#i just naturally spit out the fuckin mattress line

[foreseeobstacles]

never memorize song lyrics cause i still catch myself singing the og lyrics to btr

[planetsage]

NEW PIN ! ꒰ 🪷 LUST FOR LIFE 𖧧˚⋆ʚɞ ── choso kamo 𝜗𝜚 . . . SAVE ?

“and i was like take off, take off, take off all your clothes”

contains. nsfw so, minors and ageless blogs do not interact. f!reader. dom!choso / bsf!choso, kinda ooc, mentions of sex toys, solo masterbation, getting caught, m rec oral, deepthroat, spit, dirty talk, missionary, some possessiveness, overstimulation, creampie. 2k words.

choso realized early on in your friendship that he finds issues in locating exactly where the metaphorical line lies between you two.

he knows that, yes; he loves you with an unconditional devotion that scribbles color over every inch and corner of his life. if he could, he’d bring the moon down and bottle it up for you. in the shape of his love. he’d steal the stars.

but sometimes his brain cramps up in confusion because he shouldn’t be imagining how soft and clammy his best friend’s pretty little hands would feel wrapped around the girth of his cock, right?

he knows it’s wrong. he knows he’s just being gross; there’s always a subtle pang of guilt that strums and strings at his heart when he’s with you, but every time he stiffens at his very, very lively imagination, he just can’t help the tight grip, his thumbs rubbing little circles on his sensitive tip before moving with the rest of his fingers to jerk off to the pictures you send him throughout your day.

and you don’t make it any easier for him.

the way your touch lingers for too long, your gaze planting camellia seeds over the plot of his cheeks.

and now, he’s staying at your place while his ac gets fixed; he spent a grueling few days in the oppressive summer heat, sticky and sweaty, and couldn’t bear it any longer. naturally, like the great friend you are, you warmly offered up a guest bedroom to him. and he accepted.

he quickly went to pack a few days’ worth of clothes and toiletries. while scrambling around his room one last time to make sure he had everything, he saw the pink lip outline of the fleshlight he stuffs full almost every night; the fleshlight that he bought in your exact skin tone.

he almost brought it. almost. but decided it’d be rude to indulge himself like that in your guest bedroom after you so graciously offered the space to him. so he left it.

god, does he regret it now.

lying in bed after dinner where you must’ve been trying to kill him, wearing nothing but a little crop top and some boy-shorts underwear. the cotton mockingly hugging up on the cuff of your ass. doing nothing to clothe you.

even in the guest room, everything smells like you. the soft of the sheets, the silky pillows, hell, even the air. it’s too much. like your scent took a physical form to torture and encase his entire body.

“haaa … fu— fuck” his hips roll languidly against the plump mattress as he groans out, ravened locks falling all over the bones of his flushed face. he sinks his teeth into one of the pillows, drooling all over it, and screws his eyes shut to imagine how your pussy would feel letting him in, stretching around his cock, “nghh ... yea. just — just like that …”

sitting up, he pushes the heavy covers off of him; he’s hot, sweating under the thick duvet. pulling his shorts down because it’s too much. poor boy is too hard, throbbing and leaking all over your sheets with a pretty pink dusting his body, “shit..” he whispers sweetly, laying his warmed, wet tongue flat against his palms before wrapping around himself, almost whining at the contact.

he flicks his wrists rhythmically, his mouth bowing open at how loudly his messy cock squelches, filling the room, his hips canting up into his fists.

but he wishes it was you.

the pretty wings of his eyes flap and flutter shut, picturing the way the fat of your ass would bounce on him, how you’d cream all over his cock, “so fuckin’ messy for me— oh my god” wondering how you touch yourself. do you use your fingers? toys? he could probably fill you up way better than any plastic ever could .. do you ever think of him when you play with your pussy? “fuck— fuck fuck fuck”

his eyes peel back open to the door he purposefully left cracked. though he knows getting caught now, like this had the potential to ruin the entire friendship, he banks on the chance that you want him too. his head falls back against the wooden headboard like a marionette’s dropping from its strings. so caught up in making himself cum he doesn’t hear your feet shuffling, nearing the room.

the deep groans you heard from your room stirred you awake, urging you to check on him, pulling you closer and closer to the door until you’re right up by it. you can see his dark silhouette through the crack. your eyes growing big at how he’s quickly pumping himself.

you move closer; the door is only slightly ajar and something inside you wants to see more. hear more. your heart thumps rhythmically in the drums of your ears and your shoulder presses against the wood, causing a creek to sound and cut through his moans like velvet.

you freeze.

his eyes lock onto yours, and he freezes too. even though this is what he wished for deep down he didn't actually expect the stars to align, for better or worse.

your breathing picks up, your feet glued to the ground as if gravity hated you, rooting you in place. and choso can’t think of anything to say but a meek, “sorry” waiting and watching how you react:

your teeth clamp down to chew on the fat of your bottom lip. your breaths coming out in quick winds, big eyes falling to where his hand squeezes and coaxes out drops of sticky precum.

“… come here”

your upper body scrambles, almost leaving your legs behind as you pad towards him. crawling over the thrown sheets up onto the bed and it dips. behind your wispy lashes reveals fairytale like eyes because you’ve been wanting to have him like this for as long, if not longer, than he has.

he parts his thighs and you nestle between them without a word, moving your hands to his bare legs as they frame you; digging your nails into the taut muscles. as long as you’ve known him, choso has obsessively gone to the gym. vibrantly showing you basically nudes rebranded as ‘progress pictures.’ you squeeze his legs making him twitch, his hand moving to your chin, making you look up at him, “i want you .. to wrap these preetty lips,” his thumb moves to push and stroke against your bottom lip, “around my dick. been thinkin’ about them for so long. can you do that for me?” he’s groaning with a raw authority you’ve never heard or seen from him.

and it makes you so fucking wet.

you nod and he leans back, scooting his hips lower and spreading himself. “use your words. i don’t want this unless you do, too”

“yes. i want it so bad. want to make you feel good, cho” you grab his cock with both hands, warm and throbbing against your soft palms, before pushing it up against your flushed cheek, rubbing it against your pretty face.

“that’s it. i knew you’d want it, pretty girl. now show me”

you press light kisses to his flushed tip, up and down his length, watching keenly as he hisses at your little touches. whispering out a, “so pretty.”

he’s watched and replayed this scene so many times in his head; you laid out between his legs pressing puffed lips against his cock, but it doesn’t hold a candle to the real thing.

you stretch out your jaw, letting him plug up your warm mouth. his eyes roll so far back with a deep groan, your tongue laying flat on his veiny underside as you bob your head on him, your hand moving to massage and squeeze what doesn’t fit in your wet mouth, the other groping at his heavy balls, “fe— haah, feel so good.”

he’s already so close from earlier, raising his ass to buck into your little mouth even though you’re full of him. his tip knocking against the back of your throat making you whine out muffled, “hmph mhmm” ‘s

“don’t — shit. don’t talk with your mouth full, baby. take me all in, you can do it”

he grabs a fist full of your hair, pushing you all the way down making you gag, spit pooling and spilling out around where he clogs your little mouth up. tears line your eyes, spilling over your cheeks as he fills up your throat, “aht aht baby take it all. you’re almost there. c’mon ….. mhhmmm theeeeere you go”

you pull off of him gagging and coughing out glops of fat, foamy spit.

“oh ‘m sorry, sweet thing” he leans in to lick at the spit and tears dripping down the point of your chin before kissing you. his plump pink lips pressing so harshly against yours, tongue sliding greedily into your mouth licking at every corner. the clumsy wetness of it all has you panting as he pulls back, clear spit trailing from your mouths.

“please .. let me fuck you. been wanting to for so long”

his eyes sort of soften as they bore into yours, begging silently with a puppy like glow.

“ .. me too” you assure and he moves to guide you onto your back, grabbing your legs. he presses a sweet kiss to the base of your ankle, “mm. i’ll take such good care of this pretty pussy. ‘s mine now, right?

“yes .. yes, choso. fuck me. ‘m all yours”

he pushes your little thong to side to smear his swollen fat tip against your messy folds, pushing up against your clit “so wet f’me baby .. i did that? you liked having me down your throat that much?”

“hnngg, cho— stop teasing”

then, he realized that you came into the room with nothing but an oversized tee. and a cute little thong. for him. slapping his cock against your pretty cunt three times before smearing against your folds again.

he sinks into your warmth with a long, drawn out, “fuuuuuucckk” at how your little pussy opens up for him, squeezing him so tight. and he’s so big. stretching you out, dragging his fat length against your pinky walls, pushing his hips into yours until he fully bottoms out.

his hands dig into your skin, so rough he might leave bruises because he’s trying so hard to keep himself grounded and not dump his cum into you right this moment. you feel so good. too good.

he moves slowly at first. letting your pussy adjust to him as his thumb swipes against your clit, easing him in. “‘s almost there, baby, you can do it. let me in, pretty girl”

he continues to pet your clit, then you look up into his eyes. and they stare back into yours. dark purple swirled around pools of black, “harder”

that’s all he needed to hear.

his hips harshly slam into yours, your body arching up to meet his deep strokes. angling to make sure the sweet curve of his cock hits that spot that makes you shake, bolts of pleasure striking through your entire body.

the room fills with your little whines, pretty broken moans of his name. heat emitting from your body and mixing with his as he moves to grab at your boobs. the tips of his fingers tweaking and pulling your nipples, “aahhh, cho—so fuck”

your legs hang over his shoulder, sweat slipping and sliding down his temples, “tell me you’re mine” reaching up you struggle to hold on to the girth of his biceps, “yours! ‘m all yours!”

you’re so close. so sensitive, your pussy clenching and pulsing around him in tune with every heavy snap of his waist. “go ahead, baby. give it to me”

it’s feels like you’re on fire. every inch of your body so overwhelmed it’s almost painful. your skin flushes and a warm sensation washes over your entire body as you squeeze around him, “theeeree you go, baby, mhhm, that’s it” shaking against his strong arms when your orgasm cracks like lightning and rips through you.

his cock throbs inside you, his strokes growing sloppy and heavy as he fucks you through your high. overstimulating your pussy. he pushes to drain his thick cum inside you. paint your warm walls with him, groaning out your name.

“holy— shit..” his breaths come out in heavy gasps, twitching you as he grows soft in the solitude of your silky walls.

he’s so warm. filling you all the way up with fat globs of cum. “mmmm, keep me in, baby” pressing a sweet kiss to the corner of your parted lips. then another to the tip of your nose.

as soon as his ac gets fixed, he’s going to throw away that stupid toy. he’s got the real thing to fill up now.

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[duskamethyst]

deception.

a/n: if you ask me why i did this, the answer is i don’t know.

word count: 4.6k

genre: smut, nsfw, angst, quirkless AU

warnings: daddy kink, degradation, edging, age gap, implied cheating, reader is a little delusional

pairing: sugardaddy!bakugou x f!reader

summary: where you fall in love with your own sugar daddy and you finally confess to him.

pretending to be in love with old men for a couple of hours can be exhausting and it might seem like a nonideal way to get money, but desperate times call for desperate measures. you’ve met plenty of these people, who have too much money they could spend. some are just lonely; in need of company from a young, pretty girl and some just want to have fun despite having their wives and kids at home. they come and go, and you couldn’t care less about what happens to them after your encounter, as long as you get your money’s worth. 

but never have you ever thought that you’d be so attached to one. maybe entertaining sugar daddies isn’t that tiring when they’re really attractive (it’s natural to like good looking people, can anyone blame you?). he’s truly a sight for sore eyes and you often wonder how he possesses so much stamina in bed. bakugou makes you feel some kind of way, it’s wrong, but with more time you spend with him, you can’t help but to actually fall in love with the guy. he makes you feel antsy and you often find yourself waiting for his texts, either the dirty ones or the ones that expresses his anticipation to see you again soon.

it’s not like he doesn’t do the same thing as the others; buys you things you know you can’t afford, spends his money on fancy dinners and continues to spend the rest of the night with you at random five stars hotels after. the difference is, you actually somewhat enjoy being around him as his spoiled little princess and you find yourself to gladly do anything for him like the time you let him fuck you raw because he wanted to. 

for a man his age, bakugou is well maintained. you love to lay your head down on his huge chest and rake your nails on his broad back, eliciting deep grunts of pleasure from the man in return. he looks appetizing; toned abs and a happy trail that leads to his trimmed pubes and down to his massive cock. if it isn’t for the fine lines on his face and the white streaks on his hair, you wouldn’t think he’d be reaching 50. 

you don’t know if you should even feel jealous of his wife. if you were born years earlier, would he choose you instead? the thought of him being with someone else and vowed to be together for the rest of their lives makes you want to puke. bakugou must’ve realized that it was a mistake too. if he still loves her, why would he have his cock sink inside you? if he really loves her, why are you the one he tells that to instead? 

“daddy loves you. daddy loves fucking your tight cunt. baby, you feel so fuckin’ good– so fuckin’ good for daddy. love you too– fuck.”

you can already picture the image of him on top of you as you replay those same words like a broken record player inside your head; lips part slightly in heavy pants, vermillion irises overfill with lechery as he fucks you senseless.

daddy loves you. he loves you and you're more than certain that you love him. not for his money, not for the stuff he indulges you with but only for himself. 

you want him. you want him to make you all his. you want him to be able to see you freely and not sneaking behind someone else’s back. you want to sit pretty as you wait for him to come back home from work every day, all wet and ready to please him. he loves you, and that’s what he deserves after a stressful day. 

as soon as you get inside the room and kick off your heels, a strong pair of hands grab you by the thighs and easily lift you up. you wrap your legs around his waist in an instant, dropping your bag to the floor unceremoniously before circling your arms around his neck as he draws you in a passionate, hungry kiss. a battle of dominance has always been nonexistent when it comes to bakugou, he naturally holds everything in the palm of his hand and both of you like it that way.

his lips never stray away from yours, not even when he walks towards the bed with you clinging onto his strong physique while his hands squeeze firmly on the flesh of your bum before he breaks away, but only to throw you on the soft mattress. you prop up on your side, looking up at him innocently and pleadingly with doe eyes that you know would never fail to stir up something primal inside him. his gaze drinks in every inch of you; the heave of your chest, the curve of your ass and overall your smaller frame that lies submissively in front of him. 

“look at you. such a fucking doll.” he takes off his slim fit suit, throwing the coat carelessly on the ground before loosening up his tie until it unfolds completely. “you like the dress? it’s shorter than i imagined, can’t help but to notice how the other guys kept on checking you out.”

you nod your head, pressing your thighs together as you notice how his lustful eyes linger a little too long on your ass that’s barely hiding under the hem of your mini dress. “yes, because daddy bought it for me.”

“damn right he did.” he smirks, unfastening about three buttons of his dress shirt. “ass up.”

you hurriedly roll on your stomach, planting your cheek on the mattress and arching your back perfectly as you lift your ass in the air. you feel the bed dipping from your back before a calloused hand caresses your thigh and trails up to your cheeks slowly, appreciating the smooth and youthful skin before he gets to ruin it.

“good. lift your head up.”

it’s never your position to question. carefully, you do as told by lifting yourself up on your hands and knees. you can discern the shifting of his body from behind and by your side as you look ahead and face the curtains before your sight is abruptly seized by darkness.

the silky material biting your lids suggests that he has wrapped his tie around your head, purposely blindfolding you to amplify your other senses as your sight is consumed with pitch black. bakugou pushes your head down with his hand, keeping you on your knees and lets you stay in the position while he takes off his dress shirt.  

“you’re gonna be a good girl for daddy.” he states more than questions, hiking up the hem of your dress to your waist to feed him with an unobstructed view of the damp patch adhering on your flimsy panties. bakugou presses his thumb on the splotch and his eyes flick over to your quivering body. “gonna let daddy use his tongue to fuck you?”

“please, daddy.” you whine, bucking your hips closer to ease the ache with his touch but is greeted with a sharp smack across your skin instead. 

“so impatient,” he tuts, rubbing the red print gently. “you’re just a horny little girl, aren’t you? can’t live without daddy’s dick inside her cunt.”

“just you– only yours.” 

“you know just what to say, don’t you?” his voice husky and rasp, complimenting the conceited smirk on his lips as he spoke. you learn that bakugou is actually a man that is easy to please, only if you know how to stroke his ego and as simple as that, his intimidating persona would be long gone. 

cold air brushes against your wet folds once he strips off your panties. he lifts up both knees to get you out from the garment and crumple it into a ball with his hand before bringing it in front of your face. 

“open.” you obey and open your mouth, allowing him to gag you with the cloth and quickly filling your senses with a mixture of lace and your own scent. “so good for me.”

bakugou moves back to his initial position, smearing his fingers against your puffy folds with your slick. he circles your clit teasingly and slowly, resulting in you to squirm while your hands find purchase on the sheets beneath you. 

“stop squirming around or i’m not gonna eat you.” he warns as his ministrations come to a halt to observe your compliance before he continues. for a man that is impatient himself, it’s quite hard to take his sweet time teasing you. maybe with the fact that you’re so querulous, a surge of power and pride rushes through him and his willpower tells him not to lose his machismo too quickly.

a satisfying grin tugs on the corner of his lips while he watches you struggle to follow his order and his thumb presses tight circles on your swollen clit to draw out sweet, muffled whines. once he notices your legs begin to tense and toes to curl, he pulls away. 

“you can’t cum yet.” he licks up the slick from his fingers clean before settling his head in front of your rear. an anticipative knot swells in your lower stomach as you feel hot plumes of breath prickling against your puffy folds before he spreads them open with his fingers. with how much your senses have spiked up, you can feel your pussy dripping with so much arousal and you know damn well that bakugou can see it too. 

“you’re nothing but a dirty little slut, aren’t you?” he coos, sounding both demeaning and amused as he rubs your lips, sending more waves of sensation on the bundle of nerves. “my dirty little slut.”

bakugou doesn’t expect you to answer but as soon as his warm tongue takes the first lap of your slick, a loud squeal rips from your throat. his large hands rest on your hips as he tilts his head to reach your clit, toying and teasing by using the tip of his tongue while his own plump lips and stubble graze against your slit.

you’re quick to turn into a sobbing mess, unheedful of the saliva trickling from the corner of your mouth when you’re aware that it won’t take too long until you’d eventually break. just as the stimulation is becoming more overbearing, his hands clench on your supple flesh tighter in a silent command that tells you it’s not time to cum yet. 

after he’s satisfied with abusing the bud, he drags down his tongue and pumps inside your quivering hole, causing you to jolt in a delighted surprise. from the loud, lewd squelching sounds of your own fluid mixing with his spit, you can only picture the way he looks right now; face buried between your ass cheeks, nose deep in your cunt while his tongue works miraculously around your walls. 

even the image beyond the abyss itself makes you more delirious. 

“c-can’t–” you break into a muffled cry as your hips bucks into his mouth without conscious control. another harsh slap is what you receive, but you can’t seem to care when a thick fog of desire is already clouding your brain; making the pain and pleasure to become one divine fusion. 

bakugou’s blows don't stop with how much you’re grinding so earnestly on his face. your skin burns from the cruel attention, yet your cunt just keeps on seeping with slick that trickles down to his chin and drips down on the sheets beneath you. 

“you’re such a fucking pain slut.” he growls, hot breath fanning your greedy cunt and making the pressure even tighter in your stomach. “not yet.” his tongue is anything but languid; swirling hastily as it explores your little hole as far as he can reach. it’s obscene. the way that the muscle glides so smoothly.. the warmth, the moisture– 

next thing you know, your eyes are already rolled to the back of your eyelids as your body tenses while waves of gratification crash down throughout your entire being.

“cumming on daddy’s tongue without permission.” he tsks, giving one last spank before standing up at the edge of the bed as he burns the image of your quivering body into the back of his head, adorned by the red imprint of his hand on your pliant skin. “turn around.” 

without a spare moment to gather yourself, you get up on wobbly legs and arms, carefully turn around like a fawn taking its first baby steps and rebuild your senses at the same time to estimate where he currently stands until he tells you to stop. 

your eyes squint as they adjust to the subdued room, finally able to see faint light again after bakugou takes off the tie around your head. you look up to the older man, only to be pierced by a pair of carmine orbs and a disgruntled look on his face.

“you know what you did wrong.” a thin string of drool latches onto the panties when he pulls it out from your mouth to observe the drenched fabric between his thumb and pointer finger. “looks like you had a great time.” you can see how it’s embarrassingly soaked, but not as embarrassing as the amount of slick glistening around his lips and chin that he doesn’t even bother to wipe off.

“’m sorry, daddy.” you whisper hoarsely through dry throat while giving him your most remorseful look. it would’ve deceived him if he didn’t know any better, but receiving punishments is something he knows you’d enjoy.

the slight upturn at the corner of his lips etches into a lazy grin as he unfastens his belt and takes off his pants along with his briefs to release his erected cock– now standing proudly in front of your face. 

“what do you have to do now?” he hums, tapping the flushed tip on your lips as if moisturizing the parched skin with his leaking precum. 

“m-make daddy proud.” you shamelessly steal a taste, flattening your tongue out so he can rub it on your palate. 

“can’t fuckin’ understand you– cock hungry slut.” he chuckles with mirth, one hand tucking your hair behind each ear as his gaze softens for a moment. “but that’s why i fuckin’ love you.”

your lashes flutter as you stare up at him, heart blooming like flowers on a fresh start of spring after a harsh, cold winter as the words he uttered loops inside your head. with a content hum, you close your eyes and wrap your lips around his cock, eliciting a hiss from the male once engulfed in the warmth of your mouth. 

“shit, i haven’t even told you to suck me yet.” his own eyes follow suit, throwing his head back as his own hand finds home on top of your head. your eagerness makes it hard for him to stay mad. if he was younger he would’ve been a little irritated if someone tried to take control, but maybe aging really did something and made your whims seem more tolerable for him. but what he loves most is seeing you struggle to fit his fat cock; whether it’s by your mouth or your pussy.

“just like that,” his voice drops an octave, watching most of his length disappear inside your mouth while your tongue runs against his veins. “fuckin’ look at me when you’re suckin’.”

you submissively comply to his command, meeting those sharp eyes you adore beneath the tousled mess of his blond and white hair. 

“you love daddy’s cock?” he doesn’t intend to give you a second to answer before he continues,  “then you wouldn’t mind chokin’ on it, don’t ya?” 

you moan in response just as he expected and he snorts through his nose. “of course you don’t.”

bakugou brings your head closer, shoving down his cock your throat before he starts to snap his hips. a chorus of curses pass his lips, taut muscles relaxing as he drowns in euphoria. drool soon starts to dribble from the corner of your lips and your jaw starts to ache, yet you’re still insistent on accommodating his cock– using your tongue when you could until he’s exploding with a mouthful of oaths.

“such a good girl.” he grunts, holding your head firmly with tension in his fingers as he stares down at you with knitted brows. “feels good havin’ dick in your mouth? hm?”

“hmm–” you moan in concur, the vibration almost drives him mad and it’s evident through the twitch you feel against your hollowed cheeks. with an exasperated groan, he pulls out his cock from your mouth and pumps it in his fist. 

“take it off and lie down. now.” his words thrum through you in a burst of heat. you swiftly discard the dress and rest on your back, spreading your legs in front of him in anticipation before he proceeds to climb on the bed. you shudder when he spits on your cunt before smothering his cock against the slit and down to your entrance to give extra lubrication. 

a deep, inarticulate sound rips from his throat, one that conveys pleasure as he sheathes his cock inside you. he can feel your walls sucking him in so welcomingly and squeezing him so tight that he thought he might cum then and there.

“that’s fuckin’ tight.” he girts out, pushing through the walls until he has bottomed out. with each hand on the sides of your head, his large and shredded build looms on top of you and keeps your smaller frame caged underneath. 

“daddy– s-so big.” you extend your arms to cling around his neck, looking up at him with a lust addled gaze. 

“i know you can handle me, sweetheart.” he smirks conceitedly and starts to roll his hips, dragging every ridge and vein against your walls through each thrust. your toes curl when he goes deeper and your nails dig into his back, leaving crimson trails as they rake.

“l-love you, daddy.” the words slip past your lips so naturally in flawless manifestation of your genuine feelings towards him. 

you observe how his lips stretch into a simper, fiery and lustrous eyes staring back at you before he replies, “love you too, ba– fuck–” 

bakugou feels you clench around him impossibly tighter and he leans down to kiss you, forcing you to swallow down his moans as he ruts inside you harder and faster.

“baby– that’s right. daddy fuckin’ loves you.” his low and resonant voice fills your ears, pleasure pulling taut in your lower stomach as the pressure begins to build up rapidly for your second orgasm. “–and he loves this tight cunt.”

“ah– daddy! p-please make me cum–” you start to babble, too lost in pleasure and your legs find themselves wrapping around bakugou’s waist to keep him closer and deeper.

“don’t you fucking dare cum yet.” he snarls before lifting himself up to keep his hands on the headboard in front of him and instantly blocking your view of the room. not that you mind when you’ve already set your eyes on him the whole time. 

“no matter how many times i’ve fucked you–” he pulls out almost completely before ramming in again, making you squeal.  “you still feel so fucking good.”

your hands reach to cup his face gently, your lips parted and wet, eyes glazed with adoration and an overflowing want for him. “all for you.” 

he chuckles quietly to himself. who knew that he would find himself burying his cock in some dumb college girl? with her heart filled eyes that tell him he’s some kind of a savior or the last man on earth. whether it’s all superficial or not, he thinks you’re pretty damn good at it.

“you sure make it hard for daddy not to love you.” he scoffs. you let out a needy whine when he pulls out and your hole convulses, instantly missing the way his cock stretches you out and makes you feel full. 

but it’s not for long when your vision suddenly keels as he flips you over to lie down on your stomach. bakugou easily hoists up your hips and pushes down your back to force you into a perfect arch before he sinks his throbbing cock inside your sloppy cunt without warning. 

“nghh– daddy–!” you cry as bakugou pounds into you with a menacing pace and hits you at the right places at the same time. 

“yeah? you like it when daddy uses you like the little slut you are?” he grabs a fistful of your hair, jerking your head up. “like you’re nothing but my little cocksleeve?”

“yesyesyes– daddy–! s-so deep– can’t!” your strength begins to drain out and you don’t know how much longer you can hold yourself  before he allows you to cum.

“you can– fuck– you’re clamping down on me.” he growls, one hand on your hips forming crescent shapes on your skin with his fingers.

your jaw has fallen slack, mouth gaping in breathless whimpers as you let bakugou abuse your little cunny while your own hands are balling into fists that your knuckles turn white. the air is filled with the sound of skin slapping against each other, mingling with his heavy pants.

“you’re really– hah– milking this fat cock.” his own rhythm turns sporadic, skin burning red with every second he prolongs his desire.

“please– daddy–” you let out a feeble moan and your legs begin to tremble as a result of the unbearable pressure tightening in your lower stomach. your pussy is already leaking with so much slick and it’s making a filthy mess on the bed. 

“you’re ready to cum for daddy?” he fucks you harder with deep strokes, knocking the breath from your lungs each time he presses into you. 

“pleasepleaseplease–” tears prickle from the corner of your eyes as the coil in your stomach threatens to snap.

“cum.” 

the word left his lips in a pure command and you break down instantly with a loud cry. a huge wash of pleasure winds its way through every nerve and your pussy gushes and clenches around his cock. 

“that’s it. good girl.” a deep growl rumbles in his chest as he observes every twitch of pleasure he has brought into you. 

“th-thank you, daddy.” you mumble, still deeply doused in ecstasy.

bakugou finally releases his harsh grip and your head plops down on the soft pillow while he pulls out and pumps his cock in his own fist, coated with your own arousal before he splurts thick ropes of cum all over your cheeks and watches as it trickles down to your cunt. 

after a brief moment of catching his breath, bakugou reaches for the nearest tissue box and helps to clean off the mess you both made. you let your exhausted body fall onto the mattress and he throws the used tissues away before leaning back on the headboard next to you, still panting and trying to get down from his high. 

“you okay?” he breaks the silence, flicking his gaze towards you and rubs your head gently in hopes to soothe the pain he caused from pulling your hair so roughly. 

you hum, seeking for solace from his touch as he pulls the blanket up to cover your bodies and reaches for his phone on the nightstand with his other hand. you silently observe him as he looks at his phone, probably reading and scrolling through emails or texts like he’d usually do after having you wrecked. 

“love you, daddy.” you suddenly squeak, yet bakugou doesn’t tear his eyes from the screen and it leaves you unsure if he heard you or not. 

“hm.” his response is indifferent and your stomach churns into an unpleasant feeling; one you don’t appreciate at all. 

“daddy.” you swallow past the lump in your throat. “i said i love you.”

bakugou clicks his tongue and your heart shatters slightly at the sound, thinking that you probably just annoyed him, “yeah, i heard you.”

“bakugou.” you suddenly snap and the hand on top of your head stills. you don’t know where the courage to call him by his name comes from, but you want to convey your sobriety over the current situation and for what you’re about to say next. cold shivers run down your spine once his attention diverges towards you and he raises a questioning brow, ushering you to speak. 

“i-i love you–” you gulp, taking a deep breath. “like, i’m in love with you.” 

his stare is impassive and there’s an uncomfortable silence weighing the air between the two of you. your cheeks begin to warm up with humiliation and a part of you dreads with regret. you aren’t sure how long the deafening silence lasted before you see a twitch at the corner of his lips. 

“you gotta be kidding me.” he snickers, shaking his head in disbelief. 

you rise up on your side and your eyes waver with confusion as you look at him. “b-but you said you love me too. you do, r-right?”

he scoffs, mostly galled by the fact that he’s actually having this conversation with you– a dumb college girl, but he doesn’t expect much either. “why the hell would i be in love with you? did i knock your head?”

getting straight to the point is one of bakugou’s nature; his bluntness is like a sharp knife that stabs you in the heart. 

“but you said–”

“why do you think i only said it when i had my cock buried inside your cunt?”

and it twists painfully. 

“forget about it. go to sleep.” he nonchalantly replies and returns back to his phone, brushing off the wounded look that’s written all over your face.

you feel humiliated, angered and disregarded. given that you were always spoiled, you can’t stand having your feelings unreciprocated and rejection is one of the things you aren’t familiar with.

“why? because you have a wife? you don’t even love her–”

you flinch when you hear the loud thud of bakugou slamming his phone down on the bed, but it’s not as fearsome as the malicious glare he’s shooting at you. “don’t you fucking say that. i don’t wanna hear that, especially coming from a dumb whore like you.”

harsh reality gives you a massive slap in the face. 

your heart is hammering against your chest and your vision begins to blur as tears well up in your eyes, threatening to spill out. you feel like you want to scream at him but the words you want to say only get caught in your throat. bakugou notices how you’re about to burst but he only rolls his eyes, expressing his vexation. 

“god,” he sighs exasperatedly and gets off from the bed to pick up his clothes from the floor. “the last thing i need is another fucking nuisance.”

“w-where are you going?” you croak as you watch him put on his clothes. 

bakugou turns to your direction and snarls, “what does it look like? leaving.” 

the pain in your chest becomes harder to bear, fat tears start to roll down your cheeks and when you try to reach for him, he coldly shoves your hand away. you saw how furious he could be through his phone calls but you were never on the receiving end; always the one who calmed him down and let him use you as a way to take out his frustrations on. now you’re nothing different than the rest of the people in his life, or maybe you were just too stupid to realize that you were never any different before too. 

“just leave when it’s time to check out. you’d know at least that much.” he scoffs as he walks to the door and twists the doorknob before turning back to you for what it seems would be the last time. 

“and don’t even think of finding me again.”

duskamethyst © 2020 • do not modify, translate or repost anywhere.

[prettynxsty]

Again

Sub!Kevin x Domme!Reader

Contains: futa/girlcock, mentions/use of alcohol, pwp, squirting, Kevin has a pussy, fingering.

Summary: You and Kevin have a slightly established relation to the effect of being friends. Both of you are drunk and have filthy sex. There’s hardly any plot this time, sorry lmfao.

AN: :))))) here is some sub!Kevin, bc there’s not enough. And one good niche fanfic for the children, be fed.

You have a plastic cup in your hand, swirling with something mixed with soda. Kevin, he's swaying in a small crowd of his friends, wearing the smallest fucking shorts and a cropped hoodie with a shirt underneath. So naturally, you slide your way through and down the last few sips of your drink before tossing the cup onto a nearby table. You slip your hands around his waist and press against him in a slight hug, following his rhythm. He glances back and quirks a small smile.

You didn't realize that he could completely feel your dick against him until he rolls his hips and presses back against you. Your hands slip over his lower belly and glide firmly down his thighs before dancing back up to grip his hips. You danced with him until the song tapered down. As you began to pull away, he turned to face you and wrapped his arms around your neck.

You didn't completely want to leave either, so you settled your hands back on his hips and nudged your knee between his thighs. He does the same and grinds forward over your thigh. A chill climbs your spine as his thigh scrubs over your bulge. You kept on back and forth like that through the next song.

You look up at him, seeing no reason to hold yourself back and lean into his mouth. You can taste the artificial sweeteners of a hard lemonade when you kiss him. He opened his mouth for more, but you suckled his bottom lip between your own and bit it before pulling away. Leaning toward his ear, you whispered for him to find you later and you’d bring him back to your place.

You sauntered away to your friends, hanging and dancing with them for a while before plopping yourself onto a vacant couch. You were getting a little sweaty anyway. After a while, you were getting ready to push yourself off of the linen cushion and try to find him, but he seemed to know where you’d be already. He had a stupid little bounce in his step, a little wobbly from toeing the line of blackout drunk. His phone was clutched in his fist as he straddled your lap and sat straight down.

"Missed you.."

He slurred off the rest of his sentence, cupping your cheeks and giving you a wet kiss. The vodka punch tasted a lot better on his tongue than the lemonade from earlier. He makes a breathy noise when your teeth scrape his fat little tongue.

You were still at a party, and you were both clearly ready to get out of there. But there was nothing wrong with sampling the food. Your lips part with a wet smack and you kissed along the corner of his mouth, stopping to suck a hickey on the underside of his jaw. Things were getting a bit more dangerous. You slid my hand up his stomach and locked it firmly around the base of his throat.

He was so stupid when he was drunk. He was probably trying to text Jacob and let them know that you were leaving together. But it shouldn't have been a surprise that he'd slipped to his camera and pressed record. His mouth fell open as you squeezed the sides of his throat, pressing wet kisses along the column.

"Mnh, kiss me again," he whispered. 

His eyes fluttered shut as you moved your head from his throat and back up to his mouth. He loses himself in the way you thrust your tongue in between his lips, his thumb brushing over the button to stop the recording as he falls into you.

The noise of the party re-enters your ears and reminds you that you wanted to take him back to your apartment. He makes a whiny noise when you stop kissing him, bottom lip swollen, puffing out in a pout.

"Come on, let's go back to mine."

.

Back in your apartment, his steps are a little shier, as if he hadn't visited plenty of times before. His fingers curl a little tighter against yours as you nudge the door shut with your foot before toeing off your shoes. In the sanctuary of your room, you blinked blearily.

"Get naked for me, baby."

You unlocked your phone with your thumbprint, connecting to the speaker beside your bed. In no way were you all the way gone, but reading wasn't as easy as it was when you were sober. You flicked upward until you settled on a playlist and set your phone on the side table.

You stopped in the middle of yanking down your underwear, seeing just how wet he'd gotten. It was just enough to make the smallest damp spot through the tiny slivers of blue silk hugging his cunt.

You let your garments pool at your ankles, kicking them against the pile of clothes you created. You shuffle over and plop down on the side of your bed, thighs spread. Kevin seemed to have some intentions in mind, slipping off of the mattress and onto his knees between your thighs. He didn't have to ask you to touch it, because he knew you’d love how he worked it. 

"So fucking big.." He marveled.

Wrapping his cool fingers around the base. His tongue lolls over his bottom lip as he gently slaps the head against the center of his tongue. He stopped to swallow, parting his lips and cramming part of your dick into his mouth.

His mouth goes from wet to sticky and slippery as he bobs his head up and down. He jacks off what he can't reach, lips kissing the top of his knuckles as he swallows down. You hissed, resting a hand on the back of his head, twirling your fingers through his little black locks.

Kevin makes a small noise in the back of his throat, he swallowed just a little too much and lurched forward. He didn't seem very phased by it, because he just kept going. As much as you enjoyed watching the game, you really liked to play. You pressed down on the back of his head just a bit and he seemed to understand, shifting his hands to rest on your bare thighs. Steadily you pushed him down, you could feel his drool leaking down your shaft.

Your toes curled and your chest rumbled with a groan. Your knuckles tighten in his hair, yanking him back with a smirk. He panted noisily through his nose, tongue darting out and sweeping across his lips.

"You're such a fucking pretty boy." Your hand drifts from his head, cupping his chin and thumbing apart his lips.

"Open." You command.

You spit in his mouth, chest bouncing with a laugh.

"Get up on the bed, lemme see your pussy."

His eyes widened, swallowing as he shakily rose from his haunches to climb up on the bed. You reach out a hand and grab his, steadying him as he climbs up.

He rolls onto his back, propped up against your pillows with his thighs spread. Had he gotten this wet from you using him?

“I want you to cum over and over again.”

Kevin was already in such a daze, sleeping with the person he’s been in love with for so long. God, he was already so drunk. No one had ever made him feel this hot. All of the boyfriends, girlfriends, and hookups just used him and kicked him out.

It’d make sense that you’d be better than all of them combined..

You crawled between his thighs, resting your hands on the softer flesh as you leaned up to kiss him before descending.

Meal time.

You spat at his mound, watching a shiver travel its way up his body as your saliva drips down his puffy labia. You hummed, leaning in and scrub your tongue against the swollen pink lip. You sucked it between your lips, gently tonguing it.

You slip your fingers into your mouth, lathering them. He whines pitifully as you drag your fingers over his slit, nudging apart his inner pink to slip your fingers in. His voice shakes as you work your index and middle into him. You flick your tongue around the hood of his clit, resting the heel of your palm against his skin.

You dug in deeply, curling your fingers upward. His voice rises in pitch, hips squirming.

You pull your fingers out to the second knuckle before pushing them back in with a wet sound, digging in and out before suddenly increasing in speed.

His drawn out moans break into short cries through his noisy panting. His pale muff rosied as your palm slapped against it.

He could never get quite used to the rhythm because you changed it so often. He clenches his teeth, tensing his core as he thrashed his head against your pillows.

“Fuck- oh fuck! F- uckfuckfuck!” He squealed, his inner thighs trembled against your wrist. You shift your free hand, gripping the upper portion of his left thigh and pin it down.

“Oh my god, unh!” The Weeknd’s crooning voice leaks under the door, the melody rattled the walls enough to keep your neighbors blissfully unaware.

-

I put you on top.

-

“I’m gonna fuckin’-!” He threw his head back, back arching in the prettiest curve. You couldn’t have mistaken the wet noise and warmth coating your fingers. You carry him through it, jerking your fingers in and out even though your wrist began to ache.

-

So call out my name.

-

Droplets splatter as you plunged in and out of him, slowing your pace as he tried to squirm away. You slid your fingers up the length of his folds, smearing his cum over the crook of his inner thigh. Just about a teaspoon of his milk, spurting over his hole and running down the backs of his thighs down to his ass.

“I’m not done, I wanna make you cum again.”

He looks up at you rising onto your knees with amazement in his eyes, glittering with the kiss of almost-tears.

You prop the crooks of his knees over your hips, scooting forward as you pumped your cock in 

your hand.

-

I want you to stay.

-

You tilt your head down, carefully spitting onto your shaft and massage in a few globules. For his sake, you reconsidered for a second, releasing your cock and letting it plop onto his cunt. Reaching forward, you stabilized yourself with a single hand on the headboard as you leaned forward to dig in your side table.

You pop the cap with your thumb, leaning back and squirt a generous amount over your dick and a small puddle on top of Kevin’s cunt. Clicking it closed, you tossed the tube back into the drawer and nudged it shut.

Resting back on your calves, you spread the lube over your shaft down to your very base. With care, you swept your fingers through the small pool dribbling over his blood swollen lips and spread it around.

-

When I- Kiss you- So gently-.

-

He watches you with a reverence, nudging apart his lips with your cock before slipping it past the mess he’d already made.

He breathes in deeply, your dick was quite a bit thicker than your fingers. You leaned down, propping yourself up on your elbows and pressed a kiss to his mouth. You swallowed his heavy breaths, just pressing your lips to his over and over again.

He could feel the tingling in his hamstrings from being folded forward like this. You rebound slowly after bottoming out, pressing in even deeper than you’d reached before.

You jumped quickly from moving slowly to reaching a moderate pace once he seemed a bit more accommodated. It didn’t hurt him, but the stretch felt so overwhelming.

“More,” he moans foolishly, kissing your upper lip.

You’d give him exactly what he needed, because you needed the same. You reared your hips back, pounding into him. Your thighs clapped against the back of his, and he was too far gone to return your kisses.

You felt his thighs shaking, his socked feet flopped uselessly in the air as you used him. He could only gasp noisily, his exhales are slutty keens.

“Oh fuck, you like it when I use you like this?” You panted, pressing wet kisses below his ear.

“U-h uh!” He babbled, throwing his arms around your neck and pulling you closer to him.

“Unh! F- uck! Again! Again, again, again!” He squeals, biting down on his bottom lip before falling into a noiseless moan.

You growled, clenching your teeth as he spasms and clenches around you. He was even more fucking wet and slippery, you were so fucking close.

You couldn’t control the animal inside of you, wrapping your arms around him before hammering in. Kevin’s cries were almost loud enough to rival the music as you abused his cunt, fucking his cum back into him.

You couldn’t take it anymore, it was a voice, just barely a whisper in the back of your mind to remind you that you couldn’t breed him yet. You growled something inhuman, ugly, freeing your dick from his cunt and hump against it like a dog.

Your voice loses its bass, shaking as viscous droplets and ropes splatter over his stomach, jumping with each deep breath.

You peel apart your eyes, he just simply watched you. Worshipful. He moves his hand to the back of your head, pulling you in to peck your mouth as you slumped against him.

[xlovelyyoongix]

wedding dress | myg

*I do not own this gif* 

summary: it didn't matter how much you loved yoongi, you were still obligated to take another man’s hand in marriage, and sadly, Yoongi had to watch. 

pairing: yoongi x f. reader. 18+

word count: 3674

genre: Vanilla smut, fluff, angst, (sad boy Yoongi) -gosh, why do I always put my mans through such a hard time-

warnings: penetrative sex (literally the whole first part of the fic is vanilla smut) , adultery (but not what you think), jealousy, and cursing. (if you notice anything else I should add as a warning, please let me know)

a/n: I literally got this idea after listening to Taeyang's song Wedding Dress for the billionth time. If you've never heard that song..... Wtf, how have you never heard of Wedding Dress? It's such a k-pop classic, and you should listen to it while reading this, or listen to it before reading this... or may listen to it after if you're anything like me and struggle with multitasking *laughs awkwardly*.😅 Ummm, I'v rambled long enough, enjoy.  😊 

"Fuck~" Yoongi's throaty moan hisses into the shell of your ear. "I l-love you." His fingers intertwining with your very own as his hips thrust in and out of your sopping core, fucking you into the hotel mattress. "I love you so much,__" Sweat building across his porcelain skin, dumpling cheeks, a misty pink along with onyx orbs mixed with the sensation of infatuation and sexual desire.  

"Y...Yoon..." You don't have the strength to finish his name as waves of pleasure ripple throughout your body. "I-I love y-you, too" Your exhausted voice speaks in a whimper, squeezing onto his hands as a euphoric buildup tightens within your abdomen. "C-close." Your lips quiver, legs tightening around Yoongi's waist, pulling him in closer.  

"I-I know..." Yoongi's muscles start to weaken as your soaking walls begin to clench around his throbbing dick, teasing your nearing release. "You feel so good~" His mouth finds a place on your neck, nibbling and kissing the sensitive spots of your soft flesh. "Will you be a good girl and cum for me?" He smirks into the curve of your neck.

With your brows creasing together, lashes fluttering like butterfly wings and thighs quivering around Yoongi's waist, you were absolutely positive the steady buildup within your core would explode at any moment. "Y-yes." was all you could manage to muster.

"Good." Using his last ounce of strength, Yoongi repositions his hips at an angle he knew would send you to heaven. His length reaches deeper, scraping across your spongy surface and slamming into the moist wall of your cervix.  

"Shhhhit!" Your head knocks, nails digging into the skin of Yoongi's back. "You. Feel. So. Good. Don't. Stop." You whimper between the beat of Yoongi slamming into you, causing the headboard to aggressively bang into the wall. "G-gonna c-cum- AH!" With tears in your eyes, colors burst into your vision as your body explodes into a flatline of bliss.  

Slamming into you with one final thrust, your walls immediately tighten around Yoongi's girth. "FUCK!" Clamping his eyes shut, the rubber band feeling snaps within his core, releasing his hot strips of cum into the tip of the condom. With his tired body collapsing into the spot beside you, Yoongi is quick to dispose of the condom into the trashbin beside the mattress.

The two of you searching for air as you gaze into each other's eyes, lost in the paradise of love. You loved him, you truly loved Min Yoongi, and no man could ever capture your heart the way he has.  

You part your lips to speak, but the loud buzzing of your alarm interrupts you, signaling that the final hour was close at hand. You bit into your lip anxiously as you put a regretful silence to the ringing.

Yoongi's nostrils release a sigh. "You don't have to do this." His tender hand reaching out, brushing a loose strand of hair behind your ear. "Please don't do this." His once husk voice, now dipping in anguish.

"Yoongi..." You whisper his name in sorrow, witnessing the sadness within his broken eyes. God, how you wish you could give in, to be able to stay in his arms forever. To run away from all your family ties and responsibilities to be with the love of your life. Sadly, you knew it was nothing more than a fantasy, and there was no turning back. "I love you so much... b-but."

"Tch!" Yoongi smacks his teeth with a grunt, dismissing your further statement. He pulls himself from the mattress, gathering his clothes that were scattered across the floor. "For once in your life,__, can't you make a decision for yourself and not give a damn what your family thinks?" Yoongi spits back, sliding his legs into his jeans.

Frustrated that Yoongi would choose now of all times to have this conversation with you, you roll your eyes with attitude. "For the thousandth time, Yoongi," You yank yourself up in bed, pulling your shirt over your head. "there isn't anything I can do!" Your hands slap into the comforter out of aggravation.

"Yes, there is." Yoongi shakes his head, tossing his shirt over his body. "You could not marry him. That's what you could do." He snaps back. "If you really love me, you would just leave with me."

Your swollen lips tighten into a line, nostrils flaring. "Don't do that... you know I love you, Yoongi." You're disappointed at the fact he would even throw that in your face at a time like this.

Yoongi's thick brows furrow together, provokingly. "And yet, you're marrying another man." He shrugs his shoulders a-matter-a-factly. "Do you think I'm just gonna sneak around and climb into your bedroom window at night, fucking you while your husband is in the other room, huh?"

Frustrated by your lover's choice of words, your fingers rub at your temples, hoping to relieve the stress. "You knew this would happen...you knew I was arranged to be married. This is what you signed up for-..."

"BULLSHIT!" Yoongi's harsh voice challenges back. He took a moment to catch himself, never being the type to raise his voice, especially at you. He inhales a breath before releasing it slowly. "You said you would find a way out of it, __. That you wouldn't marry him." His jet eyes cut to yours once again.

"I said, I would TRY to find a way out of this marriage. I never promised you that I would." You couldn't believe the two of you were fighting at a time like this. You'd rather spend your last moments as a free woman, wrapped in Yoongi’s embrace instead of arguing over something that can't be controlled. "And I did try! I tried everything I possibly could, but my parents need me to marry him. There isn't any other way..." Your voice starts to crack as the emotions ripple throughout your body. "T-this is hard on me, too, ya know." You break, a tear slipping down the round of your cheek as you remember in 3 hours, you'll be married to a man you barely knew.

Yoongi was silent, the hands at his sides balling into fists as he attempted to gather his thoughts and emotions.

Opening your mouth to console your lover, you're interrupted by a knock on the door. You flinch at the sound, afraid that someone would catch Yoongi in your bedroom, which would ruin the entire plan your family had in place for today.

"__, it's me, Alex." A female voice speaks from the other side.

You release a sigh of relief in hearing your best friend's voice. "Come in, Alex." You announce, straightening yourself in bed.

You hear the living room door creak open, soon the slender frame of your best friend steps into your bedroom. Her black hair styled in a neat top bun, natural makeup designed across her honey face, and carrying her maid of honor dress across her arms. "Jungkook is keeping guard of the hallways, making sure no one sees Yoongi leaving the room." She sends a nod towards the male, signaling it was his time to exit.  

"Fine." Was all Yoongi could manage to say as he gathered the rest of his belongings.

Your eyes follow his every move, somberly. "Y-Yoongi, I ..." Your heart aches, knowing this would be the last time you'll see Yoongi as a free woman. You want to hold him, kiss him, tell him that no matter what happens, he will be the only man that will ever reside in your heart.

Pretending not to hear you, Yoongi brushes past you as if you didn't exist, heading out the door. "I'll see you at the wedding," He says before leaving, never once looking back. He didn't have the strength to.  

The aching in your chest tightens, and your throat becomes rasp, warm tears streaming from your eyes. You hated this. Absolutely hated this, the fact you were getting married to a stranger, but mostly, the fact that you were the cause of your lover's pain. How could you possibly manage the stress of it all?  

"Oh no,__. Don't cry." Alex whimpers in a pout, witnessing her best friend's dismay.  

Taking a breath, you rub the tears from your eyes, gathering your thoughts. You didn't have time to think, or feel emotion. Today was about business, and no matter how much you desperately wanted to chase after your lover to aid his wounded heart, you had an obligation to your family that needed to be fulfilled. "I'll be alright." You wipe your nose with the back of your sleeve. "Let's get ready for the wedding."

  Stepping into the chapel, raven-hair freshly washed, bowtie neatly in place around his white collar and a sleek black suit fitting around his frame, Yoongi chewed the inside of his lip anxiously. Observing the sea of people that call themself your family, all dressed in the most elegant fashion money could buy as they sit in pews of the church, gossiping amongst each other.

It was no secret that Yoongi despised your family, not only because of their petty political ties but because they were the ones responsible for this mess. Marrying you off to a man twice your age for their own powerful gain. "Fuckin' rich people." He mutters to himself.  

"Mr.Min, please get into position. The ceremony will begin shortly." One of the ushers pats Yoongi on the shoulder.

"Sure," He responds dryly, immediately regretting ever agreeing to be a part of the damn wedding in the first place.

Making his way through the sea of people, Yoongi overhears a conversation that makes his ears burn.

"Oh, isn't __ just the sweetest girl!" The elderly woman brags to her circle of friends. "My son, Andrew, promised me, grandchildren, as soon as the honeymoon is over." She giggles cheerfully. "I can't believe I'll finally get to be a grandmother!" Her smile from ear to ear.

The very thought of a man touching you, loving you, and fucking a baby into you causes Yoongi's stomach to twist in disgust. Even though you were always promised to another, Yoongi thought that by the grace of God, you'd somehow end up with his last name. "I'll need a drink after this." He mumbles to himself, taking a seat on the white piano bench, cracking his knuckles to prepare for his performance.

 Time passes, and Andrew makes his way into the Chapple. His brown hair slick back, hazel eyes shimmering under the crystal lights, as his slender white suit fits around him handsomely. For being an older gentleman, Andrew was indeed a sight for sore eyes; however, Yoongi knew a man like that could never be your cup of tea.

The moment Andrew takes his place at the altar, the musical director signals Yoongi to start. His jet orbs roll callously, as his regretful fingers begin to dance across the keys of the grand piano. A part of Yoongi wondered, if he stopped playing and if the church didn't have any music, would that be enough to stop the wedding? Would that buy him enough time to find you, whisking you away in his broken-down car? "Tch.." Yoongi sucks in a breath. "As if that could happen." He mumbles, bringing himself back to reality.

Yoongi's eyes spot Alex in her maid of honor dress walking down the aisle with Jungkook at her side, the two split off as they make their way to the altar.

The moment that everyone is in place, the music director signals Yoongi to halt the piano. Yoongi's fingers come to a stop.

The wooden chapel doors creak open again. Your body steps out, sheer veil concealing your precious face, the sweetheart chest of the white wedding dress supports your breast elegantly, torso hugging into your shapely curves as the rest of your dress puffs out into a classic ball gown. Yoongi's lips hang ajar in disbelief, inhaling the essence of your beauty.

The music director signals him to play again.

His fingers dancing across the keys creating a happy tune despite the anguish pooling within his soul. Every step you took down the aisle, Yoongi felt a blow to his chest, as if his heart was being yanked from its strings. He immediately regrets getting upset with you in the last moments you had together, not giving you the proper goodbye you deserved. "I love you." He whispers into the air for no one but himself to hear.

Before taking your final step at the altar, your saddened eyes connect with Yoongi's onyx ones. You never thought you'd see the day Yoongi would ever wear a suit. You remember him expressing his hate for fancy clothing, explaining that they made him uncomfortable, how he'd rather be in a pair of sweats and a baggy T-shirt. Your lips curl with a giggle at the memory, the only thing bringing you happiness at that moment. "I love you, Yoongi." You whisper as the aching in your chest cried out for him.

Andrew interrupts your thoughts with a loud cough, signaling you to finally take your place at the altar.  

"O-Oh, right." You snap back to reality, lifting your dress to waltz up the step, taking your place in front of Andrew. Even though the man you would soon call your husband was now standing before you, you couldn't help but keep your eyes on the real love of your life, Yoongi.

"Let us begin in prayer." The music stops, and the priest standing between the two of you bows his head to speak the prayer. Of course, you aren't listening, his holy words slipping in one ear and out the other as you recall all the moments you've spent with Yoongi. Remembering the times he made you laugh, the times he dried your tears, how his beautiful hands would touch you as if you were the most delicate flower, how he'd make love to you. God, you wish Yoongi was the man standing in front of you, taking your hand in marriage.

"For once in your life,__, can't you make a decision for yourself and not give a damn what your family thinks?"

The words Yoongi fought back at you this morning, begin to replay in your mind. With regretful eyes, you glance over at your mother and father in the front row. Your mother with the biggest smile on her face and your father with broad shoulders, proud.

You can't falter now. You were doing this for your family. There was no turning back...right?

"I do." Andrew's vow interrupts your thoughts. His eyes shining, looking into you with admiration. Unlike yourself, Andrew wanted this wedding. He knew from the very moment he first laid eyes on you, he’d have you for a wife. So, using his power, he convinced your father for your hand in marriage, and in return, Andrew would fulfill his promise by tripling the profit of your father's company, leaving you without a say in the matter.  

"And do you,__, take Andrew Mathew, to be your lawfully wedded husband. To have and to hold, threw sickness and in health, as long as you both shall live?" The priest asks you, thick holy bible in hand.

Your heart drops, hands tightly gripping onto the fabric of your wedding dress. "I...I ah..." Your lips quiver and your throat grows dry. You don't want to marry Andrew. You don't want to start a life with someone you barely even knew. You wanted Yoongi. "Father, I..." You lift the veil from your face, your distressed eyes connecting with your father's confused ones. It was now or never. "Father, I'm so sorry, but I can't do this."

The entire congregation gasps in disbelief, gossip and whispers echo throughout the Chapple.

Yoongi's hooded eyes widened in shock at your words. Taking a stand from his seat, his vision is glued to you, curious to what your next move would be.

"W-wait, wait, wait..." Andrew chuckles, rubbing the stress away from his temples. "Your father promised I would be marrying you today." His lips curve arrogantly.

"I'm sorry, Andrew." Your tone drops apologetically. "But I can't marry you." Your brows crinkle together, lips forming into a frown, displaying your sincerest condolences to your now, ex-fiance.  

"No!" Andrew's robust voice shouts, aggressively grabbing onto your wrist to hold you in place "You will marry me,__ or the deal I have planned with your father is voided." He sneers through clenched teeth.  

With the thick vein forming in the corner of Andrew's head, face burning red, and nostrils flared, you now knew the kind of husband Andrew would be in a marriage, and you'd be damned if you ever let a man treat you that way. "I won't." You reply back with a confident attitude.

Andrew steps into your face with hostile force. "Tch. Why you..."

"Let her go."

Your heart thumps wildly as your ears pick up the familiar deep tone of voice. "Y-Yoongi?" you see him, his hand grabbing hold of Andrews's forearm, prompting your ex-fiance to release you from his tight grip.

Andrew chuckles wickedly. "Look what we have here. The help, telling me what to do." Andrew shoves a finger into Yoongi's chest, nudging him backward. "Do you even know who I am? How powerful my family name is?" He questions with a cocked brow.

Yoongi's expression remains stoic, unphased by the rich male’s threats. "I don't care who you are, but if you don't let my girlfriend go, we're going to have a problem." Yoongi's eyes cut dangerously, his jaw locking, as his hand balls into a fist at his side.

"Y-Yoongi..." You've never seen your lover with such a daring expression, but you knew he was serious.

For a moment, Andrew locks eyes with Yoongi, studying the flaming rage that danced behind his jet orbs. Despite the difference in weight and height between the two men, Andrew now knew it was best not to challenge the younger male. "Tch." The ex-fiance smacks his teeth, realizing his defeat. "She isn't even worth it. You can have her." He releases your wrist, brushing past the pastor. "The wedding is off, and the deal is canceled." He announces to your father before making his furious exit out of the Chapple.  

"__,!" Your father's loud voice yells out your name. "What the hell do you think you're doing?!" He shouts, rushing to your side in a panic.

"Father, I'm so sorry," You begin with apologetic eyes. "But I won't marry someone that I don't love, just to make you happy." You finally find the courage to stand up to the man responsible for your birth. "The person that I love is Min Yoongi." You proudly say your boyfriend's name, taking hold of his hand.

Proud you were finally standing up for yourself, Yoongi's lips pulled into a smile, his fingers intertwining with your own.

"D-do you realize what you've done?!" Your father's spit flying through the air as he screamed.

Even with your father in such an enraged state, there was nothing you were afraid of so long as Yoongi stood by your side. "I do, actually." You give your lover's hand a firm squeeze. "This time, I'm choosing me." Despite the monstrous expression on your father's face, you smile.

You witness the muscles in your father's face move as he releases his clenched teeth, nostrils exhaling a heavy breath. "I..." Realizing what he has done, his eyes softened. "I'm sorry,__" The apology slipped from his lips remorsefully." I can't believe I was about to marry my daughter off to a man she barely knew." He shakes his head in disbelief of himself. "Can you ever forgive me?"  

"Oh father," Your brows creasing together, eyes softening at your father's digression. "Of course, I can forgive you." Overjoyed, your hands reach up, wrapping your arms around his neck as he pulls you into a tight embrace. "Thank you so much." You're nearly close to tears.  

Your father pats your back, savoring the moment the two of you were sharing together. "I'm sure this, Min Yoongi, is a bright, young man." He pulls away, now eyeing down the man you called your boyfriend. "You take care of my daughter now." His meaty index finger wags.

Yoongi chuckles because, of course, he would take care of you. "Yes, sir." He agrees.

Your father pats your shoulder. "Now the two of you get the hell outta here. From the way things turned out today, I have a mess that needs cleaning."  

You send your father one last smile before rushing off with Yoongi down the aisle. Members of your family shout, demanding an explanation, but the two of you laugh it all off, holding hands as you rush out of the church.

Finally, reaching the car, Yoongi opens the passenger side for you, providing you a hand as you step into his vehicle, gathering the tail of your wedding dress to fit into your lap. Once you're buckled in, Yoongi makes his way to the driver's side, slipping into the seat. "I may not be able to take you to Bora Bora, but I can still give you a honeymoon back at my place." He winks with a gummy smile.

You giggle at your boyfriend's words, somehow always able to bring a smile to your face. "It doesn't matter where in the world I am," You lean in, planting a kiss on his dumpling cheek. "My paradise is always with you."

Yoongi's onyx eyes find yours once again. "I don't know what I'd do without you." He gently cups your cheek into his hand, swiping his thumb across your delicate skin. "I love you, __." His heart flipping with joy that you were now free to love whoever you choose. Free to love him.

You nudge your cheek into Yoongi's palm, starry eyes gazing into your lover through the thicks of your lashes. There was no one else you'd rather give your heart to than the man in front of you. "I love you too, Min Yoongi."

[yeet-me-dad-dy]

The Sweet Stuff

Authors: @yeet-me-dad-dy​ and @littlegreypistol​

Characters: Anti x Chase (AntiAverage)

Warnings: Oral sex, anal sex, tentacle dick, excessive cum.

Words: 2,435

Summary: Cuddling in bed turns to smut.

Note: I adopted this from a rp we did and tried to keep it as word for word as I could, so it might not be... super well put together. I haven’t done a fic from a rp before, but something tells me I‘m about to start.

Chase flops down next to Anti on the demon’s big round bed, a chocolate Poptart between his lips. Anti looks at him with a raised brow.

“What are you doin’?”

“Brought snacks,” Chase replies around the treat as he takes a bite.

He hands Anti a piece, but before he can even pull the treat into his mouth, Chase’s lips are on his, stealing the Poptart. Instinctively, Anti’s tongue goes with it, forcing itself into the other man’s mouth, where tongues entangle together.

Anti lets out a soft moan and Chase’s eyelids flutter closed as he brings a hand up to caress the demon’s cheek. This wasn’t entirely unexpected, - Chase and Anti are tangled up in each other whenever they can be - so Anti wastes no time in wrapping his arms around the other man’s waist and pulling him close. One of Chase’s legs drapes itself over Anti’s, and with a grin, the demon falls to his back, pulling his partner with him.

Chase chuckles into his mouth before he dips in, deepening the kiss that’s easily reciprocated as Anti locks his legs around the other man’s waist. Suddenly, lips are beneath his jaw, pressing upward to angle Anti’s head so that Chase can get at his pulse point, where he presses soft, open-mouthed kisses that morphs into gentle sucking.

Anti lets out a whine as he claws at Chase’s back, his shirt bunching up beneath the demon’s fingers.

“Fuck, Chase...” He moans as his mind begins to swim. Chase has an effect on him that no one else ever has. He’s intoxicating, and Anti will gladly admit that he’s addicted to the man. Everything about him is inviting, appealing... desirable.

Chase rocks his hips against Anti as his tongue joins the dance on his neck, licking along the spot he’s claimed. The demon, in turn, can’t help the involuntary buck of his hips that rises in search of more friction. Chase’s fingers dance downward along Anti’s side to play at the hem of his shirt. He nudges it up to reveal the demon’s v-line, which has Anti hissing in want.

“Chase, s-stop teasin’ me... Just... fuckin’ touch me...” he tries to growl, but it comes out as a whine

Anti can feel the grin against his neck as Chase pulls away to smirk down at his partner.

“You’re so impatient,” he chuckles.

The bed dips around his legs as Chase pulls down to lick along the outline of Anti’s v-line. His tongue is warm and wet against the demon’s skin, and it has him squirming. His breath picks up and a light blush paints his cheeks. He allows his eyes to flutter closed and mouth to fall open ever so slightly.

Chase moves slowly, pressing kisses all along Anti’s v-line. The demon sucks in a breath when he feels Chase’s lips on his crotch. He groans and bucks again, skin on fire with desire. One of his partner’s hands sneaks up his shirt, tracing teasing circles over his abdomen. He smiles into the skin just above the waistband of Anti’s jeans as sparkling blue eyes peer up at the sight before him.

“Cha-a-ase...” Anti’s chest heaves with unrestrained desire. His hands come up to rest on the bed beside his head, and it’s all he can do to not claw at his own hair in an attempt to release some pent up energy.

“Well, if this isn’t a sight for sore eyes,” Chase murmurs. He pushes himself to his knees and stares down at his partner with a predatory gaze as his fingers find Anti’s zipper. The demon lifts his lips just enough to allow Chase to pull his pants downward, the tentacle-like appendage beneath springing free. Chase glides soft fingers over the ribbed member, teasing.

Anti grits his teeth and growls, frustrated at the lack of friction. “F-fuck.. off...”

Chase’s hand stills and Anti swears silently at himself.

“Poor choice of words,” his partner growls and pulls away.

Anti panics, eyes flying open, and he grabs desperately for Chase.

“No, wait! Please, don’t go... Please...”

This is a side of Anti that Chase hasn’t seen, but the demon can’t help himself. He wants Chase. He needs Chase. With a grin, his partner shimmies Anti’s pants down farther, revealing the thick bulge at the base of his cock and the soft sack beneath. A moan breaks free from Anti’s lips as Chase wraps his hand around his member and begins to pump slowly, then faster and harder, yet still agonizingly slow, enough to make Anti writhe beneath him.

Another lewd moan and Anti is bucking up into Chase’s hand, though only momentarily. He whines when that firm, warm grip disappears, and gasps when it’s replaced by Chase’s even warmer mouth. His partner licks a slow stripe up the underside of Anti’s length, his tongue stud pressing firmly into the soft flesh there.

“Oh, fuck, Chase... Chase...” he moans again, longer and louder.

Chase presses his lips to the pointed tip of Anti’s member, giving it a soft kiss before he sinks down, taking all of the demon’s cock down his throat. He hums, sending vibrations along the appendage and straight into Anti’s core, and he can’t help it when his hips begin to thrust upward, fucking Chase’s mouth.

The other man groans around Anti’s growing hardness and hollows his cheeks to take in more and more as he keeps to a faster and steadier pace.

“Chase...” Anti breathes. “Chase, please...”

Chase rests both hands on Anti’s hips, using it as leverage to quicken his pace. Anti can feel his cock knocking against the back of Chase’s throat and sliding downward. He can feel Chase swallow back his gag reflex, wincing every time those warm, wet walls tighten around him.

“Fuck, Chase. Fuck fuck fuck fuck fuck.”

His hands finally tangle in the bedding beside him, back arching and legs writhing. His chest heaves as his knot begins to swell and he so desperately wants to bury it inside of Chase.

Anti is on the verge of tears when Chase pulls back.

“Christ...” he mumbles before licking the tip of Anti’s cock. The demon squirms when he presses his tongue to the swollen slit there and it slides in, just barely, but enough to give Anti a good fucking with his tongue before he dips in and indulges in the demon’s entire length once more.

Anti writhes and bucks beneath him, a mess of moans and whines as fire in his stomach becomes unbearable.

“P-please, Chase... More... please...”

Chase’s hands are on Anti’s hips again, nails digging in to steady himself as he draws back and forth along the ribbed cock in his throat. Anti watches his back muscles arch as he presses all the tension to keep his lips tight and his head moving up and down rapidly, delivering complete friction to the demon’s throbbing member.

At this rate, Anti knows he can’t keep up. He’s on the very edge, and only a few seconds later, he’s pushed over.

“Chase, I’m... I’m gonna...”

He spills over with a cry. All of his muscles tense and he forces himself as deep down Chase’s throat as he can, pressing the bulging knot to the other man’s lips. His cock twitches as it sends thick, hot seed straight into Chase’s stomach, filling him full.

He can feel Chase swallowing around him, taking every drop that he has to give, even as tears swell in the corners of his eyes. He hums as he swallows, the vibrations milking Anti’s cock, drawing out his high. He’s only vaguely aware of the pain in his hips as Chase’s nails dig in, splitting the skin.

After what seems like an eternity and he nearly passes out from the intensity of the orgasm, Anti begins to come down. He relaxes back against the mattress, panting. Bursts of light twinkle behind his eyelids like stars in a night sky and he’s forced to try and blink them away.

Chase collapses beside him, pulling in ragged breaths from the rush that pulsed down his throat. His mouth is stained with what little seed was able to escape.

Anti tangles his a hand in his partner’s hair and scratches his scalp gently with sharp claws.

“Fuck, Chase...” he breathes. He’s still not satisfied, and he knows Chase isn’t either.

Chase leans into his touch and Anti chuckles, bringing a knee up to nudge at the other man’s crotch, confirming what he already knew. Despite the look of irritation sent his way, Anti grins.

“C’mon, Chase. I know you’re not satisfied. Put that cock of yours where I know we both want it.”

He groans. “Jesus Christ, you really are impatient...” With a chuckle, he rolls back over. “Flip over,” he commands.

Anti does as he’s told, flipping over onto his stomach. He moan escapes at the sudden pressure on his bulging cock. It’s hard and thick against his abdomen, warm and still very, very erect.

The bed dips as Chase lays down behind him. Hands are on his hips again and Anti gasps as a warm tongue swipes over and prods at his entrance.

“Oh, FUCK. Fuck, Chase...” He buries his face in his arms as toes curl and uncurl.

The other man’s tongue circles around his asshole before it retreats, and then only a second later, it’s forcing itself inside, breaching his entrance. Chase swirls his tongue around Anti’s walls, massaging and using his spit to lube him up.

Anti moans low as his walls clench around the wet muscle within, then relax as he grows used to the sensation. Chase groans in return, pressing vibrations to Anti’s rim, and a hand falls away from his hips so that the other man can fumble with his own jeans.

A low rumble in his chest is all Anti can do to not tell Chase to hurry the fuck up. He groans into Anti as he strokes himself a few times, then gives him a tap on the back, his way of telling Anti to raise his hips.

The demon does what he’s told. The bed shakes as Chase pushes himself to his knees, then there’s a hand around his cock as the other man scoops up the lube that naturally drips from the member. Anti waits as Chase coats his own cock in the slick. He does his breath to keep his breathing even as his partner presses the head of his cock to Anti’s entrance, and then he’s driving deep, burying himself up to the hilt inside of the demon.

“Ohhhhh fuck...” Chase moans as Anti bites down hard on his own arm.

Both hands find the demon’s hips again, and Chase starts to thrust. Moans slip freely from both men with no intent of holding back.

“Harder... Fuck me hard, Chase...”

His partner thrusts with more determination, and Anti’s eyes roll back in his head as his prostate is struck over and over and over again. Each hit sends pleasure exploding through him, enough so that he’s seeing stars.

Chase never falters, pace accelerating, and he leans forward to rest on Anti’s back as he moves.

“Fuck, Anti... Fucking hell-”

The demon can only moan in reply. He can’t think. Can’t form any words. Can’t form any thoughts besides “more more more more more”.

Chase’s hips drive deeper, pushing him to the very base. The slapping of skin echoes around the two, along the song of promiscuity. He surges forward, deeper and deeper, and Anti can feel his legs trembling behind him as Chase gets closer to the edge.

“Oh, fuck you’re so tight...” the man breathes, and Anti clenches around him, squeezing him tighter, pulling him deeper.

His cock is throbbing, knot so large that the skin around it is pulled painfully tight, and more and more blood is rushing to engorge his already thick member.

“H-hurts...” he whines. His knot is usually inside of Chase when it’s swollen. The pressure helps to relieve the pain, but without that, Anti is in agony.

Chase wraps a hand around Anti’s member, stroking firmly as his pace behind grows sloppy. A moan breaks through his partner’s throat. 

“I’m close, Anti...” he whines.

The demon bucks forward, fucking into Chase’s hand and back onto his cock. Anti is so so sensitive, almost to the point of overstimulation.

“Kn-knot... Chase... P-please, just... Hand around... my knot...”

Chase presses his face down and bites Anti’s shoulder. With the beckon, he brings both hands to Anti’s knot, gripping him hard as he thrusts harder until he can’t stomach it any longer. He squeezes tightly as he tenses into his climax. The bite on Anti’s shoulder strengthens and blood floods his mouth as he groans.

The demon growls as the flood of cum in his intestines pushes him over the edge. He nearly collapses from his second climax. Thick white seed flows freely from his twitching cock, held in place only by Chase’s hands, and soaks the bed. It leaves a deep puddle, as if someone had poured half a gallon of milk onto the mattress.

When they finally come down, Chase is left to pant heavily from where he rests on Anti’s back. With what little strength he has left, he releases his partner and collapses to the side, pulling out roughly. The demon does his best to crawl over Chase and onto the other side of the bed, away from the pool of cum, before he collapses on his stomach with a moan.

Chase gingerly scoops him up and brings him close, holding him tight despite the fact that there’s hot seed on the demon’s stomach.

“Fuck, dude...” he breathes.

Anti nuzzles into the crook of his neck. He squirms slightly, angling himself so that his still-swollen knot isn’t pressed between their bodies to cause discomfort to either of them. Once comfortable, he hums and gives Chase a soft kiss on the neck. His partner murmurs in response and presses close. fingers glide to play with the hairs along the demon’s neck, tracing simple circles before they move to card through the thicker strands.

“‘M gonna fall asleep...” Anti mumbles, exhausted.

The other man chuckles and draws him impossibly closer, offering his shoulder as cushioning.

You do that. I’ll watch over you,” he promises as fingers twirl through Anti’s soft curls. He presses a kiss to Anti’s forehead and regards the demon through half-lidded eyes. “Sleep well, Anti.”

The demon hums one last time before his breathing grows deep and steady and he’s fast asleep. Chase joins shortly, drifting off soon enough to rest beside him.

[nadiaofazeroth]

Restoration, Part 1

In which Nadia drugs Trigon while he competes for the prize of “World’s Worst Patient”.

It was warm. Very, very warm.

Something soft and comfortable underneath was his head, and he could feel something smooth beneath his palms and fingers.

There was the sound of shuffling, and Trigon could see dim light slowly begin to illuminate the darkness behind closed eyelids. He groaned and shut his eyes tighter as his senses began to return, and with it the pain.

Where am I?

Something cool and damp suddenly pressed against his forehead. Trigon’s eyes snapped open, and his arm lashed out. There was a gasp, and he had to blink a few times to try and focus. It took a moment for him to realize that he could only see out of one eye, with something being over the other, as his gaze focused on whatever was the source of the unwanted contact.

“T-Trigon,” Nadia’s hands pried at his grip around the collar of her shirt, the rag she had been using to dab his forehead dripping onto her top, “It’s me, it’s Nadia.”

He blinked rapidly again and this time his vision finally cleared enough to reveal the mage’s cautious gaze. Trigon huffed and let go of her clothing, letting himself relax just a little bit. 

“What happened?” He rubbed at his forehead, trying to will away the remaining drowsiness, and it was then he realized he was lying on his stomach and felt the bandages secured tightly over his face and torso.

“Well,” she began hesitantly, “I teleported us back to Dalaran after I found you in that field. You fainted, and then Khadgar helped me bring you here. You’re in one of his guest rooms.”

“...What day i be it?” 

“Oh, um, Thursday.”

It’s been four fuckin’ days? Trigon grit his teeth irritably at the realization that he’d been out longer than he would have liked. Perfect, fuckin’ perfect.

Nadia tried to dab the cloth to his forehead again, only to have him fight off her hands. 

“Stop dat.”

“Okay, alright, I’m supposed to let Khadgar know when you’re awake, anyway.” She tossed the rag onto the bedside table and started to stand, only to freeze when Trigon groaned and made to get up, “What are you doing?”

“I’m gettin’ out of ‘ere,” every muscle and bone in his body protested as moved, and his exhaustion cut his goal short. The troll’s face twisted in pain as he sat on the edge of the bed, “I can’ just...lie here.”

“Wait, no. You’re in no shape to be going anywhere. ” 

Nadia bristled when Trigon suddenly stood and took a wobbly step forward. He looked like he might faint again at any moment, and she reached forward to try and steady him. Much to her annoyance, he was still physically stronger than her, even in this state, and it made holding him back difficult. 

“Khadgar!” She called out, “Trigon’s up!”

“Will you stop ya harping?” The troll ran his hands over his face and groaned, “Too loud.”

“Sorry, sorry...”

It took another moment of awkwardly trying to keep Trigon from stepping around her before Nadia was finally able to get him to sit down at the very least. She’d never been so grateful to see Khadgar when he opened the door and came in a few seconds later.

“Oh, my.” The Archmage tilted his head to the side as he examined the situation, “It would appear that you are awake.”

“Good fuckin’ observation.” 

“Come now, there’s no reason for the attitude - “

“I be tired, have no idea what be goin’ on, and in pain,” he scowled at both mages, “dat be more den enough reason.”

“Fair enough,” Khadgar sighed, stepping closer to take a better look at the troll. “Goodness, you really are worse for wear.”

“I don’ have time for dis.” Trigon tried to stand for a second time, only to have Nadia interfere once again, “Enough already!”

“Tell you what,” Khadgar clapped his hands together and shot his apprentice a pointed look when he saw her brows knit into a scowl, “I’ll go find us a priest to get their, ah, professional opinion. Does that sound good to everyone?”

“...Fine,” he ground out through clenched teeth, and Khadgar turned on his heel and made his way out to carry out this new task. Out of the corner of his eye, Trigon saw Nadia reach to adjust one of the bandages on his arm, and he pulled back out of her reach even though every muscle in his body ached at the sudden movement, “Fo’ fucks sake, what did I just say!?”

“I need to change them out for fresh ones.” Nadia kept trying to get a hold of him, and what followed was a short lived dodging match between herself and the most hard-headed troll alive, “Stop fidgeting!”

“No.”

She huffed and tossed the fresh bandage strips in her hand back on the bedside table in defeat, “Have it your way then; get an infection for all I care.”

Trigon didn’t respond and just continued to scowl at her; she glared back, which amused him just slightly, before moving about to clean up the room. He scoffed and rested his elbows on his knees, watching her with mild interest as she flitted back and forth from one mess to another. Not that there was much to clean, however, and the troll realized immediately that the mage was just trying to make herself busy.

“Leave it,” he said after a moment, “and leave dis room. I want ta be alone.”

“What about - “

“Don’ make me say it again.”

Her features twisted up in a sneer and she placed her hands on her hips, “You almost died out there and you’re asking me to leave you alone? After you’ve just woken up for the first time in days, you’re first instinct is isolation?”

“Close the door on ya way out,” it took more effort than it should have, but Trigon managed to successfully get himself into a lounging position on the bed. He sighed as he stretched his legs out on the mattress, letting his head rest on the pillows lined up along the headboard. The troll could still feel Nadia staring at him with barely contained disapproval, and he scowled back at her, “Ju got a problem?”

“Yes. You.” With a roll of her eyes, she deposited herself into a nearby chair, “I’m not just going to leave; Khadgar asked me to watch you, amongst other things, and I’m not going to just ‘let you be’ until he tells me otherwise or you somehow miraculously get better within the next five minutes.”

“Ya know,” he began, glaring holes into her forehead as she smoothed out the folds of her skirt, “ya can be a real pain in my ass sometimes.”

“Likewise.” 

This seemed to amuse him, because he let out a harsh laugh and smirked a little bit before turning to stare out the window in silence. They sat like that for a while longer, not speaking or looking at the other any longer, until Khadgar finally returned. There was a disgruntled looking gnome that trailed in behind him wearing the traditional garb of priests, except for the obnoxious, mechanical monocle on his face. Trigon saw both the gnome and Nadia’s features scrunch up when the two made eye contact.

“Well, well, well, if it ain’t Miss Ravenscroft. Again.” He tapped a finger to his chin thoughtfully, “Strange. Khadgar stated that someone needed healing, but you don’t look like a demon chewed you up and then spit you back out this evening.”

“It’s not me who needs healing,” she huffed, and Trigon could see her cheeks turn the slightest shade of pink. The mage gestured towards him with a roll of her eyes, “Mender Sparkcraft this is Trigon. Trigon, meet Mender Sparkcraft. He needs stitches and an herbal salve. Probably has a fever too, not that he’s let me check for sure.”

At this, she gave the assassin a pointed glare, which he returned with his own before giving Sparkcraft a once over. The gnome stared back just as curiously and adjusted his monocle with interest. 

“Hm, you’re different from the others,” he muttered. “No matter; let’s see what we can do.”

He approached Trigon as his hands began to glow a soft white hue, and the troll sat patiently as the healer examined his wounds, turning from side to side or lifting one arm or another when asked. After a few minutes of quick examination, the gnome stepped back and began fiddling with his monocle again. 

“Well, from what I can tell, you’re a little bit worse for wear.” He tilted his head to the side as he thought, “It’s interesting that you’re regeneration has not kicked in yet, after all you are a troll and enough time has passed for you to be back to your normal self by now.”

Khadgar glanced between Sparkcraft and Trigon in concern, “Well, what does that mean exactly?”

“It means that something is blocking your natural healing abilities, also meaning your friend here isn’t going anywhere for awhile, not until we can find out what it the cause for it or he heals over time. Like a normal person.” The gnome cracked his knuckles and turned to leave, “I’ll come back later this week for a blood sample and to check on your progress. And change those bandages please, you’ll get an infection otherwise.”

“That’s what I said,” Nadia gave Trigon a pointed look, which he returned easily and with a bit more contempt. 

“Good. Then you can be the one to help me fix him up.”

Both trolls whipped their gazes to the gnome who looked completely oblivious to their gawking. “Wait, what?”

 “You heard me; I can’t come every day, so someone’s going to have to pick up some of the slack. Besides, Nadia here knows more about first aid than the average mage, I’ve healed her enough times after all.”

“Sparkcraft,” the young apprentice began, wringing her fingers while another blush spread across her face, “I don’t think that I should...well, it’s not that...”

“It would really help, Nadia.” Khadgar gave her a pleading look, seemingly unaware of the sour look that was on Trigon’s face as a result of basically not being included in the conversation, “I would find someone, but as you know I’m very busy and it is very short notice.”

“But -”

“No buts!” Sparkcraft waved a hand nonchalantly, “You’ll be fine, end of discussion. And you,” he pointed a finger at Trigon, “are not officially on bed rest. And then after that, house arrest, got it.”

Trigon just scowled in response but didn’t seem to be about to argue the verdict. The priest gave one final nod before taking his leave, taking Khadgar with him as they began to discuss some other topic entirely. With a resigned sigh, the troll leaned back against the pillows on his bed again and ran a hand through his hair, not at all pleased with how sore his muscles were at what was supposed to be a simple motion. 

Nadia fidgeted awkwardly in her seat for a moment longer before standing rigidly, trying not to make eye contact with him by glancing around the room nervously. 

“What? Am I makin’ ya nervous, Nadia?”

The blush intensified and her nose scrunched up, “Whatever, can I get you anything. Like some tea or something for the headache.”

“No, I don’t be wantin’ any fuckin’ tea.”

“Look,” she placed her hands on her hips defiantly, and Trigon glanced at her curiously, “you’re stuck with me until further notice whether you like it or not, so you better start being nice to me, or at least don’t act like a nightmare. Because, apparently, I’m your nurse now for some reason. Your goddamned personal nurse.”

“Ooh,” a smirk made its way across his face, “look at ju cursin’.”

“Oh, shut up.” She turned on her heel and made for the door, “I’m getting you something to eat, and then we’ll see about those bandages.”

All she got in response was a scoff, and Nadia rolled her eyes again before slipping out the door with a huff. Trigon watched her leave and settled more into the bed after she was gone, trying to get as comfortable as he could with all the wrappings around almost every limb of his body. 

Well, he thought while running his hands over his face, dis is gonna be interesting.

Finally finished Part 1!!! Tagging @airanke because I’ve been teasing her about this for like two weeks lol and now I’ve finally delivered. More to come soon, can’t wait to make these two get on each other’s nerves and make their crushes get bigger! :D