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scarlettriot · 3 years

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Take Him Seriously

Pro Hero Kirishima x F!Reader

Summary: When your pro hero bf suggests slipping away at the hero gala you don't really take the big guy seriously... he's about to show you why you should.

Very minor BakuDeku and KamiJiroShinso

Warnings: SMUT BELOW THE CUT 18+ Minors DNI! Exhibitionism, Soft Dom, Lots of Praise, Pet Names (Sweets & Baby & Good Girl), Cursing

Word Count: 1,753

Alcohol, as it did with many people, had a way of making Kirishima's lips looser and thoughts flow more freely. You sat across from your boyfriend at the yearly heroes gala, the both of you dressed in your finest. The party was in full swing, awards and dinner had been served and now the drinking and dancing were the primary events. Although, you and Eijiro opted to take a break. Sinking down into chairs at an empty table. He'd lost his jacket some time ago and you were dying to kick off your heels already.

Somewhere among the smiles and laughter you both shared, he'd leaned back, long legs as thick as tree trunks stretched out wide in front of him and you couldn't help but notice crimson eyes lingering on you as you massaged your aching heels. "If you wanna get off your feet for a while, I have a few ideas of how we can make that happen."

You actually giggled at the comment. "What?"

It wasn't that Eijiro wasn't capable, he was MORE THAN capable! It's just, he wasn't one to usually voice those desires, he usually just... acted on them. And you knew with a room full of friends and colleges he'd never do so in such a public place.

And yet, "Mhm, wrap those luscious thighs around me and I'll keep you off the ground for a while, whatcha say?" He'd leaned forward, elbows resting on his knees even as you slipped the black strap back in place and stood.

"Sure, Eijiro, whatever you say."

He looked up at you, a pout on his lips, "You're not taking me seriously."

You kissed that adorable lower lip of his, "You're right, I'm not. But, when we get home, I'd love to get all tangled up with you-"

Eijiro grabbed your hand and tugged you back down to eye level, "And what if I don't wanna wait that long?" You were still pretty sure he was full of it, "You should take me more seriously, sweets."

He let your hand fall, brushed his lips against your cheek, and let you wander back out to the dance floor but you could feel his eyes on you the entire time.

An hour had passed. You were busy dancing and catching up with friends you didn't see nearly enough and, honestly, you'd nearly forgotten about what Eijiro had hinted at with everything else that had been going on.

You'd been walking back from the restroom when a door open and someone pulled you inside the small coat closet, though, it didn't take much for you to realize who the someone was.

"Eiji! What the-"

He backed you against the door, lips hot against yours while he fumbled with a folding chair, jamming it up under the handle of the door. "I told you, you should take me more seriously." He kissed down the length of your neck, sharp teeth nipping at your skin harder than usual, and, for a second, you were too caught up in the moment to remind him he had to be careful. That there was an event happening that both of you were supposed to be present at!

"Ei, hey, Eijiro," You managed to gain enough sense to pull his head back to look at him, "Babe, we're very much in public. If you want we can just go h-"

That was the second time his lips had cut you off. "Don't care. I want you, right here, right now." He bunched the fabric of your floor-length gown until he could grab at your legs underneath. "Been wanting to tear this dress off you since we left but I still can't do that so I guess I gotta settle for these instead."

It took him no effort at all to rip open the black pantyhose you'd been wearing, quickly followed by the lacy panties under them. The pupils of his eyes were blown wide, tongue darting out to lick his lips while he teased your folds, his other hand guiding yours to the front of his black pants where he was so painfully hard.

"Please, sweets..."

He knew just how to lure you in. Your hands flew to his belt and shoved his pants and boxers down just enough to free him. Eijiro already had two fingers inside you and his thumb circling your clit.

You wanted to move, to sink down on your knees in front of him and give him what he apparently been thinking about all night long but he pinned you to the wall. "I don't have the patience for that." A third finger slipped inside with ease now, one of your legs hooked in the crook of his arm.

"Eiji." You whined rocking your hips, pushing his calloused fingers deeper until he was reaching your favorite spot making you moan and whimper, all his favorite noises he couldn't get enough of. You fought with his tie and then the buttons of his shirt, eager to claw and leave your mark on him.

"Not fair." The man groaned when you ran nails down the planes of his back. "I gotta behave. You've got all this skin on display..."

"Didn't stop you on my neck."

He finally noticed the little bite marks he'd left behind. "Well, if I've already done that much." You moaned at the contact on your neck again, the opposite side this time. And when he applied that pressure, thrust his fingers in hard and deep, you had to bite your cherry red lip to keep yourself from crying his name as you came around his fingers.

"That's a good girl. Keep nice and quiet for me, okay?" You hadn't even fully came down off your high before Eijiro had you up in his arms, the weeping tip of his cock easing into you.

You reached up and found the empty bar of a rack, hanging onto it for dear life as Eijiro pounded into you, your hips meeting every single time with a harsh smack that you were pretty sure was louder than any of the moans you'd been making.

You were still so damn sensitive. He had your toes curling in seconds with the steady pace he set. Watching his cock quickly vanish inside you and then slowly pull out so you could feel each vein he had to offer, every inch he could give you.

"More, more, please, Eiji." He only smirked at your babbled pleas but gave you exactly what you requested. Picking up the pace and fucked you so damn hard you thought you might go through the wall. "Please, fuck!"

With your legs around his torso and your back braced on the wall, that left one of his hands free to clamp over your noisy mouth and the other to toy with your clit. "You want them to know what we're doin' in here? You're gonna let em know who's fuckin' you this good if you keep that up."

It was no use, you couldn't stay silent while he had you like this, you never could. His fingers dipped inside your mouth, "Suck on these so you'll keep quiet." And you did, maybe even a little too well because now it was Eijiro who was moaning like a horny teenager.

"Fuck you're too good at this. Damn, you look amazing, I told you that, right? So fucking gorgeous."

His praise had you sucking his fingers in harder, hugging his cock tighter, teetering right on that edge once again. "Gonna cum again for me? At this fancy party? My cock all the way in you and my fingers down your throat, ah, yes" He chuckled, "So fuckin' good for me, baby. Keep cumming."

Eijiro slowed his thrusts letting you actually ride out your high this time, letting you muffle your screams by biting his shoulder. You whined pitifully when he pulled out of you entirely, very aware he hadn't cum yet. "Get on your knees for me, please, sweets. Can't go shooting inside you when you got nothing to keep it in..."

You both looked at your torn panties on the floor and realized he had a point.

On your knees, Eijiro popped his fat cock right into your mouth with a sigh. "You're gonna have to swallow all of it, alright? Don't want any getting on your dress, I wanna ruin that later."

It didn't take him long to reach his peak, not with the way you swallowed him, hollowed your cheeks out, and tongued his head. He had his messy fingers wrapped up in your hair, fucking your throat how he pleased.

"Love you so damn much, sweets." Eijiro kept his voice low, muttering practically when you felt the first hot rope shoot down your throat, "Taken' me so fuckin' well, always take me so good, take it all, fuck, Y/N."

You might have damn near choked from all the cum he'd just unloaded but at least none of it ended up on your dress or his pants.

He dropped to his knees in front of you, kissing you tenderly and wiping the tears and mascara off of your cheeks. Eijiro helped you straighten out your dress again and fix your hair as best as it could be.

"Sorry I didn't take you seriously earlier." You chuckled, your throat still a little raw.

"I can't really blame you. I didn't even know if I'd have the courage to go through with it but then I saw you on the dance floor and I couldn't wait anymore."

He scooped up your torn pantyhose and undies, pocketing them both before dropping another quick kiss on your lips and opening the door...

"About fucking time!" Katsuki grumbled, pushing pasted you and Eijiro and going into his coat that had been hanging near where Eijiro had just been railing you.

"Seriously, have you two no shame!" Denki tsked and you half hid behind Eijiro.

The redhead tucked you under his arm with a grin. "You're one to talk. As if we didn't all hear you, Kyoka, and Hitoshi goin' at it in the restroom last year at this thing. Least we kept it mostly quiet."

"Just go out to your damn car like everyone else does! It's not that hard!" Bakugo huffed, tucking his phone into his pocket. "Then people can get to their phones or go to the fucking bathroom and not have to wait for someone to fuckin' get off! Speakin' of which, where's my damn nerd!"

#mha y/n #mha reader insert #mha smut #bnha smut #kirishima smut #eijiro kirishima smut #kirishima #eijiro kirishima #kiri brain rot #sorry not sorry #kirishima x y/n

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cvtqr · 3 years

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babysitter

pairings; eren x reader

content warning; basically just smut, unprotected sex, some degradation, small age gap

notes; in this you are marco’s little sister yeah!! (adopted or biological idk you can decide), college au per usual

“c’mon eren... i’ll owe you one i swear-”

“fine.”

you and eren jaeger did not get along. you were three years younger than him, but yet you were always around. coming into your first year of college, you didn't know anyone except your older brother, marco. the two of you had always been extremely close, resulting into you always hanging out with him and his friends.

that's how you met the infamous eren jaeger.

no other of marco’s friends seemed to have a problem with you, they all adored you. with the exception of eren. he felt like you were a child always trying to hangout with the adults. that made him feel the need to always keep an eye out for you. and god he found it annoying having to watch boys drool over you at every party.

“c’mon eren... i’ll owe you one i swear-”

“fine.”

eren pushed his way through the crowd, away from marco, looking for you.

of course, as expected, some frat boy was on top of you trying to get your number.

“okay! do you want me to just put it in your phone or..-”

you watched as his smile faded while you felt a large hand fall down onto your shoulder.

“lets go brat.”

you were peeled away from the boy as eren dragged you up the stairs of the crowded frat house.

“eren what-”

“it’s gonna get real crazy in a little bit, your brother wants me to babysit you. just stay in my room for tonight and ill take you back to your dorm in the morning.”

you didn't feel like arguing with him right now, you didn't have the energy. you just let him drag you into his semi messy room.

not too long after you excused yourself to the bathroom, you came back to find eren already comfy in his bed.

“you can sleep in here too, just stay on your side.”

you started walking towards the side of the bed, giggling.

“why, thinkin’ of me gettin’ all warmed up to you jaeger?”

he let out a small ‘tch’ as he flipped over to place his phone down onto the bed side table. turning back around, he was faced to your standing backside, unbuttoning your pants.

“wh-, what are you doing...-”

“what? you expect me to sleep in jeans?... don't get too excited, jaeger.”

you made eren’s blood boil. but for some reason he couldn't listen to you, he was getting excited. he thought it was just because he's face to face with a half naked girl... i mean anyone would get a bit excited from that, right? or maybe because he loved the way his last name rolled off your tongue-

his thoughts came to a halt as you crawled under the covers with him.

facing your back to him, you sunk into his pillows.

“i'm doing this for your brother, not you. so don't get any ideas-”

“yeah yeah, night jaeger.”

eren faced the opposite way, pulling the covers over himself more.

“tch-, stay on your side.”

falling asleep in eren’s bed was harder than expected. its definitely been way over an hour, but you could still hear the faint sounds of music playing from downstairs.

as you went to shift in the bed for about the twentieth time, you were stopped by eren rolling over and trapping you into his arms.

“sit still.”

from this position, your bodies were as close as possible to each other. he was right behind you, his arm around you, locking you in.

not fighting him, you listened. being in eren’s arms somehow made it easier to fall asleep. you were out like a light. but eren? he's been up and almost an hour has passed. he was too focused on the way you softly snored, and how good your shampoo smelt.

and the bulge that's been growing in his pants ever since you started unintentionally moving your hips into him

one more rough move into him and you felt a strong grip on your hips, waking you up.

“i thought i told you to sit still.”

you felt him poking into your fabric covered ass, eren’s breath getting shaky.

“eren what-”

“i'm sorry, y/n.”

you felt his grip get looser, but his hands never left your hips.

and you didn't want them too

“can i touch you..., please?”

you felt his hands shift to meat of your thighs, lightly rubbing circles, and you shook your head yes.

that's when his hands started to wander.

up and down your thigh, your lower stomach, up the soft fabric that was separating you from his touch.

his hands shifted from your lower back, to the front of you, prying his fingers down to your clit.

“is this ok?”

you shook your head yes as he started to apply some pressure to your clit, while he rubbed himself against the back of you.

you let eren, the person whom your always fighting with, touch you like this. you were enjoying it a little too much, and he knew that. as he started rubbing circles around your clit, his speed started to increase, while you grabbed onto his wrist, letting out a sweet moan.

“who knew the little bodt was such a slut.”

his movements got faster and faster.

“im nottt- im... ah ‘not a sl-, a slut...”

“you can't even form a proper sentence... poor thing. you open your legs like this for anyone?”

you shook your head no as you squeezed your eyes shut, letting another breathy moan escape your lips.

“then why just me, hm?”

you felt the pleasure being ripped away, as his fingers came to a stop.

“bet you wanted this for awhile. the big brothers good friend to fuck you stupid, yeah?”

“please eren”

in one motion he flipped the two of you over, you landing on your stomach, and him on top of you, pulling your hips up to meet his.

“please what? use your words, little one.”

“want you to fuck me eren.” you mumbled into the pillow beneath you

you felt a weight lifted off your back, before his hands found your hips again, lining you up with him.

pulling your panties to the side, you felt his tip teasing your entrance.

‘ill pull out’ was the last thing you heard before he jammed himself into you.

only giving you a few seconds to adjust, he started thrusting in and out of you.

you softly moaned out his name before finding a grip on the sheets, as his speed started to increase.

“this sloppy pussy ‘s so fuckin’ tight.”

you felt him pull out before ramming himself back in at a rough pace.

“i wanna know who's, fuck-, who's making you feel so good, tell me would you?”

“eren! ‘ts you eren.”

without pulling out, he flipped you onto your back. he's been wanting to do this for so long, he couldn't miss your pretty face during a moment like this.

grabbing onto your thighs, he pulled them up against his hips before leaning down and trapping your lips with his. shifting them down to your jawline and neck, he started to mark his territory. couldn't have any of those college boys all over you anymore, right?

digging your nails into the meat of his shoulders, he felt you start to flutter around his cock.

“gonna cum?”

looking up into his eyes, you swiftly nodded as tears started to form in the corner of your eyes.

“good.”

he brought his head back up as both of your mouths hung open.

you felt his hand move back down to your clit, as your grip tightened on his shoulders.

“cum-, cum all over my cock like a good girl..., pleaseee”

not having to be told twice, you let out a loud moan before creaming all over him, getting all over the bed and down the both of your bodies.

not long after fucking you through your high, eren flipped you back over onto your stomach, as he found his own release.

pulling out he pumped himself as he coated your lower back and ass with his cum. he held onto your hips while he admired his work.

maybe eren jaeger wasn't as bad as you thought.

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randombtsprincessa · 4 years

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Be My Teacher

Author: Randombtsprincessa

Characters: Jeon Jungkook x Reader (She/Her) (2nd person written in third perspective)

Words: 2.2k

Genre: Smut/Fluff

Rating: Mature (18+)

Summary: You ask your best friend turned boyfriend to show you how he likes his blowjobs.

Warning: I am swerving dangerously in the Jungkook lane. Discussion on BJs, explicit smut scene, detailed description of oral (male receiving).

A/N: Happy Birthday to bunny boy Jeon Jungkook! Banner is by yours truly! Let me know how you like it, thanks!

Music Companion - Myth Syzer - Bonbon a la menthe (Stwo Remix)

“So…you…hmm want, what?”

If you thought that you would get off scot free rolling your eyes at this moment, you would have. Granted, maybe it would’ve displayed a good bit of power play, considering you were on your knees but right now, it wasn’t about that.

At least, you were trying hard not to make it so – but it was so difficult when you were so used to doing so with him.

Jungkook was sat slouching in the easy chair in the living room of his ‘bachelor pad’. His legs parted, accommodating you to sit daintily upon your folded legs, already getting numb from the static position. The hem of his sweatshirt rose up just so, resting along his abdomen and giving you a tantalizing glimpse at his toned stomach.

For Jungkook, he would’ve opened his legs and allowed anything to be done to his body, because it was you. He had worked hard for you, and he knew you did the same for him. So when you’d moved in front of him, clad only in a soft cashmere shirt that was two sizes too big on you, it was obvious for him to turn off the game he was watching to give you all his attention

Especially, since you’d given him a smile that made hair rise up on the back of his neck and throat to go dry.

But when you’d sunk down, looking every bit the temptress that you were, innocent and big eyed and said that, well…he had to admit, he was confused and maybe mildly concerned.

“I want you to show me,” You repeated, slower for his benefit, “How you like head.”

Jungkook was already sitting up, elbows leaning against his knees. “Baby, it’s…you don’t have to, I mean, I don’t,” He was stammering, stumbling on his words as if he wasn’t an active young adult but then, he also knew that as your boyfriend, as your best fucking friend; he couldn’t allow you to think your blowing skills were subpar.

Considering that you and he had just recently gotten together after a brief stint of mutual pining and a clichéd confession. Nothing sexual, save a few minor kisses had happened.

“Kook,” He stopped at your sigh of his nickname. “Stop fretting so much; I just,” Your hands reached out, placing very deliberately on his knees, just shy of his elbows. “Want to make you feel good; just show me how you like it.”

The words were whispered, sending a small shiver down Jungkook’s spine. The earlier concerns about your sexual security in the relationship were long gone, replaced by the realization of your actual intentions.

You were teasing and gratifying him at the same time.

Fuck, how did he resist throwing you on to a bed and having his way with you for so long?

Very slowly, keeping his eyes on you as if you were going to pounce and chomp down on him, he returned to his slouching slump, hands bunching the hem of his shirt.

“I’d like anything you do to me.” He said finally.

“That’s nice, babe. I’d like to do what you want me to do.”

Fuck, Jungkook’s blood was racing, pounding through his ear drums. There was nowhere he could go, no where he could avert his eyes and by god…nothing more he wanted to do than fist your hair in his hands as you took his cock in your mouth.

“Okay,” He gritted his teeth, rubbing along the jean clad length of his thighs. “Okay.” He agreed.

Something glittered behind your eyes, something that he had been privy to for years now but was now on the receiving end of. It ignited a slow fire under his skin, flushing him with uncomfortable heat that signaled arousal.

He knew his cock was calling to her now, could almost hear its song, and he was absolutely sure you could.

He had this, he told himself.

You watched him headily, waiting his first instruction when you saw the same fire dancing behind his gaze that had made you approach him. You’d caught sight of him from his bedroom doorway, one hand fiddling with the remote and his leg bouncing.

Not the most alluring sight, you’d admit; but it was Jungkook. Would you be human if you didn’t find him absolutely delectable in any position?

And so, like a moth to his light, you drew closer, shucking off your trousers behind the couch.

“Unzip me, take it out.” He said and you blinked, accepting the first instruction and straightening.

Quick, eager fingers moved to the button of his jeans, deftly pulling the two sides of his pants together to undo the button, hooking your index around the zip to slide it down. Something nudged under your wrist and you couldn’t help but shoot me an impish grin.

Jungkook chuckled, his serious expression breaking like a storm cloud as he relaxed. His hips squirmed, rising up so you could pull the jeans and black briefs he wore down to the top of his thighs. The band constricted his legs, making him huff and tug them down lower till they were being kicked off completely, landing haphazardly somewhere behind you.

He watched your eyes run the length up his now naked legs, the muscles of his thighs flexing under the scrutiny when they paused at the one body part of his that required…no, needed, the attention right now. He wouldn’t be ashamed to confess, this whole thing was pretty damn exciting and it had reflected on his shaft, poking up and saluting you, infused with all his brain cells and then some.

“So,” His voice came out dry, gulping down saliva before trying again. “Um, touch it.”

Your pupils were blowing out, as you with no hesitation wrapped a hand around his base. Your grip was much looser than he was used to and he grunted in dissatisfaction. He looked at you, the twitch of your lips catching his attention.

“Tighter,” he ordered, a soft gasp escaping him when you immediately obeyed.

Minx, he laughed internally, you wanted him to be commanding? He’d give you what you wanted.

“Good girl,” He gave you a wide, all teeth showing grin when your eyes flashed up to him and fuck, he knew he’d hit the nail right on the head. “Now give it a tug.”

Your hand softened around the length, slowly rising up to the head before back down, repeating the action twice, thrice, four times. Jungkook let his head drop back, sighing in the relief of touch, of your touch. “Mm,” he glanced down at the dick, his head glistening with oozing precum and nodded at you. “Use it, make it wet before you use your mouth.”

The feeling of your thumb, rubbing along the softer, more sensitive head, dipping into the opening and collecting the near clear slick had him opening his mouth in a silent groan, feeling the pressure cause the liquid to drip down the shaft along with your hands, coating it in smoothness.

He looked down at you, your eyes fixed on his face, examining and relishing in each minute expression. His own eyes had completely blackened; the dark antelope eyes of his now blazing with restrained lust.

“Y/N,” His voice was hoarse, and he made no effort to appear cool and collected anymore. “Fuck, suck it. Please, take me in your mouth.”

Your gazes suspended for a full second, words no longer necessary. You kept your eyes on his, leaning in as slowly as you could, extending the period of anticipation for him when finally he could feel your hot breath waft across his glans. His eyes fluttered, unable to hold your eyes any further when you opened your mouth and deliberately placed the thick head on the very tip of your tongue.

It was experimental, being your first time sucking your new boyfriend and best friend’s dick. There was almost no taste of the skin itself, save for the near salty-sour combination of his precum. It flooded over your taste buds as you took him in deeper, pacing the inches, the width, finally letting it rest just at the back of your mouth, teasing your throat canal.

Over you, Jungkook had gone stiff. His eyes were closed, scrunched tightly, his big nose twitched, his bottom lip was gripped by his teeth so tightly you worried he’d bite it off.

You pulled his cock out, a ‘pop’ signaling him to grunt at the sudden loss of heat around him. He opened his eyes, looking at you.

“Relax, Kook,” You smiled, rubbing his head around the seal of your lips. “It’s just a blowjob.”

He so did not have this. Jungkook’s brain had short circuited, watching you with zero replies, zero retorts which was completely unlike him.

His eyes remained glazed when he saw you take him in again, deeper this time, your lips moving over the couple inches more that vanished inside the cavern of your hot mouth. He could feel your tongue laving over the vein on the underside of his cock, pressing onto the sensitive skin hard enough to send the jolt up to his diaphragm.

His hand moved, stroking over your head, feeling the smooth strands of your hair filter through his fingertips. The smell of your shampoo was in his nostrils, so familiar, so you and he wrapped a carefully collected bunch around his palm, examining the taut rein that he now held.

He had half a mind to yank, gently of course to not hurt or distract you from where you were still suckling on him but instead he chose to push you further down on him. He still had an eye on your face, taking in your sudden widening of the eyes and the parting of the mouth with satisfaction. He had one on you, he would’ve grinned – had your next move not scored you one more than him.

You dropped down on him with more force now, the tip of his cock brushing past the seam of your throat and straight past, breaching in. The muscles of your esophagus closed on him, further tightening in and Jungkook buckled under your hold, finally erupting in a restraint less moan that reverberated through the walls of the room and back to you. His hold tightened and slackened periodically, unable to make his mind to whether to guide you or just allow himself to be flooded away.

That one moan had you groaning as well, the feel of his copious slick coating your throat now having you close your own eyes and enjoying in just his sounds.

The taste of him, the musk of his skin surrounded you, invaded you and it felt so dirty but so enthralling, you wished for it to last forever. However, judging from the way Jungkook was squirming now, his hips canting and rolling to further get himself into you, mild thrusts accompanied by his grunting and groaning; you knew he was close.

His length throbbed, pulsated, engorging into your mouth itself, stretching your poor lips almost painfully but you’d be damned if you pulled him out now. Your hands catered to the rest of his length, slipping down to press down along his balls, tight and heavy from the building release you wanted deep in your throat.

“Babe – Baby – not going to last, god please,” His voice broke on the last syllable and you gave one final push to yourself, straining as you sunk down on him completely, your face almost burying into his lap.

And you gave one last, hard suck…

Jungkook came in a mess of trashing and choked expletives. His body arced off of the chair, nails digging into the arm rest and his feet bounced off the floor. His head bowed to his chests as he cursed heavily, none of them too coherent and you watched as his sweaty mop of hair flopped into his eyes. Thick streams of his release launched down your mouth, slipping down without even an effort to swallow while the rest painted across your lips and chin, dribbling over his clothes and skin as his violent climax nearly pushed you off of him.

You settled to rubbing your soiled hands over his length, set on milking out every drop of cum he had to offer, marveling when the rest of the clear, whitish liquid oodles out. He moaned at that, loud, swollen lips parting before he slumped back, boneless.

His fried brain didn’t stop him from grabbing onto you however, hold light around your wrist as he hauled you right off the floor and into his chest.

“Fuck; that was the best orgasm I’ve had in all my life and we didn’t even have sex yet.” He whispered; voice croaky from all the near screaming he did.

You laughed, your earlier bravado melting into shyness, your hands tugging at the sticky shirt that had become uncomfortable on your skin. You also needed to wash your hands.

“Kookie, let me up, I need a shower…and brush my teeth.” You tilted your own head against his, feeling him nuzzle against your chest for a moment, considering the request.

“Alright,” He huffed, releasing you so you could skip down the hall and shut yourself into his bathroom, leaving him behind to collect what wits he could find – an evil grin slipping onto his face at the prospect of returning the favor – before, his eyes drooped into a sated slumber.

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pockyxx · 4 years

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“ seijoh 3rd years as boyfriends ”

oikawa toru x reader, iwaizumi hajime x reader, matsukawa issei x reader and hanamaki takahiro x reader

genre: fluff

oikawa

would be the type of boyfriend to send you those lovey dovey good morning texts

even if they were cheesy as hell you’d know they were sincere

he’d always be there to reassure you when you felt insecure

this includes when you’re insecure about all his fan girls constantly giving him attention

tight hugs

this boy may be scrawny but I know he’d squeeze the life outa you

you’d bully him along with iwa-chan

he’d text you at ungodly hours with new alien conspiracy theories

would take you to instagram-able places for dates

definitely would initiate the cuddles

would force you to wear his jersey on game days

his love language is words of affirmation 100% and will always remind you how much he loves you

“Hurry up shittykawa, you were suppose to be warming up five minutes ago!” Iwaizumi scolded him in the hallway of the recreational center that the volleyball tournament was being held at. Oikawa stuck his tongue out at his childhood best friend.

“So mean iwa-chan, can’t you see I’m with n/n-chan.” He called you by the nickname only he called you. Your cheeks begin to heat up as Iwaizumi had caught you mid kiss. The ace rolled his eyes and went back to join the rest of the team.

“Where were we? Oh right, my good luck kisses!” He snickered, waiting for you to get up on your tiptoes to plant a handful of kisses on his lips.

“You heard him shittykawa, you’re game is starting soon!” You denied him, dragging him towards the court he was to be playing on.

“Not you too!” He whined in an over dramatic fashion yet he couldn’t help but think how cute you looked dragging him, his hoodie draping over your figure perfectly.

iwaizumi

tries to act tough and manly but is really a big ole baby

wouldn’t be much for pda except for the occasional hand holding and waist grabbing

in private tho... this man would cling onto you like no tomorrow

loves when you touch/ play with his hair--its softer than it looks

forces you to watch his godzilla movies but in return you can make him watch whatever you want

his love language is definitely physical touch

he loves idle touches, just feeling your skin against his

walks you home and waits for you to step into your house before leaving

great big bears hugs, no one can tell me other wise

hits the ball extra hard when he knows you’re watching

always wants to know about how your day’s been

You cuddled up to your boyfriend’s side, as his eyes are glued to the screen; as if someone was going to kill him if he looked away. Yawning slightly you lay your head in his lap as you grab his hand to play with his fingers.

You’d lost interest in the plot, finding Hajime’s reactions much more enjoyable. Watching his expressions change from excited to sad to anxious was enough to make you laugh.

“What’s so funny babe?” He looked down at you, finally taking his eyes off the movie. You looked up at him as his larger hand was still in yours.

“You’re really cute Hajime. Did you know that?” You giggled, making his face blush a deep shade of red before he snapped his head away from your gaze.

You sat up, forcing him to lock eyes with you, laughing again at the sight of such a macho man being so flustered just by words.

“Don’t act like it’s a bad thing.” You leaned forward and kissed him softly on his lips, “you’re a softy deep down.”

Iwaizumi’s heart went into overload. He brought you into his arms, in a bone-crushing and laid back down on the couch to finish the movie.

matsukawa

definition of dating your best friend

enjoys listening to you talk about your day

would send you really funny memes in the middle of class just to see you get red as you try to hold into your laughter

your laughter is like music to his ears

loves pda, as long as you’re okay with it

would take you to mcdonalds anytime of the day, just say the words

besides memes and reaction pics, his camera roll would be filled with stupid pictures of you

surprisingly good at cuddling

place things high out of your reach just so you can ask him to get it down for you

silly pet names; like that are overly absurd

he would get involved with your interests/ hobbies or a sport you play

Class was just so boring, especially with your teacher being a rude old fart. You sat near the front and as your sensei wrote something down on the chalkboard you looked behind to catch a glance at your boyfriend, Issei.

He was looking at his phone as per usual, probably messaging his friend Makki in the class next to you. His dark eyebrows had been raised, his lips tugging into a half smile and you could tell he was up to something.

On your desk, your phone buzzed and you could only attribute it to your boyfriend sending you a message. Of course you were right and went to check it out.

matt-sunshine: *attachment one photo* this could be us but you playin

You looked back at him hesitantly but Issei had gone back to paying attention to the lecture. Biting your lips, you opened the picture your boyfriend had sent and you then proceeded to pray that you’d be able to keep your mouth shut.

The picture in question had been two feet mimicking holding hands, except it was toes. For some reason that picture with what Issei had captioned it had sent you over the top. You let a loud, ugly laugh slip past your lips.

As you excepted, your teacher had issued you three days of after school detention for that. You glarred at your boyfriend, upset with him getting you in trouble but it was soon forgiven after he offered to take you out to eat after your detention.

hanamaki

similar to mattsun: he’d be your best friend and lover

when you’re feeling down he’ll do/ say funny thing to make you feel better

you dye each other's hair

lots of teasing on both ends

this boy is always hyping you up no matter the occasion

is mutual to pda, it all depends on how you feel about it

loves to kiss all your ticklish spots just to see you giggle

convos with him would be like you saying something funny, then makki following it up with something even more funny and so forth until you’re both about to pee your pants

no matter what’s happening, he’s got a meme for it

religiously quotes the ‘ily bitchhh, and i ain’t ever gonna stop loving you, bitchhh’ vine when talking to you

You sat in Takahiro’s room, waiting for him to come back up with snacks for your video game session, something you and him took very seriously. You leaned back in the bean bag, thinking about what the loser’s punishment would be and right as an idea popped into your head, your boyfriend walked in.

He placed the candies, chips and sodas on the small coffee table and passed you the Wii remote.

“So my precious booger,” cue the disgusting nickname he swore on his grandfather’s grave was suppose to be endearing, “what will the looser have to do this time?” Takahiro flopped down next to you.

Pressing your lips together, cautiously bringing up what you had in mind. “Loser has to dye their hair hmm... green!” he laughed and agreed to the idea.

The two of your then wiped off the cutesy faces before starting the game: Mario Kart. You looked at him, a competitive glaze coating his eyes. You knew for sure you didn’t want to loose.

After a grueling final race, the winners slides popped up and to your surpirse you were the winner.

Makki threw his control in disbelief, “it’s rigged, I swear!” He huffed, crossing his arms but you only got up in his face, teasing him with your victory.

“Now you’re going to be the booger-head, Hiro!” He rolled his eyes, gentally hitting your face with a pillow before standing up.

“Where are you going?” You wondered, drinking some of the soda he’d offered you earlier.

“That hair dye won’t buy itself.”

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destinywillowleaf · 3 years

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Oh hey look @greentrickster, I actually settled on an Apollo design. With both a composite look (sans the boots because shoes are still a struggle) and the piece-by piece, it's a miracle that I've actually made some vague attempt at a reference. I still have no idea how his hair works but that's a problem for future me.

(Left was done first, then the right.)

One of the things that quickly became apparent as a result of Apollo being the "Dragon's Dog" in this AU(acting as a lookout for the Defiant Dragons when he was younger) was the amount of dog symbolism/ideas that could still appear in his prosecutor design. Like how canon!Nahyuta has his Defiant Dragon tattoo covered by Ga'ran's symbol, obviously SOMETHING similar had to happen here. A glove didn't really feel right though (anything that looks like gloves is just me trying to draw hands), so instead it became something like the tag on a dog's collar.

Some things have yet to be fully fleshed out (colors, coat pattern, what the deal with his vest buttons is gonna be, if he has the Defiant Dragon tattoo and whether or not it's on his palm) but a transcript of the image text (and general rambling from me) is gonna be below the cut.

Trigger warnings in advance: gaslighting (to a degree), manipulation, mentions of death (but no one's physically dead).

LEFT IMAGE, TRANSCRIPT

~~vague concepts~~

-> Apollo is the "Dragon's Dog", maybe symbolism of a muzzle of dog on a chain? -> hair spikes stand up for surprise animation -> not sure if he'll have prayer beads like Nahyuta -> green said lawyer monk rights ->-> looser clothing around joints? (note: second half is cut off in image) -> bracelet on LEFT wrist -> shouldn't look overly fancy. he's put together but not royalty. -> either cloth over shoulder or around waist

(next to the small sketch on the right) kinda looks like a tail...

-> could serve as a way for Ga'ran to "keep him on a leash" and pull him back into line during Revolution...? -> jacket has loose/bell sleeves, tighter uniform/shirt underneath with collar+badge like a dog collar -> i swear he's not a furry in disguise. that's Agent Lang. -> if it is waist fabric it really is gonna be a tail lol. unless outside?? -> ...you know with the way Apollo's bracelet works it COULD be the collar. god how f*cked up would that be.

(underneath Apollo)

-> no eyeshine; regains it once all is resolved and he can be himself again

RIGHT IMAGE, TRANSCRIPT

"Casual"

-> turtleneck -> regular work pants -> "socks & sandals" like Puhray Zeh'lot b/c monk (I don't actually know what they would be called /~\ but I just didn't want to give him regular socks. This is both the "casual" look and the "first layer of outside clothing" look.)

Layer 2

-> vest thing; Ga'ran spider emblem on collar ->-> symbolic of dog collar -> like the glove covering Nahyuta's dragon tattoo -> boots??

(off to the side, top) Ga'ran's spider emblem

Prosecuting Outfit

-> bell sleeves to cover bracelet ->-> secondarily to make him seem younger/unfit for the position -> butterfly design on bottom of jacket is not final; might just be plain -> waist fabric is there to keep jacket closer to body ->-> also easy to grab & pull Apollo back. sorta like a leash & tail in one.

......

The reason Nahyuta's hand was covered was both to silence his role as a Dragon by covering the tattoo, but it also makes Ga'ran present in his daily life as well. Every time he would go to pray, her influence would be there, reminding him who he had to follow orders from. He couldn't separate his faith from the role he was being forced to play. He couldn't keep two elements of his life divided.

The same thing happens with Apollo here. His voice is a huge part of who he is, and sitting right on top of his throat his Ga'ran's symbol. Stifling the things he wants to say and preventing him from being the person he wants to be. She also influenced much of the rest of his clothing choices. The coat is a little big on him (which, really, is to be expected since the Khurainese royal family is on the taller side and Apollo is very much not)(no seriously Amara and Ga'ran are the shortest adults at 5'8", and Apollo is only like 5' without his hair spikes), which serves dual purpose in covering his bracelet and making him seem that much younger. If he weren't glaring so much, he wouldn't look like he was in his 20s. He'd look like a middle school or high school student trying to look more professional in clothes that don't fit right. Because that's all he is in Ga'ran's eyes. He's just a kid that tried to take her down and failed, now forced to serve her and prevent others like him from usurping her place.

It's a way for Ga'ran to continue minimizing the power Apollo has, keeping him in line and following her commands. When he starts to get agitated and acts "out of turn" in Turnabout Revolution, she's able to LITERALLY pull him back and keep him where she wants. She doesn't know exactly how his powers work, but she's aware that it does involve lies. If Apollo is refusing to listen or submit to her words, she will start to lie in order to cause him pain.

...

If that description makes you uncomfortable, that's the point. Ga'ran is not a good person and will do all within her power to keep things how she wants. She knows Apollo can't fight back without risking the lives of Amara and Rayfa, so she's free to more or less gaslight and manipulate him into the prosecutor she wants. Apollo is her attack dog now, not the Dragon's lookout boy. He obeys her commands, not those of his adoptive father and his insurgent group.

And it's not like most of the Dragons would recognize him anyway. As the lookout, he was always wearing a mask and barely spoke a word outside of alerts. He didn't stick with the main group, and most only saw him at the start, and only saw him at the end if it was a successful mission. But Apollo still remembers some of their faces. He remembers the people Dad recruited to fight back against Ga'ran and now he's the one condemning them to their graves on her orders.

Ga'ran holds the cards. There's not much that can be done in Khura'in to oppose her. Really, the only chance of things changing would be Nahyuta coming back, but that's less likely by the day. Coming back without a plan would be a death wish, but with no way to meet up and not have Ga'ran listening in, it's all too easy to let go of the false notions of salvation and accept that things won't change.

After all, Nahyuta Sahdmadhi is dead.

Drowned in a mountain river without a soul to save him. His body was turned to ash to prevent him from being paraded around like it was something to be proud of. His restless soul still wanders this world, because Ga'ran is the reason he is dead. Until justice is brought to her, he will be unable to move on and be channeled.

(At least, that's the story Ga'ran is told.)

(As far as Apollo's concerned, his brother is dead. Why waste time in holding onto hope when the reality of the situation is so clear.)

.....

I know I've probably said this before, but Green I really appreciate that you sorta let me go wild with this AU! It's fun to take a crack at character designs and "what-if" scenarios on how things would change, and explore different character dynamics that result. Granted, I also have the advantage of future knowledge and not being restricted to a limited case format so it's easier to make things connect and expand on characters outside of legal drama.

(also may or may not be drafting up ideas for Nahyuta's Plumed Punisher self-insert OC cause a friend asked and I got Ideas. >:))

#prosecutor apollo attorney nahyuta au #auta sahdmadhi #apollo justice #willowarts #tw gaslighting #tw manipulation #look all im saying is apollo didn't have anyone else to call dad growing up. dhurke is his dad and datz is in weird dad/uncle territory.#there is every chance for the brief time amara was around he called her mom #also yeah nahyuta's legally dead in this au as far as khura'in is concerned. amara knows he's not thanks to not being able to channel him #but ga'ran doesn't know as much about the ins and outs so she mostly accepts the 'hasn't moved on from this world' explanation. mostly #it's definitely surreal to go home and learn everyone thinks you're dead. useful for overthrowing the queen... but surreal.#also nahyuta absolutely uses his Weird Floaty Powers to make the fabric belt thing apollo has wag like a tail at least once.#he claims it's helping to focus his powers. apollo is not amused. rayfa thinks it's funny at least.#tw death mention #greentrickster

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bombyxluna · 4 years

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Hit or miss - Levi X GN!Reader

CW: Handjob

Wourd count: 1.1K

A/N: This isn’t the best but it’s honest work

forgive me for the title, i saw an opportunity and took it

I GUESS THEY NEVER MISS UH

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He doesn’t notice you at first, too engrossed in his game to actually look upwards. He’s shouting commands at whoever he’s playing with, something about aiming right before he gets actually mad and kills them in real life - you know, regular stuff. You watch him for a moment, lingering by the door. To anyone else he might seem stressed, but you know he’s having fun.

You enter the room without making too much noise, ready to surprise him. His demon senses beat you to it, however, and he turns to you, eyes widening as a smile forms on his lips.

“Oh, you’re here.” He gestures for you to come closer. “The match is taking longer than I thought it would.”

“It’s okay.” You reassure as you sit next to him, but not before kissing his cheek.

He blushes, turning to give you a proper kiss on the lips. It’s shorter than you would’ve wanted it to, but the taste of whatever candy he had been eating - that had stained his lips blue - lingers on your tongue.

“I’ll be quick,” he promises when you separate, stealing another peck from your lips, “wanna watch me destroy some normies?”

You chuckle, pushing him lightly aside so you can sit better. “Why else would I come here?” You tease.

He giggles, back to focusing on the game. His team is winning by a great advantage, it’s clear the win will indeed be theirs, but it’s still mesmerizing to see him on his element. Levi doesn’t tend to show as much of his more serious side as his brothers do, so the small moments where you can bask in the way he is - fully concentrated, biting on his lower lip, narrow eyes as he aims the pointer perfectly at his target… it does something to you.

You rest your head on his shoulder, testing the waters for a moment. He doesn’t react more than glancing your way with raised eyebrows and stops moving his arms as drastically as before. Perfect. He’s still too into the game to notice your intentions.

That changes quickly though, as soon as your hand finds a way to his thighs. You rest your palm, not moving it at all. It’s high up, inches from his cock. He glances at you again, more pointedly this time.

“What are you doing?” There’s an edge to his voice. You smile. You know that tone well.

“Nothing.” You feign ignorance, touching your lips to his neck. “Why?” You smile against his skin, hand trailing upwards until it’s just off his cock.

“Y/N…” he says, in a stage whisper.

“What?” You kiss at his neck again. With a free hand, you tilt his chin up so you have more room to work with.

“I’m on call, you know.” His voice is on the verge of a moan. You chuckle lightly. He’s so easy to rile up.

“So?” You ask, closing you hand around his clothed cock. You tug at it, feeling it come to life.

“Fuck.” He chokes on a grunt, biting his lips.

“Is there a problem?” You blink innocently.

He tsks. From his headset comes a voice. “You alright, dude?”

“Yeah,” he takes a deep breath, eyes glinting your way, “yeah, I’m good.”

“C’mon…” Your fingers start to rise up in a walking motion, stopping at the waistband of his pants, “Weren’t you going to show me how you destroy normies?”

He grips at the controller, knuckles going white.

“Levi?” You ask, stopping your movements. Your fingers stay frozen, just dipped into his pants, “Is everything okay?”

He takes another deep breath then looks at you. His eyes are burning when he pulls you in, kissing your lips. It’s hard, messy, and dizzying. When you break apart, he smiles, adjusting his headset.

“So, are we doing this?” He asks whoever he’s with.

You smile, getting the hint just as a faint “Fuck yeah!” is heard as an answer. At the first shot, he takes your hand breaches into his pants, finding his cock with ease. You chuckle. He never wears underwear.

The angle is weird and your wrist hurts already at the first few tugs, but you keep going. His grip on the controller is looser and he paints, even at the start. When your thumb runs over his slit he groans, squeezing his eyes shut. A gush of precome coats your hand. You use it as a lubricant, sliding it down his length slowly with your enclosed fist. Your hand isn’t big enough to close fully around it so you spread it slowly, taking your time.

“Y-yeah… mhnn… I’m at t-the warehouse.” He bites off. On the screen, his character takes critical damage from a zombie. “Shit!”

“Oh no…” You prop yourself on the bed, whispering at his ear. “Are you going to lose?”

“Never.” He says through gritted teeth. Your finger dips over his slit again, pressuring it a little. “Fuck, Y/N…”

His eyes widen, cheeks going red. “No, I’m n-not talking to y-you.” His gaze is deadly as he goes back to the game.

You keep your pace slow until he’s fully hard and slicked, your fingers trace at the veins on his length, following it to the base. The slide up is easy, your hand being coated by even more precum as you tease him, speeding up a little.

He chokes on another moan, cursing at the zombies that attack him. Your hand speeds up, then, not leaving place for him to breathe. You tug his cock, feeling it pulse under your ministrations.

“Are you gonna come for me or are you going to win?” You whisper, focusing on the head.

He’s more sensitive there. You engulf it in your hand, teasing with circular motions, as you’d do with your tongue when blowing him. You dip your hands down again, then up, thumbing at the slit. He groans, cock spasming as you encircle your fingers on the head again.

“Shit, shit!” He exclaims, mouth falling open as he comes, spilling all over your hands. You continue to pump him, even as he falls back on the bed, the screen signaling game over.

“Fuck… stop.” He pulls you off lightly, panting.

You throw a leg over his thighs, sitting above his cock. Your hands are filled with come, and you lick them clean.

“You’re insane.” He chuckles.

“What the fuck dude?” comes from the headset. “What are you doing?”

“I wasn’t doing anything.” He says, the hint of a smile on his lips.

“Fine. Wanna go again?”

His eyes meet yours, and he smiles as you start rolling your hips, grinding down at his slowly hardening cock.

“Yeah. Let’s.” He says.

Masterlist

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blake-belladonna-defence-force · 4 years

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Okay, so if you're up for it, how about something with Team RWBY getting all dressed up for the Schnee Mansion Dinner (that they know probably wont end well but whateves) and have the bees not only be awestruck at each others outfits but, I dunno, have a cute little moment where one of them fixes the other up and they just get lost in each others eyes for a moment? If this could feature Suffering!Weiss that would be the cherry on top.

I like where your mind’s at, mate.

There is a bit of angst regarding Adam not allowing Blake to really explore her gender expression and how she wants to present herself. Naturally, Yang puts those insecurities to rest.

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“Grapes!”

Despite the whole Schnee dinner situation being less than ideal for Blake, she couldn’t help but smile her partner’s grumble of frustration from the bathroom.

“You know…” Blake called pulled her short hair into a low ponytail, leaving some out to frame her face. “You could just swear. You’re a big girl.”

“Blake. A little less sass, please.” Came the disgruntled reply, but Blake’s sensitive hearing picked up on a quiet laugh.

“You like my sass.” Blake called cheekily as she gave herself a once over.

She was wearing a suit, black blazer with gold accents and the sleeves rolled up to her elbows, short sleeved light purple button down under her blazer, form fitting black pants and black heels with gold accents. She smiled at herself, adjusting the black tie so that it was a little looser than was strictly appropriate for Atlesion culture.

She didn’t think that a lot of Atlesians would be impressed with a woman wearing a suit. Especially the Schnees. But she really couldn’t care less. She had always felt more comfortable in more masculine clothes. Oh yes, she enjoyed dresses and makeup. But there was something about a more masculine or androgynous style of clothing that felt far more like her.

She had never been free to explore her gender expression like this before. Adam had always been so controlling. Quietly suggesting certain styles. Pointing her to what he expected of women. How he wanted her to look.

And it hurt. It hurt to conform to another’s expectations of her. It hurt believing that who she wanted to be, wasn’t beautiful to him. So she let go of that style that felt so natural to her. Each time he told her that women don’t wear this or women don’t do that… she felt another little piece of her crack.

But she was free. Her cracks were filling with gold and her wounds were healing. Yes, she still hurt. Yes, she still felt his influence over her. But it was growing less and less the further she got from him. She knew now that how he treated her wasn’t right. That it wasn’t love. It was pain and it was control. She was never a partner, but a possession.

And now? She could be herself. She could be a dork. She could be bold and confident. She could be playful. She could laugh and smile. She could express herself and the people she cared about would listen to her. She was allowed to be angry and passionate. She was allowed to be Blake.

And she could finally look in the mirror and see the woman she wanted to be.

“Dammit.” Yang cursed. “Hey, Blake?”

“Yes, Yang?” Blake answered as she ran a final check in her makeup.

“Um.” Yang sounded embarrassed. “The back of this stupid dress is giving me trouble. Could you zip me up?”

“Of course.” Blake said as she walked over to their bathroom and knocked on the door. “Is it safe to come in?”

She heard a click and waited a moment before walking in, giving Yang time to cover up.

And when she did? Blake was sure she was having a heart attack. Yang had opted for a gold gown that carried past her knees, down to mid shin. The collar of the dress sat around her neck, keeping the dress up but the zipper, starting at the base of her spine and stopping in between her shoulders. It wasn’t too loose, nor too form fitting, showing off toned arms and shoulders. Blake felt her mouth run dry.

“Blake?” Yang called over her shoulder.

“Oh.” Blake snapped her shelf out of it and approached Yang, taking a moment to acknowledge the fact that she held the slightest height advantage when she was in heels and Yang was barefoot. “Sorry.”

She approached Yang and gently pulled the sides of the dress together and started to pull up the zipper.

‘Huh. She even has freckles on her back.’ Blake thought to herself before a flush coated her cheeks. Maybe it would be better if she stopped focusing on her back. ‘Even if it t is a nice back.’

Blake’s face was definitely red as she pulled the zipper up, a shiver running through Yang as Blake’s knuckles accidentally grazed her spine. She made sure that the zipper wouldn’t come undone and stepped back, letting out a shaky breath when Yang turned around to smile gratefully at her. Her makeup, though Blake had already seen it considering she had done it, didn’t over power her features. Instead it emphasised them and Blake was pretty sure she was going to die because Yang was a dangerous amount of gorgeous.

Yang’s smile fell slightly, mouth falling open as she looked Blake up and down, pulling her bottom lip between her teeth and biting it, a blush of her own coating her cheeks.

“Wow.” Yang whispered, walking up to Blake and pausing, a surprised look crossing her features when she had to look ever so slightly up. Blake knew it would be short lived untilYang put in her own shoes but she still enjoyed the slightly flustered expression on Yang’s face. “That- you look incredible.”

“Me?” Blake laughed softly, eyes softening when Yang reached up to adjust her blazer. “I’m wondering if I’m looking at my partner or an angel.”

She giggled as Yang’s blush darkened and she continued fiddling with Blake jacket.

“Shut up.” Yang huffed, stepping closer unconsciously. Blake’s hands instinctively found their way to Yang’s waist as the brawler ran her hands over Blake’s shoulders, straightening out her jacket. “Let me successfully compliment you this one time.” She whined with a pout, her hands moving to Blake’s collar and adjusting it.

“Now, where’s the fun in that?” Blake murmured, gaze on Yang’s face as the woman carefully adjusted Blake blazer. When it was deemed adjusted, she looked up at Blake and caught her staring.

“You’re staring.” Yang said whispered, hands still resting on Blake’s shoulders.

“Can you blame me?” Blake said softly, ears relaxing as Yang’s thumbs stroked her shoulders. “You’re beautiful.”

Yang’s eyes widened and she bit her lip, smile fighting its way into her face.

“I-“ Yang let out a nervous laugh. “Thank you. You look beautiful, too.” She paused, a thought coming to mind before she spoke again. “Or do you prefer handsome?”

“Oh.” Blake blinked in surprise. Having somebody ask her what she felt more comfortable with was certainly a new feeling. “No, I’m okay with beautiful.”

“Okay.”

“Yeah.”

The two women stood quietly in each other’s arms, gazing into each other’s eyes, more than okay with letting the world pass them by.

“You… really like it?” Blake asked, old insecurities getting the best of her as she gazed at Yang in concern.

“It doesn’t matter what I think.” Yang said gently, reaching up to cup Blake’s jaw. “What matters to me is that you feel comfortable. That you feel like you. Your beautiful because of who you are, Blake, not what you are. But I will say this…” Yang grinned at her, a playful glint in her beautiful lilac eyes. “You definitely need to wear suits more often. They suit you.”

“Thank-“ Blake blinked as her mind processed the pun and she let out a pained groan, dropping her head to the crook of Yang’s neck as the other woman snorted. “Why are you like this?” She complained, despite the smile on her face and the giggle bubbling from her lips.

“You love it.”

Blake pulled back to haze at Yang, shaking her head fondly at her ridiculous partner, another giggle falling from her lips as she butted her forehead against Yang’s affectionately.

“I… suppose I am kind of fond of you.” She murmured, smile soft and tender. “Terrible puns and all.”

“Just kind of fond?” Yang questioned in a manner that was almost coy, tugging Blake closer by her jacket. “Don’t lie. I’m the best thing that ever happened to you.” Yang smirked cockily, hands on Blake’s shoulders again.

“You won’t get any argument from me there, Yang.” Blake whispered, pulling Yang as close as possible by her waist, thumbs stoking soothing circles into it.

Yang’s smug expression slowly dropped into something more unsure and vulnerability.

“No?” She asked, voice thick, eyes averting self-consciously.

“Yang.” Blake said gently, bringing Yang’s gaze back to her with a gentle hand on her jaw. “You were, are and will continue to be the best decision that I could ever make.”

Yang’s eyes widened before she leaned into Blake’s palm, gazing at her with a tenderness that made Blake’s heart stutter.

Neither girl said anything, lost in the moment and each other’s gaze. Blake with one hand on Yang’s waist and the other cupping her jaw, thumb stroking her cheek. Yang held onto said hand with her prosthetic one, thumb stroking the back of it as her other hand cupped the back of Blake’s neck.

“What is taking so-“ an indignant voice yelled as the door to the bathroom was pushed open. “Oh my God. Are you kidding me?!”

It was probably a good thing that Weiss interrupted otherwise they may have stood there forever.

“We have a dinner to get to! Stare at each other on your own time!” Weiss growled as she threw Yang’s shoes at her head, the blonde woman catching them effortlessly as she rolled her eyes at Blake, twirling a finger at her temple and mouthing “crazy” at her. Blake covered her giggle with her hand. “Blake! I told you to make sure you were both ready on time!”

“I got distracted.” Blake shrugged, smirking at a very angry Weiss. “So sue me.”

Blake tilted her head curiously when she noticed Weiss’s eye twitch. Was she developing a tic?

“Just… be down stairs in five.” Weiss said wearily. “Without wearing each other’s lipstick.”

And with that Weiss stormed off, leaving behind two flustered partners.

“Um.” Yang mumbled as she put on her low heels and held out her hand to Blake, who took it shyly, entwining their fingers. “We should go.”

Blake allowed herself to be led out of the room, smile soft.

“Hey, Blake?” Yang asked softly, gazing over at her with a small smile.

“Yes, Yang?”

“How much do you want to bet that Weiss will want to kill us by the end of the night?” Yang’s smile shifted into a playful smirk.

Blake let out a giggle and leaned her head on Yang’s shoulder as they walked, both girls more than content to walk quietly, smirks shifting to soft smiles as they enjoyed the presence of their beautiful partner.

#rwby #blake belladonna #bumbleby #yang xiao long #rwby spoilers #rwby vol 7 spoilers #fanfic

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cutesuki--bakugou · 4 years

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Freaky Drunk

Main Pairing: Katsuki Bakugou x Koge Naegi (OC)

Mentioned: Nene Date (OC) (alt Ne-Chan)

Rating: Teen | Cursing

Words: 3,624

Genre: Humor / Romance

Warnings: Sex | Alcohol | Cursing | Name calling | Scratching and biting

SLAM!

“Kaaaaatsuuuukiiii~”

Bakugou gave an annoyed groan as he was yanked from sleep by the conjoined sound of a slamming front door and his lovers sweet voice calling to him. Well, normally he would have thought her singing was pleasant and relaxing, but now it was just damn irritating. One, because it had woken him. Two, he could hear that she was straight up near shitfaced. It wasn’t very often Koge went out drinking with her friend Nene, but tonight she had. With him not there to help keep her from overdoing it, he could tell just from those first few moments that she was probably to the point of being unable to walk properly.

The clanking of items falling on the small table they kept near the front door to their apartment and her cursing just confirmed this assumption. Sleep would be lost to him now, at least until the fumbling woman decided to pass out herself. It shouldn’t be long, not with how he knew alcohol affected her. Koge was a tiny woman with little to no tolerance for the intoxicating liquid, so the fact that she had even been able to properly work an elevator after being dropped off at the complex was amazing to him. He wished that she would just hurry the hell up and come to bed so he could return to his peaceful sleep.

“Where’s my Katsuki~? Is he in bed sleeping like a big baby~?” Koge cooed softly as she reached the bedroom door, opening it with a little more grace than what she had conducted so far. With one arm over his eyes, Bakugou gave a hefty sigh, not bothering to try and look at her.

“Fuck off, Utsuro. You’re being loud.”

“Oh, I am? Oops.” The bedroom door was shut loudly as well, once again making Bakugou jump and forcing his mind back into full consciousness.

“Damn it! Don’t do that!” Finally removing his arm, he glared at Koge as she struggled to remove her dress, which fell around her ankles once she got it past her hips. He knew damn well that the dress was supposed to unzip, but either she had forgotten, or she just didn’t care. Either way, she looked ridiculous struggling with the garment, but with its removal, he knew that it was just a few more minutes until he could go back to sleep.

Either ignoring his demands for silence or having not heard him at all, Koge made her way into the bathroom, not bothering to shut the door as she relieved herself. The sounds of disturbed water and happy humming did little to bother Bakugou, allowing him some time to hopefully fall back asleep before she could continue with her nonsense. Avoiding her drunken affection wasn’t something he usually wanted to do, but she had already ruined any wanting he may have had by being a loud bumbling idiot at two in the morning.

Just as he was about to slip back to sleep, arm once again resting over his eyes, he felt the blankets that covered his legs become displaced. Then, ice cold hands against his bare legs, softly moving up along with gentle kisses. From his ankle to his knee, Koge’s affections were sweet, but that changed when she reached his inner thighs. Nibbles quickly turned into bites the closer she grew to his hips, forcing him out of his comfort with a twitch and a hiss in reaction to the pain.

Did he hate it?

Absolutely not, and even if he tried to pretend he did, his cock would give him away.

“Mmm, well, it looks like at least part of you is awake.” Koge purred softly, running a finger along the semi erect form of his cock beneath his boxers. She was a bit rough in her drunken state, but that was of little consequence, as just this simple touch was enough to make a heat flare up in his chest. He may have been exhausted from his busy day, but at this rate, she’d probably be the one to do all the work. That, he didn’t mind.

“Should have known you’d come home fucking horny. You can’t ever get drunk without wanting to fuck.” Bakugou removed his arm from over his eyes to peer down at her, catching her gaze as she smirked at him from under the covers.

“It was so unfair all night! Eijirou and Ne-chan were all over each other, I was such a third wheel!” With as tender of a touch that she could manage, Koge peeled his boxers back to set his member free. Nearly immediately, she ran her hot tongue up his shaft, the difference between her cold hands and heat of her mouth making him shudder. “Your cock was nearly all I could think about. I’m so obsessed with it.” Her soft voice was tinted with that familiar desperate need, something that she was never shy about or ashamed to give into. “I need to have you, Katsuki.”

Bakugou let his head rest back against his pillow, closing his eyes as he soaked in the feeling of her sucking him off. Over the years, she had learned exactly what he liked, perfecting her technique to pleasure him to the fullest. He could never resist the feeling of her tongue, how hot and wet her mouth was, or the tightness around his tip when pressed against the back of her throat. And right now, all she wanted was to get him as hard as she possibly could.

Her drunken state only made her looser and more riled up, working him with both her mouth and her hands. “Fucking hell, Utsuro! You’re going to make me cum already acting like that!”

Koge didn’t answer him, only sparing him a quick glance. He couldn’t resist a groan as she took him in as deep as she could, choking on his cock over and over with each bob of her head. Unable to resist the squirming and tensing of his body, Bakugou shifted one of his legs up, though he was stopped as his thigh met with Koge’s hips, having not realized she was straddling that leg. Nearly instantly, she moaned out softly, pressing back against his leg as she began to grind her sex against him. Even with her underwear in the way, he could immediately feel how hot and wet she was, the liquid coating his skin with each eager roll of her hips.

“Damn Utsuro, I guess if I want you to be sluttier, I’ll get you drunk first-- ah shit, fucking damn it!” He dug his fingers into the sheets as Koge took him in as deep as she could one final time. He couldn’t resist watching her as she lifted her head from him, feeling his stomach clench in arousal at the sight of saliva and precum dripping from her tongue and lips. With lustful hooded eyes and flushed cheeks, Koge continued to stroke his tortured member with her hands, squeezing and teasing his tip as she pleased.

“I’m your little slut, Katsuki,” Pushing the covers back, Koge moved herself to straddle his hips, sitting with his cock perfectly lined with her wet and aching pussy. His tip near her clit, she supported herself with her hands against his toned stomach, working to slowly roll her hips to grind herself against him. Bakugou had to admit, the velvety feeling of her silk underwear paired with the intense heat of her arousal was an irresistible feeling, and so was the sight of her. Her hair had already half fallen out of the high ponytail she had been sporting, and since she was wearing nothing but her underwear, her pale skin seemed to glow against the moonlight. She looked so soft that Bakugou couldn’t resist touching her, his hands starting at her thighs and slowly moving up until he could grip and tease her breasts.

She moaned and sighed with each pleasurable pinch to her nipples and stroke of her clit against his cock, her flushed expression only becoming further contorted with lust. Eventually, she reached down as she lifted her hips, shifting her underwear aside. “I can’t keep waiting--”

“No--” Before she could slip his cock inside her, Bakugou gripped onto her hips tightly, keeping her in place. He couldn’t resist the smirk on his lips, loving to watch her tremble in anticipation and stare down at him with such intense wanting. Her lips slightly parted, she was already near panting just from the mere thought of finally getting to feel his cock inside her, but she wasn’t going to get everything she wanted so easily. “--You’ll wait until I say.”

With a pain and frustrated groan, Koge hung her head a bit, biting down on her bottom lip as her nails dug into the skin of his stomach. He was barely inside her, and although the wanting to sink into her depths was nearly impossible to control, Bakugou enjoyed working her up even more. Her body was straining against his grip, wanting so badly to move, but he wouldn’t give in just yet. “Katsukiiiii-” Koge whined, raking her nails down his stomach. “- Come on!”

“Beg.”

“Please! Please let me fuck you!”

“Why?”

“Because I need it! I need to feel you inside me before I go insane! I can’t wait another second--” Her voice squeaked out in a surprised moan as Bakugou pushed her hips down, sinking his entire length into her. “-- Fuck!”

Once she was steady as she could be, Koge began to bounce her body on him, moaning out in pleasure without constraint. Bakugou knew that when she got like this, anything around them didn’t matter. All that existed in the world was them, sleeping neighbors be damned. If a complaint came out of this, then so be it, but that was the last thing on Bakugou’s mind now. All he cared about was the way her body moved, the sweet sounds she made and the feeling of her walls squeezing him every time his cock was dug into her. She was so desperate to feel it, to reach that peak of pleasure that she had been craving that he knew he probably wouldn’t even be able to stop her if he wanted to.

“Damn it Katsuki, your cock is so big. How can you be so perfect?” Her techniques switched up to grinding instead of bouncing, a strong sign that she was getting close to cumming. Gripping her hips tightly, Bakugou allowed her to do as she pleased, wanting to let her get all her initial energy out before he took control.

“And you’re so fucking wet, you horny bitch. C’mon, Utsuro, cum all over my cock like the slut you are!”

“Y-yes, Katsuki!” Koge became more aggressive with her movements, his chest and stomach only becoming further marked from her nails. “Thank you!”

Bakugou couldn’t stop the sharp chortle that escaped his nose, finding humor in the fact that she thanked him out of anything else she could have said. The alcohol, he assumed, but he didn’t have much time to think about a response before she came hard, her body trembling as her walls squeezed and pulsed around him, nearly enough to make him cum immediately. “Damn, that’s it, Utsuro. You love cumming on my cock, don’t you?”

“Yes,” Koge sighed out breathlessly as she calmed from the rush, smiling down at him as her hands slid up to caress his neck. “I love it so much.” Leaning forward and resting her torso against his, she kissed him softly, tenderly placing sleepy kisses across his jawline and down his neck. “I love you so much… Katsuki…”

Then, there was something Bakugou hadn’t expected at all. Her body rested against him, and along with steady breathing came a slight and annoying sound that instantly made Bakugou’s blood boil.

Snoring.

She had fallen asleep.

“Hey, what the fuck, Utsuro?” Bakugou gripped her hips again, his cock still hard and aching to move inside her. “Did you seriously just fall asleep?!”

Koge only gave a small groan, nuzzling her face further into his chest. That cute and annoying noise was something Bakugou knew too well, telling him to not bother her. Never before had she fallen asleep in the middle of them fucking, and though he knew that he should probably let her sleep, he very well couldn’t let her get away with being the only one to cum after she had worked him up so much.

“Wake the fuck up, Utsuro.” Bakugou growled in her ear, thrusting his hips up into her. At first, she did nothing but gasp out softly, until Bakugou had set a rhythm. When she finally woke back up, her hips arched up for him, digging her nails into the skin of his chest.

“K-Katsuki--!”

“Who the fuck said you could go to sleep, you drunk bitch? You think you can get away with all this shit without me cumming inside you?” Increasing the speed of his pace, Koge returned to the moaning mess she had been before, allowing him to ravage her.

“I-I didn’t mean to! I’m sorry, Katsuki! Please fuck me until you cum inside me!”

One hand on her hip while the other came up to grip the back of her neck, he kept her body in place against him while he fucked her, taking her body as he pleased. It wasn’t long before he could already feel her starting to cum again, her voice and body giving her away before she could even say a word.

“K-Katsuki, please, I can’t hold it!”

“You will until I cum inside you! Ah fuck--!” His curse came from a sudden rush of mixed pain and pleasure, her teeth sinking into the skin of his shoulder as she bit him hard. With that, her nails in his skin and her cunt growing ever tighter around him, Bakugou finally couldn’t hold it another second. As he came, he pulled her hips down snug against him, digging himself into her. In the same instant, she tightened the grip of her bite as she came again, rolling her hips in rhythm of the pulsing of her walls.

Her movement only prolonged his own pleasure, making him groan and shudder as he wrapped his arms around her torso. “Damn it, Utsuro… You drunk. Who said you could come in here and bother me like this?”

It was too late. With her mouth still clamped down around his skin, Koge had passed out again, this time with no hope of waking her. Giving an annoyed grunt, Bakugou removed himself from her and carefully moved them so they were laying on their sides. After another annoyed groan like she had given him before, Koge nuzzled her face into his chest, to which Bakugou could only roll his eyes. Removing the hair tie from her messy hair, he tossed his away, stroking the back of her head softly as he rested his face against the top of it.

“You stupid woman. I sure as hell am not going to take care of your hungover ass in the morning. You owe me after all this…”

…

Koge groaned as she cuddled herself into her blanket, turning away from the blaring sunlight coming through the windows. Head pounding and stomach churning, she almost felt as if she were still drunk, with her body feeling it was still moving. What was worse, she had to pee badly, and her underwear felt… gross. With what little movement she could manage, she stripped them off and tossed them out of the blankets before vanishing back into her dark comfort.

“Tch, seriously, Utsuro? That’s the first thing you do?”

Along with Bakugou’s voice, she finally noticed his footsteps and the smell of food, making her stomach only twist itself into more knots. “Katsuki… What’s that nasty smell?”

“Nasty?! Excuse me?” A series of clanking and the sound of glass meeting wood reverberated in Koge’s overly sensitive ears, though she still couldn’t find it within herself to leave the blankets. Bakugou left the side of the bed, the irritating squeak of the curtains closing giving her a little bit of reprieve from her suffering.

“It smells like ick.” Pulling the blanket off her head, she peered up at the blurry figure of her lover through messy white locks. Rolling over to face him, she somehow found the strength to sit up, not bothering to care about covering herself. “What is that?”

“I made you some shijimi miso soup and matcha green tea. If you don’t want the tea, I have some Pocari Sweat-”

“-Eww-!”

“-Or if you keep whining, I’ll make you chug a glass of turmeric powder and water!” Pushing her hair back from her face with a more tender touch than what his threat presented, Bakugou gave her forehead a kiss. “Good morning, you drunk.”

Smiling, Koge gently pulled him back down closer to her to place a soft kiss on his lips, before letting him go so he could fetch her some clothes. “Good morning, my Katsuki. Did I really get that wasted?”

“I don’t know, Utsuro,” Bakugou glowered at her from the corner of his eye as he dug through her drawers, looking for her favorite lazy day t-shirt. “What’s the last thing you remember?”

“Uhm…” Koge moved to sit on the edge of the bed, settling in front of the little wooden foldable table that held her food and drink. As she tried to think, she stirred the steaming soup, watching the contents float about. “To be honest, I don’t remember much of anything. At least, not after I left the party. I kind of remember being in the elevator coming home. Because I pushed the wrong button like four times.”

Finally getting the clothes together, Bakugou made his way back over to her, standing beside her as she cautiously took a sip of the soup from her spoon. “That’s it? You don’t remember fumbling in here like a damn idiot before fucking me-”

“-I don’t doubt that-”

“- and then being a selfish bitch by falling asleep right after you came without letting me-- ack, HEY!” Backing up, Bakugou shielded himself with the clothes as Koge suddenly sprayed him with the soup, spitting out everything in her mouth in shock of what he had said.

“I WHAT?!” Koge’s voice squeaked with her shock, finally staring up at him with true lucidness. “I wouldn’t do that to you!”

“Well you did!” Wiping his arms clean of the soup with the t-shirt still in his hands, he glared down at his lover in annoyance at the fact that he had to explain that to her. “Not only that but look at this shit.” Pulling up his own shirt, he revealed to her the multiple red scratch marks down his torso, before displaying the other injury on his shoulder. She had bit him hard enough to draw a bit of blood, so the area was red and bruised.

Covering her mouth with both hands, Koge stared at him with wide eyes, only speaking when he was done showing off his trophies. “Oh no… I’m a freak when I’m drunk. Why didn’t you bite me back?”

“I- what?! No-” Bakugou made his way back to the dresser to get new clean clothes, tossing the new dirty ones in the laundry bin. “You were being a fucking freak, sure, but I didn’t want to do that without you being sober.”

“Why?”

“Because I’d rather you enjoy it. I know I did.” Smirk now on his lips, Bakugou instead just grabbed her one of his large shirts and underwear, having not cared to bother with digging through her clothes again. “You gotta learn to be a freak without alcohol, Utsuro.”

Huffing, Koge went back to eating her soup, cheeks flushed bright red. “I get too embarrassed sometimes… But I guess that explains why my underwear felt nasty. I probably wore them the entire time.”

“You did. You also took your dress off without unzipping it.”

“Wow, I’m a dipshit.”

Chuckling, Bakugou came to sit beside her, placing the clothes over her lap. “You are a dipshit,” He watched as she pulled the shirt on, though the underwear were ignored for the time being. “My dipshit, though, so it’s fine.”

Smiling, Koge leaned against him as she continued to eat, feeling his warmth and the heat of the food spread through her body. “Did I do anything else weird?”

“Hm, yeah. You said ‘thank you’ right before you came while riding me. It was fucking hilarious.”

“Oh no, that’s so embarrassing. I can’t ever get drunk again.”

“Hey,” Cupping her cheek as she took a break from the food, Bakugou urged her head to face him before placing a soft kiss on her lips. Gaining her full attention just like he wanted, he smirked against lips as he caught her gaze, which was soft and curious. “Utsuro…”

“Yes?”

“You thanked me for letting you cum? So, you’re welcome. I’m not going to be so generous next time. I have to punish you for falling asleep on me like that. And I’m not going to tell you when I decide to.”

“No, that’s mean! I’m sorry-!”

“No-”

“-I’ll make it up to you-!”

“Yeah, when I edge the shit out of you-”

“No! I love you!”

“No- what? I love you, too, but that’s not going to save you. Stop pouting and eat your damn soup, it’s already one in the afternoon.”

“You’re so rude, punishing me for something I don’t even remember doing. I’ll never forgive you, my Katsuki.”

“I can live with that.”

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illfoandillfie · 5 years

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Thief

Pairing: Roger Taylor x Female Reader

Summery: Roger wants his shirt back

Warnings: Smut (but nothing especially kinky)

Words: 2327

A/N: Most of this was written between midnight an 2am on my birthday when it was sad lonely bitch hours so it’s self indulgent as heck. Just some soft fluff with a little soft smut at the end.

(the shirt in question, i love it so much)

Taglist: @idontbelievethiss

Roger’s walk-in wardrobe was your guilty pleasure. You loved exploring it. Could happily spend hours running your fingers over all the different fabrics in there. Most of the clothing that was hung up or folded neatly in the draws was stuff he used regularly – every day shirts, jeans, a section for stuff he’d take on tour – but towards the back of the wardrobe was a collection of his older stuff, split between a row of hangers and a number of boxes. That was the stuff you really loved rummaging through. He’d been collecting it for years. Most of it was stuff he kept for sentimental reasons, he’d worn it at such and such show or so and so and given it to him. Some of it was stuff he’d had for so long it felt wrong to get rid of it. A lot of it was still in good condition too, just out of style. A relic from his youth, bold and bright and totally him. That was the stuff you loved best and whenever the opportunity arose to go digging for treasure you took it.

You took the treasure too, sometimes. One time, while Rog was away on tour, you’d been having a particularly rough day and hadn’t been able to contact him. Desperate to be wrapped up in his arms, you’d taken a large glass of wine and started going through his clothes. You’d found an old beaten up hoodie which you couldn’t believe he’d held on to. It must have held some significance for him because it was faded and frayed and nothing particularly special next to everything else in there. But it was warm and soft and still smelt faintly of Roger even though it must have been years since he’d worn it. You’d slipped it on over your head, breathing deeply, trying to control your emotions but had ended up crying yourself to sleep right there on the floor of the wardrobe. Since then you’d pulled it out whenever Rog was away for an extended amount of time. It was comforting and reminded you of one of his hugs and you loved it.

Another time you’d been throwing together a last minute costume for a party Freddie was hosting. Roger pulled you into the cupboard exclaiming he had something perfect to finish off your costume if he could only find it. In the second box he opened was a pair of rainbow suspenders which he handed to you with a giant grin on his face. They were just what you needed, though you did make fun of Rog a little for owning them in the first place. At the party a few people had commented on them, asking you if they were the same ones Rog had owned, and when you said yes, they told you stories, reminiscing about a time before you knew him. Freddie managed to find a few photos of Rog wearing the suspenders and told you how they’d called him Rainbow. It led to you being shown a bunch of photos of Rog as a young man and you’d laughed in disbelief at how long his hair was while he insisted it had been very fashionable. You loved hearing those stories from the people who knew him best and when you’d finally got home you put the suspenders back in the box carefully, feeling a little closer to the man you loved.

Sometimes you felt a little like a magpie, stealing things from him. Big things like an old fur coat you’d worn around the house constantly one winter, or a gorgeous velvet jacket which you couldn’t stop running your hands over when you’d first found it. Small things like a pair of aviator sunglasses, one of what seemed to be a hundred different pairs of sunnies, which made you feel like a rockstar even though they were prescriptions and turned your vision wavy. Or the necklace you hadn’t taken off since its discovery, a simple silver band which, you knew from photos, Roger had worn tight like a choker, but you preferred a little looser. For Christmas last year Rog had surprised you with a delicate circle charm to add to it, the back engraved with both your initials.

Your interest in his old clothes was something that bemused Roger. On more than one occasion he’d found you on your knees digging through a box and had rolled his eyes at you. But whenever he saw you wearing one of your stolen items his eyes lit up and he’d give you a soft smile that made your knees weak. Sometimes he’d remark that he’d completely forgotten he still had said item and then proceed to tell you why he’d kept it. Sometimes you’d convince him to try whatever it was on himself. If it still fit enough that he could put it on he’d pretend he was on a catwalk as he strutted away from you before turning around and posing, and if it didn’t, he’d pull it on as best he could and ask you how he looked. Either way you’d both end up on the floor laughing, sometimes with Roger half stuck in a too small pair of jeans or jacket.

Your most recent acquisition from your magpie habit was one of his newer shirts. It was blue with an orange check pattern and Roger hadn’t noticed you’d stolen it yet. Not that you’d stolen this in the same way you’d stolen everything else. This one was a complete accident. You’d gotten out of bed early one morning and felt around in the dark for the shirt Roger had so kindly discarded for you the night before. You’d slipped on the first shirt you found and made your way to the bathroom, not worrying about pants since the shirt fell down over your thighs. That should have been a clue that it wasn’t yours but it was much too early for your brain to be working. You didn’t notice it was Roger’s shirt until you were washing your hands and caught your reflection. Any trace of sleepiness left you as you examined your reflection, admiring the way the shirt fell around you. You spent a few minutes undoing and redoing buttons, comparing how much cleavage was shown off each way and wondering what it’d look like if you were wearing your favourite bra underneath. It felt so soft and light against your skin and it was warm even as you stood on cold tiles. You could understand why Rog wore it so often. When you got back to your room you pulled it off again, catching a whiff of Roger’s aftershave as you brought it over your head, before snuggling back into Roger’s arms, hoping to squeeze in round two before either of you had to be up for real. Since then you’d worn it whenever the chance arose, mostly just around the house when Roger was out. You knew he really liked the shirt and wore it fairly frequently so it wasn’t really one you could steal but you couldn’t help yourself, it just felt so nice to wear.

This morning you’d woken to find Rog already gone. The band were deep in Live Aid rehearsals and today was their last before the big day so you weren’t expecting him home till much later. You got up and straight away switched your own shirt for his, your new favourite, rubbing your hand up and down the sleeve a couple of times just to feel the fabric. You you’d wear it until you had a shower and then you’d put your own clothes on. You headed to the kitchen to make coffee and find something to eat. You were examining the contents of the fridge when a voice in the hallway made you jump. “Hey, hon, you up?” “In the kitchen!” You called out over your shoulder, “How come you’re back so early?” “We did a couple of run throughs which went well enough that we decided to take the rest of the day off. Don’t wanna overwork ourselves,” his voice trailed off towards the end as he caught sight of you bent over as you looked in the fridge, “is that my shirt?” You looked down, the shirt having slipped your mind in favour of food. “Oh, yeah it is. Wanted something comfy and this was the first thing I found,” you shrugged, turning and shutting the fridge behind you. “How was a shirt that was hanging in my wardrobe the first thing you found? I was gonna wear that tomorrow.” “Busted,” You’re a little thief,” his tone was playful but it still sent a shiver down your spine. “Am not,” you pouted “Fur coat. Necklace. Hoodie,” he started counting on his fingers, “should I keep going?” “No, you’ve made your point, but I prefer the term pilferer.” You rocked back on your heels, “Can’t you wear something else tomorrow? This shirt is ridiculously comfy,” “I could, but I don’t want to.” “Well, I s’pose you can have it back. Gonna have to catch me first though,” And with that you took off, running out of the kitchen and up the stairs. Roger’s legs were longer than yours and he took the stairs three at a time, catching up to you fast. You squealed as he caught you around the waist, pulling you into him as he entered the bedroom backwards. “Gotcha. Now can I have my shirt back?” he said softly, his breath tickling your ear. “Only if you take it.” Roger turned you around to face him. He began to unbutton the shirt slowly, your skin breaking out in goose bumps whenever his fingers brushed against it. “As incredibly attractive as you look in it,” he said, his warm breath ghosting over your face as his finger continued their descent, “I really have to insist.” His touch was torturously light and slow, and his lips so close to yours, but you were frozen, completely unable to close the distance between you. All you could do was look into his eyes, occasionally shifting your focus to his lips, and try to remember how to breath properly.

When he’d finally gotten all of the buttons undone, he traced his finger up your stomach, through the valley of your breasts, and up your neck until he was able to press his fingers to the underside of your chin and tilt your head up. He pressed his lips to yours, softly, and you melted into him. You opened your mouth willingly, inviting him to deepen the kiss. As he did so, he pushed his shirt off your shoulders and down your arms till it was a puddle on the floor. He kept kissing you, sighing into your mouth as he walked you backwards towards the bed, only breaking the kiss to push you onto it. You scooted back to be more comfortable and he followed until he was hovering over you. His fingers brushed over the necklace lightly, the cool metal contrasted against your warm skin. You looped your arm around his neck, pulling him back to your lips, as his hand ran down your side, coming to rest on your waist.

Every brush of his fingers, every swipe of his tongue had your stomach tightening with anticipation and need, until you couldn’t bear it any longer. “Rog, please.” you breathed out against his lips. He pressed a kiss to the corner of your mouth, then to your jaw, then to your neck. He crawled down your body, leaving a trail over your chest and stomach, your skin burning with desire in his wake. When he reached your hips, he slowly peeled your underpants down your legs, pressing his lips to the inside of your thigh, making you whine. When he’d finally freed you of your underwear, he began removing his own clothes, much faster than he had yours. Without his hands on you, your skin felt bare and cold. You sighed as he crawled back over you, his touch restoring peace to your world, his lips finding their rightful place against yours. He slipped a finger into your wet core, followed by a second making your back arch into him. “Ready love?” He asked softly withdrawing his fingers from you. “Rog, y’know when I said please earlier? Yeah, I’ve been ready since then. Hurry up and fuck me already.” “Christ, I love you Y/N,” You could feel his body shaking with laughter as he grabbed your hand and laced his fingers through yours. “I’ll love you a whole lot more when you let me cum,” “Whatever my little thief wants,” he replied, lining himself up and pushing into you. You would have rolled your eyes at him but you were distracted by how full you felt, squeezing his hand as he began slowly rocking his hips against you. He kept a steady rhythm, drawing soft ‘oh’s and gasps from you with every thrust. His voice was low and raspy as he told you how good you felt around him, how irresistible you looked wearing nothing but his old necklace, how much he loved you. You felt your orgasm approaching and could tell Roger was close from the way he was panting against you. You chanted Roger’s name like a prayer as you clenched around him, pulling him into his own release.

Roger rolled onto his side, wrapping his arms around you and pulling you close. You pushed some hair, damp with sweat, out of his face and traced your finger down his nose. “What’re you doing?” “Admiring you,” you pushed the end of his nose like it was a button, “boop.” He stuck out his tongue, making you giggle. “I do love you Rog,” “I know.” You hummed happily, content to stay like this forever. “I’m going to have to buy you your own shirt, aren’t I?” “Only if you want to keep yours.”

#roger taylor smut #roger taylor x reader #roger taylor imagine #kinda wanna cry since i cant raid roger's wardrobe and steal his clothes tbh #kinda just wanna cry #im feeling soft and sappy today so have fun with this #my fics

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aggresivelyfriendly · 5 years

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Hi loveys- I’m too tired to say much, traffic made a 2.5 hour drive over 4 hours. So, I’m sleeping! Thanks @emulateharry for the read!

Hinode-Chapter 8!

"You can't just drop a story like that and not preface it with, 'this one time I was at Mick Jagger's baby shower.'" Ada's face was open as morning windows on the first sunny day after rough weather. Harry loved it. "I need a warning that your aged doppelgänger is the feature of the story." He watched her throat work over a sip of her first glass of the new bottle.

"Mick doesn't like it when you mention his age." He picked up his, second? third? Glass of wine and inclined it at her. "Bit of a Peter Pan syndrome." He leaned in close to the lips he hadn't had the pleasure of since 10 am, 15 hours, not that he was counting, and stage whispered so she could feel it, "but don't tell him that."

"Yeah, next time I'm hanging with old Mick I'll be sure to mention his boyband protege thinks he has Peter Pan syndrome!" She laughed and he could feel that and taste the Pinot Noir on her breath. Right, now, her love of red wine made sense. But he'd had her pegged for Sauvignon Blanc. Something refreshing and that went down easy. He supposed now though it made sense she drank something with much more body. "But I think Peter Pan Syndrome gets handed out with spandex pants to would be rockstars. Though you seem to have missed the all call."

"I don't wear spandex!" He gave her a face fit for Liam, could feel the offense in his sneer. Well, he did to box, but under baggy shorts.

"Yet!" She poked his big huge dimple. "And don't knock it, Bowie and Mercury wore spandex." She cocked her raven head. "But you don't seem to want a neverland zip code..." She left it open.

"What do you mean?" He had a feeling he knew, but felt reluctant to answer. He liked the flirty conversation they'd been having, rambling from her making fun of his grandad socks and him asking her worst LA traffic story to him sharing about how he just caught himself from pushing Mick into the cake at his baby shower. He wondered when his legs would stop feeling too long for his body. He had no trouble sharing embarrassing stories, but, he liked white wine conversation. He shouldn't have been too surprised she wanted to talk about something deeper. He maybe just wasn't ready. At least when he was the subject. He wouldn't mind a view of her depths.

"I mean, you seem, shockingly mature for a quarter century old. I know you started young, but Jagger wasn't much older, and he's certainly still trying to grow oats to sow. You could definitely still be running wild, and excused for it I bet. With the dimples and the rambly speeches....."

"Um," he looked around. He needed to get into this, if all those fields he felt when she touched him were ever gonna he real. Harry never went to college, but this felt like the conversations his friends would talk about, the all night ones where people got vulnerable. So, the words stacked up like lemmings ready to jump, the slow ramble of an explanation. He'd want reciprocity. He hoped that this was a foundation, not just an amazing experience he would remember long past their expiration date. Like those conversations often were, he was given to understand. He gathered his courage around him like a baggy coat; he'd done way scarier things than talked, really talked, to a woman he could love. Harry, admittedly, sucked at communication, sometimes conversation. He was gonna do it anyway. "God, this will sound pretentious as fuck, but like, my mum always said I was an old soul with a young spirit." He sighed and leaned back with his glass. "When the band started we had a smorgasbord of bad choices all of a sudden. Maybe not, like, bad choices, but like too much too soon. Liam said it was like college on steroids, and it was. Girls everywhere, offering everything- even if they didn't know what it meant. And um, not that alcohol was brand new to any of us, but the party drugs around were."

He looked down from the wallpaper in her room he'd been focusing on, they'd been lounging in her living area, and he was sorry he'd given her the couch. He wanted to lie down. She nodded at him with a sympathetic brow, and reached out for his hand. That was better.

"There were some nights I woke up and really didn't know how I got back to my room. I think those stories were really funny for some of the other boys, but I hated the like, lack of control. The things people said I said." He shook his head and she squeezed his hand. "I love attention."

"No! You! An international pop star? Love attention?" He smiled gratefully at her attempt to lighten his heavy mood. He wasn't aware this bothered him so much anymore. He'd changed his life so much since then, because of then. "Well," he smiled back at her like a chevalier, "drunk 17 year old Harry really liked attention, and drunk 18 year old Harry really liked girls."

"Do you still like girls?" She fluttered her eyelashes he wondered if it was entirely on purpose. He hoped some of it was unconscious, just her animal brain liking his smell.

"Yeah, I just like fewer of them, and not exclusively. Mostly, I like women." He felt his lashes touch his cheek for a breath and then his eyebrows a couple heartbeats later.

"Good!" She loosened her grip on his hand and used the looser grip to caress him fingertips to elbow. Green light. He could totally shift gears here and wind up on the couch with her, on top of her. Some of the lessons of the lost year stuck, were useful. Or he could tell her the really useful one. How it changed his life. "Round about, honestly," big breath, "those two years are kinda a blur. But I was really pissed at myself for fucking up a performance. Bitching to my mum in my dressing room. And she had this long suffering face, occasionally it obliterates her compassion face. I realized I'd seen that face more than I liked around that time. When we got to talk, even on FaceTime when she called one morning and caught sight of a girl leaving for example. So I, all exasperated like, threw my hands up like a toddler on a store floor and asked what, and she just said, "maybe it's not the song's fault, but how you're treating your instrument.'" He laid his head back and felt her playing with his thinner rings, smiled when she pulled it over his knuckle and then back. "You can take it off." He was already emotionally naked here, his bare fingers couldn't be to shocking. He kept talking while she took off the rose ring, a favorite still in his heavy rotation, and put it on her thumb. He liked that. "Like a bratty 18 year old used to getting his way a bit, I think I asked her what she was on about and went back to bitching. But, I kept hearing it, and the next time I was out late, partying, before we had a big performance, I paid attention. The high notes, they were always hard for me."

"Awful lot on your solo album then." There was a question there he would come back to.

"Yeah, I stopped drinking before shows, which was most nights then, and got a vocal coach. And the girls...."

"The girls."

"Well mum hadn't given me that talking to yet. So that kept up a little while longer."

"But not into your seventies?" She pulled his rings up one by one, and then laced their fingers so that the naked borders between their hand and digits could match up. Then slid her hand away. He wanted to be touching. So he shifted over, planted himself on the couch instead. It was a touch big for two, but ample.

"Barely into my twenties."

"Were you just born middle aged, do you think?" Ada teased. He chuckled a little bit. She was good at this, letting him talk and think slow, distracting him, giving him light comments to his thick words and touching him. Always the physical connection. It kept words flowing and him comfortable in vulnerable moments.

That had been working since day one on set. Ada had the magic touch. He wondered if that was just for him or others too? He wanted it to be his. Harry wasn't normally possessive he didn't think. But he did feel covetous of her attention and touch, her secrets.

Harry took off all his rings then, and layered them up on her hands and pulled them forward, kissed her knuckles. "Maybe not middle aged, but a little ahead of the curve maybe?"

"Is it cuz you had to take care of your mom, do you think?" She wasn't making eye contact on that question. Oh.

"She never asked me to take care of her." He shook his head, she wouldn't like that, his mum. If he had grown up so fast because of her being alone. If it was cuz she unknowingly asked it of him. It wasn't exactly true. But it was a little, and maybe more for Ada.

"No, they don't have to ask."

"You just did?" Harry asked.

"She was just so." He squeezed the hands he still held. "Sad."

"Yeah, and lonely." He supplied.

"But I didn't let her be alone." Ada's eyes were a tiny bit slick. His might've been too.

"I never let her be alone, and I hope I never made her feel guilty for being lonely, with me there." Harry wondered about that. He had eavesdropped a conversation, just before his mum found Robin, about how guilty each date made her feel. He'd stopped pouting when she went out then. He hoped it made her more open when she met his step dad. A tiny contribution to their story.

"Oh, I know I made her feel bad. I remember screaming one time, in my angsty Ophelia stage- 'why do you care about him so much? I'm here!'" She shook her head.

"But, it's different." He said it as gently as possible.

"She deserved a partner, and I...."

"We're not supposed to be their partners, just their kids, babies, they feel guilty if we take too much emotional responsibility."

"And I was pissed at him, but when I did see him, I couldn't be a little bitch, or I was afraid I'd never see him again." She inclined her head.

"But she wasn't going away. So she got the brunt of your teenage angst." She was nodding, he supplying the hardest truths for her. She nodded back and her serious brow cracked his heart for her to crawl in a little deeper. They held hands a minute longer, and Ada sat back, so their shoulders touched, and they could only keep holding one hand.

"Were you an angst boy ever, locked away in an upstairs room, is that where the sad wanks started?" He could tell she missed their banter. Needed a fiver from the tough stuff. He did too, but he really liked knowing her better. It made the estrangement he had sensed she pursued from Garner make sense. Harry had found plenty of industry men who were astoundingly successful at what they did, but had a trail of broken relationships behind them. Harry didn't know Garner well enough to know that about him, and he intended to be around Ada long enough to know all of it. He expected he was going to give Garner the stink eye every time they were near each other and have trouble stopping form now on. He would let her change the subject though, so long as they kept talking.

"I don't think the wanks were sad in those days. Exuberant, maybe enthusiastic, those are better words." Her smile had started on exuberant and she was all out laughing at him though he was giggling away too by enthusiastic.

"I bet! I remember what you looked like at 16 and I can't imagine you crying and coming with that fluffy hair and those huge cheeks!"

"Hey! My cheeks weren't huge! They were normal sized." He wanted to pounce on her, show her a wank. But, he felt like they'd gone someplace she wasn't used to, maybe that was more uncomfortable to her than nudity, he didn't want her to bolt. He knew if it got physical as well, it may never happen again. Instinctively he knew, tonight would make them fragile in the short term, viable in the long term. If he went there, where part of him was desperate to go, on the heels off their disclosures, It would give her all the excuse she needed to keep it there. He'd never get below the surface again. So, he didn't tickle, or pick her up and drape her across himself, did nothing more than lace their fingers like a seam together. God knew he wanted to stitch other parts of him to her.

It just wasn't all he wanted.

She was pointing at him, so he caught her finger and bit the tip playfully. Her eyes widened and then her pupils flared. But before she leaned in and made the offer, one he couldn't refuse, he said "Since you like to be mean and make fun of people, let's see you at 16!"

"Um, no!" She shook her head. Her hair hitting her cheeks a foreign feeling so late at night, or early in the morning. If he wasn't here, her hair would be wrapped up already, but she was trying to be cute. Not scare the white boy. If he stayed, she'd have to re press it tomorrow and they were to travel all day. It would be worth it. But that last segue, and their companionable positions indicated that may not happen. Not yet. A compromising position would get her out of this uncomfortable one though.

Ada was disappointed by the change in directions, she finally thought they might get bare in a way more familiar for her. She'd much rather be in bed with him than talking about her dad, however obliquely. And showing him a picture of her in her very serious alt girl phase was not happening. Awkward very high ponytail, because her mom still wasn't exactly sure how to do her long hair, her hair at all. Ada has learned in college from the new friends she made how to manage her own hair.

She was alright in her teen years, same bone structure and features. But she took herself very seriously those days. Painfully earnest. It would be embarrassing. The clothes, all those ripped tights and midi skirts and flannels. She thought she may even have some vinyl with safety pins recorded for posterity. Yikes! Though she'd seen some very good facsimiles of her own teenage look when they were shooting in harajuku. It still made her cheeks burn. Could she?

"No way, unfair, I am sure you have seen some god awful pictures of me." He grabbed his phone and she was sad they were not touching anymore. It looked like she was not getting dick tonight. His moves were not getting laid ones. She'd be damned if she made the first move. Well, the first time. After that he better be careful when they were alone and away from set.

She was glad they'd tackled that subject first, when the wine was breathing. They were gonna be professional, and never alone. They had agreed to be realistic about their attraction level, so no face time without a chaperone, like an Austen film, or they both assumed they'd be sucking face. Tonight was almost confusing in its modesty. Only their conversation kept their clothes on. It had been awhile since she'd wanted somebody, longer since she'd been wanted. It was wonderful. Ada was gonna hold onto it. She was sure it would be wiped out if he saw a picture of her at 16.

And then he pulled a post on tumblr, of all fucking places, and showed her a smattering or horrible outfits ranging from ill fitting trainers and trousers to a Miley Cyrus costume.

"You make a credible Miley!" She didn't even pretend to not be laughing at him.

"I know! She even said so." He laughed and god, was it weird to want to put whipped cream in his dimples to suck out? Probably. She was gonna ask if she could whenever they broke the seal anyway. "That was when I fell in love with Tokyo. I decided that I wanted to wear the fleshy pants and they were all too easy to acquire."

"Yes, Japan has an underbelly."

"A sexy underbelly?" He pointed at his long pale torso.

"You are so white! God, I thought you liked fake tanner that year, you look paler than her in the picture."

"It's just the lighting." Oh, big lip. She pulled it. He was right, there were some gems on the internet of him. Why he ever, even at 14, wore that Caesar cut. A tragedy for his curls. She fluffed them to assure herself of their presence and that she could. He leaned into her hand and all Ada could think was why not.

"Hold on." She thought there was one Mia had tagged her in, though it killed her, because it was just so chock full of nostalgia. She was pretty sure she had it on Facebook. Way to show her age, lot even Instagram. It didn't take long, she was so inactive it was not far down her feed. But there she was in all her 15 year old glory. Her jeans were baggy and her top was cropped and her hair was high. They'd been at Magic Mountain she thought, those long days that felt like being grown up until you really were. Roaming a place without direct supervision. She'd insisted on her boots that day, though her mom had repeatedly said they weren't walking shoes. By dusk, she'd had to buy band aids.

The memories were crystal clear, and made her smile. She thought maybe she'd had her first kiss that night, some boy from the 213 she exchanged numbers with. Never spoke to again, not even via phone.

"You look at this, remember it's in solidarity with your bowl cut, and then forget it." She'd narrowed her eyes at him and he'd nodded fervently. Then bit his lip when he saw the picture. She assumed to stop the laugh from escaping.

"You are laughing at me!" She was laughing too. How horrified her younger self would be. Ada was very serious at that age, especially about herself.

"I'm not, I'm not. You're so cute!" They were both giggling away and Ada was trying to wrestle her phone back from him.

"Give me the phone, Styles!" She hopes the neighbors were deeply asleep and that the walls were thick in the hotel. "And remember your promise. You are immediately forgetting this."

"Nope, I'll never forget it. Not even if I tried." He was cackling, a wheezy laugh opened by a snort that made her laugh harder. Like those pre teen moments in her bedroom when a friend's snort set everybody rolling again. Their roving conversation and active flirt was everything, obliterated boundaries. So much so that she was straddling him trying to reach deep behind him where he had stashed her phone. She had both hands working now. It was when she felt the distinct crack of his muscular ass that she realized her phone wasnt in his shorts, but her fingers definitely were.

Her eyes came up to his and he still looked brimming with mirth, though his pupils were big and his smile was a smirk. He wiggled her phone with his right hand. "Looking for this? Or have you found your target?"he flashed his eyebrows at her.

Ada pulled her hands free, but left them on his shoulders and sat back on her haunches. Silencing that little voice that hoped his legs would bear her weight harshly. "Um," she wondered if the brightness that was her blush was as obvious to him as it was to her. "Sorry?"

"No worries. Any time you would like to stick your hands down my pants, let me know." She watched the indecision cross his mind. Ada might be getting her way with him. She was sure of it for a nanosecond, and found herself sad. That didn't seem the right way to end this night. Though she didn't know of a better sleep aid than orgasm.

Half of her wanted him to go for it, desperately, the other half, really hoped they had this night, that felt so much like a third date rather than a first, for itself. And the things they showed were their fears and not their body parts. Then his eyes settled and her heart slowed, beat in time with his.

"It's good we travel tomorrow, so I don't have such an early call time. It's late." Ada nodded, still perched on his lap, her hands full of his shoulders and her nostrils his leather and man scent.

"It is, you'd be able to carry a vacation's worth of things in your eye bags tomorrow. When we get to Kyushu, get a treatment on the production to fix that. You have to look your best!" He rolled his eyes at her gentle ribbing and put his hands on her hips. He pulled her into him, and they kissed for the first time all night. It was languid, and Ada felt the tension in her released and reintroduced like her desire was pulled taffy. Rolled over itself and then pulled taught.

He tasted like the wine and long nights rising to early morning, and she was going to lick in for a deeper taste, maybe get the cherries and blackberries the Pinot carried on the palate too, bright orchards in the sun too, when he sat back on the couch and looked at her.

"I want to stay." Ada started to talk, and he barely placed his long ringed index finger against her pouted lips. "But I think tonight was perfect as is."

Ada knew she was nodding. She agreed, despite herself.

"But next time," he caught her eye and the heat there singed her eyebrows, "you and I are in a room alone together so late at night, I'll be hard-" he emphasized the word with a tiny lift of his hips. "Pressed to find the gentleman within me." And he leaned forward and gave her a chaste kiss capped with a tiny bite to her fuller bottom lip.

Ada was dazed as he helped her off his lap. She knew she followed him to door, that she leaned against it to stay on her feet despite her weakened knees. He didn't kiss her there, and she didn't even wonder why. He'd already left quite the impression on her mouth, his taste was on her tongue where she had licked them.

"I'll see you when we get there? We have most of the whole place, around the onsen you wanted?"

She'd nodded, cleared her throat. "Ye-yeah. We have the whole place. The crew and cast. Tomorrow evening there are no events, no shooting, so everybody can go in the hot springs."

"I can't wait to see you in the hot springs." He leaned forward and kissed her forehead, smoothed a loose piece of hair back. Her hair would curl up insanely in that steam. She was surprised his sentence didn't remind it it was a ringlet.

"Yeah, bet you look good slick and wet." She bugged her eyes. That was a thought not to be shared that she'd been having. Since she chose the location, if she was entirely honest.

"Too bad they aren't private." He raised brow.

"My room is supposed to have a private bath. With the spring water piped in."

"Mine too. Guess we will have to try both." He chucked her chin and left her standing there staring after him, wishing the next 24 hours away, and wondering where the bumbling boy who fell on her went. He'd been annoying but much less dangerous than the confident man who just walked away. Maybe he wasn't Mick's doppelgänger, but had one of his own. She yawned over that thought and skipped her night time routine assuming she'd just make up for it in the morning.

The next day, she nearly missed their flight. It had taken her ages, despite all the wine, to fall asleep. And she'd woken up from hot dreams to sweat dripping visions of a wet Harry. Maybe he should have stayed. Then she might have been able to sleep, or have a better reason to be awake.

She also left her phone charger in her room, and was worried she wouldn't be able to find one on Kyushu. It was Japan, there would still be electronics available everywhere, right?

They were delayed, and short a vehicle, and lots of logistics were in disarray. She had tons of moles to whack all day. Nothing seems to be going right.

By the time they got everybody checked in and squared away, Ada was dreaming of her private bath, without Harry in it, she was so tired. And she could carry his expansive wardrobe in her eye bags.

But she didn't have a room or private bath at all.

"What do you mean there is no room for Ada Scott?" She was trying not to be the screaming rude American, but who the fuck didn't get her a room? They were fired!

The lady at the counter was quietly explaining they were full, but that everybody on property was with the same group, maybe she could share.

"I don't want to share." Oh, she'd lost control and was whining. "I want my private bath and a bed to myself!" That's what she needed dammit. Deserved after a long day on little sleep with no dick and single kiss to obsess over.

A hand slipped around her waist, hooked into her belt loops, a body smoothed up her back. Ada looked down to see a cross and rose. "I don't know how private my bath would be, but you can have it, but there will be no bed to yourself."

#harry styles #harry styles fanfiction #harry styles fanfic #a premonition of love #apol #chapter 8 #hinode

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mirkwoodshewolf · 6 years

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The start of an apprenticeship; Newt Scamander x teen reader

While I was posting up my Supernatural fics I thought why not give u guys more Newt. Now this was one of my recent and first Newt Scamander requests I got recently on Wattpad. And let me just say I had a FREAKIN blast with this story :) So I hope all of you enjoy this as much as I enjoyed writing it. I was sooo happy that someone asked for a Newt request and I delivered if I do say so myself :)

Warnings: Nifflers, Demiguises, Newt Scamander fluff, Goldstein sister fluff, but real warning here, TORTURE (using one of the unforgivable curses), other than that just fluff and nifflers.

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It first started off with a simple Thanksgiving vacation from Ilvermory. I had gone to visit my older sisters Tina and Queenie to surprise them but when I got there, it turns out I was on the receiving end of a surprise, when my eldest sister Tina had brought in men into our apartment when the landlady strictly forbids men from entering the premises.

“(Y/n) what a surprise” my big sis Queenie stated happily as she came up and hugged me tightly.

“Hey Queenie, mind telling me why there are men in our apartment?” I asked nervously.

“I think you should talk to Teenie” I turned towards my eldest sister and she explained that Mr. Scamander the wizard wearing the blue trench coat had committed a crime against the secrecy of Wizard kind, and the other man Jacob Kowalski was a no-maj that is sick because of Mr. Scamander.

I took a good look at both men and saw that Mr. Scamander had shaggy brownish hair, freckles danced across his face but he held a warm presence. Even though he was tall, he wasn’t intimidating. I took notice that he held onto a suitcase very tightly and kept looking around the apartment trying to figure a way to get out.

While Mr. Kowalski had a tuff of black hair, a mustache that went all over his upper lip, he wore a suit that was just barely able to hold onto him and he did appear a little sick as his face glistened with sweat and he tried to keep his stance. I also took notice that he kept staring at my sister Queenie, not like in the way most men have stared at her like they wanted to own her as property, he was in awe and it was almost like a puppy-dog kind of way he was looking at her.

“Hey (y/n), you’ve had such a long trip from the train station so why don’t you get settled in and then come back out for dinner, and no sweets don’t count as a meal” I stuck my tongue at Queenie for using her mind-reading abilities on me. I picked up my suitcase and went into my room and saw that it was all cleaned up for me.

I set my stuff down and began unpacking for the week vacation that I had from school. I got changed from my uniform minus my robes into more casual nightdress. Once I was done changing, I joined up with my sisters and our guests and we all sat down and ate the delicious meal my sisters had prepared.

After dinner, Queenie and Jacob seemed to get a long really well as they talked about their love for cooking and baking. I smiled softly at them never once seeing my sister so happy before in her entire life talking to someone who also enjoyed the same thing’s she did. Like I had said before, most guys think of wanting to get her as a trophy wife and have her be the stay-at-home woman cooking and preparing coffee for them, or just use her as a chance to cheat on their own wives or girlfriends to show them that they could get someone better than them on the side when they don’t give them what the guys want.

Thankfully my sister always stands up for herself and tells them straight away that she’s not interested or goes right to the girlfriends or wives and tells them of what their spouses are doing. But seeing her now with Jacob, he’d be good husband material in my eyes for my sister, if it wasn’t for the laws of wizarding community here in America.

That’s why when I get out of Ilvermory, I want to travel the world and I don’t know maybe settle down in England since their laws are looser when it comes to No-Magic people or No-majs as we call them here.

“Our little sister here is just about to be done with school. Top in all her classes and is looking at a full scholarship into getting into MACUSA’s International Research team. She’s always wanted to travel the world, haven’t you sweetie?” Queenie said to me.

“Yeah, it’s always been a dream of mine. Travel the world, see what other cultures are like”. I said to Jacob.

And Tina or as I sometimes like to call her Tina “Kill-joy” Goldstein struck again when I heard Queenie state solemnly that she wasn’t flirting.

“I’m just saying don’t go getting attached he’s gonna have to be obliviated. It’s nothing personal”. Tina stated solemnly.

“Oh hey, you okay honey?” Queenie asked Jacob as I began to take notice of his starting to get dizzy and his sweating began to grow worse.

“Ms. Goldstein I think Mr. Kowalski can do with an early night, besides you and I will need to be up early tomorrow morning to find my niffler so….” Mr. Scamander stated as he sat up from his chair. I tilted my head in confusion and Queenie and I said to Tina at the same time.

“What’s a niffler?”

“Don’t ask” she muttered. “Okay you guys can bunk in here” she said as she walked towards their room.

Once settling down for the night, Queenie knocked at my door and I told her to come in and she came in with a cup of hot cocoa.

“Hey sweetie, thought you might like a drink before bed”.

“Thanks Queenie”. I said as she came up to me and I took the cup from her and blew on it before taking a small sip.

“How is your year going so far?”

“It’s going well. Me and Danielle continue to do our competitions with each other in our Potions class, just last week she was going so fast in trying to outdo me that she caused her potion to explode right in her face, but I helped her clean up after class in the end cause I couldn’t let her take it alone”.

“You girls and your competitions, but you are a good friend to helping her clean up the classroom, so you excited to have finally brought your wand outside of school?”

“Yes never have I been happier then when they told me I could finally bring my wand home”. You see since the Magical community in America is so paranoid about being exposed by the no-majs, Ilvermory has issued a law that anyone under 17 cannot take their wands out of school.

They have to remain inside their dorms at all times when it comes to home visits and only until the wizard or witch reaches 17 years old, then and only then can they bring their wands outside of class, but one slip-up of using magic outside of school grounds or using magic outside of my current residence, results in severe punishment even expulsion from the school.

But since I just turned 17 on All Hallow’s Eve, I was officially allowed to bring my wand home with me.

“Now you can help me cook some meals” she stated.

“Yep, I can’t wait”.

“But for now it’s time to go to sleep, no into bed little missy”. I placed my cocoa down on my nightstand by my bed and Queenie tucked me in and kissed me goodnight. “Night honey”.

“Night Queenie” I stated tiredly as I yawned. She then turned off my lights with her wand and closed the sliding doors behind her as she left for the guest room.

Later that night I had this dream of seeing President Picquery’s right hand wizard Mr. Graves in his office. Why I was dreaming about him I have no idea, I mean I only met the wizard once when I was first being interviewed for the scholarship that Ilvermory was giving me. I didn’t speak to him physically but I saw him around, plus my sister Tina talks about him constantly always getting on her back about something.

But what happened next was something I never expected to see in my dreams. His face appeared to change his onyx black hair with bleach white, his facial structure began to slightly change into a much older man and his eyes were the biggest changes of all. One was pure black while the other was pure white. I had seen this wizard being posted around in the Ilvermory news.

It was Gellert Grindelwald.

I shot up in my bed panting frantically and I quickly got dressed and cried out for Tina and Queenie but no one responded. I then called out for Mr. Scamander or Jacob, again got no response. That was until I saw a note on the kitchen table from my sisters. I picked up the note and it read.

Newt and Jacob left the apartment, Teen went to find them and I was called into work. Things have gotten more dangerous now at MACUSA with all that’s been happening. Please just stay home, lock the door don’t answer it for anyone okay honey? I should be back by sunrise.

Love, Queenie.

No, no, no, no they—they need to be warned. They need to know who Graves really is. I immediately got dressed and then apparated out of the apartment and flew myself all the way to MACUSA.

By the time I got there, it was completely empty with only a handful of people walking around. As I walked through the hallways I then heard a voice call out my name. When I turned around I saw that it was my sister’s boss Mr. Abernathy.

“Oh hi Mr. Abernathy, so sorry to come in so early but I was wondering do you know where either of my sisters are at?”

“I’m not sure about Goldstein but Queenie she’s downstairs preparing coffee for the council meeting downstairs, is there a problem?”

“Yeah it’s—it’s a lady problem. And I would really like one of my sisters to come home and help me out”. At that statement he backed off and let me go my way and I thanked him. I walked on as if I had only one destination to get to then when no one was looking, I apparated towards Mr. Graves’ office.

Once I got there, I took out my wand and pointed it at his door and whispered.

“Alohamora” but it didn’t work. I then ran through my head all the unlocking spells that I knew and tried “Aberto” again that didn’t work. “Oh come on (y/n) think!” I began running through my head again one last time I then came to a spell Danielle once taught me an unlock spell that is so obvious that most people wouldn’t remember it. I then took a deep breath and pointed my wand at the lock and whispered “Sesamius Opus” at that I heard his door open. “Thank you Dani”. I then went inside Mr. Graves’ office.

I looked around for whatever spell or potion was used for Grindelwald’s disguise but couldn’t find anything. I was so focused in trying to find whatever it was that helped Grindelwald with his disguise that I was completely unaware that the devil himself was right behind me.

When I turned around and saw “Mr. Graves” standing there, I quickly took out my wand but before I could even get one syllable out of my mouth, he used his wand to fire my wand out of my hand leaving me defenseless. He then fire a shot right at my stomach sending me towards the wall and soon I felt his hand around my throat.

“What are you doing in here child? This section is strictly forbidden”.

“I know….who you are”. At that statement he sighed deeply and said.

“Much like your sister, always turning up where you’re not needed. What gave me away?” I remained silent not wanting to tell him anything. I felt his grip tighten around my throat cutting off my airway even more than before. “Answer me and I will let you walk with only your mind obliviated of this encounter”. I choked out but managed to somehow get enough spit into my mouth before spitting right in his face.He glared at me with soulless dark eyes and the next thing I knew I saw blackness.

When I awoke I found myself in a pure white room chained up to a levitating chair. I saw what looked like a sea of potion surrounding me.

“You are indeed the more interesting out of your sisters Ms. Goldstein.” I looked up to see Grindelwald himself standing before me. “Top of your classes in all years at Ilvermory, especially in the dark arts and potions. Your professors even praise you for your talents, you could be a great witch one day. Maybe even more. Now answer my one question, how did you see through my disguise?” Even though I was scared to death at seeing the infamous dark wizard before me, I refused to allow him to see me fear. So I kept quiet.

“Crucio” I then felt a surge of agonizing pain come through me as I held in my screams and panted heavily. “I grow tired of your silence my dear, tell me how you managed to see through my disguise and I’ll let you and your family go”.

“Drop….dead” I panted.

“Not what I was looking for, Crucio”. I felt the same pain go through my again. I kept hearing him whisper Crucio again and again and again never once refraining. He didn’t care that I was just a child, he was willing to watch me suffer and he didn’t even care if I would die or not.

I kept screaming in agony as I couldn’t take the pain any longer until I finally answered him.

“I HAVE FORESIGHT! I have foresight….I have foresight” I sobbed out.

It’s true. Like my sister Queenie who was a Legilimens, I was gifted foresight when I was around 8 years old. They don’t happen much and only through dreams do I get them. I haven’t really had one in years when I saw myself traveling the world with someone. Back then I was still learning to control my powers so I never did see who it was that I would one day travel with, but that’s what’s pushed me to getting the International research spot in MACUSA.

“Foresight, I never thought I’d see one so young. And if you were able to see past my spell, as I stated earlier Ms. Goldstein you must be very powerful for your age, and could be even more. Join me, imagine what kind of power you could obtain, what you could create. See a new world where Wizards rule and the muggles live under our reign”.

“Psychopath!” I panted out. His eyes narrowed then Grindelwald shifted back into Mr. Graves and he said in Graves’ voice.

“Very well then, Ms. (Y/n) Goldstein you are hereby guilt of trespassing and assaulting an Auror. You are thereby sentenced to death and your sisters will receive the same sentence”.

“No….no please th-they didn’t……”

“Shhh” he the pointed his wand at the chair and I was now being lowered towards the death potion. I let out weak sobs as I saw three people in white coats now come in to watch me be executed. I threw my head back silently praying for someone to help me and that’s when I heard the door slam open and what sounded like a fight came out.

My vision was blurry but I swore I thought I saw a flash of blue fighting off the three executioners.

“(Y/n)!” I opened my eyes trying to focus my vision and it was there I saw standing before me was Mr. Scamander.

“Mr. Scamander?” I stated out.

“Hang on I’ll get you out of there”. He then pointed his wand which unlocked me from my chains but before he could do another spell I tried to tell him.

“Mr. Scamander behind you!” He was then suddenly punched by the male executioner and the two of them began to try to over-power the other. Newt then cleverly kicked the male’s shin inward and release some kind of bat-like greenish-blue creature and it flew around until it tackled the man down which forced his wand into the death potion making it sizzle like boiling water and raise it up higher towards me.

I whimpered and tried to stand up but I could only curl myself up into the chair.

“Mr. Scamander!” I cried out.

“Now, now don’t panic everything’s gonna be just fine. Now listen to me (y/n). I need you to jump towards me”.

“I—I can’t…..He used the Crucio spell on me”.

“Alright, alright”. He then made some sort of hissing sound at the creature and soon it began to change its flying pattern and circle under and then over me. “Jump”. I looked to him and then at the creature flying over me and I said.

“You’re insane”.

“Jump on him (y/n). Don’t worry I’ve got you”. As I saw myself now beginning to be encaged by the death potion, I tried to stand up but every muscle in my body refused to obey me, plus I was deathly scared. What if I didn’t make it? What if he didn’t grab me in time? What if I died today?

“I—I can’t…..I’m scared. I won’t make it, I can’t make it Newt I—”

“Hey, hey (y/n). Look at me, okay I need you to look at nothing but me right now, can you do that for me?” Tears filled my eyes as I looked up at him and he told me. “I’ll catch you. I swear to you (y/n), I swear on my life that I won’t let you die. I promise I’ll catch you. I’ve got you (y/n)”. Looking into his blue-green eyes filled me with some warmth and I knew that I could trust him, even after just meeting him today.

I nodded telling him that I believed him. And no matter how much my muscles were screaming at me, I began to slowly stand up just enough so that I would be able to jump.

“That’s it, I’ve got you (y/n)….Go!” I then took my best leap and managed to land on the creature’s back before flying forwards and I fell into Newt’s arms. He then held his hand out and the creature turned into a cocoon in his hand and he said to me, “Hold on”. He then adjusted me so that I was being carried bridal style in his arms as I cried out in pain but he calmed me down by shushing me softly before taking off running.

Newt ran down the hallway with me still in his arms. He had me so adjusted in his arms that as he was running I wasn’t being jostled around. I then saw flashes of light heading straight for us as I knew the Aurors had been alerted of an escape and I heard the sound of the alarms going off. Newt hid us behind a pillar and released the creature out and it flew around knocking the Aurors. As Newt came out running he then stopped and I heard him say.

“Leave his brains come on! Come on!” The creature then obeyed as it took off flying again. As more Aurors came for us, the creature protected us by simply tackling them down to the ground. As Newt kept running I asked him.

“What was that thing?”

“Swooping Evil” he answered me.

“I gotta get me one of those”. I joked. Newt kept running on but soon stopped just as we were about to reach the exit and just when I was thinking we had been stopped by more Aurors or even worse Grindelwald himself, I was beyond relieved to see my sisters and Jacob standing before us. Queenie held Newt’s case while Tina had all their wands plus my own.

“Oh (y/n) thank Merlin you’re alive!” Tina stated as she came up to me and took me from Newt’s arms and she and Queenie both hugged me but I groaned in pain.

“She said she was attacked by the Crucio curse” Newt explained to them.

“What?!” my sisters exclaimed worriedly as they both looked over me. As Queenie turned her head she then gestured towards the suitcase as she still held it in her hands, “Get in” she stated firmly. One by one we all went into the case then Newt and Tina both helped me down into the suitcase. Newt carried me down the steps before handing me to Tina who was at the bottom of the steps and as I was transferred to my sister, I saw that I was in some kind of shed.

“Place her over here” I heard Newt’s voice say. I was then gently placed as I cried out in pain on a soft makeshift mattress. I felt Tina sit beside me stroking the hair away from my face.

“I thought we told you to stay home sweetie?”

“You—you needed to…..”

“Shhh don’t speak now” my eldest sister whispered. I then heard Newt’s voice say.

“Lift her head a bit, have her drink this. This should give her back some of her strength”. My head was then raised up and I felt something touch my lips and I felt a potion working its way down my throat softly. I swallowed it whole and once I was done, I felt myself growing very tired before I blacked out in exhaustion.

*3rd Person POV*

Tina dabbed her youngest sister’s head with a damp cloth and Newt said to her.

“That should do it, now all she needs is some rest”.

“What exactly is that Crucio thing that did this to her?” asked Jacob.

“It’s one of the three unforgivable curses. The three most powerful and dangerous spells that any witch or wizard can do. One is an instant kill, the other can control a person’s actions against their will, but the one (y/n) was submitted to tortures the victim beyond any levels. Think of it as someone taking a hot iron rod and touching it to your skin from the inside”. Tina explained. She turned back towards her sister and took a better look at her.

Her once vibrant skin was now ghostly pale, her eyes that were once filled with light were now sunken in and dark circles underneath her eyes. She couldn’t believe that someone in MACUSA knew the unforgivable curses and would do that to an innocent child.

“Here, for once she wakes up. This should give her some more strength and energy”. Jacob handed to Tina one of his grandmother’s desserts that he presented to the bank before all this mess started. Tina nodded in gratitude then she set the treat beside her sister then the two men left Tina alone with her sister.

*My POV*

When I woke up I found myself in a shed. I rubbed my eyes and when I opened them up I was staring face to umm….snout with some black, furry creature. It had a pink snout, black fur, webbed feet with claws and a stout tail. It sniffed at me before cuddling right back into me.

Normally someone would scream at seeing something just staring at them especially if they didn’t look like a normal animal, me on the other hand, I thought the creature was cute and it was friendly enough to cuddle with. I giggled and pet it when I heard the door to the shed open and Mr. Scamander came in saying.

“For the last time you pilfering pest, stay in your burrow and don’t go—Oh (y/n), how are you feeling?”

“Better, much better actually. Wh—where am I? Last thing I remember was being in MACUSA”.

“You were hit with one of the forgivable curses, luckily for you I managed to brew a potion strong enough to give you back some of your strength. Now I would suggest still getting some rest, you were barely able to stand when I got you out”.

“Oh yeah you—you saved me. Thank you Mr. Scamander, I owe you my life”.

“Oh please call me Newt, and there’s no need to thank me”.

“Yes there is Newt, if it hadn’t been for you I’d…..well I doubt I’d even be here”.

“Well I couldn’t just let you die could I?” I smiled then I turned my attention back to the creature in my lap and I asked him.

“And who is this little guy?”

“Oh that is my niffler. Terrible bugger he is, anything shiny and he’s off like a shot. Grummy little thief, I thought him wanting to come in here was because I must’ve left something shiny in here, but I guess he wanted to come and see you. Dougal was also wanting to see you, he always has that parental sense in wanting to care for things”.

“Dougal?” I questioned.

“Do—do you think you can walk? Try and stand up for me?” I slowly found my footing and tried to lift myself up. Wobbled the first few times but I managed to find my footing and proceeded to walk towards Newt. He held his arm out for me to take just in case I felt like falling so I went ahead and took it. “Now before we head out I must warn you advance, it is a bit much for first timers”. He then opened the door to the shed and the second we stepped out, it was like I was in a whole new world.

Multiple habitats like those no-maj zoos that I’ve always visited whenever I came home from school but without the cages surrounded the entire area. I was in awe and bewildered by the amount of space this suitcase had, it was truly bigger on the inside.

Dozens upon dozens of creatures were around roaming freely around their habitats but my attention was drawn to the magnificent Thunderbird to my left. I was in pure awe at seeing my Ilvermory house creature standing before me.

“Is—is that a—”

“Yes, he’s the reason I came to America. His name’s Frank, I found him in Egypt all chained up, I couldn’t leave him there so I rescued him, healed his wounds and brought him here to take him back to his home in the wilds of Arizona”. Soon a white furry creature with big golden eyes came up towards me and hopped onto my back and started stroking my hair. “This is Dougal, he’s a Demiguise, fundamentally peaceful most of the time but can give a nasty nip or two if provoked”.

“Hello Dougal” I reached up and stroked through his soft fur and he let out a purr like sound as he leaned in against my hand then he adjusted himself more until he clung to my back. Newt continued to show me around the case where I got to meet more of his creatures and he even introduced me to a creature I thought I had been seeing move around in his cloak at dinner earlier yesterday evening.

He told me that his name was Pickett the Bowtruckle and he has some attachment issues of not wanting to leave Newt’s side and join his branch (which is what a family of Bowtruckles is called). But if I’m completely honest, out of all the creatures I’ve met, I seem drawn to the niffler the most. The little guy even gave me one of his gold coins and Newt was surprised at that, telling me that he’s never shared his gold with anyone before, not even Newt.

“(Y/n)!” I heard two voices cry out my name and soon I saw my sisters running up towards me and I embraced them both.

“How are you feeling honey?” asked Queenie.

“Better than what I was earlier”.

“Why didn’t you stay home like we asked you to?” questioned Tina.

“I—I had a vision about Mr. Graves, guys….he’s not who he says he is”.

“Wh-what do you mean sweetheart?” asked Jacob.

“I mean that Mr. Graves never even existed. Not until he came to MACUSA, and how is it that he’s managed to rise faster in the ranks of Auror command than any other Auror who had worked for President Madam Picquery? Guys…..Mr. Graves is actually Gellert Grindelwald”. They all looked at me in shock except for Newt who might have had the same suspicions as I did.

“(Y/n) are you sure that he’s Grindelwald?”

“Teen, have my visions ever been wrong? Why would you doubt me now?”

“She’s right Tina, just from talking to him when we were being interrogated there was something about him that almost had a similar connection to Grindelwald’s belief. With all these attacks that have been happening that you’ve told me about, the obscurus. Grindelwald would seek a chance like that to expose us to the Muggle-world”. Newt backed me up.

Before we could continue on with our conversation, Frank suddenly went on the defense as thunder rumbled above us and he was flapping his wings almost anxiously.

“Danger, he senses danger”. Newt stated.

“(Y/n), you need to get home right now” stated Tina.

“What no I’m coming to help you guys!” I snapped at her.

“This isn’t a request. He already hurt you once, almost killed you I—I can’t let that happen again!” Tina choked. I walked up to her and embraced her and I said to her.

“I learned from the best witch on how to fight. Now that I know exactly who I’m dealing with and won’t fight blindly, I’ll only step in when I need to”. She looked at me skeptically but I stared back at her with strong eyes determined to not back down from my decision.

“Just stay close to either me or Newt okay?” I nodded then we all began formulating a plan to stop Grindelwald.

*Time skip to after the battle with Credence*

After Credence was destroyed by the Aurors and “Graves” tried to persuade the Aurors of their crime and how the supposed law to keep us save from the no-majs and asked them if it really protects us or them. At that moment Graves snapped and tried to kill Madam President Picquery but Newt used the Swooping evil to distract him and fired out some kinda of cocoon webbing to trap Graves where he stood as my sister used the Accio spell to bring Grave’s wand to her. As he turned to us with hatred in his eyes I said to President Picquery and the other Aurors.

“You all have been deceived. Mr. Graves was a fictional character created to hide his true form”. I then pointed my wand at him and made an R shape as I stated, “Revelio”. At that moment Graves began to breathe out harshly as his hair changed into the bleach blonde, the older face began to form as well as the mustache. As I circled before him there kneeling before the Aurors was Gellert Grindelwald himself.

“Do you think you can hold me?” He asked President Picquery.

“We’ll do our best, Mr. Grindelwald” she stated lowly. It was then two Aurors came up and took him into custody and walked him out of the subway. Newt came up to me and hid me from Grindelwald’s view as he stopped right in front of us. The dark wizard turned towards us and he said to Newt.

“Will we die, just a little?” His eyes then turned towards me and he smirked wickedly down at me before being lead up the stairs.

After he was taken into custody, in order to obliviate the entire city of New York, Newt suggested that by using the Swooping evil venom he could use Frank to create a thunderstorm and that should erase every no-majs memory of everything that happened tonight. Seeing Newt say goodbye to Frank was heartbreaking and I knew it had to be even harder for Newt.

I mean he told me he had basically helped raise Frank back up on his feet the moment he rescued him. To all of his creatures he saw them as his children and he vowed to protect every one of them, but now he had to let one of them go just like he was set off to do before all of this craziness started.

“(Y/n) come here please”. I heard Newt’s voice say to me. I was surprised to see both him and Frank looking at me. I turned towards my sisters and they both nodded at me to go on so I cautiously walked up and held out my hand and Frank brought his beak to my hand and I stroked through his feathers. “Seems he’s come to like you”.

“I wish I had more time to get to know the creature that represents my house. But I know this is for the best, like you said this is why you came to America in the first place. And you must be willing to let them go”.

“Indeed” I heard him say. After Frank was done nuzzling my chest he then let out a cry and turned towards Newt who said. “You know what you’ve got to do”. He then tossed a vile of the Swooping evil venom in the air and Frank caught it in his beak and took off flying high into the sky. I stared in awe watching him go higher and higher into the sky. Seeing him cause the sky to darken and thunder boom in the sky as well as lightning flash until finally a big boom was heard and rain began falling.

The Aurors then began to repair the damage of the battle while the no-majs went about their normal day as if nothing happened. Once everything was cleaned up, President Picquery ordered us that Jacob had to be obliviated because even one witness could cause trouble but she allowed us to say goodbye before she and the rest of the Aurors walked out of the subway.

At the top of the subway exit, we said our goodbyes to Jacob even though it was hard, especially for Queenie. She tried to convince that she would be willing to come with him and that she’d never find anyone like him. Even though he tried to brush it off, she assured him that there was only one like him. I then tried to stop him by whimpering out his name but he assured me.

“It’s okay kid, it’s okay. It’s just like waking up right?” Then without another moment’s hesitation, Jacob stepped out into the rain and allowed the potion to do its work. Queenie then used her wand to form an umbrella above her as she walked towards Jacob, stroked his face and gave him a kiss. I lowered my head sadly as tears fell down my face and I hugged Teen and she rubbed my back and stroked down my hair comfortingly.

Queenie then came back towards us and though we hate to, we apparated out of the subway and back to our apartment before Jacob could open his eyes.

The next few days I received the letter I knew I had been dreading. Ilvermory had caught wind of my use of reckless magic in MACUSA headquarters and for that I was expelled from Ilvermory and my scholarship into the International research has been revoked.

I sighed heavily then I heard Newt’s voice say.

“Something troubling you?”

“Yeah, I’ve been expelled from Ilvermory and my scholarship opportunity into the MACUSA Research team has been revoked. Even if Madam President could convince them to reinstate my scholarship I doubt there’s any way I’ll get back and finish my last year of school. And I doubt MACUSA will hired a student with an expulsion record”.

“Actually….there is another way you could see the world” he stated.

“And what is that if I may ask?” I asked.

“For a while now I’ve been thinking about hiring an apprentice. Someone who could keep an eye on me from over-working myself and helping me with my creatures. I’m always traveling the world discovering new things for my book and I would like an editor by my side at all times instead of waiting for weeks on end to hear a response back”.

“Are you—you’re offering me an internship?”

“Now it won’t pay much, but you’ll get to do what you’ve wanted to do your whole life. See different cultures, meet new people, and you’ll be my first young witch I educate on why Magical creatures should be protected instead of being hunted to extinction”. I smiled at him and he said, “Plus I think the niffler would miss you. He kinda likes you”. I laughed softly and hugged Newt and said to him.

“Thank you Newt, for everything”. He was tense at first but then he relaxed and embraced me back and said.

“You’re welcome”.

After a long talk between Newt, Tina and Queenie about his offer of hiring me as his apprentice, they agreed that the best thing for me right now especially after my expulsion would be to go with Newt to get some experience out there in the world.

So a few days later after setting up my passport and packing all my things up, Tina and Queenie came with Newt and I to the docks that would take us to Madrid, Spain and then from there the world was my oyster. After Tina and Newt said their goodbyes to each other, Queenie embraced me tightly and said as she rocked me.

“You have fun and listen to everything Newt tells you okay honey?”

“I will Queenie”.

“I’ll miss you baby sister”.

“Not as much as I’ll miss you big sister”. She kissed my cheek and hugged me one last time before I turned to Tina. She smiled and hugged me and said.

“You be sure to write to us as much as you can”.

“I will I promise Tina”. She kissed my forehead and stroked the hair out of my face before turning to Newt and said to him.

“You make sure to look after her for us”.

“You have my word, no harm will come to her under my watch”. The boat then let out a blow of its horn. “Come on (y/n), we better board or else they’ll leave without us”.

“Coming Newt”. My sisters smiled down at my proudly with tears in their eyes and we all got into one last sisterly group hug and they both kissed each of my cheeks then I followed behind my teacher and the two of us walked onboard the ship and as we took off, I waved by to my sisters and they waved back to me until New York was out of our sights. I sat myself beside my new mentor and he said,

“Ready to begin your teachings?”

“Indeed Professor Scamander” I joked making the two of us laugh then he took out his journal and ran through the basics with me.

#newt scamander x reader #newt scamander x teen reader #newt scamander fluff #fantastic beasts and where to find them #fbawtft fandom #fbawtft fanfiction #tina goldstein #queenie goldstein #jacob kowalski #sister goldstein

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floralseokjin · 6 years

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A series of hook ups with Kim Seokjin, the college’s biggest fuckboy…

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pairing; kim seokjin x reader genre/warnings; smut wordcount; 4,999

“What the fuck?”

Your shock filled the small bedroom before you could stop it. Echoing off the four walls, just as Kim Seokjin’s figure, sat hunched on the single bed, jumped comedically, a suspecting hand shooting out of his pants.

His eyes followed the sound, wide and startled, but when he saw you, he tried his best to compose himself. Although the flush blooming over his cheeks gave the game away a little. “Ever heard of knocking?” he shot, a little touchy.

“The door was ajar,” you bit back immediately. His attitude having no effect on you whatsoever.

“We’re at a party,” he deadpanned, pulling a face. “You could have walked in on anything.”

Your lips quirked up, now very amused. “Clearly.”

He immediately turned redder, dropping his gaze. “It’s not what it looks like.”

“And what does it look like?” Because from your point of view, it looked like you’d just walked in on him playing with himself.

He stuck out his chin, but still didn’t meet your eyes. “I’m not embarrassed.”

“Getting off with yourself at a party, never seen that before,” you muttered, trying not to laugh.

Maybe you were being too mean right now. But tonight, was just one of those nights. You wanted to go home and mope, but Yumi had other ideas, so until she was ready to leave too, you just wanted to be alone. This was not being alone. This was being confined in a stranger’s bedroom with the college’s biggest fuckboy. You mean, you could leave at any given moment, but that wasn’t the point…

“For your information, I was trying to get it down.”

This time you couldn’t help but burst into laughter. “Why, did you bump into a girl and couldn’t handle it?”

He scoffed, unamused. “No. Chantelle left me hanging.”

“She ditched you?!” This just got better and better. You could vaguely place the blonde haired, blue eyed girl. You were sure you shared a class with her.

“No.” He shut you down instantly, but he was flustered. Mr. Cool and Collected was definitely feeling the heat now. “Her friend needed her help,” he shrugged, and you fought back the urge to add a retort. You were definitely being too mean now. You didn’t know the guy, not really. All you had were your preconceived opinions, so maybe it was best to keep your judgement at bay.

To your surprise though, he began making conversation.

“Why are you here then?” Tone casual, you watched him idly, eyes flickering down to his hands as he tried to pull his jeans looser, probably trying to ease the pressure of his problem… This was so weird. You should probably just leave, but the alcohol in your system, however little, made you unwilling to listen.

“I’m avoiding my ex,” you shrugged, trying to sound calm, even though not ten minutes ago you had been fuming. Why were you telling Seokjin this though…?

“Any reason?” he asked, sounding casually interested.

“I just don’t want to see his face,” you snipped. No other reason needed.

“He’s the one who cheated on you, right?”

You froze. How did he know that? Up until now, you’d been under the impression that Seokjin had no clue who you were at all. Why would he? You’d never given him an ounce of your attention. But maybe he was more observant than you’d initially thought. Or maybe, just maybe, the entire campus knew your business.

“He is,” you replied, guard up.

“His loss,” Seokjin shrugged, and for a moment you were speechless. Maybe you’d gotten him all wrong? Him and his erection, but then, something hit you. He wasn’t being sweet at all, he was scouting. There was no doubt about it. He probably knew every name of every girl in this college’s vicinity. For vagina purposes only, of course.

“Oh, I see what’s going on here,” you exclaimed, sounding way too happy with yourself. You watched as his eyebrows furrowed together in confusion. He was good at playing dumb, you’d give him that. You snorted. “I’m not going to sleep with you.”

Instantly he looked bemused. “Did I even ask you?”

“Don’t give me that,” you rolled your eyes. He was so predictable. Unsuccessful with one hook up, so he’d try his hand with another.

He regarded you, thinking hard, before his face relaxed and he leaned back, resting on his palms casually. He smirked slightly. The action should have been infuriating, but it wasn’t. …What was happening?

“But really though,” he began, pausing for dramatic effect, “there’s nothing like a bigger fuck you than fucking someone else…”

“I’m over it already,” you dismissed, folding your arms across your chest. Which was a bad idea because it emphasised your cleavage. If he thought that line would work, it wouldn’t. You were over your ex, it had been so long now. It just still pissed you off seeing his face.

Seokjin shrugged, before grinning, a glint in his eyes that told you he was smug by nature. “Then there’s nothing like fucking for some fun. Come on, live a little.”

You wanted to scoff at his blatant desperateness, but for some reason you couldn’t. It wasn’t that his charms were working on you. You weren’t that stupid. It was just, well, it had been a while since you’d had sex, and here Seokjin was handing it to you on a plate. If you wanted it. You didn’t do one-night stands. Never had, but maybe that was your problem? Your relationships never worked out, so maybe casual sex was the answer. Or maybe you were a fool.

He wasn’t your first choice by any means, but he definitely wasn’t your last. Definitely unexpected though… You? Fucking Kim Seokjin? Laughable less than five minutes ago, but now here you were, side-eyeing his crotch… He wasn’t your type of guy, but then what did you know? Your ex was proof of that. So yeah, even if Seokjin’s personality seemed a little on the… repulsive side, he was still super-hot. You were shallow, so what?

With that in mind, you pushed the door closed behind you, the click sounding off the walls loudly. You turned around and slid the lock across, thankful it was there, but in the process sealing your fate. Spinning on your feet, Seokjin’s eyes were comically wide, his mouth gaping a little as you began to walk towards him. You could tell he hadn’t expected you to accept his offer, and on cue, he swallowed. “Okay, we’re doing this?”

You didn’t reply, but moved even closer, watching him widen his legs so you could step in between them. His bulge in his jeans looked more visible now. You raised a judgemental eyebrow, teasing him really. “Do I really wanna fuck you though? I suspect you have diseases.”

What was with you tonight? You’d never spoken two words to the guy before. Damn Yumi, for dragging you to this party.

Seokjin was not offended at all. Instead, he looked hopeful as he told you, “I have a condom in my pocket.”

You scoffed out a laugh. “You really have no shame, do you?” Somewhere deep down, you were almost impressed.

“None whatsoever,” he shook his head, but you didn’t miss the way he gulped a little, eyes raking down your body, landing on the hem of your skirt, and his gaze stayed there, burning a hole, as if he was desperate to see what was underneath.

Something stirred in your lower abdomen. It wasn’t foreign, but it was a misplaced reaction for such a crude action. But like you said, he was hot. You were only human. Even now, as you viewed him with distaste (most of it exaggerated by now), you couldn’t help but admire him; dark hair styled, a little forehead on show, his eyes almost sparkling, and you hated to say it, but pretty. His lips, thick and soft looking, and you just knew they’d feel so good against your –

“Fine,” you let out, louder than you’d intended, and his eyes bounced back to your face, wide and surprised once again. “But this is a onetime thing, and we tell no one about it.”

He rolled his eyes. “What do you take me for? I don’t kiss and tell.”

“Good. Remember, onetime thing, okay?”

“Absolutely,” he agreed. “I completely agree.” His eyes followed your body as you kneeled, rounding wide. “Oh, fuck.”

It was hushed, almost a breath, and you wasted no time, bringing your hands up to his zipper. He stretched his legs even wider. You had no idea why you were on your knees for him, pulling out his dick, when moments prior you’d been imagining him eating you out, but what could you say, you were a people pleaser? Or maybe you were just really curious about the legend that hid in his pants… Footlong subway, that was the rumour. And while not quite, it was definitely massive.

You almost felt daunted as you freed his cock, not even fully hard yet, but that all changed as soon as you wrapped your hand around the base of him, squeezing slightly as you gawped. He grew stiffer, veins obvious, and you couldn’t. Stop. Looking. Your stomach stirred again, heat beginning to burn between your legs.

“Big, right?” He smirked down at you, and even though he was right, you wanted to slap away all that arrogance. You wanted to shut him up.

Your mouth was wetter than usual when you engulfed him. Maybe you’d been salivating and hadn’t noticed? He was hot against your tongue, twitching when you ran the wet muscle along the underside of his cock. He liked that, a grunt catching in his throat as he continued to watch you, momentarily speechless. That was, until you took him deeper.

“Shit, feels so good,” he half moaned, fingers digging into his clothed thighs, as if he was too afraid to touch you. He wasn’t afraid to give orders though. “Keep going.”

You didn’t want to be told what to do, especially by him, but the way his voice was all breathy, you couldn’t help but listen, craving more of his reactions. His head fell back when you dragged him from your mouth, strands of saliva coating his dick, the cool air drying it, making him shiver, but his eyes stayed glued to your mouth as you took him again – much deeper, just how he wanted it.

You couldn’t take him all, but your fist did the rest of the work, running up and down as you suckled back up slowly, teasing him, making sure to keep eye contact. You wanted him to fall apart, if only just for a moment. You wanted him to know you had the upper hand here, if only for a second. And it seemed to work.

He inhaled sharply. “Fuck, your mouth looks so good stuffed with my cock.”

Lame dirty talk, but whatever, you had him, beginning to pant, so you resisted the urge to roll your eyes back into your skull. Drawing back, you sucked the tip loudly, watching his face scrunch up in pleasure. Instead of getting deeper again, you parted your mouth and let a dollop of spit fall slowly, dripping down the head of his cock.

“What the fuck,” he awed, hips jutting up involuntarily, and he couldn’t seem to tear his eyes from you. Ever so slowly, you dropped back down on his length, knees beginning to rub on the wooden floor – but you didn’t seem to care that much. You were having way too much fun watching him lose it.

“Shit, shit, shitttt,” he groaned, twisting under your hold as you bobbed your head up and down as quick as you could, as if he was trying to get free – as if it was too much for him, too much pleasure. You pulled off, letting his dick go, mild question on your face.

“Can we have sex too?” He asked, hopeful like some sort of big kid.

“Of course.” You rolled your eyes and stood up immediately. “I’m not running some fuckboy charity – I want to feel good too.” As if you would choose just to suck his dick.

“You will,” he nodded, backtracking a little, just to swell his own ego. “I mean, I’ll make you feel so fucking good.”

He looked immensely excited, failing to keep still as he watched your every move, wondering what you’d do next. Surprisingly, he hadn’t taken things into his own hands yet. You had no idea why. Was he scared of you? You doubted it, but the thought was hilarious enough.

“I’m not lying on my back for you,” you told him, just to clarify out loud.

There was no way you were letting Kim Seokjin fuck you in missionary. You’d already decided. You needed all the control you could get because you weren’t going to give him the satisfaction of seeing you spread out for him.

“O-kay,” he said slowly, perplexed for a moment, but he shrugged it off, sitting further up the bed, getting comfy it seemed. “You wanna ride this cock?” He raised an eyebrow, expression and voice lamely cocky now. He reached out, as if to coax you to him. “You might need a little bit of warming up–”

“I’m okay,” you interrupted. You needed this to be over. No one could know you were up here fucking him. Just imaging telling your best friend, sent a shiver up your spine. She wouldn’t let you live it down. Thank God she wasn’t here tonight.

So, no matter how much you maybe wanted to feel his fingers inside of you, or his…tongue, your pride stopped you. Quickly hooking your hand under your skirt, you grabbed the waistband of your underwear and tugged the material down. One leg, two legs, and then you threw them to the side, gaze meeting Seokjin’s.

“Shit,” he breathed, mouth agape, eyes unable to stop dropping to your crotch, as if he needed to see what was under the skirt. It was a vagina. He didn’t need to be so desperate about it. He’d seen many, you knew that for a fact.

You tilted your head, waiting for him to take some initiative and reach for that condom he had, but he was just sat there, watching you as if he was mesmerised. You cleared your throat, eyes widening as he finally looked up, forehead wrinkled in confusion. Your gaze travelled to his dick, still out, and still hard, wet with your saliva.

“Come on,” you prompted. “I don’t have all night.”

He finally got it, fumbling for his pocket as he tried to find the small foil packet in his wallet. He tore it open just as clumsily, and your own ego started to grow at that. “Are you sure you don’t want me to finger you? Uh, eat you out?” he asked almost awkwardly. “You might not be able to fit–”

“I can handle it,” you interrupted him. Yeah, his dick was big, but you were determined now. You didn’t want to prove him right. He just shrugged, moving to roll the condom on. You couldn’t tear your eyes away, admiring the way his hands wrapped around his cock as he pushed the latex down, locking it in place with a couple of tugs.

“If you say so,” he muttered, and that just pissed you off. You were a woman on a mission, not bothering to reply as you closed the distance between you.

You carefully straddled him, knees pressed into the mattress as your skirt bunched up. You knew you were already wet, you could feel it. Like you’d said, it had been a while, and your body was raring to go. Although, taking him in one go was probably a little too ambitious, right? Not that you listened to yourself.

With a deep breath, you prayed you could prove him wrong. You mean, you might split in half, but that was the price you’d pay just to see that smug smile wiped off his pretty little face. Speaking of Seokjin, he was watching you curiously, eyes bouncing around your body –

the little bit of cleavage that you had on show, back to your skirt, unfortunately for him, still covering your modesty, and then back to your face, wondering how you were going to pull this off. He hadn’t so much as touched you yet.

You steeled yourself and gripped his cock in your fist, hearing his breath catch in his throat, but you didn’t give him time to pull himself together. You lined up and plunged.

“Holy shit–!” he gasped, fingers digging into the bed sheets, his expression overwhelmed that you’d taken him whole. “Where have you been all my life?” he spluttered out.

You couldn’t reply even if you tried, too busy trying to fight through the burn as your insides squeezed around the sudden intrusion of Seokjin’s massive fucking cock. You tried your best to keep your expression neutral but had to give in and bite down on your lip. Your hands involuntarily squeezed his shoulders (equally as massive as his dick, by the way) and held back a squeak.

He must have noticed because he sounded quite concerned when he asked you, “Okay?”

It threw you for a moment, but you made sure to nod. Fuck him and his big dick, you were doing this. Heat rose to your face as you wiggled your hips, getting used to the feeling before braced yourself and started to move, starting slow by grinding on. him. When your walls squeezed him again you heard him groan, and for some reason the noise set you off.

Eagerly, you lifted your hips, pushing down on his cock, and moaning slightly as you felt the fresh stretch. It was beginning to feel really good as your body relaxed.

Seokjin watched your every reaction, caching the exact moment you started enjoying yourself. “Good?” he asked, his eyes suddenly darker.

You didn’t want to nod too keenly, so inside you dipped your chin quickly, letting out a small sound of acknowledgment. Besides, the way you moved your hips gave him the answer he was looking for. You moved faster, hearing yourself begin to squelch around his dick, greedily sucking him back inside each time you pulled away. You slammed down on him hard at one point and he hissed, hands reaching for your hips automatically but at the last second he hesitated. Then you realised… He’d kept his hands to the bed all this time. He really was afraid to touch you. It was cute in a weird way.

However, finally, he thought fuck it and clamped his (now sweaty) palms around your waist, your shirt rising up, holding you tight as he ever so noticeably began to thrust into you. You were done for, that had you moaning, and he loved it, his own breathy noises of pleasure leaving him too. You leaned forward, still gripping his shoulders, not really wanting to look at him. You had nothing against him, but the idea of looking him in the eyes wasn’t doing it for you. This was just sex after all.

Pretty good sex, too. It might have been because it had been so long, but at this point you didn’t care. Not when he starting to fuck into you harder, the slapping of your skin pornographic by now, as were your moans that you were trying to keep quiet.

“Fuck, feels so good,” he managed to say through his panting. “A-are you close?”

You stopped the snort that threatened to burst out of your nose. He felt good, yes, and he was hitting all the right spots, but it was definitely not going to make you cum any time soon. If at all. What did he think he was? Magic? You needed some clit action if he actually wanted to make you cum.

“Not really, no,” you admitted, feeling a little awkward for him.

His movements stalled for a moment, not expecting that answer. How many girls had faked an orgasm for him? You felt sorry for the guy. Then it hit you. What if he was the close one? You were almost impressed. He had the decency to want to get you off too. Yes, the bar was very low…

“Can I flip you then?” he suggested. Had he forgotten what you’d told him not ten minutes ago? “Please,” he almost begged. Then back to smug, “I’ll make you cum real good like that.”

You let out a shaky exhale, feeling yourself about to give in. You were getting tired now that you thought about it, and really, did it matter how you did it? You were having sex with him regardless.

“Fine.”

Bickering back and forth was a waste of time.

In the blink of an eye you found yourself on your back, not having time to even think about whose bed this was. Tomorrow you would regret it for sure, but for now it was pretty hard to think straight when you were bouncing against the mattress, Seokjin cheekily pulling up your skirt to reveal the one part of your body he so desperately wanted to see. You let him because his reaction delighted you, the groan slipping from his lips doing things to your insides. His warm hands clasped your hips, fingers grazing your ass, and you jutted your lower body up, teasing him.

“Fuck, oh fuck,” he murmured, voice breaking at the last word. “So fucking wet, look how pretty it is.”

You wanted to correct him. It was your vagina, part of your body, not an it, but then you felt his finger graze along your slit and you couldn’t stop the moan that left you. He liked that, repeating, watching eagerly for your reaction before he got impatient and shuffled back, pushing his jeans and boxer shorts lower. With one palm placed against the pillow, he leaned in and wrapped the other around his dick, pushing the head up against your entrance.

You braced yourself, his knees digging into the mattress as he pushed in, making it squeak a little. This time you took him easily, squeezing like you’d missed him. Beginning to knock his hips into yours powerfully, you couldn’t stop the way you moaned. His name even slipping past your lips as you clapped your hands down on his shoulders.

“Seokjin…!”

He immediately paused, lifting his head to tilt it to the side. “You know my name?” He sounded puzzled.

You felt panicked for no reason. Of course you knew his name. Everyone did. Also, what did he take you for? As if you would sleep with him without knowing what he was called!

“Why are you shocked,” you brushed off, wanting to sound casual, despite the way he was slowly grazing his cock inside of you, pace almost painful. “Fuck. Go faster.”

He liked that, mouth quirking up. “Gladly.” His face dropped again, which you were happy about. There had been too much eye contact right then. “You want it harder too?” he asked, half panting.

You moaned in response, feeling him already start to get a little rougher with his thrusts. You weren’t used to how big he was, so gradually each one started to hit you a little too deep. The line between pleasure and pain becoming a little blurred. You nudged his shoulder, voice breathy. “Not too much.”

He listened immediately, easing up. “Like that?” he asked, making sure.

You moaned again in response, rolling your hips to meet his. Sex with Seokjin was nothing like you would have imagined. He was so…diligent. Was that the right word? He didn’t seem to only care about himself, which was shocking to you, because you’d had quite a few boyfriends who did. If a guy you didn’t even know wanted to pleasure you, how come your ex never had?

It hit you then. You were having sex with Kim Seokjin. His (very big) dick was inside of you.

Who would have thought? This night had taken a surprising turn in events…

And the boy knew how to work what he was blessed with. You were impressed. But there was one thing missing… You needed him to touch you. Both hands were either side of your head by now, as he rutted into you, groaning in your ear, and your need for something extra made you fidget. “Shit, Seokjin. Touch me,” you urged, wriggling under him.

He lifted his head, gaze finding yours unsurely, but processing your request one hand slowly reached down to glide down your chest. He hovered over your left breast before cupping the soft flesh hidden by your shirt. His groping was light and delicate, fingers grazing across your nipple. He didn’t go any further. No shoving a hand up your shirt to feel your tit for real, and sadly no fingers travelling south, the one spot you wanted him the most.

How else did he expect to make you cum exactly?

Impatient, you decided to take matters into your own hands.

“Oh, fuck,” he groaned, when he followed your hand between your legs. You began to rub at yourself, relief becoming instant. “You’re going to make me cum if you do that.”

You admired his honesty – that, and it was pretty hot. “You better not cum before me,” you warned, watching as his face screwed up above you, trying not to watch your movements but failing miserably.

God, it was as if he’d never seen a girl touch herself before. Maybe he hadn’t…

He leaned closer, bed groaning, putting his back into each thrust now, but suddenly you felt a sharp pain.

“Ow, my hair!” you yelped, realising his palm was digging into the strands against the pillow. He turned to look at you, mouth parted, totally out of it. “You’re on my hair.” You spelled it out for him slowly, as if he was stupid, trying to tug away from him.

He finally realised, pulling back. “Oh shit, sorry!” he apologised, gripping your hip instead.

It felt good, and you held your breath, concentrating on his thrusts. The pleasure he was giving you and the pleasure you were giving yourself. Somewhere along the way you began watching him, no longer feeling awkward about it. The moans slipping from his throat almost sounded sweet – super pretty actually. And the way his face flushed red, his jaw tense as if he was trying really hard not to cum before you, made you feel funny.

You were getting turned on by the most random things. It was obvious it had been a while.

It was working though. Your body began to heat up, your thighs tightening as your clit throbbed under the pads of your fingers. You were –

“You’re?” he asked, as if on cue, a sigh of relief almost leaving him as you nodded quickly. He groaned your name. “I can feel you squeezing.”

Hearing him say your name was strange. He obviously knew who you were already, seeing as he knew you’d been cheated on, but still, it was funny to hear it. It was…too intimate. Not that you could piece together your thoughts properly. Not with the way your orgasm hit you like a ton of bricks.

Your whole body tensed up, your insides squeezing around Seokjin’s cock like no tomorrow as you cried out. You hadn’t cum this hard in months, and never with another guy before. You mean, technically you’d given yourself the orgasm, but his dick had definitely helped matters.

“Fuck,” Seokjin croaked, your release triggering his as his hips stuttered. His whole face scrunched up, his words blurring into one. “I’m gonna—yes-fuck-yes—!”

You moaned with him, holding onto his hips tightly, getting the most of that dick before it would leave you forever, because no sooner had he finished, he was pulling out and rolling off you. No messing around. He was a pro, go figure. His head landed next to yours, the bed only just big enough to fit you both side by side.

You made a point of not looking as he tugged the condom off, pulling your nose up in disgust, and instead you got your skirt down, covering yourself up. You stared up at the ceiling, images of the past twenty minutes or so still vivid in your mind. What the fuck. You wanted to burst out laughing, in disbelief at yourself.

You immediately did when you made accidental eye contact with him.

“What?” he asked, immediately looking self-conscience. He’d stopped panting by now and was in the process of zipping up his jeans. Something told you a girl had never laughed after having sex with him before.

“I just can’t believe we did that!”

He visibly relaxed, laughing along quietly, eyes crinkling up. “Yeah, it was sort of unexpected.” There was a beat of silence. He sounded awkward when he asked, “Um, so was it good?”

That set you off again, and he laughed along awkwardly, not sure what was happening.

“Yeah, it was good,” you confirmed. “But that’s all the compliments you’re getting.”

You sat up and he followed. “I wasn’t fishing for compliments,” he insisted. “I was checking to see if you were fine.”

“Pfft.”

“I was!”

“Okay, I believe you!”

He grumbled but changed the subject. “Okay, so who’s leaving first?”

“Me.” You stood up, ignoring how shaky your legs were. You gave him one last look, finding yourself giggling quietly now, remembering something. Were you giddy?!

“What now?” he sighed, cheeks growing red.

“Nothing,” you shook your head, before adding quickly, “Your face just looks funny when you cum, that’s all.”

The most offended sound left his mouth as you practically run off, but you didn’t give him a parting glance, on a mission to get as far away from him as possible. In the most nicest way possible, of course…

Written 2018. Reworked/Edited 2021. Please refrain from posting my work elsewhere. No translations allowed. © floralseokjin 2021

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harryandhishook · 6 years

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Daddy! - Harry x Gil (NSFW SMUT)

Pairing: Harry Hook x Gil

Setting: The Isle of the Lost

Warning: SMUT AND SWEARING

Summary: Gil calling Harry Daddy, leading to a lot of fun

Words: 1712

Requested: Anonymous - Hi, can you write a daddy kink!Gil calling Harry Daddy, with plenty of choking and biting? The harder the better. Kthnxbye.

Side note: I know I uploaded one last night and I’m uploading another quite quick but for some reason, I’m just having a massive burst of writing enthusiasm so, hope you guys are happy :D

Harry had always noticed how exhausted Gil become through the day, from the endless training, protecting their territory and being kicked out of the chip shop, Gil was constantly drained after a long day of anything. After the first few months of Gil being in the Crew, Harry didn’t bother with him but soon, Harry slowly started to feel … guilty, he slowly started giving Gil less and less things to do, taking over his jobs, now, he lets Gil sleep in his room so he has a better nights sleep. Uma obviously wasn’t okay with this but she eventually ignored it.

Tonight was no different, Gil shuffled into the room, slouching, bags under his eyes and shaking from the intensity of the training Uma had made him do. Once the door was closed, Harry stood, pulling him into the bed and wrapping him up warm,

“Gil, ye’re going to have to try and slow down on the training, take breaks, there’s only so much I can do for you” Harry explained, watching the poor boy snuggle into the blankets and look up at him, “Get some sleep, we have a fight tomorrow” he spoke, standing from the bed, grabbing his jacket to leave the room, a meek voice whispered in the silence of the room,

“Harry…” no response from Harry as he pulled his jacket on, grabbing his hook and headed to the door, Gil frowned and sat up a little, “D-Daddy?” he asked softly, wanting to get his attention, “Please don’t leave the room … I don’t like being on my own” he confessed. Harry stopped in his tracks and looked over his shoulders at the innocent looking boy in his bed, he smirked a little,

“But little one, I need to go, ye’ need to sleep” he ordered softly but didn’t move from the spot he was in, he turned to fully face the other boy in the room and tilted his head, “If ye’ can give me a good enough excuse to stay, then I’ll stay, if not …” he turned slowly, giving the impression that he was about to leave. Gil gasped, watching him with puppy dog eyes before slowly pulling off his jacket, throwing it to the side with any accessories that got in the way before pulling the shoulder from his shirt down, staring up at Harry with large eyes filled with innocence,

“Please Daddy, don’t go, I … I need you” Gil begged softly, biting his lip as he wrapped his arms around himself. Harry smirked as he walked smugly over to the bed, leaning down a little so his face was an inch away from Gils,

“Do ye’ you really want me Gil? Do ye’ need me, my little kitten?” he smirked, standing up slowly as he stared down at the blonde in his bed.

He wasn’t even able to get an answer as his trousers were unbuttoned in a flash and his dick out in Gils hands as the blonde stared up at him innocently. Gil bit his lip as he moved his hand up Harrys shaft, watching the reactions of the pirate before he quickened his pace, cock becoming really hard as he continued,

“Come on Kitten, you can d-do better than that for Daddy” Harry smirked, letting out a few breathy moans as he spoke, soon, Gil had leaned forward, tongue grazing over the tip of Harrys cock as he closed his eyes and took the tip into his wet mouth, causing Harry to let out a slightly loud moan, “F-Fuck, Gil”, with that reaction, Gils mouth took in more and more until he hit the back of his throat, gasping and pulling off, leaving a line of saliva from the tip to his mouth as he coughed a little, only making Harry chuckle, “Aww, am I too big for my little kittens mouth” he smirked. Gil pouted, opening his mouth again and taking Harry as far back as he could, moving his head quickly to shut him up, which did.

After a good few moments, the back of Gils hair was pulled, making Gil gasp and Harrys dick fall from his lips, his head was forced to look up as Harry used his other hand to pump his dick until the white liquid Gil had been craving, was being shot over Gils face, some landed in Gils mouth which he lapped up pretty quickly. Soon, once he was finished cumming, Harry let go of Gils hair, letting him clean himself up by wiping the cum with his fingers and licking it off, making Harrys dick twitch again,

“God Kitten, ye’ look so good right now” Harry moaned out, biting his lips as he watched him, he smirked and took a few steps back, “Strip” he demanded but Gil shook his head, giving a small playful smirk only causing Harry to become annoyed, “STRIP!” he growled out but he got nothing. Harrys fist clenched as he stormed forward, grabbing Gil by the throat, pulling him off the bed, turning him around and bending him over forcefully, “Ye’ know what happens when ye’ disobey ye’re Daddy, don’t ye’?” Gil gave a small shy nod but gasped as he felt his trousers being tugged down and the cold air touched his ass suddenly. Harrys hand raised up and slammed down onto Gils ass, causing the blonde to let out a little whiny moan, making Harry smirk as he does it again and again and again until after a few minutes and a large red mark across Gils ass, he finally stops, stepping back and looking at his work, “Now, are you going to listen to me Gil?” he asked, a little calmer, Gil nodded and looked over his shoulder,

“Yes Daddy, I promise, I’ll listen to you” he agreed as he stood up, slowly taking off his clothes until he was in nothing, just the necklace around his neck, “like this?” he asked, still facing away from Harry. The pirate stepped forward, smirking as he pressed up against Gils back,

“Good boy” he whispered in Gils ear, placing his hands on the blondes hips as he slowly started to hump his ass, “Now, is my little kitten going to behave?” he received a soft nod in response, “Good” Harry suddenly turned Gil around so they were facing each other, he stared into the other boys eyes as he quickly started to take his clothes off, dumping them onto the floor, “Now, let’s give this little kitten a treat” he whispered as he lowered Gil back onto the bed, standing in between his legs. Gil spread his legs as far as he could, raising his ass up,

“P-Please, take me Daddy” Gil begged as he laid on the bed, watching Harry slowly stroke himself. The brunette leaned forward, taking the hand from his dick and shoving them into Gils mouth,

“Suck them kitten” he demanded, Gils tongue smothered the fingers, making sure they were coated before Harry pulled them out and down to Gils ass, “Now, relax for me love” he spoke softly as one of his fingers slipped inside of Gil making Gil gasp and close his eyes,

“D-Daddy” the blonde gasped out as he slowly moved his hips at the feeling, Harry chuckled and ever so slowly, pushed in another finger, getting an even louder raspy moan from the other boy,

“Ye’re still quite tight, love, anyone else would think ye’ were a virgin” Harry smirked before he slowly started spreading his fingers inside him, stretching him wider and wider until he was begging for more. Harry, being the tease he is, decided to slow down his movements and push in another finger as slow as he could possible move, watching Gils reactions as he moved bit onto his arm, trying to hide the desperate moans, “I’ll stop teasing” Harry chuckled as he started moving his fingers faster, watching Gil go from hiding his moans to scream Harrys name,

“Please, Daddy, j-just fuck me now” Gil screamed, begging as he thrust his hips onto Harrys fingers. A slight whine escaped the blondes lips as Harry removed the fingers from his ass, “D-Daddy?” he asked, whimpering a little from the loss until his eyes widened and he gasped out, the fingers were almost instantly replaced by Harrys thick cock. Harry smirked as he filled Gil completely,

“Is that what you wanted kitten?” he asked, watching his bottoms reaction, Gil had his eyes clenched shut and his mouth wide open as he let out moans of pleasure, “ye’ want more?” Harry asked, getting a quick nod from Gil. The pirate obliged, gripping Gils legs tightly as he started to move quickly, pounding into Gil, grunting and moaning while Gil screamed and cried out. Harry smirked, reaching forward with one hand, wrapping it around the blondes neck, “Ye’ need to learn how to be quiet kitten” he smirked as he pressed onto Gils neck, causing Gil to gasp out and slowly turn a little red, the look on his face was pure ecstasy. Harry watched the boy under him, thrusting harder and harder, growing a little tired but holding out just to watch the expression on his face. He bit down onto the blondes’ thigh, wanting to make the boy fall over the edge.

With the choking, biting and pure tightness of himself, Gil almost screamed out as he came, his orgasm taking over his body as he coated himself with his cum, Harry let go of Gils neck, causing the blonde to take in a long breath as he pounded into him as much as he could before he finally let himself go, filling Gil with all his juice, his thrusts slowed down and his bite slowly became looser as he calmed himself down.

Soon, both Harry and Gil were laid on the bed, panting and exhausted, staring at each other, both of them sticky and both of them completely spent, “Now, are you going to go to sleep kitten?” Harry asked, smiling as he reached to the end of his bed, grabbing a cloth and wiping them both down,

“Yes Daddy” Gil smiled, letting Harry finish up before snuggling up to him and falling asleep, his Daddy always knew what to do.

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