#get size kinked old man it's my hoodie now!!

[screampied]

FANTASIZE. — GOJO SATORU. ☆

synopsis: it's the middle of the night and your mascara's streaming down your face. man, breakups are the worst-so what do you do? go to your fwb for "comfort." he gives you comfort, alright. ★

wc: 4.7k+

warnings: fwb trope , pwp, quickie , size kink, dacryphilia, degradation, unprotected sex, mating press, breeding, overstimulation, oral [m], face-fucking, praise kink, dumbification kink, pet names, hair pulling, not yet proofread

an: my first request!! Heavily based off Ariana's "fantasize" bcos that song iz still stuck in my head :/

3:29 A.M

you: wake up. please.

typing . . .

gojo: girl.. it's like three am.

you: you know why i'm texting u this late, satoru.

typing . . .

gojo: oh yeahh, true. well? come over then ;)

seen

you were on gojo's doorstep in nothing but some two year old university hoodie and a simple skirt, despite it being around the middle of the night, you couldn’t sleep, and you needed any sorts of distraction from your previous breakup. mascara raced down both sides of your cheeks, practically sticking to your skin, you were a devastating mess—sniffling, you wipe your eyes once the door creeks open, and there he is.

“i gotta say, babe. your taste in men is pretty shitty,” he scratches his head with a simple shrug. he chuckles, spotting you shoot him a glare from his peripherals as he held his front door open for you to step inside. “…then again, you always come crawling back to me after getting dumped so-”

“i didn’t come here to talk.” you sighed, slipping off your shoes before staring directly up at him.

“oh, i know.” he smiles with reassurance in his voice, almost as if he was mocking you. “this the part where i take my pants off right? baby, even if you’re all heartbroken, you’re still so so predictable..”

“…damn, no f-foreplay?” he nervously smiles, averting his eyes towards you—gojo wore nothing but simple sweats, grey at that, his hair was slightly messy but it made him ten times more attractive. a simple tank top covered his abdomen, and you could just about make out his ripped pecs just poking through the thin cloth piece of fabric.

you didn’t wanna waste any time, he could tell by the way you just easily shoved him with ease, against his own bed. you started to feel yourself throb, just having your fingers tangled against the thin white strings of his sweatpants. “shut up.” you mumbled, starting to pull his pants down.

“ya sure you wanna go down on me, babe? that gag reflex of yours—”

“satoru.” you glared, and he just smiles, so eager to use every second to get under your skin. but god, was he annoying. he knew he was too, the both of you knew it, gojo satoru was just purely infuriating.

sometimes you wonder why you’ve been fucking him on the low. of course not during your relationships, but he was the only person there for you in the aftermath, the only one there to comfort you, so to speak. even if that particular way was to be inside you—alas, if it was anything gojo was good at, it was fucking you. making you forget about your shitty exes. it was just something he knew how to do. he knew how to do it right too. gojo was a perfectionist after all.

“gonna suck me off with cute tears streamin’ down y’er face, yeah?” he praises, bringing a hand towards your hair, giving the crown of your head a light stroke, it’s soothing. though it causes you to let off a soft whine, feeling yourself start to throb just a bit more just from his strong, loud cologne scent that scattered across the entire room. “look at me while you do, then. wanna see that pretty face while it gets ruined.”

“your dirty talk is improving.” you sulked, and it makes gojo the one glaring at you now—it's cute.

gojo doesn't reply.

instead, he wraps a hand slightly around the back of your neck, bringing your face close towards his bright white briefs. rubbing your face against his bulge and he grunts. “shame how you make me hard even with that annoying bratty mouth of yours.”

after that little snarky remark, gojo couldn’t wait anymore. he was getting impatient, and your teasing wasn’t helping. he stares at you, watching you with close intent on the way you pull down his boxers just halfway, leaning in close enough to give his shaft a nice long lick, from his base to his very reddened coloured tip.

“s-shit.” he grunts, and you keep your eyes remained on him the entire time, his grey sweats were just visibly pulled down to his ankles as he sat up near the very edge of his un-made up bed.

gojo lets off a soft sigh, and it's more of a grunt with the way his voice pitches—his legs spread just a bit, a hand rubs against his leg. your tongue softly swipes against the head of his cock and he nibbles on his lip a little to quiet himself.

he gets a bit of shivers, feeling the very tip of your tongue playfully caress the few veins that poked out on his dick. gojo was surprisingly well trimmed, just a few tiny specks of white hair covering near the lower part of his base, but he was heavy and oh was he hefty as well. gojo satoru was the epitome of a 'packer.'

“open that mouth. tired of waitin’,” he grumbles, and he’s growing so frustrated, you can tell from his facial expressions and the way he kept shifting on the cushions. your blink at him, slowly opening your mouth before he intakes a sharp breath. “stick out y’er tongue, babe.”

you do, lolling it out and gojo grunts, wrapping his fingers around his dick before slowly slapping his thickness against your tongue. “think you deserve it?”

a pout makes its way against your lips, you were eager, whines were getting pulled from you at his consistent teasing and him slapping his pretty glossed tip against your tongue. all you could do was nod, you were on your knees while he was sat upright near the very edge of the bed.

“nuh uh,” he clicks his tongue, bringing a hand towards the back of your head to give hair a light pull, moving your head just slightly in a moving rotation. “need 'ta hear you say ya want me, gorgeous.”

what an egotistical jerk.

you wondered why you put up with someone as such as gojo satoru, but then you remembered. he always knew how to fuck good.

“i- i want you, satoru. i want it..” you mewled, the mess between your legs only making you dampen more and more. your thighs squeezed shut against each other as it was hidden beneath your pretty plaid skirt, and once you voice those sweet words. gojo lets off a cheerful yet cocky hum, using a hand to open your mouth just a bit before pushing himself inside.

it’s been a while since you sucked him off, usually it’d be him to eat you out. for hours, not to mention.

“shit,” he curses, feeling you immediately waste no time, wrapping your lips around his cock. your lashes fluttered before glancing up at him. gojo stares right back down at you—his abs flex beneath his shirt and it's sexy, his posture is even attractive. gojo’s slouching a bit with one leg stretched towards his side, it doesn’t take that much long before his eyes start to seductively go back, along with his uneven pink lips opening just a bit to breathe and pant. “missed y’er slutty throat, babe. always know how ‘ta suck it good.”

you wrap a hand swiftly around his base, and your head starts to bobble up and down, he was huge and his girth only doubled that.

your tongue meets against a few of his veins and he grunts, grabbing a fistful of your hair.

“must have been hungry, yeah?” he pants, faking a pout on his lips as he pushes you down just a bit further on his length. you nod, using as much of your own spit as you can to make the experience more pleasurable for him—who were you kidding though? you just wanted to forget.

about everything, your heartbreak, the past arguments, literally everything.

“shit, with a face that pretty,” he huffs out, growing more hornier from your tongue sliding and grazing against his tip. “gotta fuck it, babe.”

you start to gag just a bit once gojo tilts his hips forward a bit and he starts to thrust in your mouth. your nails dig into his thighs, wanting for him to continue and he swipes a thumb across your cheek that was full of your ruined mascara from crying many hours ago. “good girl. you should be cryin’ like this, not wastin’ those pretty tears because of some scumbag.”

you whined, reaching down to play with yourself just a bit, still sucking him off and trying your best not to use your teeth. “eyes on me, babe,” he reminds you, tapping the side of your temple and you’re just about weak in the knees.

you started second-guessing yourself, there had to be some reasonable reason why gojo fucked better than any of your exes, boyfriends, anyone.

even if it killed you to say it, you had to admit, he knew just how to please a woman—especially if that woman was you. you knew you had to be careful though, gojo wasn’t the type of guy to settle down in a relationship, he made that known the moment you two started your little 'fling.' if you could even call it that, friends with benefits.

were you starting to … fall for him? damn, that would be bad to say the least. outside the bedroom, gojo would always tease you, he was more so playful and of course, flirty.

“think 'm getting close,” he pants, and his breathing patterns change, and your head just goes up and down—he’s got a good strong grip on some strands of your hair as he watches you with dilated pupils, the way your tongue works around his tips sends him shivers, his leg starts to bounce as he’s chasing his incoming anticipation.

the build up, it makes his mouth go dry that he’s almost speechless, which is so ironic because of how he’s literally always talking your ear off.

“fuck, doing so good f'r me,” he says, and his voice starts to get a bit whiney from how sensitive he’s growing. that feeds your ego just a little, just knowing that you’re making him like this. all just from your tongue, and maybe a little bit of stimulation.

gojo moans, feeling your tongue flick against the frenulum part of his dick and he pauses for a moment, the way his eyes roll back just a bit was so sexy—that was one way to make you throb even more, and it certainly did.

your tongue runs up and up, almost as if it was a race and he’s so close to loosing focus. he’s not thrusting his hips into your mouth anymore, instead he plops flat on his back against the bed. you giggle, standing up while your mouth was still attached to his soon-to-be flaccid dick.

“c-cumming,” he grunts, watching your own drool pour down your chin. you were so messy, you couldn’t help it. it was one of the many things gojo loved about you, actually. once he came, he shakes a bit. shuddering, and letting off a cute moan, he catches his breath as you look at him with half-open eyes. “swallow ‘n show me, baby.”

within seconds later, you swallow his load and it tastes sweet, yet bitter. your eyes squeezed shut for a moment before you stuck your tongue out again, and he brushes a thumb against your chin to remove your spit.

“cock hungry whore,” he whines, still catching his breath before leaning down towards you only to squeeze your cheeks together. “now gimme a kiss.”

you whined, sitting up to kiss gojo and he wraps a hand around your waist, tasting himself on your lips, his tongue drags against yours and you whimper before making your way onto his lap. he chuckles at your enthusiasm, sliding a hand up and down your waist slowly to make you moan even more for him.

after a few moments, gojo pulls away to breathe until both hands of his attach to your waist. his gaze was just enticing, you could tell he wanted you just as much as you wanted him.

“barely touched ya and you're nothin' but a sticky mess,” he grunts, and gojo snickers once he feels you start to grind and grind your hips against him sensually, you’re so needy and desperate for more of his touch. “walkin’ around with no panties, don’t tell me you’re just a dumb slut who just wants a crumb of dick.”

“satoru—please.” you begged, aching and itching for him to be inside already. he trails his lengthy fingers against your ass, no panties behind displayed and all you had covering you, just barely, was a plaid skirt. he grins, giving your ass a two-second squeeze before spanking it to hear you whine out. “fuck me satoru.”

“fine.” he says, stroking your chin to reach down between your legs. you moan and that single motion makes your back arch whilst your hands were thrown over his shoulders. “go slow baby, don’t want you to hurt y’erself.”

“shut t-the fuck up.” you whined, barely able to keep up your facade. gojo’s dick hovered against your achy folds. just a few inches and he’d be inside, just imagining him fucking you ruthlessly made your mouth start to water, you were hungry for it.

'desperate' was the perfect word to describe you.

“how ‘bout ya make me, hmm.” he teases, and he was so cheeky. you hated it, but then again, the way he fucks you always made up for it.

no reply.

instead of using words, you decided to let your pussy do the talking. aligning yourself against him, gojo sits upright with such a cocky grin. “go slow, babe. wouldn’t want ya to hurt yourself. been a while since i've—shit…” he pauses before nervously smiling. “…been inside this tight pussy.”

it was warm, you chewed on your bottom lip as you sank down on him, immediately leaning into him to give him… a hug?

gojo was just as surprised as you, it seemed you were acting a bit different. of course you’d be, you’d just gotten out a relationship. so you’d tend to be a bit more clingy than usual. not that he ever minded, he preferred you like this, so cute and sentimental, all in your feelings. but despite that, it was just sex and nothing more.

or was it?

“fuck,” you moaned, practically straddling him now. gojo’s hair is messy, it’s all in his face, white stands splattered all across his forehead to where it was just effortlessly attractive. he didn’t even have to do much to make you pulse between your legs. “quit looking at me.”

“but you’re so pretty when you try to take control,” he shrugs, flashing a cheesy grin and you’re just embarrassed. he was certainly enjoying this, getting underneath your skin. and you let him.

every.

single.

time.

your lips tremor as you whimper, he’s nearly all the way inside and he stretched out your cunt, you’re dizzy out of nowhere and your eyes get a bit droopy—but fuck, gojo’s amused, using one hand to rub down your back as you start to rock your hips against him, biting down hard on your bottom lip as the tip of his cock mashed and kisses against your sensitive areas.

“uh oh,” he huffs out in a short mini pant, swiping a tongue against his lips before grunting. you were sopping wet, he spanks your ass to quicken your pace and you moaned. “this what you call ridin' someone? thought i taught ya better than that, babe,” and then he sniggers at seeing your face drop once he holds your hips firmly still and in place. “if you can’t do it right, maybe we should just end this thing-”

“n-no, okay okay okay,” you stuttered, so desperate for him to fuck you, but you had to fuck him first. gojo hums to himself, and you start to ride him. a tiny mewl exits past your lips once you move against him before you’re bouncing on his lap. your head’s spinning, mind s racing miles a minute and it’s just euphoric.

gojo’s got such the cockiest grin on his lips as you maneuver yourself against him, chewing on your lip every few seconds to suppress your sweet sounds, he eyes you up and down before his voice gets a bit rapsy, turning you on ultimately.

“speed it up, baby,” he grunts, spanking your ass once more and you whimper from feeling his touch press against your skin. “touch yourself while you ride me. give me a little show. show me what i’ve been missin' since you’ve been away from me for so long.”

“o-okay.” you breathed, bringing a shaky hand towards your body, panting as you rode him. his dick reached deep—damn. his girth, it was just appetizing, you needed gojo satoru carnally, more than anything.

you and him both knew that.

gojo smiles, watching you start to fondle with your perky nipples that visibly poked beneath your tank top, rocking your hips against him back and forth to where a low grunt leaves from his mouth every few seconds.

it was strenuous on how repetitive your movements were against him. who were you kidding though, you missed this. you missed him. perhaps though, in reality you just missed his dick.

yeah…. it was probably that.

“touch yourself as in..play with your pussy, dummy.” he teases, watching you whimper once he spanks you again, you’re feeling yourself become close each time he reaches deeper.

now your mouth starts to become dry, your head’s still spinning and you’re just about at a loss of words.

“…g-gonna cum soon, 'toru,” you alerted him, slithering your fingers down towards your throbbing clit. the stimulation made your eyes nearly close shut as his thick length drags across your cunt so righteously thorough, making sure to not miss a spot to reach you deep where you can feel his pure existence.

“aw,” he hums, gripping your hips to make you bounce harder on him. you whimper from gojo taking such initiative, holding onto him as he’s drilling himself into you basically since your legs were starting to become numb, you could barely ride him but you continued to bounce against him again and again, leaning into his neck to softly nibble and suck against his skin. “mhm. i missed you too.”

you could hear such arrogance drip from his voice, causing you to become more wet for him in the process. again, a perfect word to describe the entire situation would be:

embarrassing.

before long, you came and that was one of the best orgasms you’ve had in a long time. no matter how much you denied it, no one could you please you, fuck you, hell—pleasure you as much and good as gojo did. you throbbed immensely with your legs joining from how it was just shaking and shivering, your body practically going limp.

this brings such a smile to gojo’s face, still shamefully playing with yourself.

a hand dug deep between your pried open legs, your chest heaves as you stare at gojo and he pecks a kiss on your lips, muttering something along the lines of, “my good fuckin’ sloppy girl.”

but once he had you on your back, it was an entirely different story. gojo had completely dominance and control now—vigorous mean smacks and hits against your pussy, making sure to grow quiet purposely to hear how sinful your cunt was to him.

to say the least, he was addicted. your pussy was too good for him to not constantly fuck you.

gojo wasn’t too interested in relationships, but who was he to turn down a good fuck?

exactly.

you had so many orgasms pulled out of you, you practically lost count.

you were currently now just laid flat on your back, just about being folded. your pussy sang constant harmonies by how many times gojo made it squelch and cry out for him, for some reason he always loved putting you in mating press. partially because of the eye contact.

but also, he just loves to gently press against your tummy while staring deep into your eyes, speaking to you in such a phony-mocking tone, asking you if you feel him.

it’s a rhetorical question, you weren’t supposed to answer it because of course you feel gojo. his dick was pummeling in and out of your sweet cunt to where your vision started to turn a bit hazy. this position gave him an excuse to fuck you deeper, striking his hips against you repeatedly with your cute legs just sticking up in the air. perfectly hanging over his shoulders.

“you’re such a slutty girl, babe. always lettin' me break this pussy,” he pants, his voice turns more raspy to match his ruthless thrusts and you whimper, dragging your nails against his thick calves. his balls thwacked and thwacked against you, you felt so warm and you’re just a noisy mess.

you don't even realize you’re drooling while maintaining initiate eye contact with gojo. “..cute,” he raises his brows, bringing a thumb up to your lips to wipe it. “only i can make ya drool for cock, hm?”

you eagerly nodded, tears poking in your eyes. the dried up mascara sticking to your lashes still remained. “y-yes, satoru please. ‘s really good. want more.”

“course ya do,” he cursed, deepening his hits against you and you feel him reach more once he dips and pivots his hips. you moan, your mouth opening—a dramatic gasp type moan leaves your lips and he leans in to kiss you. you’re taken by surprise, but you sink into his warm embrace, running your needy tongue against his while he’s still occupying his cock between your tight stingy walls that was never gonna let him go.

the kiss was one word, sloppy.

partially because of you. you couldn’t think straight while you were getting mercilessly pounded in his bed. gojo tasted sweet, minty and a bit honeyed flavored, his tongue softly clashed against yours and you feel his lips form into a smile once he playfully sucks on your tongue.

his breathing along with yours was warm, it was really intimate, for a second you forgot about your depressing heartbreak—and it was all because of what’s between gojo’s legs, who knew.

butterflies started to form in your stomach, and it made you cringe, you really hoped you weren’t falling for him but he made it so hard. gojo’s been fucking you for hours and hours non-stop, his name approximately lived inside your head rent-free.

it’s all you were ever moaning out anyway, or just blabbering how you were about to cum again and again and again, he’s got you in a chokehold.

“f-fuck,” he groans, feeling himself swell. reaching his very peak. he felt a sensation brew up in his thighs as he continued to drill himself into your tight pussy that kept hugging onto him tightly. he loved how clingy you were. and you couldn’t exactly help it too, it was as if your body had a mind of it’s own. gojo’s strokes were so delicious, your eyes slowly roll back now just like his were, piercing the edges of your nails into his skin as you’re being fucked limp quite again. “gonna make me dump another load, babe. overflow your sloppy heartbroken pussy with s’much of me.”

his voice was a bit shaky now, it was honestly cute. droplets of sweat beads raced down gojo’s forehead as he’s panting, his breathing patterns were staggeringly fast-paced and rapid as he stares at you and—oh shit, he’s feral. you could see from how his pretty cerulean eyes never leave yours. it’s as if his pupils dilate just slightly each moment he gets more close.

he’s hungry, gojo licks his lips at just envisioning himself pumping you fell again, watching his own sticky cum pour out of your hole just to plug it back in again.

“fill me p-please, 'toru.” you begged, and his body weight was crushing you, not literally, but he was pressed against you—you were for sure limp now, your arms were just sprawled against your sides as your head just bounces back against the cushioned mattress within each deep thrust he presents to you. “stuff me full, satoru. breed m-me.”

“would be kinda funny if i made you a mama,” he whispers, his tone was playfully yet sweet, he was purely mocking you though. he’s maintaining deep eye contact as his thrusts transmits you to such a high, you whimper for him to continue because you were coming close too. “make this perfect tummy all swollen and r-round,” he sighs, rotating his hips against you—it was sloppy, an entire mess. some of his cum from him recently spilling into you dripped down your thighs and you moaned from how messy it was. “bet you’d like that, wouldn’t you.”

“m-maybe.” you muttered out, clinging onto his wrist and he chuckles.

“maybe?” he repeats after you, leaning in to kiss the side of your mouth—gojo’s buried entirely balls deep and you’re just panting and panting, both chasing your incoming releases.

you shiver a bit, feeling him rub a hand across your tummy, mimicking his previous action of pressing down on it. “tsk, poor dumb baby. can’t even think straight. bet all you’re thinkin’ about ‘s getting filled, huh?”

you sniffled, throwing your arms around gojo and he chuckles, licking a stripe up your neck only to sink his teeth against your collarbone lightly to hear you moan.

“s’ okay, babe. cum with me,” he says in a hushed tone, his voice was so deep and seductive, just hearing gojo’s voice against your ear was just enough to make you soaked already, as pathetic as it was. “be my messy girl, don’t be shy. love when you slut yourself out for me, it’s cute.”

“s-satoru,” you squeaked, your nails were piercing into his soft skin as your right thigh started to bounce against him as you chased your incoming high. “fuck, ‘s deep, satoru. fill me please.”

gojo kisses the top of your forehead as his hips strike and rummage inside your walls, you clamp down on his so good he grunts, it’s so raspy and pitched it makes you throb. “shit, better not waste it then. come on baby, relax,” and he’s talking you through your orgasm—acknowledging your changing breathing patterns that he knew whenever you were close, he brings a thumb towards your cheek to stroke your chin before smiling. “give it to me.”

you whimpered once another orgasm got stolen from you, you’re just being pounded into the mattress with random blabbering leaving your lips, you’re so dumb, so cockdrunk, again it’s really pathetic.

gojo groans, feeling you tighten against him before it’s his turn. his hips slow but still maneuver and pivot against you, and once he came, it was a thick load, he’s the one about to drool now. he averts his eyes towards your pussy, watching his own cum spill out of you, it’s hypnotizing to him. gojo runs a thumb against your slit and you whimper once he pauses his thrusts but slowly pulls out. a pop sound was created and you whined, wanting him to keep stuffing you full.

you craved it.

gojo leans in, kissing you for a final time and it wasn’t as sloppy like last time—more passionate and sincere, which scared you a little. you hoped you weren’t catching feelings. gojo probably hoped you were though.

“satoru.” you panted, once he pulled away. “i-i think i love you.”

he’s panting and catching his breath as well as you, he sits up with his toned biceps pressed against the sides of you before speaking in a low alluring voice. “babe?”

“babe?”

you blinked twice, and realized you were being shook lightly by the shoulders. the realization hit you like a truck once you realized geto was calling your name—he had a worried, almost pale expression on his face once he sees you come back to reality.

“suguru..?” you mumbled, in the same exact bed and still feeling dizzy from your many orgasms that got pulled from you the entire night.

“did you.. just call me, satoru?”

oh.

maybe you were just fantasizing the entire thing.

[starlightsuffered]

Miss October

Info - model reader, reader with big boobs and big ass, down to earth reader, saving a dog, instantly whipped Timothée, Timmy's POV, daddy kink, possessiveness, hair pulling, man tasting his own cum, spit kink, dom male, confident reader turned subby, switching positions, ass slap, pussy slap, nipple twist, yelling at someone until they cry

I knew her of course. Miss October, famous for the biggest bust and ass size in over ten years. I felt like a pervert for knowing her off that basis. I had looked into her though, admittedly after getting hard to her when I laid eyes on her.

She loved music, and animals. She donated many of her proceeds to animal hospitals and such. She was very well spoken and talked at length about how attractiveness and intelligence didn't have to be so separated. I'd found myself being fond of her immediately.

She was talking to one of the waiters. I was working up the courage to speak to her. She looked so kind and down to earth.

Her dress looked like a disco ball, gleaming every way she turned. Somehow she gave very old Hollywood vibes even though I couldn't pinpoint why.

I was lost in thought about how she'd dated Tommy Lee and how now she was rumored to be dating Austin Butler. That's when I looked up and realized l'd lost her. I looked all around and then I saw her. Austin was in fact leading her out of the party.

I felt my heart sink. I dumped my alcohol down the first sink I found and left the party. I cursed myself for not making a move.

A week later I was on a walk in the light drizzle of New York. I was pretty well protected with a hoodie, sweats, and sunglasses. I had my AirPods in, and was listening to some Bob Dylan in preparation for my project.

That's when I saw her. She was in the street, pulling at the collar of a dog. Of course she'd be trying to save a dog, she was as sweet as they came. I raced after her when I saw a taxi roaring down the street. I yanked her and the dog back just in time.

"What the fuck is wrong with you!" I screamed.

"What?" She asked worriedly.

"You could've been killed!" I snarled. I didn't realize until I shook the hair out of my face that she was crying.

"Oh! Oh I'm sorry sweetie," I said worriedly.

"Why would you scream at me?"

I searched my heart. Why had I done what l'd done? I felt oddly worried and possessive of this girl I didn't even know. I sighed and looked away.

"I was just worried," I said slowly.

"You can make it up to me by helping me see if this guy has an owner," she said, patting the mutt. I smiled at the dog and ruffled its ears.

"I'd love to," I smiled. "And I uh, also like the confidence," I added sheepishly.

"Well aren't you a doll," she winked. It went straight to my cock. I shoved my hands in my pockets to rearrange my pants.

We walked the dog to the vet and her and I found out it had no owner. She was quick to say she'd adopt it and name it October. "After a recent success" she said, as if I didn't know exactly what she meant.

This was how y/n and I became close friends. There was always that yearning though. That feelings if felt since I'd first ever saw her. I never knew if she felt anywhere near the same. It was more than just sexual now. I wanted her in every way a man could want someone.

"Hey there, how's October?" I asked over the phone.

"Well he's a bit sad that his mommy is leaving," she chuckled.

"Leaving! Where?" | demanded. Why did I feel so damn possessive.

"I've got to go to France, I'm doing a photoshoot with Gaspard Ulliel," she explained. "But don't worry l've got him the best dog sitter money can buy."

"It's not that..." I trailed off awkwardly.

"Well, I don't know what YOUR issue is," she said sassily. "But I was gonna ask if you wanted to come with me. I don't know France."

"You, you want me?" I asked in shock.

"Yes Timmy, you're my only French friend," she giggled. My heart sunk a bit. Just because I was French.

"I'll be there, you can count on me," I promised.

We both got to France and had a nice dinner at a restaurant. I swear the tension could be cut with a knife but she didn't seem to notice at all. Was this girl gulping down clueless juice? When I said goodnight I felt like like l wanted to kiss her more than I ever had.

The next day I made sure I looked perfect. I wasn't quite sure what Gaspard looked like, but I wanted to look better.

"You look dashing," she smiled when I came out. She looked so dazzling I nearly couldn't speak.

"Come on," she said. I think she confused my dazed appearance for laziness. She pulled me along and before I knew it we were in the studio.

"Ah, welcome, welcome," the handsome man smiled.

"Y/n, ma Cherié, I am so glad you agreed to this," Gaspard smiled and I could tell he was exaggerating his accent.

I rolled my eyes as he kissed her hand.

"Anything you want, anything at all, and it's yours. I've had the gifts sent to your dressing room," he said with a bow. He acted like the fucking candle from beauty and the beast.

"The gifts?" She asked.

"You are to be with me twelve days yes?" He asked.

"Yes."

"Well, I shall give you that amount of gifts for each day," he smirked.

"Is that really appropriate," | growled.

"Every beautiful girl deserves spoiled. Wouldn't you agree Chalamet?" He chuckled.

"Come on y/n," I snapped and grabbed her hand.

"Where are you going?" Called Gaspard, and I smiled because he sounded put out.

"Gonna check out the fucking gifts!" I called over my shoulder. I shoved her her in the dressing room and pushed her against the wall.

"What is going on?" She asked in confusion.

"You really don't know what's happening?" | asked.

"No," she said and quirked her head to the side in adorable confusion.

"Just, just," ahhh," I nearly pulled my hair out. Before I knew what | was doing 1 I spun her. I ripped up her dress.

When her sparkling thong was pulled down I saw the deliciousness of her cunt. I cursed in French.

"Timothée?" She asked. I cursed again and pulled down my pants and boxers. She rubbed her thighs together and I cursed a third time. She just couldn't make me stop being vulgar.

"Let me claim you," I growled.

"Wh-what?" She asked.

"With my cock, please. Don't be Gaspard's, or Austin's, or fucking Tommy Lee's. Be mine, be mine only. Let me claim the hottest body in the world," I whispered.

"I had no idea you wanted that, of course you can," she said. She pressed herself against the wall further, and turned her head so that she didn't hurt her forehead.

I slammed my cock into her pussy and she let out a sharp shout. I began to pump in and out. She was so damn tight.

"You think I didn't want this gorgeous ass?" I asked and slapped her cheek. She squealed. I enjoyed the jiggle of her ass.

"You think I didn't want to sink my cock into that pretty pussy. Don't you want to be marked and owned by me.

Don't you want them to have to airbrush the shit out of you because l've covered you in my desire."

"Oh Timothée," she gasped. I wrapped her hair around my hand, but pulled back gently. Showing her I was in charge but not hurting her. Now her neck was exposed and I sucked like a vampire.

"D-Daddy," she moaned and I stopped everything.

"What did you just say?" I said in a low, venomous tone.

"Daddy," her voice was small and not as confident as usually. For some reason her switch from confident sass to trembling need was so sexy.

I began to thrust even harder. The sounds of my hips slapping her ass were echoing.

"So confident one second, but now you need daddy's dick," I said cockily. My hands slid up her dress and fondled her large breasts as I fucked her.

"Please daddy, fuck your baby girl," she begged.

"Such a naughty girl getting presents from other men. You're mine, fucking mine you hear me?" I snarled as I tweaked her nipples. She let out a cry.

"Don't tell me you can't take daddy's cock," | teased.

"I can, I can, oh daddy I promise," she gasped.

I aggressively pulled out of her. I ripped her dress off. She had her thong around her ankles and her breasts out of her bra. She looked like a wet dream. I anchored my hands on her wide hips. I slammed my cock back in her. I was wildly fucking her, wanting her to be cum drunk by the time she went back to Gaspard.

"You like daddy's cock right Miss October? Your fill ass, and heavy tits, and gorgeous body like Daddy?" I asked her.

"Yes daddy! I love it all," she whined. I grabbed her leg and and lifted it to wrap around my waist. I was hitting her at a whole new angle. She was crying out with each slam of my cock. I was feasting on her neck. I wanted it to be a mass of purple.

"Daddy, I'm gonna come. Daddy can I?" She begged.

"Not, fuck, yet," | grunted. I slapped her tit and it jiggled too. I was so obsessed.

"Fuck, you can come soon baby girl," I moaned. I pulled out, and slapped her pussy. She yelped and I massaged it aggressively.

"You like that? You like that? Does Daddy's girl like being man handled?" I growled out.

"Yes daddy," she gasped. She was heaving her ample chest going up and down quickly. I pushed my cock back into her to pump.

"Daddy please," she said in a high pitched voice. She sounded so good!

"Are you daddy's?" | asked.

"Yes I belong to you," she agreed.

"Have I claimed you properly?"

"Yes, yes, you do it so well," she whimpered.

"Come then my dear," I ordered.

"Aahhhhhhh!" She wailed pathetically. She was shaking and convulsing as her orgasm overwhelmed her. I was breathing heavily as I went balls deep and began to squirt cum into her. I was fucking it deeper as we both groaned and gasped.

"F-fuck," she moaned as she came down.

"You gotta go back now darling," I said with a smirk.

"W-wait no," she whined.

"Ah, ah, ah, you need to do your job," I said as I pulled up her thong. I couldn't resist getting on my knees and using my tongue to scoop out some of my own cum. I lifted it up to her mouth. I told her to open with my eyes.

She whimpered and I drooled saliva and cum into her mouth. She moaned as she swallowed.

"Good girl," I said and promptly pulled up her thong and put her breasts back where they belonged. She obediently put on her dress when I told her to.

"Now get out there," I said and slapped her ass. I watched her walk out with satisfaction. That ass never disappointed.

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Summary: Joel Miller is a lonely man; there’s only one solution he can come up with to fill that lonely feeling.

Warnings/Additional Tags: Rape/Non-Consensual Sex, Age Difference, Size Kink, Rough Sex, Loss of Virginity, Breeding Kink, Dead Dove: Do Not Eat

Joel Miller was always a lonely man. And even before Ellie, he didn’t quite feel like he was always welcomed into peoples lives, especially with Tess.

Tess was independent, and while they worked great as a smuggling team, they didn’t always see eye to eye on certain situations. And while he was so hesitant on taking Ellie to the fireflies, Tess was determined to make him do it, as her dying wish it seemed. And yet he failed her out of his own selfish need to feel like he belongs in Ellie’s life. The loneliness having taken over him. And even after he continued to lie to Ellie after the events that took place upon their arrival at Saint Mary’s Hospital, he eventually found Ellie drifting away from him, certain that Joel lied to her.

And now that they’ve been settled in Jackson for about almost a year, he’s never felt more lonely then he’s felt before as he watches Ellie leave their shared home to hang out with Dina.

Joel would admit that he’s a lonely man, the last time he was close to someone that wasn’t a family member was way long ago with Sarah’s mother. And even after Sarah’s mother had abandoned them as soon as Sarah was fresh out the womb, Joel didn’t have much time to go out and meet new women, much less make new friends besides the people he worked with.

So now he’s just socially awkward, closed off and not to mention really rude to people that give him long looks as he walks home from patrol or from the diner after his dinner.

And Joel wasn’t ugly by any means, with the way all the ladies looked at him when they thought he wasn’t looking. He could have his picking, and yet he couldn’t help but to feel selfish and want a younger woman. A younger woman like Veronica.

Now Veronica is five years older than Ellie, way younger than Joel who’s fifty two going on fifty three. And there was no possible way that he was going to get her. And Joel bet that she didn’t even notice him when her father is asking Joel about Ellie and how they’re doing. Not when she has a hoard of older brothers always trailing behind her when she walks about the town. They’re younger than Joel, just as equally tall as him, but have more muscle mass and are quick, so if Joel even wants to consider having a conversation with Veronica, it had to be alone, under the pretense that he needs her help with something insignificant as helping Ellie with her homework.

So that’s how he finds Veronica standing on his porch, hands in her oversized black sweatpants, her oversized black hoodie over her head, she looks smaller, almost tiny in her own clothes.

Sometimes Joel wonders how she looks underneath the baggy clothes she always wears, but she sure is pretty, with her wide blue eyes, freckles brown against her pale white skin, her full lips painted in black lipstick, and even if she has a giant scar upon her right cheek, was was still pretty, and even if she had her hair up in a messy bun and looks like she would rather be somewhere else rather than here, she still looks pretty.

“Uh, hi Mr. Miller…my daddy mentioned that Ellie needed some help on her math homework? Is she here?” Veronica stares up at him with those beautiful blue eyes of hers, and maybe Joel imagined it, but he swears she batted her eyelashes in an attempt to seem innocent.

“Uh…no she’s not here at the moment, but if you want, you can come in and wait for her. She shouldn’t be late on getting home now.” He watches her as she looks behind him and into the dimly lit hallway of the old house. “Oh, okay…I’m not really supposed to be alone with men that aren’t my family, so I think I’ll just come by a little more later when she’s home.” Joel feels his jaw tighten under the forced smile he put on, “I understand, but maybe it’s more convenient for you to wait. ‘Stead of going all the way back across town y’know.”

Joel doesn’t want to seem too eager, doesn’t want to scare her off when this could be his only opportunity. But he can’t help but to continue looking down at her, she’s just too cute for her own good.

“That’s true…,” she says as he turns to look at the empty street behind her, covered in a thick blanket of white snow, the sky a dark grey. She looks back up at him, “well if you don’t mind…I’ll wait for her here, I’m sure my family wouldn’t mind me being alone with you, I mean…you’re kinda my daddy’s friend.” Joel smiles down at her as he moves aside to let her in the warm house. “By all means, make yourself at home.”

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Veronica feels awkward. She’s never been in Ellie’s house before, and it’s not like she knows Mr. Miller or the younger girl that much. So it came as a surprise when her father had mentioned that Ellie needed help with her homework, said that Mr. Miller was worried she was falling behind with the other kids at school, but was just to embarrassed to ask for help from the teacher.

So that’s how she finds herself sitting on their comfortable couch in their cozy living room, there’s a fire blazing from the fireplace and the house smells like warm cinnamon apple cider. She’s surprised that her brothers didn’t protest to her coming over, and it’s not like Ellie’s the best influence either, for such a young age Ellie was nothing but trouble. From sneaking out, to smoking weed…and yet her daddy wanted her to be nice and lead Ellie on a better path, but Veronica could care less for the girl, honestly.

She’s just trying to be nice.

She can tell that Joel struggles in raising Ellie all by himself, and it’s not really her business, but she hears from the other girls at church that Ellie wasn’t even his biological daughter. Why did he even bother with her? Maybe it’s cause they’ve been through so much together, the trauma making them stick together because they can relate. But from what Veronica can tell, Ellie seems wary of Joel, she’s hardly at home most of the time anyways. Veronica always sees her hanging out that weird girl Dina, the same girl who would stare at Veronica as she walked home from patrols, and it irritated Veronica to no end…that girl had a staring problem.

“Thanks so much for stopping by, Ellie’s been falling behind on her homework a lot. I really care for her so I appreciate the help.” Veronica hears Joel talk to her from the kitchen, having offered her a drink in the mean time as she waits.

“No worries Mr. Miller, it’s not like I’m doing anything important either way.” She leans back onto the couch, looking up at the ceiling. “Joel is just fine sweetie, no need to call me Mr. Miller.” Veronica watches as Joel makes his way back into the living room, looking up at him as looks up he towers over her, his right hand extended towards her to give her the mug full of hot chocolate. “Oh okay, I just didn’t want to seem rude…thanks for the drink.”

“No problem.” Joel sits on the opposite side of the couch, having gotten himself a glass of whiskey. Joel watches as Veronica takes a sip of the hot chocolate he made her, blowing on it slightly with her painted lips, she cautiously takes a small sip and sets the mug down in front of her on the small coffee table.

“Can I ask you something?” Joel suddenly speaks up, watching as Veronica turns to look at him with a confused look. “Uh…yeah sure. What’s up?”

“Are you a virgin?” The look of confusion upon her face turns into a shocked expression, and Joel can’t help but to chuckle slightly as she looks at him weirdly.

“Excuse me?” She moves away from him, “you heard me,” Joel simply replied back, placing his glass of whiskey on the side table beside him. Joel can tell that she’s uncomfortable, but she doesn’t let her discomfort get to her as much because before Joel even knows it, she’s answering his question.

“I don’t think that’s any of you’re business.” She’s turning away from him then, quick to make her way towards the front door of the house, but before she can even have her hand reach for the doorknob, Joel’s pulling her towards him with a grip on her wrist that’s painful it makes her whine pathetically.

She glares at him as she begins to struggle against him, attempting to wrestle her way out of his grip but he’s stronger, taller, and more experienced with hand to hand combat than she is. She let’s out a loud gasp as he shoves her down onto the ground, not bothering to turn to even look at him, she attempts to crawl her way forward, thinking that maybe if she made it to the back door, she’ll be safe.

“Don’t ya’ think it’s rude to leave without a goodbye, didn’t that daddy of yours teach you any manners?” Veronica let’s out a loud yelp when she feels Joel grab at her hair and pull her back towards him. Her back slamming harshly up against his solid chest. “Fuck you!” She yells through the pain, attempting again to make an escape but he’s holding her with a bruising grip.

“Answer my damn question.” He isn’t even yelling, yet Veronica feels fear creeping up her spine in a cold chill, how can he be so calm? Veronica suddenly groans in pain when Joel slams her down onto the floor again, holding her head up by her hair. “Yes! I am…please, just let me go- I won’t tell anyone this happened. I swear!”

“God…,” She hears him sigh behind her, satisfied with her answer, “I promise to be gentle.” Upon hearing that, Veronica struggles up against him, rubbing her ass against his forming bulge but she’s only trying to back him off of her, but he puts his weight down onto her back, making her whine. “Why are you doing this- I thought y-you were nice.”

Joel laughs, mockingly so. “Oh baby, you don’t know a single thing about me.” Veronica looks up in horror at the back door, hoping to God that hopefully Ellie comes home, or maybe one of her brother come looking for her. But nothing happens, and even if she continues to struggle, she’s not gonna get anywhere.

He wasn’t even beginning to touch her inappropriately, and she already felt betrayed, pathetic, and weak. “Please- w-we can just pretend this never happened.” Joel’s growing restless, getting annoyed in the worse of ways. “There’s no point in fighting, this was bound to happen eventually.” The world was so cruel. Joel was much stronger than her, he was older and practically towered over her like everyone else. Veronica’s shaking, feeling horrified. She just wants to go home, and she hates that she’s crying, what would her family think of her? What would they think if she gave up? That she allowed herself to be condemned. She hates Joel. Wishes he could drop dead at this very moment.

Veronica flinches when she feels the cold air hit at the freckled skin of her now exposed torso. Closing her eyes tightly and letting the tears spill down her chubby freckled cheeks when she hears Joel threw her ruined sweater somewhere, cupping at her titties through her black lacy bra. “Joel, seriously! Stop!” She’s begging, it’s pathetic but she can care less about her ego now.

Joel ignores her, clipping her bra off and down her arms, watching as her pink nipples harden. He feels his cock stir in his jeans, the fabric feeling suffocating on his thighs. He quickly turns her around, her back slamming up against the wooden floor loudly, but she doesn’t look up at him, to busy crying pathetically.

Joel groans as he looks down at her, she’s breathing hard, bleeding just a little from her head, her cheeks are flushed and she’s balling her tiny manicured hands into angry fists. She’s looking more beautiful than he’s ever seen her.

He kisses her on her cheek, so gentle it makes her sick. His beard scratches at her soft skin as he kissed his way down towards her neck, down to her collarbones. He sucks bright red hickies everywhere, chewing at her skin with his sharp teeth, it makes her tighten her thighs to try and numb the pain.

Joel unexpectedly takes a rosy nipple into his mouth, sucking harshly and loudly as he does so, it makes Veronica whine helplessly at how good it feels. She hates herself more than ever. He harshly bites down on her nipple, sucking with more force that it makes her wet between her thick thighs.

“Mm…tell me you want my cock.” His voice is desperate, so needy and it makes Veronica feel tingly, a man like Joel is taking what he wants and yet he’s acting like a desperate pervy old man that’s in need of some sweet, tight pussy.

“Oh god…you’re fucking sick.” Veronica opens her eyes and glares up at the old man, and before Joel even knows it, she’s spitting up at his face, and it makes him flinch back as it hits him on his left eye unexpectedly. “Ah-.” Veronica moans in pain when Joel brings his hand down onto her cheek harshly, slapping her head to the side at the harsh impact.

“Say it, you fucking stupid whore!” He actually yells, Veronica wails loudly, tears streaming down her flushed face. “I-I want your cock so badly! Please!” Veronica groans in pleasure when they’re lips connect, teeth and tongue brush up against each other, she closes her eyes as she feels drool slipping down her chin, and when they separate, a string of it connects their mouths.

He yanks her sweatpants down her legs, groaning when he gets a good look at her panty clad pussy. He throws her sweatpants behind him, his large , rough hands take hold of her smooth thighs as he buries his face between them. Veronica takes hold of his messy hair, attempting to pull his face away from her intimate. But he doesn’t let up, taking a deep inhale of her pussy, smelling at her cum stained lacy thong.

God it was better than he had imagined. Her pussy was just perfect, “can’t wait to taste you.” Before she can bitch at him he quickly pulls her panties off and engulfs her clit into his mouth, sucking harshly and it makes her spasm harshly against him.

“Aah~!” Veronica throws her head back harshly and it hits at the floor loudly, but Joel doesn’t let up as he moves down at her, throwing her legs over his shoulders as he indulges. Licking down her fat pussy lips as he sucks and licks, Veronica squirms her legs as he licks down towards her ass. “No!” She screams, feeling heat at the pit of her stomach, “stop-.”

Joel’s fingers end up joining in, pushing in aggressively into her tight heat, pumping his digits in and out with the same harsh motion.

“F-Fuck.” She moans as she cums all over his tongue, chin, and fingers. Her thighs feeling rough from his beard, the skin a bright red. “Such a good girl.” He praises her as he pulls his fingers out. He’s suddenly undressing before her, stripping out of his flannel shirt and pushing his jeans down to his thighs, Veronica panics. “No! Please don’t!” She begs.

“Shut the fuck up.” He murmured as he pulls his boxers down next, exposing his long, thick cock. “No-Joel, that’s- that’s not gonna fit.” She cries, the tears never stopping.

But he ignores her pleas as he lines himself up with the tight opening of her pussy, slowly inserting himself into her heat. Veronica throws her head back in a pleasured moan, the tears falling down onto her brushed skin, his hand mark upon her cheek turning purple as she digs her nails into the palm of her hand harshly, she’s sure to draw blood.

Veronica’s a small girl, so when he pushes in all the way and bottoms down, she can see and feel a bulge in her stomach. “Please- don’t! I don’t think I can handle it~!” She moans out, her voice a high pitch and breathless.

He slaps at her thigh harshly, leaving behind an equally big hand print that will bruise later on.

He pulls out his cock halfway, only to slam it back in aggressively making Veronica sob as he continues to fuck her pussy hard and raw. His cock becomes coated in her white pussy juices, he’s so lost in his mind as he groans at the velvety feeling of her warm pussy walls enveloping him.

It’s been so long since he’s fucked someone, he now realizes how desperate he is, how he won’t last any longer. He takes one of her nipples into his mouth and sucks as he continues to plunge his cock in and out, Veronica’s long gone, her small hands are clutching onto his strong biceps and she just let’s him take what he wants.

He’s fucking into her faster, his big balls hit at her plump ass cheeks as he does. The sound of skin against skin becoming apparent, but Joel…neither Veronica care if the neighbors hear, or if Ellie or one of her brothers show up.

“Fuck you’re such a slut, but I gotta admit…I like you a lot.” He moans, looking down at her beautiful, bruised face.

“Fuck Joel, you need h-help.”

“I want you to be all mine. That’s why I’m not gonna pull out- you’ll have my babies, you can live with me and I’ll have you bred all the time. Fucking you whenever I can to keep you full of my cum.” He rambles on and on but Veronica shakes her head frantically at the idea of having to be stuck with Joel for the rest of her miserable life.

“N-No!” She screams, attempt to pull him away, but it’s useless.

He cums hard, and Veronica flinches when she feels his hot cum fill her womb. But even after he cums he doesn’t take his cock out, he stays seated inside of her, ensuring his cum doesn’t leak out.

Joel pulls his softened cock out, quick to stand up and pull his boxers and jeans up. He searched for Veronica’s clothes and shoves it towards her once he collects all the missing articles of clothing.

“Let’s not talk about this…to anyone.” Veronica voices out, her tone full of venom as she glared up at Joel. She stands up on her legs, feeling shaky as she does so.

“Right.” Joel nods his head as he watches her get changed back into her baggy clothes, getting one last glimpse of her curvy body before it’s concealed.

Joel changes back into his shirt, and luckily he does, because Ellie comes barging in through the front door, stopping abruptly as she catches them still lingering in the hallway.

“Veronica? What are you doing here?” Ellie questions, clearly confused as she looks between Joel and her. “And what happened to your face?”

Veronica let’s out a laugh, something unexpected that Joel and Ellie have never seen her do. And quite frankly, Veronica looks worse for wear. Her eyes are red from crying, her cheek are flushed red and still bruised, dried blood from the cut on her forehead and her hair a mess.

“Fuck you Joel.” She flicks him off as she walks towards the door, bumping her shoulder harshly against Ellie as she passes by her. The door slams harshly behind her retreating figure, the outside a pitch black now.

“What was that about?” Ellie questions, seemingly irritated, “nothing.” Joel simply replied, shrugging his shoulders as he turns away from the young girl.

“Nothing at all.”

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On changbin hard thoughts I have a thing for men with thick thighs it makes their cock even more yummy looking and just imagine him fuckinv your face like yes sir use me

you cannot mention changbin's thighs to me because i will, in fact, die.

he has thighs for days i mean all of skz do, especially him, minho, and chan but anyways i want to take a bite out of them. and like, i have tiny hands to seeing the way i could barely even actually grab them size kink go brrrr y'know? like picturing them covered in little bruises and marks and scratches fuck. help.

also, thigh riding? please. pleeaaassseeeee. like especially his arms as well so you're grinding on his thighs and burying your face in his neck and his arms around you, gripping you. shit.

and face fucking? letting that man use my mouth? yes please. the weight of him on my tongue would drive me crazy and you bet he'd know it too - thanking and praising you, ugh.

on your knees

wc: 1.9k what??? someone help me

cw: dom!changbin x sub!reader (reader fem presenting but no genitals mentioned, they/them pronouns used), oral sex (m. receiving), praise kink, dirty talk, a little bit of degradation, pet names for reader (princess, beautiful, good girl, slut), little bit of cum play, spit play

changbin always came home wound up tight, finding it hard to switch off and relax - and most days that would end in your moans bouncing off your shared bedroom walls, but some days he was too tired for that. and on those days, you would happily get on your knees for him.

you knew today was going to be one of those days when he texted you earlier that he was going to be late back because practice overran. as soon as you read that you went into your shared bedroom to get dressed up in something pretty, picking out a new lingerie set, and slipping one of his zip-up hoodies over the top. tying up your hair into an easy to grab ponytail, you went back into your living room and began cooking dinner.

it wasn't like you ever needed to do any of that, changbin would have been more than happy to come home to you in your pyjamas and order take out - but you wanted him to come home and spoil him, give him something pretty to look at and a meal to enjoy afterwards. call it old fashioned, but it made you happy to do.

and it made him happy too, as you could tell from the exhausted smile he had as he fell through the door an hour later. immediately smelling the almost finished food and spotting you in his hoodie getting plates out of the cupboard, ass peeking out from under the hoodie.

walking up to you, he immediately slipped his hands around your waist, pulling your back flush against his chest leaning down to kiss the juncture of your neck and your shoulder, murmuring into your skin he asks;

'and what is all this for beautiful?'

'you had a hard day, wanted to make sure you could relax when you got home, so dinner is almost done, okay?'

'thank you, princess, so good to me'

'anything for you binnie, now go get washed up and i'll finish up, yeah?'

and with that, he kissed at whatever skin his mouth was near and left you there to plate up what you'd cooked.

soon enough those plates were empty and the show you were both watching almost done, and you found your way into his arms and onto his lap.

'thank you for cooking, princess, i really appreciate it'

'that's okay bub, i love looking after you'

'yeah?'

'yeah, binnie, wanna make you happy'

and with that the atmosphere shifted, changbin's hands finding your waist to push you forward, falling into him, your mouths finding each other. a lazy, wanting, pull and push of a kiss began, tongues exploring mouths and the sighs and moans coming from both of you encouraging the lazy grinding of your hips onto him, helping him slowly become hard.

pulling away to catch your breath, you moved your lips down to his neck pressing soft kisses as you feel his tense muscles relax under your touch. as you feel his pulse under your lips, he moves to unzip his hoodie, pushing it off his shoulder to reveal the set you were wearing just for him.

'fuck, princess, what you all dressed up for?'

'wanted to look pretty for you'

'you always look pretty, fuck, beautiful'

he murmurs as you capture his lips again, going back to making out with slightly more force than before, his tired neediness bleeding through in the way his tongue moves against yours and sighs into your mouth. teasing his lower lip between your teeth, you move away to face him.

'wanna taste you binnie, please?'

'want you in my mouth, can i? please?'

'oh my princess wants me to use their mouth yeah?'

'yeah, please, bub, please'

'on your knees then beautiful, good girl'

and you did as you were told, as you always did, letting your knees hit the carpet, with your hands in your lap - knowing not to touch unless told to. looking up at him, the smirk on his face made you shiver.

'so good, not even touching, so well behaved for me'

'now, princess, get my cock out for me'

and you did, reaching your hands up to pull his sweatpants and boxers down to reveal his hard cock, bouncing up from its confines. the desperate part of you wants to immediately reach out and please him but again you restrain, moving your hands back to your lap.

'good girl, don't you look perfect waiting for permission, fuck'

'can't believe you got all dressed up just to let me fuck your face, princess'

'that's what you want, right, want your binnie to use that pretty mouth of yours'

and you nod your head, because, yes. please. that is exactly what you want.

'stick out your tongue for me princess'

and you do, and it's such a lewd picture presented to changbin, but you've never felt prettier.

'such a perfect mouth, all for me to ruin, yeah?'

nodding again, your mouth attempts to make a smile around your now drying tongue, which changbin happily wets for you again as he spits into it. and it should disgust you, but feeling it drip off your tongue onto your chest turned you on even more.

'fuck, beautiful, good girl'

and you were rewarded with the weight of his tip on your tongue, which made you moan, but again you stayed still, savouring the taste of his precum.

'so fucking desperate for me, princess'

'such a good girl, waiting so patiently'

'now suck.'

moaning immediately you closed your mouth and started bobbing your head. sucking his cock in and swirling your tongue around it, enjoying the taste and warmth and weight. even just this made your head dizzy, closing your eyes, focusing on making him feel good.

and almost instantly you could tell you were doing just that, his mouth betraying his cool, in-control front with sighs and grunts; your wet hole feeling like heaven on his cock.

'shit, princess, always feel so fucking good'

'all dressed up for me too, such a pretty slut'

'gonna use this perfect ponytail okay? you can tap my thigh twice if it's too much'

before nodding, you pull off completely, looking up at him before asking;

'c-can i touch you? y-your thighs? please binnie'

'since you're being so good, of course princess, just letting me do what i need to, okay?'

'yes binnie'

and you open your lips up again to welcome his tip back in, humming at the taste of the fresh precum before trying to take him as deep as you can as he firmly grabbed the base of your ponytail, giving it a small tug as a test, smirking at the results.

using this, he pulled you almost completely off of him, and pausing a second

'relax your throat, princess, can't promise I'll be gentle after today, especially when you're looking so perfect like that'

so you did just that, taking a deep breath in and out through your nose, before looking up at your boyfriend and nodding as best you can with his cock in your mouth. you reach out, placing a hand on each of his thighs, enjoying the tense muscle under your fingers, and he uses this as a sign he was good to start fucking you.

so he did, ruthlessly, with barely any time to adjust, he pushed your face deep into his crotch, before pulling you back again - the sound of you choking slightly turning him on even more. encouraging him to continue his assault on your throat.

the steady rotation of fullness and emptiness on your mouth, accompanied by the way his thighs felt under your fingers, the grunts of pleasure you could hear, and the burning of your scalp from his grip on your hair. it made you light-headed, and so fucking wet, and the temptation to touch yourself was there but this was all about changbin and his pleasure - about you being a good girl and letting him use you.

and it felt good, being used like this, knowing how good your throat was making you feel as he buried your nose in his crotch, enjoying the way your throat would clench around his tip.

'such a fucking perfect slut for me'

'letting me abuse that throat of yours, good girl'

'good girl, throat so fucking tight too, shit, ugh'

your nails dug into his thighs as you moaned from his words, and he expected this, adoring the way his praise always made you crazy - soaking your underwear simply from his words.

'you enjoying this, princess? enjoying being used?'

'of course you are, such a perfect slut, don't even need to touch you to make you feel good'

'bet you're making a fucking puddle on the floor, maybe i'll make you clean it up when i'm done with you'

the whine you tried to let out in response to that vibrated the tip of his cock so perfectly, his movements stuttered for a second before picking up the pace again. the proposed humiliation not helping your own situation but as changbin's low moans became louder, you realised how close he was and refocused your efforts on being a good girl for him, rubbing soft circles on his thigh to tell him it's okay to cum in your mouth - but he had other ideas; pulling you off him and pumping himself in front of you. fuck you'd never get over seeing him like that, close and desperate.

'hands off, fuck, tongue out, ugh'

'make yourself pretty for me, slut, fuck'

'wanna ruin you, shit'

and you did just that, presenting yourself for him like you had done previously but you looked noticeably messier. your previously perfect hair is now all over the place, half of it falling out of the hair tie into your face. your make up all over the place, running down your cheeks. your lips red and puffy, matching the flush all over your chest. his hoodie now pooled around your hips as it stayed on only around your wrist - a small nod to his possession of you. visibly shaking slightly as you sit straight up, tongue hanging out again similar to before. he thought you looked beautiful.

'good girl, good girl, g-good - fuck'

and with that he came all over you, some ending up on your forehead, some on your cheek, in your hair, some even ending up on your chest. he tapped his tip on your tongue as he pumped himself through the final waves of his orgasm, the salty taste making your head spin. as he pulled away all you wanted to do was bring your tongue back into your mouth and savour it but you continued to be a good girl and kept it there.

'so fucking good princess, fuck'

spitting in your mouth again as a reward, making even more a mess of you, watching the mix of fluids drip off your tongue - the filthiness of the whole situation humiliating and turning you on simultaneously.

'swallow'

and you did, closing your eyes and moaning as you did. enjoying it, before opening up to meet his eyes again, the smile on his lips letting you know you had done a good job.

'why don't we get you cleaned up princess'

he said, offering you his hand, ever the gentleman helping you up. directing you to your shared bedroom and bathroom, he leaned into your ear, whispering;

'and then, once you're all clean, i'll make a mess of you again, okay princess?'

[peachycoreroo]

the forbidden fruit | zeke yeager

summary: zeke was like a second father to you and you were his favorite little girl. maybe, it wasn't normal to like your dad's best friend that much, but who cares if it's normal when it feels this good.

pairing: dad’s best friend!zeke x college fem!reader

genre: smut, pwp

word count: 5.4k

warnings: age gap, vaginal penetration, lowkey pseudo-cest bc you call zeke 'uncle', daddy kink, oral fem!receiving, fingering, oral m!receiving, mini degradation, praise kink, a few spanks, choking, zeke spits in your mouth, usage of ‘slut’, ‘whore’ and ‘slutty’, bunny as a pet name, kinda exhibitionism?, manipulation, corruption kink, dub-con vibes but you actually want it, jealousy, mentions of alcohol, smoking, dumbification, manhandling, unprotected sex (pls wrap it up kids), creampie, size kink

authors note: this is for @weepinglevi​‘s adult movie tropes collab, thank you sm for letting me join!! def check out the other amazing fics in this collab<3 this is a lot darker than my other stuff so far, but i had so much fun writing it, so enjoy my first piece for aot!! here’s a link to my masterlist

uncle zeke, or uncle zuzu as you liked to call him when you were still a child, has always been your favorite person since you were little. technically, you weren’t blood-related, but you might as well have been with how integrated into your family he was.

him and your father were best friends since middle school and you did call him ‘daddy’ a lot back then as a three-year-old, when you couldn’t grasp the concept of him not also being your dad. he was there for your birth, your childhood, your embarrassing teens and now even for your 20th birthday.

you don’t exactly know when the thing happened though.

one day, you were all a big, happy family and the next you suddenly realized, how attractive zeke yeager really was. maybe, it was the way you noticed that he was so much more athletic and broader than your father as they walked around your pool in their swimming trunks on a hot summer day. maybe, it was the way you suddenly became aware of how tall he really was, when you tried to reach a cup on a shelf too high, only to feel his presence directly behind you with his chest against your back as he reached his arm above your head and grabbed the cup, only to hand it to you with a teasing ‘you should really try this thing called growing. i heard it does wonders against high shelfs.’ or maybe, it was the way you finally registered how his gray eyes shamelessly checked you out as you walked around in your flimsy crop tops and shorts, barely covering anything.

it was so wrong, but that didn’t mean you would stop your little teasing. your dresses got shorter and shorter, dropping your keys on purpose on the way out just to flash him your lacy panties. hugging him longer than usual as he was leaving, just to press your breasts up against his hard chest. you wanted him to know you weren’t a little girl anymore. you wanted his mind to be filled with lewd thoughts about you. only you.

even when you left for college, you couldn’t stop thinking about the blond man, especially when you were in your bed late at night, with your hand stuffed in your panties and your mouth whimpering his name into the pillow. images of him, with his hard cock in a large palm, pleasuring himself with you on his mind, groaning your name, always brought you to an orgasm, but it wasn’t enough. you knew the only way to quench your need for this man was by having him, no matter how rotten your desire was.

at last, it was finally your birthday, and you couldn’t wait to get home and act upon your ploy to seduce zeke yeager. it was a foolproof plan really. nobody would even suspect you were trying to rile your favorite uncle up, and he would only react, if he wanted you just as much. what better gift for your birthday, than ultimately having the forbidden fruit you’ve been trying to deny yourself of for so long.

“happy birthday, angel!”, your family exclaimed excitedly as you came downstairs. you quickly scanned the room to see uncle zeke already sitting in his usual spot on an armchair in the corner of the living room, getting up and joining your parents at the bottom of the stairs when he noticed your presence.

knowing that he was there, you finally smiled happily, thanking them softly before being pulled into a tight embrace by zeke. “yeah, happy birthday, angel”, he lowly murmured into your ear as he pressed you firmly against him, goosebumps erupting at his slightly suggestive tone.

“thank you, uncle zuzu”, you whispered back, squeezing him tight, hoping to get the message across that you were more than happy to be in his arms.

alas, you were forced to part as your mother shoved him to the side to embrace you, your dad jokingly complaining about you going for a hug with your favorite first instead of your parents, in the background.

“well, i can’t help that i’m so much cooler to her than you”, zeke retorted playfully, earning him a light-hearted punch to the arm from your father.

the rest of the day felt like an eternity. it’s not that you didn’t enjoy spending time with your parents, especially if zeke was there, but the prospect of getting the blond male to act upon your, hopefully, mutual desires, had you looking at the clock more times than you would like to admit.

“are you waiting for something?”

you quickly snapped out of your daydreams of what could happen later, as the man with the main role in them sat down closely beside you, your thighs brushing against each other. you couldn’t help your gaze lingering where your skin touched before blinking up at him through your lashes, only to see him grinning down at you, clearly amused by your stare. time for the first part of the mission.

“oh yeah, i’ll be going clubbing with a few friends later.”

“clubbing?”, zeke pressed with a frown, “and your parents are letting you?”

zeke has always been very overprotective of you. your dad joked that it’s because you’re basically like his daughter, but you hoped it was more than that. that’s why you were counting on his overprotectiveness to eventually lead you to the desired outcome of the day aka you, stuffed full of his cum.

“mmm, yeah. it’s my 20th birthday uncle zeke, not my 10th, you know. i’m an adult”, you retorted provocatively before getting up. “’m gonna go get ready.”

you could swear you felt his irritated glare burn into your back as you made your way upstairs, grinning at the first bit of your plan succeeding.

the second step, was your appearance. just a week before that, you went shopping for the shortest dress you could find, ready to turn heads, or specifically, one head. shower, hair, makeup, baby pink lace underwear, see-through tights, black dress. you haven’t felt this hot and confident in a while with college forcing you to wear hoodies and sweatpants all day every day. no way in hell were you going to make yourself suffer through endless lectures in cute skirts and dresses.

five minutes before your friends came, one of your essential male friends included, you decided to head downstairs to make sure zeke had enough time to admire how hot you looked.

as you came downstairs, you could hear your dad exclaiming ‘look at my beautiful girl, all grown up’, making zeke turn around. goosebumps erupted as you felt his eyes slowly trail along your figure, your skin tingling where his gaze burned into your exposed skin.

you did a full spin, showing off your outfit to the three people in your living room, but only caring about the opinion of one. to your disappointment, you didn’t quite get the reaction you wanted, with zeke turning back around to your mother, continuing to talk about whatever.

no matter how much you hated it, you couldn’t stop the jealousy crawling up your tightening throat, making you sick with disgust. you knew your mother was just as much as a friend to the man of your desires as your father, but it didn’t stop you from feeling this way. you wanted his eyes on you and not some other woman, even if that woman was your own mother.

as if on cue, the doorbell rang out, your mood immediately lifting at the chance that the third step of your plan finally elicits a much-craved reaction from zeke.

you opened the door, your best friends immediately throwing themselves at you, screaming their congratulations and complimenting your attire. just like you hoped, the boy you’ve been friends with and flirted with since high school, jean kirstein, was the last one to congratulate you. he hugged you tight, leaning down, whispering a low ‘happy birthday, pretty girl. you look good enough to eat’, at the same time as your parents and zeke came into the foyer.

the hug you shared with jean lasted just a tad too long for it to count as appropriate, with you giggling excessively at his comment just to be sure that zeke heard it. and as you parted to say goodbye to your family, your flirty friend kept his strong arm around your waist, as though it belonged there.

you don’t miss the way zeke glared at jean’s arm around you or the way he had the slightest frown on his face as he told you to ‘have fun and be careful’, but when you turned around and left the house to get into jean’s car, disappointment filled you when you realized that the blond male didn’t do anything to keep you from going. all this planning and finger crossing for nothing. ‘happy fucking birthday to me’, you bitterly thought, as you drove off into the night, mood already completely ruined.

after hours of trying to enjoy the end of your birthday even for a bit, you finally had enough. jean took you home, trying to make out with you on the backseat of his car in the parking lot, but as tempting as the idea of letting him fuck zeke yeager out of your mind sounded, you couldn’t bring yourself to. the fact that today was supposed to be the day you got your dad’s best friend right where you wanted him, was enough to make you crave a nice shower and your warm bed. you couldn’t wait for this day to end.

when jean pulled up to your house, you parted ways with a quick kiss and a cheeky promise of tomorrow, before making your way into the house. it was already 3 a.m., so you were sure everybody was already asleep, as you quietly made your way inside.

“there you are. welcome back, pretty girl.”

at hearing zeke’s raspy voice out of nowhere, you flinched and let out an unvoluntary squeak. what was he doing here?

you brought your hand to your heart, feeling it hammer against your chest, your eyes snapping to the spot your dad’s best friend was sitting in, in the kitchen. “uncle zeke! you scared me, what are you still doing here?”

as you made your way into the kitchen, you finally noticed the empty tequila bottle on the table and your unconscious father, snoring on the coach in the living room, just a few feet away.

“mmm, wanted to make sure you come home safely after your dad passed out, so i waited for you”, he casually retorted while his grey eyes inspected you from head to toe. smeared lipstick, a light sheen of sweat on your skin and your dress hiked up dangerously high on your thighs.

feeling small under his calculating gaze, you once again looked at your sleeping dad and gestured towards the bottle. “guess you also had a wild party going on?”

“mh, your dad’s just a lightweight.”

the air inside the kitchen was heavy and suffocating. you knew something was wrong with the way zeke wouldn’t stop staring at you and only answered with short sentences, his usual playful chattiness nowhere to be seen.

trying to get rid of the awkwardness and your nervousness, you asked: “where- uh, where’s mom?”

“asleep”, was the short answer you got, making you even more uneasy than before. “oh, w-well. i’m gonna go and also hit the hay. thanks for staying up for me uncle zeke, good night.”

“stop.”

this one word made you halt in your tracks just as you were about to turn around, making you look questioningly back at him. what you didn’t expect however, was to see zeke yeager spread his thighs and pet one of them with a simple ‘sit down, angel.” somehow, the pet name sounded condescending as it left his lips, but that didn’t stop your pussy from clenching at the sight of him with his legs wide open, looking positively inviting like never before.

your gaze quickly flickered towards the unconscious figure in the armchair, but even that couldn’t stop you when uncle zeke was offering you to sit on his lap, like you dreamed of for so long.

your legs slowly took you towards the spot he was sitting in, only for him to pull you on one of his thighs as soon as you were in his reach. his arm wrapped tightly around your waist, while the other found its place on your thigh, your heartrate skyrocketing at the close proximity.

not really knowing what to do with your hands and where to look, you once again brought your gaze to your dad in the living room, having the perfect view of him from your position on zeke’s lap, your fingers interlocked in your own lap as to not touch him too much.

“how was the party?”, he questioned seemingly nonchalant, but his tone had a certain edge to it, that made you feel as if you were being scolded.

you chuckled nervously, keeping your eyes locked on your unconscious father, as you started uttering: “oh, uh… it was- “

only to have zeke’s palm grab your cheeks, squeezing them together in a pout, as he turned your head towards him, forcing you to focus your gaze on him.

“did you fuck him?”

zeke was watching your expression closely when he practically growled the question, taking note of how your eyes widened, your breath deepened, and your thighs automatically pressed together as the meaning of his imposing words settled in.

the jealousy could practically be grabbed as it rolled off the blond male in waves and you knew, that if you wanted your birthday wish to come true, you had to play the part of the innocent and unsuspecting little girl.

“wha-? no!”, you exclaimed supposedly offended and distraught that he would even ask such a thing, as best as you could with your lips pressed together in a pout by his large palm.

the man’s dark grey – were they always this dark? – eyes narrowed as you seamlessly pretended to not know what he was hinting at, but the way you immodestly battered your eyelashes at him, one hand finding it’s way onto the palm that was squeezing your plush thigh, showed him at you weren’t as oblivious as you feigned to be.

“no, huh?”, he chuckled darkly, his hand leaving your face to push you down onto your knees between his legs instead, “then you’re not against helping your dear uncle with a certain issue, or are you baby?”

stammering out a little confused ‘what?’, you quickly checked whether your dad was still asleep, only for yeager’s palm to return to its place on your cheeks, squeezing them once again as he yanked your head back towards him. “don’t act like a brainless, useless slut, angel. it really doesn’t suit you. you’re my smart little girl, aren’t you?”

the sickly-sweet tone he used worked like a charm on your praise-starved brain. you wanted to please him and be his good girl, no matter what it took.

looking up at him with big, wide eyes, a drop of drool fell from your pouty lips onto his jean-clad crotch when he tightened his hold on your cheeks as you nodded like an obedient little toy, making him smile proudly.

“that’s my girl. now,”, he declared, unbothered by the tiny wetness seeping into his pants, his veiny hands made quick work of his belt and zipper, “show me how much you want to help your uncle zeke.”

just the sight of him whipping out his hard cock out of the confinements of his jeans and boxers, was enough to make a small pool of wetness gush out of your cunt, not that it mattered anyway. your lacy panties were already long soaked just from sitting on his lap.

zeke’s cock was longer and definitely thicker than you could’ve ever imagined, bigger than any you’ve ever taken with a prominent vein running on the underside, the tip flushed in a pretty pink. the saliva collecting in your mouth at the prospect of having him down your throat soon made you swallow hard, while you waited for his next instructions, not wanting to disappoint him by acting impulsively.

seeing his best friends’ daughter so submissive and eager-to-please on her knees between his legs as said best friend laid, passed out, just a few feet away, made zeke’s cock twitch. he knew it was sick and wrong, but he has always been a weak man when it came to you.

“go ahead, sweetheart. make uncle zeke feel good.”

at his permission to go, you nearly lunched forward, your pretty lips coated in sticky lipgloss instantly wrapping around the sensitive tip of his dick, making him groan deeply somewhere in the back of his throat.

you alternated between swirling your tongue around his cockhead and slowly sucking, as zeke put a cigarette between his lips, lightning it. normally, you hated the foul smell of nicotine and complained numerous times about how much you hated smokers but… the sight of it dangling between his thick fingers, as his other hand lost itself inside your hair, guiding your head to bob up and down on his length, awakened something deep in you, that you didn’t even know existed.

it didn’t help that while every other person reeking of smoke repulsed you, the same scent clinging to zeke brought you a sense of comfort. the fact that he also looked hot as fuck doing it, certainly didn’t hurt.

above you, the tall man made sure to let his eyes wander to your father from time to time, mostly keeping them locked on your lewd expression and your full lips wrapped around his cock though. he knew that the man a few feet away was a heavy sleeper, especially when drunk, so he wasn’t afraid of letting you know just how pleased he was with you.

“that’s a good girl. doing so good for me, want me to cum down your throat, sweetheart?”  

you mumbled a small ‘please’ around his cock, causing him to groan huskily as your vocal cords vibrated against his sensitive tip. knowing he was almost there, you hallowed your cheeks and tightened your throat, wanting him to lose himself in the inviting warmth of your mouth.

as soon as zeke felt himself teetering at the edge, he couldn’t stop himself from quickly putting out the cig in his hand and holding your head still with his large palms as he started frantically thrusting up in your mouth. having zeke use you to chase his own high made you clench around nothing as you gagged around his length, doing your best to try and keep your jaw slack just so you could hear the man praising you again.

at the feeling of you choking on his cock, zeke’s head fell back as he moaned hoarsely, the sound going straight to the fire in the pit of your stomach already forming just from sucking him off and hearing his erotic grunts.

on the next thrust inside your warm, wet mouth, zeke emptied himself in the back of your throat with a low growl of ‘good fucking girl’, making you whine around his dick. the blond pulled you off as you started coughing, instructing you to ‘swallow, angel.’ being the whipped, little toy you did as you were told, looking up at him as you licked the remaining cum of your spit covered lips.

zeke smirked at your sensual display, whilst he stood up, pulling you up to your feet, only to push you against the dinner table and impatiently smash his lips against yours.

you had half the mind to think about how he didn’t even seem to care that his sticky cum still lingered in your mouth as he kissed you before your brain completely shut down because you were making out with zeke yeager.

strong palms wandered up your thighs under your short dress, cupping your ass while the flimsy fabric rode up as a consequence of his wandering hands. the display of strength as he easily lifted you up on the hard surface behind you, made your head spin. everything this man was doing had you weak in the knees and if you weren’t already seated, you were convinced your legs would’ve given out underneath you.

as yeager made room for himself between your thighs, spreading them in the process, your arms found their place around his broad shoulders, pulling him down even closer towards you as you tasted the whiskey and smoke on his slightly chapped lips. you could hear his soft chuckle at the displeased whimper you let out when he removed himself from you, before tracing his thumb faintly over your clothed clit. just that slightest contact with your puffy bundle of nerves had your hips twitching up, your face heating up at the obvious display of his effect on you.

“aww, is my slutty little baby desperate for her favorite uncle?”, he asked in mock empathy, ripping your tights like it was nothing, before his eyes soaked up the sight of your baby pink lace panties completely ruined by your slick.

“i see you were ready for something to happen today. were you hoping the little boy from earlier would fuck you?”, he almost snarled the question, before adding: “or were you hoping for me, bunny? are these pretty panties just for me?”

as your core gushed out more of your juices at the pet name, you obediently shook your head at his accusation of you dressing up for jean, mewling out: “y-you, daddy. only you.”

zeke closed his eyes to compose himself when his cock twitched alive once again at the sweet melody of you calling him daddy. he knew this was the point of no return. he could’ve stopped this before, he was sure of that, but not anymore. not when you oh so sweetly called out for your daddy to take care of you.

in one swift motion, your panties were gone and thrown into a dark corner of the kitchen, the only light illuminating the space coming from the turned-on lamp in the foyer from when you came home. forcing you to recline back as zeke lifted your legs up on his muscular shoulders, you shuddered as his hot breath hit your drenched pussy.

after just one kitten lick to your core, you heard zeke’s pleased hum, mumbling something along the lines of ‘just as sweet as you, bunny’, but you couldn’t tell for sure because the very next second he was diving tongue first into you, sucking, licking, and slurping like it’s his last meal. the moan that left you at his intense ministrations was downright pornographic and you could only clench around nothing as his large palm came up to silence you.

“as much as i’d love to listen to your cries, sweet thing, gonna wake your parents up if you keep at it”, he muttered against your sensitive clit, the vibrations only making you mewl against his hand.

your hands tried to find purchase somewhere, the hard surface of the table, your plush thighs, before your nails finally got a grasp of his blond locks, using the leverage as an advantage to push his face even further into your slick cunt.

the obscene, wet sounds that echoed in the room were making your face heat up, but the embarrassment didn’t stop you from grinding desperately against his tongue, his thick beard rubbing painfully but oh so deliciously against the delicate skin of your inner thighs.

when you felt two of his thick fingers probe at your entrance before pushing in, instantly hitting that one spot inside you, you threw your head back as your eyes rolled into the back of your head, thighs trembling against his head as you reached your peak around his digits. your back arched off the wooden table, thighs snugly pressing against the sides of his head, almost suffocating him in the process, while you moaned a long, high-pitched ‘daddy’ against his palm.

zeke yeager could proudly say that he’s had his fair share of women, but the sight of you, succumbing to the pleasure he was providing you with, was by far the most erotic he had the privilege of witnessing. the mix of your cross-eyed expression, your sloppy cunt clenching impossibly around his thick fingers and your body twitching from the aftershocks of your orgasm, only fueled his desire to see you go dumb on his fat cock.

a hard slap against the fat of your right thigh caused you to squeal, your legs sliding down from his shoulders, completely limp from all the spent energy. zeke leaned down, once again capturing your lips in a heated make out. his warm tongue still had the distinct taste of your release on it as it slipped between your lips, his full beard soaked in your juices scratching against your cheeks and chin, but you certainly didn’t mind as long as you could have him between your legs, mouths interlocked.

“wanna see your cute lil’ ass while i wreck you, bunny. can you turn around for daddy?”, he questioned, voice raspy, but he didn’t actually wait for an answer, grabbing your hips in a bruising grip and flipping you over on your stomach, ass pressed up against his crotch already. not being able to control yourself at another clear display that his muscles weren’t just for show, your hips automatically grinded back against his painfully hard cock.

another strong blow was delivered, this time to your bouncy behind, your small mewl echoing in the large space. “slutty, desperate whores aren’t appreciated here, bunny. thought you were daddy’s good, little girl? guess daddy was wrong about you”, zeke sighed in faux disappointment, knowing you would do anything for him to keep praising you.

“n-no! am your good, little girl! ‘m sorry, daddy, please don’t leave”, you practically sobbed out, to drunk on his touch to realize the manipulative undertone in his phrasing.

smirking victoriously, the blond tenderly smoothed his huge palm, with his fingers covered in your already dried up essences, over your ass check, his fat tip nudging against your soaked entrance, whilst he shh-ed you, promising that he’s ‘not gonna leave you bunny, ‘m all yours.’

at the promise of him belonging to you, your eyes rolled into the back of your head, just as yeager decided to push his aching dick into your tight pussy. at the first bump against your gummy walls, you both knew no one would ever be able to compare. it was a tight fit as he continued to push past the resistance of your cunt, hissing at the continuous contractions around his sensitive cock. no way in hell, he thought to himself as he already had to hold himself back from cumming as if he were some virgin all over again.

when he finally bottomed out, his patience was close to non-existent, so without waiting for you to adjust, he started thrusting in you like a mad man. your hands flew out to grab the other edge of the wooden surface to have some kind of support, as his powerful thrusts made the whole table shake and drag across the tiled floor.

“’s too much, daddy! slow down!”, you wailed, knowing full well that this was exactly what you waited for all this time. the dark chuckle that left his panting and grunting mouth told you that he was also very aware of the fact that you didn’t actually want him to slow down, so the only reaction you got, besides his acknowledging chuckle, were his thrusts picking up in speed.

after another strong hit to your jiggling ass and a groan that sounded suspiciously like ‘such a perfect ass’, zeke leaned over you, completely covering you with his large frame. his hand found its way to your front, giving your tits a quick squeeze through your dress, before continuing its journey up, finally settling around your neck.

as it constricted around your neck, thick fingers expertly pressing against the pressure points, restricting the air flow oh so deliciously, your spit-covered lips fell open in a silent ‘o’, the act lurching you impossibly closer to your orgasm. at this point, the only coherent words you were able to formulate were ‘yes’, ‘daddy’ and ‘please’, causing the tall man’s chest to fill with pride at your dumbed out state.

“my cute, submissive, little bunny. have i fucked you stupid with my cock?”, he teased, only to get his confirmation by the lack of response on your side, too far gone to process that he asked a question.

the rhythmic clenching of your warm core reminded him that his dick was practically begging him to let it stuff you full of his sticky cum, so as his grip on your throat and hip tightened even more, he let his carnal desires take over as he rutted impossibly faster inside you.

every thrust caused his fat tip to poke harshly against your cervix, the feeling of pain only fueling your pleasure, as you silently took all your favorite uncle was giving you. somewhere in the back of your mind the thought of your father sleeping just in the next room flew around, but it quickly got fucked back out by zeke’s fat cock.

at the next rough plunge inside your warm walls and the low growl of ‘cum on daddy’s fucking cock, bunny’ directly beside your ear, you came undone with a loud moan of his name. you were pretty sure the force of your orgasm made you blackout for a second, because the next time you came to your senses, zeke was shooting his load inside your inviting cunt directly at your cervix, your name leaving his lips like a prayer.

you were exhausted. your whole body shook and twitched, your stomach hurt from being pressed against the edge of the dinner table for so long, sweat dripping down on the surface from your face and neck.

suddenly the room was way too quiet, safe for the heavy breathing and your occasional whimpers. slowly, zeke pulled out, only to spread your cheeks apart to take a good luck at your abused pussy pushing out his white cum. it slowly trickled down your legs, mixing with your leaked juices on the tiles beneath your feet.

not having the energy to move, you let the blond male pull down your dress back over your ass, listening to the rustle of fabric and belt clicking as he got dressed again. just as he gently helped you stand-up again, you could hear a yawn coming from the doorway that led to the living room.

“what’re you both doing?”, your half-awake father asked as he made his way through the kitchen past you to get to the foyer. your nails dug into zeke’s muscular forearms as the panic of getting caught formed in the pit of your stomach, only to hear the older man murmur a casual, seemingly sleepy ‘she just got home, gonna go sleep now’, as though he wasn’t blowing out your back just a few minutes prior.

with an unsuspecting ‘’aight, night you two’, your dad disappeared in the shared bedroom with your sleeping mother.

“fuck”, you breathed out, stressed at almost being caught and your legs buckling, only for zeke’s strong arms to hold you up right.

“hey, look at me, angel”, the male softly demanded, gaze tender as your eyes met his. “i’ll bring you to bed and clean up here, okay? don’t worry about a thing.”

a sleepy, but happy smile stretched itself across your lips at him caring for you so deeply.

“open your mouth, sweetheart.”

without second-guessing the request, you obediently opened your mouth, only to feel his saliva hit your outstretched tongue. the taste made you mewl needily as you realized what it all meant. you were his and he was yours.

zeke chuckled, amused by your blissed out expression, before pecking your lips, picking you up and caring you to your room with you mumbling a satisfied ‘best birthday ever’ against his neck.

[roscgcld]

HEADCANON + FUSHIGURO MEGUMI || relationship things

request: Can you do sfw and nsfw relationship hcs for Fushiguro

note: hello love! i wouldn’t mind doing some hcs for our little shy bean! tbh, i am not going to lie, this did not take me long to thing lmao - this is my first nsfw work on this blog tho! so this was definitely fun.

pronouns: them/they

note: aged-up!fushiguro! x reader, nsfw content below - please skip if you’re uncomfortable

other than that, enjoy~

sfw

if you two ever share a home together, i feel like he’s the kind of guy who would string fairy lights around your home because it’s cozy to him? 

definitely have dog themed couple items - matching dog themed slippers, mugs, even decorative plates if you allow him to

bet you they are both modelled after his shikigami dogs - since they were the first shikigami to submit to him. so they always hold a special place in his heart

i feel like even though he trains hard, he still likes to keep his hands in good condition. so there is tubes of hand lotion scattered everywhere, at the most random of places by the way

speaking to that - you two might have manicure weekends at home; where he’d spend some time just trimming and caring for his hands and fingernails. he’d do yours if you ask him to

sometimes he’d come home dead tired and just collapses on you wordlessly - wrapping his arms around you tightly whilst burying his face into your neck 

would sigh in content when you wrap your arms around him and hold him close, just running your fingers through his hair gently and tracing your fingers down the back of his neck

if you try to ask him about work, he’d either tell you everything in detail or nothing at all - there is no in between 

most times it’s just him grumbling about gojo and yuji, who he’d once said they both ‘shave so many years off my life just by breathing’

when he’s away on missions, he’ll call you just so you two can go about your day. no words are needed, but he just wants to hear you go about your day. it calms him down, and reminds himself that you’re going to be there for him

weekend visits to his sister - who survived the Shibuya incident and is now recovering slowly under the care of Ieiri (this is not canon by the way - in the manga we still have no idea how things are gonna turn out for her after the whole Geto thing)

having random members of the zen’in clan coming to your shared home asking if you’d talk to them about trying to convince fushiguro to become a zen’in

if fushiguro is home at the time, he’d send his devine dog on them; listening to their terrified screams with a pleased smile as they ran away from your home

“that’s not really nice, gumi.” 

“yeah, yeah - wanna go grab some bingsu?”

honey, you are set for life by the way - mans can cook a bomb ass meal. and from what we know, learns quick too. so if you want to try something new, just give him a few minutes to google and watch a tutorial on it and i bet your ass he can recreate it down to a t

feel like he gives the best massages - don’t tell me otherwise. his hands are definitely made for more then just battles

enjoys it when you would whisper sweet nothings to him after a long week of work - getting more and more cuddly the longer you shower him in praises

he’s more talkative around you compared to others, more willing to share his emotions and how he’s feeling - even though sometimes he finds it hard to find the right words

he lets you wear his clothes - shirts, sweaters, hoodies, sweats. you name it, he’d just gives it to you. finds it cute how you’re drowned in the fabric

enjoys blow drying your hair; idk, i just see him with a peaceful expression on his face, carefully blow drying your hair for you after a warm shower together

would give you actual advice on your outfit - i feel like he’s the one who helps yuji and nobara put together their outfits together whenever they go out of town

nothing is out of place in your home - there is always a compartment for it, or a space on the shelf, or in a drawer

cooking dates together - if you can’t cook, he’ll teach you. if you can cook, you two will try something new together

feel like he’s a dark chocolate fanatic - so you guys will always have a shit ton of chocolate in your home

on some days you’ll come home and just have nue stretched out over your living room, your boyfriend just watching the tv before him whilst petting the owl-like shikigami like it’s a domesticated cat

“oh, hey babe.” he’d greet with a casual nod at you whilst you stand in the hallway, blinking in confusion

idk, i feel like you two have a chilled but lowkey chaotic relationship - since he is friends with gojo, yuji and nobara. but it’s still really loving, with more physical instead of verbal shows of affection. you’ll be treated like a queen/king, and as long as megumi has it, he will make sure you know how much he loves you, even if he’s not by your side due to work

nsfw

okay, i get he’s all innocent and is dense in everything else besides jujutsu - but you have to remember this dude’s dad is fushiguro fucking togi

don’t tell me this man is kink-less - there is no fucking way 

i mean yeah, when you two first get down and dirty together, i feel like he’s all awkward and unsure at first, since he didn’t want to hurt you 

but i get this vibe that he knows exactly what he wants - but let’s remember he’s still a shy bean that refuses to do anything with you until he is 100% comfortable

stress sex happens often - i can bet you that this man will probably come home with a dark look on his face, push you onto the nearest flat surface and just grinds against your ass

people keep saying that he’s a boobs man - and i can see that. doubt he really gives a shit about the size, he just enjoys how he can play with your nipples and have you squirm underneath him 

he enjoys tugging your hair - there is just something about wrapping your soft strands between his fingers whilst he fucks you hard; hearing your voice loud and clear

feel like he’s a doggy man; enjoys running his large hand down your back and gripping the back of your neck. how he can shove your face into the mattress whilst fucking you silly from the back

lowkey has a dumbification kink - enjoys whenever you fucked so good by him that you’re basically drooling and babbling absolute nonsense at him

enjoys leaving hickeys on places you’d never notice at first - on your back, back of your hip, small of your back, shoulder blades. he enjoys you coming up to him with a blush on your face and smacking his shoulder, whining to him that nobara and maki saw the hickeys he left all over to you

bruises on your hips are also a common thing too - he’s hands are so strong and rough that sometimes he just forgets that your skin is delicate and you can bruise easily. he’ll apologise, then add new ones on top of the old ones 

enjoys choking you as well - loves to feel your racing pulse under his fingertips and how you tighten around him whenever he tightens his old around you more

dacryphilia - definitely feels a thrill go through him when you’d look up at him with tear soaked lashes and stained cheeks. makes him take you harder 

doesn’t always enjoy a blowjob - idk why, i feel like he’s more into giving that receiving. goes with his dacryphilia kink too - will stay with his head between your thighs until you’re crying and shaking whilst you try to push him away

definitely enjoys pinning you down, either with his hands or with ropes and handcuffs, but he’s not interested in the entire bdsm thing

enjoys buying you lacy lingerie, regardless of what gender you are, and just have you put them on to show him; only to then rip it off of you as he pins you down on the sofa

he’s somewhat of a soft dom, he wants to protect you and always make sure you’re going to be enjoying yourself. but he’s not above using your body for his own pleasure

he’s not a loud man - a loud grunt from time to time, low groans and growls. but he’s not loud in bed. but enjoys it when you’re loud

man loves the aftercare process - cleans you up gently with a towel, making sure you’re hydrated, getting you snacks if you’re hungry, rubbing your sore muscles. he views it as intimate and cherishes those moments when you lean on him the most

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[kingkatsuki]

Euphoria | Fat Gum (Toyomitsu Taishiro) x Reader

Hey guys! Here is another collab for the BNHArem server! This month the prompt was sex work. Please check out all the other talented creators here.

Thanks to my lovely @trafalgar-temptress​ for reading over this for me, even though she said Fat Gum reminds her of Hagrid *cries*.

Warnings: 18+, PWP, age gap (40 year old Fat Gum/20s reader), virgin!Fat Gum, size kink, exhibitionism, camgirl!reader, creampie, cumflation.

Word Count: 4.7k

“Listen, he’s a little shy but I think this will be great for both of you. The fans should definitely like it, especially if they liked my video.”

You replayed Kirishima’s text in your head as you changed into the outfit you’d chosen for your Only Fans video. A strappy lace bodysuit that crisscrossed over your bust as you slipped on a fluffy robe over it. It had been a few months since you’d first met the Sturdy Hero Red Riot, the Pro had caught sight of one of your videos when it had gone viral on not safe for work Twitter. It could’ve almost been considered a thirst trap, even though you never expected the man to ever even see it. A short, lewd video of you pulling your official Red Riot t-shirt up over your chest suggestively, giving the camera a sultry glance before the boomerang repeated the motion. Hardly expecting the Red Riot to see the video, nevermind slide into your direct messages to talk to you about it. Thinking that it was a catfish at first, or at the very least a hacked account. Until you caught sight of the verified blue tick and he sent you a video of his own, pulling his own shirt up over his chest in the same way you had before.

You continued sending messages back and forth, more suggestive photographs and videos shared privately between you until one day he agreed to star in one of your videos. It had taken quite some convincing but you had managed to get him to agree to a meeting. An event that had ended in him featuring in one of your videos, a video that was now your most popular on your account. Even though the world had no idea that the man starring in it was the world-famous Pro-Hero, Red Riot.

What you hadn’t expected was for him to introduce you to his boss, Taishiro Toyomitsu.

It was no secret that this man was big, his stature towering over anyone else in his presence. Even the size of Pro-Heroes like All Might and Endeavor were no match for his sheer size. So of course, it had you thinking that his cock had to be the same. Kirishima had relayed the stories that Taishiro had told him, experiences where he had tried to lose his virginity but each time women were unable to take his whole cock, barely able to fit half before they threw in the towel. The thought terrified and excited you at the same time, it was almost like a perverse competition that you wanted to win.

Even as you’d led him into your home you could tell he was nervous, his fat form dwarfing you as he curved his body sideways to step inside your hallway, politely closing the door behind him as he shuffled out of his shoes. You could feel his nervous energy spilling from him and flooding into your dingy apartment.

Fat Gum struggled to breathe as he sat at the bottom of your bed, his palms sweaty as he rubbed them against his jeans. His eyes darted around the room as he took in the sight of your ring light with a mobile phone attached to the centre, poised to face a laptop. Glancing at the multiple rows of lingerie sets hanging neatly on a rack to the right of it. He needed to calm down, to allow himself to enjoy this new experience, but he couldn’t. This all felt so surreal, so unusual. He should never have allowed Kirishima to talk him into this, it was such a ridiculous prospect. He was a Pro-Hero for crying out loud, if this got out into the local media there was no way he would be able to live it down. His signature yellow hoodie swung over your desk chair as he sat clad in a plain black shirt and jeans, legs nervously shuffling as he waited for you.

He’d spent the majority of years content with his life, he was in the job he’d dreamed of since he was a child. The head of his own agency and at a respectable eleventh in the hero rankings, even with the new younger generation here to take over. Unlike other pro-heroes he had stood the test of time, his popularity continued into his older years.

He was almost twice your age, the thought of being with someone so much older and yet still inexperienced had you feeling hot and bothered. The idea of being able to completely ravish someone like that, someone like him had you salivating.

“Are you ready?” You asked with a smile, your fingers toying with the belt of your dressing gown as you watched Taishiro swallow thickly.

“I think I should be askin’ you that, darlin’,” You watched the way his large palms clutched his thighs, instantly wishing it was your body he was squeezing like that.

“Why wouldn’t I be ready?” You mused.

“I dunno what Kiri’s told ya, but-”

“Yeah, he told me you’re a virgin, right?” You stepped closer.

“No, I mean- yeah, I am. But that isn’t what I meant.” His brown eyes stared towards you nervously, even seated he was almost at your height.

“Oh?” Maybe he was going to say he wasn’t comfortable being on camera now he was here. You could see how that would be daunting, especially for a famous Pro-Hero in the top ten. If his identity was revealed and he starred in one of these videos it could probably damage his reputation, “I mean, I promise no one will see your face or be able to tell it's you. Kiri showed you the videos we did together, right? You couldn’t tell it was him at all-”

“Nah, that ain’t it. I just mean, are you sure you’re ready for this?” He was asking you if you were ready? He was so sweet. This was something you’d done for a living for a while now, following the various weird and unusual requests that you’d received from your viewers you were certain there wasn’t much that could shock you anymore.

“I’m ready.” You smiled, untying your robe as you let the fabric fall to the floor, exposing your lingerie underneath, “Are you?”

Taishiro’s eyes roamed your body, drinking in the exposed skin as he shuffled on the foot of your bed. Taking a deep breath before he stood, towering over you as he made to leave, “This was a bad idea, I don’t think we should do this-“

“Wait, why?” You felt your heart twang at his refusal, instantly worried that he didn’t like what he saw, that he didn’t want to do anything with you, “Is it this?”

“What? Oh heck no- you’re beautiful, darlin-” He bit his bottom lip as he pondered his next words, “It’s me. I’m big-”

“I can tell,” You smirked, already imagining how his hands would look against your body.

“No, I mean. I could wreck you, sweetheart. I’m big.” He emphasised the word, indicating to his own body, “I don’t think this is a good idea.”

“I know you’re just looking at me and thinking I’m just this little girl, but I promise Fat Gum, sir. I can take it.” He groaned low in his throat at the sound of his hero name spilling from between your lips. You pressed record on your phone as you stepped back to check the timer had begun, indicating that it was now successfully recording as you turned to face the BMI hero. Your eyes moved towards the tent in his jeans as you took a step closer to him, craning your neck to glance up at him.

“Show me.” You whispered in a low, sultry tone.

“Shit,” He cursed under his breath as he moved his hands to his jeans, slowly unbuttoning them before tugging his fly down. Dipping his thumbs into the hem of his boxers as he eased them down with the denim in one slow movement.

“Holy fuck,” You groaned when he slowly tugged down his pants. His thick, long cock standing to attention as it curved towards his abdomen.

You couldn’t help but lick your lips at the sight, he was most definitely the biggest you had ever seen. Your cunt desperately clenching around nothing as you imagined the intense stretch his girth would create, bulging veins forking along every inch of him.

“I told ya it was big. You don’t hafta- I can just go-”

“No-“ You spoke a little too quickly, Taishiro’s eyes catching sight of your own as he stood awkwardly in front of you, “God, you’re so fucking hot.”

“What?” His cheeks flushed a dark pink, wide eyes staring at you in surprise as he revealed himself to you, “You wanna-”

“Have you seen yourself?” You replied incredulously, “Of course I want to.”

You tentatively wrapped a hand around his girth, feeling him twitch beneath your touch as you struggled to take his size. Moving both hands to hold him tightly, feeling the weight of his cock against your touch as you watched his eyes flutter. A large ooze of pre-cum spilling out of his slit and dribbling along the swollen head. Your thumb catching it as you smeared it along his length, watching as the moisture made his skin glisten, licking your lips in anticipation.

You eased yourself down onto your knees between his parted thighs, continuing to languidly stroke his cock with both hands as you pulled soft moans from Taishiro. Your tongue slipping out to wet your lips as you watched more pre dribble from his tip. Leaning forward to collect the moisture as you lay the pad of your tongue flat against his slit, almost able to slip your tongue between it. The movement catching him off guard as he groaned above you, his hips jerking as you repeated the motion.

“So responsive.” You smirked, pressing a chaste kiss to the tip of his cock as you felt him twitch beneath your touch, a low groan leaving his lips as he gazed down at you between hooded eyes.

Fat Gum was definitely the biggest man you had ever been with, and possibly seen. Even your scouring the internet to fuel your size kink hadn’t blessed you with such a sinful sight. Your lips slowly wrapped around his head as you lapped at his slit, rolling your tongue around the swollen tip as you tried to relax your jaw to allow more of him inside you. Saliva dribbling down your chin as you slobbered over his cock, slowly bobbing your head along his length.

“Shit, sweetheart. You’re so beautiful.” He murmured lowly, a groan spilling from the back of his throat as he watched you attempt to take more of him in. A large palm moving to gently rest at the base of your neck as he followed your motions along his girth, “That’s it-”

You keened at his words as you tried to breathe through your nose, determined to take as much of him inside your mouth as you could. Rolling your tongue over the thick veins that scattered along his cock as you set a slow, steady pace. Your moans vibrating against his skin as you felt his thick head hit the back of your throat. The action causing tears to prick the corners of your eyes as pearly beads clung to your lashes. Spluttering as you gagged on his length, brown eyes gazing down at you in worry as he pulled you off his cock. Giving you a moment to adjust. Licking your lips as you took in a deep breath before taking him back inside your mouth, your hand wrapped around him to stroke what you couldn’t fit inside as you brought your other palm up to tease his thick, heavy balls.

“Shit, you’re so good at this, sweetheart.” He grunted, unable to stop himself from rolling his hips into your touch, causing his cock to hit the back of your throat again. This time you managed to ease into the motion, your teeth grazing the skin of his cock as you gagged. A sharp hiss leaving Taishiro’s lips as he tightened his grip on your hair. Watching through half-lidded eyes as you gagged around his length,  tears slowly beginning to trickle down your cheeks as you maintained your pace, “Fuck, do that again-”

You mewled around him at the request, allowing your teeth to graze the sensitive skin against his cock as he leaned into your touch, another sinful moan leaving his lips that only served to spur you on. Rubbing your thighs together in a feeble attempt to give yourself some much-needed relief as you felt pleasure whirl in your lower half.

“I’m not gonna be able’ta last if you keep that up, sweets.” He murmured. A large, calloused thumb moving to stroke along your jawline as you slowly eased yourself off his length.

A mixture of drool and pre stringing from the tip of his cock to your lips as you pulled back, a small smile on your face as your chest heaved as you tried to regain your breath. Ignoring the dull ache that throbbed against your jaw as you watched Taishiro sit back down at the foot of your bed, even with how wet you knew you were and the moisture that glistened against his cock you knew you’d need lubrication. Pulling out a bottle from your bedside table as you flicked the cap open, letting the cool liquid drip onto Taishiro’s cock as he stroked his large palms against your thighs gently.

“You sure about this, sweetheart?” He murmured quietly, groaning as he felt you stroke the lube along his length.

“Yeah.” You couldn’t deny the ache between your thighs, the ardent desire you had to feel him.

Kirishima had been a challenge, but this? This was almost an impossible conquest.

You turned to face the camera, knowing that your fans would want to see the way your face would contort as you tried to take a cock this size. Your hand barely wrapped around him as you held him steady, swinging one of your legs over his thighs as you positioned yourself above him. Pulling the crotch of your lingerie to the side to reveal your glistening folds, sliding the head of his cock along them as he spread you open. His tip catching against your clit as you let out a sinful whine, rolling your hips to repeat the motion as Taishiro grunted behind you, feeling your slick coating his length. You rolled your hips as the swollen head of his cock pressed against your entrance. A gasp left your lips as you felt it.

The intense burn that began to ebb through your lower half, it was unlike anything you’d ever experienced before and this was just his tip. Taishiro’s meaty palms moved to grasp your hips, holding you steady as your inner walls began to flutter around him, trying to adjust to his size. You’d expected it to hurt, but this was something else.

“You okay, darlin’?” Taishiro murmured, resting his forehead against your bareback as he felt your inner walls clenching around him.

“Yeah.” The only word you could manage at this moment, trying to focus on something, anything but the pain between your thighs.

Bringing one of your hands to your slit as you stroked between your parted folds, gathering your slick against your fingers as you began to stroke focused circles against your clit. Trying to distract yourself from the throb between your thighs as you focused on the pleasure the movement brought. Meek whines leaving your parted lips as you began to move your hips to follow the movement, lidded eyes glancing towards the camera as pleasure slowly overtook your body.

“Let me,” Taishiro murmured from behind you, a hand snaking around to replace yours against your clit. Trapping the sensitive nub between two thick fingers as he began to roll it under his touch, your back instantly arching in pleasure as you keened at his touch, “Ya like tha?”

Your only response was a drawn-out whine as you relaxed against his touch, feeling your body sink further onto his thick cock as he continued to distract you with his sloppy ministrations. Your mouth parted in a silent moan as your head lolled back against his shoulder, sinking further and further onto his girth.

“Ya doin’ so good. Takin’ me so well.” Taishiro’s praise goaded you to try and take more of him, desperate to hear him tell you what a good job you were doing, that you’d done something no one else had been able to achieve before.

Ignoring the dull ache that whirled around in your cunt as you sunk yourself further down on his length, already feeling the telltale signs of your climax approaching as he maintained his focus on your clit. Feeling your inner walls clenching around him as you slipped towards your release.

“Shit, Tai- ‘m gonna cum-” You whimpered, your tongue lolling out from between your lips as you felt the coil inside you snap. Quivering as your orgasm surged through you, your legs trembling as you struggled to keep yourself upright.

“Shit, that’s it darlin’. Cum for me,” He whispered against your ear, pressing gentle kisses against your cheek and jawline as he watched you come undone against him, continuing his pace against your clit as he helped you ride out your climax, “You’re so fuckin’ tight.”

You felt your entire body convulse as your inner walls tightened around him in the after tremors of your release, chest heaving as you tried to remember to breathe. Testing the waters as you lifted yourself up from his cock slightly before easing yourself back down, trying to get more of his thick cock inside your quivering hole. You weren’t content with just half, you wanted and needed more.

“Fuck,” You whined as you shuffled on his lap, your palms splayed against his thick thighs as your fingernails dug into the skin, “Please-”

“You’re okay, sweetheart.” He murmured against your ear, pressing his lips against your cheek softly as your chest heaved from the juxtaposition of pain and pleasure, “You feel so good.”

Taishiro took a deep breath as he tried to ignore the throbbing sensation in his cock, desperately trying to prevent himself from coming too soon and ruining the moment, his jaw clenched as he moved his large palms to your hips, holding you steady as he felt you slowly sink down on his cock, taking more of him in.

“Look at you,” He murmured softly, feeling you begin to roll your hips against him in an attempt to soothe the pain and focus on the pleasure ebbing inside you, “Takin’ way more than half. How’s it feel, sweetheart?”

“Good.” You whined, using the grip on his thighs as leverage as you began to ease your body into a steady motion on his cock, every single inch of your insides full because of him, “So big-”

Your eyes flashed towards the full-sized mirror in front of you, the reflection giving you the perfect opportunity to see just how full you were. Taishiro’s girth stretched your tight heat out immensely. The thick base of his cock nowhere near close to being buried inside you, but you were determined to try. You wanted to conquer the challenge, as your hips shifted against him. The movement caused him to hiss behind you as his warm eyes met your gaze in your reflection, obviously enjoying the sight of you taking in his thick cock.

“I know, darlin’.” Taishiro placed a large palm against your abdomen, cursing under his breath when he felt the bulge he’d caused, “Can feel myself deep inside that tight little pussy.”

His words made your inner walls flutter around him, he was just so deep inside you. Every roll of your hips had his tip kissing your cervix, it was impossible for you to take any more of his length.

“You’re amazing.” He whispered, “Taking me so much better than anyone else.”

His praise made your toes curl as you threw your head back, gasping as you felt your inner walls clench around him, sweat sticking your thighs against his uncomfortably as you masked the pain you felt as your lips curved into a near-constant whine.

Your movements became sloppier as you selfishly searched for your own release, almost forgetting the cameras focused on your movements. One of the straps to your lingerie slipping down your shoulder as you began gyrating yourself against his lap, listening to the lewd moans you pulled from his lips as his fingers slid up your sides to pull the other strap of your lingerie down and expose both your shoulders. The material settling around your ribs as your breasts were exposed, spilling out from beneath the intricate lace. His hands immediately moved to cup the naked mounds as he hovered over them, feeling them bounce with each sensual thrust. Your back arching in pleasure as you tried to get him to touch you, your eyes focused on the way his large palms dwarfed your chest. Mewling as Taishiro began to tug your nipples between his thumb and forefinger, feeling the sensitive buds harden beneath his touch.

“You like that, yeah?” Taishiro pressed a chaste kiss against your shoulder, “Like me playin’ with these pretty tits?”

His voice did nothing but spur you on, your breath coming out as ragged pants as your cheeks flushed at the sound. Your eyes moving to focus on the lens of the camera as you let out another sinful whine, Taishiro’s hands were quick to grasp your hips as your body fell forward. Almost toppling off his lap as another intense orgasm surged through you.

“God damn, you look so fuckin’ pretty when you cum, sweetheart.” Taishiro stilled for a moment as he cherished the feeling of your inner walls clenching around him, trying to milk him for his release, “Makes me wanna steal one more from ya.”

“I can’t,” You keened, your toes curling and legs quivering as your walls pulsated around him, “S’too much.”

“I know you can, sweets. Kiri’s told me all about you.” He whispered against your ear. The thought of the two men talking about you like that made your cunt clench, a desire whirling inside you as Taishiro moved his thick fingers back to your puffy clit, “He told me how pretty ya look when ya cum, but I didn’t think you’d look this good.”

The sultry sound of his voice caused your inner walls to squeeze his cock, desperately trying to milk him of his release. Taishiro’s fingers toying with your clit as he worked you towards your release, whispering sinful words of encouragement in your ear as your movements became more erratic. Feeling him begin to rut his hips against yours as the lewd sound of skin slapping against skin filled the room, the audio caught on film as the camera continued to record your movements. His balls slapping against your thighs as he fucked himself into your tight body.

“Holy shit, darlin’. Look- open those pretty eyes for me-” Taishiro murmured, pearly tears clumping in your lashes as you opened your hazy eyes. Glancing towards the mirror to see that you’d managed to take his entire cock. Watching the way his length glistened in your arousal each time he lifted you off his cock, an intense euphoria rolling through your body as you felt harsh ripples roll through your body as your body willed you to cum. Dull shakes vibrating through you as Taishiro continued his pace beneath you, whispering words of encouragement against your ear as warm breath fanned your face.

“Where should I—” Taishiro trailed off, his voice strained as he tried to hold himself back from his release.

“Inside me, please.” The words flowed from your lips without thinking about the repercussions, your mind focused on the moment and the bliss you currently felt as he continued his sloppy thrusts inside you.

“W-what?” His hips stuttered as he tried to process your request, “Are you sure, sweetheart?”

“Please, Tai- Wanna feel you-” You cooed, grinding your hips against him.

The sound of your voice paired with how perfectly your tight cunt was clenching around him had Taishiro calling out your name with a grunt as he came inside you. Creamy white spurts of his release coating your insides as you cried out in pleasure, your toes curling as you felt full. Your body falling back against his large chest as he continued thrusting sloppily inside your convulsing walls, savouring the aftershocks of your release. His thick load gushing out of your core and dribbling down his length, spilling around his balls as your chests heaved, trying to regain your breath.

“Shit, sweets. You’re so full.” Taishiro’s large palms splayed on your abdomen as he felt the bulge from his release, the pressure against your body making you grind yourself against him, “I can fuckin’ see it-”

Your eyes followed his hands to see a slight bulge against your lower half, the sight making your cunt clench around his cock as you tried to milk him for even more of his release. This was a sight that you wanted to repeat over and over, a sight that had your clit throbbing between your thighs.

“Holy shit,” You whimpered when Taishiro eased you off his softening cock, which was still a size to contend with, your eyes catching your reflection in the mirror as you watched his release begin to seep out of you and dance down your thighs in messy lines. The belly bulge slowly disappeared as you moved from his lap.  Reaching up to the camera stand to pull your phone off it to get some close-up shots that you knew your fans would love. Spreading your legs to capture the intense gape that Taishiro’s cock had created, biting your lip as you watched more of his cum spill from your quivering walls, almost like the mixture was never-ending, “That was a lot-”

“Uh- yeah,” Taishiro scratched the back of his head, unable to take his gaze off his release trickling down your thighs, “I’m sorry about that, I can-”

“No, it’s fucking hot.” You groaned, your fingers stroking through the mixture as you stroked your fingers through your folds, wincing slightly at the dull throb against your stretched hole, “How was that for your first time, old man?”

You were teasing but you could still see the faint blush that covered his cheeks, his eyes immediately averting from your gaze.

“It showed me what I’d been missin’ out on.” You felt your chest flutter at his words, a sense of pride flowing through you that you’d been the one to make him feel like that.

You grabbed one of the towels that you’d left on your vanity, throwing it over to him to clean up. Unable to take your eyes off his cock that was still oozing with the last of his release. Instinctively licking your lips at the sight as you picked up a towel of your own, gently running it between your slick thighs as you stopped the mixture from trickling any lower down your legs.

“So what happens now?” Taishiro watched as you cleaned yourself, tugging his boxers and trousers back up over his softening cock as he buttoned the fly.

“Well I need to replay the video to make sure we got enough content to upload it, but I’m sure we did.” You gave Taishiro a shy smile, feeling your cheeks heat up under his comforting gaze.

Your fingers tapped against the screen to bring the video back up, intending to quickly scroll through to see if there were any parts that didn’t come out that you may need to quickly reshoot or edit before you cleaned yourself up.

“I think this might become my most popular video,” You mused, quickly scrolling through the frames of the footage you’d just recorded, smiling at how big Taishiro looked against you. Glancing over at the man as you gave him a suggestive smirk, “I don’t think Kiri will be too pleased about that.”

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Intoxicating(Sero x F!Reader)

Genre- fluff, friends to lovers, smut (mostly smut but with storyline)

Word count: 4250

Warnings- drug use, shotgunning, fingering, penetrative sex, praise kink, stoner hanta, hand fetish, mutual pining, sero being a gentleman, size kink?

Notes- This is my first fan fiction so I’m sorry if it’s bad, please enjoy! This was  inspired by High Enough by K.Flay https://open.spotify.com/track/1qwno7xb5mJe71xtMS6jl2?si=-5ErHlgtTo-WD_SHyGL6uw  

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“Are you on your way yet?” Mina spoke over the phone, pressuring you into coming to a hangout for once. You had missed all of the bakusquad meetups for a week and Mina was tired of being the only girl there.

“Minaaaaa, it’s awkward. I can't face Sero and the rest of them after I confessed to him” you spoke shyly.

“Y/N, you were drunk, He was drunk. We were all drunk. I don't think he even remembers it, I barely even remember that night.” she said convincingly. It was likely that Mina didn't remember it, she was a lightweight after all. 

“Even if he doesn't remember, I do. And I can't do it.” you spoke, holding your ground.

“You haven't shown up for a week. If you don't come tonight I’ll tell Sero what happened so it won't even matter if he remembers. Be there at 7, it’s movie night.” Before you could answer Mina hung up the phone.

“Mina wait-” you spoke hurriedly. Shit, Now you actually had to show up. And worst of all the movie was at Sero’s house tonight. Despite not going to see any of your friends this week, you had the group's schedule memorized and knew where the bunch would be tonight. Sighing, you got out of bed and checked the clock, 5:04, I’ll hop in the shower and have a light dinner before I go over, You thought to yourself before walking over to the bathroom and hopping in the shower, closing the glass door. You looked in the mirror through the door watching as the hot water poured over your bare skin. If Sero does remember, would he even return my feelings?

You pulled up to Sero’s apartment complex, fresh damp (H/C) hair and PJs on. It was already 7:15 and you were basically running up the stairs to ensure that Mina wouldn't do anything stupid. You barged in the door and five pairs of eyes turned to look at you as your chest heaved, soft black shorts ridden up your thighs, cream-colored tank top straps falling off of your shoulders and a dark green oversized zip up hoodie barely hanging on your arms. It was mid-summer so you had dressed lightly, Sero’s small apartment didn't have very good ventilation and having five extra bodies sure didn't help.

 As you calmed down, walking into the room you scanned your friends for shocked looks or anything that would point towards the fact that Mina had spilled. You saw nothing out of the ordinary, Sero and Denki were standing by the counter, rolling joints. Bakugou and Kirishima chatting calmly, which was out of the ordinary for the usually enraged blonde. Mina was looking at you, seeming relived and happy. Sero stared at you extra long after everyone acknowledged your presence. You looked beautiful. Cheeks red and flushed from the running, (H/C) hair messy and disheveled, (E/C) eyes boring into him. Oh shit you were looking at him. He quickly looked away and continued where he was before, clearing his mind of the way you had looked at him. Trying to focus oh his joint, rolling it carefully between his thin and long fingers Denki spoke 

“Real smooth bro, what was that look about? Is she mad at you or something?”

“I have no idea, I don't remember at least.” Sero returned, still confused.

“Weird,” Denki mumbled, lighting his joint and walking over to the couch plopping himself down in between Mina and Kirishima. Sero walked over to his hammock, the joint in his hand looked incredibly small, carefully placed between his fingers as he took a drag, light gray filling the space around his head. As he sat down, swinging a little you looked around and noticed there were no more seats. You had always known Sero’s apartment was small but with the tension in the air it felt ten times smaller. Having the old brown leather couch covered in Sero’s tape from rips being filled by Mina, Denki, Kirishima and Bakugou, you opted to sit on the floor. 

“Wait wait wait, (Y/N) you don't have to do that, come sit in the hammock with me.” Sero spoke, smoke billowing out of his lips. You clenched around nothing and your heart beat frantically. You had always thought Sero was so attractive, but when he smokes? Don't get me started, he was like another person. 

“You sure?” you asked. “I don't want to invade your space and I’m really fine with the floor.” 

“I’m sure, you're my guest and my friend. Don't be stupid.” Sero said flatly. He was confident in his answer and he knew he had done the right thing when you started walking over, slowly climbing into his hammock. Swinging back and fourth he got a nice view, his lazy dark eyes settling on your ass, shorts riding up as you stretched over the lanky man. You scooted around and settled between his legs, there wasn't really anywhere else to go. 

Turning around, you looked him in the eye as if to ask if where you were sitting was okay. He looked back at you, his signature smile settling on his face, he took a quick puff from the shortening joint in his hand and blew it into your face. You coughed, waving the smoke away as your eyes started to water. You punched Sero in the arm turning back around and looking at the TV. You felt him chuckle, sending vibrations through your body. Your heart thrummed and you squeezed your thighs together. 

Sero laid back, pulling you to his chest. The smell of citrus, sage, and weed filled your nose. As you lay there feeling more comfortable than you had been in weeks, you couldn't help but wonder if Sero had heard your confession the other day. You pointed your eyes towards the screen avoiding Mina’s prodding gaze as she clicked the play button. 

You settled back into Sero’s chest and you could feel yourself drifting asleep. The up and down of his chest, the warmth of his body, his overwhelming smell, the soft cotton of his flannel, all mixed with the sounds from the TV and Sero’s occasional laughs sending soft jolts of excitement and nervousness through your body all lulling you to sleep. Before you knew it, you were out cold and flipped over, hugged into Sero’s chest, your breath tickling his neck. He couldn’t help but feel excited. He had had a crush on you since high school and here you were, your soft breasts pressed up against him, legs entangled with his while your now dry hair brushed his nose.

The movie ended and everyone slowly shuffled out. It was now 10pm and you were dead asleep, now slightly drooling on the black haired man’s shirt. Oh man, how he wanted to tilt up your face and kiss you. Your soft pink lips were right in front of him. But he knew he couldn't. There was no way you felt that way about him. “You're so beautiful” he whispered into the top of your head, nuzzling his face in your hair and smelling your shampoo before scooting up into a sitting position and carefully wrapping his arms around you as to not wake you. He carried you to his room, his strength had always been startling despite his fairly lean build. He set you on the bed in a mound of pillows, throwing a light blanket over you. As he detached his arms from you, you mumbled “mmm Hanta don't leave, you smell so good.” His breath hitched. He knew you were asleep and probably had a second hand high but he couldn't help himself. He kissed your forehead and retreated to his shower, intent on reliving his now growing issue.

You wake up, feeling a little fuzzy but well rested in a mound of pillows. You could hear the shower running in an adjacent room, through the wooden door to your left. You didn't recognize where you were but you could assume it was Sero’s room. You had never been in here before, looking around it wasn't anything like you had imagined for years on end. There were red LED lights and twinkly fairy lights around the ceiling, circling the room in a soft haze. Band posters littered the walls and there was a mandala tapestry behind the bed. The floor was hard wood, like the rest of his house, but in here, it felt different. Everything was more comforting, Sero was comforting. Sitting up and realizing what bed you were in, you immediately laid back down and enjoyed the softness of his pillows. His usual citrus and sage scent enveloping the room, this was your heaven. 

You sat back up as you heard the shower turn off, the bathroom light flickered out as the door opened, Sero exiting. He looked delicious. His wet black hair clung to his neck, one of his long pale arms reaching up with a towel to dry it. Sweat shorts and a baggy t-shirt, water dripping off of him. You still felt a little dazed, you almost pounced on him except for the small amount of self control that you still had in you. He walked over to the bed and grabbed your chin, you heart halted. “How are you feeling? Still tired?” He asked, tilting your head from side to side in his enormous hands, checking your physical wellbeing. 

“I-I’m fine Hanta, let go of me” you mumbled, embarrassed by how red you had gotten. You hoped it would be drowned out by the lighting. 

It was not unusual for you guys to call each other by your first names, you had been best friends since high school and now you were in college, aspiring heroes. Still, whenever his first name came out of your lips, he was done for. The way you looked right now, clothes strewn and hair progressively getting messier over the night, your foggy mindset obvious in the way you slurred out your words. He wanted to know if he could make it worse, if he could wreck you beyond recognition. He wanted you, messy, broken, calling his name like it was the only word you knew. Letting go of your face, he slowly traced his fingers down your jaw. He sighed, reaching into his beside table, pulling out his stash. 

He sat down on the bed across from you and started rolling his second joint of the night. You didn't see it well before, so you paid attention now. It was his art, every small movement of his digits and the rolling of the paper, it was obvious he had been doing this for years. Ever since you guys reached legal age, him and Kaminari had become stoners. Sero was dedicated to it, but Denki just kinda did it when he felt like it. No matter how often you had seen Sero do this, pinching the smoke between his large fingers, the small paper roll making his already large hands look gigantic, you would never get used to it. You had memorized everything about this man, especially including his hands. His slender palm rising from his even skinnier and boney wrist, long and rough fingers, scars here and there. The tendons in the back of his hand, emerging when he moved, light purple veins tracing his whole upper arm. The placement of his knuckles, his chipped black nail polish topping everything off. You had long imagined these hands being inside of you. Looking at him bring his right slowly to his face, moving his fingers accordingly to take a drag, you wanted them. You wanted to reach out and touch them, trace them, feel them, praise them.

He looked up at you, half lidded with his lazy eyes, “Wanna hit?” he asked, noticing your lingering gaze.

“Yes” you agreed, reaching out before you knew was was happening, desperate for skin on skin contact with him. 

“Woah woah woah, wait, did you say yes? You've never done this before, are you sure? I don't mind sharing but I was only joking” he said rushed, suddenly more awake from your shocking statement.

“No, I wanna try it, I’ve wanted to for a while” you said, your eyes looking into his to convey your seriousness. He looked you over, and handed you the joint. The tightly rolled cylinder looked so much larger in your hands, were his really that big? You brought the joint up to your lips, closing them where Sero’s had just been. You took a drag and he watched in amazement before you started coughing wildly. Concerned, he quickly moved closer to you, patting your back and rubbing small circles, taking the joint back from your shaking hand.

 “Oh my god- I’m so sorry I forgot it would be hard for you at first, let me bring you some water” he mumbled, getting up from his seat next to you. You grabbed his arm before he could leave, dragging him back towards to you. “I’m not thirsty, I wanna try again” you said defiantly. He looked back at you, concern now covering his previously laid back and calm face. 

“Okay.. “ he started hesitantly. “well if you wanna try it again can I help you? There's an easier way for beginners. Ever heard of shotgunning?” You shook your head, looking up at him confused. He sat back down on his bed, this time closer than he ever was. He took a long drag from his joint and lightly grabbed your face, his grip gentle on your soft skin. He looked you in the eyes, searching for uncertainty or hesitation but couldn't see any. Instead, your eyes were dark, an emotion he couldn't quite place. 

He brought your face close to his and pushing your lips open with his finger, your breath hitched. God did he love seeing you like this. He closed the gap, opening his mouth to yours, the smoke entering you. You inhaled it, you inhaled everything about him you possibly could. Slowly, and regretfully, he pulled away. “Just like that, basically I just transfer smoke to you so you don't have to take it directly since otherwise it can be pretty harsh.” he said, mesmerized in the way you looked at him with wonder. 

“I don't feel anything” you mumbled childishly. 

He chuckled at your confusion “It takes a second, tell me how you feel in 10 minutes.”

“I want to do it again, I want to kiss you.” you whispered softly, peeking up at him through your lashes.

Shocked, Sero leaned back “Y-you what? (Y/N) are you okay? was the smoke too much?” he asked frantically, confused by your sudden confession. 

“Hanta, I feel fine” You assured him. “You're telling me you don't remember what happened last time?”

“Last time? What do you mean? Oh shit did I do something when we went out? (Y/N) I'm so sorry is that why you've been avoiding us?” he asked.

“No, you didn't do anything, I did.” He looked bewildered so you continued “We all got really drunk and I told you I loved you.” Sero stopped moving, his panicked fidgeting coming to halt. “Did you mean it?” he questioned, his voice deeper than before. “Mean what? Oh, yeah-” Before you could finish your sentence he was on top of you, his mouth on yours as he slowly pushed your frame back onto his bed. “I love you too” he mumbled against your lips, resuming his attack on your face. You were flustered but kissed back. There was no time to question it, both of you were high and needy, years of longing built up. 

He sat back and looked you in the eye “I know I’m not exactly sober but I want you to know that I mean every word of what I’m about to say. You’re absolutely intoxicating, you leave me feeling higher and happier than weed ever could. You are the drug that I need to survive.”

“Hanta, I only have eyes for you. It's always been you.” You stated, your heart bloomed at his confession. He looked you in the eye, studying you, confirming to himself that what you were saying was true. Sero had never been very confident of himself, he was always seen as average and you were the most beautiful and kind girl he knew. By the look on his face you could tell he accepted what you said.

Diving back into you, his hands met your body, dragging, pinching and squeezing everything within his grasp. It was everything you imagined. His body heat melting into you but his fingers still had a cool touch to them. He traveled your body, memorizing it and making a map in his mind. His nimble fingers slipped under your shirt, smothering you. He felt your smooth skin as his hands went up and down on your waist and hips. He lowered himself, pushing his rock hard length against your shorts, slowing grinding into you, finding friction. “mmm Hanta, you feel happy.” you mumbled into his ear, nibbling on it as your hand traveled down to his sweats. He groaned in your ear, rutting against your hand, desperate for your touch.

Suddenly he pulled back and looked at you. His already dark eyes were darker and clouded with lust. A light pink dusted his face. “you're absolutely beautiful” he stated, absolutely confident in his words. “Hanta, you're just high” you whined, never having been good at taking compliments. He was on you again, pulling your shirt up, glancing at you before doing anything to make sure it was okay. He ran his hands up your chest, gently cupping your breasts. “No I really mean it... I’ve loved you for years... And not just for your body” He said in-between kisses, his lips were soft against yours. Slowly his head moved down, pressing open-mouthed kisses into your jawline and collarbones, sure to leave marks. You moaned quietly and he bit down, surprising you and causing louder sounds to erupt from your chest. Your whole body was throbbing. “Don't be quiet, I wanna hear the sounds you make pretty girl” he growled into your shoulder. The nickname made your core throb. You wanted him so badly.

You pulled off his shirt, running your hands over his chest, admiring his lean muscular build. The man looked like a god. His skin was clear and glistening from his shower, his body dwarfing yours in sheer height. He had already been tall in high school but now he towered over all of his friends. His hands slowly unclipped your bra, pressing soft kisses on them. His tongue swirled around one of your already hard nipples, his fingers pinching and playing with the other. Switching breasts, he moved his available hand down to your shorts to pull them down. Realizing this was harder than he thought, he detached his mouth from you with a wet pop. He used both hands to pull down your shorts, looking at you adoringly. 

His hands traced the outline of your panties, and then palming your mound. You moaned and arched your back towards him, in desperate need of relieving all of this tension. “Hey pretty girl, we’ll get there, slow down” he chuckled. Your eyes popped open and glared at him. “Hanta, I need you. Now.” 

His breath hitched at your bold statement. He yanked your panties down quickly, surprising you and getting a gasp from you. He grinned as a string of arousal connected your now disposed panties to your exposed core. It glistened with wetness, you had been waiting so long for this moment. Sero couldn't tear his eyes off of it, slowly he reached out his large hand, sliding a finger over your slit and then softly stroking your folds. “Is this all for me sweet girl? You're too kind.”

 You arched your back, done with his teasing. Before you could even complain he stuck a finger inside, your velvety walls wrapping around him. You needed more. He could tell by your face, years of observing you closely now coming in handy. He stuck in another digit, pumping them in and out slowly as his thumb reached up to circle your clit. You let out a long whine, music to his ears. At that he went faster, still watching you closely. The way you stopped breathing when he hit one spot, he knew he had found it. Focusing all of his energy on that spot, going quicker and harder. He simultaneously hit your g-spot and rubbed your clit, getting you unraveling under him faster than any man ever had. He guided you through your high, slowing down and eventually pulling out his fingers, leaving your thighs shaking and your cunt clenching around nothing. 

He observed his slick coated fingers and licked them clean. You stared at him in shock, baffled at his actions. “mmm (Y/N) you taste so sweet, I’ll have to explore that another time though” He groaned, palming his painful erection. You swiftly pulled down his sweat shorts and boxers in one motion, his cock springing up against his stomach. You had never really thought that dicks were pretty, but everything about Sero was beautiful so you weren't surprised. 

He had average girth, but an amazing length. He had a few prominent veins that you traced, leaving him shuddering at your touch. His slight left curve looked delicious. You moved your hand towards the head, red and glistening as you traced a finger over his slit, dripping with pre-cum. You tried to wrap your hand around his base, but your fingertips barely touched on the other side. You did a few experimental pumps, you were afraid that even with your preparation it might be too much for you to take. You bent your head down, swirling your tongue on the tip, giving small kitten licks. He tasted salty, but better than other men. You weren't surprised about that, you knew he took good care of himself. You ran your tongue along the bottom, dragging it slowly and tracing all of the bumps and ridges.

He couldn't take it anymore. He pushed you back onto the bed, grinding himself against you, using his small amount of restraint to not push into you there and then. “Condom?” he asked desperately, looking around. “Don't need one, I'm on birth control” you spoke softly, hushing him with gentle kisses. He sighed contentedly at your response. He ran the head up and down your slit, getting ready to line himself up with your small hole. Your kisses crept up towards the side of his face, you licked a strip up his jaw and whispered directly against his ear, warm breath fanning his neck, “Plus, I want to feel you when you're inside me” you blew lightly on his ear and giggled. He didn't think it was funny. 

Before you could say anything he lined himself up with you and pushed inside in one motion. Your walls hugged him in all the right places.The stretch burned but when he leaned down to say “So tight. You're so good for me, taking all of my cock like a good girl” all the pain faded into pleasure. As he mumbled praises int your skin, he rutted into you, his previously gentle motions now rough and fast. Want, need and lust filled the room. The smell of weed fading, covered by the smell of sex and your overwhelmed sense of mind. “Hanta, you feel so good inside me” you groaned. This seemed to spur him on, he went faster, if at all possible, attaching his thumb to your clit and rubbing harshly without hurting you. He could feel you clenching around him and he knew you were close. He was barely hanging on.

“Where should I-” 

“Inside. Come inside me. Please” you cut him off, begging.

With a few final strokes you spasmed around him, and as you fell down from your high, he chased his own. Whispering your name over and over like he was praying, he spilled his seed inside you, white thickness covering your insides and dripping out onto your violently shaking thighs. “Oh, my god. That was amazing. You're amazing.” Sero ranted. You smiled brightly at him, too tired to move and your voice a little hoarse from all your whining. 

The black haired boy got up and went to his bathroom. He returned with a warm washcloth and a cup of water. You sipped on the room temperature water while Sero cleaned you up. He always treated you so well, even when you were just friends. He grabbed one of his clean t-shirts and a pair of boxers, helping you get dressed. Sitting up, you faced him while he beamed down at you. 

“How are you feeling?” Sero asked, genuinely concerned for your well-being.

“I’m good, it felt good.” you hummed contentedly. 

“What does this mean for us? Are we gonna tell the rest of the guys that we are dating? That is only if you want to date of course, I wouldn't want to pressure you into anything” Sero mumbled, saddened by his own assumptions.

“Is this your way of asking me to be your girlfriend?” you grinned.

“Depends, are you saying yes?” Sero smiled back, your positive reaction upping his mood. You answered his question by pressing a chaste kiss to his lips. “Yes, always.”

[bangtancentricsblog]

》 Unbeknownst to Jungkook, there is a rise in popularity for a particular human holiday, one of which leaves him blindsided and scrambling to find the absolute perfect gift for his one and only. They say food is the quickest way to a man’s heart but no one ever said it didn't work on women.

❒ pairing: jeon jungkook x reader

❒ genre: fluff, established relationship, a dash of angst, and a pinch of smut

❒ alternative universe: fantasy, college/university, werewolf, witch,

❒ rating: 18+

❒ word count: 12.4 k+

warnings/disclosures: werewolf Jungkook, witch MC, kinda tsundere mc, cat shifters Yoongi and Yoonji, Fairy Jimin, Siren Taehyung, MC is on the bigger side!, Merman Seokjin, Elf Hoseok, Vampire Namjoon, friendly fondling from yoonji, heteroflexible/bicurious yoonji, boob talk, mc is not good at cooking, misunderstanding on jungkook’s part, baking mishaps, frazzled jungkook, not so helpful/helpful yoongi, half-hearted frenemies Jungkook and Yoonji, Jungkook cries a little, yoonji jumping to conclusion, sense8 references, harry potter references, killing eve reference, way too many allusions to sex, jungkook isn't a good at baking, always reliable Seokjinnie, chubby POC Bunny shifter OC, whiney JK and MC, ‘rich’ jungkook, not edited i tried to i really did, taste testers Jimin and Taehyung, SMUT is at the end, bad smut at the end, food play (mostly them getting turned on by feeding each other), fingering (ew why do we call it that? Finger blast sounds better lmao), cock warming-ish, tiny hints of a size kink, grinding, soft fuck, soft spanking, sappy endings

❀ this is part of the bangtan pastries valentine collab hosted by the lovely @suhdays, who also made my lovely banner 💖 make sure to check out the other fics as well, they’re amazing as are the other authors and please excuse any incoherent inconsistencies or misspelling as this fic was written over a many days and long hours ❀

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His nose is cold, a weird thing to think about when a werewolf's body temperature literally runs higher than every other species. There’s a chill racing up his spine as he shivers reaching a lazy arm across the bed in search of your warmth only to come up empty. Jungkook finally cracks an eye open, pushing himself into a sitting position to see if you really are missing or you’ve only scooted to the very edge of the bed to escape his scalding body temperature. Though to his displeasure you are in fact missing, he’s running his hand through his hair and taking a deep breath before scrunching his feature. His nose is still cold, so he can't smell much, can only feel the slight sting of the frigid air as he breathes it in.

He hates the winter, all he can ever smell is the damp ground and the cold of the air. Funnily enough most werewolves loved winter since it gave them a break from their heightened senses, not Jungkook though, he couldn't stand not being able to smell you on his bed, in your house, on him. Your shared bedroom is extra chilly this morning raising goosebumps along his exposed skin, he’s tired, not having gotten enough sleep from the long night of studying he’d done the night before.

You’re a naturally early riser so he knows why you’re up, Jungkook however isn't exactly a morning person, never has been, especially on the weekend when neither of you have anywhere to be. He’s groggy as he pads down the hallway, a yawn stretching his mouth wide, another shiver wracking his body the closer he gets to the back of the house, it’s always been chillier there, it’s downright brutal in the winter time.

He isn't surprised when he finally comes to stand in the doorframe of the sunroom watching your figure drop what he’s pretty sure is mugwort in the bubbling cauldron. There’s this sense of domesticity watching you work, a luxury he couldn't afford as the two of you grew up. He can almost vividly remember the ugly way you’d scowl at him when he’d plop down in front of you brandishing scraped up hands or knees. A soft almost unkind reminder that he should be more careful and that next time he came in you wouldn't treat his wounds. He remembers thinking you didn't like him, maybe even hated him, so after a while (more like into his teenage years) he just stopped showing up. So you would imagine his surprise when you’d finally cornered him after his abrupt disappearance. His lips tug upward at the memory of you clumsily confessing your feelings to him before running off, never giving him a chance to properly convey his own feelings.

It’s weird for Jungkook to think that he’d almost let you slip through his fingers, his dumb teenage werewolf hormones had told him to just let you be. That you weren’t even one of his kind, so you wouldn't be worth it. He’d been so close to letting you get away, so close to letting you leave the pack when he’d taken his precious time working through his natural instincts (at least the ones he had then). How he’d almost brushed off your confession because there was no way cold, stoic you liked him. Impossible he’d thought, and then a week after he’d overheard your parents asking permission for you to attend a school away from pack lands. Away from the pack, away from your family, and away from him. The very thought twisted his stomach unpleasantly, making him nauseous as he thought of everyday life without you.

It was then that he knew he couldn’t let that happen, something about you leaving didn't sit well in his being. He couldn’t describe it then, after all a sixteen year old only understood the bare minimum of love and life and he knew even less than that. Somewhere in his mind rushing to your house at that moment had made sense, more sense than anything had in the short amount of time he’d had to process the information. He probably should’ve knocked before rushing into your house, maybe also knocked instead of flinging your room door open the way he had. The grin he wears grows wider as he recalls what he’d seen all those years ago. The rest is history, at least the embarrassing parts that he refuses to acknowledge. He doesn’t regret the way your relationship had started, especially not after almost seven years of dating. Hell, he considers himself lucky that you even stuck around this long because truth be told Jungkook could be a handful, like now for example.

“Is that my sweater?” he asks, watching amusedly as you jump nearly spilling an entire vial of pixie dust. Your hand has gone to your chest to calm your racing heart as it beats harshly against your ribs, scowling as you think of how you hated that he was so light on his feet.

“I couldn't find an apron, and it’s cold.” you say rubbing at your nose with sweater pawed hands before sprinkling some of the pixie dust into the cauldron.

“Y’know I don't like when you brew in my clothes, the smell sticks for too long.” he sniffs, still only feeling the cold sting of the air.

“I know.” you mutter not once glancing in his direction, only reaching out to take a jar of snake venom from the array of ingredients lining the counter space beside you.

“What are you making anyways and on a Saturday?”

“Vitality potion, for extra credit.” he hums to himself content with just watching you finish up your work which really doesn't take long. You add a few drops of mint sighing contentedly while you put out the fire with a simple incantation. Jungkook watches as you rub at your eyes and easily close the distance between you, your arms wrap around his waist as you nuzzle into his chest relishing in his warmth. A muffled ‘m’tired’ slipping past your lips and tickling his chest where they press to his skin. He hums his reply, hands slipping down your sides pulling soft sighs from you as he slips them under the hem of your hoodie to press chilled hands to your warm hips.

You squeal, trying in vain to wriggle away from him as he muffles his laugh in your neck. He’s quick to pull your body close, before lifting you over his shoulder, hands gripping the soft flesh of your thighs to keep you steady. Your giggles are almost manic as you laugh all the way to the bedroom where he proceeds to take full advantage of this early Saturday morning.

*

Monday morning comes way too soon, and you’re once again seated at a table of your favorite on campus cafe. Though much like always Jungkook is being clingy, scenting your neck while you kill some time before your first class. The frappe you ordered sits untouched, the slush goodness melting into a mess of almost coffee flavored water. It’s a waste of money if you don't drink it now, although you’re also sure Jungkook will polish it off should you leave it be.

“Please stop making people uncomfortable.” you sigh, pressing a palm to his face to push him away before he can bury it back in your neck.

“I’m not making people uncomfortable.” he says with a confused furrow of his brow as he casts a glance around the cafe to catch these so called uncomfortable people. He doesn't see anyone other than a couple of baristas who refuse to make eye contact even with the way his gaze is burning holes into the side of their heads. You don't look the slightest bit amused as you narrow your eyes at him, waiting a beat then two only to realize he really doesn't know. Your heart skips a beat, ‘stupid heart’ you think as it continues to do so the longer he remains oblivious. It’s moments like this that make you think that being with Jungkook is like having a big dumb dog, except you absolutely adore the shit out of him, amongst other things.

He quirks his head the slightest as your brows pinch further together the longer you stare at him, further reminding you of his canine counterpart. There’s this flutter in your tummy, the butterflies that have long since taken residence awaken fluttering about and fanning a flame that is slowly growing, traveling to your face and warming your cheeks. Stupid heart, stupid butterlies, stupid Jungkook and his big stupid beautiful eyes, you curse mentally finally ripping your gaze away from his. It’s all a little too much, so your best course of action is going to class early, you decide standing and making to leave only for his grip on your hand to tighten, one that you had forgotten about.

“Gimme a kiss.” he says around a smirk, it heats your cheeks further as you work to calm the rapid beat of your stupid heart as it bangs against your ribs. You’re almost expecting for your chest to burst open or your heart to spontaneously combust. Luckily neither of those happen as Jungkook leans in close pressing a soft peck to your lips before moving to deepen it. He’s gentle in coaxing your lips apart, much better than your first kiss, taking his time tasting you as he always does...at first. He’s squeezing one of your tight clad thighs in his big hands, a sigh almost slipping past your lips as the warmth of his palm sinks through the material. You pull away abruptly, eyelids fluttering before blinking a few times to clear the sudden haze that clouds your vision. Next to you Jungkook is whining trying his hardest to pull you back in for another kiss, that sly dog.

“I’ll see you later.” you say pressing one last barely there kiss to the corner of his mouth, almost tripping over the threshold on your way out. His gaze follows your figure until you turn the corner disappearing from his sight. He sighs heavily, it’s laced with undertones of fatigue as he reaches for your unfinished frappe.

“You guys are gross.” Yoongi breathes, taking a seat opposite Jungkook. Jimin takes your seat, as Taehyung and Hoseok follow. Hoseok takes the empty seat beside Yoongi while Taehyung pulls up a chair from a neighboring table.

“You’re just jealous my girlfriend is hotter than yours.”

“Sure kid, you go ahead and believe that.” he almost sneers.

“Why are you here so early?” Jimin asks steering the conversation away from girlfriends for now. He’s yawning suddenly, reminded of how little sleep he’s gotten today, school was the worst.

“I came with ____, can’t have her coming all alone y’know.”

“Isn't your first class at the same time as her last?” Yoongi chimes in before asking Taehyung to get him an Americano as the younger man walks over to the counter.

“Yeah, and what?” he sniffs a little defensively.

“It was just a question.” Yoongi deadpans.

“Don’t you and your satan spawn of a twin share all your classes with ____?”

“No, we have classes together Tuesdays through thursdays.” he supplies easily, leaning back in the chair.

“Why not all week?” Hoseok asks in a tone filled with genuine curiosity.

“Monday and Fridays are the hardest days to get out of bed, duh.” he says almost matter of factly and they have to agree with Yoongi on this one. Monday is truly the worst day of the week, though it's now that Jungkook notices the absence of the previously mentioned satan’s spawn. He almost bristles, thinking that Yoonji might be out there somewhere harassing his sweet little girlfriend.

*

You scream, startled by the sudden weight that presses itself to you, a giggle like purr filling your ears before you relax. Yoonji’s hair brushes your cheeks softly, her arms wrapping around your frame and you squeak at the feel of her hand cupping your chest through the hoodie you wear. It’s a usual occurrence, though no less embarrassing as she continues to snuggle closer to you.

“Did your boobs get bigger?” she asks nose nudging against the soft pudge of your cheek, you know she’s scenting you, her way of messing with Jungkook later when she can’t physically be there.

“No, please stop.” you sigh, feeling a gentle squeeze followed by a soft breathy moan, heat erupting across your cheeks in embarrassment. She snickers giving your ample chest one last squeeze before finally moving away. She falls in step with you, walking along the path, snow crunching underfoot before moving to speak again.

“I’ve been meaning to ask, what exactly do you like about Jungkook? I mean sure he’s great, not really, and all but really what is it? Is it his dick game because other than you I don't really think he’s ever been with anyone else.” She asks stuffing her hands in her coat pockets to stave off the slight chill that has zapped all the warmth from her fingers. There’s a brief pause in her thoughts as she wonders if Jungkook uses your impressive rack as the natural hand warmers they are, the lucky bastard she thinks with a scowl.

“I don't know, all of him.”

“That’s too vague an answer, like if I were to ask him what do you think he’d say he likes about you?”

“That I’m just so cute.” you answer almost immediately hands cupping your cheeks as if to further prove that you are in fact cute. The scrunch to her nose is adorable, squishing her already delicate features, as you smile softly at her and she shrugs her shoulders.

“Not that cute, but to each their own I guess. I’ll see you later yeah?” she asks, turning on her heel to walk in the direction you had just come from.

“I’ll be there.” You call after her watching as she raises a single hand to show you she’d heard you.

*

Yoonji is sliding onto Hoseok’s lap with all the grace of the satan spawn she is, easily wrapping a single arm around his neck and taking a sip from your abandoned frappe. She hums around the straw gaze trained on Jungkook’s bewildered expression, it brings her immense pleasure to see him so distressed.

“Why are you here and what do you think you’re doing?” Jungkook asks, snatching the drink back.

“It was only a sip you’re overacting, besides it’s mostly water now anyways.” She scoffs feeling Hoseok wrap his arms tighter around her waist pulling her closer to him.

“You don’t understand, now my poor ____ has indirectly kissed you. She’s been tainted by your nasty germs, Hobi do something!” Jungkook whines cheeks flushing an unhealthy shade of red, it’s almost endearing how childlike that is of him.

“I don’t think I can do anything, since it’s already happened.” He replies easily long since used to antics and strange rivalry between his girlfriend and Jungkook. Yoonji licks her lips mischievously snickering before shooting a somewhat sultry gaze at Jungkook.

“Hmm, can I ask you something Junglebook?” she says.

“No, in fact I would very much enjoy it if you never spoke again. Yoongi how did the two of you share a womb?”

“I don't know, it just happened, what were you saying Yoonji?”

“It’s not my fault you prefer the fossil over there over me. I’m literally amazing, anyways what do you like about ____?” she asks, ignoring Yoongi’s muttering and the somewhat awkward silence that has settled over the table. Jungkook to his credit doesn't blow this out of proportion as he usually does, so she watches as he sits quietly hands wrapped around the cup. This time there’s a slow flush of color flooding his cheeks, it’s kind of cute in a weird ugly kind of way. It’s not like she found Jungkook particularly attractive, but she guesses she could, maybe if the boy next door was her type.

“I don’t know, she’s just really cute, she looks tiny compared to me, and I don't know, all of her?” the flush has spread to his neck and ears, a look she has to say she’s never witnessed before. Again cute in a gag her romcom kind of way, she would be sick if you hadn't already prepared her for his answer. She still fakes a gag either way destroying the warm bubble he’d created with all his mushy sappy feelings.

“You’re so lame, no wonder you didn't have friends in high school.” she laughs before planting a kiss to Hoseok’s cheek.

“You guys were my friends in high school.” he says, brows pinched together an ugly glare directed at Yoonji who has begun ignoring everyone, so that she can whisper to Hoseok.

“Ignoring Satan and the literal walking ball of sun, what are you doing for Valentine’s day?” Yoongi asks, sounding mildly irritated at the topic he himself has brought up.

“That’s like two weeks away, what does it have to do with us singles?” Jimin laughs resting his chin in an open palm.

“That doesn’t mean you can’t have plans.”

“Valentine’s day is for girls, and again I’m single what would that do?”

“What are you doing for Valentines day Jungkook?” Yoongi asks, turning his gaze to Jungkook who has sat silently from the start. The expression he wears is of confusion, brows pinched as if he were sitting in on a pack meeting full of boomers that didn't understand the world of today.

“Jungkook?” Jimin says catching Jungkook’s attention.

“What is that?” he asks timidly, again silence settles over the group all of them wearing a different expression. It’s broken by Yoonji who literally looks like the cat who ate the canary, it’s truly disgusting and he wishes he never has to see it again.

“Are you serious, you don't know what Valentine’s day is.” she snickers, a little too happily for Jungkook who remains just as confused as he had been before.

"Your girlfriend is human." Jimin says just as unhelpful.

"She's a witch, not a human." he reminds them.

“Witch still lands on the human side of the spectrum.” The conversation is going in circles, he thinks feeling irritation creep into him at the way they all continue to discuss your race.

“Can we please keep this conversation moving? What is Valentines day?” he asks, letting just a tiny bit of irritation seep into his tone.

“It’s a human holiday, made for couples to celebrate love.” Taehyung says, adding to the conversation for the first time this morning and suddenly reminding everyone of his presence. He shrugs off their stare, instead gathering his things and leaving them just as easily as he had joined the conversation.

“Why is a human holiday so important all of a sudden? It isn’t anything like the summer solstice right?” Yoonji looks more and more amused the longer they stay on the topic, lips curling upward into a smile that is both haunting and sort of breathtaking in a sinister steal your soul kind of way. He shivers, deciding then that he’ll pray to the moon goddess for Hoseok’s sanity.

“God you really are out of the loop, poor doggy.” Yoonji laughs sliding into the vacant chair but making sure it’s pressed as close to Hoseok as possible.

“Hoseok, please.” Jungkook breathes, maybe it’s the fatigue that is allowing Yoonji to annoy him quicker than usual or maybe she’s just testing his patience more than usual. Either way he’s distracted by Jimin clearing his throat, always playing the peacekeeper.

“You’re right, it isn't like the summer solstice but for some reason the girls like it. I think humans traditionally give chocolate, small gifts, or do other romantic couple things. This is usually the day most people confess feelings to someone, it’s actually really popular nowadays. I think even my parents celebrate valentine's day.” Jimin says the last bit more to himself than to the others.

“Wait, so do you guys give girls chocolate?” he asks, genuinely interested.

“No, I’ve had people give me friendship chocolate before.” Jungkook can’t seem to wrap his head around the whole chocolate thing at least not right now. Still he wonders if you would like to receive a gift from him. He listens intently as Yoongi and Hoseok talk about a course they’re taking seemingly having forgotten the prior conversation with the departure of Yoonji and Jimin who share an astronomy class.

*

He’s not forgotten about the conversation later that week while he sits on Jin's couch killing time before he goes home after all you texted him earlier saying that you’d be studying in the library and not to wait up. Jin had been filling him in on the show that’s been playing for the last two hours, one based on eight individuals who all share a birthday and somehow a weird mental connection. Truth be told Jungkook has been staring listlessly at the screen the colors long since blurred as his eyes have lost focus, hazy blobs moving this way and that. The sound has been drowned out almost as if the volume has been turned down while he thinks.

“- Riley to me is the least useful of the cluster, don’t you think?” Jin asks, Jungkook hums along not really hearing what his friend has said.

“Whispers isn’t really a bad guy, and neither is Rajan’s dad, right?” he says this time watching intently as Jungkook hums again leaning further into the couch.

“Jungkook, seriously you aren’t even watching it.”

“I am, Sun is in prison and Joongki must die.” he mutters, blinking a few times before turning his gaze to meet Jin’s.

“What’s wrong, if you’re tired you should go home and get some sleep.” Jin huffs leaning back into the recliner.

“Not tired, just thinking.” he says unconvincingly around a yawn that stretches his mouth a little too wide, suddenly reminding Jin of a lion. They sit in the relative silence for a brief moment, the sounds of another fight scene playing in the background drags Jin’s gaze back to the TV.

“What are you doing for valentines day?” he finally asks, he feels his lips twitch at the way Jin is quick to pause the show.

“Why? Are you going to tell me how much you love me?”

“No, it’s just my first time hearing about it.” he mumbles pouting slightly. Jin wonders how this boy was going to lead a pack when he’s such a child, then again he doesn’t understand werewolf hierarchy all too well.

“Are you planning to celebrate it?” Jungkook stills, once again wondering if you would be happy to receive chocolate as the others had mentioned.

“I don't know maybe, do you think ____ would like it?” Jin can hear the uncertainty in Jungkook’s voice, and for some odd reason he wants to laugh. He shouldn't because it’s rare for Jungkook to really share his feelings with someone that isn't you. Instead he asks himself the same question, would you be happy if Jungkook gave you a gift. It’s hard to imagine with you being reserved and all, but he thinks that you might, if it was behind closed doors in the safety of your own home.

“Yeah, I think she would.” And his answer is worth it he thinks as he watches the way Jungkook’s eyes twinkle with determination at the prospect of surprising you. When Jungkook goes home that night he spends a little too much time doing what he calls ‘research’ completely ignoring the course work that sits beside his laptop on his desk.

*

The weekend has come again and Jungkook is more than tired between school, and trying to find the best kind of gift he’s stumped and a little miserable. It had snowed again, covering the roads that had already been cleared, what’s more is that you have virtually moved into the library the last week. He’s seen less of you in the past week than he has his whole life, which just makes him more irritable as he drags himself out of bed, hoping, no, praying that you are home today. It’s Saturday after all, and you should be here in bed cuddling him, but you aren’t so he thinks you might be in the sunroom again brewing more potions. He finds it empty, not a single sign that you had been there at all by now he’s beginning to worry.

Slowly he pads back down the hall stopping briefly when he catches a soft almost muted sigh. He recognizes it almost instantly, his gaze falling to the couch as he rounds it to find you curled up underneath a thin lap blanket. You look so comfortable he doesn’t have the heart to move you, so instead he opts for something a little different. Jungkook is quick to leave returning with a heavier blanket and a pillow before he’s slipping his body into the tiny crevice you’ve left between your body and the back of the couch. He’s almost sighing at the way you unconsciously snuggle closer to his warm, he pulls you in closer, tucking your body as close to him as possible but also keeping you both comfortable in the limited space. His eyelids begin to flutter, the past weeks exhausting catching up with him now that he’s found ultimate comfort with you.

When Jungkook wakes again he’s on his back, his pinky finger just barely skimming the sliver of skin exposed by the way your shirt has ridden up. You’ve yet to awaken, brows furrowed in your sleep, your face relaxes when he nuzzles the crown of your head. He cherishes these quiet moments, not that he didn't all the others but these were his favorite. Enjoyed the naturalness of it all, like this you weren’t hiding from others, you weren’t reserved, you were just yourself and he liked that. He briefly wonders what time it might be, when he feels you begin to stur, it always starts off slow. You sigh softly a single puff of air leaving your nose, then you nuzzle into what would usually be your pillow but today it’s Jungkook’s chest, next comes the twitch of your fingers followed by the stretch of your arm, hand seeking the warmth that is usually Jungkook beside you. Instead your hands tangle in the softness of the blanket pulling it closer softly knocking him on the chin as you snuggle into the comfort.

“____, baby it’s time to get up.” he murmurs voice husky from disuse.

“Don’t wanna.”

“Gotta make us some breakfast.” he sighs feeling you shift further before you sit up, your eyes are half lidded, hair mused. The long sleeve your wear is slipping off one of your shoulders, you’re blinking sluggishly, gaze still unfocused but at least you're awake now. His hands find purchase on your thighs, squeezing them slightly so that your gaze meets his.

“You awake yet baby? Need some help?” he asks watching the way you frown down at him before shaking your head, rubbing at your eyes tiredly. His heart squeezes in his chest, a slow heat swirling low in his belly the longer you straddle him. You shift your weight as you stretch, back arched in a way that pulls his gaze to your chest, through the thin material he can make out the stiff peaks of your nipples. There’s a twitch of his fingers as he restrains himself from feeling the soft weight of them in his palms, but there are other things troubling him at the moment. Mostly the way he can feel the heat of your pussy through the thin material of panties as you settle more of your weight on his crotch.

“Breakfast?” you ask, the single word is enough to drag his thoughts back to something fluffy, something softer, less deprived. He squeezes at your thighs again sitting up to press a kiss to your cheek before sliding you off his lap and intertwining your fingers as you follow him to the bathroom.

Jungkook is humming as he sways at the stove chuckling as you squeeze your arms tighter around his waist when he stops swaying. It’s odd for you to be this openly affectionate, even here in the safety of your home mostly because he likes to take advantage of the situations persuading you to do things he would rather keep to himself. Still he can’t say he isn't enjoying himself, at least he was until he hears the door fly open and the telltale muttering of one Min insufferable Yoonji. Your grip tightens further as you press yourself closer almost as if you’re trying to hide from her, but that doesn't make sense, as much as he hates to admit it you two are super close.

“What are you doing?” she asks, and just her tone makes him pause.

“Making breakfast.” he replies before he hears a scoff.

“I wasn't talking to you Junglebook, ____ what are you doing, you were supposed to meet me three hours ago.” she sighs as you whine pathetically against Jungkook’s back rubbing your face into the soft material of his shirt.

“I can’t hear you.”

“M’tired, don't wanna go.” you cry and Jungkook feels heat rush to his cheeks at the tone you use, it reminds him of the way you sound when he’s balls deep in you. He really shouldn't be thinking of that, especially not with that thing you call your best friend around.

“This was your decision, I’m just there for moral support. Now let's go before I catch whatever disease Jungkook carries.” she sniffs, narrowing her eyes when you don’t budge.

“Can’t you at least let her eat breakfast before you drag her away?” Jungkook asks, moving the grilled cheese to the cooling rack glaring at Yoonji over his shoulder. She sighs heavily but silently agrees as she takes a seat at the kitchen island. He can hear the clicks of her keyboard as she typed something into her phone followed by the swoosh of her message being sent. Briefly, and just briefly he wondered who the hell would want to talk to her so damn early. Though he can’t really call afternoon early now can he.

*

You look sleepy when you’re finally ready to leave after having eaten your weight in bread, cheese, and butter, a look he absolutely adores. Yoonji is standing in the open door typing on her phone again, ignoring the flowery atmosphere that blankets the two of you like some cliche shoujo manga. The way you smile up at him makes his heart flutter, a pleasant wave of warm slowly makes its way through his body as you hug him and he’s planting a kiss to the crown of your head not so subtly scent marking you. It’s only when Yoonji makes an exasperated sound do you two pull away.

“See you later, be safe.” he says smiling in a way that makes your tummy flutter.

“I will.” you almost sigh before Yoonji glares at him once more and pulls you along. With you gone, he has nothing else to do than to look through the possible gifts options he’d bookmarked. There’s so many things to chose from, gourmet chocolates, edible arrangements, teddy bears, flowers, jewelry, spa days, sex? It’s all so much, he’s saved so many links it’s a folder that he’s pinned to his bookmarks bar on his search engine. Maybe he should ask for help, Yoonji wouldn’t help him even if he asked nicely while on his knees, but perhaps Yoongi and Seokjin would. He has to take that chance, and pray to the moon goddess that they’ll offer their insight.

*

“I can’t help you.” Yoongi says after Jungkook has gathered the most reliable of his friends.

“Why not?”

“Prior engagements, and this if your girlfriend. You should know what she’d like, let me know what you go with.” he says, wrapping his scarf tighter around his neck and leaving the oldest and the youngest together.

“Jin please tell me you’ll be more helpful than Yoongi.” he whines, and Seokjin takes pity on him because as much as he hates to say it, he looks like a kicked puppy.

“I can try but it really depends on what you think ____ would like the best.” Jungkook beams at Jin’s willingness to help even if he doesn’t promise anything. He’s quick to pull open his laptop, opening one too many links that have both their heads spinning. Jungkook’s because he’s just so excited to surprise you and Jin is mostly amazed at Jungkook’s thoughtfulness. He switches through tabs, scanning over the things Jungkook has chosen, truth be told he’s not sure if any material items would be any good. He also doesn't like the ridiculous price listed beside the edible arrangements and gourmet chocolates, absolutely gawks at the price next to the jewelry. It’s not like Seokjin doesn’t know what kind of family Jungkook comes from, sure werewolves were a dime a dozen but not Jungkook, he was from one of the founding packs and in being so he was more than well off and that came from a literal prince of the sea such as himself. Still he wonders what kind of craftsmanship could be worth that much, or did Jungkook not care about price? He wants to laugh at the sheer absurdity that is the younger and his lack of care for things such as this, but he supposes that was where he came in.

“What did you have in mind?” Jin asks hesitantly, almost dreading the conversation.

“I don’t know a little of everything.” Jungkook answers sheepishly.

“A bit of everything.” Jin repeats already appalled at the idea. “Maybe you should stick to one, how about flowers?”

“____, do you think she’ll like them?”

“I don't know, i’m sure she’ll be able to use them in her potions.”

“Nevermind, not flowers. Then maybe jewelry?”

“Does ____ wear jewelry?”

“Not really, she doesn’t like being too flashy.” he mumbles.

“What about chocolate?” Jin finally asks, skipping over all the other options for fear of prolonging this dreadful conversation.

“That’s perfect, I should order it right now.” he beams, reaching for the laptop in Seokjin’s grapes but coming up empty when Jin scoots away from him.

“Or, and this is just a thought, but why don’t you make it yourself?” it’s posed as a question, though to Jungkook it sounds more like a statement, a suggestion if you will. One that he doesn’t think sounds too bad after all how hard can making chocolate be? He smiles at Jin, in a way that lets Jin know that it’s finally over. But boy was he in for a trip.

Jungkook had dragged Jin to the closest supermarket, throwing every bar of chocolate into the cart that he could find, even including other ingredients. After the supermarket they’d gone to a craft store for silicone molds, he’d even stopped at a small variety store for what he called cuter molds, because the ones from the craft store were too plain. Truth be told Jin wasn’t too sure what Jungkook would do with all that he had purchased but he knew he’d find some adequate guinea pigs for Jungkook. The younger thanks him with a meal followed by a brief goodbye before heading home to start the process of chocolate making.

As it turns out chocolate making isn’t too hard, but there’s something unsatisfying about melting premade chocolate and filling molds. It’s okay Jungkook supposes as he demolds yet another batch of half strawberry half milk chocolate rilakkuma molds. There are a few more trays of chocolates, some have pocky others have nuts but he’s still dissatisfied paying no mind to them as he dumps the finished chocolates into a tupperware instead of the box he’s intended to pack them in. This was supposed to be a test run, a successful one if they asked him but one that left him thinking that it wouldn't be enough. He heaves a heavy sigh as he finishes pulling the chocolate from the molds, moving to seal the tupperware that held them.

He’s decided then as he’s stacking the containers in a canvas bag that he’s going to Jin’s again he needs more help, but before that he needs to clean up so that you won't come home to this mess. He also doesn't want to risk you finding out what he’s planned as a surprise, he’s so focused on the task at hand he doesn't hear the door. Much less the way you and Yoonji speak animatedly as you make your way further into the house.

“Jungkook what’s this?” you ask giggling the slightest as he flinches at the gentle hand you place on his shoulder. His shock is quickly replaced by something gentle, something that has your brow furrowing. Maybe it’s the way he widens his eyes as he turns his body to face you properly, he used to do this a lot when he was trying to hide something from you back when you were kids. This faux innocent look got him in more trouble than you can remember and you don't like it, especially now.

“Hey baby, I didn't know you’d be home so soon.” he says wrapping you up in a hug. You squirm in his hold trying in vain to get him to loosen his hold on you, which makes you all the more suspicious of what he might be hiding.

“Jungkook, please.” you murmur a little confused as he continues to evade your question from earlier.

“I’m going to Jin’s for a bit. I'll be back with some take out is that okay?” he says instead grabbing the bag and heading for the door. You stare after he’s gone, a little more than confused at what has just transpired.

“Is he going to bring enough for three?” Yoonji asks from her place on the couch the tv playing a reality show you don’t particularly enjoy.

*

“Why is Hermione always out of breath? It’s like she’s always on the brink of hyperventilating in every scene.” Yoongi asks as he sits beside Jin, a half confused half annoyed expression sitting pretty on his face. To his credit at least he isn't hyper analyzing other aspects of the film, ones that he knows are a lot more pressing than Hermione’s inability to catch her breath. So you would imagine how relieved he is to get the door after a series of knocks, even more relieved to see Jungkook if only for a moment. Jungkook to his credit doesn't look any less different than he did earlier in the day, in fact he looks normal? Maybe he should be worried that Jungkook looks significantly less excited than he was mere hours ago. Jungkook thrusts the bag at Jin before throwing his weight down on the couch beside a very amused Yoongi.

“What is this?” Jin asks, a little too hesitant before recognizing his ‘como se llama’ eco friendly bag.

“Chocolate.” he answers quickly but a little too quietly while Yoongi perks up at the prospect of free candy.

“I thought you said you didn't have my bag,” Jin says pulling out one too many containers “are these my tupperware?” Jungkook remains silent, gaze settled on the tv as Yoongi pulls open one of the tupperware.

“What’s with all the chocolate, kinda cutesy don’t you think?” Yoongi comments offhandedly popping a few pieces into his mouth with a hum.

“They were for ____.” Yoongi pauses mid chew, turning his attention to the younger.

“Why would you give us candy meant for your girlfriend?” he asks around a mouthful of strawberry chocolate hearts.

“It was practice, I didn’t wanna give her homemade chocolates after all.” he sighs, turning his gaze to Jin who still stands beside Yoongi who continues to eat the chocolate.

“Do you have a backup plan?” Jin’s gaze falls to Yoongi who posed the question, he’s glad he wasn't the one who asked. He watches in a weird mix of concern and amusement as Jungkook’s eyes glaze over before he whines.

“No,” he all but sobs looking up at Jin with a tremble to his lip “what if ____ hates me because i didn't give her anything.” It’s so hard to hold in his laughter, Jungkook was being a little dramatic.

“There are other things you can make besides chocolate y’know.” Yoongi sighs, setting the bowl on the coffee table and finally pausing the movie after all he really likes the scene where Harry realizes the patronus he saw was his own.

“Why not bake her something, there are plenty of pastries that use chocolate.” he offers, ignoring the way both Jungkook and Jin gawk at him.

“Is hell freezing over, are you actually offering to help?” Jin gasps a little too dramatically, it makes Yoongi scowl.

“No, you ugly I won't be helping but I might know someone who can.” beside him Jungkook makes a choking noise, one that has both of them casting their gaze in his direction.

“Thank you so much Yoongi, I’ll give you my first born.”

“Keep it, I’ll have enough of my own.” he says, scrunching his nose at the thought of Jungkook’s kids. Jin on the other hand is grumbling at the level of disrespect from a solid 8 when he was in fact a 10, a 10!

“Go home, I’ll text you the information later.” he sighs trying to pacify Jin who continues to list all that makes him a 10 and Yoongi an 8. He does as he’s told, trying his best to slip out so as not to be lumped in with Yoongi even though he was feeling grateful for his hyung. He feels his phone vibrate in his pocket and he’s scowling down at the sole message that lights up his screen.

my moon ♡

➣ don’t forget the takeout, plus extra Yoonji is here :)

He supposes he can deal with Satan just this once, he’s got a good feeling about this.

*

Jungkook is feeling overwhelmed to say the least, it’s Wednesday and he’s suddenly swamped with course work. To add insult to injury he hasn’t heard a single word from Yoongi who has also somehow gone missing for the last three days following their conversation over the weekend. He’s so tired he’s thinking of skipping his only class for tomorrow, what’s worse is that valentine's day is a week and a half away now and he’s still very much at square one. Luckily he’s at home so he’s free to let out a tear or two of pure frustration, he curses Yoongi for lying to him. What's worse was that he played nice with the she-demon too! Maybe he’s overreacting, there are worse things than not having giving you a gift for some stupid human holiday. Still though, he wanted to make this one memorable, even if it ended up being the only one you celebrated together. Hell you aren’t even here, he’s sure you’re doing it on purpose now.

How much extra credit could one person need, especially when you were one of the top students in your field. If push came to shove he would drag you back if he had too, but right now he just wants to curl up and pretend he didn't care about this stupid holiday. It would seem though that the universe won’t let him throw a pity party because as soon as his eyes fall shut there’s a knock at the door. He ignores it at first hoping it’s just one of his friends and they’ll leave if he doesn’t make a sound. He shouldn't have bet on it, when the knocks continue. It’s funny how urgent they sound, but really he just wants to be left alone. Still he groans, dragging himself off the couch and shuffling to the door with a scowl. The door swings open as he readies to spit nasty words at whoever has interrupted him only to catch a faint whiff of apples. His gaze falls to someone just a head shorter than him, a woman, one he doesn’t recognize.

“Can I help you?” he asks, feeling the chill of the air nip at his nose as he takes a deep breath, catching the scent of a prey shifter species.

“I um, well, are you um, are you Jungkook?” she asks, her gaze easily meeting anything else except his own as he stares. He’s sizing her up, not in a scummy way of course, how could he when he had you, but he doesn't recognize her at all. Nor does her scent smell familiar so he really can't place how he would know her.

“Yes, and you are?” he finally says watching as her nerves seem to settle the slightest, though her heart is still beating a little too loudly for his liking.

“I’m Bunny, Yoongi said you would be expecting me?” she offers up easily though it’s almost a whisper. His features twist into something of confusion, Yoongi said what now? That damned cat had gone MIA, surely this was a prank or something.

“How do you know Yoongi?” He asks instead, watching a shade of rose color the light olive of her cheeks.

“We’re dating.” she mumbles bashfully clenching her hands at her side. Suddenly he recalls pestering Yoongi into letting them meet his girlfriend, and the former almost immediately putting his foot down in a firm no. So really is he at fault he didn't recognize Yoongi’s girlfriend, someone he has never met, until today that is.

“Oh, you’re that Bunny!” he almost howls watching as she flinches at the sheer volume of it. It’s cute really, he takes back what he said about her not being as hot as you, though you will always be number one in his book.

“Yeah, did Yoongi not tell you that I would be here today?”

“I don't think so.” he answers easily, watching the way she scowls more to herself than him, as she pulls her phone out and presses it to her ear.

“You didn't tell him I would be here?” Bunny says after a brief moment. He can slightly hear what he assumes is Yoongi’s voice though it's more muffled than anything.

“But Yoonie you said you would tell him. No, I was on time. Are you sure you texted him? Yoongi! Okay, you owe me big time. Promise? Okay, love you.” she finishes hanging up with a sigh, the rose on her cheeks is darker bordering more on red now.

“Sorry about that, Yoongi was supposed to send you my schedule. He said you needed help with baking a pastry?” she says with a smile sweetly at him.

“Wait, you're the someone he knows?” she tilts her head slightly brows furrowed at his words.

“I guess I am, can I come in or is this a bad time?” He’s quick to step aside, showing her to the living room and offering her something to drink. It’s odd to be alone with another woman, one who is very much not single but still weird since he’s never done it before. It’s almost off putting, so much so he feels a growl building in his chest. He really shouldn't be so guarded, especially when she is harmless and seems to have no ill intentions. He’s placing a cup of tea before her taking the seat adjacent to her as she smiles warmly at him.

“So what did you have in mind?” she asks, not unkindly pulling a notepad from her bag and resting it in her lap while she waits for his answer.

“I’m not entirely sure, I just know it has to be something with chocolate.”

“That narrows it down a bit, do you want something more elegant or simplistic?”

“Simplistic, my girlfriend doesn’t like things that are too flashy.” he sighs thinking of you and the easy smile you give him when you're eating sweets. It eases his nerves the slightest, as Bunny takes note of this.

“This almost seems like a therapy session, what with you sitting here taking notes and all.” he says to break the gentle scritch scratch sound of her pen on paper. She pauses, a small hesitant smile on her lips as she moves to meet his gaze.

“Truth be told I’m a little nervous, you’re aura is a little intimidating.” she chuckles, grip tightening on her pen. He can see the reasoning behind her words after all werewolves very rarely interacted out of their species even amongst the supernatural.

“You shouldn’t be, I’m house trained after all.” he’s amused as a flurry of giggles flee her being, and she tries in vain to stifle them. After that she seems to relax, easy narrowing down their options to a devil's food cake or a chocolate tart. He likes the idea of a tart so it’s with a little glee that he makes his decision.

“I’ll be here tomorrow at the same time and we can get started.” she says as she gathers her belongings while he shows her out. He’s excited to say the least a little more than he was when he was with the chocolate. So he guesses that in the end Yoongi was a least a little helpful.

*

True to her word Bunny is at his door at the same time as the previous day and Jungkook is more than happy to let her in, even taking some of the shopping bags out of her hand. He isn’t quite sure how he’ll do, but he is confident in his ability to try. After her departure and a stressful amount of time spent doing school work you had come home, sans Yoonji of course and you’d cuddled before he’d made the two of you a light dinner. Even after he’d spent too many hours reading over a single chocolate tart recipe, so much so he probably knew it by heart.

“I brought enough ingredients to make room for trial and error. You don’t have to be good at it from the get go, just follow the recipe okay?” she says in a voice that is oddly calming, he wonders briefly if she uses it on Yoongi. He nods his head in confirmation tying an apron around his waist as she does the same. She’s quick to take the reins, directing him in the tasks, and helping him when he asks for it. She says that they’ll be working in pieces, cutting the recipe in half for now as she whisks the ice water and egg yolk while Jungkook mixes the dry ingredients with butter.

“Making the dough is easy, the baking part is what usually takes a while to get right. I’m sure you’ll do fine, after all Yoongi has told me you’re a great cook.” she offers still whisking the egg and water.

“This is actually my first time baking in a while, I’ve found that I’m not that good at it.” he laughs.

“Really, your girlfriend must be very special. It’s actually kind of romantic.” He offers her a smile as they move to the next step. As it turns out Bunny is a very good teacher, helpful and patient when Jungkook thinks he might’ve messed up the dough. He learns that she’s studying to be a preschool teacher, and that one day she hopes to have a litter of her own. A soft rouge settles on her cheeks after she had divulged that tidbit of information before she asks him what his course of study is and his dreams for the future. The dough is now chilling in the refrigerator as they wait, so he supposes he can indulge her if only a bit.

“I’m doing pack management, an easy degree for someone like me.”

“Yoongi said you were loaded and I didn't believe him, but i guess it’s true.” she laughs.

“I guess that’s one way to look at it, I just want to be a good Alpha.”

“How about pups? Do you want any?”

“Of course, I want a whole pack full of my pups. I just have to marry my mate first.” She seems to perk up at this, a smile splitting her features.

“Marriage, have you asked her yet?” she asks a little too giddy for his liking but he feels a blush color his cheeks regardless.

“Not yet, I don’t think it’s the right time.” She nods her head in understanding, before pressing him for any dirt he has on Yoongi. All in all the first lesson goes smoothly, well except for the fact that he over cooks one of the tart shells and burns the other. She reminds him that there is still room for improvement, which somehow settles his nerves. He agrees with her after all there are still nine days left before the 14th.

*

He manages to get the tart shell perfect seven days before valentine’s day, which means he has a week to learn how to make the filing and how to put it all together. He’s feeling a little more stressed than usual with midterms coming up and your virtual lack of presence over the last few days. Really he’s starting to wonder just what is keeping you away from home all these days especially when you easily redirect his attention any time he asks. Maybe he’s overthinking it, it could really just be school work. He’s hissing, as the knife he’s using to chop the semi sweet chocolate slices through his middle finger. Luckily for him Bunny is quick to usher him away from the island and towards the sink. She wraps a bandage around his cut offering him a rubber glove to cover his bandaged hand before she wipes down the blood that had leaked onto the counter.

“Are you okay?” she asks a little too hesitantly for someone who he has become quick friends with.

“Yeah, I was just stuck in my thoughts.”

“We can always take a break, we have time.” She reminds him again, moving to clean up before leaving him alone and saying that he deserves a break from not only school but baking too. With Bunny gone he has some time to himself, time to think, to cool down and let his rational mind take control of the rampant nasty thoughts rearing their ugly little heads. To his credit he’s never once thought that you would cheat on him, it just wasn't in your personality to do so. He knew that you wouldn’t, but he really can't help letting his head tell him otherwise. Still he would know if you were, his wolf would feel it and he’s yet to cause a commotion. He decides then that he’s overthinking it, there’s a high chance that you’re just off doing god knows what with Yoonji. He doesn’t like that either but it’s still better than what the little voice in his head is saying.

*

Five days from Valentine's Day, he and Bunny are making the filing for the tart. He’s once again chopping semi-sweet chocolate listening to her as she tells him the next step. She’s made the tart shells beforehand so it would be easier on him so as to relieve some of the pressure for a perfect tart. He’d thanked her for the consideration when she’d arrived, which led to now as he combined heavy cream, milk heating to a low simmer before he mixed in the chopped semi sweet chocolate. He added sugar and watched as Bunny beat the eggs needed to finish the filing. The only thing left to do was stir the eggs into the chocolate mixture before pouring it into the tart shell and baking it again. With a timer they set out to clean up, before Bunny excuses herself telling him to try the tart with some friends and if he needed any further help she was only a phone call away. With her departure he’s quick to call up Jimin and Taehyung asking them rather cryptically if they wanted to come over. To his surprise they showed up rather quickly and they brought Namjoon along.

“Smells good in here.” Jimin comments.

“Really good, what are you making?” Taehyung adds.

“Are you baking?” Namjoon asks, catching the attention of the other two.

“I am, don’t tell ____. I need you to taste test it for me.” he says quickly, moving to run his fingers through his hair as his nerves kick in again.

“Cool.” Taehyung laughs, throwing his weight down on the couch before turning the TV on to show with a female assassin who’s in love with a woman from MI6. Jungkook gnaws on his lip as he watches from the kitchen, silence falls over the four of them as they watch the events unfold on screen. Jungkook is surprised at Taehyung's choice, mostly because he very rarely enjoys anything the former recommends. Since he prefers shows he can use as background noise that he doesn't have to pay much attention to. But this one is good, it’s interesting enough he barely hears the timer go off. None of the others move, gaze trained on the show as the blonde assassin plays a prank on her retainer. He likes the relationship between the retainer and the assassin, in fact he likes them a lot more than the lady from mi6. The tart is warm in his oven mitted hand, and smells amazing if he does say so himself. The shell is golden brown and the filing looks just as beautiful as he’d seen in the pictures. But he’s still not in the clear just yet, he still needs his taste testers to give him the green light.

The nervous flutter of butterflies has returned, swirling in the low of his belly as he leaves the tart to cool. He’s gone back to gnawing on his lip, thoughts running rampant that maybe it won’t be good enough, perhaps Bunny had been lying to him, maybe this would be a disaster. He tastes blood, the skin of his inner lip torn open by all the anxious gnawing, he swipes his tongue over the wound letting the coppery taste linger the longer he sits in his pool of self imposed anxiousness. The sounds of the TV are muffled, the images blurring as his gaze grows unfocused the longer he sits and waits, there’s something about the waiting that gets to him. His gaze slowly falls to the tart as it cools to the side, his brows furrowing as he looks at it.

“Oh are you cutting it?” Jimin asks, gaze focused on Jungkook and the knife he holds in hand. He can barely manage a nod, watching just as silently as his friends crowd him at the counter as he cuts them all a slice. He doesn't wait for them to take a bite, watching his fork easily cut through the chocolate and the shell hearing the soft clink of the metal on ceramic. He slowly brings the fork to his lips, and when he finally takes a bite he almost weeps.

*

He wakes up to you snuggled into him, an arm and leg slung over his body to keep him close. To his surprise you don’t have anything to do that day you offer up when he asks what your plans for the day are. He tries to hide the way he freezes at your revelation, after all you’d both been busy leading up to today. Finally the holiday is here and he was ready to prepare your gift while you’re out but this has thrown him for a loop. He counts himself lucky that it’s a weekend before he shoots a text to Jin asking to borrow his kitchen and that he would be more than happy to offer compensation for said favor. Jin easily agrees, reminding him that if he wanted to use it he had to be there before five since he had a date. The real pain is having to leave you when he finally has you to himself, he has to physically force himself to leave you alone with a kiss on the cheek and a promise to be back early.

Time seems to fly by, because when he finally reaches Jin’s after what he thought was a quick trip to the supermarket the sun hangs lower in the sky than when he’d left. Jin greets him at the door, as he comes through bags in hand, before he rushes to the kitchen. To his surprise Namjoon is here, and he offers a small smile.

“What are you doing here?” he asks, taking note of the way Namjoon is dressed up.

“Jin and I have dates in the human realm, thought it’d be easier to catch a ride with him.” Namjoon says with a shrug.

“Aren’t you afraid of biting them?”

“You’d be surprised how many humans are into that.” Namjoon laughs, catching the look Jin gives him.

“Anyways, we have some time before we head out. I can help you if you need it.” Jin offers, tying an apron around his waist. Jungkook beams at the older, grateful for the help even though he’s determined to do all the work himself he’s more than happy his friends offer the help. The motions come easily, the dough and the filing are easy enough to do now after he has practiced. He makes a mental note to send Bunny a thank you gift and he supposes Yoongi too. Namjoon offers idle chit chat to fill the silence as he compliments the tart Jungkook had made all those days ago, saying how he’d been thinking about it often, he even goes far enough to say he would pay to have Jungkook make him one. The three of them laugh, Jin taking slight offence refusing to be upstaged by the youngest. Some odd hours later the tarts are done, one for you, one for Jin as thank you and one for Namjoon who looks more excited over the pastry than the date.

“Thanks for the tart, I hope she likes it.” Jin says as he locks his door leading Namjoon to his car. The drive home is a calming, classical music filling his ears as he lets his frenzied mind unwind. He thinks that he shouldn't be worried, he knows you and that is enough to finally calm the nervous flutter of butterflies in his tummy.

It would seem the butterflies have returned as Jungkook stands awkwardly on the porch, canvas bag in hand. His heart beats against his ribs too violently he’s afraid there’ll be bruising, he doesn’t think he’s ever been this nervous in his whole life, perhaps it’s the holiday, truly he isn’t quite sure. He recalls Jimin saying that Valentine’s Day was made to celebrate love, while Yoongi said it was capitalism but he liked the thought of celebrating love better. Jungkook was a sap like that, and what better way to celebrate love than to give you something that he’d worked hard to make to show you, his one and only how much you meant to him? It’s this thought that finally frees the butterflies, setting them free from the confines of his belly taking his nervousness with them. Still he takes a deep breath before he finally enters his home.

“Hey you’re here!” you beam at him from down the hall. He takes in the dress you wear, something loose and flowery but still form fitting enough it hugs all his favorite parts. His gaze however remains on the apron you wear, something frilly and cutesy he’s never seen before.

“I am, are you cooking?” he asks, unable to help the way his tone fluctuates the slightest on the last word. There’s this bashful smile spreading your lips, tugging them upward ever so slightly it makes his heart skip a beat.

“I am, come and sit I’m almost done.” he does as he’s told, taking in the absolutely decadent scent of food. You fuss over him, taking the bag from him and setting it gently on the counter. He’s seated at the table chin resting on an open palm watching you work. It’s nice he thinks, especially seeing you dressed up for something as simple as dinner. Still it’s a welcomed change, a sudden furrow settling on his brow as he remembers you aren’t a particularly good cook and as such usually refrain from doing so.

“Hey, where’d you learn to cook?” he asks.

“It was supposed to be a surprise, but if you must know I had Yoonji and Yoonji teach me how to make you something special.” you say shooting him a smirk over your shoulder, it stirs something in his belly something that he struggles to tamp down.

“Oh yeah, special occasion?” he teases with an easy smile.

“Just wanna spoil my man.”

“Hmm, lucky him, wonder where he’s at.” you gasp dramatically. Turning off the stove while pointing tongs at him.

“I do too, he’s very charming, cute smile, big, y'know all the things a girl likes?” she sighs as his cheeks pinken at the unexpected praise.

“You think I’m big?”

“Of course baby.” you simper, plating the food before cutting up the steak. He smirks as you saunter over placing the plate before him leaning up as you lean down to plant a soft kiss to his lips. He hums as you nibble at the skin of his lips, one of his hands moving to squeeze your hip before you pull away. You take your seat opposite of his, careful to remove the apron and setting it aside.

“Go ahead, dig in.” you say watching with rapt attention as he takes a bit of the steak and some greens. His gaze never leaves yours even as he takes a bite, letting the taste wash over his tongue. You smile so wide eyes sparkling as he groans, the savory bite of meat melts on his tongue, and he finally looks away.

“Oh god, what did they teach you?” he asks around a mouthful, quick to dig in as you giggle softly.

“Enough, Yoonji said you should be grateful she taught me well and that this was her one good deed for the year.” you laugh chewing the bite of steak. He nods his head, it seems he’ll be indebted to her.

“So this was the prior engagement Yoongi had mentioned.” he says more to himself than you.

“Hmm?”

“Nothing, this is really good. My compliments to the chef.” He loves the way you smile at his compliments. The rest of dinner goes by much the same, the two of you exchanging teasing words in between bites and soon enough you're doing the dishes. You’re drying them as Jungkook rinses, resting comfortably close to one another when you spot the canvas bag that Jungkook had come home with.

“What’s in the bag?” you ask turning to look up at him taking the last dish from him to dry it.

“What bag?”

“The one you came home with, what’s in it?” you ask again as you dry your hands. He turns to see the bag, and suddenly he’s reminded of the tart.

“Oh, you go sit on the couch, it's a surprise.” he says spinning you in the direction of the couch smacking your ass playfully when you don’t budge. You flinch slightly as the mild sting, moving towards to take a seat on the couch as he says. It’s not long before he’s settling beside you as you look down at his hands to see a single slice of chocolate tart topped with whipped cream. Your brows furrow, lips twitching as you fight a smile.

“I made this for you, happy valentine’s day.” he says bashfully, chuckling softly when your gaze shoots up to meet his. 

“Jungkook, you didn’t have to.”

“But I wanted too, besides it’s mostly self indulgent.” he whispers leaning into you to slot his lips against yours. He breathes in your sigh, tilting his head the slightest to deepen the kiss relishing in the taste of you before he pulls away.

“You taste like steak.” you giggle while he simply rests his forehead against yours.

“Yeah, well then I’d say we taste the same.” He pecks you once, twice, three times sighing when he finally pulls away taking the fork and bringing up a small portion of the tart to your lips. 

“Open up baby.” he breaths eyes half lidded watching intently as your lips part ever so slightly wrapping around the pastry teeth scraping over the fork to catch every last bit. The rich taste of the chocolate washes over your tongue. You moan slightly blinking sluggishly as you savor the taste of the creamy filling parting your lips for more. Jungkook's pants feel tight as he feeds you more, each bite you take is more painful as he finally lets his mind wander. Let’s himself think of all those nasty little things he’d been holding back for a little too long. 

“Need you baby.” he breathes, moving to take your bottom lip between his teeth. You whimper softly pressing yourself closer to him as much as you can. He’s quick to set the plate aside pulling you onto his lap, pulling you down by the hips so you can feel him press against you right where you need him. He swallows you gasp as he gently thrusts his hips up into you, teeth nipping at your lip again because he just needs to feel you. 

“Want you Kook, please.” you murmur against his lips as he slowly trails them to your jaw and neck. He hums hands squeezing your thighs with a muffled groan as he slides them under the hem of your skirt, finger slipping into the waistband of your panties and giving a swift tug. 

“Want these off baby.” you nod eagerly shakily sliding off his lap to quickly pull them off as he rids himself of his pants and boxers. His hands find your thighs again, squeezing as he pulls you to straddle his lap once more. Your fingers knot themselves in his hair, tugging slightly to tilt his face up for another kiss, mewling as he slides his fingers through your folds spreading your slick and rubbing your clit in small tight circles. You buck your hips as heat swirls in your belly, sighing shakily as his fingers dip into your heat. 

“So wet for me, how bad d’you want it?” he breathes, nuzzling your cheek as your fingers tighten in his hair. 

“So bad, kook plea- oh!” you squeal as his sinks a finger further into you, pumping it slowly as he eases in a second finger in beside it basking in the way you clench around them whimpering as you drop your hips with every upward stroke of his fingers. 

“That’s it baby, just a little more, don’t wanna hurt you.” he sighs feeling his cock twitch as he thinks about being buried in your warmth.

“Need you, please.” Your hips grind into his palm crying out as he pulls his fingers from your heat, soothing you with soft bites to your shoulders. 

“Shh, I got you, s’okay, ready for me?” he asks, not really expecting an answer. He spreads your arousal as he gives his cock a few pumps before he lines himself up to your opening. 

“Deep breath okay, yeah just like that.” It’s a tight fit as he slowly pushes into your warmth, you groan into his ear at the stretch, twitching as he buries himself deeper. There are tears in your eyes as you clench around his girth, crying out as he grinds your hips into his. You can't take it, can almost taste your release as he continues to grind your hips into his as he whispers soft praise into your skin. His grip on your hips loosens, breath ragged as you continue to grind down on him feeling your walls flutter around his length. Your panting broken incomprehensible words, one’s he recognizes easily as your plea for help. His palm comes down on your ass, the sharp smack accompanied by your gasp when he thrusts into you. He only manages a few pumps of his hips before you wail, clenching around his cock so tightly it almost pains him to just sit and let you ride out the wave of your orgasm. Your body has grown slack against him, head buried in his neck as he rubs at your back.

“Are you tapping out on me?” he chuckles into your skin grunting as you twitch in his lap, squeezing your thighs closer. 

“Gimme a sec.” you murmur sleepily, lips ghosting over the mole on his neck. He’ll give you all the time you need because you won’t be sleeping tonight. 

“Happy valentines day, baby.” he growls when he feels you begin to rock your hips easily lifting you both off the couch and making his way to your bedroom. 

*

“I can't, it's too much.” You cry.

“It’s okay, just a little more.” Jungkook reassures you softly. 

“P-please s’too much.” The sob that you let out is whiny, bordering on distressed. Yoonji’s cheeks heat the longer she stands in the hallway, maybe she should’ve announced her entrance instead of barging in. Perhaps if she did she wouldn’t have walked in on you and Jungkook fucking in the kitched.

“That’s it, good girl, that’s perfect.” he sighs followed by your whine, and so Yoonji decided she should just leave. After all there was no use in interrupting if it meant being scarred by the image of her friends mid fuck. She definitely didn't need to see Jungkook’s tiny weiner, gross she thinks closing the door as gently as she can and leaving them blissfully unaware of her accidental presence. 

“I hate cutting onion.” you cry when Jungkook cups your face and plants a few kisses to your lips.

“I know baby, but you wanted to learn.” he laughs as you grumble to yourself and he sweeps you up into a hug. 

“So should we move on?” he asks, watching you nod excitedly, he’s equally excited to see what the future holds. It may have taken some time and more than ten ounces of semi sweet chocolate but eventually Jungkook learned that you would be the sweetest thing in his life.

[mollymauk-teafleak]

where you go I'm going

My very first ThanZag fic!! It’s Modern AU and its soft and it has Mort!!

Huge thanks to @minky-for-short who this fic is written for and also to my girlfriend @spiky-lesbian who knows absolutely nothing about this game but her review was ‘SOFT BOYS’ 

Please consider reblogging and leaving a comment! 

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Thanatos finds himself moving into his boyfriend's cramped little apartment with all its leaky pipes and street corner furniture and damp.

It's going to be a bit of an adjustment.

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When they had announced they were moving in together, everyone had automatically assumed they’d be moving into Thanatos’ place. His neat, well kept, painstakingly decorated apartment in the heart of the city with it’s sunken living room and immense kitchen and windows that opened up onto a stunning vista of the skyline, all of it near new and barely used. Plenty of room for both of them, everything they could need, people didn’t think to ask and simply assumed that they would be starting their lives together there.

Thanatos had rather assumed the same.

But here he was, standing in the closest thing he had to casual clothes, surrounded by cardboard boxes into which his neat, well kept life had been hastily bundled, looking around the battered, cramped little apartment his boyfriend owned and trying to think of it as home.

His home. Their home.

Zag was darting around the place, full of energy as he always was when he got nervous, trying to help Than unpack but making a rather bad job of it. The moving truck had left half an hour ago and already two mugs had been broken and they’d bumped into each other six times, with less than one box worth of stuff actually being put away.

Not that Than was paying much attention. He was moving through the shoebox of an apartment, with it’s tiny kitchen and the living room with the sagging, patchy leather couch that he knew Zag got off a street corner, the bathroom barely big enough for one person let alone two, the bedroom that had less than an inch of space around the double bed Than had bought. Or, rather, it would when they finally got around to putting it together.

He got back to where he’d started in less than twenty paces. Standing inside this claustrophobic chaos, Thanatos took a very slow, very careful sigh.

“You’re not happy, are you?”

Than turned to see his boyfriend standing in his- their- bedroom doorway, finally stopped and, in doing so, letting his anxiety catch up with him and show clearly on his face.

Thanatos chided himself sharply and moved towards Zagreus, cupping his face in his hands. He was perpetually cold and Zag always ran a few degrees hotter than usual so, together, they were always perfect. They always gave each other what they needed.

“I am deliriously, completely happy, Zagreus,” Than murmured softly, surprising himself with how much he meant the words, “And that is because I am getting to share more of my life with you.”

“But we should have gone to your place, this was a ridiculous idea,” Zag sighed but they’d had this conversation before and Than knew what to say.

He’d not always felt that with Zagreus, as their relationship had shifted awkwardly from childhood friends to what they had now, as the words had stuck in their throats and refused to come. But now he could hardly remember a time when he hadn’t loved this man with all his heart and he hadn’t felt completely himself around him. Not Death, not the son of Nyx, not the Reaper. Just Thanatos. Than, even.

“It will take some adjustment,” he smiled and kissed his forehead, “But I know just how much this place means to you. It’s your freedom, it’s your independence. I know how hard you fought to break away from your father and I...well, I’m just glad you brought me along.”

Finally Zag relaxed into his hand and a smile tugged at his lips, “Could argue that you followed me…”

Than chuckled, “The one time I ever broke the rules and look where it’s got me.”

Zag laughed with him, his eyes lighting up with a new frantic energy, a happy one this time. He responded to most emotions like a child who’d had too much sugar.

“Come on, I think I’ve figured out how I can fit your insanely big mug collection into the cupboard,” he was already off, dragging boxes out and ripping them open, “Or books! We could start on your books, I know you have that weird system…”

“It’s the Dewey Decimal System, Zagreus, libraries have been using it for centuries…” Than rolled his eyes, aware that his boyfriend wasn’t really listening, allowing himself to be pulled along in Zag’s rushing currents as always.

They worked quite happily for a while, Zag kicking his old radio to life and blasting some cheesy classics that somehow made the job more bearable when you sang along to them. For hours they sorted through the boxes, pulling out things Than had forgotten he even owned, finding the strange and amusing ways their very different personalities and very different lives fit together.

Before too long the closet was stuffed with alternating neat pinstripe suits and gym clothes, expensive black peacoats and hoodies plucked from thrift stores with incomprehensible slogans printed on them. There was suddenly more than two plates in the kitchen and more than one fork, knife and even spoons of different sizes. The edge of the bath held a neat regiment of seek products, each with a specific role in putting the physical embodiment of Death together, crowding out the bottle of five-in-one soap with the peeling label.

They were finally on to the bedroom, Than having wrestled Zag into at least tackling the rooms one by one. Putting the bed together was proving a real challenge, Than had been squinting at the instructions for ages and was one more unidentifiable screw away from calling Aphrodite and getting her to put Hephaestus on the phone, however insulting he’d find the request. He’d lasted longer than Zag, at least, who’d moved off to poke through the last few boxes.

Than was wondering why he could only count six bed slats when he was meant to have ten when he heard Zag gasp and burst into delighted laughter.

“What?” he frowned at him over his square rimmed glasses.

“Look who it is!” Zag cackled, turning and holding out what at first looked like a tattered scrap of cloth covered in dust but Than’s cheeks immediately flamed.

“I...look, I meant to throw him out a while ago but…”

“It’s Mort!” Zag was beaming wildly, holding the little felt mouse up like a trophy, “Gods, I haven’t seen him in ages, I had no clue you still had him.”

“Um...neither did I…” Than spluttered, well aware that he was a terrible liar when it came to Zagreus.

He was about as fooled as he expected him to be, tsking playfully and wagging his finger, “No, no, no. I remember how much you loved this little guy when we were kids, you’d carry him around everywhere! Oh! Did you still sleep with him all tucked up under your arm? Do you still take him in the bath and cry when he gets wet?”

“You sleep in my bed with me, asshole! And we’ve bathed together,” Than made a grab for him but Zag was quicker, he always had been.

“Aw, looks like I have some competition for your affections then, eh darling? Aren’t you just the sweetest, little god of Death still playing with his childhood toy...”

“My mother made him for me!” Than finally burst out, cheeks redder and voice louder than he’d meant, “Of course I kept him! Now stop acting like a jerk and give him back!”

Zag froze, his teasing chased away from his face instantly. Meekly he dropped the arm holding Mort and let Than snatch him back, silent as his boyfriend turned his shoulder and hunched down sulkily.

“I...I’m really sorry,” Zag said quietly after a moment’s awkward silence, “I thought I was just playing with you but...I went too far, I’m sorry I upset you. I remember how important he was to you.”

“Well…” Than swallowed, face still smouldering, “It is foolish. To still have him around I mean.”

“Aw, no love, come on…” Zag slid closer, putting an arm around his shoulders, “What, you’re going to start listening to me all of a sudden. I’m an idiot!”

“You are,” Than murmured, finding himself coaxed up out of his sulk, “But you’re mine.”

That made him chuckle happily, stealing a kiss to the inch of his cheek he’d revealed, “And it is so cute that you still have Mort. I mean that, I really do. You’re adorable and a little soft and that’s completely okay.”

“Well. As long as it doesn’t leak into my work.”

He wasn’t looking at Zag’s face but he could tell he was rolling his eyes.

“Hey,” he tucked a strand of white hair away to kiss Than’s ear, “Remember that time you really did lose him? When we were six years old?”

Than smiled coyly, “I do. You missed your bedtime and got yourself grounded going off to look for him just so I would stop crying. Everyone else had given up but...you didn’t.”

“I didn’t,” Zag hummed, kissing just below his ear now, then lower, then lower, down his neck, pulling back the shoulder of his jumper to get at his shoulder, “I don’t give up, not when it concerns you, my dear.”

Than sighed, muscles unwinding under Zag’s lips, “Love, you might notice we don’t have a bed yet so I’m not sure where you think this is going?”

“Ah, my cherished parter...” Zag rumbled, hands slipping down to gently put Mort to one side and give him access to his boyfriend’s lap.

Than found himself being turned, his back pressed to the floor, felt a crooked grin blooming on his face as Zag threw his leg over him and bent low until their noses were brushing.

“I think we can manage, eh?” his boyfriend purred.

Afterwards, Than sat up and stretched the kinks out of his shoulders, sighing in satisfaction.

Zag stayed on the floor, his head pillowed on the jumper his boyfriend had been wearing as he sprawled out contentedly, eyes drinking in the play of Than’s muscles, “I really am happy you’re here, my love.”

“I’m happy to be here,” Than looked back at him with a soft, loving smile, lightly brushing one cheek with his fingertips, “I think I understand what you mean when you talk about how free it makes you, finding your own place. It feels like everything’s started again. And this time it will be better.”

“It will be,” Zag caught his hand and kissed his knuckles.

An idea came to Than then and an easy kind of certainty settled over him. He reached over and snagged Mort where he’d fallen to one side as they’d become more occupied in each other.

“Here,” he smiled, holding his cherished childhood toy out to Zagreus, “Here, I want you to have him.”

“What?” Zag blinked, not understanding. He pulled himself into a sitting position, “Mort is yours, you love him.”

“And I love you,” Than still held him out, “So I want him to be yours now. You’ve given me a place here, in the only space that had ever really been your own and...well, this seems like a good way to repay you.”

“You don’t have to repay me!” Zag insisted, shaking his head, “I mean, gods, you’re going to be putting up with me twenty four seven-”

“Gladly,” Than cut across him, knowing the thoughts in his boyfriend’s mind would grow too loud if he let them, “I will do it gladly, Zagreus. Please, he’s yours now.”

Chuckling softly, Zag relented and took Mort gently. He held the battered old toy with a kind of tenderness, brushing some dust from his ear, “Thank you, Than. I promise I’ll look after him.”

“Well,” Than smirked playfully, “I’ll still see him every day and I will check.”

“Oh, I’d expect nothing less, my love.”

When they eventually did get the bed put together, a longer time later than either of them would ever admit, Mort would take pride of place in the centre of it.

Than would see him nearly every day with his happy stitched smile and, when he did, he would think of the apartment he’d left behind. All it’s expensive minimalist furniture, it’s sleek metal and black leather and unlived in neatness.

And Thanatos wouldn’t miss it in the slightest. He knew he was home.

[avengersbabe586]

Black Y/N x avengers part 2

Spandex kink

Y/N pov

I wake up by a milk dud shaking me up.Good morning Nikki I said.  told you to stop call me that he said. Well Nikki to stop me from calling that you got to put on a wig and hit me with This one is for the boys with the boomin' system Top down, AC with the cooler system. Then I will stop calling you that it would be nice to see though I'm just giving you ideas for the new recruit because if shield make a recruitment video using Nicki Minaj lyrics I would have joined sooner.Anyways why you woke me Furry.

Nick Fury pov

I woke you up to because we have to me the rest of the team. She looked panicked then she hit me on my arm and said why didn't you wake me up earlier so I could get cute to met the group with a spandex kink. I rolled my eyes and she took off to get ready.

Still Nikki pov

She came down stairs with a smirk and said do I look good? Well she looks better that good she a whole 10 star meal bump 5 star meals. I said with a smirk you look presentable. She threw a pink dagger near my head and said presentable my behind boy I look hella good she said. I pulled the knife out the wall and gave it to her and said cute but we gotta go. We taking my car Nikki she says. No problem with me I said.

Y/N pov

We walk to my Blue Ferrari Roma and we drive to the A tower. There we meet a guy named Happy Hogan. If you ask me he ain't that happy. He takes us to the avengers floor. Now I'm kinda scared what if they don't like me. What if they see my stretch marks on my arm. They a look a Fury he smiles then opens the door I smile back and am meet with other smiling faces.

I look over to a tall blonde dude who looks like he the main lead in a rom-com

Steve Rodgers pov

We were sent to the meeting room to meet are new teammate when I'm look up to see this beautiful woman. I smile she smiled back. Steve Rodgers ma'am. She says don't call me ma'am you make me sound old boy and smiled .

Y/N pov thoughts

He seems sweet then I look over to a way taller blonde with a golden retriever smile who is walking towards me.

Thor Odinson pov

I reach for her and kiss it Thor Odinson god of thunder you are beautiful lady... Y/N she say. Lady Y/N has a nice ring to it. Thank you she said.

Y/N pov thoughts

Wow he's a knockout I then walk over to a man Fine with a capital F.

Sam Wilson Pov

I study her up and down then say My name is Sam Wilson nice to meet you and then reached my hand out for her which she took her hand is soft and warm.

Y/N pov thoughts

He seems like he would give you the best prep. Then I walk up to I dude in a black hoodie who is very much giving 🎶they laugh at me because I'm emo🎶 Then he take the hood down Jesus I'm just kidding but he gives me hot emo vibes.

Bucky Barnes pov

I take my hood down and say Bucky Barnes nice to meet ya. While sizing her up.She say good to meet you too with a smile on her face.

Y/N pov thoughts

Then I look over to see a man with eye of emerald staring at me with a smirk on his face.

Loki Laufeyson pov

I smirk and say Loki Laufeyson darling god of mischief and lies she blushed a little and look down I said up here dear. She looked up with a cute smile.

Y/N pov thoughts

I look back at Fury he looks upset. Then a woman I would definitely let choke me look at me with a smirk.

Natasha Romanoff pov

Chill horn dogs your gonna make her uncomfortable the others are on a mission and Peter is home. I'm Natasha Romanoff but you can call me nat. She smiled and said they were no problem nice to me you Nat. Others? She asked Yea Pietro,Wanda,Bruce,Clint and Tony.

Y/N pov

Thank you guys nice to meet you all and thanks Director Fury for the job but I'm quite tired. I will show you to your room they all say at the same. I laughed and said I don't care who takes me I'm just tired then the decide steve will show me to my room. Goodnight every one and Nikki have a goodnight everyone laughed. Steve asked me why I call him that. I said I knew for awhile. He then asked if he was my boyfriend I said no unfortunately I'm single he smiled then we got the door and he wish me goodnight and I said goodnight cap. Then took my clothes off and put on my bonnet so my bed don't smell like outside and lay down and fell asleep.

[my-brothers-corrupted]

Would it be easier to choose something between two options, JJ? There's no wrong answer here, and no answer you can't take back either. You can change your mind as much as you want, plus you'll still have the clothes you have now.

“Yeah, Dap, deep breathes,” soothes Red, reaching out to put a hand on his shoulder, looking confused. “You, uh - is this hard for you?”

Dapper’s eyes flicker around the store. There’s rows and rows and rows of clothes. He could cry.

“Just pick them out for me!” he begs, tugging on Red’s shirt. “You and Anti always get my clothes for me!”

“Because you were always stuck in your room!”

“I’m not supposed to - I - I know you say Anti’s not here, but I’m still not supposed to, I - ”

“You know what,” interrupts Max, before things can get too out of hand. “I think two options is a great idea. Why don’t we start with shirts, yeah?”

Dapper stares at him, breathing a little fast. Looking at him now, he almost seems familiar.

Dapper nods shortly.

“Okay,” says Max calmly. “Should we look at long-sleeve shirts or short-sleeve shirts?”

“I always wear long-sleeve shirts.”

“Okay. But do you want to wear long-sleeve shirts or short-sleeve shirts?”

“I’m not allowed to - ”

“I’m telling you you are allowed to,” says Red softly, touching his hand. “Come on, little man, take it easy. You can get whatever you want today.”

“When did you decide you were against all of Anti’s rules?”

“Come on, Dap. Let’s not do this. You were with me. You just get a little lost. I think you know what you want, buddy.”

“I don’t.”

“I think you do. Do you want to wear long-sleeve shirts or - ”

“I want to wear t-shirts!” shout Dapper’s hands.

Red’s mouth curls into a smile, a little laughter bubbling in his chest. “Okay. We - ”

“We’re in motherfucking South America! It’s like forty fucking degrees outside! Do I look like I’m goddamn cold-blooded?”

Red is trying not to crack up, his hand over his mouth.

“Am I headed to the opera? Am I seducing women at the king’s ball? Why the fuck do I have to wear a dress shirt every! Single! Goddamn day!”

“Your name is Dapper, even, he really likes you wearing - ”

“My name is Dapper! My name! He made this my brand! I don’t want to wear dress clothes and these horrible tight little shoes every day! They’re for special occasions! They’re supposed to be my nice clothes! For fun, for fancy days when it’s supposed to be fun to dress up! He’s ruined it, it’s not fun anymore, I used to love dressing up like this. Now I’ve killed people in these shoes! I’ve run for miles in these shoes, run until my feet bled in these shoes! Motherfucking high-collared shirt choking the life out of me, I’m like those French aristocrats with the puffy collars, black pants in the heat looking like a government agent or a classical harp player, motherfuck! Teaches me it’s stupid to talk like I’m from the 1920s, teaches me to swear, but thinks I’m at my cutest in an over-sized hoodie or a goddamn dress shirt. Does he - is it a kink, is that what it is, why does he make me - ”

“You are killing me, Dap, stop!” Red is heaving with laughter. “I’ve never seen you talk this much in your entire fucking life.”

“What is he saying?” asks Max, bewildered.

“He wants to wear - ”

“I want to wear T-SHIRTS,” sign-shouts Jameson, grabbing Red’s hand and dragging him towards the casual wear. “I want to wear T-SHIRTS and SNEAKERS and SHORTS, it’s hot as hell outside and I don’t have to be cute, I don’t want to, I’m - how old am I?”

“He wants to know how old he is, Max.”

“Oh, he’s like twenty-eight.”

“I’m like twenty-eight! Don’t have to be cute, goddamn! Buy me a t-shirt.”

“This is the best day of my life,” howls Red, grabbing Max’s hand on instinct to lead them after him. “I had no idea you could rant like that, baby brother, oh my fucking hell. Okay, we can get you whatever you want, haha, we can, can’t we, Max?”

“Whatever you want,” repeats Max, a little star-struck, hurrying after them with his hand in Red’s. “Yes, whatever you want.”

[atruththatyoudeny]

Monthly Reads | January 2020

Happy 28th! Time for some fic rec! Here are all the fics I read and loved this month. As always, all the love for the authors in this fandom ♥

✦ Foolishly Laying Our Hearts On The Table | runaway_train | friends to lovers - marriage proposal - pining - fluff - light angst - 11k “You think Harry wants that?” “Dunno. Maybe. Wanna make him happy.” Harry takes advantage of the red light he’s pulled up to turn and look properly at Louis’ face. He’s not even looking in Harry’s direction though, focused instead on something out of his side window, head drooped, mindlessly playing with the string of his hoodie between his fingers, lost in his own world somewhere. For some reason, it makes Harry’s spine straighten. “Because he’s your best mate?” Harry questions carefully. “He’s my boyfriend.” He couldn’t have heard him right. “What?” Louis releases a deep breath, still not turning around. Harry wonders who he thinks he’s talking to right now. “He’s so pretty. Want to kiss him all day long. And buy him a big house and give him presents and marry him.” Or The one where Harry is in love with his best friend Louis but doesn't think he stands a chance until some wisdom teeth and a rather unusual confession might just change his mind.

✦ We Can Go On Forever (When Everything’s Gone Forever) | jurassiclouis | a/b/o - mating rituals - fluff - 39k Harry spent most of his adult life focused on either his studies or his books - 5 of which he has already had published before he was 30. Immediately after completing his dissertation, he was offered a lectureship at Cambridge University where he’s been for 2 years now. This wasn’t the first time in his life that he had felt the incessant itch to know more about a subject by any means. However, this was the first time the subject had been an Omega.

✦ keep it sweet in your memory | Safetypinprince | cheating - emotional cheating - divorce - moral ambiguity - 17k 'How'd it go?' Harry pushes them into Niall's room and shuts the door behind him, so Georgia doesn't overhear. 'It was good. We just caught up, mostly... I may have done something a little stupid, though.' And Niall's eyebrows are in his hairline at that. 'I mean. Okay, so I invited Louis out on Saturday.' 'Saturday? Your--' 'Yes, my bachelor party...' and then Harry has to explain himself, 'I just felt guilty. I think. He was like. Telling me he wanted to hook up.' 'He WHAT!?' 'No. I mean, not with me. Like. He wants to go out and meet people.' 'He'll hate that. He's too much of a romantic.' 'Yeah, well. Whatever his name was messed him up a little, it would seem.'

✦ the way the storms blow | rbbsbb | friends to lovers - accidental voyeurism - pining - 21k Louis doesn’t have a habit of thinking about Harry’s dick. That would be weird, seeing as they’re best mates, and they share a flat, and they’ve spent holidays at each other’s family homes. Their friendship hasn’t ever risen to a point where Louis should want to see his mate’s dick, and he’s happy to keep it that way. Except, all that Louis can think about is exactly that. The size of it. The shape. The amount of people it’s been in. Maybe it’s the tequila talking, or the fact that Louis’ just recently walked in to an eyeful of Harry taking turns on some slags that he’s never seen before, but. Louis’ mind can’t stop obsessing over the idea.

✦ The Frying Pan and the Fire | embro | 22k Harry is a former child star who now works at a bar. Louis is an indie artist who wants Harry to be in his new music video. Harry is a grump and Louis is too chipper. Harry is straight and Louis is openly gay. Louis is determined and persistent and at some point Harry stops denying himself.

✦ But When We Kiss... | indiaalphawhiskey | PWP - age difference - Sugar Daddy - strangers to lovers - daddy kink - discipline kink - spoiling kink - 8k Louis only nodded, still smiling. “Right, okay. As much fun as this has been, I really doubt the lovely heated seating of my car will dull our banter. Or...” he dragged out the ‘r’, eyes mischievous. “Are you really going to let a…” he assessed Harry. “Twenty? Twenty year gap,” he confirmed. “Be the reason you get hypothermia? Is that really the hill you want to freeze on, Mr. Principled?” –– Or, while Harry and Louis adore the chase, they find they adore each other much, much more.

✦ thinking about the t-shirt you sleep in | nonsensedarling | a/b/o - emotional hurt/comfort - mutual pining - fluff - friends to lovers - 52k Harry's alpha fraternity donates to a local thrift shop (because of Liam's latent crush on a cute beta in his lecture). Louis' financial situation (and confusing omega instincts) lead him to make some interesting fashion purchases. Lots of pizza, feelings, and not-really-lying.

✦ beautiful sound beautiful noise | delsicle | Guardian Angels - strangers to lovers - famous/not famous - hurt/comfort - light angst - fluff - 53k Louis is a washed-up pop star who has spent nearly a year hiding away from the world. Harry is a guardian angel who is assigned to live with him for the summer. Neither of them quite get what they’re expecting.

✦ once bitten and twice shy | pinkcords | friends to lovers - enemies to lovers - Christmas - angst - mild homophobia - 19k This time as his stomach rolls, there’s no doubt about it. He’s going to vomit. And if he does, it’ll be on Louis’ shoes, a nice little parting gift to go with the embarrassment he’s caused the both of them. “I’m gonna throw up,” he says just as Louis turns to look at him, blue eyes swimming with shock and confusion, and asks, “Is that true?” Or, in a rush of bravery only senior year can bring, Harry confesses his feelings in a letter to his neighbor and best friend, Louis, only for the entire school to hear it and laugh him out of their small town in Wisconsin. Ten years later, Harry's a successful lawyer at Columbia Records, coming home for Christmas for the first time since he departed for college. He plans to work his way through the trip, eat his mom's cooking, and avoid everyone from his past for as long as possible. The only problem is best laid plans hardly ever go as intended.

✦ You Smell Like | mystic_believexx | pack dynamics - werewolves - human pack member - soulmates - friends to lovers - kid fic - scenting - 185k For her part, Jay took everything in her stride, barely batting an eyelid when Louis came into the kitchen the night Harry left and said, “I seem to have accidentally become the pack’s Alpha”. Ever since Harry left town, Louis’ found himself with the role of pack Alpha, despite being human. So he can’t wait to hand over the reins when Harry returns. Except, it’s not quite that simple… OR The one where Louis is the Alpha’s mate and everyone is aware of it except for Louis and Harry. Go figure!

✦ Strangers in Love | sweetums | slow burn - amnesia - car accidents - angst - light dom/sub - enemies to lovers - 42k Louis wakes up to find himself in a marriage with the last man he thought he'd ever end up with.

✦ Just Let Me Adore You | lovelarry10 | kid fic - fluff - single parents - famous/not famous - Christmas - strangers to lovers - 26k When Louis’ daughter presents him with a Christmas gift far beyond the price range of a four year old, he jumps to the worst of conclusions. He’s pleasantly surprised when he finds out how she isn’t as naughty as he thought she was, and who came to her rescue..

✦ Looking for something dumb to do | rainbowslovehl (Larrymateforlife) | meet-cute - marriage proposal - fluff - 4k Louis somehow gets coerced into accepting a challenge to propose to his crush. Somehow, the night doesn't end in a disaster.

✦ Meet Me Underneath The Mistletoe | 4ureyesonly28 | christmas - fluff - 9k Louis flies out to Chicago for business just before Christmas... His flight home is cancelled because of a snow storm and he ends up going to his colleague Niall's Christmas party where he meets the most gorgeous man he's ever seen. And if they end up under the mistletoe within less than an hour then that's nobody's business but theirs.

✦ Just Say Yes | GMTYUniverse | fake relationship - fake marriage - friends to lovers - university - 19k “Well, given that I’ve run all out of options - I’d like to propose,” Louis says with a sharp grin. ‘Propose what?’ Harry questions, frown on his face. ‘Honestly Louis, you’re in trouble here and we have to find a way that’ll allow you to stay. Now’s not the time to be cryptic.’ “I’m not being cryptic – I’m proposing, here.” He sits down on one knee and quickly fashions a ring out of the hair-tie he’s still got wrapped around his wrist. “Harry Styles – please marry me and make an honest, British citizen out of me.” -- or the one where Louis and Harry fake a marriage to keep Louis in Britain, and it's suspiciously easy, until it isn't anymore.

✦ Won't You Help Me Make This Wish Come True? | DuchessKitty16 | bucket list - grandparents - 13k Harry is determined to help his grandfather Richard get through his bucket list. Problem is, #3 on the list is to "propose to the pretty girl down the lane", who just happens to be the grandmother of Louis Tomlinson, the boy Harry had a crush on as a teen. Harry and Louis work together to make dreams come true and make a love connection between their grandparents. But will some magic spark between Louis and Harry along the way?

✦ Don't Call Me Angel | larryent | a/b/o - strip clubs - stripper/exotic dancer - 16k Manhattan is a dangerous playground for the rich and entitled Alphas of New York. Those same wealthy Alphas are robbed after spending one night in the presence of a blue-eyed Omega and Officer Styles is assigned to the case.

✦ i'll be yours for christmas | rina_a | christmas - fluff - 5k My family invited you to join our holiday meal as an obvious setup and i’m so sorry.

✦ The Goat Guy of Bethlehem | lululawrence | advent fic - christmas - fluff - humor - strangers to friends to lovers - 25k “What a pretty little thing!” a voice cried, catching Harry's attention. Harry looked up, assuming it was a merchant talking to Gemma or some other “citizen” of Bethlehem, but when he did, he found a woman with bright eyes and long dark hair walking over to him. “Me?” He wasn’t sure what to expect from any of this since she wasn’t a merchant he had met before. “Yes, you! I think you’d make a very good husband for my son. Are these your parents?” “Uh, yes?” Harry said, almost like a question. Robin and his mom just watched on with amusement, much to his chagrin. Turning to Anne and Robin, the merchant woman said, “I’ll give you six goats for the marriage of your son to mine.” Or every year, Harry and his family attend a church festival called Bethlehem. Harry's freshman year of high school Bethlehem expands, bringing in new vendors, including one that just might change everything for Harry. But first, he has to see if Anne and Robin are willing to part with him for the price of a few goats.

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Evak Fics - Dom/Sub

This list is for subby Isak. You may want to skip this if you don't like that characterization. I have included non smut and smut fics and I tried to put them into categories:

NO SMUT - Needy/Clingy, Soft/Shy, Stressed/Comfort, Protective/Possessive, Daddy Kink

SMUT - Stressed, Possessive/Protective, Daddy Kink, Gentle Dom, Dom/Sub, Bottom Isak, Others, Sugar Daddy, Long Fics

Here's a gifset of season 1 & 2 Isak by @jesyblack just for the heck of it.

Fics are under a read more:

********* NO SMUT **********

NEEDY/CLINGY

The Traffic Jam Conversation by dear_ida (1k words) - Isak and Even are stuck in traffic. Isak is a tad dramatic. Even is in love.

(Drunk) In Love by verlore_poplap (orphan_account) (1.5k words) - Isak falls in love at first sight. Too bad he's drunk off his ass when it happens.

take my hand (take my whole life too) by Anonymous (1.7k words) - Isak loves holding Even's hand. Light smut

I'll take care of you even if you're a brat by syubsyubsuga (1.8k words) - Isak is sick,Even takes care of him. He didn't know Isak could be a brat

Sweet by Lisforlove (1.9k words) - Isak is drunk and needy. Jonas pov

smoke in the air, binge drinking by boxesofflowers, Eeyoreneedsahug (2.3k words) - Isak accidentally gets wasted at a house party and Even is there for his boyfriend.

Sunshine in the Shade by MrsFredWeasley1996 (2.6k words) - sleepy Isak being all in love with Even

the kids are alright by Skamtrash (2.7k words) - Anxious Isak loses his friends at a music festival and starts panicking and crying. It's then that he meets Even.

too busy being yours to fall for somebody new by aestheticzjm (4.3k words) - light smut. the one in which 3rd year even sees 1st year isak at a party and is immediately transfixed.

Build Me Up Buttercup by sundaymournin (6.7k words) - isak turns nineteen and some stuff goes down with a familiar, blue eyed blonde

i have everything i need. here. with you by Skamtrash (6.9k words) - Isak and Even rely on each other for everything, they're dependent and clingy and very much meant to be. Everyone realizes it but them.

SOFT/SHY

The Bartender Series by evak1isak (SERIES, 2 fics) - Isak is a bartender who wears crop tops

secrets i have held in my heart by aestheticzjm (SERIES, 3 fics) - Penetrator Even, cocky Even, soft boys

Hoodies Laced With Love by givemepizza (378 words) - Even's hoodies

My Ideal by givemepizza (1.4k words) - Isak considers his boyfriend Even to be the epitome of perfection, and He feels quite insecure and lacking because of that.

Waking Up with Your Enemy by evak1isak (1.6k words) - Isak can't remember what he did last night, but he's woken up with a hangover, in his underwear and in the bed of the boy he loathes the most

Neon Party: Redux by givemesumaurgravy (1.7k words) - Noora didn’t come home and interrupt Isak and Even

Covered In Gold by wyoheartsmusic (1.7k words) - In this universe, Isak is a little younger and a little less jaded when he meets Even.

Love in a Color by alijan (2k words) - One of Even's favorite activities is making Isak blush.

After Midnight by dear_ida (2.1k words) - Even's bitter about having to work New Year's Eve. Seeing his boy makes it better.

the only heaven i'll be sent to is when i'm alone with you by aestheticzjm (2.8k words) - isak and even ride the same bus home and isak develops a crush.

chanel by ohsusie (3k words) - isak likes skirts and pretty underwear. he's not sure even would be so happy about it.

Sharing beds by evak1isak (4.6k words) - Isak shares a bed with Jonas' flat mate, Even. And from that moment on he develops a crush

Safest With You (Green Curtains) by eavk (5.3k words) - Isak keeps staying up too late studying at the library, but luckily there's an escort service that gives students a buddy to walk with to keep safe at night.

closer to free by Skamtrash (7.7k words) - Even works at a coffee shop that Isak always studies in and Even has been crushing on him from afar for way too long so Elias makes them happen. Isak has a past. Light smut

STRESSED/COMFORT

I'll be there by Wolle19 (SERIES, 2 fics) - Mpreg. In the first fic, Even had to be away from Isak and their baby for a while

holding onto you for dear life by boxesofflowers, Eeyoreneedsahug (527 words) - Isak has a nightmare. Even cuddles him.

the sweetest thing by BeingAPartOfSomethingSpecial (555 words) - Isak hasn't been sleeping again. Even is in full soft-boyfriend mode.

bloom later by neptunebaby (1.2k words) - After a stressful day of work at the hospital, Isak comes home to unravel with Even

Now let me take care of you by Treehouse (1.4k words) - Isak is exhausted. Even gets to take care of him.

until we fall asleep by strangetowns (2.2k words) - Even and Isak stay up past midnight.

Well, What Did You Expect When You Told Me To Get My Shit? by LavenderWater (3.5k words) - Isak is stressed and exhausted from all of his school work and during a fight tells Even to get his shit and leave.

PROTECTIVE/POSSESSIVE

i'll defend your every breath by wolfsbanex (806 words) - a game of truth and dare escalates and Even defends his boyfriend.

citizen erased by theyellowcurtains (865 words) - What happened after Isak got punched

that boy is mine by orphan_account (1k words) - someone tries to touch Isak while he's drunk at a party. Angry, dangerous Even

spill yourself in fearing to be spilt by withoutwords (1k words) - someone flirts with Isak and Even gets jealous/possessive

Don't You Let Me Go Tonight by isakbeanie (1.1k words) - Isak gets tipsy at a party and Even gets jealous about some things that go down.

We are by ReadingDreams07 (1.4k words) - Isak starts to do more PDA because the first years wouldn’t stop looking at this boyfriend.

Don't touch Isak by radiantsilver (1.8k words) - Ex stripper Isak. Dangerous Even. Even is soft for Isak but he's not so soft when someone messes with Isak

The one with the narcos by radiantsilver (2.7k words) - Even is a narco lord. He's making a deal with a not so convincing man who's trying to bribe him with hookers, but he doesn't know about his husband Isak.

i can’t handle no liquor by boxesofflowers, Eeyoreneedsahug (3.1k words) - Isak trying to stay sober with Even goes wrong.

sixteen going on seventeen by sundaymournin (5.5k words) - “I don’t know why you always go after weird, older guys. You’re a baby.” “I’m sixteen. I’m not a baby.”

I'll Wait For You by photographer_of_thoughts (8.2k words) - The AU in which Isak and Even didn't get a chance to save each other at Nissen. But time is a funny thing.

DADDY KINK

Spank Me Patriarchy by nyicris (773 words) - What happens when the Feminist and Woke™ Noora finds –a blindfolded and tied up – Isak calling Even ‘daddy’?

Daddy's Tattoo by evak1isak (959 words) - Isak wants to get two tattoos, one of them designed by Even to mark him.

yayo by neptunebaby (1k words) - Isak wears panties and puts on a little show for Even. Lapdance

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********** SMUT **********

Stressed

soft by isaksforelsket (1.4k words) - Isak just wants Even to help him relax

Watching Over You by lavishsqualor (2k words) - In which Even knows exactly how to loosen his boy up. Daddy kink

i fill the tub up halfway then ride it with my surfboard by orphan_account (3.4k words) - “Take care of me,” Isak whispers

ivory by ohsusie (6k words) - Gentle Daddy, Isak has an oral fixation

POSSESSIVE/PROTECTIVE

ride it, my pony by LouisCutie (1.8k words) - Isak gets turned on by Even's protectiveness and gives him a strip tease

come again, get me excited by ourheartsintertwined (1.8k words) - Isak flirts with another guy and Even punishes him

i may be bad but i'm perfectly good at it by orphan_account (2.2k words) - Isak knows Even is mad. And he has the right to, Isak can’t deny that he would be mad too, if the roles were reversed. Isak dances with some other guy. Daddy kink, spanking

ride on you baby by LouisCutie (2.7k words) - Isak gets jealous and rides Even for the first time

taking care by orphan_account (4.9k words) - There's a new man in Isak's life. Even doesn't notice the signs until it's too late

give me gold by orphan_account (5k words) - Isak doesn’t realize how much Even actually does for him until he meets his friends from Bakka. It doesn't go as well as he'd hoped. Sugar Daddy. Even comforts Isak. Coming untouched

DADDY KINK

Baby boy by Violetsroses (1k words) - Isak is a lazy whore that needs to be fucked a lot (gotta love that summary). Subspace

Teddy Bear by evak1isak (1.3k words) - Even comes home to find Isak playing dirty games with the plus sized teddy bear he had gifted him

Cotton Candy Pink by riyku (1.4k words) - It's the kinda place where a seventeen year old boy in knee highs and a short schoolgirl skirt can belly up to the bar and order a beer for himself and another for his boyfriend, and the bartender won't say a word. Semi-public. Plug

can't keep my hands off by theyellowcurtains (1.7k words) - Riding. Spanking

Baby come light me up, and baby I'll let you on it by vildehellerad (1.8k words) - Even finds a pair of panties in Isak's laundry.

Hit it Like You Want it by Smallcandy (1.8k words) - Isak looked at Even over his shoulder and took two of his painted fingers to his mouth and started licking and sucking them.

you can be the boss by neptunebaby (2k words) - Isak likes for Even to take control in bed, and Even likes to take control for Isak. Pet names

baby kiss me thru the phone by LouisCutie (2.5k words) - Isak's horny and misses his boyfriend. He calls him. Dirty talk. Spanking

Starry Nights by sensualstalker (3.6k words) - Even and Isak go to the cabin to look at the stars and they have a bangin time that ends in cuddles. Hand and finger kink

you so bad boy, drive me mad boy by voidskam (3.9k words) - "You're so immature, and shameless," Isak says, rolling his eyes again and continuing to look through the fridge. "Is that all?" Even asks after blowing out smoke, "Or is there more?" Bad boy Even

slid the panties right to the side, ain't got the time to take draws off by orphan_account (4k words) - panties, pet names

Wanna be with you all alone, take me home, take me home by SkamLS (skamLS) (4.7k words) - Isak is horny. Even takes care of it

Gymslip by DiscoNight (6.5k words) - Isak wakes up grumpy and Even decides to teach him a lesson, which goes a little further than he expected. Exhibitionism, D/S, punishment, possessive Even, brief sexual harassment (by other people)

I’m Not That Innocent by orphan_account (6.9k words) - Halloween. Britney costume. Rimming

i won't deny it, i'm not trying to hide it by orphan_account (10k words) - Even buys Isak a choker. Featuring panties, choking

do you want me (dead)? by theyellowcurtains (13k words) - Isak broke Even’s number one rule and he needs to be punished for it. Featuring plugs, rimming, Jonas in chapter 3

GENTLE DOM

you look pretty good down here by LouisCutie (2.2k words) - Isak is sick and Even is the most wonderful, caring boyfriend. Rimming

floating upon the surface by Misscaitlin_g (2.3k words) - Isak in subspace.

i need a man that makes it right by orphan_account (5.7k words) - Isak is just about to come, but then Even’s pulling out and kissing along his jaw, murmuring, “Don’t come yet, baby.” Edging, allusions to subspace, holding hands

melt me down (i'm like wax to your jokes) by empty_venom (6.1k words) - Part 2 of the cheerleader costume fic. Pet names, praising  

DOM/SUB

santa, baby by empty_venom (SERIES, 14 fics) - There's a lot in this series involving advent calendar. Spooning, panties, choker, remote-controlled butt plug, bratty Isak, sex tape, pet names, spanking, bath tub, dildo, boy squad

just a touch of your love by orphan_account (SERIES, 3/4 fics have smut) - 1st year Isak. 3rd year Even. Even calls Isak little one. belly bulging, car sex, public sex

Glorious We Transcend by verlore_poplap (orphan_account) (680 words) - Isak likes punishing himself for silly things. He likes it more when Even does it. Overstimulation. Subspace. After care

bodies on fire by neptunebaby (1.4k words) -  isak wants fast, but even teaches him slow  

Grumpy Isak (one shot) by allthespices (1.5k words) - Isak had been playing video games all day, but Even wants to have some fun.

when i'm alone with you by shadeandadidas (1.6k words) - Isak Valtersen was shy. Which is why it didn’t surprise Even at all when the shyness and softness and sweetness carried over into their bedroom activities. 

Playing video games by evak1isak (1.8k words) - Isak comes home horny to find Even playing video games with his friends. Needy Isak. Exhibitionism

Frisky by evaksskam (1.8k words) - “Officer, I know you’re frisking me and all, but what the fuck? Your hand is on my dick?” Isak asked, trying to keep calm.

Venus by Skamtrash (2k words) - Even buys Isak a buttplug and tells him to wear it all day in school. Isak's desperate, he's horny and Even fucks him into oblivion.

What up, glitter dick by Wrappedbubble (2k words) - Consensual non-con, light bondage, coming untouched, toys, role play

spoiled by orphan_account (2.3k words) - Sometimes, Isak can be a brat. Even knows just how to take care of him. Praise kink

recovery by Skamtrash (2.3k words) - After Isaks heated conversation with his dad and lashing out on Even, Even knows exactly what he needs to do. Spanking, fingering

I'm all yours by Skamtrash (2.7k words) - bad boy even + rough sex. bondage. controlling

Pour Some Sugar On Me by staylucky (2.7k words) - Isak's put on some Halloween weight and feels self-conscious about it until Even shows him just how much he loves Isak's body, whatever size. Rough sex, dirty talk, spanking

Small Death by Laika_the_husband (3.2k words) - Anonymous sex, unsafe sex, choking, rough sex. Isak wants the danger and Even obliges

Bad Boy Even by Skamtrash (3.5k words) -  Even is a scary bad boy who hates everyone and everything but Isak is cute and smol and he can't help but love him. Fruits, ice. Light dom

i will wrap you in my arms and you will know that you are saved by staylucky (3.5k words) - During a lazy morning in bed, Isak becomes transfixed by Even's teeth. Biting. Spanking. Dirty talk

fuck me & feed me by orphan_account (4.2k words) - Light d/s. Weight gain, body worship, praise kink, rimming

the furry fic by chokingonroses (4.2k words) - Kitten costume. Plug. Rimming

Silk Ties by TheFilthWithin (Flatfootmonster) (4.3k words) - Sensory play, blindfold, ice

on the verge, now submerge, i'm your church by orphan_account (4.5k words) - Even has a huge dick. They fuck in his parents' house. Light d/s. Belly bulging, overstimulation

Command by cami_soul (4.5k words) -  Even gets Isak alone and stripped down to his pink panties. Praise kink, rimming

the morning on the your skin and loved up light by staylucky (5k words) - Isak tries to take a creeper shot of the hot stranger on the tram, when his flash goes off. Barebacking, bratty Isak, rough sex

don't want you to get it on with nobody else but me (i'm selfish, i'm obscene) by empty_venom (5.4k words) - The thing is, Even really likes getting his dick wet. Deepthroating. Coming untouched. Snowballing. Dirty talk

we're lost in the heat of the moment (and i'm moving in you) by empty_venom (6.3k words) - Even fingers Isak in front of people. Isak in a cheerleader outfit

Jailbait by starlesspappillon (8.1k words) - make sure to read the warnings. one of the chapters have dubcon. different kinks

Beat that Record by Dutten (81k words) - First chapter is all smut (chapters 2 and 3 are plot heavy). Subspace, overstimulation, multiple orgasm, coming untouched

BOTTOM ISAK

oh baby don't you know i suffer, oh baby can you hear me moan by theyellowcurtains (550 words) - Isak loves sucking Even off, Even loves doing filthy things to Isak after. Even also loves that Isak is crazy about being overstimulated.

from belly rubs to something else by vodkabunny (837 words) - Isak's new belly button piercing turns Even on.

Gag Order by riyku (1.4k words) - Dirty talk

someone who knows how to ride, without even falling off by orphan_account (1.5k words) - Isak rides Even in a hammock.

wreck me by Skamtrash (1.5k words) - Isak gets dicked down at 2am in his boyfriend's parents house. Belly bulging

after, definitely after. by yourelectriclove (1.6k words) - Pet names, riding, cum eating

I'm Gon' Ride on You Baby All Night by Dutten (2.3k words) - their friends walk in on them

poolside convo by ohsusie (2.4k words) - even fucks isak's thighs in a pool

stolt by isaksforelsket (2.5k words) - Birthday and pride month. Pet names

Back to the Backseat by sherllycolmpels (2.7k words) - Isak and Even are doing it in the backseat of their car

ride it, cowboy by orphan_account (2.7k words) - Even sees Isak ride a mechanical bull and then gets him to ride Even

just a little bit out of my limit by theyellowcurtains (3k words) - Isak is pissed about where he got placed for work experience, that is until he meets his fine ass supervisor. Belly bulging, overstimulation, multiple orgasms

that soft perfect spot by reasoniwantyoutostay (3.1k words) - Even is obsessed with a certain soft perfect spot that always makes Isak tremble.

can't take my eyes of you by orphan_account (3.1k words) - cute boyfriends in the morning who simply cant keep their hands of each other

i had the sexiest dream by reasoniwantyoutostay (3.2k words) - Even discovers Isak having a wet dream. Rimming, comeplay, pretty hole is said a lot

aren't you something to admire by orphan_account (3.4k words) - Even fucks Isak in front of a mirror. "Kitten", coming untouched, praising

You Think You Can Be Quiet, Baby? by Victory4 (3.8k words) - Isak think's he'll win a little sexual competition between him and Even, and discovers how truly wrong he is. Hand on mouth kink

show me with your body baby by yourelectriclove (4k words) - Balcony. That's all I'm saying

red by evak1isak (4k words) - Isak is obsessed with Even's red russ uniform. Featuring exhibitionism, riding, praise kink, no lube

baby won't you let me get it wet by orphan_account (5k words) - Isak gets eaten out for the first time.

mark me up (say I'm yours) by orphan_account (5.1k words) - Isak has never thought about getting choked and spanked until really its all he can think about. Pain kink

sweet dreams turns into fucking in the morning by orphan_account (5.3k words) - Even wakes up to a surprise on the morning of his graduation. crop top, riding

I Feel Your Skin (Smooth As Silk) by CouldBeBlue (5.6k words) - Isak shaves his legs. Praising

Yours Always by Skamtrash (6.3k words) - AU where deaf Isak loves everything about the universe and Even loves everything about Isak. Shy Isak

i tried to be strong but i lost it (i knew it was wrong, i’m beyond it) by orphan_account (6.3k words) - Even has a thing for his intern, Isak has a thing for his boss. Age difference

for him. by Skamtrash (7.4k  words) - Isak finds out the online relationship he's been having is with Oslo's biggest movie director, Even Bech Næsheim

Winter Cabin by alijan (7.5 words) - Isak and Even go to the winter cabin with the boys. Shy Isak. Cabin smut

When I See You, I Keep Getting Chills by plumclouds (8.8k words) - Isak is asked to be Even's tutor by his teachers. It doesn't go like anyone's expecting it to. Bad boy Even

RoadHead by Skamtrash (15k words) - Even and Isak are on a roadtrip to Even's cousins house to ring in the summer. roadhead, car sex, overstimulation, public sex

Rock Hard Paper Scissors by skamsnake (16k words) - second chapter has bottom Even. oral fixation, christmas

OTHERS

The Air Near My Fingers by riyku (1.1k words) - Spanking

Versatile by anaisanais (1.2k words) - Even is versatile

all he wants to do is party with his pretty baby by orphan_account (1.3k words) - Even and Isak attend Even's very first movie's premiere and Isak gets so needy. Rimming, fingering, blowjob

wanna feel your heart and soul inside of me by orphan_account (1.5k words) - Fisting

Heaven by Skamtrash (1.9k words) - Isak wants Even to finger him again

Lørdag 09:21 by unfancyandy (2k words) - Isak wakes up before Even one Saturday morning. Pet names

come undone by Skamtrash (2.2k words) - Four times Isak gets embarrassed in front of Even. Premature ejaculation

hot thoughts melting my mind by orphan_account (2.6k words) - Isak can't stop thinking about Even choking him. Even can't stop thinking about choking Isak.

let me work it by yourelectriclove (2.9k words) - even has stubble and isak loves it a little too much. stubble burn

Peep Show by riyku (3.5k words) - This might be the kinkiest thing Isak's ever done, the only kinky thing he's ever done, but he's committed to it by now, and screw it, he's gonna give this guy something worth watching. Voyeurism. Comeplay

Summer by DickAnderton (5.8k words) - Isak and Even have been crushing on each other for a whole year when their paths finally cross at a hipster music festival during summer break and they spend the night together.

The First day of Autumn by sherllycolmpels (8k words) - Isak and Even try to bake some apple and cinnamon muffins together, and let's say they're more making out and being soft boyfriends than baking. light smut

House Edge by panshambles, skamsnake (15k words) - Isak wants to try edging just because Even did it before. It's a competition. Light d/s.

SUGAR DADDY

life support by Skamtrash (12k words) - Isak is behind on rent, Eskild jokingly suggests a sugar daddy. He knows its a crazy idea but he's desperate and seeks one out but fate has other plans

Didn't See This Coming by givemesumaurgravy (26k words) - Isak is behind on his rent again and Eskild has the bright idea to sign him up for a Sugar Daddy dating website.

Club Avfall by RobronSugdenDingle (44k words) - Illegal drugs and strip clubs are Isak's life. Money from his boyfriend, the owner of Club Avfall who is also his sugar daddy can definitely complicate things.

I Don't Need Saving by Skamtrash (47k words) - Isak has a traumatic past. He's a stripper to pay for med school. When he meets Even after he pays for a private session for a night, they continue to see each other and Isak learns to fall in love. Lowkey sugar daddy

Old Money by twentyonetwentyone (100k words) - Pretty Woman au

LONG FICS

Neko verse by Laika_the_husband (SERIES, 4 one shots, 1 long fic) - Tomcat!Even meets a scared Kitten!Isak and brings him home for hot sex.

Skamløs by Skamtrash (18k words) - Even is Isak's professor and they have a thing going on

Hard Knocks by DiscoNight (25k words) - Even's depressive episodes are difficult for both him and Isak to cope with. When a frightening experience leaves Isak unable to talk to his friends, and not wishing to impact further on Even's current state of mind, things go from bad to worse. Lot's of angst

We Found the Stars by Sabeley (39k words) - Call Me by Your Name AU

Red roses & cotton candy by dantetrieswriting (56k words) - A rose. He gave Isak a fucking red rose. Doesn't matter, Isak was still not interested. Or at least that's what he kept telling himself. Bad boy Even

Drowning in your love by depressed_mermaid_53 (62k words) - Even is captain of the swim team. Isak and the boy squad join the team. First year Isak

my sweet prince (you are the one) by isaksforelsket (67k words) - After meeting Isak, the younger brother of his friend Lea, Even becomes infatuated with the boy and no matter how hard he tries, he can't seem to stay away.

The Oceans Shall Freeze by DiscoNight, realityiwanted (121k words) - The viking au. Even the berserker sees Isak and immediately  wants him.

Smutty Tumblr Prompts and Drabbles by isaksforelsket (WIP) - A collection of fics 

let me be yours by isaksforelsket (WIP) - Penetrator Even, snarky Isak

"You don't know it yet, Isak Valtersen, but you're mine" // Secret Admirer AU by Jules_poupard (WIP) - Isak has a secret admirer. Possessive Even. Daddy kink

[immortal-imagines]

Hot For Teacher - Part 1

Summary: Crushing on your new, hot neighbour is one thing, but when he turns out to also be your professor; well, that’s another story.

Part 2, Part 3, Part 4,  Part 5,  Part 6 Part 7

(Professor!Gwilym Lee x Reader)

Warnings: Smut, swearing, fluff

Word Count: 1,725

A/N: Here we are, my first smut. Well, it’s somewhat smutty. In comparison to other things, this series is probably extremely tame! Just addressing my kink and one true love Gwilym. Judge me as you will! Hope you enjoy this series! Also, shoot-out to my girl Cara ( @rogerina-is-hotter-than-me ) for encouraging me to do this! Send some love to her and her awesome blog!

The apartment building rarely got new arrivals, but with the end of the term came exam results and, as it turned out, your neighbour didn’t pass. One minute she was a prominent member of the block, with her loud, late night parties. The next, her apartment was empty and she was on her way back home to her parents. Well, you thought, What a waste of tuition money.

Aside from her, you had been the only student in that building. You had specifically chosen an area that was a fair distance away from the university, mostly because you didn’t want to have to deal with the wild parties. That plan had failed. You did feel a little sorry for your neighbour, but also extremely grateful because finally you could have some peace and quiet. You just hoped the next person to move in would be a little more respectful.

You sat on your bed in your room, a book on your lap, glasses balanced on the end of your nose. Your phone rested between the pages of the book. A YouTube video displaying the latest drama online was playing. You had tried to focus on the thousand-page epic that your lecturer had set you before the term had ended, but it was just so damn boring. Thankfully, that lecturer had gone on maternity leave. Perhaps the new one would be more considerate with the work load. As the summer holiday was coming to a close and the new term rapidly approached, you should have been cramming. However, the internet tea seemed far more interesting.

“For fucks sake,” you heard a man’s voice grunt through the wall. Pausing the video, you stood and walked out of your room and towards the front door. Peering through the peep-hole, you tried to see the source of the commotion. A tall, dark-haired man was heaving boxes into the apartment next door. He was dressed in a white, button-up shirt, which was only partially done up, and grey suit trousers. An unusual outfit for moving, you thought. He ran his hand through his hair, sighing out of frustration. You smiled a little to yourself. This man could have as many parties as he wanted. He was far too handsome to argue with. You felt like your legs might just turn to jelly at the prospect of confronting him.

Regardless of the butterflies in your stomach, you let your rational side take a backseat. Where was the harm in seeing if this attractive stranger needed help moving in? You checked your reflection in the hallway mirror, grateful that you’d showered this morning. Your hair was tied in a messy bun and you wore an over-sized hoody. Not bad, you thought, Suitably suggestive.

You pushed your glasses up your nose and opened the front door. Leaning against the door frame, you said, “Can I help you with that?”

The man looked up, his blue eyes making you melt. Your confidence faltered under his gaze. As if things couldn’t get anymore difficult, he smiled, a perfect, lopsided grin that would stop traffic. Okay, a little overdramatic, you thought, Pull it together, (Y/N).

The man set down the box that was in his arms and straightened up. He held out a hand, which you shook. “Gwilym,” he said, “Nice to meet you.”

“(Y/N),” you smiled back, “Welcome to the building.”

“Thanks,” Gwilym replied, “You lived here long?”

“About a year now,” you said. In a sudden burst of confidence, you added, “Want to come inside for a cuppa? Take a break before you start heavy-lifting again?”

Gwilym chuckled, rubbing his beard, “You know what? That sounds amazing.” He kicked one of the boxes into his apartment and pushed the door shut. You walked into your own, with him close behind. You were instantly very conscious of the mess your living room was in. Although you took pride in being neat most of the time, the last couple of weeks had caused things to pile up. Trying to fit in all the uni work you were behind on had left little time for cleaning. Books and papers were strewn over the coffee table, along with empty mugs and pizza boxes. You picked a few of them up and threw them in the recycling.

“Sorry about the mess,” you said, blushing slightly, “It’s been a bit hectic around here.”

Gwilym laughed, picking up a copy of The Handmaids Tale, which had seemingly become a coaster judging by the rings on the cover. “You have good taste,” he complimented.

“It’s one of my favourites,” you smiled, gesturing to the well-thumbed pages and creased spine of the book. “Take a seat,” you pointed to the sofa, one of the few empty surfaces in the room. “How do you take your tea?”

Gwilym sat down, “Milk, no sugar.” You nodded and disappeared into the kitchen. You returned a few minutes later with two mugs, to find Gwilym flicking through one of the notepads that had been left open.

“You wrote this?” he asked, holding up it up.

“Yeah,” you said, “Just a little story I’m working on.” You grimaced when you saw which one of the many projects that you’d started he was reading. It was a pretty dark horror short story, one which many would be weirded out by.

“It’s really good,” he complimented. He put it down and took the mug from you. You sat down next to him, tucking your legs up under yourself, your foot accidentally brushing his leg as you did so. You winced, but couldn’t help the small part of you that felt a burst of electric upon contact. Instead of dwelling on it, you sad, “Thanks,” and took a sip of the tea.

“What brings you here?” you asked, hoping he hadn’t noticed the lapse in your confidence. Whether he had or not was unclear, but he shifted in his position so he faced you. His arm rested on the back of the sofa, just behind your head, the mug of tea in his other hand. There it was again, that spark.

“Work. I just got a new job up here, so decided to move closer, rather than commuting,” he said. You nodded, setting your mug down on the table.

“How old are you?” he asked, abruptly. Your confused expression caused pick to creep onto his cheeks. “Sorry, that was rude of me.”

“No, no, it’s okay,” you laughed, “I’m 24. Just starting my third year of uni. I was a late starter. I made the smart idea to go travelling with my boyfriend after school.”

Gwilym’s smile faltered at the word ‘boyfriend’.

“Ex-boyfriend, I should say,” you clarified, though you weren’t sure why you needed to. “He turned out to be a bit of an ass. Broke up with me in Rome and caught a plane back to England by himself.” You shrugged, “I had a great time without him though.”

Gwilym smiled, thoughtfully.

“How about you?” you asked, “If you don’t mind me asking.”

“Just turned 30,” he said, “And I’m a teacher. I’ve not been to Rome, though I’ve always wanted to.”

“It’s beautiful,” you said. You moved a little, to prevent your foot from cramping. You leg was now resting against his, whether by accident or on purpose. You weren’t going to admit that.

Absentmindedly, Gwilym’s fingers began playing with the loose strands of your hair that had escaped the bun. Ordinarily, you wouldn’t kiss a stranger. Who were you kidding? You’d kissed plenty of strangers. But usually you were drunk and in a club. Now, you were completely sober and sitting in your own home with your new neighbour, who was several years older than you. You couldn’t help the rush of warmth that spread to your core. Without thinking, you leant forward and pressed your lips to his. He immediately reacted, pulling your body towards him, his tongue gliding over your lips. His hands went to your face, holding it between his palms. You reached up and pulled the bun from the scrunchie, allowing his fingers to thread through your hair. You wrapped your arms around his neck. Before you could go any further, he pulled away.

Your face was flushed and his looked the same. You felt slightly embarrassed. Had he not wanted to kiss you? You’d met this man ten minutes ago. That was rushed, even for you. But, then again, he kissed you back.

Your rambling thoughts were interrupted, when he said, “Sorry, I don’t make a habit of kissing people I’ve only just met.”

You let out a shaky breath and smiled, your eyes darting up to meet his for a second. He ran a hand through his hair. There was an awkward pause. All you wanted to do was kiss him again. It had felt like fireworks. Now, you weren’t so sure if he wanted to do the same.

He cleared his throat and stood. “I should be going,” he said, walking to the door, “Got to finish unpacking. Thank you for the tea.” He opened the door and left without another word.

You sat for a moment in silence, not entirely sure how to read the situation. You figured you’d embarrassed yourself and leaving your apartment was no longer an option. Either that or you’d have to sneak to uni very early and hope he wasn’t on his way to work at the same time.

You groaned and flopped back on the sofa, covering your face with your hands. Why did you have to think with your vagina instead of your head? That is not how you greet the new neighbour.

Whilst you were dwelling on how embarrassed you were, Gwilym had managed to get the final boxes into his apartment. He sat on his bed, looking at the mess he had yet to unpack. He couldn’t even begin to think about that at the moment, when his thoughts were clouded with the image of you, just the other side of the wall. His lips were tingling, still feeling the aftereffects of yours. He sunk back on the bed and sighed. His trousers had grown a little tighter and he wished he’d stayed. However, that wasn’t the best idea. Regardless of the small age gap between you, he didn’t want things to be awkward. Unfortunately, it seemed too late for that.

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[littlemisskookie]

Hades

Hades Prologue Poseidon Aphrodite Ares Artemis Interlude Hades Hermes Zeus Ship: Yoongi | Reader Description: You meet a rather dreamy- albeit annoying, new kid who sweeps you off your feet. Too bad it’s in the middle of a series of murders around town. Warnings: Daddy Kink, Spanking, Anal, Ass-Play, Degrading, Intercourse, Blowjob, Handjob, Dirty Talk, D/S themes, Fingering, Oral, Orgasm Denial, Overstimulation, Violence, Death, Angst, Horror Word Count: 9,487 A/N: Yay! Finally finished!

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"I can't believe that another one was killed last night," your friend Rosé shuddered, scrolling through the latest news. "I mean, how could they have not caught them yet? It's insane."

"Mhm," you groggily mumbled along, eyes firmly shut, and your head leaning against your hand, propped up by the elbow against the desk. God, you were so tired. When was this class going to end? You'd be at home sleeping if attendance wasn't a 15% part of your semester average.

"Listen to this- the latest victim is a girl our age. The first one an old man, the second a little boy, the third a middle-aged woman, and on and on- but this is the first one with a college student!" Rosé gasped. "God, I know they're going for literally anyone they could get their hands on, but this just gets me more scared. Doesn't it? Aviva? Aviva, are you even listening to me?"

"Mhm," you murmur again. Honestly, what was the point of coming to this 7 AM class when you were too tired to learn anything, and Rosé was always too busy chattering in your ear?

Rosé rolled her eyes. "You know, I don't see why you don't get any sleep. You haven't gotten a wink it seems. You're too pent up on coffee?"

"No," you say, not daring to open your eyes. "I'm just scared."

"Because of the killer?" She scoffed. "They only come out at night, with their victims in the street. I mean, sure, I wouldn't put it past them to break in- but even I'm able to rest easier behind locked doors."

"Sure," you hum again, feeling the impending drowsiness come over you. There were murders going around town, true. Rather gruesome, actually. Sometimes the body was beaten with a bat, otherwise stabbed in the face numerous times. But each time they'd have their veins halfway ripped from their forearms, dangling out. That, and they'd also have their finger and toenails ripped out, scattered around their corpse. More times than not the eyes would be dangling out of their sockets, still attached. Almost as though someone stuck their finger in there, dug it around, and popped it out. You didn't like thinking about it.

"Are you talking about the murders?" a new voice emerges. It sounded like one you didn't recognize.

"Yeah," your friend answers. "Say, aren't you the new kid? Min Yoongi, right? Sorry you had to transfer here in the middle of these murders. Must make you want to go back home, huh?"

Yoongi shrugs. "Home's kinda depressing. Besides, there's death everywhere, I suppose."

"I guess that's true," Rosé nods but has a pout on her face. She looks at you with annoyance, your snoring being heard.

Yoongi swiped your elbow off the desk but places his palm on the desk for your forehead to bounce off of. You snap up, awake, staring up at the stranger.

"Fucking hell, what's your problem, asshole?" you exclaim, infuriated.

"It's rude to fall asleep during a conversation," he smirked slightly. "Besides, class is almost over."

You see your friend laughing, to which you return a glare. Looking back at the man, you give him a once over. "Well, I certainly didn't need your help. A nice tap on the shoulder would've sufficed."

"That wouldn't have worked," he says. "Trust me, I know."

"Aren't you that new kid?" you ask him.

"The name's Yoongi. I suggest you learn it," he smiles, cocking his head to the side. Fuck, he was hot. Annoyingly so. You wanted to slap the stupid grin off his face. Well, maybe you also wanted to make out with it. What if you kissed him then slapped him? It's not like he would see it coming.

You shook the thoughts from your head, unsure about this smoldering attraction you had to the man. "Dickwad suits you better, fuckface."

"Which is it?" Yoongi questions, amused by your hot-tempered attitude.

"Whatever the hell I want it to be," you countered.

"Would you two who are arguing please leave the classroom? You're causing a disturbance," your teacher yelled, causing your cheeks to burn with embarrassment.

Rosé snickers, giving a falsely sympathetic smile. "I'll see you after class," she whispers as you begrudgingly get your stuff. You glare back, giving a huff. At least class was almost over.

Yoongi gets his stuff as well, cocking his arm out as though to escort you. You roll your eyes, shoving past him and marching out. The minute you were out the door you tossed your bag against the wall and sat down. Yoongi soon exited as well, sitting beside you.

"Why're you waiting outside the classroom?" Yoongi asks you as he sinks down.

"Rosé is my ride," you huff, glaring at him. "What do you want?"

"Well, I feel bad for getting you kicked out of class," he admits quietly, a calm, serene expression on his face. You were surprised by his genuine expression, and how he genuinely seemed to be sorry for his actions. His eyes were pretty, you noted. Dark. Kind of like little black holes you could see yourself diving into to escape this universe. If only. "Though it was kinda your fault for screaming so much."

And then it was gone.

You rolled your eyes. "You're the one who knocked my head off."

"You were the one sleeping in class- if you were caught snoring you would've embarrassed yourself further. You're lucky I took the fall with you."

"I do not snore!" you defend, gawking at him.

He gave you a gummy smile, and despite how rude and cocky he seemed, butterflies flew in your stomach. Fuck this dreamy and obnoxious new kid for being so damn attractive but not having the personality to make you willingly head over heels. "Oh, you definitely do."

"Well then, thank you for being my knight in shining armor," you sputter sarcastically, oozing with the venom you intended it to have. "But I don't need rescuing."

"I know," he says softly. There's a moment of silence that hung between the two of you, and you felt awkward, simply staring down at your feet.

You hear the air conditioner in the hallway turn on, and soon enough goosebumps begin to prickle along your arms. You rub them, cursing yourself for not wearing long sleeves. Yoongi begins to tug off his hoodie, and you look at him in alarm.

"What are you doing? It's freezing," you say.

"Exactly," he notes. "I'm giving you my hoodie."

"What? No! You don't have to do that," you assure him.

"I'm just being polite," he rolls his eyes. "Do you want the hoodie or not?"

You pause for a moment, thinking it over. You hang your head low, not daring to look him in those dazzling eyes as you hold your hand out reluctantly. "Yes, please."

You were sure he was wearing a grin, and you feel his cold hand touch yours as he hands you the hoodie. You look up at him, startled. "Oh my god, your hands are freezing!" They seriously felt as though they were made of ice.

"Yeah, they are," he says.

"Are you sure you're not the one who needs a hoodie?" you ask him.

"Don't worry about me. My hands are cold no matter what I do," he assures you. You stare at him for a moment, but decide to slip on the hoodie. There was always something comforting about wearing guy clothes. How it would smell like their cologne and it was many sizes too big for you. Yoongi's hoodie oddly reminded you of pomegranates, and you tried to resist the urge to smell it while he was right next to you.

"Thank you," you say quietly.

"Mhm," he hums, tapping his foot as he looks off to the other side. You swore, his cheeks looked rosy. Maybe it was just the lighting.

The door swings open, and your classmates spill out, and soon enough you saw your friend Rosé in front of you, looking rather cheeky to see you two sitting together. "Are you wearing his hoodie?" she asked you, raising a suspicious brow.

"Oh, yeah, I am," you cough. You begin to slip it off, "I'll give it back-"

"Keep it," he says. "You can give it back to me next time you have an opportunity." You're about to protest, but soon enough your friend is dragging you away, clearly not wanting you to give up the present the dreamy new kid got you.

"I knew you guys were flirting!" Rosé exclaimed in the car, her grin wide.

"What?" you exclaim. "Absolutely not! He's a dick."

"Why're you wearing his hoodie then? Doesn't seem like a dick move to me," she giggled in response.

"You're just too much of a romantic," you roll your eyes. "Look, he just... I guess..."

"You're blushing!" she accuses.

"I'm not!" you protest. "Ok, so he gave me his hoodie, so what? Even fuck faces like him have manners."

"You're totally into him," Rosé gushes. "God, with you two bickering like an old married couple-"

"If any couple bickers like that, they need to get some counseling," you interject.

"C'mon, there are many types of flirting, and yours was clearly the one of well- how do I put this? Elementary schoolers."

You deadpan. "What."

"You know... The guy acts stupid and bugs the girl for her attention, and she gets all mad at him because she doesn't want him to know how she feels," your friend giggles. "It's totally obvious."

"No, no, no! He might be the hottest guy I've ever seen, and absolutely dreamy, but he's a total tool!"

"Did you just call him dreamy?" Rosé squeals. "God, if he wasn't already into you, I'd totally nab him! Lucky."

"Excuse me? He's not into me! He's a grown man, they don't act like that." Now you knew you were blushing. You could feel your face burn.

"Have you seen the way he looked at you?" she gushed. "I mean... People look at the ones they love as though it's the first time. It seemed as though he looked at you like you were in every lifetime together."

"What romcom's ass did you pull that out of?" you roll your eyes.

"Stop being a total dick, I made it up myself," Rosé responded.

"Just admit you're trying to put something there that's not," you deadpan.

She rolls her eyes. "Insiders just can't see it the same way we can. You're surrounded by that cloud of love, that's what I think. Makes you blind to the possibilities."

You woke up, blinking up at the ceiling and taking in your surroundings. Your head hurt. A lot. Like, a lot a lot. Definition of the year. You blinked slowly, rubbing your head with your arm, but then you feel the bandage on your hand. You stare at it and finally look around your room.

Well, for one, it wasn't your room, per say.

You shot up, pain prickling towards your forehead. "Fuck," you muttered, hunching over to try to calm down, the overwhelming pain having your mind spinning. This wasn't a hangover. Something definitely happened last night- a no-brainer. But as for what...

The door opened, and you were shocked to see none other than Yoongi.

"Before you ask, nothing sexual happened between us last night. We ran into each other in the street- you said you couldn't sleep and went for a walk. But during it, we got attacked- and your head hit the wall from the assailant. Even cut your hand with the blade they had. They ran before I could catch them, so I took you to my place and treated you. I take it you don't remember anything that happened last night?"

You stared at him. "You're lucky I feel half dead because I'm so close to strangling you right now."

Yoongi shrugged. "I figured."

"Was the person who attacked me... was it the killer?" Your heart dropped at the thought that you could've died had Yoongi not been with you.

"It could be anyone's guess, but I'll say yes," Yoongi sighed. "I went through the explanations- it's the most reasonable one."

You feel your heart rate quicken, and you're short of breath. "Oh god, oh god! I-I can't believe I could've been killed! How could I be so stupid as to go out on nights like these? I can't believe I'd be so... dumb!"

"You did seem pretty out of it," Yoongi noted. "I told you that you should be catching up on sleep."

"Wait, how do I know you didn't do it? That you didn't hit my head or cut my hand or drug or assault me or any of that?" you accuse, eyes wide with fright. You straighten yourself up, grabbing the closest thing to you- which happened to be the lamp, preparing it as a weapon, aiming for launch. "You're still a stranger- how can I trust you? Not to mention you're a complete dick sometimes!"

"Why would I bring you to my apartment? Why wouldn't I just take advantage of you and leave you on the street? Why wouldn't I kill you, or better yet- leave you for the killer to find? I don't have any proof, but if you don't want to believe me, that's fine. But I promise you, I didn't harm you," Yoongi assured you.

"Fuck you," you spit. "I can't trust you." More pain was brought to your frontal lobe, and you wince, hissing in pain.

Yoongi brings his hand to your forehead, moving his fingers over the area that hurt the most. "I'll get you medicine. If you don't trust me, you can watch me pour the water and bring the Tylenol, to make sure I don't drug or poison you or something."

"I..." you sigh, laying back down in defeat. You didn't want to do this today. Couldn't it be on Hannakuh or something? "No, that's not necessary. At least if I die I won't have to pay my student loans."

Yoongi lets out a sigh of relief. "Fair point," he says, leaving the room. Within moments he comes back with the medicine, and you eye him warily as you take it. You looked around, spotting your phone charging on the nightstand. Picking it up, you notice an amber alert.

The killer was spotted last night.

Your blood drains. "Did you file a police report or something last night?"

"No, I was too busy taking care of you. I thought we could do it in the morning," Yoongi responds, rolling his eyes.

You look up the local news, going through the latest article. "Someone else was attacked last night," you whisper. Reading through the article, you shudder. "The girl was able to fend them off, pushing the killer against the wall. Apparently, they were attacking her, and the weapon they had was a knife. They slashed at her hip area, but she escaped. When the police got to the scene, the killer was nowhere to be found."

"Do they have any clues?"

"Well," you gulp. "There's only one thing for sure- the killer is a woman."

"Oh," Yoongi says. "Well, yes. I knew that much."

Your eyes widen, staring up at him. "Do you know who it is? Did you see her face?"

"No," he coughs awkwardly. "I didn't. She ran away in time and it was too dark for me to get a good glimpse of her. I was more focused on you."

You were quiet, shaken up over the whole thing. "Thank you," you whisper. "I... If what you're saying is true- which it has to be. There's no way you're the killer because it's a woman, and your description of the events matches my injuries... I feel silly. Thank you... for everything."

"It's the right thing to do," he states uncomfortably.

You look up at him. He looks nervous. You note how his bed head looked undeniably sexy on him, and despite the fact you just learned you could've been killed, the first thing that came to mind was morning sex.

Why the hell were you so horny?

You lick your lips, eyes scanning the man before you, and you felt the raw lust and desire clawing to be set free. "Yoongi... I know we got off on the wrong foot," you state hesitantly. That was an understatement. He was purely obnoxious, but now that you saw what good he brought to you, and how he truly was a gentleman... "But how can I make this up to you?"

He gulped. "I, that's not necessary. Any person with half a brain and a heart would've done it."

"I still want to thank you," you say. You sit up again, noting that the medication might be working already since your head didn't hurt nearly as much as before. "Sit beside me, please."

He was hesitant, quirking a brow at you before sitting next to you. You look him in the eye, your faces centimeters apart. You could really smell the pomegranate scene now. It made your mouth water. You'd have to buy some after this.

"Can I kiss you?" you ask him.

He looks blank for a second, and you wonder if you crossed the line. It's only when he nods in confirmation that you attach your lips to his, feeling his hand on your cheek as he presses you firmer against him. The two of you are making out for a few seconds, your eyes fluttered shut as you move your lips against his. Absentmindedly, you place your hand on his thigh, and he moves it off, pulling away from you.

"What's wrong?" you ask him. Did you do something wrong? What happened? It was barely getting hot and heavy.

"I... need to go to the bathroom," he says quickly, exiting.

You blink in surprise, watching as he swiftly left. You awkwardly sat in bed, running the events of what happened in your head. Why were you acting like this suddenly? Just yesterday you hated the guy. Well, before he gave you his hoodie, that is. You hated him a little less, admittedly. And it wasn't like you could deny the fact you were attracted to him since the beginning, at least physically. Not that you'd want to admit it.

Yoongi returned, and your eyes were wide when he grabbed the back of your neck, smashing your lips against yours to fiercely kiss you. You respond willingly, feeling him fall on top of you in a flurry of passion.

You unconsciously spread your legs, moaning into his kiss, and he responds by grinding against you, where you feel the prominent erection hidden beneath his sweats rub against your thigh. His lips attack your neck, and you hear him growl against the soft skin. "God, why can't I ever seem to resist you?"

You arch your back, pressing him closer, rubbing your core against him in circles, taunting him. "Want me to take care of that little problem?" you offer, panting.

"Fuck, yes," he grunts, flipping over on his back.

You feel your head throb slightly as you roll over on your hands and knees, but you ignore it, pure excitement enveloping you as you sink further down his form. You hook your fingers into the hem of his sweats and boxers, sinking them down to his knees. You look at his erection, and you wondered how you hadn't noticed it before while the two of you were making out. You were thankful he was just as horny as you were.

You place it in your hand- the one that wasn't bandaged at the moment, and lower your head to suck at his balls. From how his eyes rolled to the back of his head, and the throaty moan he emitted as he bucked into your hand, you couldn't help but feel the swell of pride in your chest. This was the feeling of complete control.

You sucked on his balls for a bit longer before you came back up, licking a stripe along his length. He notably shivered. You also noted how cold his skin felt against yours- but it didn't remind you of ice this time. Now it felt more refreshing. Kind of like when you dive into a pool of water, with the sun burning the back of your neck.

"Go easy on me," you asked him. "My head still hurts- so do your best to keep your hips still."

He scoffed, smirking at you in the cocky way you were already familiar with. "Believe me, babe, I'm a master of self-control."

You glare at him, wanting to test his theory. We'll see about that, you thought to yourself. Without further ado, you sink down on his length, your nose nuzzling against the pubes. You feel him gasp as he bucks into the back of your throat, causing you to gag and slip off of him. You sputter, ignoring his apologizes.

You give your own cocky smirk, "Self-control my ass." Although, you said it whilst coughing.

He glares at you. "I didn't think you'd deep throat me just like that."

"Mhm," you chuckle.

"C'mon, stop wasting time. I want to be back in your throat," he cooed, brushing his fingers against your cheek. Your eyelids flutter at the feeling of his cold touch, and oblige, sucking softly at the head of his cock.

You enjoy the moans he made, though you could tell how quiet he was trying to be, only letting the occasional grunt slip out. You bobbed your head along his length, ignoring how dizzy you felt. You should rest- but first, you needed him to cum.

Finally, after your jaw was starting to feel sore from deep throating him continuously, you heard the magic words. "Can I cum in your throat?"

You only respond by sucking harder, and for a moment you imagine yourself as a perverted vacuum cleaner, and the thought has you trying not to laugh. Soon enough he's sending a hot, sticky load down your throat, which you swallow heartily, not wanting a single drop to escape your lips.

Both of you are sweaty and breathless once he's finished, and you crawl forward, collapsing in his arms, tired. "Do you want me to return the favor?" he chuckles.

"No," you laugh, your eyelids droopy. "I just want to sleep I think."

And sleep you did.

"I've been doing some research into the murders," Rosé tells you, whispering as the two of you took notes. "You know, since the last attack."

"Mhm," you mumbled, mainly doodling in your notepad. You couldn't stop thinking about your time with Yoongi. He tasted so good on your tongue. You glanced at him, seeing him typing away on his laptop. How could someone look so hot when they weren't even doing anything? You felt yourself swooning.

"She's the only one who survived- and the description she gave of the killer is definitely a woman in her young 20s. And since it's already confirmed they must live here- well, it's likely that they go to our college."

"Really?" you absentmindedly say, still staring at Yoongi.

Rosé snapped her fingers in front of you, snapping you out of your daze. She had a frustrated expression. "Are you even listening to me?"

"Yes, yes!" you exclaim, irritated. "I'm just distracted. You're talking about the killer."

She rolls her eyes in annoyance. "The killer only comes out after sunset and before sunrise. Well, that was known. So maybe we need to be looking at young women on the streets- which is ironic since they're typically the ones who are in danger. Although there have been fewer predators on the street recently because of the murders, so that's good."

"Where are you going with this?" you ask her.

"What if you and I go investigating? Try to find the monster," she suggests.

"What? Rosé, are you insane? We're not the police. I'm sure they'll find the killer soon. If we do that... Forget it. And don't do it," you say firmly.

"Speak for yourself, but someone's got to do something. Clearly, the police don't have it under control, seeing how they haven't prevented the murders," Rosé states. "I'm going."

"You're going to get yourself killed," you huff. You return back to your current favorite activity- staring at Yoongi.

"Why're you staring at him all of the sudden?" your friend asks. "Last I checked, you hated him."

You shrugged. "He's not all that bad."

"Bullshit," Rosé says, turning you to face her. "What happened between you two?"

You avoid her eye, staring down, and she suppresses a squeal. "Oh my God, you totally had sex!" she whisper-screams.

"We didn't!" you say quickly. "We just... got to third base, that's all."

"You're kidding," she smiles. "I told you he was attracted to you."

"Shut up already," you grin, feeling your cheeks get rosy. The two of you giggle, and you look back at Yoongi, your eyes locking. He smirks at you, and you feel girly as you bury your face in Rosé's shoulder, feeling positively giddy. God, you had such a school girl crush. Weren't adults supposed to be calmer when it came to their love lives?

"Tell me what happened," she insisted. "I want to hear everything."

"It's kind of long," you say. "Well, last night I was attacked by the... you can't freak out ok? The killer attacked me, but Yoongi saved me, and we ended up spending the night at his place and... dot dot dot."

"No. Way." Her eyes get wide. "That means you saw the killer!"

"Not exactly," you mumble. You take her hand, placing it on your head for her to feel the bump.

She winces. "That must've hurt."

"Definitely did the morning I woke up," you say. "I can't remember a thing after I fell asleep."

"Well at least you're finally getting sleep," she says. "I get concerned for you."

"I know, I know," you sigh. "I guess I'm just scared to."

"Why's that?"

You didn't want to mention it to her.

"Aviva." You turn around, about to leave class when Yoongi stopped you. You felt a smile creep onto your lips, and you grin brightly to him.

"Yeah? You need something?" you question, feeling your heart skip a beat.

"Yeah, give me your phone," he says. You oblige, opening it to him and seeing him send himself a text. He hands it back to you with a small smirk. "Text me."

"Will do," you grin, biting your lower lip in delight.

You look around your room, tossing your clothes on the floor and such. "I could've sworn I went to sleep in it... or left it here... where is it?" You were having trouble finding the hoodie Yoongi lent you- which was bad, considering the fact you promised him that you'd return it.

Grunting to yourself, you go to your phone, looking at your most recent text message. Calling the contact, you hear Yoongi's voice.

"Hello, Aviva."

God, that raspy voice was sexy.

"Hey, Yoongi," you greet. "Did I by any chance leave your hoodie at your place? I promised to return it to you, but I can't seem to find it."

"Oh. You were wearing it when I found you last night. I took it and washed it when you were sleeping, I thought you knew."

You let out a sigh of relief. "Oh, good. Thanks for letting me know."

"No problem. Bye."

"Bye," you say, hearing him hang up. Too bad, though. You wished you got to wear it longer.

When you woke up, it was probably about 10 AM. You had a good rest, you noted. You didn't have school today since it was Saturday. You felt more elated than usual and in a rather good mood. You made yourself some coffee and ate a spare muffin. They were on sale when you went grocery shopping, and definitely worth it.

You get your phone, preparing to scroll through social media, but were surprised to see that Rosé spammed you last night.

Confused, you click on her messages.

-Aviva

-Aviva pleeas stope

-im ur frind

-wht r u donig

-i wont tell i promise

-please

-please

-please

-im sorry

-whta did i do

-no mttr whta happns i love u

-goodb

Your eyes were wide, and you quickly went to the news.

There were two murders last night. One was a 30-something-year-old-man. The other was your best friend, Rosé.

You were sitting in your closet. You had called Rosé perhaps a million times, but each time someone seemed to decline your calls. It confused you. Did the killer have her phone? You just wanted it all to be fake, for it to not be real. You wanted her to answer and say it was just a prank, that it didn't even happen.

You knew this would happen if she went scouting for the killer. Now look at what happened to her. You felt the tears on your cheeks dry. You felt dehydrated at the moment. You felt as though your heart was caving into your chest.

This wasn't happening.

You dialed another number- not her's this time. You didn't know if you could handle it.

Yoongi's voice answered. "I guess this means you heard. I'm so sorry, Aviva."

You let out a shaky breath. "I didn't know who else to call. I-I'm... I'm scared, Yoongi. I'm really scared. Rosé... she's dead. The bastard killed her. I want to kill that son of a bitch."

"Do you want me to come over?"

"Please," you sobbed, feeling more tears break out as you sobbed into your hand. How pathetic you looked, in the dark, sobbing to yourself. You only wish you had decided to come with her. Maybe you could've saved her. Guilt flooded through your veins. "I feel like I can barely function right now. I'm shaking."

"Tell me your address. I'll be right over."

You sputter it out between sobs and wait for him arrive. It wasn't long until he was knocking on your door, and you were diving into his arms, crying into his chest. He had a cold grip on you, but pet your hair, letting you cry until you ran out of tears. By the time you stopped, it was already dark.

You two were mainly silent, and you were gulping cups full of coffee.

"Why are you drinking so much coffee? You won't be able to sleep," Yoongi says.

"I don't want to sleep. Rosé is dead," you spit bitterly, irritated. "I was sleeping while she was having her nails ripped out and her veins yanked out. I'm not sleeping tonight."

"I don't think you avoiding sleep will bring her back," Yoongi mutters, narrowing his eyes at your bitter attitude. You stopped crying. Now you were angry. And admittedly you were lashing it out on him.

"Each time I sleep I get bruises on my arms and legs," you say, pulling back a sleeve to reveal five long scratches on your arm. "And I seem to scratch myself in my sleep. I don't think I can handle it right now. Not now. Not with... Not with everything that's happened."

Yoongi stares at the marks on your arms, and he holds your wrist in his hand, rubbing his thumb over the scratches. "You know you could go insane if you don't get enough sleep."

"What do you know?" you snap at him, yanking your arm from his grasp.

He glares at you. "I know you're angry- but you don't get to just lash it out on me."

"Why do you even care?" you question. "When we first met you were just an annoying fuck boy. You're not my boyfriend- why're you even here?"

"You invited me," he scowled. "I wanted to comfort you."

"I don't know why I did that. I was emotional and fucking stupid. You and I are still strangers and even fucking you was a mistake," you spit. At that, you look down at your bandaged hand and rip the bandage off with your anger. "Go home. I can take care of myself."

Yoongi looked like he was fuming. Cross that, he was livid. He snapped his fingers, glaring at you. "Come here."

"Or what?" you growl, whipping to turn to him. His stare was icy cold, and the entire room felt as though it were turning several degrees cooler. A chill ran down your spine, but you refused to let him know that.

"Or your punishment is going to be a lot worse," he threatened. He sat down in a nearby chair and pointed down at his lap. "Now, lift your skirt, pull off your panties, and bend over like the slut you are."

You felt a jolt of electricity to your core, and an undeniable wetness was already starting to form. You find your own body betraying you as you walk closer, and your legs turn to jelly as you bend over his lap, reaching back to flip over your skirt, revealing your rear. You shakily slip your underwear down, feeling it fall down to your ankles.

You suppressed a scream with your hand, biting down on your palm as you feel a sharp slap. "Yoongi!" you exclaim.

"I'm not Yoongi when you piss me off," he scolds, slapping your ass again. "Tonight you're calling me Daddy. Repeat after me: Daddy."

You never thought you'd be into that sort of thing. Calling someone Daddy. But hearing him say it made a pool between your legs. "Daddy," you whisper, barely audible.

He slaps your ass again. "What was that? Don't piss me off further." Another slap.

"Daddy!" you exclaim. You feel his fingers thread to your hair soothingly.

"Good girl," he cooed, slapping your ass again. You could only whimper and squirm as he slapped each cheek, alternating until you were crying and begging him to stop. Your ass felt bruised, as though it were on fire.

"Do you see what happens when you act like a little bitch?" he questions, hearing your whimpers and pleas with his next series of slaps. "You get punished. Are you sorry?"

"Yes Daddy," you cry, wincing as he slaps you again.

"Are you going to treat Daddy like that again?"

"No Daddy," you say, curling your hands into fists. You were sure there would be small crescents dotting along your palm by the end of this. Your ass was so red it probably looked like a rare steak- though the situation didn't seem so funny at the moment.

"Do you want Daddy to fuck you?" He stopped spanking you, this time his finger circling around a puckered rim. Your eyes widen at what he's suggesting, and you wiggle your hips back into his hand.

"Yes, Daddy," you beg, hanging your head down.

"You don't deserve it," he grunts but slips the finger in. You feel tense as he pulls it back out, slowly pushing it in again. You had done anal before- but this felt far more enticing somehow. Maybe it was just the intoxicity that was him. You push back into his hand, finding the rhythm as he pumps into you.

"Do you like this?" he questions.

"Yes, Daddy," you confirm.

"You handled your punishment well," he notes, and you feel him stretching out your hole as he inserts another finger. You bite your lip. "Do you think you learned your lesson?"

"Yes, Daddy." You nod your head eagerly, feeling how he stretched you out. You prayed that he was preparing you, at the very least.

"Why were you punished?"

"Because I was acting like an irritable brat," you blurt.

"Mhm," he confirms. "And you say I'm the annoying one. You hear him chuckle at that, resulting in you rolling your eyes. Good thing you weren't exactly facing him, otherwise you were sure you'd get punished for that too. "Be a good girl and lay down on the coffee table, now."

You eagerly push off of him, laying down on your back, pushing items off the coffee table, not caring where they land. You watch as he settles between your legs, on his knees. He hooks your bare legs around his arms, hiking them over his shoulders as he attached his lips to your own set. He didn't waste time, using calculated movements that had you moaning for him. It was as though he already knew your body, and just what had you arching your back. You swore he knew your body like the back of his hand.

"Daddy," you moaned. You tangled your fingers into his hair, threading through it as you felt his tongue lap over your clit, making your thighs quiver. "You're so good, Daddy."

"I know," he mumbles, and you feel him smirk against you. You wanted to squeeze his head between your thighs, make it pop like a watermelon. But you decided his annoyingness was worth it, especially when you were approaching your orgasm. All thanks to that magical tongue of his.

"Fuck, I'm close," you whisper to yourself, covering your mouth with your hand. You tilt your head back, arching your back as he sucks on your clit, harder and faster.

And then he was pulling your legs off of his shoulders and pulling back, your orgasm beginning to die.

You look at him with alarm, watching as he smirked at you. "Asshole!" you exclaim.

"Punishment over," he said, pecking your lips with a smile. "Maybe next time I'll let you cum."

"I hate you," you muttered, crossing your arms bitterly. Now you were sitting, half-naked, on your coffee table. And all for nothing. What a fucking bastard.

"Sure you do," he chuckled.

There wasn't a murder last night, thank God. You sat at your desk, refreshing your laptop, eyes glued to the screen as you looked at the latest news. You were so pent up on coffee that you didn't sleep a wink that night, and you were so tired by early morning that you could barely keep your eyes open.

"Are you still awake?" Yoongi groggily says, having just woken up.

"Your morning voice is sexy," you tell him, noting it. "Have I told you that?"

"Countless times," he groans, falling back to the bed. You didn't remember telling him it before, but you let it slide, forgetting about it momentarily.

The lights from the blinds of your window were filling the room, making it look more iridescent than usual. It must've been somewhere between 5-6 AM.

"Why don't you just come over here and sleep? It's day. You're safe," he assures you.

"I dunno," you mumble. Shortly after you yawn, and you feel his arms creep around you, giving you a back hug as he rests his chin on your head.

"C'mon, let's get you to bed," he says.

"You're also fucking annoying, have I told you that as well?"

"Even more times," he smiles, dragging you away to the bed. "I'll keep watch if you're that paranoid. But you should really get some sleep."

You sigh, shaking your head. You knew it'd be pointless in convincing him otherwise. But you realized how nice it was to sleep in arms, and settled in what was now a familiar and very comfortable position. The last thing you remembered was hearing his heartbeat as you slowly drifted to sleep.

When you woke up, Yoongi wasn't by your side. You snapped up, startled, searching frantically for him. It wasn't until you spotted him that you felt relief flood throughout your chest.

"Thank God you're awake. I've got morning wood," he told you, crawling on the bed. You laugh at that, feeling him kiss along your neck as he yanks the covers down.

"Aren't you always?" you tease.

"I'll let you cum this time," he responded, resulting in you spreading your legs.

"Fuck yes, then," you exclaim, smiling as you push him off of you to take off your shirt and shorts, revealing nothing underneath. "C'mon, what're you waiting for?"

He's quick to strip off his clothes, his hand diving between your legs to finger you. You moan at the feeling, and his lips return to your own as his tongue swirls around your own. You push against his chest, however, coming to a realization.

"Wait, I'm not on birth control," you warn him. "And I don't have any condoms."

He slaps his own forehead. "Shit, I forgot to buy some."

"I have a suggestion," you tell him. "What if- well how do you feel about anal?" You're surprised by your own bluntness but decided 'to hell with it'.

"I'm listening," Yoongi says, eyeing you warily.

"I don't have lube or anything right now, but perhaps you can fuck my pussy for a bit before anal," you suggest. "Sound like a plan?"

He holds his hand up, offering a high five, which you gladly accept, slapping your hand against his. "Let's do it."

He continues stretching you out mid-makeout session until you feel properly prepared, the juices of your arousal already dribbling down your thighs. Soon enough he was flipped over on his back, and you were climbing on top of him. You feel him slide into you, stretching you out. You loved the feeling of being filled. Your lips are still connected as you begin to ride him, his arms wrapped securely around you, and your fists curling into the pillows beneath him.

You feel his fingers circle around that muscled rim again, slipping a single digit in as he begins to rock it at the same pace as his thrusts. You moan, loving the feeling of having both holes filled. You work hard, having his cock pump through you, brushing against your walls. You trusted that both of you could remain safe. After all- what college student wanted to get pregnant?

"I'm going to cum," he tells you. "Get on all fours."

"Yes, Daddy," you wink, climbing off of him, feeling the emptiness once he was no longer in you. Still, you got on all fours beside him, and he got on his knees, inserting two fingers into your puckered rim once again to prepare you, stretching it.

"Add another," you tell him.

"Are you sure?" he questions.

"Yes," you say, arching your back as he inserts the third one. You definitely felt the stretch there as the three digits brushed against your walls.

"I think you're good," he says finally. He pulls his fingers out, and you do your best to relax your muscles for what's to come. He slowly pushes into you, and you try not to tighten your muscles. Finally, he stretches all the way in.

You press your chest against the mattress, feeling him slowly pump against you. You moan out at the feeling. You felt so stretched out and full. Soon his chest was pressed against your back, and you shiver at the feeling of his cold skin against your own.

"Daddy," you moan, although it's muffled by the sheets.

"That's right, moan my name," he encourages you, grabbing fistfuls of your chest, gripping your breasts as he thrusts into you steadily. "God, you feel so good around my cock."

You were glad that your wetness made the stretch inside of you a bit easier, and you liked the fact that your own juices were used as the lubrication. Made you feel a bit filthier, to be honest. Soon one of his hands creeps down your stomach to swirl around your clit, rubbing at the small nub in the way that had you arch your back impossibly further.

"Fuck, Daddy," you moan. "Harder."

He obliges, rougher thrusts as he goes deeper and deeper into you. You relished the sounds of his raspy and deep grunts,  spreading your legs further as though subconsciously. You feel your high approaching soon.

"I'm gonna cum," he grunts. Soon you feel the hot and sticky liquid spill into you, and though this felt rather foreign, you couldn't help but enjoy it, moaning out. He stills for a moment, balls deep into you as he empties his load into you. You pant at the feeling of his fingers, that hadn't stopped rubbing against your most sensitive area. You feel your high approaching, and Yoongi continues to thrust into you, riding out the rest of his high until you finally come undone on his cock.

Your eyes roll back, and you bury your moans into the pillows. That orgasm alone was worth the suffering Yoongi had put you through so far during your sexual experiences. He slips out of you, flipping you onto your back to lick at your core, lapping at the cum that was seeping out of your abused hole. His tongue also lapped at the sensitive bud, and you cringed from the overstimulation.

Your fingers curled into his locks. "Daddy, please, it hurts."

He hummed but stopped lapping at your clit, instead cleaning up the rest of the sticky fluid, including the rest of your own fluids from your pussy. He kissed your thighs once he was done, and came back up to press his lips firmly against yours.

He presses his forehead against your own, and you cradle his face in your hands, feeling his breath against your own.

"Yoong-"

"Shh," he shushes you. "Let me just remember this. I want to hold onto this moment."

You stay still, staring at him. His eyes were closed shut. He had pretty lashes. Up close he looked so delicate, almost fragile. As though, if you were to tap your finger against him, his skin would crack like glass, and he'd crumble.

You were staring at a sunrise that was peaking over the horizon, past the corners of the nearby buildings. A baseball bat was in your hand and a corpse with a smashed skull at your feet. You didn't know what was going on.

Yoongi was here.

"Aviva," he said. "Aviva, is that you?"

"What..." You stare down at the body. They're laying face down. It's some woman. You don't know her. "Oh my God." You drop the bat, dropping to your knees. You feel yourself kneeling in the pool of blood surrounding the corpse- but you don't care. You flip her over, cradling the face. She looks unrecognizable.

You don't feel anything. You feel shocked. It hasn't settled in.

"It's not your fault," Yoongi assures you. "I promise you, Aviva. If it's anyone's, it's mine."

"Did I kill her?" you ask quietly, the whisper barely audible. "Did I do this? Just now?"

"I..." Yoongi gulps. He seems almost unable to answer. You look up at him, and you notice his eyes welling up with tears.

"Am I the killer?" you ask him.

"Aviva, we need to-"

"I killed Rosé."

At that, the last thing you see is Yoongi's fist flying towards your face.

You wake up in his room again. But it's definitely different context from last time. Or was it?

You get up. Your nose hurts. It wasn't broken, but it definitely took some serious damage from Yoongi's punch. You were tied to the bed, white clothes tying your hands to either side of the bedpost.

So many questions were swimming around your head. What happened? Why didn't you remember any of the murders you committed? What led to this? Why did Yoongi punch you? What was really going on?

Yoongi entered the room, his face melancholy as he stared at you. "I'm sorry," he says quietly. "I... I've never punched you before. I've never gotten this far. I never had the guts to hurt you."

"Yoongi..." Your eyes start welling up with tears. "Tell me what's going on. Please. I'm... I'm a monster."

Yoongi sighed, looking at you with such a saddened expression. Tears started to slip from your own eyes now. God, you were so confused.

"What do you want to know?"

"Did I really do it?" you ask.

"Yes," he sighs. "You... you did."

"Even..."

"Even Rosé," he confirms.

"No, I don't believe it," you deny in a frenzy. "I'd never hurt her. I wouldn't!"

Yoongi sighed, standing up and pulling out a phone from his back pocket. You recognized it immediately. Rosé's phone. He clicks the home screen and hands it to you, and you quickly fumble in her password, sucking in a breath. He takes it back, going to photos, swiping through to reveal various pictures of you attacking the man who was also murdered last night. You watch in horror at the series as you slowly turn around, your eyes glowing on the screen as you stalk towards her, the pictures getting blurrier and blurrier, until the final picture. A clear shot of Rosé lying on the floor, her pretty face smeared with blood, a knife lodged into her eye socket.

You felt like you were going to puke.

"You killed her once you saw she was taking photos," he says quietly, putting away the phone. "As she was running away she was texting you trying to get you to spare her. You caught up with her soon enough."

"How do you know this?" you question, a lump in your throat.

"It's an objective to follow you around without getting caught. Once I could safely hide you away until morning and erase evidence of you committing the murders- hiding away weapons or washing your clothes of blood- you'd forget everything the moment the sun came up."

"I..." You felt a queasy feeling in your stomach. "I'm going to puke."

You felt it rising up, and you leaned over the side of the bed, the vomit spewing from your lips. You felt overwhelmed, wanting it to be over as you yanked on the cloth, trying to be set free. Yoongi ran out of the room, returning with a bucket that he handed to you. You cradled it, vomiting the rest you could, dry heaving some once no more would come out. You were puking so violently that tears were spilling out of your eyes. The smell of vomit reeked.

"Why can't I remember anything?" you asked.

Yoongi closed his eyes. "Once you fall asleep, and only when the sun's down, you become a murderer. You're possessed by a demon that can only control you under these two conditions. It was an old acquaintance who wanted to get revenge on me through you. To explain it all, it'd be too complicated. But believe it or not, to put it simply, you're my wife in another world of sorts. The demon possessed you. The only way for me to get rid of him was to kill you... but I could never do that. So instead I put you here, a place where I could visit and spend with you. Albeit, it's not exactly the most comfortable or greatest setting."

You stared at him in shock, wiping away some of the vomit dribbling down your chin. "What are you?"

"Something I don't want to be, frankly," he tells you. His eyes are soft and genuine, filled with hurt and grief. "I'd rather be nothing more than your husband, to be frank."

"Where am I, Yoongi? Where did you put me, after I became possessed?"

"You're in a video game," he breathes. "A video game called Stalker. The objective was for me to follow you around and try to save others. At the final level, I'm supposed to kill you. But I can't hurt you- even if you'd be alive and well and without any memory once I refreshed the game. I told you before I couldn't do that. So instead I helped cover your tracks a bit- though I slipped up when I let that one woman escape. The more information gets out, the easier it's supposed to be to kill you. This was the only place I could see the real you after you got possessed."

You could barely believe anything he was saying, but from the look on his face, you knew there was no way he could be making any of this up. "How many times have you played?"

"Countless times," he answered. "And each time I lost. I always lose when I let you kill me at the end. Somehow this time I delayed you until sunrise- something I didn't even know was possible in the game."

"Yoongi," you whisper. "Why would you do this to yourself?"

He smiles softly. "Because I can't live in a world without you. So I choose to come to this one."

"Win the game," you tell him. "I don't mind. You can repeat the game and we can do this over and over again. I don't care if you have to hurt me to do it. But I don't want to be the cause of your suffering anymore. Kill me already, please. I beg of you. Win the game finally, and I'll wake up to reset, and forget everything ever happened."

Tears start cascading down his face, and he wipes them away. "I know what I must do."

"Win?" you question.

Yoongi shakes his head. "Yes- but I'm also going to end the game once and for all. I can't put you through this anymore- it's agony for the both of us. And what I'm doing to you is tearing your soul apart and is hurting you even more than you and I realize. I'm sorry I've been so selfish as to put myself above you, Aviva."

"Yoongi," you whisper again, unable to say anything else.

He opens the nightstand, getting out an already bloody blade. You wince, realizing how many lives you ended with that single knife. He's sobbing so much that he crumbles into himself, and you look at him with pity. Snot and tears are running down his face by now as he shakily holds up the knife.

You spread your arms, staring him in the eye with trust, wanting to communicate without words how much you supported his decision, despite the fact that it was killing him on the inside.

"G-Goodbye, Aviva," he whispers, his voice shaky, a noticeable lump in his throat. "I love you."

The knife swung down in the air, burying hilt deep into your breast. And finally, you were free.

Congratulations! You have won Stalker. Would you like to play again?

YES or NO

Shutting down...

"Your Majesty, Hermes is here to see you."

Hades looked back at the servant, his expression wide and shocked. He gave a single nod, not daring to say a word as he stared at the blank screen. He had to do it. Now or never. The servant left, and quickly Hermes entered.

"Whaddup, Gramps?" he chuckled, entering. "Oh. Are you visiting your wife again?"

"Hermes, bring me a hammer," Hades spoke softly.

"What?" Hermes gave a perplexed expression, confused by what the God was requesting exactly.

Hades slammed his fists on the desk, tears slipping down his face it burned red. "Give me a motherfucking hammer or I swear- God or not, I'll fucking condemn you to the pits of Tartarus!"

Hermes snapped his fingers, letting a hammer pop into mid-air. "You'd better hope Hephestaus doesn't scold me for stealing one," he says, handing it to the god.

Hades picked it up, closing his eyes and taking a deep breath. Finally, he swung it into the screen, repeatedly and repeatedly again. Soon enough, it was just a heap of metal, sparks still flying from it. Hades opened his eyes, his lips quivering at the utter heartbreak he felt as he dropped the hammer, collapsing into himself as he wept bitterly.

"What're you doing?!" Hermes exclaimed. "You may live in the kingdom of the dead- but now you'll actually never get to see her again!"

"You think I don't know that?" Hades cried, choking on his own tears. "I'll never see the only woman I love again."

Hermes was quiet, watching the man break down. He didn't know how to console him- the only person he was ever happy with or let touch him was you, after all. Ever since you got possessed he got bitter and more cold and cynical, but at least everyone knew he got enjoyment out of his visits, even though it tore him up.

But now what would happen?

Hermes hesitantly put his hand on the god's shaking shoulder. "It'll be ok," Hermes said softly. He was on a tight schedule- he didn't even get to do what he came down to Hell for. But this was more important than errands. Anyone knew that. "You did it for a reason- and I'm sure she would've supported it."

Hades stared at the broken heap, knowing that what's done is done. But deep down, he knew that Hermes' words were right.

And at least now, somehow, someway, you were at peace.

And that was enough for him.