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Chapter 8: ...Your Ivy Grows...

Synopsis: A fic based off the song “ivy” by Taylor Swift. After a startling introduction to the man, Arthur Morgan became the most important part of your life. Married at a young age to an older, wealthy man to help your family, you were trapped in a loveless marriage, your only sense of escape with the rugged cowboy. Will you be able to keep your affair hidden, or will your husband find out, and destroy the last thing that made you happy? Tags: Fluff, Angst, Smut, Strangers To Lovers, Infidelity, Fem!Reader, She/Her Pronouns Used For Reader, Period Typical Misogyny, Emotional Manipulative Relationship (not with Arthur), Mostly Follows Timeline of Game, High Honor Arthur Morgan, Not Beta Read, Slow Burn, First Kiss, Arthur Is Bad At Emotions, Confessions, First Time Together, Cunnilingus, Missionary, Doggy Style, Tags Updated Per Chapter Author's Note: this chapter is just smut. hope you all enjoy! also, this chapter marks the over half-way point of the series! thank you so much for the continued support! <3 aslo idk if anyone else has had this issue but when you reach 100 pages on a google doc grammar correct stops working? i literally have to break this story up into two docs lmao Taglist: @lokiofasgard12 @ultraporcelainpig @that-one-beannnn @morethantheycansay @nn-hh192 Chapter List

Even though Arthur pledged to take his time with you, you could tell that he was using every bit of restraint in him to keep from taking you right there. His fingers were tight on your thigh, tight enough to leave marks, yet you found that you couldn’t complain. How could you, when all you could say was his name as soft pants and moans?

His lips were unrelenting in their exploration of your neck and shoulders, like he was trying to memorize the shape of your body by just kissing it. One of your hands carded into his dusty brown hair, and if your mind wasn’t so overwhelmed with just the feeling of him, you would’ve marveled at how soft it still was. Yet all that came to your mind was how wonderful his lips felt, and how wonderful they would feel elsewhere. It made your head fall back again, barely noticing the impact of it against the wall, his hand no longer there to protect it.

No, the hand that had once been so reverently holding you had shifted south, lightly brushing over the side of your body. He just skirted the outline of your breasts through your nightgown, where you wanted, needed him to touch you. You must’ve made some noise of complaint when he continued down, because you felt his smirk again, lips pulling against the delicate skin of your neck. That damn smirk, you could picture it now, and that mischievous glint in his cerulean eyes.

You thought you had gotten your wish when you felt him grab a thin strap of your nightgown with his teeth, slowly dragging it down your shoulder. Goosebumps erupted across the skin when you felt the drag of his beard, the dainty strap tickling your skin where it hung loosely. You expected him to slide the other one off, but when his kisses lingered on the newly exposed skin and his hands remained planted on the lower part of your body, you decided to do it instead, your patience from a few moments prior no longer existing.

With one hand still in his hair, you began to try to bring it down, but you were stopped before it could even budge an inch. Arthur had somehow been able to tell what you were doing, despite being fully enraptured with caressing your body, and had pinned your hand to the wall above you. His hand no longer held your thigh, but you still kept a leg hooked around his body, keeping him as close as you could. A started noise had left you, which turned into a light moan, his actions making you crave more.

But even though he had stopped you, you weren’t going to give up that easily. “Arthur,” you whined out, giving him the best pleading eyes you could, hoping that he would take pity on you. “Undress me,” you uttered, for what you now realized to be the first time in your life; you’d never had the desire to do so before.

Arthur paused for a moment before raising his head enough so that his lips were just hovering over yours. Yet no matter how much you strained, no matter how much you reached, you couldn’t connect them. “I did say I was takin’ my time with ya, did I not?”

Damn him and his unwavering resolve to torture you. “You did, but-”

His lips finally connecting with yours silenced you, your words trailing off into a mumble. He pulled away much too quickly for your liking, and you tried to voice your displeasure, but another short kiss stopped you. “I ain’t goin’ back on my word. I’ve waited so damn long to have you like this; I’m savorin’ ya for as long as I can.”

If only he knew that you felt the exact opposite. He ghosted over your lips before landing at your jaw, right below his ear. His voice was low and husky right in your ear, and it was both the feeling and the words he spoke that left you shuddering. “Trust me when I say this ain’t endin’ without that beautiful body of yours completely uncovered.”

You felt your cheeks warm at his compliment. “You ain’t ever seen my body,” you tried to deflect his words.

“I ain’t gotta see it to know.” He bit at your earlobe. “Now, you gonna be patient?” His fingers gently squeezed the wrist he held above your body.

Wordlessly, you nodded. As much as you would’ve loved to have him keep you restrained, the angle was starting to get uncomfortable. When he let go, you chose to rest it on his shoulder, and you could feel the way his muscles flexed as he moved again. Lips returned to your bare right shoulder, and they began to trail down your arm, all the way down to your fingers. It was a strange feeling, but you were loving it. Never before had someone treated your body so carefully, like you were the most precious thing they’ve ever held.

But here Arthur was, kissing your skin like it was made of gold, like you were a gift sent down from the Gods. As much as you longed to hear those three words from his mouth, you certainly felt like he was showing you that he did indeed love you, just like you requested, and you felt your heart soar.

After reaching your fingers, you felt him caress the kiss-adorned skin with a calloused hand, something like awe across his features. When you grew bashful under his gaze, your head turning away, you saw him look up out of the corner of your eye. “What?” He asked, coming out almost like a breathy laugh. “Look at me, darlin’.”

Swallowing, you forced your gaze back onto him, your face burning when he still had that same awestruck expression. “I won’t be able to if you keep lookin’ at me like that.”

Intrigued, he dragged his hand back up your arm, resting against the side of your neck. As much as you wanted to look away, you forced yourself to keep your attention on him. “Like what?” He didn’t give you a chance to answer. “Like you’re the most incredible thing I’ve ever seen? Like I’m the luckiest bastard, who damn well doesn’t deserve ya, someone as kind and breathtaking and good as you? Like I want to spend every moment with you, holdin’ you, touchin’ you, purely and utterly devoted to you?”

Arthur shook his head, a small laugh leaving him. “Nah, I can’t stop lookin’ at you like that, darlin’. I refuse to stop lookin’ at you like that. So, you,” his hand was now cupping the side of your face, thumb brushing over your lips, “are just gonna have to accept it.”

You had no response to his words, drawing up a blank in your mind, and his touches certainly weren’t helping. God, you fucking loved him so much.

When his mouth crashed into yours, you realized that you had said that out loud, but you didn’t care. Relief coursed through your body when you felt him finally tug the other strap down, a little more forceful than necessary. It was subtle, but the strings of his restraint had begun to fray.

When he pulled away, you felt him begin a similar trail down your left arm, and you let yourself just get lost in the sensations. It differed when he got to your hand, your fingers more specifically. You heard his breath hitch, and you glanced down at him, confused.

“You haven’t put it back on,” he muttered, and it took a few moments for you to realize that he was talking about your ring. You knew it was risky, keeping it off when Hans could be home at literally any time, but you couldn’t bring yourself to put it back on during the past couple of weeks.

“No,” you whispered, “because there’s only one person my heart belongs to, and it certainly ain’t the man who gave me that ring.”

An almost pained noise left Arthur, and you thought something was truly wrong until his eyes bore into yours. The once awestruck, loving look was now replaced with some more primal, more hungry, and you sucked in a gasp. His body was almost instantly pressed into yours, crowding you up against the wall. His mouth was attacking your neck, sucking and biting, leaving marks that would darken by morning. If you had any rational thought left in you, you would’ve made sure he kept his marks somewhere you could easily hide them, but you had none left.

“Say it again,” he groaned into your skin.

“My heart is yours, Arthur.” You don’t think you’ve ever uttered truer words before.

“Mine…” he breathed out, like he was trying to convince himself that it was true.

“I’m yours.”

He moaned at that, his breath fanning across your skin. “Mine,” he repeated with more certainty, unyielding still with his ministrations.

You never thought that you would ever like anyone having a claim to you, even more so when you got married to Hans. But you realized that you didn’t mind because unlike the marriage it was mutual. Arthur was yours as much as you were his.

“Yours.”

It seemed like that was the last thing you needed to say before his restraint snapped.

You were startled when you felt the ground no longer beneath your foot that was still against the ground, Arthur picking you up with ease with two hands beneath your thighs. Your other leg joined in wrapping around his body, your hands grappling for purchase across the broad expanse of his shoulders. He wasted no time, heading straight up the staircase to where he knew your room to be. His footsteps were surprisingly quiet, and you realized that he still remembered your rule of no shoes in the house, and you somehow fell even more in love with him for heeding what you said, no matter how small or insignificant it was.

It was hard to kiss him because of all the jostling of climbing upstairs, but you tried anyway. You almost immediately tore away when you accidentally bit down hard on his bottom lip from all the movement, but it quickly died in your throat at the somehow even hungrier look Arthur shot you. “Darlin’ we ain’t gonna make it to the bed if ya do things like that,” he spoke after his grip on you faltered slightly, but you were clinging on to him too tightly to really tell.

“Is that a promise?” You teased.

Arthur barked out a small laugh at that, his eyes crinkling. “The stairs ain’t gonna be the most comfortable place, but if you insist…” He made a show of bending over slowly, trying to deposit you onto the wooden stairs. You immediately made a noise of protest, and Arthur straightened back up, laughing yet again. “Is that a no, then?”

“It’s a no. But maybe next time,” you giggled.

“Next time,” he echoed, and you could barely detect the small amount of disbelief in his voice.

He had reached the top of the stairs now, passing the first door to Hans’ office. As you passed, a thought filled your mind that got your heart racing even more, biting back a moan. You pictured yourself laying back on the desk, Arthur’s face between your legs, your cries muffled with-

The familiar surroundings of your room tore you from your thoughts, and a shaky breath left you. You missed the look that Arthur gave you, fully aware of the kinds of images that had just flashed through your mind. But he didn’t say anything, merely tucking them away into his mind for a later day. Like you said, there was always a next time.

Arthur set you on the side of the bed, standing in between your legs, You had to strain your neck to look up at him, and you followed him as he sank to his knees before you. If it didn’t look like he was worshiping you earlier, it certainly looked like it now. Awe was back on his features, eye wide, letting out soft, pleased sighs as he took you in. Moonlight spilled in from behind you, casting you in a cool white light, your shadow cast over him.

Even though there was a rug, you knew that how he was sitting was probably not the most comfortable, and you tried to usher him to the bed. Arthur just shook his head, pressing a grateful kiss to the back of your hand. “In a moment, darlin’,” he reassured.

You shivered when you felt his hands on your thighs, skirting up the sides of your body slowly, methodically. It seemed like the small walk had calmed him some, his interest in slowly driving you insane returning. Warm hands grazed the undersides of your breasts, before grazing against your perked nipples that poked through the thin material of the nightgown. It made you jolt, earning a low chuckle from the man.

You gasped when he did it again, your body pressing into his large hands. “Arthur,” you sighed out, and he hummed in response, engrossed in the way you reacted to him touching you. Every brush of his fingers, every gentle squeeze, shot another jolt through your body, arousal coiling in your lower body.

Your body was growing incredibly warm, and even though the material of the gown was light, it still felt like you were wearing a winter jacket in the desert. But you didn’t make a move to take it off yourself. “Undress me?” You tried again, this time phrasing it like a question.

“You sure, darlin’?”

You were touched by his consideration, but you were almost growing desperate at this point. “Please, Arthur.”

Arthur took a second to judge the validity of your response before a soft smile spread on his face. He toyed at the hem of your nightgown, which had ridden up to your upper thighs. “I suppose I can arrange that.” You were barely able to lift your hips before Arthur was tearing your nightgown off over your head, tossing it beside him.

In just your undergarments, you watched as Arthur slowly took in your exposed body, the same look on his face that he had downstairs. “How did I get so damn lucky?” His hands joined in the exploration of your body, pulling out small noises from you. “My beautiful girl.”

His hands felt so much better when there wasn’t a barrier of fabric between them, you realized when he returned to your breasts. Despite the roughness of his skin, he was still gentle with his touches, and the juxtaposition made your head spin. It was hard to remember the fact that this was a rough, grizzled man, who had seen the worst the world had to offer, yet regarded you so carefully.

Your hand reacquainted itself with his hair when his mouth latched onto one of your nipples, his fingers playing with the other. Teeth grazed against the sensitive bud, making your hips jump from where you sat on the bed, a cry of his name leaving your lips. Fingers tightened in his hair, and Arthur groaned. His mouth was still pulling pleasure from your breasts, and the noise he made just added to the stimulation, the low timbre rolling through your body.

After a few moments of lavishing your breasts with attention, he was descending even further, lips barely leaving your body, leaving a trail of hickeys in his wake. When he stopped right above the ribbon that held your undergarments, he brought his gaze up to you, a silent question in his eyes, a stifled gasp leaving you when you realized what he was asking for. You’d heard stories, tales of lovers going down on their partners, bringing them pleasure with their mouths. You’d always just shake your head, not believing that someone would want to do that; it was one-sided satisfaction, in your mind.

But his gaze held nothing but pure want, like he needed to do this, craved it more than any fine liquor. It made you evaluate how one-sided the satisfaction might be. You hadn't realized you’d been silent for an extended period until Arthur’s voice pulled you from your mind. “Please, darlin’.”

Oh, you liked that. Another gasp left you, this one less stifled than the previous, and you felt something throb between your legs. Arthur picked up on your reaction, realization making him grin, eager to see you squirm. “Please, lemme taste ya,” he pitched his voice even lower. “I wanna feel ya cum on my face, darlin’. I wanna feel you soak-”

He was cut off by a sharp pull on his hair, yanking his head back, your other hand covering his mouth. Your cheeks were blazing, embarrassed beyond belief, but you’d be a liar if you said his words weren’t doing something to you. Any more, though, and you would explode. “You have a dirty mouth, Arthur Morgan.” You prayed that your voice didn’t sound too airy.

A light nip at your hand made you pull away, shooting a disingenuous glare at him. “You love it, darlin’.”

How right he was. If his hands inched any further downward, he’d be able to feel the effect he was having on you. You rolled your eyes but didn’t offer any rebuttal. You felt him run his fingers beneath the ribbon, eliciting a shiver through your body. “Can I?” He asked, still waiting for your answer.

You had just gotten out a quiet yes before a hand pushed you down to the bed, gentle yet commanding. Arthur spread your legs, groaning appreciatively at the sight before him. There wasn’t any shock on his features as he took in the darkened patch on your undergarments; he knew exactly what he did to you. He quickly undid the ribbon, then yanked the garment down your legs, letting it dangle precariously off one of your feet.

Neither of you cared, Arthur especially, his eyes locked onto your glistening cunt. Holding the insides of your thighs, he kept your legs open, rubbing soothingly into the skin as he made his way closer. Anticipation made you shake, and you could feel your heart pounding in your chest, rising in pace when his breath ghosted over you.

Both of you let out sighs when his mouth made contact, your body jumping at the foreign contact. Sensations you’d never felt before invaded your body, almost too many for you to keep track of. His beard prickled against the highly sensitive skin, a complete difference from the soft glide of his tongue through you. You barely even saw the way his eyes rolled back, completely taken in by the way you tasted.

You whined out his name as he did it again, and his eyes glanced up at you between your legs. It was an even better sight than anything you could've ever imagined, and you couldn’t help the slight mortification when you realized you said it aloud. It was the second time that night something had spilled from you that you hadn’t wished to reveal, and you debated just covering your mouth so that it wouldn’t happen again.

Even though you couldn’t see it, you just knew that he was smirking, his eyes crinkling at the corners. “You’ve thought of this before, darlin’?” He asked between passes of his tongue, pleasure building slowly in your core. But you could tell that he was very clearly avoiding your clit, his tongue always stopping or passing it, just to rile you up. And it was working.

“Arthur,” you whined, but you knew at this point trying to plead with him was an uphill battle.

“Have you thought of this before?” He asked again, and you realized that he wasn’t going to give what you wanted until you answered him.

“Yes,” you admitted, and even though your response was hardly louder than a whisper, it felt like you shouted it to the world. Of course, you’d imagined Arthur like this before, and so much more. It wasn’t often, either during the one time Hans had been intimate with you recently or during the lonely weeks by yourself. You’d imagine him as you slip a hand between your legs, softer and smaller than Arthur’s, but you always tried to not dwell on that fact.

He rewarded your response by finally making contact where you wanted him, a loud cry tumbling from your lips as he lapped at your clit. You fumbled at the bedsheets, trying to find something to grab onto that wasn’t his hair as he wracked your body with pleasure. “What’d ya think ‘bout?” His words were muffled, and it took you a few moments to form a coherent thought.

Apparently, you took too long, and you felt his attention move away from your clit, choosing to just pass around it instead. You loved and hated the way he was toying with you, leaving you a writhing mess beneath him. “I’ve- I’ve thought ‘bout this,” you vaguely gestured to where he was, and you sighed out when his tongue returned to the sensitive nerves. “I’ve thought ‘bout your fingers…” you had to take a moment, pleasure becoming overwhelming. “Imagined how they’d feel on me, in me…”

On cue, you felt his rough fingers brush against your folds, making you shudder. “I’ve thought ‘bout you bendin’ me over, takin’ me roughly, makin’ me scream.” You felt Arthur groan. But… but I also imagined you takin’ me gently, makin’ love to me, and I can’t… I can’t figure out which one I want more…”

“We’ll just have to try both then, darlin’.”

You opened your mouth, ready to say more, but you stopped. “Anythin’ else?” You heard him ask, and you damned him for having such acute observation skills.

“I’ve…” You couldn’t believe you were about to admit this to him. “Whenever he…” you didn’t even want to say his name, “you know, had me… I imagined it was you instead.”

You watched blue eyes widen. “You have?”

You couldn’t tell if he was disgusted by the fact, having gone still between your legs, but you were too nervous that you’d just royally fucked this all up to care. “I asked ya a question,” he muttered, pulling his head far enough away so you could see him better. Even still, you couldn’t read the expression on his face, and you ducked your head in shame.

“I have,” you whispered out.

“When?”

Of course, he had to ask that. That answer might put him off even more, but as you glanced back down at him, you found that you couldn’t without the truth. “Remember when you came over to the house for the first time? Durin’ the middle of the night?” You laughed bitterly. “I could barely look you in the eye, I felt so guilty.” And you still felt guilty, and it tore at your chest. “I’m sorry, Arthur-”

You tried to close your legs, his grip having gone lax, but as soon as he felt you move it was back. He yanked you closer to him, his mouth meeting you halfway, attacking your clit with precision. Short laps that had created a gradual and steady build of pleasure had been replaced for heavy, intense presses of his tongue, ruthless and unyielding. He was devouring you now, a complete switch up from the casual pace before, and you could do nothing but take it.

He wasn’t talking now, too concentrated on making you finish to do so. His name spilled from your lips, and you desperately gripped at the bedsheets, hips bucking and writhing. It didn’t take long for your orgasm to approach, having been edged on for so long. “Arthur, I’m… please,” you begged him not to cut you off this time, and you could’ve cried in relief when he didn’t.

With a loud final cry of his name that made you glad you lived in the middle of the woods, you came, your cunt clenching around nothing as waves of pleasure spasmed your body. The grip on the sheets turned vice-like as every nerve in your body was set alight, white-hot pleasure taking over all your senses. Arthur continued to pleasure you, the noises growing obscene, and you eventually had to pull him away, as it became too much.

His wish had certainly been fulfilled, his lower face and beard soaked with your release. His eyes were impossibly dark, panting wildly, and he almost looked animalistic. Slowly, you watched as he lowered one last time, eyes never leaving yours as he kissed your clit, a jolt of overstimulation hitting you at the contact.

Arthur stood now, hands bracing on either side of your hips as he stood. The first thing you noticed, besides his disheveled expression, was the substantial tent in the front of his pants, his cock straining against the denim. On shaky knees, you sat up, your arms bracing for support on his broad chest. Two arms wrapped around your body, hands resting on your back, keeping you pressed close to him. Leaning down, he kissed you, and you groaned when his tongue pressed into your mouth, tasting your release on him.

But you couldn’t ignore the way he pressed into you, and you managed to sneak a hand between your bodies, fingers running gently over him. He tore away from the kiss then, an airy noise that almost sounded like a chuckle leaving him. Smiling sweetly at him, you retracted your hand, only to start unbuttoning his shirt with thinly veiled desperation. Your hands were still shaking, which just made getting the little buttons undone an almost impossible task.

You felt him wrap his hands around your wrist, halting you. Gentle kisses were pressed against your hands before he set them beside you. His less-shaky hands quickly unbuttoned his shirt, your eyes greedily taking him in as the first bare expanse of his chest was exposed to you. As his shirt hit the ground, the sound it made barely covered up the noise you made when his upper half was exposed to you for the first time.

You knew he was a large man, but seeing him bare made the fact clear. Another fact that you quickly came to realize was that he was the most stunning man you’ve ever had the privilege to see. It had long been clear that he was a beautiful man, but you were quite literally staring at him with an open mouth, your heart feeling like it was going to burst out of your chest.

Scars littered his body, the most substantial one being on his shoulder. It looked like a freshly healed gunshot wound, which made your heart lurch. Smaller scars trailed down his body, mostly straight lines and a few jagged edges. A dusting of wiry, brown hair covered his entire body, and you didn’t bother to resist the urge to run your hands through it. It was softer than you expected, and you let your hands roam freely, loving the way that Arthur seemed to purr under your touch. It turned into a groan when you brushed over his nipples, finding pleasure in teasing him the way he had done to you.

“You’re so gorgeous, Arthur,” you cooed out, nails scratching lightly over his skin. It was his turn to shudder, to be turned to jelly because of your actions. Your name left his lips as a whine, and you couldn’t deny how incredible it made you feel. His abdominal muscles jumped when your fingers ghosted over them, his breath catching when you began to tug at his gunbelt. “Take this off?” You asked, resting your chin against his chest and looking up at him. “Please?”

He had already started taking it off as soon as you asked, but you knew that he’d love hearing the added please. And he did, his eyes rolling back as he groaned. It didn’t take long before he was setting the belt down on the ground, being gentle to not cause a misfire of the weapon.

He was less considerate with his regular belt, the accessory hitting the ground with a large clattering noise that made you jump. You grinned when you heard the sound of a zipper, and you worked your own hands down to help him ease off his pants, underwear included, down enough to free him. A hiss left his mouth as his cock was exposed to the air, and you dared to look down.

Even with the lack of light, you could tell that he was quite well-endowed. When you took him in hand, you were almost startled to find that you couldn’t wrap your hand around him, but pure desire blocked out those thoughts. You didn’t care if it hurt, you needed him now.

You stroked him a few times, pants of air escaping his lips, and his hips jolted when your thumb brushed over his tip. Precum coated the digit, and you brought it to your mouth. You made a show of cleaning it off, tongue running over the length of it before taking it into your mouth. Hollowing your cheeks, you groaned in approval as the salty tang hit your tastebuds.

Removing it from your mouth with a pop, you sat back on your heels, helping to work his garments down his thighs, before letting it drop and pool at his feet. As he kicked it away, you let your eyes roam unabashedly, finally having a perfect view of his thick legs, also adorned with a light covering of hair. Backing up further on the bed and adjusting so that your head lay against pillows, you raised an amused brow when Arthur just stood there, eyes also roaming your body shamelessly.

“Are you just gonna stand there all night?” You teased.

“If you want me to.” There was an honesty to his words that had you melting, but you just rolled your eyes instead.

“C’mere,” you laughed, holding out a hand. He took it, letting you pull him onto the bed. He was on top of you in seconds, lips attaching to your neck again, a hand running down your body. Your own hands were all over him, every new piece of skin becoming familiar. You could feel his cock brush against your stomach as he leaned above you, leaking onto your skin.

As much as you loved his attention, you were so close to getting what you wanted that you couldn’t wait any longer. “Arthur,” you gasped out, “I need you.”

“You have me, darlin’. It’s just… you sure you’re ready?” You expected to find a hint of arrogance in his voice, but you found none, just genuine concern.

“I’m ready.”

Arthur brushed his lips over yours, then rested his forehead against yours. That awestruck, almost disbelieving look was back as he situated himself between your legs. Before he could, you snuck a hand down, holding him gently at the base to help him ease into you. He nearly faltered right there, not expecting to feel your hand, and you just smiled as sweetly as you could at him.

You whined when you felt him begin to press into you, removing your hand so that you didn’t hurt him on accident. Instead, you gripped onto his shoulders, nails biting into the skin, which seemed to just spur Arthur on more. He was slow, almost tortuously slow as he eased into you, strained breaths hitting your face. He was all you could feel, the delicious stretch of him; you’ve never felt such a wonderful pain.

It felt like hours had passed before you felt Arthur’s hips press flush against yours. Your chest rose and fell rapidly like you’d just run for miles. He felt incredible, and you could tell that he felt similarly by the small groans he tried to stifle. He stayed still inside you for a moment, letting you adjust, which the rational part of your brain was grateful for. But you had long since been ready for him, and you desperately needed him to move.

Petting back his hair, you brought his attention to you. So many emotions flashed in his eyes as he regarded you, a soft smile gracing his lips. You’d think that right now he’d look the most tense, but you’d never seen him so relaxed. The furrow in his brow was long gone, the crinkles in his eyes from smiling, not from squinting worriedly.

“I love you, Arthur,” you found yourself saying again that night, and you swore his ears turned red.

He stammered out something in response, but you just shushed him gently, running a hand back through his hair. “You don’t gotta say it back. I just needed you to know.”

“Oh, I know, darlin’. Don’t you ever think otherwise.”

You just hummed in response, before wiggling your hips slightly. He got the message, slowly pulling himself out of you, leaving only the tip in. His eyes never once left you, gauging your reactions. All you could do was moan, too overwhelmed with the feeling of him to do anything else.

It didn’t take too long for him to build a slow rhythm, the rocking of his hips gentle. Even his touch was light as it danced over your skin, making you shiver. With each thrust in and out, your breasts moved with the motion, and eventually, Arthur just couldn’t resist the temptation. His lips were all over them as he continued to rock into you.

Your legs had locked around his waist, keeping his body as close to you as possible. You felt so full, hitting spots inside of you that you hadn’t even reached before. Every slow drag of his hips was magnificent, and you could feel the slow beginnings of another orgasm begin to form. It was long since reaching its completion, but you knew exactly what you needed to reach it faster.

Carding your fingers into his hair, you pressed your lips against his, this kiss sloppy and uncoordinated, but you did manage to snag his lip between your teeth. It gave you the reaction you wanted, his hips bucking into yours harshly, making you cry out with pleasure. “Arthur…” you tried to speak, but another roll of his hips made you moan, cutting you off.

“Darlin’, you feel so… God.”

“Arthur,” you tried again. “Faster, please.”

He didn’t have to be told twice. Praises tumbled from you as he picked up the pace, and you felt yourself building faster. Yet it wasn’t enough, and you finally just told him what you needed from him.

“I need you to fuck me, Arthur.”

If he was shocked by your words, he did a damn good job hiding it. He said your name, low, cautionary, making you shiver again. He continued the pace he was at, though, and your fingers tugged at his hair in mild frustration. “Darlin’, you-”

“Fuck me, Arthur.” You didn’t care that you sounded like you were whining. When he pulled out of you completely, you were confused, but it was quickly replaced by sheer arousal at the look on his face.

Like you weighed nothing, you were flipped over by Arthur, being manhandled by him turning you on a lot more than you thought it would. Now on your hands and knees, you didn’t even get to glance back at him before he was filling you again. His hands dug into the flesh of your hips as he pounded into you relentlessly, and you’re sure your voice would be hoarse later because of how loudly you were crying out.

With every thrust in, he hit something in you that made you see stars. “Is this what my girl wanted?” You heard him ask, panting lightly from exertion. “Am I fuckin’ you just like ya wanted?”

“God, Arthur, yes!” You could feel your release coming closer, faster than you anticipated.

“Is this what you imagined?” He leaned down close to your ear. “Is this what you imagined I’d do to you, instead of him?” He said the last word with so much venom, so much hatred. Jeasuly, you realized, looked good on him. But he didn’t need to know that Hans had never had you like this; you were enjoying his anger.

“Even better.” You admitted. “So much better.”

You groaned when you felt his hand sneak between your legs, rubbing at your clit with hard, short circles. “You feel even better than I imagined, darlin’.” His words hit you like a freight train, and you glanced back at him, shocked. “What, you thought you’re the only one with dirty thoughts?” His lips grazed your shoulderblades. “Oh, darlin’, I’ve been thinkin’ ‘bout this for longer than I care to admit.”

If you weren’t currently about to fall apart beneath him, you would’ve asked him to tell you more. But you couldn’t, and you felt the tension in you begin to shatter. “Arthur, I’m…”

“I’ll be right behind ya,” he groaned into your skin. “C’mon, darlin’, let me feel ya…” With a final thrust of his hips and press of his fingers, you came again, your arms shaking. It only took a few more thrusts for Arthur, especially because of the way your walls fluttered and clenched around him, and he quickly pulled out of you before spilling across your back.

Your arms finally gave out, collapsing face-first into the pillows. Pleasure coursed through your body, making your muscles buzz pleasantly. You felt the bed shift, and you whined at the lack of heart from Arthur. “I’ll be right back, darlin’. I promise,” he chuckled lightly.

True to his word, he was back within moments. You must’ve dozed off for a second, but you were woken up with a start when you felt a damp, warm washrag wipe at your skin. “S’just me,” he reassured, quickly cleaning your skin of his release.

When you heard him set it on the nightstand, you finally rolled over, glancing up at Arthur. After enhancing soft smiles, he leaned down and kissed you, which quickly turned from light grazing of lips to a heated kiss. When his tongue swiped at your bottom lip, you felt arousal begin to creep back into your system. The things this man did to you.

Still, much to his evident disappointment, you pulled him away. You saw the bags under his eyes, still as evident as they were a while ago. “Arthur,” you sighed, “you’re exhausted.”

He just shrugged, clearly not regarding his well-being. “I made ya a promise, darlin’,” he smirked. “Besides, I don’t think I could sleep if I wanted to.”

“But-”

His lips silenced you, and when he pulled away you glared lightly at him. “We’ll just sleep in late tomorrow, no?”

You sighed, but it was hard to remain adamant in your stance with the way he pleaded at you with his eyes. “I suppose-” His lips collided against yours, climbing on top of you, like he couldn’t bear to be away from you any longer. But what made you gasp was the feeling of his almost hard cock pressing against you, ready for another round.

The two of you didn’t go to bed until the light from the sunrise streamed into the room, tangled up in a mess of blankets and limbs.

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ships .. (ocarina of time/majora's mask) link/reader, (linked universe) time/reader.

content .. it's only natural you search for your nephew after he enters the lost woods on a dare. you can't have a problem with the hand dealt to you when the beast who gives you shelter is so kind.

warnings .. no beta, we die like the promise i made to finish this before the summer after my junior year ended (i started this in april, it's august). i didn't know where i was going with this after a certain point and i think that's obvious. reader uses she/her pronouns. large, legal age gap (reader is in her 30's - 40's, time is a few hundred years old). less of a fic and more snippets, but it's almost 7.5k+ words. i don't think i explicitly say which link it is, so i guess it's ambiguous? nephew is named because this would be a pain to write otherwise.

notes .. prompted (not inspired!!) by beauty and the beast, but also the batb fanfic i found after my friend showed my an nsfw ao3 tag account on twitter. beelzebub / lord of the flies from fear and hunger was a huge inspo for link / time's physical description but there is leeway for how he can be envisioned. he's still large as shit though lmao. the layout of the manor was this, only because i wouldn't be able to write this without knowing.

supposedly there's gonna be a second part. supposedly.

idk. i might hate this enough to just. not.

The Lost Woods wasn't as intimidating as everyone talked it up to be.

Yes, it felt like the trees moved when you turned your back to them, and, granted, there were a few mobs of monsters that could get the jump on you if you weren't paying attention, but you had managed to get away with a few scrapes the few times it had happened.

The only thing to keep you company was the howling winds that grew in intensity and your own thoughts that were sprawling into whatever corners they could reach, but that was fine. You'd gratefully take decades-old gossip from the next town over instead of the creeping paranoia of what was behind you.

Of course, you would willingly go through this, that, and whatever else one thousand times over if it meant finding your nephew— and to keep yourself from reprimanding yourself from reprimanding the teens that had dared him out into the woods, but that was another thing.

Along your investigation, you'd found a broken trail of breadcrumbs that led to nothing when you followed them. They were torn pieces of fabric from his clothes, just big enough to be noticeable but small enough to keep himself protected from the elements.

(You'll forever be thankful that a younger your drilled the idea into his head.)

You'd long since discovered calling his name was useless. The only thing you've managed to do was draw the attention of a few wandering stalfos dressed in clothes from centuries ago.

The ones that had managed to find weapons were always the most painful to deal with.

If your determination weren't so established, you would've lost your sanity within the first day.

Food and water were no issue, you were smart enough to pack more than a week's worth of both. There were non-perishable options and several choices for your nephew when you found him; he'd no doubt have his fair share of cravings after being lost for so long.

(Three days was an eternity to you.)

Just before the sun had reached its crest in the sky, you'd realized that there were more empty clearings than trees. Wildlife had become scarce as well.

Where deers and wolves previously ran abundant, birds and squirrels that ran from the smallest of noises replaced them.

The wind had calmed, at least. It no longer wanted to push and shove you in whatever direction it pleased or steal the bag full of items you brought along. You didn't have to hug your sweater to your chest in fear of it being ripped from your arms either.

Instead, it was still.

Admittedly, the clearing gives you more paranoia than anything else.

When your mind starts to wander to places you'd rather it not reach, you begin to hum a quiet tune to yourself— your nephew's favorite— and allow it to ground you.

You were here for a reason. You wouldn't leave until you found him. You'll be fine until you find him, and you'll find some way to live in the forest that refuses to let its inhabitants go peacefully.

It's hours later when you hear the first sound of life (or suspended death) that doesn't feel like a threat— though, in hindsight, you should've been smarter and more suspicious of it when you first heard it.

A high-pitched instrument repeats each croon you let out, eventually taking over and silencing you. You follow the tune without much of a thought. If it were some sort of elaborate trap to lure you in, you couldn't be mad at yourself if you fell for it.

Clusters of trees become less and less as you follow the instrument and its recreation of your nephew's song. You call his name and are met with nothing but the music (from an ocarina, you quickly recognize) growing louder as time passes.

To say you're shocked when a large and, admittedly, well-kept manor enters your field of view would be an understatement. It's covered in vines, invasive arrowroots, and spreading flowers, but looks lived in if the smoldering smoke slowly dissipating in the afternoon air was anything to go by.

You couldn't begin to imagine who lived inside before the woods took it over (or what lived in it now). The architecture says it predates the Hero split in four, but you doubted the inhabitants of the floating sky built something so elaborate when they returned to the surface.

Your eyes jump past the crumbling pillars and dilapidated statues to the half-glass double doors that seemed to open on their own.

The music was coming from inside the manor now.

Steeling your nerves and squaring your shoulders, your hand grips tight on the strap of your satchel as you walk up the stone stairs covered in moss. You have to hold onto the guardrail installed next to it just as tight. Looking down, you find the carvings of it sorely separating it from the older antiquity of the manor.

Taking in smaller details (for future escapes or weapons against whatever lived inside, you'd figure out later), you find that the small pools of water that came from the sides of the manor and ran and fell alongside the stairs you climbed held small clumps of straw-colored fur. Some caused the surrounding water to turn into a pink hue that reminded you of fairies you've seen in childrens' books.

(Your hand reaches into the satchel to make sure you brought all of your nephew's well-loved books as well as a novel or two for yourself.)

(You did, thankfully.)

There's a smell filled with musk that permeates the air the closer you get to the manor, thick with amber and ginger and it reminds you of the times you come across a pack of wolves during your childhood.

Upon entering the manor, you find it was strongest in the wing of the manor to your right. It took over almost the entirety of your senses, but it wasn't an unwelcome or overwhelming sensation. If you paid close enough attention, you could sense the homely feeling underneath the ferality of it.

You prayed you'd be able to tell when the beast returned; if it was gone in the first place.

You take close note of how the foyer wasn't truly a foyer with how it was filled with windows rather than walls that led to a courtyard and how the only way to enter the wings of the manor was the winded stairs that connected via the terrace.

You don't fail to notice how the wing coated in the musky scent is coated entirely in shadows despite all the sources of light.

You couldn't decide if you were thankful or filled with loathing at the idea of what roamed on that side of the manor.

It's a struggle to turn your eyes away from the darkened wing of the manor, but you do manage when the music picks up once more from the left wing. It's significantly brighter and doesn't fill you with a sense of dread as the right one does.

Trap be damned, your nephew was here, you knew it— you felt it.

Reaching the top of the stairs, you find that you're inside a parlor room that leads to three other pathways. One was a library, another was a dining room, and the last was a small hallway.

In any other situation, you'd explore some more. The supposed beast that possibly lived in the manor kept everything in better shape than what you'd expect— or hopefully it was the forest spirits that lived throughout the forest.

Hopefully, those same spirits kept your nephew safe.

You have to close your eyes to better determine where the music is coming from, the only thing you can hear beside it and your own breathing being the manor settling. Your ears guide you inside the hall and you find it branches into a corridor, a bathroom, and two bedrooms.

Common sense seems to leave you when you spot the back of your nephew's head. Your breath quickens as you watch him clap along with the ocarina, you force your eyes to keep their clarity when you hear him hum each note just as you remember.

"''ire," you call in a weaker voice than you intended or thought you had. The nickname he claimed he hated so much tumbled from your lips so easily as you rushed inside the room, one arm rushing to remove your satchel while the other reached out to almost check if he was real.

The Lost Woods were known for their tricks, after all.

When he turns to face you, he's scrambling over himself in the bed. You're able to see how he limps on his right ankle and knee, how the entirety of his limbs were wrapped in bandage wrap as though done by a child. There was no blood, so you hold off on checking him over.

(The bandages were stained, thankfully not with blood. It was mostly dust and grime.)

(You'd have to sanitize whatever was wrong.)

You meet him more than halfway when you catch the way he winces and hisses with each movement.

"Auntie— Auntie— Titi!" His voice is airy as he speaks, emotion causing his words to come out as chokes. His arms reciprocated the tight hug you had on him, forcibly keeping his arms from trembling due to either nerves or injuries. "Titi, Titi, Titi!"

The way he says the word makes him sound like some chittering bug. If you listened hard enough, you could tell how his teeth clattered together, but you couldn't decipher if it was from a chill or emotion.

All you wanted to do was keep his head against the crook of your shoulder and neck while you pressed kisses to the crown of his head and kept him as close to you as you could, but you knew better.

Pulling away, you reach back for the satchel that you previously discarded. "What's wrong? What happened?" You force your voice to even out when you speak, hands already reaching for his arms after you sit the bag against your hip.

He shakes his head, but you've known him long enough to know there was something wrong. "They're from when I first went in the forest," he answers, voice quivering. "It's all healed. I think."

He doesn't push your hands away or pull his arms back when you skillfully unravel the bandages, carefully pulling and prodding the scars that littered the skin, and he was telling the truth despite the coloring.

"Did you forage like I taught you? Why are most of them green?"

"The spirits."

"The spirits?"

"And the soldier." He looks over your shoulder as though searching for their figures. "I haven't seen him yet, though."

Your eyes squint as one of your hands rubs over the strange texture of the scar, the other reaching for the antiseptic and clean fabric in your bag. "Are these spirits children or small trees with masks?"

You'd heard of both in legend. No one's ever seen them.

You're not sure which you'd rather watch over your nephew.

His eyes drift to his side before peering back over your shoulder once again. His brows furrow as he thinks of how to answer, head tilting as his pupils dilate.

"Both," he answers, "and ones that look like scarecrows. I asked them to bring you."

You force your gaze to keep itself on your nephew. You wouldn't let it wander to spirits you couldn't even see. "The ocarina?" You instead ask another question jumping around your mind, sucking your tongue in appreciation when he nods. "Smart boy."

An airy laugh leaves him, his face lighting up with a smile. "Learned from the best," he snorts.

You risk pressing kisses to the apples of his cheeks and forehead at his flattery, hands cupping themselves on the nape of his neck to bring him closer.

A younger him would push you away without a second thought, whining on about how you were embarrassing him in front of his friends.

He lets you do so now regardless of the spirits that surround you both.

"What've you been eating?" Your hands drop to his biceps when you pull away. They weren't thin like you'd expect them to be after three days in the forest; they were fatter than they had been before he left. "Who's been feeding you?"

His answer of "the Soldier," is quicker than you would've liked. "He goes out and hunts. He always brings back meat. I think it's deer.. it tastes.. bland."

"He.. cooks it, right?"

Another laugh wracks through your nephew's body. He knows you're only being cautious, but he can't help it.

"All the way through," he hums, flexing his arms when they start feeling stiff. "I think I don't like it because it's not your cooking."

He knows what your response is going to be before he finishes speaking, years of having lived under your guidance making him attuned to the smallest of your movements.

When your expression shifts from being relieved to disappointment with a twitch of your eye, he can tell you're not pleased with his statement.

Dousing the fabric in the antiseptic, you take his arm in your hand and begin wiping it down. "Don't be rude." Your voice takes on a less-than-pleased rasp, speaking lowly as if you knew the Soldier was near; but you still apologize when the sting sets in. "Have you thanked him?"

(You're sure you would continue to speak quietly regardless of the context of the conversation. You didn't want to risk "the Soldier," doing anything unfavorable.)

(Your nephew's words of praise did little to ease your stressed heart.)

"I never know when he's here. He drops the food off while I'm asleep. He brings books and carvings too." He watches as you wrap his arm in another roll of (cleaner) bandages, undoing the old one on his other arm while you prepare another piece of fabric. "The Spirits say I'm the most excitement he's had in a while, so he doesn't mind."

His voice was beginning to grow hoarse from speaking so quietly. You tap his throat to tell him to relax.

"They say he's nice," he continues, doing as told. Tapping the fingers of his now free hand against your shin, he tries to recall what all they've told him.

"I think they said he used to live in another part of the woods when he was a kid?—" His eyes glance back over your shoulder, suddenly becoming sure of himself. "— Ah. They did. They said he left and came back when he was older."

You raise a brow but don't speak your question.

Your nephew takes hold of your retreating hands in both of his.

A clatter and snippy huff outside the bedroom door rouses you from your light sleep.

Nearing a week into your stay at the manor, you'd think you'd be more accustomed to the noise, but you aren't.

You carefully remove your nephew's head from your arm, using even more caution when trying to remove the conjoined weight of several spirits from your legs as you slip out of the bed.

It's hard, but you manage to do so without waking any of them— you hope.

(You still couldn't see any of the Spirits, but over time you could feel when they crowded around you and when the wind moved as they rushed past you.)

The floorboards creak beneath your feet.

You hear the sound of claws scratching against the floor on the other side of the door.

Pressing the crown of your head against the door, you tap your fingers along the handle to give the Soldier a warning and wait a few moments.

If you listened hard enough, you swear you could hear him scurrying into one of the other rooms before he shut the door behind him.

It reminded you of a dog.

Smiling to yourself, you're careful opening the door, keeping your head to it and your eyes on the floor. You turn to the other side of it to close it, waiting for the click of the lockset to speak.

"Are you decent?"

His confused "huh," sounds more akin to a gasp than any other noise.

You rap your fingers against the handle again. "Can I look up?"

"Oh—" he sounds choked. "Yeah— Yes. Yes. You can. Sorry."

"Thank you," you hum, leaning down to pick up the tray of food. It consisted of almost entirely meat with a few vegetables you figure are exclusive to the woods. "For both the food and taking care of my nephew."

There was a thumping noise behind the door, the frequency of it was like a tail beating excitedly.

The Soldier lets out a croaking noise and you know his mouth started moving before his mind was able to catch up. "No, I should thank you for looking for him— and for telling him not to use his name."

You let out an airy laugh. "It's common knowledge where I'm from. I wouldn't be a good parental figure if I didn't."

Another noise leaves the Soldier as you fix yourself to open the door. You can't discern what this one means. "I don't know when they started calling me the Soldier, but it's not— uhm.. A favorite.. of mine."

"Oh?"

"Soldier," he sounds more confident in himself and you don't have the heart to tell him you heard him the first time, "it's a nickname. I don't know where the kids got it, but I don't like it."

Readjusting the tray to rest against your hip and forearm rather than in both your hands, you hum curiously. "So what should we be calling you?"

He pauses longer than you'd think it'd take to remember your own name, but you wait.

"Link."

"Link?"

"Yes."

"Like in a chain?"

".. Yes."

You nod even though you're sure he can't see you. "I'll be sure to tell 'ire."

"Thank you." There's more thumping from behind the door.

"And thank you."

There's another noise from Link you struggle to understand, but you figure it's because he starves for conversation. "I heard what your nephew said about the food, too. I'll try to find something to flavor it with next time I'm out."

"Thank you," you repeat. Your eyes curve with your smile. "He'll greatly appreciate it."

Link raps his fingers against the door in response, but he doesn't say anything. You take that as your queue to reenter the bedroom.

"How come your side of the house is always dark?"

You gently pinch your nephew's elbow and he swats your hand away, leaning impossibly close to the door that separates him and Link.

There are a few moments of silence from the man that 'ire filled with bated breath. Link takes an audible, steadying breath before knocking what you think is his nail against the door.

"I wouldn't want to scare you both off."

It was an answer you expected, but you were disappointed nonetheless.

"Boo," your nephew groans. You're sure Link could hear the pout in his voice if the quiet chuckle he lets out was anything to go by. "You can't be worse than what I've seen out there."

There's genuine intrigue in the noise Link lets out. "Oh? What exactly have you seen then?"

Pure excitement fills your nephew's expression when he turns to look at you from over his shoulder. His fingers tap against the floor restlessly, tongue already listing off whatever monsters he's encountered (read: come up with) in his twelve years of life.

"— but their teeth are the worst! They're poisonous and there isn't a cure for it!"

You have no clue as to what creature he was talking of now. There were at least fifteen of them who injected poison through their teeth, eight of which had no cure.

(You don't have to strain as hard to see the Spirits as you did two weeks ago. The shadows and light shift around then as they move to sit around your nephew, seemingly hooked on your nephew's every word.)

(You remember when he would crowd himself around you similarly whenever you would tell him a story.)

You close the book that sat in your lap more for decoration than entertainment at that point and place a hand over your heart.

"I drew a lot of them too! My aunt brought them with her!" He pushes himself through the motions of standing up before immediately stopping and returning to his seat in front of the door. "I'll show them to you if you eat dinner with us!"

There are a few stammering noises from the other side of the door and yet you can't bring yourself to apologize for your nephew's bargaining.

Your own curiosity was quickly starting to get the better of you against your wishes.

The noise he had made several nights before makes itself heard again. His claws (you discovered those a few nights ago) scratch against the wooden flooring as he moves to sit against the other wall rather than the door, his voice moving with him.

"I don't want to— I wouldn't want— want to disturb you— either of you." His words are muffled by the door and his growing quietness, a regretful lilt stuck in his throat. "But thank you for the offer."

If he truly didn't want to join you and your nephew (and the spirits) for dinner, he was terrible at showing it.

"I know I wouldn't mind," you hum, standing to put away the book. A loud thumping makes the floor vibrate and 'ire has to stifle a laugh. "I wouldn't mind picking up a pot and pan again either."

"No!" Link quickly apologizes for his tone after realizing his outburst. "You don't have to. I wouldn't be a good host if I made you do that."

"Are you scared I'll poison you?"

Your nephew's voice drops to a whisper he swears you won't be able to hear. "She can't. She's the best cook ever."

You're not sure how the two correlate, but you'd take thew compliment.

"She won't?" Link's voice drops to entertain your nephew despite his earlier convictions. It takes on a playful direction, fur rubbing against the wood-tiled floors in excitement (based on prior interactions). "You've never gotten sick? Not once?"

'ire begins to shake his head but quickly stops. "Only from eating too much— which you will do, by the way. Best cook around," he reiterates.

Link chuckles, tapping his fingers against the floor restlessly. It takes him a moment to come up with something to say and neither of you push him to hurry.

You were both too hooked on his every word to do so anyway.

"I'll.." He's shy for all the attention. You wonder when the last time he got so much focus on him outside of the spirits. ".. I'll be sure to think about your offer. Why don't you tell me about a few of your monsters so I have more of an incentive?"

Your nephew jumps on the opportunity while you think over the plethora of recipes in your mind.

It wasn't rare for one of the imps to accompany you outside when you went foraging.

You never strayed too far from the manor— the last time you had been dragged outside of the area you had designated for yourself (and your nephew) by the children, Link had to come and rescue to lot of you before the sun had gotten too low.

Suffice to say, it was a rather humbling experience.

Kneeling, squatting, or sitting on the ground had never been easy on your knees or back, but the grass below you had felt as though it were a pillow hailing from the Heavens itself.

Your body works on picking herbs from the ground before placing them in your bag repurposed for your (new) everyday tasks while your mind wanders elsewhere.

You're humming to yourself when a twig snapping breaks your focus.

It was a nice reminder that the imps hadn't, in fact, accompanied you that day.

Your head lifts to survey the surrounding woods. Your entire body was still, mimicking a deer caught on a hunting trip.

There was nothing immediately in your line of sight that could be seen as a threat, but you had lived a long enough life to know that wasn't enough reason to let your guard down.

You're slow to rise to your feet and your ears are strained as you listen for whatever had made the noise.

"I'm sorry!"

You can feel your body relax when you hear Link's voice call out from behind a tree. You sink back to your knees without much thought, clutching the fabric of your top to calm your battering heart.

You weren't sure what you were going to do if it were an actual danger anyway.

"I didn't mean to scare you," he continues. His arms move and you can see one drop against the side of a tree while the other tightens around the corpse of an animal. "You were so still, I wasn't sure if you were okay."

A quiet, breathless noise leaves you. You're not sure if he could hear it, but you can see his shoulders relax when you do. "You're— You're fine! I just.. didn't know that you'd be out and about at this time."

When the hand not occupied with that week's dinner (barely) lifts to grab ahold of a tree branch, you're shocked to just now find out how tall he is.

"It's not your fault. I didn't know you were out here," he grunts while gently tugging at the branch. "Are you alone?"

Your eyes drop to the flora that surrounds you to not feel so invasive. Your fingers rub against the blades of grass idly when a restless feeling overtakes you. "A few of the kids said they'd join me later, but I'm not too sure when that's supposed to be." A short, genuine laugh leaves you. "I wouldn't be surprised if they forgot."

Link lets out his own, quiet laughter that you can only clue together when you see the entire tree shake in your peripheral. "I wouldn't take it to heart. They say they'll join me in hunting all the time but never do."

"Have you ever given them a stern talking to? I've heard that usually works with spirits."

"They barely listen to me as is. I think you'd have more luck than me."

"Is that an offer?"

"Are you headed home now?"

A strange vice tightens around your heart at his wording while you look through your bag. "Mhm," you hum, standing now that your legs aren't like that of a newborn. "You'll have to remind me of the way, though."

"I can guide you," he hums in reply. "You just can't look back."

Turning your back to him, you're surprised you don't jump when a sharp claw gives a ghostly touch to the center of your back.

You're shocked that you disregard the urge to check over your shoulder every step back to the manor.

You were no stranger to 'ire's night terrors.

They'd gotten better over the past few years as he aged, but all that progress had been undone during the near month you'd been in the forest.

Wiping away the tears that had managed to slip out, you ignore the prickly and uncomfortable feeling that comes with keeping your lulling head up so you can watch him.

You'd done it a thousand times before and would do it one thousand and one more if it meant he felt better.

You don't miss how his grip on your arm tightens when you start humming his favorite song. Your hand trails up to his hairline, nails (claws?) tracing the paint on his face that refused to fade.

You'd spent so long trying to scrub them and the green marks off, you hadn't even realized his skin had started to pale into a sickly grey in patches while darkening into (what looked like) a necrotic black in others.

You didn't even want to think about the changes that had started coming to your body.

You were, however, thankful you weren't thinning into a stalfos.

"You're not as sneaky as you'd like to think."

"How'd you know?"

"I have a young nephew. You learn quickly."

A brief laugh leaves Link from behind the cracked door. Though you didn't face him, you could see the way his eyes illuminated the wall in front of you, even managed to catch on some of 'ire's face.

It was a pretty blue color.

You don't comment on it.

"What's wrong?" Your voice has a deep rasp to it, your hand continuing to stroke your nephew's face even after he begins to calm down.

He'd slowly begun dropping more and more barriers (physical and mental) when it came to communicating with you both, having taken up shadows in their stead. He had gotten more confident in conversation as well, stammering and stuttering less the longer your nephew forced him to talk.

It makes you wonder how long it'd take for him to finally make true on those dinner plans.

"I heard him," Link hums just as quietly, the glow of his eyes moving to instead look over the sleeping spirits that crowded themselves around the space not occupied on the bed. "I was worried. Do you want help with them?"

A soft laugh leaves you when one of the imps buries their head onto your calf as though it were a pillow. "They've been like this since we first got here. 'ire," you press a kiss to his forehead when he rouses, waiting for him to settle before speaking again, "says they like to cling."

"You don't mind?"

"He's not too far off from them nowadays."

"Does he miss anything?"

Laying on your back, you being 'ire's head to rest against your shoulder. Your gaze is finally able to see how he'd take up all of the doorway (and then some) through the crack of the door.

You'd be shocked he hadn't flinched away if it hadn't been for the way his hand reached out to clasp it.

The tips of his fingers reached well past the frame of the door, his claws further, and you could only imagine just how much space he was taking up in the small hallway.

You were confident he could fit five or six of you in his hand without trying.

Your eyes jump back to the three (possibly four?) eyes before he can become self-conscious.

"Almost everything," you answer after pulling yourself from your thoughts. "His clothes, his dolls.. He could go without his friends, though."

His eyes jump from your face to the window as he huffs out a nervous laugh. It makes you wonder if he knows something you don't, but you don't push. "And you?"

"Hmm?"

"And yourself," he clarifies, "what do you miss?"

You're silent.

What exactly did you miss?

The feeling of your village's grass between your toes after the rain, the baker's treats that no other could replicate, being a part of such a tight-knit community, the sun after a particularly muggy morning—

There wasn't any need to be a sap.

"I'm not sure," you finally say after a long period of silence. You hadn't realized your eyes had left Link, yet when you force your gaze back to him, he holds it without issue. "I struggled with becoming attached to things unlike 'ire."

"Hm."

"What?"

"I can't remember the last time someone said something like that."

"You have visitors like us often?"

"More than you'd think."

"And what's become of them?"

The glow of his eyes drops to the sleeping spirits that litter before looking to the window again and you quickly understand.

The hum that leaves your throat is more lackluster than you intended it to be, but given how quickly the topic had changed, you give yourself the grace.

"Well," you start after clearing your throat, "what's something that you miss?"

The manor creaks when Link leans against a wall and his confidence in the movement tells you more than you'd expected.

You don't think you'd ever have the same amount of trust he held in it.

There's a playful tone in his voice when he speaks, one of his hands raised to scratch against his chin. "You'd have to promise not to be dramatic when I say."

"Is it my fault you use such outdated terms thousands of years behind my time?"

Link turns away to stifle his laughter, shrouding the room in darkness and forcing your eyes to strain with it.

"I can't say I've had the easiest experience understanding you or your nephew's sayings," he hums, drowning you in the light of his eye when he turns back, "the kids have to keep filling me in."

"Shame, and here I thought you'd been closer to my age. Have you been leading me on this entire time?"

Link's claws knock against the wall, his tail wagging against the floor while he huffs his amusement. "Have I? When I don't even know your name?"

If the weight of 'ire wasn't on your shoulder, you're sure you would've had a physical reaction of some sort.

"It'd do you good to not forget it," he hums, the movement of his tail slowing until it stops entirely. "Titi and Auntie, as much as I hate to say it, won't do much good."

Another lackluster noise leaves you as the arm trapped underneath your nephew lifts to rub your thumb during his forehead. "How fun."

"The kids are too attached to do anything now." The door slowly creaks open before stopping. It shuts so there's only a crack instead. "You'll be fine to share your name now."

"You never answered my question."

"Which one?"

"I haven't asked a lot," you huff before taking a softer tone, eyes rolling closed. "What is it that you miss?"

Link quietly snorts, muffling it by pressing his face to the door. He takes a steadying breath before saying a quiet, "a lot, I suppose. I can't name just a few things." A low noise leaves him, it's similar to a growl. "My friends? Playing music as well— my hands aren't good for much but skewering these days. My horse, Epona, too. She was the prettiest mare."

"Is she red with a white mane?"

"You saw the kids' drawings?"

"I've seen her before, I think— or maybe it was a hallucination?" The hand stroking 'ire's forehead stops as you scrounge your memories. "When I saw her outside the forest, I knew it was real. Another fated hero was mounting her."

You'd like to think yourself a master of figuring out what each noise he makes is meant to mean, but the one Link lets out once you finish speaking is short and of a higher pitch than normal.

When he begins to stammer over his words as he had when you first interacted with him, it feels like years' worth of progress has been undone.

"I— uhm— You— I don't— err— Thank—"

His tail thumps three times before he knocks his head against the door with a heavy groan. He lets out a quiet "Hylia, be damned," you couldn't help but think he hoped you wouldn't hear to go along with his frustration.

"It's been a long night," you finally prompt. "You'd best get some shut-eye before 'ire bombards you with more from his imagination, yeah?"

"Yeah," Link answers in a weak voice. "Yeah," he repeats to himself more than anything, "of course. Good night," he steps away from the door. "Sleep well."

"Same for you."

The night Link finally takes you and 'ire up on your offer for dinner, your nephew and the spirits had taken to floating around the east wing's dining room to prepare it for such a grand event.

"Titi, titi!" One of the Kokiri exclaims, tugging at the fabric of your skirt (that Link had made out of a spare bedsheet). Her voice had a strange echo to it— all of them, really— and had given you migraines up until you'd finally become accustomed to it. "'ire says that you'll make your world-famous pudding! Will you? Will you?"

You ignore her exaggeration in favor of forcing yourself to wrench your eyes away unless you wanted her puppy dog face to work on you. "Should I? I.. I can't say any of you have been acting well enough to deserve it.."

Even in your peripheral, it's not hard to miss the absolutely crushed look on her face. Her eyes were wide and her bottom lip wobbling like she was about to cry despite your joking tone.

"But why—y," she whines, dragging the last syllable on while hiccuping on her breath as she went on. You know the tears pooling in her eyes are just as fake as your rejection of her request— but you know just as well who'll win the battle at the end of the day.

"I—" hiccup. "Want—" hiccup. "Cake—" hiccup.

You raise a brow. "Pudding or cake, sweetheart? I can't make both."

The girl begins to climb your back while you return to sautéing the vegetables, arms wrapping around your neck so she can press her cheek against yours. "Cake! No, pudding! No! Cake! No—"

"I'll tell you what," you interrupt, taking the pan from over the open flame once the food is charred to your liking. Your skin thanks you when you step away and douse the fire, the arid air leaving through the open window. "Why don't you ask a few of the others which they want then we can try and get Link to bake it after dinner?"

The girl jumps off your back with stars practically filling her eyes. She cries out for several names while she runs off, hands clapping excitedly as she shouts out the change in plans.

You're left in peace until your nephew enters with his journals clutched between his arms, bouncing between his feet while he watches you finish plating each food item on dishes you could only dream of owning where you're from.

"D'you think he'll come?" 'ire's voice is low, almost as though scared Link will hear. You know he does if the night of his nightmares a few months ago were anything to go by— but he didn't need to know that.

"He'd better," you answer in an equally low tone. "I didn't spend so long slaving away at this just for him not to."

"Is that a threat?"

The plates in your hands aren't spared by the flinch that wracks through your body. Your reflexes are quick to catch them before any of the food can hit the floor.

'ire, on the other hand, has no issue with voicing his shock in the form of a scream, scurrying from the doorway while dropping his journals. He jumps behind you, hands clutching the fabric of your skirt while he hides himself behind your hip.

"Well?"

Placing a hand over your racing heart after putting the plates down, your other hand comes down to rest on 'ire's head. "It's rude to sneak up on people, you know."

The blond fur of his chest rustles with his laughter. It was difficult to see much else other than that, what with the way he hid himself behind the wall connecting the kitchen to the pantry.

You hadn't even heard his footsteps or creaking floorboards when he first approached. Had he been there the entire time and 'ire hadn't seen him, or had he only walked in after 'ire entered?

You wondered if he was naturally quiet or if he just learned which floorboards were loose.

"Is it sneaking when you were expecting me?" Link's voice is lighter than it usually is, a slight tremble could even be heard if you focused on it enough. He rocks on his feet and briefly leans forward, a less organic-looking side profile coming into view before leaving right after. "If I knew I would be this unwelcomed, I—"

"That's a joke, right?" 'ire stomps away from your side while he speaks, stepping over his discarded compilations of works to stare up at Link with wide eyes. Your nephew ignores the way Link's hands raise to cover his face and how he backs away as soon as he pivots in his foot to face him. "You're not actually gonna pansy out, right?"

Your feet lead you to the two before you can have much of a thought. "Zaire," you say in a terse voice, taking hold of his shoulder and bringing him against your front so you can stop him from interrogating the poor man. "Don't be rude."

Whatever argument he has dies on his tongue when he takes a good, long look at Link. His mouth gaped open like a fish, one of his fingers lifting so he could push it into the fur of his stomach, watching the skin beneath sink with the force of it as though it were the most interesting thing in the world.

"Woah."

If you had any less sense of dignity, you'd let yourself have the same reaction.

"Don't be rude," you reiterate, pushing Zaire's hand down until it finally reaches its rightful place at his side.

"No," Link breathes into his palms, clearing his voice to try and rid it of the anxiety (and, possibly, humiliation). "He's— he's fine. This wouldn't be the first time someone responded like that. I'd be more concerned if he did any other way."

Zaire shrugs your hands from your shoulders, stepping until he is toe-to-claw with Link. "Then why are you hiding your face? It can't be that bad," he says, tugging at the fur of Link's elbows, rubbing them between his fingers so he could better be accustomed to the texture.

Spreading his fingers enough so you both could see the four holes in the inorganic material, Link lets out another heavy breath. "I'm self-conscious," he can tell the answer doesn't please Zaire and continues speaking, "It's been.. too long.. since I've shown anyone either of my faces."

"A mask is.." Your voice falters off when you finally find the words to speak, losing them again when you fail to find a proper way to articulate your thoughts.

"It's mostly you and the kids, no?" You try again when you figure out a way to better word it. "Is a mask not.. Is it.. necessary?"

When the blue light that emits from his eyes lifts to look at you, an unidentifiable emotion shoots through you. He holds your gaze for a few, silent moments before turning his head and dropping his hands.

"It's like a second skin," he simply offers.

"Sad," Zaire sighs, backing away and turning until he stood in the center of the kitchen. "Can you still eat with it? Like I said, Auntie is the best cook in all the realms and you have to taste it to believe it."

Curse your nephew's skill of lightening a mood.

Rather than let his insecurities keep him from looking at either of you for the duration of the night, Link looks down at Zaire with a playful jolt of his shoulders. "It's not fused with my face."

Zaire's eyes curl into crescents while he grabs two of the plates from the counter. "Good!" His tail (a terrifying new addition when he first started changing) wraps around the third dish, walking himself past the two of you in the pantry so he could place each one on the dining table. "You'll love this then! Auntie," you don't miss the way he adds your name causally, "always makes this on a big day!"

Link repeats your name under his breath before doing the same with Zaire's. He lets out a thoughtful nod as each one rolls off his tongue, one pair of eyes looking at you while the other continues to follow your nephew.

He wrings his hands together when he catches the way you examined him oh-so-carefully, arms crossed with your head tilted.

"It's nice," he gulps as though every inch of nervousness had reentered his body. "It's a nice name. I like it. It suits you."

You don't know if you were teasing him prior, but you decide to do so now.

"I'd hope so." You pat a hand against his arm as you walk into the kitchen, ignoring the oily feel of his fur. You ignore the feeling of him watching and instead focus on searching through the cupboards for the drink you had foraged around to make just days before. "I could say the exact same for you, thankfully."

"Now, why don't you have a seat so I can play host this time?"

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Mold a Pretty Lie | 04

Banner by @persphonesorchid <3

Pairing: professor!Jin x Fem undergrad!Reader

Genre: College!AU, Unhealthy relationships, toxic relationships, virgin reader, eventual yandere, eventual smut

Summary: They say love is like a garden that requires regular care and attention. Kim Seokjin, your kind and handsome professor, is more than happy to cultivate the vines that bind his heart to yours.

Word Count: 4,358

Rating: 18+

Warnings: Kissing, non-consensual kissing/assault, sneaker destruction

AN: A huge thanks to @eserethriddle for beta-ing this chapter for me. Also check their fics out, they're amazing. Hope y'all enjoy!

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In the weeks that followed, there were no more incidents where you nodded off in Dr. Kim's class. You made sure of it. Your professor didn't mention it again, other than leaving a blue Powerade on your desk the next time you met him to work on your research project. It was objectively the best flavor, and you did your best not to read too much into his thoughtfulness.

However, your best wasn't good enough, and each one of his smiles and silly jokes added another bud to the flowers blooming in your chest.

You craved when he'd lean in close enough for your imagination to go wild, the way he would rest a distracting hand on your shoulder when he reviewed your work, the sparkle in his eyes when he was pleased. You didn't go chasing after more contact than that, but you did find yourself lingering longer than your allotted hours, chatting to your energetic professor about this or that.

At first you had been reticent, wary of taking up too much of his time, or god forbid, coming across like some of the students who stalked his office hours. But he was often the one to engage you, to ask about how your semester was going outside of his class. It was hard to believe he cared, but his face lit up in genuine interest when you spoke, and it was hard not to bask in the warm glow of his approval.

Why were you such an idiot? You were smitten, daydreaming about a man there was no hope of ever attaining. You knew it was a waste of time to keep pining after him the way you were, but how exactly could you prevent your stomach from flipping upside down with each smile?

You

Help

Phoebe

What's wrong, my pretty tulip?

You winced at the nickname, a joke at your expense Phoebe had "hilariously" come up with in high school. Because you were a virgin in both sets of lips. It was fucking weird and gross and she never let it go despite the fact that you hated it.

You

I have a stupid crush on someone I have objectively zero chance with

Phoebe

Oh????

Pix!!!

You

Lol

Yeah, no

Phoebe

Name!!!

You

Yeah, no

You were NOT going to open yourself to ridicule from your best friend by admitting you had enough of a crush on a professor for it to be a problem. That was just asking for her to make fun of you. If she kept pressing, you'd send her a picture of Jimin or Taehyung or something, but not if you could avoid it.

Phoebe

You're so boring

This is why it's unrequited

You

Omg rude

Phoebe

Lol you know I'm joking

Well you know what they say

You

If you say "the best way to get over someone is to get under someone else" I'm blocking you for being cliche as fuck

Phoebe

It's a cliche for a reason babe

It's not like you're in love with the guy right?

You just need a distraction that'll help redirect your thinking

Just start flirting with a new cutie, works for me every time

You

I guess that makes sense…

Wouldn't that be like, kinda rude to the other person though?

Phoebe

I said flirt not propose to lmao

And not just a rando, someone you actually could like

How are you of all people trying to question me, hmm little tulip?

You

Ugh yeah yeah fine whatever

… Thank you for the advice

Phoebe

Anytime

Miss you babe <3

You

Miss you too <3

You stared at your phone for a moment, lost in thought as you considered your friend's words. You could kind of see where she was coming from - you were probably just infatuated with your professor because you saw and interacted with him multiple times a week, and your wishful brain mistook his kindness for some sort of preference. Dr. Kim was so wonderful that it was just normal human nature for you to become enamored - maybe if you reframed your mindset and let yourself get swept up with someone else, your silly crush would fade.

"Sierra?" you asked one weekend, wondering if you had soured her desire to party with you. She hadn't tried to cajole you out since that not-so-fateful night, and you never asked why in the fear that you would hear that she now hated you. Your roommate perked up and looked at you from her bed, where she was laying on her back and scrolling through her phone. "What are you doing tonight?"

"Haven't decided yet, what's up?" she replied curiously. She didn't look apprehensive at your question, so that was probably a good sign.

"I just - I thought it might be fun to go out or something…" you said tentatively, studying her face for any flashes of annoyance. Instead, her eyes lit up.

"Really?" Sierra asked excitedly, sitting upright on her mattress. "I didn't put you off partying with me?"

"Really, I - wait what do you mean? I blacked out and spent half the night throwing up."

Her words made no sense, why would you not want to hang out with her anymore? Instead of rolling her eyes and agreeing with your assessment the way Phoebe might have, she laughed.

"I guess that means you don't remember when I tried to hug you and then threw up on your shoes instead."

"I thought that was my vomit," you exclaimed. "And I thought you were annoyed with me, and that's why we never went out again."

"I thought you didn't want to hang out with me!"

The two of you stared at each other for a moment before bursting into laughter.

"We're idiots," she said through giggles, looking just as relieved as you felt. "Alright, let's party tonight! Maybe minus the puking."

You laughed at her addendum, nodding in agreement. "I can work with that."

~~~~~

You weren't exactly sure how you had ended up here, shut in a bedroom with Sierra and a group of other strangers. The two of you were on the far side of tipsy, but nowhere near as drunk as you had been the last time. And now you were staring at the bottle some guy - Chad? Brad? - was holding up.

"Spin the bottle? Seriously?" scoffed Sierra, crossing her arms. You were inclined to agree - sure, people were inclined to play horny drinking games, but you didn't think anyone played spin the bottle specifically out of middle school, or bad teenage sitcoms. At least with Truth or Dare or Never Have I Ever, you sort of learned about the people around you.

Plus you could definitely say that you weren't particularly interested in locking lips with anyone in this room.

"Yeah, it was nice to meet you all but I think I'm gonna go back to the party," you said as diplomatically as you could.

"What, too much of a prude?" ChadBrad asked with a smirk, and you fought the urge to roll your eyes. He was attractive, sure, but arrogance clung to his shoulders like a bad smell and you were not into it.

"No, I just have standards," you retorted loftily, getting up from the floor and heading to the door. "I'm seeing too many frogs, and not enough princes."

Sierra laughed gleefully at ChadBrad's startled expression and followed you.

"Sorry buddy, no amount of Smirnoff Ice in your mini-fridge is gonna get either of us to hook up with you," she added, and the guy scowled as the others in the room began to snicker.

The closing door cut off the sound and the two of you giggled as you walked back to the main party.

"Dang girl, I thought you were this meek little mouse, but that was hilarious," Sierra said with a grin, making you laugh. You were so caught up in talking to your friend that you forgot to watch where you were going, and ended up colliding with a warm, solid body. The warmth was offset by a cold trickle down your shirt and you jumped back, realizing you had made whoever it was spill their drink.

"I'm so sorry, I - Tae?"

Your friend stood before you, eyes wide, hair tousled, wearing a loose white button-up that made him look like a medieval farmhand a heroine would run away with.

"[Y/n]?" he asked, surprise etched on his face as his eyes roved down your figure. Sierra had convinced you to wear another crop top, and you fought the urge to cover your stomach as his gaze fell on your bare skin.

"Now here's a prince," Sierra whispered in your ear, making heat rise up your neck as you realized what she was getting at. "Hey Tae. I'm gonna get a drink, you need a new one?"

He jumped as if surprised she was there, and she snorted as if unsurprised.

"That would be great, thanks Sierra."

She nudged you as she left.

"Get it, girl," she whispered in your ear wickedly, making you cough and splutter before she slapped your ass and left, cackling. God, your roommate was a menace.

"I didn't expect to see you here," Taehyung said with a smile, and you had to smile back, a little hypnotized by the stars in his eyes. He really was beautiful.

"I thought it was time to give partying another shot," you replied sheepishly, still a little embarrassed by how your previous night out had ended.

"I'm glad," he said softly, something in his eyes making your stomach flutter. "Sorry for spilling on you."

You had actually forgotten, but now that he brought it up you were all too aware of the stain on your shirt and the stickiness of beer on your skin.

"It's my fault, I wasn't looking where I was going," you assured him.

"Let me help you get cleaned up at least," he offered, grabbing your hand before you could protest and setting off to find a bathroom. Your fingers slotted perfectly into his, and he tugged you easily through the crowd. Phoebe's advice rang clear in your mind, but you silenced it as you followed. You were certainly attracted to Taehyung, but he was way out of your league… right?

He found a bathroom and ushered you inside, shutting the door behind him. It dulled the sound of merrymaking outside, and the sudden intimacy brought another slew of jittery panic into your chest. One that was clearly only one sided as Taehyung glanced around before finding a roll of paper towels.

He ripped off a sheet, running it under the faucet before handing it to you.

"Unless you want my help," he said with a wink, waggling his eyebrows. You laughed and slapped his shoulder before accepting his offering, too intent on cleaning yourself to notice the way his eyes watched you hungrily. You dabbed at the shirt as well, before deciding it was a lost cause and that the beer would probably come out in the wash.

"Thanks, Tae," you said with a smile, tossing the crumpled cloth in the trash and looking up to suddenly find him right in front of you. He was close enough that you had to look up to meet his eyes, and you stepped backwards with a surprised "eep" when your back hit the sink counter.

"How much have you had to drink tonight?" he asked intently, not moving from where he was standing. You were suddenly all too aware of your exposed skin, of how gorgeous he looked, of how his dark, mesmerizing eyes were locked on your own.

"N-not very much, we just got here a little while ago," you stammered, staring back at him as your pulse sped up. His lips curved into a devastating smirk and he stepped forward, closing the scant distance between your bodies.

"Good, then I can finally do this," he murmured, one warm, gentle hand coming up to cup your cheek as you felt your eyes go as wide as saucers. Then he was leaning in, and those plush lips of his were coming closer, and closer.

They were warm and soft, and you felt your eyelashes flutter shut as you leaned into the feeling. He backed away almost immediately, and your stomach dropped. Was he disappointed? Were you a bad kisser? But it had only lasted a couple seconds, were people really able to tell that quickly?

"Was that okay?" he whispered, cutting through your panic. He was gazing at you with an uncertainty that mirrored your own, and your heart sang with the realization that he was nervous. You felt your own lips twitch into a smile and you nodded, reaching up to wrap your arms around his neck.

"Yeah," you whispered, standing up on your tippy-toes and tilting your face up in an open invitation.

This time, the kiss was less tentative, and Taehyung's free arm snaked around your waist to pull you snugly into him. You gasped at the press of his warm, warm body against yours, and he took the opportunity to pull your lower lip between his teeth, nibbling slightly. Oh. That was… very pleasant.

"You're so pretty," Taehyung murmured, pulling away. You almost asked why he stopped, until his lips dragged across your jaw to press light, fluttery kisses against your skin that left hot embers in their wake. The new sensation made you whimper, and he froze as his grip on your waist tightened. Fuck, were you not supposed to do that? It was getting hard to think straight when he was holding you so close, whispering sweet words in your ear.

Then he latched onto the sensitive skin of your neck and he sucked, sending white hot shudders down your spine. A moan left your mouth before you could stop it, and Taehyung groaned before capturing your mouth again.

He took advantage of your parted lips to glide his tongue against yours, and another mortifying sound escaped your throat at the sensation. It was wet, hot, and slimy, and should have felt gross, but instead you found yourself clinging to his shirt as your legs turned to jelly.

"Fuck, you sound so good," Taehyung groaned, shifting from your mouth to run his tongue along the shell of your ear.

"T-Taehyung," you gasped breathily, not exactly wanting to stop but worried about him taking this further. His hands slid down to your butt to press your hips against his, and with a jolt you realized he was hard against your thigh. He felt your body stiffen, and immediately pulled back.

"Sorry, too much?" he asked, his voice a husky rasp.

"A little," you admitted, swallowing down the desire to find out what else he had to offer. As much as you were enjoying yourself, you were already starting to feel a little overwhelmed. And the way Taehyung was currently looking at you made you want to both kiss him forever and run away and hide. "Maybe we should get back to the party."

"I'm sorry," he said again, looking away. "I've wanted to do that forever, I got a little carried away."

Something warm glowed in your chest at his words, and impulsively you grabbed his shirt to pull him in for another kiss. The dazed way he grinned at you when you let him go was more than enough to bolster your confidence, and this time you were the one who intertwined your fingers with his.

"Let's go find Sierra."

Finding your roommate ended up being more difficult than you'd thought, and Taehyung reluctantly agreed that it would be easier for you two to split up to find her.

"Don't forget about me while you're gone," he said with a pout, brushing his lips against the knuckles of your hand before finally letting go. You watched him leave, stomach positively giddy with butterflies, before you turned around as well. A clammy hand gripped your wrist roughly, and you jumped, whirling to face the culprit.

"Saw you leave the bathroom with that guy," came the obnoxious, unwelcome voice of ChadBrad. He smirked at your frown, ignoring the way you tried to shake off his hand. What was he doing? Why was he looking at you like that?

"It's not really any of your business, is it?" you replied coldly, but to your alarm he just looked even more smug. His grip tightened, and you felt anxiety rise like bile in the back of your throat.

"So you're the type that likes to play hard to get, is it? I like that," he said with a leering grin, stepping into your personal space. You backed away as far as you could with your arm still captive, and gave him your best glare before scanning behind him to see if Taehyung was still around.

Please let him still be here, you begged silently. To no avail. You were alone, and no one else in the room was even looking in your direction. And the music was so loud you doubted even a scream would catch anyone's attention.

"Let go," you ordered through gritted teeth, trying to sound more confident than you felt. He merely matched each step you tried to take away from him, and when your back hit the wall you realized you were trapped.

"Trusting your safety to two college boys you don't know very well… well, I'm glad the night ended alright, but it would break my heart if anything happened to you."

Your professor's words echoed in your head as you tried to think of a way out of this situation, wishing you had listened better to his advice.

"Good girls say please," ChadBrad taunted, caging you between his arms. "But you're a bad girl, huh?"

Fucking ew. Despite the obvious disgust on your face, he still seemed to think it was going well, and you caught a whiff of gross beer breath before his clammy lips were on yours.

It was revolting, and you felt your skin crawl as you tried to push him off frantically. You kept your lips sealed tightly shut against the nauseating prod of his tongue, but the asshole wouldn't fucking move. Your heart was pounding for completely different reasons than with Taehyung, and it was getting harder to breathe through your nose as you pushed and pushed to no avail. Finally, you did the only thing you could think of, and kneed him as hard as you could between his legs.

That worked, and he leaped away with a yelp.

"What the fuck, you bitch," he spat at you, doubling over as you scrambled away from him, massaging your wrist and breathing hard. You could breathe through your mouth now, why didn't it feel like you were getting any air?

You didn't bother to gift him with a response, too focused on getting the fuck away for something as trivial as a final word. You stumbled through the house, desperate for Sierra or Taehyung or fucking anyone familiar at this point.

To your relief, you spotted a familiar head of hair near the kitchen and almost tackled Sierra in your haste to get to her.

"Whoa there, cowboy!" she said with a giggle as she righted herself, though her smile slid off when she saw your expression. "What's wrong?"

Your heart settled at her reassuring face, and as the adrenaline ebbed away you suddenly felt a lump in your throat. You opened your mouth to respond, then closed it when you realized frustration and anxiety were welling up behind your eyes.

You swallowed and took a deep breath, but all you could do was sniffle to try to keep back the disgusting feeling clawing your throat. Sierra's eyes widened and she wrapped a protective arm around you. You obeyed blindly as she steered you through the throngs of people, focused solely on not freaking out in front of a huge audience.

"Babe, talk to me, what happened?"

With a start you realized you were on the lawn outside and looking into Sierra's warm, worried brown eyes.

"I - that guy - "

To your utter mortification, that was all you got out before the tears came in earnest. Your face was immediately pressed into a perfumed, ample chest as your roommate hugged you and rubbed soothing circles into your back.

"It's okay, you're okay. Just take your time," Sierra said comfortingly as you whimpered and hiccuped into her shirt. Fuck, why were you crying so much? Nothing bad had really even happened, you were fine! Why were you being such a crybaby? First Dr. Kim, now here?

Finally, you calmed down enough to tell Sierra what happened, and her expression went from concerned to livid.

"And where the fuck was Taehyung?" she asked calmly, making your eyes widen. Her voice was even, but her eyes flashed with what could only be described as castrative fury.

"We only split up for a second to look for you!" you explained hastily, and suddenly you were the one rubbing soothing circles into her back. "We were gonna meet back up in the kitchen."

Sierra relaxed slightly, but tension still thrummed under her skin. You wracked your brain for something to calm her down, but crying had made your head irritatingly foggy.

"Oh hey, you found her!"

You both looked to see Taehyung smiling, though it faded when he saw the anger on Sierra's face and the tear stains on yours. He took a step forward, only to stop immediately when Sierra stepped in front of you. Despite it being unnecessary, you felt a surge of affection for your roommate.

"What happened?" he asked softly as Sierra crossed her arms and tapped her foot at him, clearly unimpressed.

"Some asshole assaulted her, that's what happened," she snapped, her words cracking through the air like a whip. You winced and tugged at her arm.

Taehyung's eyes went wide with shock and he looked at you with worry.

"I'm so sorry, [y/n], did I - " he began, looking horrified and guilty. You realized he thought Sierra was talking about himself, and you shook your head frantically.

"No! It wasn't you!" you protested immediately, stepping past Sierra's protection to grab Taehyung's hand. "It was someone else." He only looked mildly relieved, and his eyes were still filled with concern.

"I shouldn't have left you alone," he said quietly, rubbing his thumb over your knuckles. Embarrassment threatened to drag you under and you winced. It wasn't his fault at all. You were just the one who was so pathetic that you apparently couldn't handle five minutes alone, and then cried like an idiot even though you weren't even hurt.

You felt Sierra's hand on your shoulder, and you looked at her questioningly.

"Will you be okay with him for a second?" she whispered in your ear, so quietly you knew Taehyung wouldn't catch it. "I forgot something inside."

You nodded, giving her a wobbly smile you hoped was reassuring. Apparently it was good enough, though she shot Taehyung a very stern glare.

"Behave, I know where you live," she said with deadly seriousness. The tension was broken by your chuckle, and both of your friends relaxed a hair. "Okay, I'll be right back."

The two of you were left alone, and suddenly you found yourself unable to look at anything but your feet.

"I'm s-sorry," you hiccuped, sniffing as you tried to keep a fresh wave of tears at bay. You hated yourself for crying so easily. You swiped at your cheeks and remembered the way Dr. Kim had dabbed your face so gently in his office. You should have listened to him. "I ruined another night out for you guys."

"What are you talking about?" asked Taehyung gently, squeezing your hand. "I always have a great time with you."

You shook your head in disbelief, still not able to meet his eyes. He was sweet to try to make you feel better, but you couldn't find it in yourself to believe him. Had it really been just a few minutes ago that you had been giddily thinking about his lips against yours?

"Hey."

Taehyung put his forehead against yours, but you didn't look up to face him. You couldn't.

"Getting to kiss you already made this the best night of the year so far," he murmured in your ear, and you wanted to believe him despite yourself. He pulled you into his chest and you took a deep breath, letting the warm, spicy smell of his cologne wash over you. "And getting to spend time with you out here makes it even better."

"Even though I'm being a buzzkill?" you asked hesitantly, voice muffled as you timidly wrapped your arms around his waist.

"Nothing can kill my buzz unless it's Jimin having a hair meltdown," Taehyung announced confidently, and you found yourself smiling into his chest.

"Thanks, Tae," you whispered, finally tilting your face up to look at him properly. He grinned happily back at you, squeezing you tight.

"There you are!" he exclaimed goofily, then shocked you into laughter by tickling your exposed sides.

"Don't do that, you jerk!" you scolded, swatting at his hands before he could get more than a few giggles out of you. He smiled and put his hands up in surrender and opened his mouth to say something, when rapid footfalls distracted you.

"Let's go!" said Sierra urgently, grabbing both you and Taehyung's hands and dragging you stumbling behind her.

"W-what?" you spluttered, suddenly very grateful the two of you had worn sneakers to this party. Why the hell was Sierra walking so fast?

"I poured all the Smirnoff Ices into that dipshit’s sneaker collection," your roommate revealed, turning back to you with a devious grin. Her eyes were alight with tipsy misbehavior and justice. "I want to be well clear before he finds out."

Sierra's admission startled a snort of laughter out of you, and Taehyung looked at her in outright awe. Perhaps this night hadn't ended so badly, after all.

Still, you decided you'd heed your professor's advice and steer clear of parties in the future.

~~~~~

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cantalooprat · 2 years

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I Like Your Pheromones

What I Liked

is this the omegaverse of my dreams, the danmei omegaverse i've always wanted to read?

duan jiayan is such a dense dumbass lmao ok it's understandable considering he's always thought he was a beta but i lowkey just felt so much pity for the ml for chasing him akjdlds ok ok but i like how thoughtful he actually is. like abt his family situation and his mother's remarriage, and how he's prob lonely inside but in the end realizes that some things just can't be measured in give and take and just does his best with what he has. and how once he got confessed to by lu xingci, he really started to consider the things lu xingci has done for him and how if he accepts now, it could be misconstrued as him accepting lu xingci's feelings and he doesn't want to lead him on. anw he's a great guy.

lu xingci is also such a good alpha good god he's gentle, respectful, sweet, but also with that repressed feral possessiveness that every reader craves for when seeking omegaverse stories to read. he is such a henpecked husband tho. he might be the alpha but duan jiayan is the one holding the reins in their relationship. i also like how he banters with duan jiayan and makes him speechless nghhhh truly the one with the brains.

yo i am so glad shen chilie isn't a second male lead childhood friend who's destined to lose. for once! he's just a normal friend! with normal concerns! and once he sees that lu xingci is good alpha material, he immediately warms up to him and his friends! u go dude!

there's no real plot it's just a fluffy highschool romcom in an omegaverse setting. i smiled a lot reading it. it's so cute! it's really cute!

at this rate i need an actual subsection for ost, but anw the audio drama ost is also rly good! they even made one of the songs that was playing in-universe into an ost!

speaking of said ost, the moment in the wn where lxc realized his feelings for djy while the song was playing is such an iconic moment for me, whenever the ost plays i just picture that scene in my mind when djy turns around and asks if he’s good looking and lxc is like en you’re the best looking while inwardly he’s finally admitted that he likes djy ahhhhhh

What I Disliked

reading abt duan jiayan sometimes is so... he's so naive and defenseless, like when he decided not to take an inhibitor during his heat on his bday and let lu xingci do whatever bc duan jiayan loves him a lot even though shen chilie painstakingly tells him it’s dangerous n that he needs to draw some lines. it's good he met someone good like lu xingci, or else he can easily be one of those bad end shou type of char if he gave his all to a scum gong…

duan jiayan’s family background could have been explored a little more, or the author could’ve leaned more towards how he could find a home with lu xingci i feel

Notes

fak me it’s another unfinished tl i have to do the tbbf cope and parallel-read mtl and the raw /crying

the quote below actually came from the in-universe song that was playing when lu xingci realized his feelings for duan jiayan it’s kind of… cheating… but it’s an actual quote… rly…

220516 edit: adlkjfslsdf I FINALLY FINISHED IT… I MTL-ED THE REST… finished the last 3 extra chapters today, hngggg even the extras r super cute /crying /crying when lxc wanted to get married but still didn’t mark djy bc djy’s underdeveloped glands caused him to be able to have only one alpha in this lifetime, and lxc rly wants him to be sure… /crying wuwuwuwuwu i love them xingyan forever i’m so glad they’re married and happy and they even have a cat my heart felt so full reading all the extras

i like it so much i’ll prob buy the wn the next time i top up jjwxc

Quotes

You're the most dazzling The spring breeze squeezing in between the pages of a book The summer sunset floating with the scent of flowers and grass The autumn moonlight stopping under the streetlight The winter fine snow hitting against the glass window After meeting you, the wind, flowers, snow, and moon all lost their radiance

“When you’re with him, you’ll feel like every day is a happy one.”

#cantalooprat reads

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lavendercitizen · 3 years

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𝐂𝐀𝐍'𝐓 𝐇𝐀𝐕𝐄 𝐘𝐎𝐔

𝐏𝐚𝐢𝐫𝐢𝐧𝐠: Sugar Daddy!Bucky Barnes x f!reader

𝐒𝐮𝐦𝐦𝐚𝐫𝐲: Years after his divorce, Bucky craves the company and gentle touch of another soul. He never planned on falling for his sugar baby.

𝐖𝐚𝐫𝐧𝐢𝐧𝐠𝐬: 18+ Minors DNI, smut, pwp, mutual pining, daddy kink, pet names [pretty baby, baby, bunny, sweet girl, sweetheart, good girl], age gap [reader in her 20s, Bucky in his late 30s], unprotected sex, praise kink, oral [f receiving], crying during sex (reader is overwhelmed), sugar daddy relationship - power imbalance.

𝐖𝐨𝐫𝐝 𝐜𝐨𝐮𝐧𝐭: 2.6k

𝐀/𝐍: This is for @bemine-bucky ’s 1k Sweethearts Diner writing challenge, and I ordered the spicy #2 with Sugar Daddy!Bucky Barnes and the pining/longing/yearning trope. The prompt was “You should be kissed and often, and by someone who knows how.” (Gone with the Wind) I totally did not procrastinate on this until the last day before the deadline and then spent the whole day writing, and my head doesn't hurt at all :'))) Not beta read, proof read once, I apologize for this mess but hey I'm still on time LMAO

By the time you return home from another gala you're almost ready to call it a day—expensive dresses, a five-course meal with possibly the best mille-feuilles you'd ever tasted, and a venue that stole your breath as you had twirled around, your hand in Bucky's safe and warm one, all of it still vivid in your mind.

Usually he was the first one to collapse in the heavenly comfort of his king size bed, and you love to tease him about it too. The dynamic between you is playful, soft, even loving though you'd never dare label it as that.

However something had changed in you. Recently you've been pushing and pulling, drawing him in with eyes that held a twinkle belonging to the stars more than to a human, touching him with healing hands. Only to recoil, gaze averted, like you've done something forbidden, something only you knew about.

It eats away at him. He doesn't understand why, but the one thing that he can't shake is the thought of you leaving, terminating the contract that binds you to him.

Old insecurities worm their way into his thoughts. There's nothing he could do. If you want to part ways he'd let you. Not because he wants to, but because he doesn't believe he deserves you in the first place.

So as long as he still has you he cherishes you more than he ever could any of his wealth, nothing measures up to you, and he always makes sure you know that.

His dress shirt is flung somewhere behind him, and in the next second his broad frame looms over you. You've been wanting him all day, placing your hand dangerously close to his crotch under the table cloth as dinner had been served, practically hanging off him while he was making his rounds, conversing with other guests. Acquaintances and colleagues; you didn't even bother to at least pretend to look interested, all you cared about was him.

“Please, Bucky,” you whine, impatience getting the best of you, basically enticing you to pull him down by the back of his neck. The brunet complies, lowering himself, his strong arms on either side of your head.

You almost got him where you want him, aching for his soft lips to press against yours—a buzzing feeling between you, a thick silence filled with need and anticipation—but he stops, holds his position just before your noses can touch. He studies you deeply, blue eyes take in your soft features, and the fondness in them tears at your heart.

“You should be kissed and often, and by someone who knows how.” he says quietly, nudging his nose against yours.

It takes you off guard, pulls you out of your haze for a moment.

Almost in wonder your fingers reach up to trace his lips. Your thumb pushes against his lower lip, curiously, like you're touching him for the first time. He smiles, kisses the tip of your thumb, proceeding to take your hand by the wrist and peppers a few kisses on the inside.

It's far too loving for someone who pays for all your needs, your tuition, your rent, food, clothes, jewellery—whatever you want in exchange for your company and your body.

You knew long ago that you should've ended whatever this is, and at this point you're justified in questioning it, because the lines were blurred— what you have, what you saw when you woke up; his face illuminated by the morning sun shining through the window wall of his bedroom, gazing at you with a softness that you didn't understand. Neither of you address it, but what you have was far beyond a normal arrangement.

And it lingers in you too.

You spend most of your time with him, and it's so easy to get consumed by your senses; soft lips against yours, a shaky exhale through his nose, hands wandering up your arms, chasing the goosebumps that spring up on your skin.

“Bucky,” you try again, small and needy. The silky sheets glide under your writhing body. He greedily takes all he can get, holding onto you like a desperate man, like you're the most precious thing to ever exist. Bucky needs to pretend that this can last forever, and that it means something to you the way it does to him. His brows furrow, nostrils flaring. Big hands tug at your fancy dress and then it rips.

“Bucky-”

A squeak escapes you from the sheer display of power, before you can even protest about the ridiculously expensive item he so carelessly tore apart he's on you, mouthing at the swell of your breast through the lace bralette with a low moan. Pristinely manicured nails find their way into his brown locks, and you arch your back lightly, choking on your own desperate sounds of pleasure as the tingling feeling intensifies with each suckle of his lips on your soft skin.

“Bucky, Bucky, fuck-” you whine, fingers tighten their grip on his hair to the point where it must be painful, but you can't decide if you want him closer or away from your hardened buds. He lifts his head with a lazy grin, soft, cerulean eyes hold your desperate gaze.

“What's the matter, pretty baby? I already got you this excited?”

You can't even be mad at the slightly cocky smirk forming on his face, because it makes you clench around nothing; you groan, and this time you know you want him closer— god, you need him closer. With your brows knitted together, and your soft lips parting to let out shy pleas for him, you're a divine sight, and the older man can't stay away for one more second.

“I know baby, I know,” he coos, his expression matching yours, he's just as needy for you as you are for him. As he kisses his way down your body, your stomach quivers under his gentle caress.

The rest of your torn dress comes off along with your bralette, and Bucky wastes no time; his nimble fingers trace over your clothed core, moving up to push his thumb directly against your bundle of nerves.

A strained moan leaves your parted lips, and your hips buck gingerly.

His lust-filled blue eyes are fixed on you. He leans in, and you lightly tremble when the soft flesh of his lips grazes over your panties. You look right back at him, wide-eyed and dazed, watching almost trance-like as he turns his head to the side to leave a mark on your inner thigh. His beard scratches against your silken skin, eliciting more sweet sounds out of you.

Strong hands clamp down over the top of your thighs, tenderly they move inwards, towards your aching core and back again.

“Bucky,” you whisper. These moments are the ones where you have to hold back the words that could destroy this so quickly. He's so concentrated and you want to believe it—in the four walls of his extravagant home; a lonely one before your arrival, inhabited by the silence she left behind—you want to believe that when Bucky Barnes looks at you, he sees more than just your body.

He drags your panties down, murmuring, “Lift your hips up for me, sweetheart.” and you do, allowing him to remove the damp material.

Buck'.

He hums but doesn't acknowledge you otherwise. His fingers spread your folds, and he purrs, “Look at you bunny, you're so wet for me.”

Leaning forward, he licks at your glistening core teasingly, enjoying the way you twitch and squirm.

Daddy.

His eyes snap back up to yours, the blue in them glaze over with deprivation and his pupils are blown wide.

“Please,” you add quietly, feeling the familiar heat spread through your lower body like embers, sure to be set ablaze by his feverous desire, fueled by his warmth.

Maybe he tasted your need, just as urgent as his or maybe he couldn't wait any longer, but your little whines and pleas are answered when he slowly pushes his index into your greedy pussy, watching your face for any sign of discomfort.

His finger pumps languidly into you. Waves of bliss lap at you, and you feel light-headed, but it wasn't enough. Unable to help yourself you shift your hips, trying to heighten your own pleasure. He knows, of course. A second finger joins your silky walls, his head comes down and his mouth is on your sensitive clit, and you can't contain the loud cry that is elicited at the sudden change of pace.

“F-fuck, oh my god,” you mewl, automatically grabbing a fistful of his beautiful hair. When he chuckles it sends vibrations right through you, making you shudder.

“That's it-” he purrs, amusement tinging his words when you suddenly buck your hips, “There you go, baby.” Bucky can practically feel it building up in you. His fingers thrust into your slick cunt faster, his skillful tongue lapping at your bud.

You're burning up, the coil in you tightens from his delirious efforts, your moans grow louder as he eats your pussy like a starving man. What he can't convey to you in words he replaces with luxury, lavish gifts and sex. You should know it by now with the way he's looking up at you in approval. Maybe if you dared to look a little harder you could pick apart the emotions carefully swirling in those deep blue eyes.

Low moans accompany yours as you writhe under his ministrations, the friction of his beard against your sensitive skin just adds to the intense sensations, and you can feel your climax approaching. Skilled fingers find your g-spot, and oh Bucky is determined on making you twist and squirm in pleasure.

He speeds up the pace, pumping his fingers into your pulsing hole faster, alternating between sucking your clit into his mouth and lapping at it.

“Come for me, sweet girl. Want you to come all over my face.”

You can't take it anymore, your fingers twitch, needing to hold onto something. Searing, white heat rushes through you as you cum with a strangled cry. Bucky slows down, letting you ride out the aftershocks of your orgasm, uttering words of praise before he stops, and carefully pulls his slick covered fingers out of you. “Good girl," he croons.

Your heaving chest is covered in a light sheen of sweat; you can't help but smile. And when you open your eyes, you find him once more above you, smiling back at you. The words almost spill out of you then.

How can anyone look at you like that and not expect you to fall in love.

Swallowing down the aching feeling, you pull him into you, yearning for his skin on yours again to suppress the traitorous thoughts bubbling to the surface. You silence them with his lips on yours.

But even someone as oblivious as your sugar daddy can tell there's more to the way you cling to him, just to grow distant the next moment.

No matter how much he tried to keep it to himself, the burning question has been gnawing at him for a while now.

With a finger to your chin, he tips your head back ever so slightly and stares at you inquisitively, "What's going on in that pretty little head of yours, bunny?”

Oh.

You weren't expecting him to call you out on your behavior or notice the difference in the first place. The question clamps down on your throat. “Nothing.”

Winding your arms around the back of his neck, you rush out a choked, “Just need you s’all.”

You're so consumed by lust, technically you were speaking the truth, and when you practically hump Bucky—grinding up against him, looking for that wonderful friction of his thigh against your core—he can't bring himself to dwell on it. Not now.

“You got me sweetheart, ‘m right here,” he hushes you while pushing back a loose strand of hair. When he kisses you it's passionate, you want to lose yourself in this moment, not have to face tomorrow or any day after.

“Fuck,” he murmurs, and while he fumbles with the buckle of his belt you marvel at the sight of his soft but strong body, moving up to his pouty, pink lips and smiling fondly at the way his disheveled hair sticks out in every direction. What you wouldn't give to cross every boundary, just go ahead and say it.

Finally, he yanks down his black suit pants, the fine italian fabric slides down his thick, muscular thighs. “Daddy,” you whine impatiently, urging him to move faster.

His boxer shorts follow the rest of his clothing that are scattered all over the floor, and from one moment to the next he's in front of you, twisting a hand around his cock. His thumb swipes over his head, smearing pre-cum along the pink tip, and you're just about ready to take matters into your own hand when he finally positions himself at your entrance.

“Hush now, baby. What's got you so needy today, hm?” he drags his tip through your folds, coating his cock in your wetness.

“You.” The answer comes instantly, you don't even have to think about it, and it makes his chest swell with pride. His lips descend onto yours, angling his head with a moan, and while you're caught up in the moment, he pushes himself inside you smoothly.

“You're so fucking tight, bunny," he groans, letting you adjust for a moment before he starts moving. Slowly at first, but it's not long before he speeds up, lavishing your neck with kisses, gently sucking until the skin bruises before he moves up to your lips again.

“You feel so good stretched out around me, y’know that? Taking me so well, good girl. My good girl,” he coos. A particular strong thrust makes you yelp, and Bucky is quick to soothe you. A tender kiss to your forehead, combined with Bucky's presence all over you—his warmth, and body surrounding you—leaves you panting, tears spring into your eyes.

“Please, more.”

His hips snap into yours, “Yeah? My baby wants more?”

You're so frustrated, all you can do is nod as the tears spill over, running down the sides of your face. “Woah, hey- I got you, sweetheart. Do you want to stop?” Bucky's worried eyes scan yours in concern, his thumbs swipe away the tears. He doesn't really know what to do seeing as this has never occurred before.

“No! Please, just- I need you. Please, Bucky,” you huff, almost angry at yourself for not being able to control your feelings.

You try again, this time a little less frantic. “I'm okay. Please Bucky, please fuck me,” you moan, rolling your hips against his. He groans, automatically thrusting up at the feeling.

His body weight on yours is grounding you. Once more your fingers thread through his hair, smoothing down the back of his neck, lightly scratching the fuzz on his nape. Moans mingle together as Bucky seeks his pleasure with each grind, fucking into you faster to reach his peak and guide you to yours.

His thumb plays with your already swollen clit, making you whine against his neck.

“M’gonna come, daddy.” your sweet sounds are muffled by his lips chasing yours desperately.

Just as you feel your high quickly approaching, Bucky's thrusts grow stronger, his girth pumping into you faster and faster. Precise strokes leave you keening, and when Bucky's unoccupied hand goes to your breast, pinching your sensitive nipple between his fingers, you clamp down on him, crying out for him.

His breath hitches as he feels you milking him, and he follows right after you, cock twitching inside you as he spills his release with a strangled groan.

Soothingly he runs his hands over your shaking thighs, his heavy breath warm against your neck.

When he raises his head to peer at you once more, silently asking you— what, you don't know. Are you okay? Are you going to tell me? Are you going to say it?

You shake your head, brushing him off.

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notepadsandtealeaves · 3 years

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Asahi A. || Not-SFW ABCs A Thot’s Thoughts 💦

MINORS/AGELESS BLOGS DO NOT INTERACT || 18+ ONLY ||

|| ao3 version | hq tag | m.lists | main blog ||

↠ Requested By: The Thirst™ ↠ Reader Gender: Neutral ↠ Content Type: HELLA NSFW ((MINORS, BE GONE!! *Suga side chop’s you into the abyss*)) ↠ Chronology: Post time skip ↠ CWs/TWs: Any applicable warnings can be found before their respective section, tho I’ll throw in a general warning for my particular brand of wordy fuckery as well as extreme amounts of thirst for one Asahi Azumane. ↠ Betas? Where they do that at?? ↠ Total WC: 17.3k~ ((sorry, not sorry lmfaooo))

…pls, sir, I’m begging you—unchain my gd heart, you’re not even REAL I cannot be down this bad for a 2D anime man, please…

Let me love you, Mister Azumane…

Here by popular demand—and by that I mean that both myself and @screamin-abt-haikyuu really needed this to be a thing that I wrote lmfao… ((Also sorry that it took me so long, girlie! I don’t even have an excuse, I just suck lmao))

Anyways!

Ngl, this is just me being horny on main thirsting over my softest 2D husband for 17k+ words, so that’s a thing. Other than that there isn’t much else to it, as this is p. much what it says on the tin.

To all my fellow Asahi fuckers: come and be fed.

Aftercare || What they’re like after sex.

Though Asahi is an absolute pro when it comes to aftercare, it takes him a minute to actually get to it. Given how, ahem, thorough he is during each session this shouldn’t really come as a surprise.

Unless there’s a pressing need, he’s gonna pull you in for a little afterglow cuddle session. Even though you’ve just completed an act that brings you as close to oneness as any two beings can be, he cannot help but to crave the contact. Sex is a very intense and intimate thing for him, and it always leaves this soft and precious man well inside his feelings. He tends to get a bit clingy afterwards, ngl, but it’s so sweet and endearing that I promise you that you won’t mind it at all—in fact you’ll come to crave it just as much as he does after your first session or your money back! That’s the Immy Guarantee™!

His hands will skate along the sweat-dampened skin of your back, tracing nonsensical patterns in the mist there as he tries to will his still pounding heart to sync up with yours. Though he babbles a lot during the act itself, he has a tendency to go silent afterwards; like, even if you’re talking to him he’s more opt to reply with little contented hums and huffs, maybe the occasional word or short sentence. It would probably be a little off-putting if you weren’t so close to one another.

If you’ve gotten to this point in your relationship then you’re well aware of his tendency towards reticence. At the end of the day Asahi’s v. much a thinker; for better or for worse he spends a good portion of his time living in his head, and you know this. Naturally you’re the one person he’s most open/vocal around, but even with you he oftentimes falls back into old habits, if only for the comfort factor of it all. He loves the fact that he can just exist with you, can totally be himself without fear of judgement or unwanted commentary. Even if you don’t always understand his habits, you get him, and really that’s the most important thing.

If you were to ever ask him what he’s thinking during these quiet moments the answer will always be a simple “You.” If you ask him to elaborate because, yanno, that’s hella vague, he’ll just toss you a dreamy little smile before saying, “Us, our future, everything… I want it all and I want it with you.” ((pls, sir, I’m begging you—unchain my gd heart, you’re not even REAL I cannot be down this bad for a 2D anime man, please ;n;))

But back to the HC at hand.

Once he’s caught his breath he’ll leave you swaddled up in blankets with a bottle of water and an after-sex snack of your choosing as he gets the bathroom ready for the cleanup. Depending on what you want, he’s either running a bath—complete with all of the fixings—or getting the shower set up. Either way he’s joining you—yanno, providing you aren’t adamant about bathing alone for whatever reason. If you’ve chosen the bath, be prepared to get a nice rub down while you soak; he’ll also wash your hair (and the rest of you, too) if you want. And please, for the love of all that is good and holy, return the favor. He absolutely adores the way your fingers feel on his sudsy skin, and if you bury them in his wet locks?

Bruh.

He’s gone, past tense, deceased. Here lies Asahi Azumane, cause of death: intense relaxation via the love of his life’s magic fingers.

Tho his hands will be all over you, don’t expect anything to pop off unless you initiate it. He’s really just looking to be close to you at this point, but if you were to express the desire for something a bit more involved he wouldn’t be opposed.

Showers p. much run along the same lines, with the only major change being that you’ll probably get done faster since you don’t have the luxury/comfort of sitting. They do make any potential second rounds easier tho since you don’t have to worry about trying to keep the floor dry—but like also have fun trying to keep your balance lol.

Regardless of whatever you do or do not get up to in the bathroom, you’re getting carried back to your bedroom, no exceptions. Tbh, the only real say you have in the matter is if it’s piggyback, princess, or koala style lol. ((and yes, my dear royal, he can pick you up, because he’s v. big and v. strong and v. fictional more’s the gd pity, and also because these are my HCs and I say so, so there)) He’s gonna plop you down in the chair that you’re now fairly certain he purchased for the sole purpose of giving you somewhere comfortable to sit while he changes the sheets. If you tried out something new during the session, this’ll be the time you discuss it/what you did and did not like/etc.; other than that it’s just general chatter or comfortable silences, it all just depends on the vibes.

Once he’s got that squared away he’s gonna pick you up again and tuck you both between the crisp sheets. He’s definitely the type to use the chill that has yet to be driven away as an excuse for you to curl around one another, the silly man. As if anyone needs an excuse to get cozy with a human teddy bear like himself lol. His preferred positioning is really anything that either leaves you directly on top of him or with him curled up around you, but honestly he isn’t too picky; so as long as you’re close he’s content, so chose whichever configuration suits you best.

No matter how you finally choose to settle down, his steadily deepening breaths and the metronomic beat of his heart will be the thing that lulls you into yet another restful night’s sleep.

Body Part || Their favorite body part of theirs and also their partner’s.

On himself it’s probably his shoulders/back—well the whole of his torso, really, but those two areas especially.

For as long as he can remember people have always been annoyingly vocal about their opinions on his appearance, be that good or bad. But regardless of which side of the fence they land on no one can deny the fact that he’s big. Sure he’s v. tall—I personally canon him to top out at 6’3”, but even his canon height of 6’1” is far above the national average—but what’s more, he’s broad. Asahi is just a thick ass boy, with his heavy musculature and those wideset shoulders and broad chest… Smfh, shit don’t make no gd sense, what he doing with all that body??

…right, anyways! Dude’s an absolute unit and a thirst trap besides, and while there are still those out there that find his build to be intimidating, there are even more that, ahem, greatly appreciate the impressive silhouette that he cuts.

The few partners (term used loosely here, as those relationships didn’t amount to much) he’s had as well as the more bold among his admirers have all expressed their admiration of his form as well they should. His broad shoulders, perfectly toned arms, and Greek god-esque torso—good god, his V-cut is dangerous, like that shit should legit be illegal—are all just *chef’s kiss* Beach days/anything else that gets him topless are an absolute blessing that will leave you believing in a higher power if you don’t already because there’s no gd way that a man like that exists purely by happenstance.

As he’s gotten older he’s learned to not put too much stock into the opinions of others, but he has to admit that he doesn’t really mind such talk. Hell, it’s flattering if nothing else—even if it does leave him flustered all to be damned. He’s worked damn hard to obtain and maintain his physique, and while he does this primarily for himself, well…

There’s nothing wrong with others enjoying the fruits of his labor, yeah? Especially if it’s you we’re talking about.

He’s long since developed an appreciation for these parts of his body, but it’s what they do for you specifically that really makes them stand out in his eyes. One of the things that absolutely does it for him is when you snuggle into him for various reasons. Whether you’re seeking comfort after a bad day, looking for a cuddle session, or in need of sleep, you always end up wrapped up in his arms with your head pillowed against his chest. His heartbeat has served as your own personal lullaby far more times than either of you can count, and that just hits with him, like…

For you feel comfortable enough with him to not only share such a gentle, intimate moment, but to also be able to relax enough to fall asleep? That is everything to him. It’s a level of trust and intimacy that he’s never had with a partner before and he just… He falls a little bit deeper for you every time it happens—in fact he almost (definitely) tears up a lil those first few times, ngl lol.

And when he’s inside of you, hips pressed flush and cock buried so deep that neither of you can tell where one ends and the other begins, your hands always make their way to his back. His shoulders serve as anchor and attraction, with the feeling of his muscles bunching and releasing with the rolling snap of each thrust driving you ever closer to the edge as such a display of his raw power is wont to do. The length of his back is always converted into your own personal scratching post when the pleasure becomes too much and you desperately need an outlet for the tension. The sting of your nails biting into his flesh only adds to his pleasure, honestly (as does seeing you go feral for his dick, fuck if he doesn’t absolutely love that shit) so don’t be shy about digging in.

He wears the resulting scratches with a quiet pride; he’s not one to flaunt your bedroom activities to even his closest friends, but if anyone were to see the angry, raised red lines that litter the expanse of his back, well… His replying blush would be well at odds with the little self-satisfied smirk that pulls at his lips. His making you feel so damn good that you’re reduced to such a base, nearly bestial state will always be one of his greatest accomplishments.

Now if it’s your body that we’re talking about then his favorite area’s gotta be the neck.

In the same way you seek your comfort out in his arms/pressed against the beat of his heart, he finds his own when his head is tucked away in the space between your shoulder and jaw. He loves to bury his nose against your soft skin and inhale your scent, cannot get enough of the way you squirm and giggle as he peppers a flurry of kisses (as well as the occasional nip, if he’s feeling especially teasing) to the delicate column. Another thing that he really likes doing is pressing his lips against your pulse point and just lingering? Idk why, I just feel it in my heart that that’s something he does lol. He finds it super comforting for whatever reason; it’s almost as if he’s reminding himself that you’re here with him—safe, sound, and happy.

And when the world is getting on top of him, when invasive thoughts and insecurities that he’s yet to vanquish in full start to hound him, that little cubby becomes a place of solace and safety for him. It doesn’t matter what your size is in comparison to his, you’re always gonna be his port in any storms that life forces him to weather. He’ll just tuck his head in there, breathe deeply, and wait for the steady beat of your heart to calm him. Sometimes he’ll talk, others he’ll listen to your reassurances, and others still you’ll both lay there silently offering succor and accepting it in turn. In any event, make sure that you play with his hair, it’ll help to relax the both of you.

On the less innocent side of things—dude really likes to mark up your neck.

It’s always the quiet/shy ones that be the biggest freaks lmao. And while Asahi isn’t the most out there when it comes to such things, he has found that he has a bit of a possessive streak on him. Nothing soothes that particular itch quite like seeing the evidence of his pointed attentions speckled across the thin skin there. Everything from hickeys to actual bite marks are fair game, tho the latter will always be done by accident; he does like biting, but not that hard. Friction burns are also a thing that’ll occasionally happen thanks to his face scruff, but he’s usually mindful enough that it isn’t something you have to deal with on the regular.

He gets that this isn’t everybody’s thing, so if you’re opposed he’ll abstain, but if you are down… Best to invest in a lot of scarves and high-necked tops, maybe some concealer too for good measure lol…

Cum || Anything to do with cum basically…

CW for talks of unprotected sex. Also cum. Lots and lots of cum talk, tho that’s to be expected considering lol…

It should first be said that Asahi’s favorite place to cum will always be inside you. Mouth, ass, cunt (if you’re in possession of one)—it’s all good to him. Doing so in a condom isn’t nearly as satisfying a way to finish as it is when he’s hitting it raw, but he understands the safety aspect, and he’ll always respect your boundaries besides. Tho once you do allow him to abandon the wrap…

You’re gonna be in for it for the next month at least.

Dude’s gonna be so drunk off of the feel of your walls wrapping around him without that added layer that he’s not gonna be able to control himself. Expect to be filled up to the brim and beyond with his cum. And he cums a lot. The phrase ‘paint your walls’ was made for this man specifically lol. His loads are thick and almost startlingly white, and there’s always so damn much every damn time… Seriously it shouldn’t be possible for him to produce that much cum that frequently/consistently, and yet…

He loves watching it drip out of you in a viscous stream, your thoroughly fucked-out body—overly-sensitive and still twitching from the lingering vestiges of your last orgasm—pushing it from your quivering hole in steady pulses. If you let him he’ll gladly gather it up on his fingers and push it back in just to watch it come sliding out again, a thing he’ll be hella embarrassed about once the sex fog lifts from his brain. He’s never considered himself overly kinky per se, and honestly this isn’t even that out there, but he’s self-conscious about it either way so please—even if you’re not a fan—don’t tease him about it.

Dirty Secret || Pretty self-explanatory, a dirty secret of theirs.

This isn’t a ‘dirty secret’ so much as it’s just embarrassing for him, and thusly he’s determined to take it to his grave, but… He’s an avid pillow humper—or, well, he used to be before you came along.

Dude wasn’t even getting so much as a kiss in high school since half of the people there were terrified of him while the other half didn’t think he was worth pursuing for various bullshit reasons (their loss, I say). Once his college years came around and he finally started dating he wasn’t exactly the type to get too into the physical stuff too quickly. He wanted to make sure that his partner was interested in him as a man and not just in it for his body, yanno?

It took him a long time to be comfortable enough for anything more than some heavy petting, and even then it never really went beyond hand stuff. As a result Asahi’s an absolute fingering god, btw; he can and will reduce to you to a puddle with little more than a few pointed movements of those ridiculously long digits, but I digress, so let’s move on.

So yeah, sex wasn’t really a thing he was having prior to you, albeit by choice, but he still had his needs and that’s where the pillow came in lol. Fairly early on he found that he preferred audios to visual porn, so after grabbing a pillow, he’d queue up a few of those, pop in his earbuds, and get to it. Even with a good amount of lube the act would become uncomfy (not to mention messy) fairly quickly, so he’d usually end up fisting his cock somewhere towards the middle of things. The added buffer gave him something a bit nicer to thrust into while he ground his way to completion. Right before he came he’d always be sure to flip over so as not to ruin the pillow completely—not that it really made much of a difference given how much he leaked even before spilling, but yeah lol.

He was so glad when he was finally able to give up this particular habit if for no other reason than he didn’t have to try to sneak his cum pillow into the wash at o’dark-thirty anymore lmao…

Experience || How experienced are they? Do they know what they’re doing?

Tho he has had a few encounters prior to settling down with you, it was nothing too extensive. As I said literally in the last letter, things never really got too far beyond the heavy petting phase.

Aside from fingering/hand jobs and the like, any and all real experience he acquired either through the few bits of visual porn he consumed, over-sharing conversations with The Boys™, or from trial and error with you. This made for some awkward situations here and there, but honestly I think it would be kind of fun helping him learn or fumbling through together if you were just as inexperienced.

As a result his skills are very you-centric (dude can, no lie, take you apart in five minutes or less lol), but it’s just as well as he doesn’t plan on giving you up anytime soon—or ever, really—if he can help it.

Favorite Position || This goes without saying.

Brief talk of breeding kinks and implied impregnation attempts, Reader’s gender be damned lol.

↠ This precious sap is an absolute sucker for missionary.

He knows that it’s v. vanilla of him, but like… it just hits on so many levels. The closeness, the intimacy, his being able to see your every expression, and then there is the whole size kink thing that he’s got going on lmao. Even if you’re of a comparable stature or larger than him it doesn’t really matter; in his eyes you’ll always look so small, sweet, and vulnerable when you’re underneath him like this. Having you desperately holding on to him—arms anchored around his neck and legs wrapped snugly around his hips as you urge him to take you impossibly deeper, with your whimpers, moans, and sighs rising up to soothe his eager ears? Yeah, that shit’s *chef’s kiss*

↠ In a similar vein he loves a good mating press.

Or really any position that allows him to take you nice and deep, but mating presses are especially favored, because again—eye contact. He absolutely lives for watching your face contort under the strain of your bliss. Dilated pupils that eclipse nearly the whole of your irises, the wrinkle of your brow, the way your pretty lips part around pants and words of praise (or if you’re fucked-out enough, the way your tongue lolls out of your mouth, liquid leaking from the corners of lips and eyes both as you succumb to the pleasure that’s wracking your frame), and the light sheen of sweat the covers the whole of your skin…

…needless to say his taking you like this puts him in a mood lol.

He’s not usually one for especially involved dirty talk (intentionally, that is; but with how much he talks during he does it a lot without thinking lol), but the minute he’s got your legs pressed up against your chest absolute filth pours out of his mouth. He’ll swear up and down that he does not have a breeding kink, but his constant promises to fill you up until your body has no choice but to submit and make you even more his says otherwise lmao. He doesn’t even care if it’s actually possible or not, won’t even remember half of what he’s saying once he comes down from his high, but fuck if it isn’t hot as hell in the moment.

↠ Rounding out the top three is literally anything that gets you on top of him.

Doesn’t matter if you’re fully taking the reins or if he’s guiding your hips with gentle, but insistent hands as he thrusts up into you, he loves it all. As you can probably tell by now, he’s v. much into the visual aspect of things. He loves watching the way your body reacts while it’s bouncing on his cock. The way it bobs and sways in time with the combined rolling of your hips is hypnotic to the point where he’s over-stimmed you both on multiple occasion because he just cannot stand to lose that view ((and also because he’s very much into over-stimulation in general, but more on that in ‘K’ 👀))

Goofy || Are they more serious in the moment, or are they humorous? Etc.

Eh, it honestly just depends. As he’s gotten older, Asa’s become comfortable with allowing things to happen as they may. Yes, he greatly values plans and structure if for no other reason than they help to soothe his anxiety, but he’s not so locked into things that deviation will ruin him/send him straight into a panic attack, yanno?

With you especially he’s found that he’s more than comfortable with following your moods, so if you’re looking for a lighter, more carefree romp he’s down. Likewise he’s just as willing to make the sweetest love to you as he is to blow your back out. It all just depends on what it is you’re both looking for.

Now if we’re talking his default setting, he’s more apt to want something sweet and meaningful. As I’ve already established, he sees sex as something sacred; it’s the ultimate form of human connection, and as such he treats it with all due reverence. If left to his own devices, he’ll worship at the altar of your body for as long as you’ll allow him to.

That said he still likes to tease a bit, but it’s always on the lighter side of things when he’s like this. He doesn’t deny you anything for long, but he does like to make you use your words, so expect lots of How do you want me?’s and Tell me what you need, sweetheart’s and the like. He loves seeing you get all flustered as you struggle to form a proper response, it’s just so damn cute to him. But if it ever gets to be too much all you gotta do is give him The Look and he’ll be quick to give you what you need because he’s soft af for you.

Hair || How well-groomed are they, does the carpet match the drapes? Etc.

The carpet would match the drapes if he bothered to keep it around lol.

Asahi’s a v. well-groomed individual in general, one with a penchant for minimalistic styles and sleek lines. That this translates over in such a way is kinda odd, ngl, but it’s whatever. He doesn’t really grow much body hair and what little there is there is more of a nuisance than anything so he opts to get rid of it. He waxes everything below his neck—and I do mean everything. There’s not one bit of stray hair to be found on this man, do you hear me? ((yes, I’m well aware that this isn’t exactly the norm in Japan, but this is a horny set of HCs so just go with it lol))

That said, he doesn’t mind it if his partner’s not likewise inclined. At the end of the day it’s your body, and you’re free to do with it as you please. He would like it if you kept things neat and trimmed down there, but honestly this boy gets so drunk on you so quickly that he won’t really be fussed by the length of your hair once you get into things.

Intimacy || How are they during the moment, the romantic aspect…

Asahi is the ultimate romantic—do not fight me on this, you don’t want this smoke, I promise you lmao.

But seriously, look at this man whom is the embodiment of sweetness and adoration for all things you and try to tell me that he wouldn’t worship you like a devout supplicant.

Yeah, that’s what I fucking thought.

Like I said back in ‘G’, he’s all for Love Making™, so it should come as no surprise that he’s v. much into the romance of it all. He’s definitely the type to hold your hands while he fucks you nice and slow and deep, a dopey lil lovesick grin pulling at his lips while his eyes stay fixed on yours. It’ll certainly leave your heart (among other things) aching.

He’s also very into setting a scene. You’ve come home on more than one occasion to find a trail of rose petals (plucked by his very own fingers from a bouquet purchased specifically for this purpose rip to your now stained carpet lmao …he used silk petals every time after that) leading you from the front door to your shared bedroom—a room that has been totally decked out with more flowers, mood lighting, and a ‘let me rearrange your guts, but in a loving and respectful way’ playlist filling the perfumed air.

Is this sappy and cliché? Hell yes.

Does that make it any less endearing? Hell no.

Asahi just has this unwitting charm about himself that keeps the whole storybook romance thing that he’s so given to from feeling disingenuous. With anyone else it would seem uninspired or like they were trying too hard, but with him you know it’s real.

When he’s bearing his heart to you in such a sincere manner, how can you do anything but accept it—accept him—with the same level of unabashed devotion?

Jack Off || The Masturbation Headcanon™

He doesn’t really have strong feelings on it one way or another. It’s pleasurable, yes, but at the end of the day it’s more akin to maintenance than anything in his eyes.

Prior to getting with you he was able to get by with a solo session once, maybe twice a week. His sex drive was on the lower end of normal, but given his proclivities it was something that was actually by design. He saw no real point in keeping himself frustrated when he knew he wouldn’t be able to really do much about it, yanno? And even when he was in his former relationships the frequency with which he masturbated didn’t really change, tbh.

Once with you he doesn’t really bother with getting himself off because why would he when he’s got a perfectly beautiful, loving, and very much willing partner right here? Ofc this doesn’t mean that he expects you to perform on command or anything. He’s always v. respectful and mindful of your desires, so if you’re not in the mood for whatever reason he’s more than willing to keep a lid on things. That said he probably still won’t take matters into his own hands (pun very much intended lol), preferring instead to save it all up for you…

…this may have led to you walking with a limp a time or several, but we don’t talk about that lmao…

Kink || One or more of their kinks.

There aren’t too many CWs to be found here, but what few there are will be before the applicable section.

Other than that, please mind the titles! If the subject matter is something that doesn’t sit well with you for whatever reason then simply skip over it.

Asahi doesn’t think of himself as being especially kinky per se, buuut…

Overall he’s naturally on the more vanilla side of things, with his dom streak being the kinkiest thing about him. Could he be convinced to move outside of his comfort zone? Sure. So long as you respect his limits and give him time to do his research he’s willing to at least try most things with/for you.

All that said, here’s a list of what I think to be his top five six kinks in no real order—enjoy~ ;)

1 || Dom/Sub Dynamics

CW/TW for the daddy kink I’m sure this man has lmao. I’ve marked those bits off with a ‼ (4 in total) so you can skip over it if you so choose.

Also shades of dumbification on Asahi’s part (yes, it gets that real lol) further in the section.

↠ Listen, Asahi Azumane is a dom-leaning switch and nothing you say can convince me otherwise.

↠ He’s pretty adaptable as far as doms go, with the exception being him being especially mean.

He just cannot bring himself to mistreat you, even if you’re begging for it, but more on that in ‘N’.

It should also be said that he’s a very reluctant brat tamer lol. Like he can do it, but honestly it’s not his favorite.

A spot of defiance here and there is fine and a bit fun, but when you’re constantly pushing against him just for the sake of it, it gets boring to him tbh, and no small bit frustrating.

We can only ever filter things through the lenses that we collect throughout our lifetime, and well, Asahi has dealt with a lot of bull when it comes to people treating him poorly.

Ofc he knows that’s not what this is about at all, but your constantly going against him runs a bit too closely to memories and past experiences that he’d really rather not be thinking about when he’s trying to be with you like this.

So yeah, I personally think that hard brats should probably miss him as things are bound to go sideways, and sooner rather than later.

↠ His default setting is that of a pleasure dom.

((…am I using this term right? Idk, and I’m too lazy to look it up lol))

What I mean by that is that, when he’s giving in to his more natural urges he’s sweet, but firm, with his only real concern being making you feel as good as possible.

He’s naturally very attentive, caring, and an absolute expert on all things you. That he uses these traits to systematically take you apart in the bedroom shouldn’t come as a surprise, honestly.

He really likes to make you use your words because watching your brain struggle to articulate a request through the sex fog/your flustered state/etc. in real time is just so damn cute to him.

He’s definitely the type to give you all the orgasms that your body can handle—and maybe one or two more beyond that because he’s got a thing for over-stimulation, but I’ve got a whole section dedicated to that so let’s move on.

‼ So about that daddy kink that I mentioned earlier lmao…

Look, I know—I know, but hear me out.

So this is a kink that he will probably never realize he has until you flip that switch.

He will not be the one to insist on or initiate this, but if you were to ever call him Daddy, even jokingly, he’d be… intrigued to say the least.

If it does initially happen in a joking manner and-or outside the bedroom he’ll be going a shade even as he tells you that “–you shouldn’t be starting something you can’t finish, little love” because he’ll be damned if he’s gonna be the only one left flustered.

Though he’s p. sure you were kidding he cannot stop thinking of the way the word rolled off of your tongue, how it sounded so good, so sweet, even with the underlying teasing lilt—and that’s saying nothing of the way those two syllables went straight to his cock, like…

Yeah, needless to say our boy has just unlocked the trophy for a hidden kink lol.

‼ Ngl, he’s not really sure what to do with any of this at first.

He’ll sit on his discovery for a little bit as he tries to come to terms with things, and he’ll definitely do some research (first and foremost to make sure there’s nothing wrong with him lol) and also to learn about the dynamics of the kink and such.

He’ll find that he’s not into things fully—like he’s not really looking to carry the dynamic outside of the bedroom in a full on Daddy/Little type deal.

In fact what he wants hasn’t actually changed. He’s always wanted to take care of you, to make sure your every need and desire is not just met, but given to you in abundance—now he just has a new label he can attach to it.

But even with it all mostly sorted out in his head he’ll be v. reluctant to bring it up to you unless he knows it’s something you’re into.

This is one of those kinks that people are very rarely neutral on, and he never wants to risk making you uncomfortable, esp. over something that’s not a must for him, so unless you broach the subject yourself he more than likely won’t either.

‼ Now if you were to call him this on accident in the bedroom, or better yet with intent, he’ll roll with it beautifully.

He’s already a god-tier dom, but you add this kink in the mix and…

Whew chile, let me tell you.

Dude’ll instantly start calling himself Daddy and he’s gonna make sure you keep doing the same. He may let the occasional slip of his name or an endearment slide if he sees that he’s fucked you dumb, but he’s pretty into the use of the title so don’t expect to get away with it too often.

In general he’ll be even more intent on you using your words because he wants Daddy’s pretty baby to tell him how they feel, what they want and need. Ofc he may not always give you the former, but you’ll always, always get the latter.

‼ This isn’t something that he always indulges in, and will rarely initiate himself. Nine times outta ten you’ll have to flip that switch if you want to get him into that mode, but when you do you’ll instantly become his baby boy/baby doll/baby girl/pretty baby—no exceptions lol.

↠ No matter the flavor of dom, he always makes sure to take good care of his sweetheart.

Before, during, and after the act he always makes sure that you’re feeling good. He absolutely pampers you to hell and back.

He just wants to spoil you rotten, really—tbh, it low-key, high-key gets him off lol.

↠ On the other side of the spectrum we have subby Asahi.

Pillow prince? Pillow prince.

What? He just really likes being coddled, okay?

But he’s not bratty or pushy about things, no he’s the absolute sweetest boy you could ask for.

He’s always asking you to take care of him, to make him feel good… Has really good manners too, saying please and thank you without prompting unless he’s gone nonverbal from the pleasure.

Speaking of which—fuck him or ride him, it’s all good because it’s all you.

However, comma, he really likes it when you ride him—especially if you do it well beyond the point of his orgasm.

But again, there’s a section about that, so let’s move on.

Anyways! He absolutely loves it when you take the reins.

Even when he’s the one being pampered he really gets off on the fact that he’s making you feel good.

The idea of you using him to get yourself off Does Things to him, ngl, so if you tie him up and take what you need… Yeah, it’s game over for him.

He’s also not opposed to the use of titles, so if there’s something you wanna be called just let him know.

↠ If you’re fucking him—be that with your cock or a strap—be prepared for him to turn into a whining, crying mess.

He begs so pretty, you’ll be hard pressed to deny him anything—especially when his eyes get all glassy and his mouth pouts up.

((I swear, even if you’re a dedicated sub like me, this man will turn you into a switch with how damn cute and needy he gets when he drops into subspace.))

He always gets so damn clingy when you’re taking him. Like dude will legit lock his arms around you, bury his face against your neck, and whine as he rolls his hips in time with your thrusts.

Watching him go feral like that is hot ofc, but if you want a bit more agency in things simply tell him to keep his hands to himself. He’s a v. good listener, never mind the fact that he wants to be good for you, so he’ll do his best to comply.

Tying him up is also an option, and one that he’s not at all opposed to, just so ya know.

His cock always gets so damn leaky and twitchy when you’re inside of him. It’s an enticing sight to be sure, but unless you want him to bust fairly quickly resist the urge to stroke him–

–well unless you want to get into that over-stimming we talked about before lol.

Also he’s really good about using his safeword/actions, so you never have to worry about pushing him further than what he’s okay with.

(But be sure to check in with him periodically regardless—that’s what a good and caring dom should always do!)

↠ No matter how things go down be sure to heap on the praise because honey’s most definitely got a praise kink a mile wide which leads me to my next point…

2 || Praise

CW for mentions of mirror sex. Yeah, uhh… our boy likes to watch you watching yourself fall apart lol…

↠ Asahi’s praise kink is off the fucking charts, and it goes both ways.

↠ He is absolutely the most affirming partner you’ll ever have. This is partly due to him being a sex babbler (see ‘V’ for more on that), and partly because he really wants you to know just how good you’re making him feel.

And rest assured, you are absolutely sending him. His head’s not empty tho, and how could it be when it’s so full up on thoughts of you?

He always thinks that you’re the prettiest person to ever ever, but he cannot help but to find you especially striking when you’re coming undone in his arms.

The sight’s so mesmerizing, in fact, that he thinks you should get to see it too.

He has definitely propped you up in his lap a time or several—your back pressed firmly against his (broad, so damn b r o a d, I wanna climb him please) chest, legs tossed over either side of his own, and head firmly fixed towards the mirror before you.

It may be a bit embarrassing at first, having yourself laid bare in such a manner, but all it takes is one look at Asahi to settle the worst of your nerves. The unabashed adoration—love, desire—that is written plain and pure across his face won’t allow for you to feel anything but beautiful in that moment.

Add to that the sweet words he’s whispering in your ear—murmurs of how breathtaking you look all spread open and wanting, and how prettily you fall apart for him, as well as declarations of love and promises to make you feel just as good as you’re making him feel, all spoken between his own sounds of pleasure—and you’ll be falling apart well before either of you expects.

Ofc this isn’t anything new, he’s always like this with you, but it just hits different when you can finally see all that longing and love syruping through both of your eyes in real time.

↠ Naturally Asahi loves to be praised just as much, but dammit if it doesn’t leave him flustered every time.

It’s so funny because words of affirmation are probably his favorite way to receive affection, but at the same time it short circuits him?

Knowing that you think so fondly of him in general turns him to goo, but the minute that shit carries over into the bedroom–

*Asahi.exe has stopped working*

At the start of things he turns SO red, like to the point where it’s actually legitimately concerning—like my guy, please don’t literally pass out on me while you’re balls deep, I don’t want to have to explain this to the EMTs lol.

As he gets more used to the praise he starts to revel in it. He never fully loses that initial burst of shyness that the words bring, but it doesn’t shake him like it used to—most times, anyway.

He still has days where your crooned praise’ll leave him burying his head against you even as he continues to rut away. This mostly happens when he’s in subspace tho.

If it’s a more standard session he’s more apt to take it in stride (rosedusted cheeks notwithstanding), and will more than likely go back and forth with you.

Lots of “Yeah, you think so, pretty?”s and “Glad I’m making you feel good—love taking care of my baby”s and the like.

He’ll also probably turn it back on you with a compliment of his own.

More often than not your bedroom banter pretty much boils down to some “No you” type mess lol.

3 || Over-Stimulation

↠ It’s funny because I’ve referred to this section several times, but there isn’t really too much more to be said on the matter.

↠ ((lol, jk, we all know I have way too much to say on the subject))

↠ Asahi’s relationship with over-stimulation started way back in his pillow humping days.

He’d get so into it—or rather so lost in the fantasy that he created in his mind’s eye—that he’d just keep grinding long after he initially came.

Floating on post-orgasmic endorphins, he barely registered that thrumming bit of discomfort that preluded the next round of bliss—in fact he soon came to enjoy it if only because he knew what it always led to.

Even when he would masturbate in a more traditional manner he’d still keep pulling at his spent cock until he wrung at least one more load out of it (tho in actuality he usually would go for three in total; dude really out there cumming that many times in a row and then acting surprised when he’s got the stamina to fuck you for literal hours, smfh…)

↠ But that’s when he’s alone.

↠ With you, over-stimming is one of those things he’s really into, but also really shy about.

Despite the fact that he doesn’t ever actually bring it up to you, you’ll probably figure it out fairly quickly as he has a tendency to do it to himself a lot, which oftentimes means that he does it to you by proxy lol.

Even after he’s made you both cum he’ll just keep rutting away, the cutest little whimpers and whines pushing themselves out of his throat all the while, his eyes fixed on the white that now coats his cock to sit heavy in a thick ring around its base.

Most times he’ll stop himself before things get too uncomfortable for you, but if he’s especially love drunk he’ll keep going at it until he’s hard again unless you stop him, so that’s a thing.

↠ He likewise loves to see you coming to the end of yourself after one too many orgasms have left you brained.

There’s something magical about watching your fucked out body try to figure out if it wants more or if the pleasure has finally and truly entered the realm of too much, your mouth parting around every plea your scatted mind can grasp on to—every one except for that which will truly set you free of this divine torture.

Your feeble hands dig into his sweat-slicked flesh in an attempt to push him away even as your body rocks towards him in a bid for more that is…

Gods, he honestly doesn’t even have words for it, honestly.

He always thinks you’re beyond beautiful in those moments, a pretty little wreck of his own making.

↠ If you’re not into it for yourself he gets that and is more than okay with it!

↠ …but uhhh… He’d greatly appreciate it if you’d oblige him lol.

He’s definitely the type to ask you to fuck him through his orgasms.

Lots of “Please baby, don’t stop—please”s and “Make me cum again”s “Hurts so good”s.

((ugggh—how can one man be so cute and so hot at the same time? For why and for how and for fucking what??))

That said he won’t ask you to keep fucking him past your own comfort, but you do have hands and a mouth and if you were to put them to work he wouldn’t be opposed.

At all.

In fact watching your hands slide along the length of his messy cock—or, gods help him, watching it disappear into the warmth of your mouth—is its own special brand of bliss.

↠ However you get him there, the sight and sound of his writhing and panting through that next orgasm is definitely worth it, so do the thing, guys…

4 || Cockwarming

↠ It’s the intimacy for him.

↠ Just having his baby close, bodies pressed flush as you simply enjoy the connection? *chef’s kiss*

↠ This is something that he’s willing to indulge in any time.

Want your cuddles to get a bit more involved while you’re watching a movie, but not so much so that you lose the plot? Back that ass up and let ya boy roll through.

Could be that work and-or school was hellish and draining for you, and all you want to do is feel your man as deeply as possible, but lack the stamina to do too much. It’s all good, climb on and let him hold you for a bit while you vent.

His work is just as demanding, especially at the top of a new season, often eating away at his free time. When the late nights start to pile up, leaving your bodies to cry out for reprieve with a desperation that demands something, anything—just a little, just enough to take the edge off—he’s got you.

Or maybe you’re the one taking care of him. Letting him latch on to whatever bit of you he needs, however he needs to until his breaths turn heavy with contentment.

↠ If you’re not looking for anything more than a cuddle he’s cool with that.

In fact that’s almost always what his own intentions are when he initiates the act himself.

Once he settles into things, he’s v. good about voicing his wants, so if he says he wants you to warm his cock, that’s really all that he’s looking for.

The pair of you have fallen asleep like this dozens of times, ngl. It’s just so damn cozy and comfy and warm and safe—how could you not?

↠ But of course if you are trying to get something started, well…

…he definitely isn’t opposed.

He’s not good at denying you (his teasing streak aside), and that’s saying nothing of the fact that you feel incredible wrapped around his dick. Your body’s always so soft and warm and pliant under his touch—all for him, all his, to do to and with what he pleases…

Soft and sweet tho the act may start out, it’s definitely one of those things that can get him in a Mood fairly easily, so if you’re not looking to get ravished you’re gonna want to make that clear up front lol.

5 || Mutual Masturbation

↠ Part of him wonders if this makes him a voyeur, tbh.

↠ Like he’s literally sitting here, cock in hand, as he watches you get off—that’s p. much the definition, right? Or at least close enough to it for his mind to draw a parallel.

But it’s not as if he’s some weirdo creeper-peeper watching you through your window without your knowledge.

And obviously you’re okay with it, more than okay, clearly. He’s sure that you wouldn’t be sat directly across from him otherwise—fingers repeatedly filling your greedy hole, heavily lidded eyes locked on to his, and his name on your lips.

At the end of the day your comfort is the only thing he really has to concern himself with, so if you’re good, he’s great.

↠ Once he gets past his initial awkwardness/out of his own head about it, he finds that he’s hard pressed to look away from you—not that he was really able to do so before.

Even when he turned his eyes away he’d always find them wandering back to the hypnotic display before him.

There’s something magical and almost forbidden about watching you play with yourself, as if he’s collecting knowledge that isn’t his to horde.

It’s a silly notion, he knows, but that’s just the way his brain is sometimes. And it’s not as if it’s ever been enough to keep him from using what he’s learned to pull you apart himself once it’s his turn…

His attentions are laser-focused all the while, roving over the whole of you as he catalogs all of your actions and reactions—from the moves that leaves you bucking desperately into your own hand, to the way your body works its way through its release (so similar to how you fall apart under his care, and yet somehow different), to the softness that slows your movements and tints your words you as you slowly come back to yourself.

For this reason alone it’s a really intense, really intimate activity.

↠ He’s so singular in his concentration that he actually doesn’t even remember that he’s jerking himself off as well lol.

He usually ends up mimicking your speed as his subconscious mind is wishing that he was the one making you feel that good. But knowing that he’s been relegated to a simple observer he can only go through the motions for now.

Tho he looks damn good while he does, lbr.

Skin flushed, bottom lip swollen and ruddy from where he keeps pulling it in between his teeth, and muscles taut and rippling as he exercises every last bit of restraint that his massive frame possesses to keep from pulling you under him so he can love on you right…

↠ Yeah, more often than not he finds himself regretting initiating the act, but also not really because this is the sweetest torture he could ever ask for.

6 || Thigh Riding/Dry Humping

↠ I usually like to cap these at five as that’s a nice round number, but I haven’t been able to shake this idea since my hoe ass brain first decided to plague me with it.

↠ This man undoubtedly has god-tier thighs that’re practically made for grinding against, but that’s not even the bit that’s got me so fucked up.

↠ Once he sees how much you love rutting yourself against his thighs it sparks his interest.

Does it really feel that good? I mean obviously it does, given how much you leak all over his leg well before you cum, but… He just doesn’t get it?

But he’d like to.

Despite his best efforts he’s pretty damn obvious about it.

He’ll just keep staring at your thighs with a weird amount of intensity, the light blush that coats his face deepening until he’s flushed from his scalp all the way down to his chest.

So, so cute and so, so obvious—like painfully so lol.

↠ Whether you decide to take pity on him and offer up a ride or make him use his words he’s gonna be reluctant.

Part of it is his size. Even if you’re of similar stature he’s always so careful with how he interacts with you as he’d never be able to forgive himself if he ever hurt you.

Ofc the bulk of this worry is fueled by the last lingering remnants of those voices that hounded him way back when, but it’s nothing that a few well-placed words of reassurance from you can’t fix.

Once he’s gotten over that bit the next hurdle is just general embarrassment.

Coming at things from the other side gives him a whole new appreciation for both you and your relationship.

He has no idea if you also perceive it this way, but for him it’s a very intimate and vulnerable act. He doesn’t know why, but it leaves him feeling exposed, and he’s not entirely sure how he feels about it.

Encouragement is key at this juncture, as well as reminding him about the initial curiosity that led him to this point.

Don’t think that this is you pushing at his boundaries, btw, as that’s not your intent and certainly not the way he takes it. You’re simply helping him to weigh pros against cons; ultimately the decision is his to make and you both know and respect that.

All that said, he loves you and trusts you to take care of him; between that and his curiosity he’ll definitely come around.

↠ So now you’ve finally got him perched on your knee (and I do mean perched as he’s still hesitant to rest the full of his weight on you), what comes next?

↠ The ride of a goddamn lifetime, that’s what.

At first he’s still a bit nervous. He’ll pinch his eyes shut as he sets up a slow glide. You’ll probably have to help him find a rhythm because he’s still too in his head at this point.

You’ll feel him slowly start to relax once your hands find purchase on his hips—an unsurprising development given how soothing he always finds your touch to be.

As he yields, slowly pull him more firmly against you and watch how his demeanor changes.

All those barely there touches were primers, only really serving to make him more sensitive, so by the time he’s grinding against you properly it feels good. Better than that, really–

It’s amazing, and suddenly he gets it.

Once he gets going he gets so into it—like to the point where he’s anchoring his hands to whatever it is you’re sitting on for leverage lol.

You can feel the whole of his impressive length (leaky and hot and hard) sliding along every inch of your thigh, from the bone of your hip all the way down to the ball of your knee and back again, in a desperate pitch.

A litany of needy sounds is falling from his mouth without restraint, and you know that any embarrassment that he felt has long since been forgotten.

↠ If your seat allows for it, he’ll probably end up flattening you against it, with the whole of his massive frame writhing against you in a sinuous wave.

He’s moving as if he’s legitimately fucking you and it’s so damn hot, but that’s not the best part.

No, the best part is the fact that you’re getting an impromptu thigh job.

Those long limbs of his gotta go somewhere, yeah? And as it just so happens the leg that’s nestled between yours is pressed right up against your core.

You can feel the thick muscle there bunching and releasing in time with his desperate ruts, and while the pressure isn’t as steady as what you’d like, that can be easily remedied.

The pair of you end up grinding against each other like two horny teenagers—a thing that you’d probably laugh over if you weren’t so gone yourself.

↠ Given the mess that follows soon after a shower will be required. Don’t be surprised if when Asahi’s ready for round one.

↠ ‘Round one’ because, while what you’d just done felt divine–

↠ “–it doesn’t count, honey—not until I’m buried deep, deep inside my pretty baby…”

Location || Favorite places to do the do.

CW for talk of semi-public sex acts. 👀👀👀

Anywhere within the comfort of your shared home is gonna be at the top of the list (and I do mean anywhere, this boy is not picky at all lol), but a close second is a backroom/storage closet/literally anywhere that’ll offer you enough privacy/space to get down and dirty at an event.

I said it once, and I’ll say it again—it’s always the quiet ones that be the biggest goddamn freaks.

He’s not an exhibitionist by any means, in fact the thought of someone actually catching you two in the act is rattling enough that if he thinks on it too long he’ll legit go soft, but like… Idk, I guess it’s more the urgency and desperation in the act, that driving want that won’t allow for you to wait until you get back home that all but demands to be sated right then and there, that actually does it for him.

We all know that Asahi looks damn good in a suit—and how could he not, between his build and his fashion sense?—but he thinks you look just as stunning in eveningwear. Because of this the two of you are usually late past the point of being fashionable (or excusable for that matter) whenever an event requires you to get all dolled up. As you can imagine this is especially awkward when it’s his own damn fashion shows that you’re late to lmfao. Even when you’re wearing something as casual as a pair of sweats and a tank he finds you beyond beautiful, so when you’re all dressed up, esp. if you’re wearing something he designed?? Yeah, mans finds it physically physically impossible to keep his hands off of you.

Even tho he’ll take you thoroughly before you leave the house (or hotel room, as is more often the case), he’s gonna want you again and again and a-fucking-gain. What? It’s not like you look any less good than you did back home. In fact he’d argue that you look even better now with your hair and clothes just a touch mussed. There’s a slight frizz in your locks that you couldn’t quite tame before leaving, a subtle wrinkle to the material of your ensemble from where it crumpled under his fists not even an hour ago, and he’s trying so hard to be good, he swears it, but eventually all that restraint he’s been practicing is gonna crumble under the weight of his desire for you.

You know he’s finally cracked when he politely extracts the pair of you from whatever conversation you’re currently stuck in with an excuse so transparent that he may as well have told the whole of the venue that he’s about to take you in the back and fuck your soul clean out of your body lmao. Doesn’t help matters that he’ll be damn near dragging you out of the room with this really pinched expression, body slightly hunched over in a (failed) attempt to hide his rapidly growing bulge. He’ll lead you down halls that you’re pretty sure you’re not supposed to be traversing, all the while muttering about how torturous the night has been for him. He’ll try door after door until he finds a space that’ll suit your needs, tho if he’s desperate enough he’s willing to settle for an off-path nook and hands pressed firmly over mouths…

It’s always a bit embarrassing when you both stumble back into the main room on shaky legs looking far less put together than last anyone saw you, but it’s never been a big enough deterrent to keep him from pulling this particular stunt time and again…

Motivation || What turns them on, gets them going?

Thoughtfulness.

Asahi’s favorite way to receive love is through acts of service. No matter how long you’ve been together it never ceases to amaze him that you not only love him, you care for him. Though the two should go hand-in-hand, life has taught him that that isn’t always the case, unfortunately. There are people in his life that he likes to believe love him on some level, if only because they’re close family members, but the blatant disregard that they’ve shown for his happiness/mental wellbeing over the years… Well, needless to say that he’s since removed these people from his life, choosing to love them from afar instead of keeping them close where they can continue to do him harm.

But this is all getting a bit too heavy, so let us move on.

Anyways, going from such a selfish form of love to having something so pure and boundless and giving with you… Gods. He honestly never thought that he’d be so blessed. As he’s gotten older he’s gotten better at voicing his needs with the expectation of having them heard and respected, but even tho he knows that there’s nothing wrong with doing so it can still leave him feel burdensome from time to time. He knows that’s just his brain being wack, but sometimes it can’t be helped, yanno? When you do things for him unprompted, anticipating his needs in a way that almost feel psychic at times, it really does go a long way with silencing the vicious voices that try to take up residence in his head. Having someone not only know him well enough to have that level of foresight, but also care for him enough to take those extra steps for him?

He’s not crying, you’re crying, hush…

Whenever you do something for him to make his day a little easier/brighter, to make his load lighter, or ‘just because’ it goes right to his heart—and his dick lol. It shouldn’t be too much of a shocker, not when you think of the way he’s wired. He’s a highly emotional being, and when it comes to you it doesn’t take much for all the love he feels for you to slip over from wholesome to hoesome.

In cases like these he usually doesn’t act on it as he almost finds it… not exactly distasteful on his part, but it… idk, kinda feels like it lessens things if he repays your kindness with seeming random horniness. He doesn’t want to you to ever think that he only wants you in that way, never wants you to feel cheap or anything of the like so he makes a vested effort to keep a lid on things. Still, knowing him as well as you do you’ll probably make the connection fairly quickly. If you bring it up to him expect a rapidly spoken, hella stammer-y apology followed by a more in depth explanation once he calms down some. After hearing him out be sure to let him know that there’s nothing to be ashamed of; love and intimacy expresses itself in many forms, and if this is the kind that gets him going, that’s perfectly fine.

This is a rather powerful bit of knowledge, so once you do know try not to abuse it. Ofc that isn’t to say to stop doing stuff for him, but like just don’t make it weird for the guy lol. Express your interest if you’re that way inclined and gauge his willingness in turn (because his being a lil turned on doesn’t mean he’s actually looking to do anything about it, yanno?) and go from there.

All that aside, he’s v. touch sensitive. It’s the feather light touches (esp. if they’re to the back of his neck or over his bear arms) that really get to him. Ofc if you play with his hair he’ll turn to goo in like .5 seconds, tho to be honest this has just a good of a chance of putting him to sleep as it does of turning him on lol. But! If your lips brush against his ear while you’re talking—bonus points for playing on his voice kink and whispering something spicy in your bedroom voice—the warmth of your breath dancing over his skin to give him goosebumps, and forcing him to repress the pleasurable shudder that wants so badly to wrack his frame…

Hells yeah, leggo lmao.

No || Something they wouldn’t do, turn offs?

He’s absolutely never gonna degrade you.

Given all that he’s been forced to endure, Asahi places more emphasis on words than the average person. This isn’t to say that those spoken by others affect him as severely as they once did, but rather that he’s v. purposeful on how he wields his own—especially when it comes to you.

Harsh words, even when spoken for a specific purpose and with your consent, are never gonna be something he’s comfortable with directing at you for any reason and at any time, but especially during such an intimate and vulnerable act as sex. He likes to tease, yes, and may even get a little patronizing—“Aww, look at those tears. Can’t you take this cock without crying, pretty baby?”/“Sweet thing’s gone all dumb on my dick.”/etc.—but he’s never gonna be outright mean.

He physically cannot force his lips to part around such cruel words when it comes to you, as in his mind that’s the absolute antithesis of love.

Oral || Preference in giving or receiving, skill, etc.

CW for face fucking, (Reader both giving and receiving), as well as deep throating (Reader giving, tho let it be said now that Asahi will gladly choke on your cock/strap). ((also op kinda losing her shit overall lmfao))

As much as he enjoys a good blowie, he definitely loves having his face buried between your legs more.

Asa’s all about your pleasure—a thing that’s for your sake as much as it is his—so it shouldn’t come as a surprise that he v. much loves to give you that work. And there’s nothing about the process that he doesn’t enjoy.

The cute little sounds you make (that come in a variety of mouthwatering flavors) are especially enticing. The breath hitches and sighs, the way your moans stick in your throat when he hits that one special spot—and don’t even get him started on how pretty you beg for him. Those needy little whines you make when he slows down to a torturously slow pace, his tongue just barely dragging over your heated flesh… You always say his name so sweetly when you’re pushed to the edge of yourself in such a way; doesn’t matter if you’re whimpering it or gritting it out from between clenched teeth—it’s all music to his ears.

And then there’s the needy way you grasp at his hair. Your fingers always end up tangling themselves deeply in his thick locks in an attempt to ground yourself against your mounting pleasure. Sometimes you pull him in closer, humping his face with abandon as you chase down your end, and other times you try to drag him away, your body unable to handle another limb-numbing and mind-melting orgasm.

He’s also really into pushing your legs up to your chest and pinning them there so that he can have his way with you without interference. Watching your feet kick uselessly in his peripheral will never cease to amuse him. Yeah, despite what you may think, dude’s a big gd tease and proud of it. He’s got the bulk, reach, and strength needed to keep you pinned down and he’s certainly not above using any of it against you. He’s also v. much into praising you if for no other reason than to feel the way your body responds to it. There’s nothing quite like having your walls damn near snapping his fingers in two when he tells you how damn sexy it is watching your greedy little hole suck down the prodding digits.

But none of this is to say that he has to be in control all the time. He’s very pro you fucking his face. Please use his mouth/tongue/fingers as you see fit—he lives for that shit. The idea of you using his body to get yourself off is *chef’s kiss* 10/10, would be your personal fucktoy again. And don’t you worry about choking and-or smothering him—he’s a big boy that’s more than capable of taking whatever it is you throw at him. He’s 100% the type to pull your hips flush with his face if he thinks you’re being too shy about things lol. ((he definitely mutters a cute lil “It’s okay baby, take what you need” against you as he does it too—and gdi I am foaming at the mouth))

However it plays out, do not be surprised if he busts while he’s going down on you. Oral really could’ve gone under his list of kinks, but since there was a whole letter for it I decided to cover it here. But trust and believe me when I say he absolutely LOVES this shit, okay? He will legit spend hours with his head between your legs if you let him, and be more than content with grinding his cock against the mattress without ever once putting it in you.

Annnnd because I’m a total slut for this man, let’s talk about the inverse.

Sucking Asahi off can be intimidating, ngl. He’s the CEO of Big Dicks. His cock is long and thick with a nice upwards curve that’s heavenly when he’s fucking you, but can potentially cause an issue when you’re trying to choke him down. He’s well aware of all of this, so he’s more than willing to settle for you taking in as much as you’re comfortable with and using your hands on the rest. But even when you’re doing the bare minimum believe me when I say you’ll still be gagging on him.

Like I said, he’s not the type to force deep throating, but given all the pretty sounds he makes and how sweet he is in general I can guarantee you that you’ll want to at least make the attempt ((#doitforHIM)). It’ll take you a bit to train your throat, but once you do god is it worth it. The first time he feels your throat open up around him he damn near cums on the spot, he definitely sobs a bit—a hard, broken sound that shots straight to your core. Given his size he’s never had a partner that was able (or willing) to take him down to the base like that, so when he finally experiences it it’s safe to say that he ascends lmao. The whole time you’re sucking him off his thoughts are alternating between keeping himself from cumming too soon and keeping himself from proposing lmfao. Boy is shook, sprung, and barely hanging on to his sanity.

And once you get to the point where he can fuck your face? Game fucking over.

He can’t decide if he wants to force his cock down your throat or pull your head in so he usually ends up doing both lol. He lives for the sound of your choking gags in the same way you revel in the guttural sounds that are steadily clawing their way up from his belly and out of his mouth. The closer he gets to his climax, the more vocal he gets. Praise will flow from him in a rapid string, with him telling you how well you take him, how good you’re making him feel, and how you’re such a good little love for letting him use you like this. He definitely begs you to tell him that you want him to cum down your throat despite the fact that you’re in no real position to give him a reply—verbally, anyway. Just look up at him with your dewy, half lidded eyes and he’ll know.

But eventually everything but your name will fade away from his mind. He’ll chant it like a prayer as he continues to chase his release, his movements growing more and more frantic with each thrust, until his entire existence stalls. Have fun trying not to choke as he floods your throat with his thick load lol; it’s gonna spill past your puffed out cheeks to drip down your chin and onto your chest and thighs. If you wanna earn some bonus points don’t waste even a single drop. Put on a show for him as you gather it all up on your fingertips only to clean it off with your clever tongue and he’ll be all to ready to return the favor despite the fact that he cannot currently feel his legs lmao…

((not me going on for nearly an extra 600 words because I want this 2D anime man to use my mouth/throat like a Fleshlight lmfao…))

Pace || Are they fast and rough? Slow and sensual? Etc.

I kinda touched on this in ‘G’ and ‘I’, but let’s get into things a bit more, shall we?

If left to his own devices Asahi’s more apt to take things slow. He wants to savor this, to drown you both in the waves of your shared passion and love. And he’s so damn sweet about it too; he’s all about that ‘forehead touches, holding hands, staring deeply into each other’s eyes’ kinda life. He also really likes to keeping you as close as possible so fully expect for him to either damn near flatten you or pull your body up against him. Likewise he loves it when you cling to him—it makes him feel both wanted and needed which in turn leaves his heart full to bursting with affection and yeah… He’ll keep up this languid pace for nearly the whole of the session if you let him, with things only picking up once the end is near.

Also—eye contact.

I know I already said as much, but it really does bear repeating because he’s so damn deft on it. He doesn’t mind it if your eyes flutter closed from time to time, but if they try to stay that way he’s definitely gonna urge you to open them again—“Come on pretty baby, let me see to gorgeous eyes, yeah? Let me see you…”—and when he’s being so damn sincere about it how can you do anything but comply? This man will always leave you feeling SEEN. It’s all very intimate, not to mention intense, so don’t be surprised if one or both of you shed a tear or two from time to time.

But back to pacing.

He’s definitely not opposed taking you hard and fast, but the only time he’ll default to this is when he’s in a Mood™. But ofc if that’s your personal preference he’s more than willing to indulge you more often.

It should be said that however things go, Asahi rarely ever straight out fucks you. Even when you’re having hip-slapping, back clawing sex this man somehow still manages to transform it into love making and it’s just… magic.

He’s magic. ((now if he could only be real *sob-sob*))

Quickie || Their opinions on quickies rather than proper sex, how often, etc.

CW for Asahi sending you a ~naughty video~ *wink-wonk* lol.

It’s honestly a tossup.

On one hand he loves to take his time and thoroughly love on you, but there’s just something about the desperation behind a quickie that makes his brain vibrate. Your wanting each other so much that you just can’t wait, that you have to have each other right then and there, commitments be damned? Big bet, he’s here for that ish.

Regardless of who initiated it, if you do have a quickie be ready to be wrecked when you both get home—I’m talking throat screamed raw, guts completely rearranged-levels of destroyed. He’s been thinking about your little romp all day, the phantom of your pants against his ear sending shivers down his spine even as his cock twitches to life at the memory of the way your tight little hole had greedily sucked him in only to hold him in its velvet-lined vice. He had to excuse himself to the bathroom on several occasions when he fell a little too deeply into his head and popped a boner, the poor baby lmao.

Definitely rubbed one out during his lunch break and he maaay have sent you a video of the aftermath—his cock, spent and still dripping, resting against one gorgeous, quivering thigh, the other supporting his messy hand. His voice is trembling in that way that says he’s absolutely drained and yet he still has just enough energy to croak out a cute little “Missing you so, so much sweetie. Can’t wait until I see you tonight…” before flipping the camera around and blowing you a kiss and ugggh!! End. Me. Now. He’s so damn cute and sexy and it makes me mad >:(((

After a stunt like that it goes unsaid that you’re just as feral as he is when you see him lmfao. Hell if you wanna flip the switch on him and fuck his brains out he is not at all opposed, btw—he just wants to be with you, the how of it is just details, honestly.

RIsk || Are they game to experiment, do they take risks, etc.

If you’re at a point where your sleeping together he definitely trusts you enough to experiment.

That said, even tho there are things that he wants to try he’s a bit hesitant to bring them up. He knows that you won’t judge him no matter what, but try telling his anxiety that :/ Tbh it’s probably gonna be up to you to start this particular line of dialogue. It’s best to come at things with an open and casual approach, making it known that kinks—even those that he’s shy about voicing/thinks are ‘too weird’—are nothing to be embarrassed over.

But despite his reservations about sharing his own, he’s very open, receptive, and willing to try almost anything so please feel free to tell him about yours; it’ll definitely help to loosen his tongue once the conversation gets to flowing.

As far as risk—he’s like a 4/10, his penchant for fucking at events notwithstanding lol. Aside from that, the riskiest thing that he’ll get up to on his own is sending nudes/vids, and even then he has to be in a Mood™ for that. As I said before, the thought of getting caught is like the least sexy thing in the world to him, so anything pertaining to that does nothing for him. Or, well, nothing good, anyway. Outside of that sort of risk, he is game to try something if you’re really adamant about it. At the end of the day he just wants to make his baby happy, and if what you’re asking for won’t leave either of you at a deficit he’s willing to at least try it once. Expect him to do his research tho lol; he’s sorry if that takes some of the intrigue out of it for you, but uncharted waters (not to mention his anxiety) demand preparation.

Stamina || How many rounds can they go for, how long do they last…

Between having kept up with his old training regimen (because it’s as familiar as it is effective) and his penchant for over-stimming himself, it’s safe to say that he’s got p. good stamina in general. Said stamina definitely carries over into the bedroom—lucky you lol.

Sessions with Asahi aren’t particularly rough (usually), but they’re very involved. He never fails to put his all into making love to you, and that intensity manifests itself physically as well as emotionally. By the end of things you’re both drained, but like in a really, really good way.

His refractory period is on the longer side, but it’s just as well given how long a session tends to last with him. He’d rather draw things out in one extended round that starts with you cumming on his tongue and ends with your fucked-out body twitching around his cock a long while later.

Toy || Do they own toys? Do they use them? On a partner or themselves?

Any toys he owns is at your behest.

It’s not that he has anything against them, it’s just… Well, he’s always been hella shy—not to mention kinda awkward—about such things, so the thought of ordering toys (or gods fucking forbid going into a sex shop to buy some) was a big ol’ N O P E for him lol. Once you come along he’s more open to the idea of exploring in this arena; he’s game to try p. much anything so long as it won’t hurt either of you too much. He’s okay with having a little pain to go along with the pleasure, but once it goes past a certain point it stops being fun for him and turns deeply concerning (blame his anxiety, he certainly does).

But yeah, if you want to introduce some toys into your sessions he’s definitely game! Since he has literally no experience, inducting him is gonna be a fun time for you both. Just strip him down, lay him back—maybe even bind his arms and legs if you’re feeling particularly saucy—break out the lube and get to work.

((…no thoughts outside of a tied down, whiny Asahi, tears streaming down his cheeks as he struggles against his bindings.

Neither of you know if he’s trying to get away from the vibe that you’re running along the underside of his weeping cock or if he’s pushing in for more, but unless he uses his safeword you won’t be stopping anytime soon. He knows this of course, is counting on it, really. It feels good—so good, almost too good, honestly, and he cannot stop himself from babbling on about how it’s “–t-too much, baby, I can’t cum again, yu-you gotta stop!” despite that being the absolute last thing he wants.

Meanwhile you’re getting addicted to the sight of him like this. Everything—from his sweat curled locks to flush that stains his skin to the way he writhes and whines and whimpers for you—is just so damn delicious you cannot help but to want more and more and more even as you drink it all in. You’re a lush for him, always, but there’s something particularly intoxicating about having him completely at your mercy like this that makes you ravenous. And your greed, bottomless thing that it is, will certainly have its due…))

Unfair || How much they like to tease.

I’m gonna say something that’s controversial and yet so brave (and also true):

Asahi Azumane is a huge fucking tease. No, I do not take criticism, critiques, or question.

I’ve touched on/alluded to this several times at this point, but let’s get more into it, shall we?

Initially his teasing isn’t intentional. He’s so damn shy about intimacy at the start of things that he ends up breaking off interactions right when they’re getting especially good. It’s hard to feel anything other than a warm sort of affection (albeit tinged with just a hint of longing-fueled frustration) when you take in his glowing cheeks as he stutters out something about not wanting to take things too fast. Once he gets past all that it’s a lack of experience that sees him pulling up short, and once that’s gained he has come to find that he quite likes the way you whine and writhe and pout when you get all needy for him.

He doesn’t have the heart to deny you for too long, luckily, but then again his definition of ‘too long’ may not match yours lol. As far as he’s concerned time is an illusion when you’re together like this, a construct of a society that could very well crumble and burn all around you and he’d be none the wiser. Because of this he can drag things out as long as you’re willing to allow him to, tho the moment you make it known that it’s too much he’ll be quick to give in.

Still, given the fact that he’s more often than not the flustered one, he really loves turning things on you. He definitely likes to make you tell him what you want, and if he’s feeling especially saucy he’ll make you get very specific. When he gets in a mood like this just asking him to touch you won’t fly; you better tell him exactly where and how or else he’ll ghost his fingers over your outline, his nose prodding as your neck in between kisses to the delicate column as he urges you to “Tell me then, pretty baby—tell me what you want, what you need, and you know I’ll give it to you. Just say the words and I’ll make you feel so, so good…”

Volume || How loud they are, what sounds they make?

He’s about average when it comes to volume, but only once he gets comfortable enough to let his voice out.

Having lived in a house with too thin walls he learned fairly early on to keep a lid on things, and living in a dorm shortly thereafter reinforced this behavior. Still, he’s incapable of being completely quiet, he’s just not built that way, so he’d often have to muffle himself with his free hand. Once he started getting a bit more physical with his exs he loosened up a bit, but it isn’t until he’s with you that he finally starts to feel comfortable enough to really let go.

And oh, but he’s a vocal little thing.

Literally any sound that a man can make while in the throes of passion has escaped Asahi at least once lol. Depending on what side of the spectrum he’s falling on at a given moment he can go from whimpering and whining so, so sweetly to these deep, guttural moans that you’ll feel echoing through the whole of you to settle in your core.

On top of all of that he’s a sex babbler. He was super self-conscious about that at the start of things, mostly because once he comes back to himself he has absolutely no idea what it is he’s said (tho he’s positive that it must’ve been embarrassing as hell), but once you make it know that you not only don’t mind the deluge, but find it extremely hot, well…

Once he gets going, there’s really no stopping him. Praise, praise, praise—so much damn praise, and declarations of love, and every other thing that his sex addled brain can think to spew at you. Loves to tell you how good you’re making him feel, and will damn near die on the spot if you return the favor. The closer he gets to the end, however, the more his vocabulary shrinks. His sentences become less articulate, his lexicon more limited, until he’s reduced to little more than your name and sounds of pleasure and honestly hearing him fall apart in such a way is one of the sexiest things you’ll ever have the pleasure of witnessing.

But don’t get it twisted—if you think he’s gonna be the only one babbling away you are so very, very wrong.

Dude’s gonna make sure you’re just as if not more vocal than he is. If he gets in a Mood he’s definitely the type to make you say “I’m your good girl/boy/baby” while he’s hammering his cock into you—preferably while he’s got you in a mating press or really any position that allows him to see the way you manage to fluster at the words while also damn near drooling over the way he’s fucking you. He’s also one of those people that’ll ask you a question while he’s balls deep and fully expect a legit answer. How articulate he’ll want said answer to be will solely depend on how ‘mean’ he’s feeling at the time, so if you’ve been getting at him a little too much for his liking lately expect him to get downright petty lol.

Wild Card || Get a random headcanon (and ficlet) of my choice.

CW for unprotected and semi-public sex as well as what probably amounts to an overuse of pet names (i.e. pretty baby, sweetie, honey, etc.). Also low-key exhibitionism, but not really since neither of you actually want to get caught, but it is a distinct possibility and that’s kinda hot lol. Also, also—a mildly dom-ish Asahi because that’s just how I do things lol.

Also, also, also—cum play? Maybe??? Asahi ends up finishing in his pocket square; obviously he can return it to its original spot, and neither of you want to risk someone finding the v. identifiable cloth so the only real safe place to store it is in your underwear—or so his thinking goes lmao…

Thinking about Mister Azumane absolutely wrecking me in some back hall at an event now haunts my every waking hour, so here—have whatever the fuck this is lol. Dk how good/coherent it is as I’m sleepy af and still have to format this beast of a post so… Yeah *shrugs*

I’ll probably end up editing it at some point, but for now (hopefully) enjoy…

↠ Just imagine getting all dolled up to go to one of Asahi’s shows.

He doesn’t know you’re coming, as prior scheduling conflicts had initially meant that you wouldn’t be able to attend, but through a combination of overtime and favors cashed in you were just able to make it.

Everything—from your chosen ensemble, to the way you style your hair, to the fragrance you dab against your pulse point—is meant to entice.

Eyes will certainly be on you, but there’s only one pair that you’re concerned with.

↠ When he sees you all of the effort you put in instantly becomes worth it.

Asahi’s eyes damn near bug out of his skull when he spies you across the way. The casual mien that you’ve adopted only adds to your charm, lending you an almost untouchable air.

He excuses himself from the model whose skirt he’d been hemming, passing off the work to a seamstress in favor of rushing over to gather you in his arms.

He can’t keep his hands to himself any more than he can stop the words of praise that are falling from his lips. Still he manages to keep his touch PG, if only just.

↠ He seems to be especially taken with the cut of your outfit.

You would almost call it vanity, given that it is one of his designs, but the look in his eye is far too intense for that.

There’s something darker there—something primal, hungry.

It’s almost as if he wants to eat you alive and dammit if you won’t let him.

Work has kept you apart for the better part of a month now and you’re just as starved for his affection as he is for yours.

↠ The kiss he lays on you is a needy thing that lasts just a touch too long to be appropriate, but if anyone’s bothered by it they’re kind enough to keep it to themselves.

He sends you on your way then as he still has work to do before things get underway–

“But I promise you the moment I’m free…”

He leaves the sentence hanging, not that it needs a conclusion when it’s punctuated with another hot, drawn out kiss.

↠ There’s a near palpable tension between the pair of you for the entire night, one loaded with promises that Asahi’s yet to make good on—well until he does…

“Wasn’t expecting to see you here tonight, pretty baby—wasn’t expecting to see you until Monday night, really. Such a sweet surprise deserves an even sweeter reward, don’t you think?”

Even as he poses the question, Asahi delivers. Fingers that feel like firebrands slide between your layers with an expert’s precision to glide over your sodden flesh. Gathering up a portion of your liquid arousal, he brushes teasingly over your most sensitive spot before finally touching you properly, and it’s good—so, so good—but now’s hardly the time to bask.

“H-have to be quick,” you remind him. “Someone could se-ahh~”

Your moan scales up into something high and breathy at the feeling of one of his long, thick fingers pressing into you. Asahi mumbles something about you being tight at nearly the same moment, the words praise and a curse both. Having gone so long without, even this much feels like an intrusion, albeit one you desperately crave. Though your mind knows that you not only can, but have taken more with less prep, your body’s having a hard time remembering that. Still the slight burn is exquisite and you find yourself grinding against his hand.

“Don’t worry, sweetie—I’m gonna get you off, honey, and I’m gonna do it quick…”

Suddenly the body at your back is siding down-down-down and taking your underwear with it. Your personal axis is thrown off twice in quick succession soon after, with the first time being when Asahi spins you so that you’re facing him, the speed and force of the action leaving you mildly disoriented, and before you can even begin to get your bearings you’re being hefted off of the ground by a pair of strong arms. You squawk at this, hands scrambling for purchase and balance both against the head that is now between your legs. From this close you can feel Asahi’s replying laughter ghosting over your core and the feeling leaves you twitching in his grasp, which in turn sees him cursing lowly.

“Fuck, baby—I wish you could see how pretty you are down here. Can’t believe I’ve gone so long without it…”

He wastes no time getting to work after that. With the way he’s positioned he should be considered the captive, but you’re not under any illusions as to who has who trapped. When he gets like this—all determined and fierce and feral—you’re absolutely powerless against him. With his hot, wet mouth working you over with such a clear dedication to your undoing there’s nothing to be done but to sit back and receive his care.

“Close, Asa—‘m so close…”

“Already?” he starts, lips pulling away from you with a lewd sounding smack. “Is it that good, honey?”

You nod your head hard and fast. “Yes~ Please don’t stop. Want your mouth, wanna come for you…”

“____, gods… Okay, okay—I’ll give you what you want, sweetheart, promise. Just hold on, ‘kay?”

His words turn out to be a warning rather than a bid for patience, you soon find, as the hand that had been helping to keep you anchored leaves your thigh; the rhythmic bob of its connecting shoulder that starts up afterwards tells you that he’s chasing his own pleasure even as he drives you headlong into your own. A little flicker of undue jealousy flares in your gut at that. It should be your hand—or your mouth, or better still, your tight little hole—that’s making him feel good–

But can you really begrudge him anything when he’s pulling you apart like this?

His technique isn’t lessened for the speed, if anything the urgency only serves to add an extra layer of excitement to it all. That said, neither of you have any desire to actually be caught so you do your part to bring you to your ends. Your hips rut against his mouth as much as your positioning will allow for, barely subdued whimpers and moans pouring from your lips all the while. Meanwhile Asahi’s just as vocal, with even the least sound he makes hitting you like body blow. The pair of you are caught in a feedback loop of pure pleasure, one that can only be broken by that all-consuming, ultimate culmination.

Unsurprisingly it’s you that falls first.

You grit out something that’s supposed to be his name, though you can’t quite manage to get all of the syllables out, but apparently what little you do manage is enough to drag your man over the edge after you. He cums with a choked growl that peters out into a contented sigh as you both lean as heavily against one another as you dare. Though the hall that you’ve claimed for your little romp is out of the way, it’s still in a public space; time is against you, and the longer you dawdle, the greater the chance of discovery. This is why Asahi is quick to set you both to rights—well, as soon as you’re able to (mostly) stand under your own power anyway.

Thankfully you don’t look too worse for wear, all things considered. Sure your hair’s not as pristine as it had been, and there may be a glow to your eyes that wasn’t there before, and–

Oh who are you kidding? Everyone’s gonna know exactly what the pair of you have been up to.

An embarrassing prospect, but one you’ve long since made peace with. At least this time both of your outfits made it through the ordeal unscathed, the odd wrinkle notwithstanding.

Once enough blood returns to your brain to once again allow for rational thought, you’re worried that Asahi has made a mess of his suit’s pants, but some fortunately quick thinking on his part saw his pocket square taking the brunt of things. Unfortunately he cannot return the now sullied cloth to its former home and the distinct pattern makes it far too identifiable to just toss–

“But I think I have a solution, love—if you’re willing to indulge me?”

The feeling of damp silk contouring to your most intimate areas is shiver-inducing, the knowing looks that your man tosses you nearly enough to bring you to your knees…

It’s another unspoken promise made, one’s who fulfillment you are most certainly to looking forward to.

X-Ray || How they look with their clothes off.

Though I already gushed about this way back in ‘B’ there will never not be a time when I’m not ready so say so much more on the subject lol.

As I’ve well established at this point, dude’s got a gd body on him, and said body’s fit as hell. He’s made sure to keep in shape, so he hasn’t lost any definition over the years—hell, if anything he’s probably gained some. While his arms and torso are points of pride for him, his legs aren’t to be slept on– Well unless you’re like literally sleeping on them thicc ass thighs lmao. This god-tier lap pillow is always on offer, btw, and a scalp message comes standard with each use! But anyways!! His legs are long, toned, and they look especially pretty when they’re wrapped around your waist, just sayin’ 😏

Aside from all that he’s just planes and planes of lightly toasted skin. Idk why, but I just really feel in my heart of hearts that he tans SO easily, and in the summer he’ll get those cute lil sun freckles too, and not just on his face either. Arms, hands, shoulders, hell even his legs—anywhere that gets enough sunlight will eventually start sprouting the things and it’s just really fucking adorable… Also! His hair lightens a bit in the summer. It’s not super noticeable outside of the sun for the most part, but he does pick up some natural highlights; they’re only about half a shade to a shade lighter, just enough to add an extra touch of dimension to his already beautiful locks.

He doesn’t really have any noteworthy scars, but I do see him as being the type to have a little ink. Ofc tattoos are still a bit of a controversial topic in Japan, but it seems like so long as they’re not somewhere super exposed they’re not too much of a problem. It also helps matters that he’s his own boss (I personally canon him as starting up his own label in his late twenties) and he works in a field where self-expression is highly celebrated no matter what form it takes.

Being the creative that he is, he really appreciates the artistry that goes into it all. He’s definitely the type to design his own tattoos, and he’ll draw up some for you too, if you’re that way inclined. As for what he’d get… I can see him wanting at least one traditional, fully colored piece—maybe a koi with some lotus blossoms?

Also, blackwork. He just thinks it looks super elegant; for that piece he’d probably go for something geometric with super clean lines. Location-wise they’d probably be on his back and upper arms—maaaybe his chest too, but that’s probably just wishful thinking on my part. ((but seriously tho, just think how hot it’d be if wore a kinda loose button up and he does that thing that guys do where they leave an absolutely unnecessary amount of buttons undone and you occasionally catch a peek at the ink on his pec—god.)) It’s a pain, having to cover them up when he goes out to onsens and the like, but it’s worth it, he thinks.

Alsooo—being the big ol’ sentimental softie that he is, he definitely gets a crow. That one’d probably be really simplistic, just an outline of the bird’s silhouette, and he’d probably have it placed behind his ear or something lol. A more daring position, true, but since he likes to wear his hair down it isn’t as readily visible as you’d think. He may or may not try to talk his former teammates into getting matching crow tattoos with varying results lol.

…bonus HC time? Bonus HC time.

The ones most enthusiastic about the prospect are Suga, Noya, Tanaka, Hinata, and (to the great surprise of literally everyone) Kiyoko. Daichi and Yachi are a bit reluctant—the latter because she’s afraid that she’ll get staph infection or something equally terrible (and unlikely) and die, the former because he’s afraid that his grandma will disown him if she ever found out (also he’s low-key afraid of needles lmao); they both cave once they find out that Kiyoko did the thing. Ennoshita bows out as he doesn’t think it’s becoming of a medical professional, while Tsukki initially says no just because he doesn’t want one (tho eventually Yams and the tangerine wear him down lol). Kags gets one just because he doesn’t want to feel left out, which is generally the reason why the rest eventually agree.

They even get their old sensei in on the action. I definitely canon Keishin as having some ink, so he was an easy sale, but everyone was ~shook~ when their mild mannered advisor agreed just as readily. Turns out he already has a pretty sizable piece hidden away on his back—I’m thinking some sort of traditional styled shoulder piece that maaay wrap around onto his chest as well? 👀👀 Sir, I am looking respectfully, I swear—that he absolutely adores so getting a tiny lil crow is nothing.

((ngl, the idea of Takeda with ink is Doing Something to me and fuck—did I just accidentally make myself thirsty for him too?? Ah well, HCs for another day, I suppose…))

So in conclusion—Asahi’s a thick, pretty boy, with some pretty ink. That’s all I’ve got, folks. Thanks for listening lol…

Yearning || How high is their sex drive?

Eh, I’d say it’s about average these days, tho it is worth noting that he’s content to follow your lead on this. If you want him more often he’s more than willing to oblige you, and likewise if your sex drive is on the lower side he’s cool with that too.

At the end of the day sex for him, while obviously very enjoyable, is just another way for him to express his love for you, but it’s certainly not the only way, yanno? In fact his main love language isn’t even touch, but rather quality time. The accompanying activity is ultimately immaterial in his eyes, he just wants to spend as much time with you as possible because on top of loving you, he genuinely likes you. Before you were lovers you were friends, and that particular bond has only grown stronger and deeper over the years, so it’s not surprising that he enjoys your company so much. Because of this he’s as likely to do a puzzle with you as he is to blow your back it—it really all just depends on what you want lol.

That said, the pendulum does indeed swing both ways, so if you’ve been apart for an extended amount of time he will get… needy to say the least.

It’s usually his work that’s the main culprit of time theft. Fashion shows and various events see him hopping cities/countries a fair bit, especially at the height of new seasons, and unless you work with him you cannot always accompany him. You both do your best to keep one another sated with texts and phone calls and video chats, but you know that these are little more than stopgaps—a traveler’s substitution, that while valiant in its efforts, will never compare to having your lover wrapped up in your arms.

It’d be in your best interest to take the next couple of days off when you know he’s due back because you won’t be leaving your home for at least that long—hell, you’ll barely be leaving your bedroom if he has his way…

ZZZ || How quickly they fall asleep afterwards.

It honestly depends on how rested he was before the session.

If it’s like a midday romp he’ll probably be ready for a nap, but it’s not so pressing a need that he’s gonna pass out. But if it’s at the end of a long day he’s p. much out once he’s gotten you squared away. He’s also been known to knock out on you during your post sex cuddles lol. It’s always one of those really light dozes tho—ya know the kind, where you’re like technically asleep, but still weirdly aware of everything that’s going on around you. And if it’s a situation where his sleep’s been broken (because sometimes the thirst is just that real, let’s be honest lol) he’ll be out like a light soon after, not that he was ever really fully awake in the first place.

All that said, he knows the importance of aftercare, so he always makes sure to provide it to you in some capacity, even if that just amounts to him snuggling the fuck outta you until you both succumb to sleep’s siren call.

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Request ~ ‘Hey Lydzzz 💞 I was wondering if u r still taking requests cuz I had a smol one 👉👈 Can u do a Bubble Bath with Daichi after a long day but it *cough* *cough* gets steamy 🙈 (my inner Daichi simp was missing him lol)’ ~ @xxitzmikoxx

Characters ~ Sawamura Daichi x Fem!Reader

Genre ~ Smut🦋

Warnings ~ Fingering, Orgasm Denial, Penetrative Sex in a Bath, Daddy Kink, Spanking, Daichi using you like a Cocksleeve

Word Count ~ 1.8k+

A/N ~ Got motivated to write this because I love this concept!!🥺 You said smol and steamy and I said long and full on smut lmao! Thank you for requesting this babie, hope I did it justice😳 Thank you to @mrs-kuroojinguji for the beta read, I honestly don’t know what I would do without you!!

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Daichi knew that you had had a long week at work. Everything seemed to be getting to you in one way or another, you had failed to come home calm for at least 5 days straight. But luckily for Daichi and for you it was Friday, meaning he could set up a super relaxing night for you both.

As you opened up the door to your shared apartment, all you could think about was how good being in Daichi’s arms and under a blanket would be right now. Although you weren’t expecting the smell of essential oils and peonies to infiltrate your senses, you definitely weren’t complaining. You wanted to shout out for Daichi, but before you could your eyes spotted a trail of dainty red rose petals.

You had to take a second to make sure they were real, your facing heating up at the gesture. Following the trail slowly, it led straight to the bathroom where Daichi stood shirtless in a pair of grey sweatpants. Multiple candles were dotted around the room, the lights were off and the whole room smelled like a spa. The bath was full to the brim with fragrant bubbles, the water tinted a slight purple colour, he had even put in a rubber duck which made you giggle slightly.

As your eyes scanned the room they finally fell back on the well built man in front of you, already feeling much more relaxed than you were five minutes prior, a small smile graced your lips. The way the flickering soft light of the candles reflected against his slightly tanned skin had your heart fluttering in your chest, his eyes focused on you as he let you take everything in. ‘All for me?’ You asked, smiling lovingly up at him, your arms snaking around his waist as you rested your head against his chiselled chest.

‘All for you baby…’ He whispered, pressing a tender kiss to the top of your head and pulling you closer to him by your hips. ‘I got facemasks we can do as well if you want?’ He said, his lips still lingering on the top of your head. You shake your head under the light weight of his head, this was already more than perfect in your eyes.

Unwrapping yourself from around him, you start to take your clothes off. Daichi was already undressed and settling down into the bath as you finally took the last item of clothing off and tossed it into the washing basket.

You gave Daichi a small smile before sinking down onto Daichi’s lap, the warmth gentle on your skin. A deep sigh escaped your lips as you settled yourself, his arms wrapping around your waist pulling you further into his lap. Your head leaning back against his shoulder as he held you, your muscles completely relaxing back against him.

Daichi’s hands automatically started working their way up to your shoulders and upper back, gently massaging as he went. Another slightly more raspy sigh left your lips as you melted into his touch. He was always good with his hands, whether they were massaging away the knots in your muscles or deep inside your puffy walls, curling and poking every one of your weak spots.

You turned your head slightly, a small moan passing your lips as you couldn’t stop your head filling with thoughts of his fingers making a mess of your tight hole. ‘Daddy~’ You whimpered against his jaw, your ass subconsciously pushing down against his semi hard cock. Daichi let out a low growl at his familiar nickname, his hands moving down to grip your hips tightly.

‘I thought this was meant to be a relaxing bath princess?’ He questioned as he dipped one of his hands down further under the soapy water, running his fingers through your folds slowly. Your hips bucking as his fingers ran over your clit, a spark of pleasure shooting through your body.

Daichi could tell from the way your body reacted to his touch, that you were feeling extra sensitive today. Your body jolted with pleasure again as his fingers started to rub gentle circles on your ball of nerves, small mewls starting to leave your lips as he swirled his fingers around.

The water unsettled around you as your hips jerked occasionally at the ministrations of his fingers. Your head was lulled back on his shoulder, your eyes eagerly searching for his as your mouth fell open. He had barely touched you yet you almost needed release, it had been a couple of days since he had touched you like this and to say you wanted him would be an understatement.

You craved him.

His eyes finally met yours and he smirked at the sight before him before pushing his lips against yours in a sloppy but passionate kiss. His fingers slipped into your tight pussy as you both moan against each other, your legs eventually forcing themselves wider and now hanging loosely out the bath. The water sloshed over the sides as you adjusted position causing Daichi to tut into your ear.

‘Look how much of a mess you're making baby girl, try and stay still, we wouldn’t want all this water to go to waste would we?’ He questioned seductively into your ear, his breath fanning your lobe causing you to shiver.

His fingers continued to curl inside of you, hitting your soft spongy spot with every pump. You gripped the sides of the bath as you tried to stay as still as physically possibly. It eventually became impossible, as Daichi pushed in a third finger and you started to feel your orgasm building, the familiar coil slowly getting tighter until you were ready for release. Your body trembles, your legs twitching; you're yearning to see nothing but white, you're desperate for that waves of pleasure to wash over you.

You squeeze your eyes shut in anticipation, but release never comes as Daichi rips his fingers from your weeping hole. Your hips continue to grind against nothing as you felt the knot fade. ‘Daddy please…’ You beg weakly, a deep ache returning to between your legs as your hand shot up to grip his bicep.

‘If you’re gonna cum baby girl, it’s gonna be around my cock.’ Daichi growled against the back of your ear, nipping softly at the lobe. He couldn’t wait any longer, his cock was painfully hard and dripping with pre-cum. Lifting you up, he helped you line his cock up against your entrance, allowing you to slowly sink down.

Almost forgetting about the painfully good stretch that Daichi’s thick cock provides, he groans out in pleasure as you force yourself all the way down to the hilt. Your eyes roll back into your head as you let yourself adjust to his girth, he always stuffed you so full and your body was never fully prepared for it everytime.

As you were about to drag yourself up his length, Daichi gripped your hips, keeping you firmly on his cock. You turned your head to eye him, a confused expression on your face, he moved his arm around you and gripped the chain to the plug. ‘Make yourself cum before the water drains or you won’t get to cum at all’ Daichi spoke raspilly in your ear before tugging the chain removing the plug.

You wasted no time starting to slowly ride him using the tub for support, as Daichi laid his head back moaning out your name, not caring where and what the water in the tub was splashing as you sped up. The water started to become an obstacle as you struggled with the extra weight it provided, but when it eventually reached your lower hips, a wobbly, content whimper went past your lips. Because you've been starving, and you can finally speed up the tempo of your hips with ease.

Swirling your hips again and again, you eventually find that special spot that he always is able to hit, causing you to cry out in pleasure. Finally finding a quick rhythm that causes the familiar coil to build again, every slap of your hips sending sparks straight to where you need them most. Daichi couldn’t take his eyes off your ass as you bounced, a long groan leaving his mouth as he watched you use him.

Tears swell in the corners of your eyes as you start struggling to pull yourself off him every time, the drag of his cock causing you to cry out every time, but your body is begging for release. The final pool of water disappeared down the drain as you at long last creamed around him, a scream of his name in pure ecstasy leaving your lips.

‘God you clamp around me so tight when you cum princess, I want to feel it again~’ Daichi moaned out, as you came down from your high you realised he was still rock hard inside of you. Before you could even think, Daichi had pushed you forward onto your hands and knees and had thrust himself back inside your sensitive cunt.

You moan out in pleasure as the tip of his cock is instantly kissing your cervix once again. His pace relentless as he chased his own high, holding your hips so tight you swear it would leave bruises. Your own release came a lot quicker than the last time, the coil already starting to tighten for the third time tonight.

He watched as his cock disappeared inside of you barely fitting into your tight pussy. Grunts and groans passed his lips, as he watched you shake in pleasure beneath him. ‘Mhm so good daddy~’ You moaned out, your whole body starting to feel weak as he fucks you senseless.

He couldn’t stop himself from bringing his hand down firmly on the soft flesh of your ass while you mewled underneath him. A loud crack and a small hiccup left your mouth as he massaged the flesh, still pounding into you.

You started to both let out moans almost in a symphony as the coil finally snapped and you saw white for the second time that night. Your arms gave out in exhaustion, but Daichi was quick to catch you before he leaned back and pulled you against him. Using you whichever way he needed before he finally came, it wasn’t long before he stuffed you full of his cum.

You both panted heavily, you still being held by Daichi as you both laid back in the tub. The water drained and the whole room covered in a thin layer of it. ‘I love you so much Dai.’ You whisper as you finally pull him out of you and turn in his arms. The exhaustion hitting you in full as you let yourself relax against him once again.

‘I love you too baby’ He replies as he lets you fall asleep in his arms. Knowing you needed all the rest you could get as he stayed laid in the bath you curled into his chest, his cum slowly dripping down your thigh. He was just glad he could help you relax, hoping you wouldn’t pay the price tomorrow

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aizawaorkuroo · 4 years

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Can I get sum jealous Enji Todoroki smut? I require the fire manz

wicked

Ship: Todoroki Enji x reader

Rated: Explicit [18+]

Word Count: 2.2k

Summary: Enji gets jealous easily, and when you push him, the rewards outweigh the risk.

Warnings: Language, Smut, Spanking, Size Kink, Thigh Riding,

AN: no beta we die like men tgersfw but Mr. Endeavor is a large man and that is my weakness 😔😔 and this features a pre-established relationship lmao, but i’ll be tagging endeavor things as “endeavor content”

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Enji Todoroki is not the same man he was before. He’s trying to change, trying to atone. He doesn’t deserve forgiveness, and he’s trying to change. But that does not mean he is soft. You cause him to slip up, making him violent and possessive in his affections. He never acts on it, demonstrating an iron will. But right now...it’s not his fault.

Hawks had always been a menace. Enji has known that since the first day he meant him. But right now? Seeing Hawks blatantly flirt while you’re trying to work? It makes him boil. His blood bubbles and a storm brews in his chest. His eyes narrow at your back, and he crosses his arms, watching you.

And you’re not stupid. You know Hawks is flirting with you, leaving you stuttering and tripping over your words as you try to get the paperwork sorted. It means nothing, but the sheer force of his attention leaves you reeling. Something burns into the back of your neck, making your spine shiver. You turn away from Hawks, eyes locking onto Endeavour. His face is impassable, a solid wall that refuses to lower.

He blinks down at the two of you, before turning around sharply, walking around the corner. You turn back to Hawks, trying to ignore the lazy, knowing grin sprawled out on his face.

“I’ll see you later,” he teases before wandering outside and soaring into the sky. You mutter a pointless goodbye before turning to where Endeavour just stalked off too. Rising on shaking legs, you smooth your skirt trying to prepare yourself for what lies ahead.

When you turn around the corner, you run right into a solid surface. Your hands shoot upward and brace yourself on Endeavour's chest. Large, warm hands wrap around your waist, keeping you from stumbling. You glance up, stomach flipping as he blankly stares down at you. His heart beats steadily underneath your fingertips, a constant reminder of the fire within him.

“Y/N. My office. Now.” His voice is strong and even, leaving no room for discussion. You swallow past the lump in your throat, nodding at his words. Endeavor pulls away from you rapidly and walks away without giving you another glance. You exhale a shaky breath and trail after the tall hero, trying not to let your nerves get the best of you.

Endeavor holds his office door open for you, his large frame taking up most of the space. You squeeze by him, trying to ignore the heat radiating off of his body. The door slams shut, making you flinch. Warm, orange light streams through the windows, lighting up his eyes as he sits down at his desk. You squirm uncomfortably under his clouded gaze.

“Do you know why you’re here?” he rumbles. Biting the inside of your cheek, you shake your head. One of his brows shoots upward.

“Try again.” His eyes are bright as his gaze trails over your face.

“No, sir.” A predatory smirk pulls at his lips, making you shiver.

“You are here because of your shameless flirting.” Your eyes widen, sputtering as you attempt to argue your innocence. He holds his hand up, stopping your rambling. He rises to his feet, traversing the distance between you in seconds. He’s close now, the warmth from his body invading your senses.

Your head tilts down, trying to avoid his gaze. Butterflies erratically dance around your stomach at the thought of what’s going to happen next.

“You’re an office manager,” he sneers. “You’re my office manager.” A large hand grasps your chin, tilting your face back, forcing you to meet his gaze. Your thighs squeeze together, and Endeavour’s predatory grin deepens. Oh. So this is the game. He releases your chin, letting his large hands trail down the sides of your body before landing your hips. His grip tightens, and he pulls you forward, pressing his body against yours.

Endeavor’s hips grind into you, and your eyelids flutter when you feel his hard erection against you. His hands reach around to squeeze your ass, prompting a small moan to leave you. His eyes darken before he ducks down, his mouth molding to your own. You weave your fingers into his hair, trying to pull him closer to you. His hips buck into you, and you moan against him.

A large, warm hand slips under your skirt, and he cups your clothed pussy. A sharp grin forms against you as Enji feels how damp your underwear is. He pulls away from your lips, humming in satisfaction.

“Who got you this wet?” he mutters into your ear. Your hips cant against his hand, and your stomach flips.

“Hawks,” you moan out, watching as Enji’s face grows red, his eyes gleaming in anger. He rips his hand away from you, lip curling in disgust. A large hand grabs your wrist, and he drags you to his chair, forcing you across his knees as he sits. He flips your skirt up again, exposing your ass. You wiggle against him excitedly, making a note of his hard cock poking into you.

“I was gonna fuck you nicely, but you need to punished.” You shiver at his words, excitement and lust bubbling in your stomach.

A sharp smack resounds in the air as he brings his hand down against your ass. You whine at the pain, letting your head dip down.

“How long did you talk to him?” he asks coolly. You bite your bottom lip, squirming as he pulls down your underwear.

His hand strikes your ass again, and you moan, feeling your pussy clench.

“Maybe three minutes,” you mumble. He makes an appreciative noise as your answer. His hand rubs your ass soothingly, and you sigh at the small amount of relief you feel.

“Then a spank for each minute. So one more. Sound fair?” you nod against his leg, bracing yourself. His large hand slaps your skin one last time, making you yelp. He only spanked you three times, but his hands are large, and warm, burning just as hot as the rest of him.

His fingers trail down your slit from behind, making you moan. They swipe at the wetness that’s beginning to pool between you, making your hips jolt. He hums appreciatively, before reaching to swipe at your clit.

“Enji,” you moan. He chuckles, the vibrations shaking your body.

“I’m going to ask you again, who got you this wet?” You twist to face him, a cruel smile growing on your lips.

“Hawks!”

His brows dip in anger, and he snarls, yanking you upright against him. Your legs slot around his large, muscular thigh. Enji’s hands clutch your waist, and his lips meet yours in a bruising kiss. When he pulls away, there’s something dark and deep in his eyes, and it makes your pussy flutter.

“I was gonna make you cum, but now you have to work for it.” He flexes his thigh, jostling it under you. You whine, hips rocking forward against him. His hands squeeze your waist before punching your skirt up around your waist, giving him a better view of you grinding against him.

He tugs at your shirt next, forcing it off of your body. He yanks your bra to the side, and his hands grope at your chest, squeezing and pinching your nipples.

You moan wantonly against him, letting your hips rut faster against him. He laughs loudly at your pathetic whines and pants.

“So fucking desperate to cum, huh?” His voice drops down, something sinister lying in wait for its prey. You nod, mewling against him, trying to urge your hips to rock faster. “Look at that huh? Making a mess on my thigh.” Your cunt clenches, and your nails claw at his skin through his costume.

His thigh flexes again, and he bounces it up into you, making you squirm. Enji’s hands slip back down to your hips, prompting you to move faster.

He’s hot under you, burning fast and bright. You whine and tug at his costume, craving the feeling of his skin. A humorless laugh crawls through his chest, and he shakes his head.

“Not yet. Now, tell me who got you this wet?” You smirk, and you’re about to push him further, but his hands force you to stop moving, leaving your mind frustrated and blank.

“And don’t think I don’t know what you’re doing. Don’t lie to me this time, or else this will stop altogether.” You widen your eyes, mouth forming a surprised ‘o.’ He smirks down at you, making you flush. You brace your hands on his chest, leaning forward to rest your head on him.

“I’m going to ask you one last time, who got you this wet?”

“You, Enji,” you whimper against him. His thick arms circle your waist, and he bends down to nuzzle your hair. He hums in approval, gently rocking his thigh again.

“Was that so hard?” he murmurs into your hair. You shake your head, enjoying the warmth that surrounds you and the tightening coil in your core. He abruptly stands up, pushing you off his lap and onto his desk. You furrow your brows, frustrated at the loss of friction. He tuts lightly at you as he tugs his costume off.

“Don’t be upset. I want you to cum around my cock.” You flush at his words, letting your head flop onto the desk. You shut your eyes, trying to regain control of your breathing.

Something burning nudges at your slit, and you gasp. You prop yourself up, watching as Enji rubs his cock along the lips of your pussy.

“I’ve got you dripping,” he muses. You shift your hips, trying to get closer. His hands grip your hips, stilling your pathetic squirming. Your head twists to the side, eyes closing as his cock head bumps against your clit. His hands tighten as he slides against you.

“Quit messing around,” you murmur before biting your lip in frustration.

“I won’t fuck you until you look at me,” he growls. Forcing your eyes open, your face screws up in focus as you turn to face him. He smiles cruelly at you, letting his cock rut against your clit.

“You ready?” His eyes are focused on your leaking pussy, licking his lips as you nod eagerly. His cock slowly pushes in, spreading you wide.

Enji’s a large man, larger than most, thick with rippling muscle and hulking mass. It’s times like these when you’re reminded of it, when his cock is pushing into you, splitting your pussy. He groans loudly bending down, letting his body rub against yours. You preen at the skin to skin contact, wrapping your arms around his burning skin as he starts to thrust into you.

Enji peppers the side of your neck with hot kisses, and you moan loudly, your cunt clenching tightly around his large cock. His hands trail up and down the sides of your body, squeezing the flesh he finds.

Your fingers dig into his shoulder blades before you claw down his back. Your hips buck up in an attempt to meet his deep thrusts. Enji sucks possessive marks into your neck, a loud proclamation of your relationship. You’re his. The thoughts loops in his mind, mine, mine mine.

His hand forces its way in between your thighs, and his large thumb brushes against your clit, making your pussy convulse. He groans at the sudden tightening and moves his thumb in faster, concrete circles. Your fingers dig harshly into him, and cry crawls out of your throat. He chuckles, and it resounds throughout your body.

The ghosts of an orgasm solidify into something stronger, something definite. It’s white-hot and heavy within you, burning you as it grows into something unyielding. Your cunt clenches again, and you wrap your thighs around his waist, trying to draw him closer. Enji maintains the pace of his thrusts but increases the force on your clit. He’s too warm, too hot, too close, encompassing you in pleasure.

“I’m gonna cum, Enji,” you wail. He smirks at you, pressing a sloppy, searing kiss to your lips. You moan against his mouth, hips bucking up against him.

“Cum around my cock,” he murmurs into your mouth. Your eyes screw shut in pleasure, and a loud, embarrassing moan tears through your throat. You writhe against his body, hips thrashing uncontrollably. Your orgasm tears through you, burning and unrelenting.

Enji’s pace grows sloppy as you ride out your orgasm, and he thrusts deeply into your convulsing pussy, letting out hot spurts of cum paint the inside of your stretched out cunt. He slows against you, pressing soothing kisses along the curve of your jaw and your face.

“You good?” he murmurs. You smile weakly and nod, sleepy contentment overcoming your exhausted body. You release Enji from your grasp, stretching your arms out above you. A smirk sprawls across your face, and his eyes narrow.

“That was really good, Enji. Gonna have to get you riled up more often.” He rolls his eyes, pulling away from your sweaty body, and you wince as he pulls his cock out. A deep, satisfied noise tumbled through his chest as his sticky cum trickles out of your cunt. His thumb swipes at it, before trailing over your slit. A shudder racks through your body, and he grins cruelly.

“You are wicked.”

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imonthinice · 3 years

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The Criminal Psychology Majors, Jason Todd x Fem!Reader Part 12/?

Word Count: 4.4k

Author’s Note: Y/N - Your Name, A/N - Any Name (Your Best friend’s name)

God idk what i’m doing with this but i’m liking it lmao

next one might honestly be smut idk

Warnings: Violence, Swearing, Description of Blood, Gets heated, hints at trauma, no beta bitch we die like Jason Todd

(Part 1) (Part 2) (Part 3) (Part 4) (Part 5) (Part 6) (Part 7) (Part 8) (Part 9) (Part 10) (Part 11) (Part 12) (Part 13) (Part 14) (Part 15) (Part 16) (Part 17) (Part 18) (Part 19) (Part 20)

Y/N walked through the streets of Gotham, which were once bustling with people, but now were quiet with the occasional hooker, she had caught the city as an unlively hour, where it seemed to sleep the night away while the vigilantes of the area watched it like their lives depended on it. In some ways it did, the stories they would tell when being interviewed were horrific sometimes, but Y/N figured a decent amount of it was for dramatization, to keep the people of Gotham off of the streets to protect them all from it.

The question was always protect them from what, and they never answered. So, it never kept the people of Gotham at bay from the streets at night, and had Y/N’s car not been towed, she would have been driving home in the safe, secluded area of her car, not the vast wilderness of the streets of Gotham.

She looked up at the sky to see one of the virgate boys using a grappling hook to fly to the other building, which was such a sight to behold for someone who never witnessed a superhero beyond Superman at home. She wished and longed to know more about the vigilante, but didn’t dwell or dote on that man, because she didn’t need to.

Something told her that he was watching though, tracing every step she made to make sure she got home in one piece. She thought she was crazy, her life didnt matter more than anyone else in Gotham. He’s not following me, why would he? she thought, Even though I’m dating Jason Todd, they probably don’t know Jason, so my life doesn’t mean much more to them than any one of the hookers along this street. I’m overthinking it.

The walk home took two hours, she left Jason’s at 4am just to find herself back home at 6am, bright and early as the sun rose, ready to greet the day and all it had in store for everyone. But the things it had in store for Y/N was a class and if she was lucky, cuddling with Jason. Nothing more, nothing less.

She would open her front door, unscathed from the journey home, except maybe for a few callouses on her feet, it was the last time she wouldn't pay for more than a day of parking, that’s for sure. Heels were not the shoes you wanted for a two-hour walk home in the Autumn cold, but they were what she had.

She thought about what she was going to do next, and the first thought she had was to shower. Not because she needed to, but because she wanted to nurse the terrible headache she had and to think some things through. What she normally did in the shower.

She wanted so much more from so much of her life. the main offender of seemingly not being enough for her was Jason. Not because she didn’t want more, but because she craved more from him. He was injured, so she wouldn’t get much more rom him for the time being, and it stung a little for her. She just wanted him, maybe sexually, maybe in a more romantic setting or maybe just on her couch on a Thursday afternoon. It was all three of those options and she knew it.

She pulled out of the shower and looked at the time, 6:50am. Okay, she thought, little more time than I wanted to spend in the shower, but I guess the universe had different plans for me today. What else do you have for me, universe? And how much of you plan involves Jason?

She would open her phone after quickly getting dressed. While she still cared for her appearance, she didn’t want to dress like she owned a law firm every day, so she didn’t. Just black jeans and a black top and she felt like a million bucks.

Just some quick outfit inspo. I like doing these a lot. I think fashion is funky :))

Artemis had sent her a message asking where she was at around 4am, she wondered why the time, but she then remembered that Artemis’ boyfriend worked with Dick Grayson, who was Jason’s brother, who worked most nights until radical hours of the night. The chances that he saw her on her two-hour walk home was high, but the chances that that had also made it back to Jason was higher. She knew she was in for it.

Hey sorry, I was at Jason’s. Fell asleep in his arms the whole shebang. And yeah, that was me who screamed the yo momma joke at the press. It was super childish, I know, but I don’t care. Those fucks are sucking my life force out of me and harassing my boyfriend, even your boyfriend.

She would then look at the articles calling her a gold digger and worth-nothing childish insulter of the press. She laughed. If the press wanted a fight from her, she was more than willing to oblige and load the canons.

She didn’t know how to fight back that well, since it was a mainly verbal fight, and she barely even knew how to fight physically, hence all the running and non-confrontational arguments she had had to the press.

And like fucking clockwork, Jason texted her.

Did you walk home alone or are my brothers lying bastards?

I walked. I knew someone saw me, fuck.

Why did you walk home? I thought you drove here?

I did, but we spent more than 12 hours together Jason. I didn’t buy enough hours, suddenly my car was being towed.

You could have asked for a ride home from Alfred! He would have in a heartbeat.

I was going to! But I got distracted and it all became a blur and suddenly I was part of the way home in the dark by myself!

What if you had gotten hurt?

Well, I saw one of the vigilantes of the city on the rooftops, I’m sure if I screamed they would have seen me. They always do see that stuff.

So, your car got towed huh?

Yeah, I don’t know when I’ll be able to pay it off. It’s not exactly like money my parents give me should go to my car getting towed because I got fucked over by seeing my boyfriend.

You’ll figure it out. Sorry about the car, that’s got to suck fucking ass.

You think? I’m stuck taking the fuckin’ subway till I get my car back. I hate the subway, too many people. Far too many people. Too many eyes. It gets stressful really quickly. Might just walk every where honestly, I can’t deal with the eyes of strangers.

But you’re a C-list celebrity.

Internet is different. I can just block the bad eyes and move on with my life, you should see my block list now that some people are connecting my name to the girl who flipped off the press, thank god Twitter has a fuckin block feature.

You should really just meet my family so you don’t have to run away before they get home, would probably cause you a lot less financial stress, Y/N.

I’ll think about it.

You should think a little harder about it. I don’t want you to get your car impounded ‘cause you’re seeing me, why did you even park in pay-to-park?

Did you not see the massive mob trying to get to you? It was impossible for me to even try to pull into the driveway. Hence why I’m being insulted, you know, ‘cause I yelled at the press to get them to leave me alone. I fucking hate the press, you’re stabbed, severely injured last time they got information, and they’re harassing me, asking me what I like to do on the weekends.

Fucking vultures. Yeah, I’ve seen that. I’ve read the articles. But that’s the press for you, absolute trash and spitting bullshit in everyway.

Fucking hate the press, that’s for damn sure. Despise them. I won’t ever change that, even if, knock on wood, we break up.

Praying we don’t break up so I can see you lose your shit at the press when you’re bored.

She would get up to go make some coffee, since it was closer to 7:20am and if her roommate woke up, she could just tell her to get up anyway.

The press can suck my dick. she said.

You have a dick?

Oh yeah. Massive. 20ft long. It probably won’t even fit all the vultures.

Oh my god, that’s not as big as mine.

lmfao is it now?

Oh yeah.

Nice.

Anyway, my brothers are staying home from school today, I think they’re making me play Resident Evil 8 with them? You know that game?

Of course. Everyone in that game is infinitely hot.

Are you bi?

I don’t know. Haven't thought that far ahead to actually label myself. I just like people. Sometimes it’s men, sometimes it’s women. But you have to agree when you see them all. That game came out when I was still in high school, so I’ve played the entire thing. My phone background is actually one of the characters.

Which one?

I’ll show you if I come over tonight.

My brothers might be in my room, though.

Okay, but, RE8 is an amazing game. So, worth it.

You won’t meet them normally but I pull out a game you love and you’re down?

I’m very easy to convince.

You still have notes to write when you come over though.

Oh yeah, I was probably going to have to come over both ways, just because I need those notes and you do too.

Do you not own a printer?

I barely even own a laptop, I’m waiting for my old one to come in the mail.

How do you even manage?

With a whole lot of will and spite, anything is possible.

And that’s when her discord group chat @’ed her. She was on Do Not Disturb because she was Jason, and apparently they missed her.

Y/N! C’mere. One said.

Yes? Whatduhya want nerds?

We’ve decided to hold a fake internet wedding between you and Christopher. Another said.

A what.

We’re getting married!

Sometimes I wish I never left Metropolis and then I remember you fucks live there. Why are we doing this? You do know I have a boyfriend right? She asked them.

I don’t know, we’re bored and we miss you. We can have a bachelorette party in Gotham, if you want.

I’m this close to going back on DND.

The group chat was made way back when they had all first met in grade 9 and had been active ever since. They all had stayed in the city when they graduated though, but since Y/N received a scholarship, fully paid for, she took the opportunity and jumped.

They were some of her closest friends, even if they lived in a different city to her now, even if they were all busy with school, even if she was busy with school and a boyfriend, A lot of her life wouldn’t be complete without her crack friends in her hometown.

They had all ben partying like crazy while she was gone, and if she wasn’t so hung up in her own life, she’d probably be down there with them.

Before you do, can you please explain why you’re screaming at the press, lmao.

Because fuck the press, dude. Why else?

What did they do to you?

Have you seen the recent articles?

That’s true.

She laughed and finished her coffee. Jason had not responded yet, she assumed his brothers were either checking on him or they had started the game. It was around 8am when A/N finally left her room.

“I thought you were staying with Jason?”

“I was, but then I remembered he has like 9 siblings and I’m not about to meet them all. Then I walked home.”

“You walked?”

“Car got towed.”

“Fuck, can you afford the bill? I can’t.”

“Nope.”

“Guess we’re going to take the subway for a while, huh.”

She sighed and put her cup in the sink, “At least you don’t have school to go to and your lover comes to meet you, I have shit to do and places to be,” she frowned, “Inconvenient.”

“Could you borrow money from Jason’s dad?”

“I don’t borrow money from family, it’s hard enough for me to accept the money my parents send me.”

“I know it is, when’s your class?”

“3pm, I’ll be leaving at 12pm though, because the subway is unreliable.”

“This is going to be a hard hit for us.”

“Well, it’s not like it’s fucking your credit. Mine’s tanking.”

“You’ll pull through it.”

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She got onto the subway at 12:30pm. She really hated the way it was running. The people, the faces, the staring eyes of unwanted attention. People knew who she was and she hated it. She didn’t like the attention, she just liked the fucking with people. She wanted to get off the subway the minute she got on.

She eventually couldn’t take it and got off a few stops away, there was still a substantial walk towards the college, but she knew it would be. She even brought a leather jacket with her so that she could walk if she couldn’t take it anymore.

And there she was, in the busy streets of Gotham, walking to her college. Barely aware of the people who did stare at her, because she just kept walking, lost in her thought but aware of the people in her trail, the cross walks and the lights she was waiting for occasionally. She just kept walking until Artemis met up with her,

“Hey! I didn’t know you were walking to school today,” Artemis said.

“Oh! I didn’t want to, my car got towed though.”

“Your car got towed? That sucks so much. Well, we’re going the same way, so I’ve decided I’m going to walk with you, you get no say.”

“Of course. I was going to ask if you wanted to,” she laughed, “It’s more fun with a friend anyway, Art.”

“So, how are things with you and Jason, I’m legally obliged to ask as one of his friends.”

“Well, we made it official if that’s the kind of thing you want to hear,” she laughed again, “I’m sure it’s the answer Dick will eat up.”

“You’re right about that one. Dick’s a sucker for a romantic story, you should write one, since you write. He’d probably read it all.”

“Well, that would be fun, but I still don’t have my laptop.”

“You could use Jason’s?” Artemis suggested..

“Nah. It’ll be fine,” she said, “I’ll manage.”

“Aren’t you collecting notes for him for your psychology class?”

“I am, it’s not like he can go anywhere. I actually told him he’d need to walk eventually so that it’s not a learning curve when he’s healed.”

“That’s what all of us are telling him too, he’s a stubborn man, good luck with that one,” Artemis laughed, “He’s always been the stubborn friend. Worse than Will, actually, and Will is really bad with being stubborn.”

“It’s fine,” she laughed, “If you asked any of my Metropolis friends they’d say the same about me.”

“I bet you were quite the wild child in your heyday back in your city,” Artemis laughed, “I hate Metropolis.”

“Who doesn’t? It’s so crowded.”

“Uh, Clark doesn’t. He thrives there, no idea why, he grew up in Smallville. If anyone should be uncomfortable with Metropolis it should be the small-city country boy, but I guess it’s his thing.”

“I forget you know everyone.”

“We know a lot of people, are you’re slowly being let into our massive circle of very well-known people. Welcome to the group, I guess,” she laughed, “You'll either hate or love the fame that comes from this.”

“Well, if its paparazzi and press, I think I’ll hate it.”

“I can promise you right now that it’s not all paparazzi and press, we haven’t been bothered today, probably because we are on the move.”

“You shouldn’t say that, you’ll jinx it.”

“I know a lot about not jinxing it, but that’s a story for another time,” Y/N noticed that when Artemis said this her eyes glazed over and she looked upset.

“You don’t ever have to talk to me about something you’re not ready to talk about,” Y/N reassured her.

“Hey, the trauma makes me funny.”

“Two can play that game.”

They would ramble on for the rest of the walk to their college. Nothing really of substance, just getting to know each other further. She was glad she found a friend in Artemis, it would have sucked if the two of them didn’t get along, but with each word they exchanged, they had so much fun.

She even told Artemis about that time she played Katherine Howard in her school’s budget play of Six - The Musical. She was proud of the riffs she was able to do, but she didn’t talk about it often. She was never the type of brag about her achievements, no matter how amazing they were.

But Artemis and Y/N parted ways and Y/N went to her class and wrote the same, boring, scribbly and barely legible notes. She figured eventually she’d need nicer handwriting, but did she want to work on it? No.

When she finished, she saw Artemis and who she could only assume to be Wally, at Artemis’ class doors. She waved to Artemis, before Artemis called her over.

“Y/N! Hey, I would ask how class is, but this is Wally,” she gestured to the red-head boy beside her, and Y/N held out her hand to shake Wally’s.

“Hi, Wally.”

“Y/N. It’s nice to meet you since Jason can’t shut up about you and my girlfriend likes you a lot.”

“Well that's sweet of you Artemis. You’re just so in love with me,” Y/N joked.

“Girl. You know it,” Artemis joked back.

“You two already have a close bond? That’s impressive,” Wally said, “Never seen anyone win over any of my friends this quickly,” he muttered.

They joked for a little while longer, just getting to know Wally before she had to go, she had to get to Jason’s.

The walk was a while away, so she went and sat on a park bench for a minute to check her phone, Jason had texted her.

Hey baby, are you coming over?

I am, yes. I actually just met Wally.

You met Wally and I wasn’t there to see it? C’mon.

Artemis introduced us! Go yell at her.

Oh. Never mind. I won’t do that.

Ha! Scared of her?

Maybe a little, she can be scary, okay?

You can’t tell but I’m laughing at you.

Dhmu.

That’s fine, I’ll just go hang out with Alfred and not you. He seems like he would be spiteful like me.

That’s unfair.

I thought you said don’t hit me up?

Fuck.

Checkmate.

I am upset.

No you’re not.

No I’m not.

She would walk down the street further, maybe within a couple steps to reach the Manor, when a man dragged her into an alleyway. She yelped.

“Uh, hello? Can I help you?” she asked, pretending she wasn’t terrified.

“How much would Bruce give me for you?” the attacker mumbled before he tried to knock her to the ground, but she had another plan.

He grabbed her, put his face close to hers, and she head-butted him, he would stumble back, and she started running to the Manor.

“Come here you fucking bitch!” he screamed. She could feel her nose bleeding as she ran and ran, the security saw her and pulled her into the gateway before drawing their guns and urging her to run to the steps of the Manor.

And she ran. The security at the door saw her and let her in, and yelled for Alfred.

“What is this nonsense, oh,” Alfred paused when he saw the blood running out of Y/N’s nose, “Miss Y/N, what happened to you?” he asked before grabbing her hand and pulling her into the entry-way bathroom and opening a first-aid kit.

“Okay so, what happened was I was walking to the Manor because my car got towed right? And this fucking bastard dude pops out from an alleyway and pulls me into it, asks some bullshit about how much Bruce would pay for me, when he grabbed me and tried to knock me down, when I head-butted him and started running,” she said, completely unphased.

Alfred didn’t respond to her and started to stop the bleeding when Bruce called for him, “In the entry-way bathroom, Master Wayne!” he answered.

Bruce came around the corner and saw Alfred was already tending to Y/N, “Well, this is the event where I meet my son’s girlfriend, when she is bleeding and running from a strange man in an alleyway.”

“Heh, sorry,” she said and outstretched her hand to shake his, “It’s nice to finally meet you, Bruce.”

“I can tell you’re going to be quite the addition to this household,” he said as he took her hand and shook it, “As long as you’re okay.”

“I’m okay.”

“That’s good. I guess you can’t get mad at Jase for being a reckless man now.”

“I really can’t.”

“Alright, you should be good, Miss Y/N.”

“Thank you, Alfred. But you really didn’t have to.”

“I’ve been taking care of 5 boys and 3 girls since most of them were little, Miss Y/N. A little blood is really no big deal for me to handle.”

“That’s obvious.”

“You can go see the boys now, they’re going to ask you though,” Bruce said.

“I know.”

She walked to Jason’s room, hoping that he wouldn’t have all of his siblings in the room, he did though.

“Hey, Y/N- what the fuck happened to you?” Jason exclaimed when she opened the door.

“Oh great, all your siblings are here. Anyway, I guess,” she paused, taking in a big breath so she could run through the events quickly, “So I was walking here ‘cause my car got towed, right? When some fucking bastard man grabs me and yanks me into an alleyway and starts going off about how much Bruce will pay him to get me back or something,” she paused again, “And when he tried to knock me down by getting really close and personal to my face, like an idiot I should add, I head-butted him.”

“You did what?’

“I’m not done yet, met your dad when I actually had blood running out of my nose because that's just my fucking luck. Okay, now you can be disappointed in me,” she joked.

“I will say again, you did what?”

“Something stupid?” she said.

“You could say that again, my god, what went through your head?”

“Uh, nothing. Just survival. Fight or flight but I head-butted a man, and hi, everyone.”

“Hi, Y/N, I’m Dick,” Dick said, “You clearly are meant for Jason,” he joked, “That's something he would do.”

“Don’t encourage her, Dick!”

Stephanie got up and greeted her, “You know, Y/N, I always wanted a crazy sister,” she joked, “I’m Stephanie, the black-haired girl is Cass, and the red-head is Barbara.”

“Me too,” Cass hopped onto the joke.

“It’s something else when you meet the girl your brother is dating after she head-butted a man, apparently,” Y/N laughed, “I know it’s far-fetched-”

“Not really,” Tim cut her off, “You know Jason protected Will when they were attacked?”

“That’s Tim, by the way,” Dick said.

“So you can’t yell at me for head-butting a man!” Y/N joked at Jason while going to sit beside him, he slinged an arm around her shoulder and leant his head into her head.

“Well, you seem like a nice enough girl,” Barbara said, “Take away the reckless behavior, and you are lovely.”

“That is valid, to be honest. Not exactly the way you want to meet your brother’s girlfriend.”

“You think?” Jason asked, sarcastically.

“Ha ha.”

“See, she thinks I’m funny, why can’t you fucks?”

Y/N laughed and then asked Dick, who was playing RE8 at the time, staring at the photo of Donna Bentiveno, “She’s cute, isn’t she, Dick?”

“Have I been staring?”

“Let’s just say Angie is probably very pissed at you.”

“Oh! Whoops. There’s a point to this, I forgot.”

“I don’t blame you, I remember forgetting there was a point and the little bitch devil doll would attack you.”

“Language.”

“Oh no, you’re lame. Gross.”

“Excuse me?” Dick asked as the rest of the room erupted in laughter.

“Do you guys see why I like her now?” Jason asked.

“Uh no, she’s mean,” Dick said.

“You’re going to die if you don’t start paying attention, Dick,” Y/N said.

“Oh!” and he died.

“And that kids, is why we listen to the person who’s 100%’ed the game.”

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Y/N and Jason would spend hours with his brothers and sisters until the sun started to set and they all scattered to their own rooms to do their own things. you can’t keep a lot of kids in one room for so long.

Once everyone left, Y/N placed her hands on Jason and kissed him, she was actually able to be laid on his pillow, he was able to pin her to the bed. And they did just that. He was on top of her, using his one arm to prop himself up and using his other hand to touch her face.

Her hands found their way into his hair like they always did, she found a lot of joy in playing with his hair. Their tongues danced together, they never fought or anything, they just enjoyed each other when Jason let out a small moan and she let out a small laugh.

“Keep it in your pants, Tiger,” she joked, “You’re not fully healed.”

“You literally smashed your face into another man but I can’t moan when I kiss you?”

“Because I know you want more.”

“Hell yeah I do,” he said as he went back for more, actually using his strength to keep her to the bed, but she didn’t protest this time.

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Teen Idle | (m)

Pairing: Hoseok x Reader

Genre: Smut. PWP

Warnings: Unprotected sex, creampie, blowjob, dry humping, exhibitionism, dirty talk, degrading language, mentions of religion in a negative light. Mentions of infidelity.

Summary: “Wish I’d been a teen, teen idle Wish I’d been a prom queen, fighting for the title Instead of being sixteen and burning up a bible Feeling super, super (super!) suicidal The wasted years, the wasted youth The pretty lies, the ugly truth And the day has come where I have died Only to find I’ve come alive” - Teen Idle by Marina

OR: You’d been a good girl and for what? Hedonistic adventures of a church girl turned.... well, bad.

Words: 6k+

A/n: Bad like this absolutely last minute smut lmao eejhbduefhebfuejdn i wrote this in two days and this was NOT on my list of WIPs until like a day ago so I apologise if this isn’t your cup of tea. But tysfm to @yminie for the AMAZING mood board I forever will be amazed by her talents. Not beta read bc it’s my baby’s bday and i dont wanna be sending over work for her to read over!! pls let me know if you enjoyed. I loved writing hoseok ravage me in my mind :’))).

It was hard to understand what exactly was your place in the world. Ever since you’d been a young girl, growing up in a conservative house with a preacher for a father and a very strict mother to match – you had known nothing but disciple, purity and how to make conscientious choices knowing that god is watching at all times. Even to think of an anomalous thought earned you a solitary confinement in your room with the holy book itself to make your wrongs in to rights. Your parents couldn’t have the preacher’s daughter being just like those insolent teenagers that you went to school with – could they?

The whole of your youth had been spent singing in choirs, volunteering at church on every Sunday and making sure each moment of your life was free from sin and impurity. You never wanted to be like the drugged, easy harlots that went to your impure school. You were better than that. You were better than them. That’s what you’d been told your whole life. To be better than everyone else in the eyes. It did not matter to you that you didn’t have a social circle surrounding you like the rest of your peers that you witnessed on a daily basis – making out freely and shamelessly on the hood of their cars after school or even before school.

“You’re better than these heathens, y/n. Remember that. The lord will reward you for your resistance.” These words have been spoken to you so many times you’d lost count. Your father was a strict man and every punishment, every lesson came down to this; being better than those ‘heathens.’ It wasn’t to say that you regretted servicing the church as a teenager, spending your nights sorting out bulletins instead of crashing college parties like the girls in your class giggled about in the hallways. Charitable work was regarding high in the eyes of the lord. And this life was temporary. You had the whole of heaven to look towards after passing from this world and the hedonistic people that inhabited it.

You wanted to be nice and virginal because in the eyes of the lord, in the holy book, that was more desirable than being an easy slut. Society still valued the innocence, perceived dependency, and sexual inexperience of a female virgin, while shunning women when they “corrupt” themselves by giving themselves away and you’d been a fool when you’d given it all away to one man that you’d thought was the one for you. But what did you get in return? A cheating bastard who’d been sleeping with his secretary – quarter his age.

“Y-Y/n!” your whole body had been on auto pilot and your feet had taken you straight towards your car while Sehun had ran after you – shirt unbuttoned and haphazardly tucked in to his slacks after the scandalous scene you had walked in to at his office.

“Y/n, wait! I can explain!” you’d been told all your life that rage was a sin too. Never to let the anger consume your brain enough to make it cloudy with bad decisions and yet, you hadn’t cared then when you’d turned out – heaving with so much anger you weren’t sure if it was possible to explode from just one emotion.

“Explain what?! What is there to explain?” Your tone is louder than the gentle croon it always was, speaking gracefully and politely like good girls from noble, pious families did. It the surprise on Sehun’s face at your outburst is almost as surprising as finding out that your fiancé had been sleeping with another woman for god knew how long!

But that’s right isn’t it? God knew everything and he had known about this too. So why did he think you deserved this? Did you not deserve to be happy? With a fiancé, a good job, a ‘good’ family? Where did you go wrong?

You’d given up your body for this man thinking he’d done the same. He’d given you himself in return and you had felt whole – at least then. So why did you feel so conned now? Why did you feel the regret creep up now at giving up your purity, your virginity to a man you had given everything to and gotten absolutely nothing from?

“I can’t believe you’re talking to me like that.” The look of utter surprise with an undertone of disgust had you wanting to hurl your bag to his face – wiping away the contorted expression as if he’d met the most vile person on earth. He was in in place to be chastising you after being caught fucking his secretary and yet he had the nerve to do it anyway?

“Fuck you, Sehun.” That’s the last thing you’d uttered to his face, surprising even yourself at your boldness before you’d dashed out of the lot to where you sat now. The bar that was closest to your work building while you’d been driving by. Your emotional state was somewhere between a mess because of your time wasted with Sehun and feeling bitter as you questioned your whole life. What did you have to show for all those years spent following the rules, being a good religious girl only to break one of the most scared rules for a man that didn’t give a crap about you?

You felt dirty and disgusting and craved the glory that you felt within you – like you were better than the people surrounded by you – pure and almost godly. It fed the narcissist in you that your parents had made you out to be. Always telling you that you were better than everyone else out there because of who you were and how you lived your life. Sure your co-workers thought you a but stuck up. But of course – they weren’t the ones with a modest job, a fiancé, a perfect home at such a young age. They were just bitter that your life was flawless and you had it all while staying pure and remembering god while the heathens out there could never have both.

At least that’s what you’d thought. How did you even fool yourself in to believing that you could have it both ways? Have pre-marital sex while trying to live a life that ensured you your place in heaven. Why did it all seem like a waste of time? You’d been a fool and lived a lie. Thinking that being a good Christian girl instead of living a life like the typical teenager did would ensure that you avoided heartache such as this. But it happened anyway. So why? Why had you been so good? Why did you waste your youth burning up a bible while your peers were out there making these mistakes already; probably learning how to avoid men exactly like Sehun than being a fool almost nearing 30 and never having had intimate relationships – at least not like the one you had with Sehun. You’d given him your virginity for goodness sake.

“What would you like ma’am?” The bartender looked at you – slightly unsurely as you stared up at his face just as confused, having never been at a bar like this alone. In fact, you could count on one hand the times you had visited a bar and it had been with Sehun to attend work functions that you both usually left early to pray together before you went to bed at 10pm promptly. God, you were a fucking disaster. And maybe this was a mid-life crisis because even you weren’t sure you’d make it to 60 years old let alone live a normal life in to your elderly years.

“She’ll have a vodka tonic.” The deep, sultry voice was unmistakably of someone you had known very well at work. Well, known was a bit of an over statement.

The bartender nodded, getting to mixing your drink straight away while all the golden skinned, glowing sharp features and a lithe body and a perfect coy smile that was Hoseok, took a seat beside you on the bar stool. His hair was parted and the tie he’d been sporting at work today was loosened around his neck but the blazer still stayed. He looked like a sin you wanted to commit and you couldn’t believe that your mind was so loose tonight that it had even allowed you to think lustful thoughts rather than filtering them out of your system like you’d trained it to.

“Mr. J-Jung.”

“We’re not at the office anymore Y/n. Please call me Hoseok.” He smiled at you so brightly that if you weren’t so at war with yourself internally; you may have even returned it. Usually you avoided much contact with the opposite sex as you already had a fiancé and looking at strange men was not looked upon favourably in the eyes of god. Especially men that induced such lustful thoughts in your mind… But did that even matter anymore? Why had you done all of that when it in the end you’d been fucked over by life anyway? Were you just another pathetic woman; like the ones you despised and told yourself that you were nothing like them?

“Never thought I’d see you at a bar, let alone, by yourself. What’s happening? Lover boy skip a date to go to church?” He chuckles at his own joke and you can’t bring yourself to fight with him. Because at the moment you were questioning every aspect of your life, every opportunity missed and every mistake not made.

Fuck Sehun. Fuck him. Fuck religion. Fuck the people who fooled you in to thinking that you were special. Because if you were then why did this happen? You were no better than any other woman out there even when you kept yourself the cleanest you could. You denied yourself the pleasures that everyone indulged in – thinking and even feeling to some extent like the godly being you were told to strive to be.

“No. He diched me to fuck his secretary at his office.” Your casual response has Hoseok’s eyes going wide, spluttering for a moment before he’s shaking his head as if trying to wrap his head around what you’d told him.

“First of all, never thought I’ll hear you swear,” He shoots you a smirk before a more sombre look takes place on his face, “Damn. Holy shit. I’m sorry to hear that y/n. How could he do that to… toyou.”

Maybe you’d be offended if the context and the circumstances were different. But they weren’t. And it was true. You had thought yourself to be better than everyone else you worked with and thought that you deserved it all. It was your reward for following the rules that god made man to follow. But of course, where did that get you? A lost virginity that made you feel like a whore with even actually being one, not knowing what was true and what wasn’t and the regret. The fucking regret that in your late 20s you had wasted your youth and never gained the ability to deal with a heartbreak such as this. Suddenly, you craved it all. You wanted to go back in time, fuck every guy on the basketball team, fall in love with all of them just for them to break your heart the next week. Drink yourself to oblivion to numb the pain of said heart break or eat your feelings. Do everything that would prepare you for today so could handle these feelings like an actual strong woman and not one whose confidence lay solely on god. Who waved around a false sense of superiority because she didn’t drink? Didn’t smoke? Had only slept with the man she was going to marry?

You’d wasted all those years like a fucking fool. And of course, Hoseok, who teased you the most about being the way you were – stuck up – to witness your downfall.

“Well, he did.” You’re nonchalantly taking a sip of a drink you’ve never had before but thankfully you’re not spitting it back out like a rookie as the alcohol burns its way down your throat and settles in your system. Already making your body temperature rise and you weren’t even through with all of the glass.

“What a shitbag.” Normally you would reprimand anyone who sore in front of you but today; you just shrugged. Still deep in thought, letting the regret take you over as you downed another glass, the pleasant haze of feeling tipsy tearing down your walls of defence and your inhibitions.

“Well, as much as I dislike you for being a killjoy at work and having your nose in the air every time someone even walks by you; I apologise on the behalf of male species. Never thought any bad would be happening to you.” He’s snorting to himself as he drinks his own glass of whiskey, gesturing the bartender to fill your glasses once more. And while he does; you look at him. Reallylook at him. You no longer want to deny that Jung Hoseok was a devastatingly charming man. He was a favourite around the office and you’d never seen him without some sort of smile on his handsome, sharp face. When you’d first started work at his department; he��d tried to flirt with you on day one but you’d quickly shut him down, holding on to your cross necklace as you told him you didn’t court men that easily. But as you watched his easy stance, the way his thighs spread out naturally to accommodate him and the dishevelled look of his hair from running his hands through it; you wanted him.

You wanted him to make you forget. You wanted to live out each and every fantasy you had and make up for the lost years you spent holed up as a teenager. And who best to do it with the most handsome and effervescent man you knew? Sure, you’d only given him dirty looks each time you caught him in the break room making out with a different co-worker every other week. But you were a hypocrite. Because in this moment, you wanted nothing more than to be one of those girls. You wanted him to fuck you on every surface of every building. You wanted to be an actual whore than pretend like you were treated any better than one. Discarded to the side so easily by Sehun.

“You okay, y/n?” He’s looking at you now and you know that he’s caught the spark in your eyes, no doubt being able to tell that you weren’t the y/n he worked with on the daily basis. You realise; that version of you had died the moment you’d caught Sehun in the act. This was the new you and she wanted to make up for lost time and suddenly, you felt jittery and moist between your legs as you glanced at Hoseok’s fingers circling the mouth of the glass.

“I will be. If you can help me.” Your voice is soft but determined as you stare him square in the eyes. Sometime during the night, he’d somehow moved closer to you, face now inches away from yours as his own shamelessly took in your pencil skirt and your collared blouse. To proper and put together for his liking. And now, to your own as well.

“You really mean that?” His voice is deliciously husky and it sends a chill down your spine but you nod your answer anyway. Not breaking eye contact with his glossy ones.

“I need you to say it sweetheart.” And you will. Because tonight you wanted nothing more than to feel the feelings you had avoided your whole life – thinking that somehow you’ll remain a better person than everyone you knew.

“W-Will you… will you fuck me Hoseok? Show me what good girls can’t have? Make me regret ever not wanting to let you have me on that day?” Even to your ears, your voice sounds foreign. Never being so openly blunt and shameless. But you knew that Hoseok doesn’t care because he’s cursing under his breath, muttering a ‘fuck’ as he rakes his gaze over your body once more. Then, he’s pushing back his glass while he holds on to your wrist – dragging you out of the bar with him.

“W-Where are we going?”

“To fuck.” Your face is going red and the blood in your veins is bubbling from excitement. You were being careless and reckless and yet; you’d never felt so alive before. This really was your new life. And you could do everything you hadn’t in your past one. Hoseok has your hand firmly in his own as he’s pushing you in to a darkened alley next to the bar. The night air is slightly cool and people are still walking by once in a while to access the bar. In an instance, you’re pushed up against the brick wall, the rough edges digging in to your back harshly as Hoseok blankets your body with his own, towering over you. You’re breathing hard and watching his each move while he only places both of his arms on either sides f your head.

“Do you really want this y/n? Because this is your last chance before I have you the way I’ve always wanted.” And somehow, your breathing is getting faster as you stare at him expectantly.

“I am. U-Use me Hoseok. It’s what I want.” I want to feel like a dollar whore. I want your cum dripping out of me. I want to have your cock in my mouth until the day I die.

It was as if your previous self had been so deprived to the point that the new life you suddenly have made you a nymphomaniac as the default setting. Wanting nothing more than to do anything and everything to fill that deep ache you felt inside your soul and now your pussy. Hell, your previous self wouldn’t have even said any of these words even in your thoughts.

And Hoseok needs no more reassurance as he’s pushing up your skirt in a haste – in a public place, mind you, where anyone could walk by and see two figures huddled up against the wall – and then pulling down your modest white cotton panties that were now soaked.

“Fuck, you’re this wet already? I always knew you were so prim and proper to hide the inner slut in you. Weren’t you baby?” And all you do is nod slowly, watching him hitch up your legs as he settles them on his waist to steady you. All the while his eyes grow increasingly frantic, watching you tremble beneath him. In a way – he was also getting to taste the unforbidden fruit and you were more than willing now. Ready to rid yourself of your virtue that you’d held on to so tightly – at least in spirit.

“Answer me, y/n. Did you always want me? Hm? You always wanted my cock?” His voice is gravely and it sends shivers down your spine that’s perched up against the brick wall.

Something about letting a practical stranger like Jung Hoseok take you in such a public setting was so sensual and erotic to you that you were a mess between your legs, sticky arousal smearing the insides of your thighs as Hoseok looked down between you both. But to your surprise – he doesn’t open his belt buckle as you’d assumed he would. Instead – he’s pushing his hips in to yours, mashing his hardened length against your naked pussy and the breath is taken straight out of your lungs.

“H-Hoseok.”

“Yeah baby?” His hips have started to roll a steady rhythm against your soaked core and you know that he’s making a mess of his own slacks every single time he’s rubbing his cock against your sticky core. And affectively helping you get ever so close to that peak you’d been familiar with but never quite so intensely. Sure, you’d thought Sehun was good in bed but in comparison to whom? Hoseok wasn’t even inside you and you were a mess already. The pleasure so intense and concentrated that the noises that were leaving your lips were almost uncontrollable. As if no matter how much you’ll try; they’ll escape you anyway, painting the dim lilted walls of the alley with your breathy sighs and cries of Hoseok’s name.

A man who you were not courting nor were you even remotely romantically involved with. And saying his name over and over again only made you wetter knowing that fact. It was an act of defiance against your own beliefs and you were going to yell his name in ecstasy any chance you got.

“I need you,” your moan that comes out more as a whine only makes him smirk and push his hips harder in to you, pushing your back farther up against the rough brick wall as it grazes your back almost painfully. And you love every second of it.

“Need me where, y/n?” He’s fastened his pace, resorting to now just a quick grind of his hips in between your legs to deliciously put pressure on you bundle of nerves – almost never detaching from your hips at all.

“Ah! I-In me. Oh god. I-I’m-”

“Already? Such a hungry cock slut.” Hoseok tuts, eyes never leaving your face that’s contorted in a look of almost pain because of being so dangerously close to the edge. Your hands are clawing his back and his face is buried in the crevice of your neck, picking away at the threads that held your sanity close until each string was giving away to the carnal lust that flowed all throughout your body. You weren’t wanting to fight any sensation that you felt. But somehow, your mind still tried to fight off the impending orgasm despite knowing that’s exactly what you wanted. You wanted a release. You to let go. But Hoseok isn’t exactly making it easy for you. Because the next thing you know – he’s pushed you down on your knees until you were level with his hips and looked up hazily in to his own hungry eyes.

“You don’t get to cum so easily my dear y/n. Not after all these years I had to put up with your self-righteous attitude only to have your slutty mouth ask for my cock. You need to earn it.” He’s almost spitting out the words while he unbuckles his pants, the sound of his belt buckle opening and the sight of his veiny arms sending another trickle of arousal out of your pussy – panties still around your ankles and skirt still pushed up high.

Slowly, he’s fisting out his throbbing cock that has you gasping when you take in the length and its girth as well. He was bigger and wider than Sehun but a good few centimetres and the thought of his cock stretching you out terrified and excited you all at once. Giving it a few shallow pumps as he smears the pearly white liquid around his length – he eyes you expectantly, gesturing with his chin to come forward.

“Get to work babe. If you want this cock inside you – you better show me how much you want it.” Your eyes most look like a deer caught in the headlights because after a few seconds, Hoseok is cursing under his breath before he’s fisting your hair – only to tilt your face up harshly.

“Open your mouth wide, y/n.” And as if in a trance, you do. With one quick thrust – Hoseok is hitting the back of your throat, making you gag around his slightly salty cock.

“Fuck. Your mouth is a sin in itself babe. And you know I’m the biggest sinner.” He’s spitting out every word between clenched teeth as he thrusts his cock in your mouth again and again. Your jaw already starting to ache as it opened almost painfully wide to accommodate his length while he continued his assault on your mouth.

You’re trying to keep your breathing even and breath through your nose so you don’t faint. The moans that escape you are again – unstoppable. You’d never given Sehun head because he’d deemed it ‘disgusting’ and ungodly behaviour. And yet – you’d found him with his cock buried deep in his assistant’s throat. The act itself with Hoseok’s handsome face peering down at you – lips between his teeth and hands guiding your movements – you can’t remember the last time or anytime in fact, you’d felt this sensual. This erotic and sultry and just plainly like a whore.Giving this beautiful man head in a dark alley with your skirt bunched up to your waist and ass exposed to anyone who could be passing by.

And what do you know – you can hear steps approaching the alley and on instinct, you try to pull away. But it’s hard when Hoseok’s nimble fingers are gripping your hair so tightly to the point where it stings. And with every passing second, you can hear the steps getting closer.

Your voices of protest are muffled while Hoseok only chuckles above you. “You think I care if someone sees you with my cock down your throat? You need to know,” He’s moaning out before he continues, “that your place is on your knees – before me. Like the cock slut you always have been hiding under your granny panties and high collared shirts.”

You can only muffle out a moan around his assaulting member as he continues to fuck your mouth while lewd, sloppy sounds fill the alley.

“F-Fuck. I’m going to c-cum babe.” His pace has increased and he’s frantically pushing his length deeper and deeper in your mouth while you try to suck on the tip of his engorged head as much as you can. And just when he’s about to cum – a voice all too familiar interrupts you both.

“Y/N? Is… Is that you?” You can hear Sehun approach the two figures he can probably only see vaguely. Your eyes shoot towards his direction and you know exactly the moment he’d recognized your voice and your form that’s sitting on the alley floor.

“Y/N!” Sehun has rushed forwards, grabbing your shoulders in a haste as he pushes Hoseok off of you. You’re sitting there with saliva dripping from your swollen mouth, eyes glazed over while Hoseok is only chuckling as he slips his hardened length back in his pants.

“How dare you do that to her?!” He’s roaring at Hoseok who looks like he doesn’t give two fucks about Sehun catching you with your mouth around his cock. He clearly had the wrong idea. Thinking you’d been forced. Just when you’d collected enough breath and reason in your mind – you push Sehun away forcefully while you walked towards Hoseok who was leaning against the opposite wall.

“Y/N…”

“What Sehun? What do you want?” You’re looking behind you as you walk towards Hoseok – completely throttled and thrashed with your skirt up to your waist – panties around your thighs.

“What in the god’s name are you doing?!” And you can only giggle as you start fishing Hoseok’s cock out of his trousers again – right in front of Sehun.

“Letting this man fuck my brains out.” You don’t need to look behind you to know that Sehun is probably looking at you shell-shocked. Never being able to imagine you this uninhibited and callous with your words. But you get a sneak at his face anyway when Hoseok is flipping you over so that your back rested against the brick wall again whilst he hitched up your legs to his waist again. And the thought that he didn’t care that Sehun was watching before rubbing the fattened head of his cock against your pussy all the while Sehun watched – only made your pussy gush.

You don’t remember the last time you felt this excited, this sexy when you’d been with a man. Not even Sehun who you’d considered to be the love of your life. But now you were finding out that you didn’t know any better and had no other man to compare him to. Of course you thought he was the one because your father approved of him.

“You’re going to go to hell for this y/n. For acting like a disgusting-”

“Slut? I know. I don’t give a shit Sehun. Now go away so I can get fucked in peace. Or don’t, I don’t care-ah!” Just then, Hoseok has pushed his girthy, painfully hard length inside you and Sehun is seething; disappearing from the dark alley just as you’re putting a hand to your mouth to quieten your cries as Hoseok’s length stretches out your pussy. And he’s looking straight down between you two, watching the way the labia of your pussy stretches around his length.

“Fuck, your cunt is hotter than the 7thcircle of hell my dear y/n.” He’s cursing under his breath, taking in a deep one just as he’s sheathed completely inside you, letting you take a breath as you try to get used to the largest intrusion you’d felt inside you.

“M-Move Hoseok.” You wanted him to wreck you. You wanted him to take his pleasure from you and use you so much so it made up for all the years of being a fool made you miss out on sleeping with every and any guy you wanted to.

“Can’t believe you preached to us all at every general meeting when your cunt is hotter than hell. You’ve always been the hidden devil among us all haven’t you? Hm?”

He’s throwing your hand away from your mouth when you just muffle out your answer behind them with each thrust of his cock inside your channel. You’re so wet that a squelching sound accompanies every thrust inside and it’s making you pink all over.

“Answer me y/n. You’re a cock whore who’s always been hungry for it haven’t you? Yeah?” With each word, his pace had increased the sounds of skin slapping against skin were so loud that they even brought you back down to earth and feel a hint of shame. But the pleasure coursing through you was enough for you to cry Hoseok’s name over and over like a prayer you wanted to have desperately answered.

“Y-Yes. I love c-cock. I want your cock to t-tear me up. U-Use me Hoseok-” you hiccup as tears well up in your eyes, feeling the bulbous head of his hard member nudge your cervix again and again. The natural curve of his dick hitting each nerve ending inside you that you didn’t even know existed.

“Oh baby.” He’s clenching out between his teeth, “I,” A deep thrust, “will.” Another one that has you almost howling every single time he bottoms out.

You don’t know how he’s holding back after being on edge for so long but you can feel him get even more impossibly harder. Almost as hard as stone inside your velvety walls.

“Fuck you’re so wet Y/N. Did Sehun ever make you this wet? Hm?” You’re pushed up against the wall with each punishing thrust that has a string of continuous moans falling from your lips.

“N-No. You f-fuck me so well h-hoseok.” It’s hard to speak but you love it nonetheless. Saying all the erogenous words out loud only made your pussy gush and clench around him harder.

“You gunna cum baby? You’re gunna cum for me?” You’re vigorously nodding your head while the tears escape past your eyes and on to your already sweaty and teary face while you sniffle away.

“Too fucking bad.” And just like that – he’s pulling out of you and pulling away so abruptly that you fall to the dirty floor in a heap. Pussy leaking with his and your combined fluids while he quickly tucks back his erection that almost look menacing now. You didn’t know why he insisted on torturing you both but you didn’t question it. Loving every second of your hedonistic and spontaneous sexual encounter.

“Come on.” He’s tugging you up on your wobbly feet and dragging you out of the alley. And when you try to pull down your skirt to cover your ass – he swats your hands away.

“No covering up. I want everyone to see what a whore you actually are. You want this to don’t you?” It takes you a few seconds to look at Hoseok’s smirking face and slowly; you nod. Letting him tug you out towards the parking lot – knowing that any passer-by – albeit it being almost 10pm – would be able to see your skirt pushed up with only your panties barely covering your modesty.

And just like that – Hoseok drags you over to his car; a shinny range rover. Pulling open the driver’s seat, he’s sitting inside and pushing back his seat slightly and then within seconds, pulling you on his lap to straddle his spread legs. Both of you are panting and both of you are staring straight at each other; consumed completely by lust as Hoseok gives your wrecked state a once over. He’s reaching out only to rip open the front of your blouse that had been buttoned up high – only to pull down the cups of your bra as your heaving breasts spring free.

“Fuck,” He mutters under his breath, groping the soft flesh between his large vascular hands, “Your tits are amazing. I want to suck on them all day.”

When you moan out in response, he continues, “You’d like that wouldn’t you? Maybe I can drop by to your office for a midday snack, huh? Suck these tits till they’re all puffy and swollen.”

“H-Hoseok. Please.” You’re desperate to reach your peak and now are shamelessly grinding against his hips to get some sort of friction. Hoseok’s bent forward with a nipple in his mouth, licking and sucking in the whole of you areola.

“Oh f-fuck. I’ll c-cum like this Hoseok.” And you were going to. You were so, so close you were about to lose your mind. Thankfully, Hoseok is opening his belt and letting you fish out his hard cock again and within seconds – you’ve taken initiative and impaled yourself on his hardened length.

“Fuck, you’re so hot baby. Just like that.” His hands have now found purchase on your waist as you start riding him like only your pleasure mattered. With the continuous teasing and the exhibitionist that Hoseok has awoke in you – your pussy was plenty wet and even overly so. Making deliciously dirty squelching sounds every time you slid over his pole again and again. Your rhythm increasing as your high built up again – and quite fast thanks to all the edging for hours.

“Yeah, fuck yourself on my cock y/n. Just like the dirty little cock whore you are. Aren’t you?”

“Y-Yeah. L-Love y-your cock.” You’re slurring your words as the car bounces from the sheer force of your pace as you ride Hoseok towards the sun. You could die a happy girl on his cock and when you look at his face that’s watching you like you’re the holiest thing he’d ever seen; you’re crying out your release while he thankfully gets the hint and holds up your hips, thrusting his cock inside you from below to push you over the edge completely.

“Fuck! Hoseok I-I’m-” Your teary face is looking at his own in panic while his hips frenetically push inside your gushing pussy.

“Cum on my cock baby. Let all your cunt juices go. I want to drown in your cum, fuck!” He’s growling and seething out the words as if he’s angry. Livid in fact and it only stretches out your orgasm further – as well as the hand that’s slipped between you both and now strummed your clit to almost a second peak while he chased his own high.

“Fuck fuck fuck I’m going to cum in your dirty pussy y/n. Can I? Fuck I’m n-not going to last. Please baby.”

Your teary face is weakly nodding while your head rests against his shoulder, body bouncing with every thrust inside your sopping and oversensitive walls. The hand on your clit that was incessantly rubbing was so close to make you cum again. And when Hoseok starts to slam your hips down on his lap – sticky and wet sounds echoing through the walls of the confined space in his car, flesh sticking to flesh – you cum once more and with a few more deep thrusts of his cock inside you – you can feel the spurts of his own cum flooding inside your walls.

“Fuck, I-I’m leaking out of you babe.” He’s watching between your bodies as the sounds get even sloppier with his cum overflowing from your pussy and back on to his cock – making a creamy mess between you two. And in that moment, you could only rest your head against his shoulder after having cum for the second time. Your body was worn and tired but your mind was buzzing in the aftermath of your rendezvous. Hoseok looked as beautiful as ever with his golden skin shining with perspiration while he caught his breath – caressing your behind almost lovingly. Love.

That’s not what you were after right now. In fact, even just thinking about it made you want to forget about the whole concept of it all. And when Hoseok looked down at you with a raised eyebrow – you just quietly lean back against the steering wheel, letting him have a look between where you two were joined again.

“Can you f-fuck your cum back in to me?” your sultry tone and your incredibly filthy question catches his off guard for sure. But it’s not even a minute later that he’s ordering you again.

“Turn around y/n. Let’s see that ass bounce.”

And of course, your new self in your new life is more than willing to oblige. Today was the day you had thought you’d died – only to find that you’ve come alive.

a/n: yay or nay? let me know!!

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