#queue looks up grinning like a devil

[grinninglikeadevil]

I remember it all too well.

[soft-mafia]

Detachable Antics [Buggy x Reader]

warnings: fem reader, nsfw, rough sex, mentions of anal, Buggy detaching his dick(and doing it in front of people)

a/n: I love Buggy☺️

Y/n was doing her regular duties, checking to see if everybody had their equipment for their acts, checking to see if all of the lights were set up, and making sure everybody knew their queues.

“Ok- snake charmer, you come in after the baton twirlers, and somebody move the tank so that it’s not directly under the tightropes, that could be a hazard—” Y/n was interrupted by a series of gasps and giggles from the people around her. She furrowed her brows, wondering what everybody was gawking at, “What’s wron- HOLY FUCK!” Y/n screamed when she saw Buggy’s big, floating dick right beside of her face.

“What? It’s nothing you haven’t seen before, baby!!” Buggy laughed as his voice came out from the speakers. Y/n screamed bloody murder and ran out of the circus tent, to which Buggy’s penis followed her, balls flopping through the air as it zoomed in her direction, “C’mon give it a little kiss!!”

“NO!!! GET IT AWAY FROM ME!!” Y/n growled, still running from Buggy’s flying dick, she screamed and tried to hide, hiding underneath and table set up outside of the tent. She breathed heavily, thinking that she was safe.. until she looked up and saw Buggy’s tip staring right at her face. Y/n squealed and threw the table off of her completely and tan again.

It looked like she didn’t have any other choice— Y/n was running for the shore. “Y/N!! NO!! You’re a devil fruit user!!!” Buggy shouted as he ran after her, miles behind his floating penis

“STOP CHASING ME WITH YOUR DICK!!” Y/n screamed, turning around to face Buggy’s penis, he was right behind it in the distance. “Give it one kiss, c’mon!! Don’t kill yourself, you’re too sexy!” Buggy called out.

“NO!! Literally everybody saw it, Buggy!!” Y/n growled. “I know, that’s why it was so hilarious!! You should’ve seen your face!” Buggy cackled, then his dick floated closer to her, making her flinch. The floating cock flopped up and down, inches away from her lips, “C’mon, kiss it and it’ll turn into a prince.” Buggy snickered, clearly getting a kick out of this. It was such a riot for him, just a floating cock right in his girlfriend’s face.

Y/n growled, then turned her face away.

“Why are you so afraid of it? You’ll let me put it in your ass but you draw the line at kissing it?” Buggy teased, moving his penis right back in front of her face.

“If I kiss it you’re just gonna shove it down my throat. I know you.” Y/n looked at his cock, then looked at Buggy. “I promise I won’t, c’monnnn.” Buggy continued to egg her on until she gave in. Y/n sighed, rolling her eyes before leaning in and pressing her lips against his tip. “Mwah. There, happy?”

Buggy grinned widely and finally, his dick flew back inside of his pants. “You’re so gross.” Y/n grumbled at him. Buggy giggled and walked over to Y/n, wrapping his arms around her and squeezing her tightly, “You love me.”

(Timeskip)

Buggy woke up one morning. However.. something felt off, something felt amiss. He decided to go to the bathroom area to take his morning piss and that’s when it hit him.

“WHERE IS MY DICK?!” He shouted through the halls of the Big Top as he made his way to the upper deck, “THIS ISN’T FUCKING FUNNY, MY DICK IS GONE!! WHO HAS IT?”

Buggy’s crew looked at their captain with wide eyes, all of them going silent and pausing what they were doing. “SPEAK UP!! Penises just don’t-.. grow legs and walk away!!” He growled.

“STOP LOOKING AT ME LIKE THAT!!” Buggy continued to shout.

Y/n strutted out from behind Buggy, acting as if nothing was happening at the moment, she wasn’t frozen in place like his crew, just following her usual schedule. Buggy snarled and suddenly grabbed Y/n’s arm, making her turn and look at him, “Where is it.” He growled at her.

“Where is what?” Y/n looked at Buggy as if he was crazy, “What the hell are you mad about this time?”

Buggy grunted and let go of Y/n’s arms, walking past her, looking at her up and down. Even though he was mad, he could still admire his girl’s figure, “Somebody took my dick, and thinks it’s FUNNY to hide it from me!!” He growled, then looked back at his crew with rage in his eyes. “Bugs, maybe you’re overreacting.” Y/n crossed her arms, looking at Buggy.

“Overreacting?! My PENIS is gone!! Are you not concerned?!” Buggy turned back to look at his girlfriend.

“Well you’ve been taking it off and bothering me with it for the past few days, maybe you just lost it!” Y/n huffed.

“I don’t just lose my own penis, I’m very careful with it, thank you very much!” Buggy growled as he looked down at her. He then looked back at his crew, who were still frozen in place with fear, “GET BACK TO WORK!! I’ll find it, and when I do, SOMEBODY is getting theirs CUT OFF!!” With that, everybody scrambled to get back to work.

The Buggy Pirates stopped at a new location, and began setting up the circus tent and all of the other equipment. Y/n was.. nowhere to be seen, but she was known to take breaks whenever she felt like it, Buggy had no problem filling in for her; though nobody was really thrilled whenever he would take her place.

“MOHJI!! GET RICHIE OUT OF HERE!!” Buggy shouted, “I told you several times to KEEP HIM ON A LEASH!!” He groaned and pinched the bridge of his nose.

“I don’t understand, you IDIOTS are much more competent when my girlfriend is telling you what to do. Just because I don’t have a nice set of tits doesn’t mean you shouldn’t LISTEN to me!!” Buggy growled, then whipped his finger around in the air before slapping his hand back down to his thigh, “Ok, from the top!”

As everybody began their acts, getting their queues down, Buggy suddenly felt a strange sensation in his groin area. But— his dick was still missing, what was going on-, “Ohh fuck..” Buggy let out a low groan, hunching forward slightly. He quickly turned away from everybody and put his hands on his knees for a moment, taking a breath. What the fuck was that?

Everybody was looking at Buggy with a slightly concerned look, but they were too afraid to speak up and ask their captain what was wrong. Buggy groaned and stood up straight again once the sensation subsided, he turned around and looked back at his crew. There was a good moment of silence between all of them, before Buggy barked out again, “What are you guys staring at?! You look like a bunch of fucking seagulls, GET BACK TO REHEARSING!!”

Y/n, back in the Big Top, was laying in the bed that she shared with Buggy, rubbing his cock between her folds, moaning softly, she brought his balls up to her lips, admiring them and lightly fondling them before sticking her tongue out and giving them a lick.

Back at the circus tent, Buggy’s back arched as that same sensation came back again, a pleasurable feeling of arousal shooting up his abdomen. He gasped sharply, then slapped a hand over his face and grunted, “SHIT!” He hissed through gritted teeth. His jaw tensed.

Everybody paused what they were doing again, staring at their captain, thinking he was about to shout at them for something again.

Buggy inhaled, then exhaled, realizing what was happening.. and what his girlfriend was doing. “That bitch..” Buggy growled, hanging his head low, hand still over his face, he glanced back up at his crew, “Keep practicing! I have to deal with- AGGH! DAMMIT!!” He grunted and began to stomp out.

Y/n moaned, sliding Buggy’s throbbing cock in and out of her pussy, moaning while rubbing her clit.

Buggy was going nuts. Damn it! I knew she was up to something, I should’ve stripped that bitch down and searched her!! When I had the chance! His jaw was clenched tightly, teeth grit as he felt that clenching sensation in his abdomen.

Y/n’s eyes snapped open when she heard Buggy stomping back onto the boat, headed towards his quarters. She pulled his dick out of her pussy with a wet pop, then hid it between her breasts where she had been keeping it. Then, she quickly stood up off of the bed and stood in the middle of the room, acting like she was doing something else.

Buggy threw the door open, then stormed toward’s Y/n and roughly grabbed her shoulders, “WHERE IS IT!!” He growled, the flames of hell practically burning in his eyes, “I KNOW YOU HAVE IT!!” He shook Y/n roughly, and before she could even say anything— his cock slipped out from under her breasts, and plopped onto the floor.

Y/n’s eyes were wide as they both stared at his hard cock. Buggy threw his belt off and unzipped his pants, letting it fly back up to its proper area.

The man then glared at Y/n, “You think that’s funny?” He growled at her.

Y/n’s mouth was agape, trying to find the words to say, “Y-You think flying it around in my face is funny?!” She snapped back.

After a long, uncomfortable silence, Buggy grunted. He grabbed her shoulders again, and threw her on the bed, “I guess we’re even, then.”

His hands roughly grabbed underneath her knees and spread her legs wide. He stood at the edge of the bed, looming over top of Y/n and pulling her hips close to his crotch, his hard cock laid on her belly as his balls were pressed against her pussy. Y/n gasped and whimpered as Buggy manhandled her.

“Such a little slut aren’t you? You think you can just steal an old man’s cock and get away with it?” Buggy grumbled under his breath, then took one hand off of her leg to yank her shirt upwards to reveal her breasts, “Hiding it in here? Huh?” He slapped her tits around, pinching one of her nipples before grabbing her legs again. Y/n moaned and whimpered, grinding her pussy against his sack.

“Damn you ARE a naughty bitch.” Buggy laughed roughly before leaning his hips back, lining his cock up with her entrance and slamming into her. Buggy grunted and let out a loud groan, he began to thrust, not giving her any mercy.

“B-Buggggyyy!!” Y/n whined, leaning her head back and moaning loudly. Buggy dug his fingers into the flesh of Y/n’s legs, grunting and huffing as he rammed into her, snapping his hips back and forth at a rough pace. Y/n was seeing stars, her breasts bouncing as he plowed her.

“I’m gonna drag you into the fucking ring once the show starts, and I’m gonna show everybody how much of a naughty little bitch you are,” Buggy growled, it was an empty threat, something to just get him going as he pounded her. Just the thought of making Y/n crawl onto the main stage, wearing nothing but bondage gear, being dragged by a leash.. the thought of that got Buggy so hot and bothered.

The closest he ever got to that was spanking Y/n in front of the audience.. but that ended up with him getting chewed out by her in front of everybody. And she didn’t talk to him for days after that.

Y/n was screaming and moaning Buggy’s name, squirming underneath him. It was so much for her, he was so rough; and the way his fingers were digging into her thighs was making her so flustered and overstimulated, “B-Buggyy..! Slow down!” Y/n groaned.

“No.” Buggy simply grunted out, his hands moved to grab her sides, holding her in place as he continued to plow into her, making their skin slap and the bed creak loudly. “Buggyyy!!” Y/n squealed, cumming around his cock, her entire body trembled violently.

Buggy hung his head low and grit his teeth, cumming as well and spilling deep inside of her, “Oh fuck yeah..” he growled through his teeth, “Take that, you little shit.” He grunted.

Y/n moaned, panting heavily as Buggy rode out his orgasm, wet noises coming from her pussy as he slid in and out. “Don’t take my cock again.” Buggy growled at her, grabbing her face tightly. Y/n was fucked out of her mind, she looked at Buggy with cloudy bedroom eyes, “Yes captain.” She said, making Buggy release her face.

He sighed in pleasure as he pulled out of her, he slapped his cock against her pussy as it leaked cum. He smirked to himself, finally putting Y/n in her place.

After having his fill of watching her tremble while her pussy leaked, he walked over and grabbed a hand towel, gently wiping her off before kissing her on the cheek, “You know I’m hard on you ’cause I love you.” He cooed at her, rubbing her sides playfully.

Y/n hummed softly and moved her head to the side so Buggy could kiss her neck, tickling her with his stubble. She giggled, “I love you too, Bugs.” She then turned to look at him once he pulled back, “If you don’t want me to take your dick next time, maybe don’t bother me with it.” She laughed, sitting up on her elbows.

Buggy smirked at her, then leaned over her again, pressing their foreheads together; his big red nose squished against hers, “Am I gonna have to fuck you into this mattress again, slut?” He growled.

“Mm~ maybe.” Y/n grinned.

[sangyeonsmuse]

FALLEN ANGEL

PAIRING Preachers Son Jacob x Innocent Reader ft demon Sangyeon

WORD COUNT | 3.6k

GENRE Smut

WARNINGS 18+ MINORS DNI Jacob likes corrupting you, Sangyeon tempting Jacob, mentions of masturbation, porn without plot, degradation, corruption, pet names like darling, mature language, vaginal fingering, oral, penetration,etc

SUMMARY Jacob isn’t the sweet angelic preachers son everyone makes him out to be. Behind closed

doors he just can’t stop thinking about corrupting you.

An old story of mine rewritten for tbz, i haven’t read through again so sorry if there are typos

“Jacob, tomorrow morning make sure that all pews are neat and each seat has a bible, along with the tithe envelopes, we’ll be having a few new families joining us today for sister leah’s baptism.” His father spoke authoritatively over the phone, having left Jacob alone while he and his mother went on their yearly anniversary vacation. Which meant it fell upon Jacob to take care of their upcoming service since they weren’t home.

“Yes father.’’ Jacob absentmindedly scribbled down all of his fathers orders on a piece of paper

Being the son of a preacher and the town's golden preacher's son meant that everything about him, the family, and its church must be perfect and in no shape or form show anything that presented them as anything other than pure. While Jacobs' father believed he had the perfect family and the most innocent and well put together son he had been completely wrong about the innocence of the man. Growing up his father had always taught him the things that were right and wrong in the eyes of all those holy within that list was the conjuring or deal making with demons or devils, like any kid he would listen and it would all go through one ear and out the other.

“What a daddy’s boy, still following all of his orders like you always did back when we were kids.’’ His mischievous voice cuts through the silence of the place like a knife.

“Sangyeon , I told you to stop showing up here.’’ Jacob sighs as he sits his phone down on the bed and continues to jot down tomorrow's preparations before the next upcoming service.

“Awe now where's the fun in that, i already own half your soul so there's really no getting rid of me unless you bind me to someone else.’’ Sangyeon chuckles as he kicks back on one of the benches with his hands behind his head.

And he was entirely right. When Jacob was younger, Sangyeon and him had been the best of friends, of course any outsider would assume the two hated one another the way they always bickered or annoyed one another. Jacob being the more calm and level headed while Sangyeon had always been the more risky and rowdy one. Well one night Jacob had gotten a call from Sangyeons mother telling him that Sangyeon was gone. Not wanting to lose his best friend Jacob took it so hard that he went against his morals and brought a spirit board home one night. He had been tampering around with things he knew nothing about and somewhere along the line without realizing he made a deal with a demon to bring back his friend. A demon that now not only owned Sangyeons soul, but part of his as well.

“Why is it that even through death and damnation you find ways to annoy me Sangyeon.’’ Jacob shakes his head as he finishes up with preparation notes.

“You’re the one that brought me back, stop acting as if you wouldn’t have missed it.’’ Sangyeon chuckles and sits up from the bench and as if on queue theres a knock on the door and Jacob makes his way downstairs being followed by Sangyeon. As he opened the door there you stood.

Sangyeon didn’t miss the way Jacobs gaze immediately took you in from head to toe and there was a sudden shift in his mood as well as the look in his eyes. Sangyeons lips immediately curled at the sides, a mischievous grin now decorating his lips as a lightbulb went off over his head.

“Well she’s cute cobie, is she the one you’re always moaning about whenever you jerk off alone in your shower.’’ Sangyeon chuckles as his tongue grazes over his fanged teeth, as you look up at Jacob your gaze was so sweet and innocent, Sangyeon couldnt help but eye you with an amused look on his face and a glint in his eyes.

Jacob gave the latter an annoyed look before looking back at you.

“What it’s not like they can see or hear me? Afraid they’ll find out innocent little Jacob isn’t so innocent and pure?’’ Sangyeon stands at his side and watches the interaction between the two of you.

“y/n what are you doing here? were we supposed to study today, did I forget?” Jacob speaks with the softest tone, it was enough to make Sangyeon laugh, having seen straight through his bullshit.

“Actually my parents thought that it would be a good idea to help you out with prep for tomorrow since your parents told them you’d be alone. And they wanted to make sure everything will go well with my sister's day tomorrow.” She gave him an innocent smile, one that Sangyeon found oh so enticing.

Your parents had been quite fond of Jacob since the moment you all first started attending his family's church. They saw him as a sweet well put together man , not to mention he and his family's faith seemed to be quite strong. Unaware of who he truly was behind the scenes they felt he would have been perfect for you. You, their sweet innocent daughter who they raised to be pure and sweet under the eyes of god, which you were. Never been to parties, never caught drinking or smoking. You were exactly what they had raised you to be, a good girl, one that Jacob who was also meant to be pure had thought of corrupting time and time again, but never put into action.

“You think she’s a virgin too? That’ll make it even more fun to corrupt her right Cobie? I bet she is a cute little virgin that's why you like her so much.’’ Sangyeon chimes in and Jacob simply ignores him, trying his best to focus on you alone.

“I see you don’t need to worry I’ll make sure your sister's day goes perfect, but i could still use the help, come in.’’ Jacob responds while leading you inside and over to the couch to have a seat.

“I have no doubt that it’ll be perfect my parents think very highly of you and your father.’’ She laughs as she takes a seat and adjusts her dress.

“Do they now? I wonder how her parents would feel if they knew the things you think of their daughter, she’s cute Cobie, seems innocent too, makes me want to play with her even more.’’ Sangyeons finger slid over your thigh sending a shiver through your body, you being entirely unaware of his presence caused you to believe it was simply just a chill.

“Sangyeon.’’ Jacob calls him through gritted teeth which only earns a laugh from Satoru.

“Just say the word and i’ll leave her alone.’’ His fingers slowly grazed the skin up your legs until he reached your skirt. As he watched as Sangyeon opened his mouth and flared his fangs Jacob could no longer stay silent.

“Sangyeon enough.’’ his voice was so loud it startled you for a second, you were even more startled to see another man appear at your side kneeling at eye level with your thighs.

“Now you’ve done it Cobie, you know the rules looks like she could see me now.’’ Sangyeon chuckles as Jacob silently curses himself for having said Sangyeons name in front of you.

“W-what? Where did you come from? Jacob?’’ Your eyes frantically move back and forth between Sangyeon and Jacob.

“This should be fun. Go on Cobie tell her about your deal.’’ Sangyeon leans against the couch behind her with a huge amused look on his face at his friend's sudden silence.

“Not gonna tell her? Alright, well angel i’m Lee Sangyeon a demon and Cobies best friend, Cobie here gave up half of his soul to a demon to bring me back when i died, but i could only come back under unfortunate circumstances, so guess you can say im his own personal demon.’’ Sangyeon ignores his now annoyed friend sitting there with a look of disapproval on his face.

“You know you really are pretty, I see why Jacob is always thinking about you.’’ he continues on, disregarding the silence between the three of them.

“Sangyeon.’’ Jacob finally glances at him, his eyes now darkening as if queueing Sangyeon to shut up.

“What? I just want to play with her a little. Don't act like you're some sweetheart wanting to protect her. Go on tell her about all those times you’ve jerked off thinking about her, about all those times you’ve had to force yourself to behave around her when she would show up to study sessions in her cute little skirts. What’s stopping me from playing with her now that she knows I'm here? What stops you from playing with her now that she knows you aren't as sweet and innocent as you look?’’ Sangyeons hand wraps around your neck earning a gasp from you as his other snakes around her waist.

“Just look at her Cobie, the way she trembles at my touch and looks to you just to save her and protect her from me. Be her savior then.’’ Sangyeon chuckles and licks a slit up your neck earning a soft whine from you that makes Jacobs cock twitch against his pants.

“She’s so believing in you being her cute little savior, sweet innocent preacher's son, save her then Jacob, live up to your title.’’ Sangyeons tone was quite menacing as he tries to talk Jacob into giving in to his desires.

“Jacob...’’ His name spills from your lips like a silent plea, you were looking for him to help you unaware that you had given him the very push he needed just by calling his name.

“Listen to how desperate she sounds calling out for you Cobie.’’ Sangyeon chuckles as he slides his fingers up your skirt and pushes his fingers past your folds.

“She’s perfectly ready for you to save her.’’ Sangyeons other hand holds your skirt up in place against your stomach revealing how tight you were wrapped around Sangyeons fingers. Seeing such a sight and hearing a cry spill from your lips, nothing else mattered to Jacob but this.

“That’s it show her the real you.’’ Sangyeons fingers moved so quickly against your clit that you had no time to refuse him.

“J- Jacob please.’’ You choke out soft pleas which Jacob simply ignored, he was done putting up his facade especially having gotten to see you in this position, legs spread wide on his own couch with his best friends fingers buried deep in your cunt.

“God your whining is so pathetic it makes me want to ruin you even further.’’ Jacob finally speaks, making you fall silent and Sangyeon laughs behind you.

You were completely taken back by Jacobs sudden change. Moving closer to the two of you he lets out a dark chuckle as he helps Sangyeon hook your panties to the side, pushing a finger through your folds he then brings it to the lips. This was the complete opposite of the Jacob you knew, the Jacob he pretended to be around you.

“How is she?’’ Sangyeons face had been close to your neck, you felt his fangs graze your neck as if warning you not to make one move. Which meant you were forced to keep your eyes on Jacob, watching the way his head falls back and he lets out a soft hum at the taste of you.

“Such a sweet girl, let’s take our time with her Yeon.’’ A desperate whine spills from your lips as Jacob buries yet another finger inside of you.

“Make sure she doesn't get too rowdy Yeon, shut her up until she learns to be silent, wouldn't want your parents to hear anything from next door now would you darling? Their good little girl being fucked by a demon and the person they think so highly of.’’ Sangyeon whispers near your ear before biting into the skin on your shoulder earning a loud scream. Your scream is swallowed up into Jacobs mouth as he takes your lips against his in a kiss.

While he had you distracted with his kiss he took a moment to unbuckle his belt and pull out his cock, he didn’t miss the soft whine that spilled out from your lips and into his as he kissed you. Grabbing hold of your hair he roughly pulls away from your lips before shoving his cock deep down your throat without warning.

“Shit.’’ he grunts out as he thrusts into your mouth the tip of his cock hitting the back of your throat over and over as he disregards every gag or cry that spills from your lips as well as the tears that form in your eyes slowly falling down your beautiful face.

“Shit look at how wet she is Cobie, she likes it, how cute, corrupted little angel getting turned on while she’s being used like a fuck toy.’’ Sangyeon presses his thumb against the sensitive bud between your folds, smiling at the way your body jerked and convulsed at his touch.

“And here we were thinking you were just a good little girl that did everything her parents asked.’’ Sangyeon chuckles and watches as his friend simply went crazy showing no mercy whatsoever as he abused your throat.

“Tell me princess will you still play innocebt after this, fucking someone who isnt even your boyfriend and a demon right next door to your own home, how naughty. I guess i’ll have to continue to fuck away your innocence every time i see you from now on.’’ Jacob holds a fistfull of your hair, his grunts and moans of pleasure echoing throughout the entire house so loud he would have expected a noise complaint.

“Does this make her ours? Our personal little plaything.’’ Sangyeon chimes in cheerfully earning a glare from Jacob.

“Don’t act as if you haven't marked her already I saw you bite her Sangyeon.’’ Jacob growls and the moment he gets ready to cum he could hear a knock at the door and a chime on your phone and he was forced to stop.

With a chuckle he he places you on his lap as he takes a seat on the couch, while Sangyeon slips your phone from your purse.

“Looks like mommy and daddy are at the door sweetheart, i think i'll let them know you aren’t here at the moment.”

“Remember pretty girl, you make a sound and your entire family will know their innocent yn is just a dirty little girl that likes fucking demons.’’ Hoisting up your skirt Jacob places his hands on your ass and lifts you up gently sliding you down into his cock. After having texted your parents that you and Jacob had taken a break from studying to go out into town for food, Sangyeon places your phone down and walks over to you. Hovering over you he takes a fistfull of your hair and shoves his cock into your mouth until he completely bottoms out.

Jacobs eyes fixate on your bouncing figure as he watches your desperate movements. He found both amusement and pleasure at the way you so willingly gave in to him and Sangyeon now. his breath catching at the sight. Hearing your moans of pleasure and loud exclamations, a primal growl escapes his lips. Sangyeon tightens his grip on your hair upon feeling your cheeks hollow around his cock. As Jacob caught sight of you reaching up to stop Sangyeon from fucking into your throat he’s quick to grab your arms and force them behind your back.

“Nono angel, go ahead and take him like a good girl, i'm sure you can take it baby.” he thrusts his hips up with increasing force and speed. The sound of your bodies colliding fills the room along with the sweet sounds of your moans as if you were harmonizing, a symphony of your own pleasure and desire.

His eyes lock with Sangyeons, a mixture of lust and tenderness in his gaze. "You’re lucky to even be this close to her, enjoy yourself while it lasts Yeon" Jacob warns Sangyeon before letting out a breath, his voice filled with a mix of urgency and adoration.

His sultry voice only makes you eager to have him finish inside of you. The rotation of your hips and force of her bounces became stronger. As youre riding him so desperately your eyes catch a glimpse of Sangyeon, you immediately clench at the sight of him loving the way that his head fell back and loud groans spilled from his lips at the way your lips so skillfully sucked him off.

your gaze losing all its innocence, suddenly changing into one so lustful and sensual that it would make any man crumble at your feet. In that moment you didn’t seem to care about the consequences of your actions as you had both of them invoking unawakened pleasures within you you had never felt before that day. The more they gave in to their desires the more compliant you became, you wanted them to do whatever they wanted with you from this point forward, you'd allow them to completely destroy you however they wanted.

“Looks like you’re ready to cum already Cobie, she that good?’ Your hips rotation and skill of your tongue pulling the lewdest of moans from both parties.

Jacobs body tenses under the intensity of your movements, his breaths becoming more ragged as he nears his peak. Only thing you hated about this was the fact that you couldnt take in how beautiful he looked behind you. The sweat dripping down his neck as his hair fell loosely upon his face

He watches you, captivated by the way your hips rotate and the force of your desperate bounces. The feeling of your tightness and the way you clenched around him driving him wild with pleasure. The sound of their moans fills the confession box, a testament to the pleasure they're experiencing together.

Sangyeons eyes meet yours, his own filled with a combination of desire and a hint of dominance. His hips continue to move with a fervent rhythm as he takes control, giving in to the primal urge to dominate and see you crying at the force of his thrusts into your throat. The squelching sound from Jacob burying himself deep into your cunt intensifies the pleasure building within you.

Jacobs hand wraps around your neck, his grip tightening immediately around your throat as your body convulses with pleasure, his fingers combined with his rough thrusts earning gush after gush from you, your squirting only fueling his desire further. He watches your reactions, attuned to your every whimper and moan, while maintaining a careful balance of control and intensity. With a growl, he delivers harder thrusts, his hand still firmly wrapped around your throat, his dominance and control evident in his movements. He takes in the sight of you, the way your body trembles beneath him, your moans of pleasure echoing in the room.

"Too much, pretty girl?" he taunts, his voice laced with desire. "Or is it just enough? I want to make you lose yourself, to make you completely mine. My pretty little sinner. I'll corrupt you over and over again."

As the intensity between them reaches its peak, Jacob also continues to ravish you, the both of them taking you to the brink of ecstasy. All of your bodies move in unison, a dance of passion and pleasure, until you’d all succumb to the overwhelming release that awaited.

“Fuck look at her, shes making a mess.” Sangyeon groans as he looks down on the scene before him. You had never squirted so much in your life, actually you had never even squirted before in your life. Jacobs' couch had been completely soaked after Jacob having made you do it over and over again after seeing you do it the first time. He didn’t even care even if you begged him to let you cum. He found pleasure in edging you in ways that brought tears to your eyes and had you trembling for your release.

Sangyeon took pride in the way you gazed up at him, mouth full of his cock while drool spilled down your chin, your lip gloss a complete mess.

Upon feeling your body convulse and your trembling legs against his lap Jacob knew you were reaching your breaking point. His eyes darken with a mix of satisfaction and desire as he takes in the sight of you in such an overwhelmed state. Your body trembling, the evidence of the three of your escapades staining the couch. He relishes in the marks he's left on your skin, the hickeys adorning your skin a testament to him having corrupted you. Feeling your desperation and hearing your whimpered please, His own control begins to waver. He knows the both of you are on the edge, bodies yearning for release. With a final, powerful thrust, he pushes you both over that edge. Sangyeon is not too far behind allowing you all to release in synchronicities.

A guttural moan escapes his lips as he finds his own release, the intensity of it coursing through his veins. As you ride the waves of pleasure together, he holds you close to his chest savoring the aftermath of the encounter. THe way you lay against him so fucked out and pretty.

“From now on you’re mine, no one else looks at you or touches you, the only one allowed to corrupt your pretty little mind angel, is me.”

[saintmagx]

✨ Cruel Summer ✨

pairing: Solo Sikoa x reader, Jey Uso x reader (briefly)

AN: Literally making this for myself, so if I do ever end up publishing - enjoy I guess? 🤪

w/c: 1198

⚠️ Warnings: 18+ , swearing, violence (this is the WWE after all) slight smut, infidelity(if you squint), jealous Jey, toxic behaviour, bad/embarrassing writing ⚠️

doesn’t follow a specific timeline however it is more recent, total divas making a return.

✨ I love you ain’t that the worst thing you’ve ever heard - he looks up grinning like the devil ✨

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“I dunno Trin, the thought of being recorded for 12 hours of the day, like, I enjoy my privacy”.

“Think about it as an opportunity, having the fans see a different side of you. Showing them how hard you work your ass off.”

Trinity is my best friend, she helped me out so much when I joined the WWE 6 years ago. She and her husband Jon took me into their family and helped me adapt into the crazy world of being a WWE superstar.

“Just think about it is all I’m saying. It’ll be fun” trin says nudging me.

Ever since I moved here, we have had a weekly tradition of Wednesday Girls Night, its just snacks, Chinese takeout, and movies, it’s just time for us to catch up and wind down from the gruelling travel schedule.

Right on queue at exactly 11:30pm Jon walks in the door.

“Times up ladies” he says, which is swiftly followed by two pillows being thrown at his head.

“Come on uce, you know better than to interrupt gIrLs NiGhT”

The couch beside me dipped and once again I felt the heat from the body of Josh Fatu, my one weakness. His hand falls to his side and creeps closer to me caressing the side of my bare thigh. You see what people don’t know is Josh and I have an ‘agreement’ - no feelings, just sex and friendship, and it was going great until it wasn’t, feeling were caught, specifically by me and I’m stuck between a rock and hard place as I’m falling hard for him, but I cant let this agreement end because I would rather have him this way than not have him at all.

“Spoke with Joe today, Hunter is bringing him up to the main roster, can’t wait to have my other younger brother fighting by my side”. A third pillow is thrown at Jon from the direction of Josh.

“We are twins, and you are only older by 8 minutes”.

Never a dull moment where the Fatu boys are concerned.

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First day of filming (TD Interview Segment)

Okay, so lets start with a basic intro okay? Ready, go!

The room falls silent the light shines bright on me, I have at least 6 pair of eyes on me, goading me into starting. Gosh why did I sign up to do this!!!

Hi there, my names yn, I am currently on the Smackdown roster and I am the current WWE Women’s Champion.

I’ve been with the WWE for 6 years now and I wouldn’t have survived if it wasn’t for my adoptive sister Trinity, she took me under her wing and I’ve been there ever since. As you guys know – and if you didn't know, the accent should be a huge giveaway, I’m originally from the United Kingdom, I came to the states with a dream in hand and no one there to help me through this bumpy ride. I can never repay her or Jon for the way they have accepted and welcomed me into their little dynamic. Although, travelling the world with Jon and Josh is hard work, they boys are chaotic, I don't know how Trin managed to do it herself for so long!

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Friday Night Smackdown, Atlanta Georgia, 8 weeks before Survivor Series

Walking into the arena for Smackdown I get a message from Hunter asking to meet him in his office. A mixture of anxiety and curiosity fill in the pit of my stomach. In his office I’m met with the familiar faces of Jon, Josh, and Joseph, smiling I look over to Hunter who invites me to sit.

“I got your message, what’s up?

“We have been toying with the idea of a cross brand rivalry - for Survivor Series. Now that Joe has come up to the main roster, we think the Usos and Solo v The Judgement Day would pique interest from the WWE universe.”

“So why am I here?”

“Demi is the Women’s World Champion and part of Judgment Day; it would only seem right that she faces the Women’s Champion”.

Without hesitation I accept. Hunter debriefs us on how it’s going to play out over the next few weeks. We will have to be on both RAW and Smackdown over the next few weeks, so looks like it will be me and the brothers travelling together since Trin is exclusive to Smackdown!

Gorilla, few hours later (TD segment)

Tonight, I have a singles match, however Demi has to interfere and cost me the match – thus starting our road to Survivor Series.

I see Hunter in his usual place over at the screens with his headset on talking to Randy Orton, Randy spots me and immediately comes over to me.

“There’s my favourite girl.”

“I wouldn’t let your wife hear you say that Randy”.

Randy Orton, he is exactly how you would imagine him to be, a cocky little shit, flirtatious as hell, a menace but he has a heart of gold. Many nights we would hit the gym together and training with him before his injury really improved my in-ring ability. He is another one I would call my family away from family.

A familiar scent fills my nostrils, Josh. He stands next to me wrapping his arm around me pulling me closer, as if to stake his claim in me.

“I’ve been looking for you, come on let’s go”.

I smile apologetically at Randy, he just waves me off laughing, as much as I say people don’t know anything about me and Josh, it’s not to say there isn’t rumours flying around, people have their own take on it, and that’s okay, we just laugh it off.

Trin and Jon (TD Interview segment)

“You see yn and josh think they are so slick hiding their little late-night rendezvous” says Jon

Trin sighing, “I just wish they would bang their heads together and realise they are meant to be. Think of the double dates we could finally have Jon.”

Jon’s laugh fills the small interview room, “yeah it would be sweet, and yn is already like family, it would be an easy transition.”

Away from the cameras

“What were you talking to Randy about?” Josh quizzes

“Nothing, you came in and ushered me away before I could say anything.”

“Good, I don’t like it when you get attention from other guys, just me, okay?”

“I think you’ll find Josh that I can speak to who I like”. I say frustrated with his behaviour.

You see as much as I love Josh, this, this right here the way he wants to have his cake and eat it too drives me insane. I so much as look at another guy and he is right there to remind me I’m his, yet he can look at and speak to as many girls and I can’t say shit.

“I’ve got a match to get to, I’ll see you later J.”

“Goodluck out there baby girl, not that you need it.” Before he can come any closer to me, I slip out the room and let my frustrated sigh out. How much longer am I going to keep torturing myself.  

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[letsgetrowdy43]

The girl, so confusing (Rowan's Version)—

Nico Hischier x Angie Chandler au

Disclaimer this is a fake scenario!!! bringing light to some of the background issues that Angie deals with on top of playing hockey and falling in love!!

Au Masterlist!!

Angie's hands gently shook as the tech woman in front of her replaced the battery in her lav mic, a nervous smile on her lips as she thanked the woman who placed a glass of ice water on the coffee table.

The reporter, Molly, an old friend from university who had written a few pieces for the sports section of the school's newspaper and now was a writer for a bigger sports outlet grinned as she sat down on the green couch adjacent to her. "You nervous?" she asked as she reached her hand out for Angie's. "Yeah," her hand fell into Molly's as she took a long breath, "I just wanna put all of this to bed and I don't want to be painted in the wrong light."

Molly's smile softened as she squeezed Angie's hand and then got comfy in her seat, "I understand, and I want everything you share with me to be on your terms," she looked to the camerawoman and gave her the go to start recording.

This was Molly's first ever independent piece as a sports journalist, and she wanted to create a sense of change.

"This issue of pitting women against one another spans so far beyond Hockey culture, it's in the media, it's societal pressure, this ideology surrounds woman players and adds this sort of expectation that for Woman to be successful there must be this added element of pettiness to create narrative and drama. It is all a ploy to make an argument that women create too many issues to be in the 'big leagues'"

Angie was a little taken aback as the story was all laid out for her, multiple interviews from players both past and present, different professors and authors who had dedicated their lives work to this issue, all coming together to highlight this quiet threat to Girlhood culture and woman in sports.

Angie nodded along as Molly ran through her breakthrough piece, a mini-series highlighting the issue of erasing the concept of Girlhood from sports in replace of competition.

"Do you want to say your name and a little bit about yourself?" Angie snapped up a little, one of her hands balled into a tight fist as she looked towards Molly and then the camera, "I'm Evangeline Chandler, number eighteen on the New Jersey Devils"

Molly grinned as she looked through the notes on the queue cards in her hands, "She's being humble, Angie was the first ever Woman to play within the USNTDP, The first woman to attend the NHL Draft Combine, and the first woman to play an entire season and have a consistent spot on an NHL team," the reporter watched as Angoe grew shy at the praise, "a woman of many accomplishments." "Thank you."

"When did all of this start?"

Angie thought back, "It was during dev camp at the beginning of the season. The inaugural draft had just taken place, and one of my closest friends, Taylor, had been selected first." She smiled, thinking back to the day, the phone call after the draft congratulating her, the tears about finally having a place amongst the greats.

"Taylor and I have been through so much together," Angie continued. "We played together in college, and we both had dreams of making it big. When she got drafted first overall, I was over the moon for her. But that's when the media frenzy started." Molly listened intently, her pen poised over her notebook. "What happened next?" "The headlines were brutal," Angie said, her smile fading, "'Rivalry Brews Between Top Female Athletes,' they twisted our friendship into something ugly, something competitive. It wasn't true, but it spread like wildfire."

"How did Taylor react to all of this?" "She was amazing," Angie said, her voice softening, "She called me and said, 'Don't let them get to you," and whatnot, but it was hard. The media made it seem like we were enemies, and that narrative started to spread into our circles. People started asking me if I felt threatened by her success, or if I thought she resented me for being in the NHL."

"It sounds like it created a lot of unnecessary tension." "It did," Angie agreed, "but it also brought us closer in a way. We called all the time to check up on one another, we knew that we had to stick together and show the world that women in sports are not enemies, but allies."

Molly leaned forward and nodded gently, her eyes locking onto Angie's, "So, let's talk about this narrative the tabloids have been pushing. They paint you as some sort of anti-PWHL figure because you're part of the NHL. How does that make you feel?" Angie took a deep breath, her eyes momentarily closing as she gathered her thoughts. "to be really frank, it's frustrating," she began, her voice slowly becoming more confident the less she held up a front and the more she let herself be vulnerable. "I've played with and against many of the girls in the PWHL. They're my friends, my teammates. The media wants to create this drama that doesn't exist. They want to pit us against each other, but that's not the reality."

"Why do you think the media does that?" "Because conflict sells," Angie said bluntly, her voice sharp as she shrugged, "They want a story, and they think this 'catfight' angle will get them clicks and views, at my and other women's expense."

"It's damaging, and not just to me, it hurts every woman in the game. It creates unnecessary rifts and makes it harder for us to just play the game we love." Molly just nodded as she watched this woman finally start to use her voice against all the wrong that has been aimed towards her, "I'm not against the PWHL, and I would never look down on women doing the thing they love. I aspire to be as monumental as these women literally changing the game right in front of our eyes, and I hope they know just how inspiring they are to me and thousands of girls and women who aspire to be as historic as they are."

There was a short pause as Angie gathered her thoughts, the weight of the words she had just spoken settling around her. Molly leaned in slightly, sensing the significance of the moment, "that's powerful," she said softly. "And I think it's important for people to hear that directly from you. But let's go a bit deeper. How has this media narrative affected your relationships with the girls in the PWHL?"

Angie sighed, her shoulders slumping slightly, "It's been really tough. Some of them start to believe the rumours, and it creates this tension that's hard to shake off. I was a 'celebrity coach' at the All-Star game for the PWHL 3-on-3 and it was really hard to enjoy that experience with the girls when the media brought up my name to both me and them saying that I was entitled and looked down on them because I play in a separate league than them. I hope none of them believed it, it made me feel really insecure in my sense of self because these women and that league really do mean the world to me and the thought that they think poorly of me was crushing."

A small smile worked its way onto her face as she thought back to all of her friends who had reached out to talk about the article, all super excited to finally see her supported and clearing their around her and the league as a whole. "But the girls who know me, who really know me, understand that it's all nonsense. They're supportive, and they know we're all in this together."

Molly smiled softly, "That's exactly what I want to highlight in my piece. The solidarity among women in sports, the real stories of friendship and mutual respect. We need to change the narrative." Angie nodded, a small smile tugging at her lips. "I'm glad you're doing this. It's about time someone told the truth."

Molly's eyes sparkled with determination. "And that's exactly what I intend to do. This mini-series is going to shed light on the reality of women in sports, the challenges we face, and the strength we show every day. It's time to tell the real story."

As the interview continued, Angie felt a weight lifting off her shoulders. She spoke candidly about her journey, the highs and lows, and the importance of unity among female athletes. Molly's questions were thoughtful and respectful, allowing Angie to share her truth without fear of being misrepresented.

By the end of the interview, Angie felt a sense of relief and empowerment. She knew that Molly's piece would be a game-changer, not just for her, but it brought a sense of perspective to the game, finally listening to women's voices. It was a step towards breaking down the harmful narratives and building a culture of support and connection.

As they wrapped up, Molly reached out and squeezed Angie's hand once more, "Thank you, Angie. For your honesty and your courage" Angie smiled, her eyes glistening with unshed tears. "Thank you, for giving me a voice."

The camerawoman signalled that they were done, and Angie let out a long breath. She had done it

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[lealdern]

🎃Trick or treat 😈 4 and Dick please? Sfw with f!reader

Thank you for the ask, treat for you!

Devil Beside Me

demon!Dick x gn!reader / sfw

There’s a heat to him, you can feel it even as he stands behind you, body close as you queue for a bagel. To others he appears as a normal man, albeit an extremely handsome man with eyes a little sharper than they should be, all silky charm and sly smiles.

To you, he’s a vision of red skin and sharp cheekbones, eyes black and shining like an abyss you could fall into easily. His thick black hair obscures the starting point of the black horns that arch backward over his head: He’s caught your curious glances, a mental glimpse of the image of your fingers slipping along them to feel where they connect to his skull in a completely non-sensual and exploratory way. Always thinking, his little human, always curious.

It was your curiosity that got you into this deal in the first place, and oh was he glad of that.

“Do you want anything?” You turn, looking up at him, and he leans down with sharp teeth and a wicked grin.

“Oh you know what I want, sweet thing.” You sigh and give him an impatient look. As intimidating as this form is you found his other form just as intimidating in an oh-my-god-he’s-so-handsome type of way, and by now you’re used to it. You won’t lose your demon shadow in a crowd that’s for sure.

“When we made the deal, I didn’t expect you to hang around for the whole year. Now: Do you want a bagel or a pastry?”

[deabruarenjarraitzaileaya-ha]

Eyeshield 21: 2022 Winter Gift Exchange

For @eyeshields

Hope you like it!

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It was January 2nd. The air was cold and crisp, with the sun barely daring to peek through the clouds covering the sky. Tokyo was a dark, snow-covered landscape fit to be captured in painting, but her citizens were otherwise occupied. 

The last few days had been full of activity in the temple, as was customary. Ryoukan had helped his father ring the temple bells for joya no kane the 31st of December, and now, during the first days of the new year, he was selling amulets and managing the visitor queue during hatsumode. 

“So, how long until you can ditch this fucking place?”

The familiar voice made him perk up. He turned around, and sure enough, there was Hiruma, all bundled up in dark clothes and checkered scarf, looking completely out of place in the middle of the Buddhist temple with his bleached, spiky hair and shiny earrings. A bright pink bubble of gum popped between his lips, and the sight of it made joy bubble in Ryoukan’s chest. 

“Hiruma! You came!” He bounded over, smile wide and arms tense to control the impulse to just wrap his friend in his arms and squeeze. Hiruma didn’t much care for physical contact, affectionate or otherwise, and a good friend always took others’ needs and wants into consideration.

Rather than reply to his rather obvious remark, Hiruma swept his gaze through the crowd and looked back at Ryoukan again, sharp eyes focusing on the box of Omamori he was carrying.

“Oh, you want one?”

“Of course not, fucking fatty. Praying to gods has never made any wish come true,” Hiruma said, voice carefully flat.

“Ah, well, I’ve already burned last year’s and got new ones, just in case.” Ryoukan didn’t know if he particularly believed in it, either, but by now it had become a habit to get new amulets each year. There were a lot of Buddhist practices he carried out automatically, as per his father’s teachings, without much thought for their deeper meaning. If doing so meant even the slightest chance that his dream for the Christmas Bowl was closer, he didn’t mind doing them twice, thrice, as many times as it took. If the gods wanted to send a few blessings his way… Well, it definitely couldn’t hurt their chances.

“Kekeke, as long as you don’t rely on them to carry you to the Christmas Bowl.”

“O-of course not! 

“Good.” Hiruma gave him a toothy grin of approval. “We are the Devil Bats, and devils don’t ask gods for favours.”

Ryoukan nodded seriously. Of course they would reach the Christmas Bowl through their own work and effort, it was the only way. 

Their talk was interrupted by people looking to purchase a few amulets. While Ryoukan worked, Hiruma stood by his side, entertaining himself by pulling terrifying grimaces to unsettle the guests. At least he wasn’t carrying any weapon where someone could see it, a concession to the terrible fit his father threw the last time he caught him. As they waited for more guests to arrive, they talked about the players and techniques featured in the last Football Monthly magazine. 

At some point, Dad came out to check on him and glowered when he saw Hiruma there, but the blond just regaled him with his best grin and a little wave. To Ryoukan’s amazement, his father just huffed, gave him a nod and left after reminding him not to leave until his task was finished.

“I think this is the first time he hasn’t complained about you being here,” he mumbled, blinking at his father’s back.

“I’m winning him over,” Hiruma said with a sharp, devilish grin, sounding ridiculously proud. He looked up at him and wiggled his eyebrows. “Soon he’ll be inviting me over for dinner, you’ll see.”

Ryoukan laughed. He didn’t think they were ready for that just yet, but it’d be nice if his Dad gave Hiruma a chance. He had openly shown his disapproval of their friendship during middle school and had just stopped openly criticising it. 

Really, Hiruma looked and sounded frighteningly evil, but he really was not that bad once you got to know him: he was the smartest person he knew, a good player and a better friend. Ryoukan wouldn’t have made it this far without him, and he was immensely grateful that the wind blew that little doodle into his hands on that fateful day.

Hiruma’s patience ran out soon, and he started encouraging people into getting more Omamori than they probably wanted with outrageous stories, questionable advice and, when all else failed, intimidation. Ryoukan should feel bad about it, but after a few years he had become desensitized to Hiruma’s efficiently frightening methods, and he really, really wanted to get out and enjoy the evening with his friend. Of course, the box emptied in record time.

“Fucking finally. Come on, let’s get out of here.”

The sky was darkening already, and he thought he saw a shiver crawl down Hiruma’s spine more than once while they walked through the dim streets. They were headed to the little coffee shop next to the station, hoping hot drinks would keep the chill away.

That month’s Football Monthly heavily featured the Christmas Bowl match Teikoku and Shinryuuji had played, of course, but also ran an analysis and ranking of the best players of the year.

“So who’s your favourite player?”

“Probably Shin. That guy is a fucking monster of specialized, defensive techniques.”

“Mine is Onihiei! Definitely the best lineman ever!”

“Kekeke, you’ll have to surpass him soon if we are to get to the finals.”

“Yes, I’ll train extra hard to become stronger than he is!”

“I think you have him beat in raw strength, the problem are his technique and speed.”

Hiruma got himself an extra hot chai, and through intimidation and generous tipping, convinced the worker to use their kitchen’s mixing bowl to put Ryoukan’s hot chocolate in, since the cups were too small for his hands —and his stomach. 

Checking that nobody was watching, they climbed to the roof of the building, which had an easy access through the fire escape staircases. Hiruma had to help him carry the bowl while he climbed, but they made it to the secluded rooftop without a hitch. They came here from time to time, when they wanted to hang out somewhere other than the clubroom. 

Sitting side by side on the edge, they watched the sprawling city below them, content to sip their drinks in silence. Ryoukan found himself stealing glances at his friend, at the looseness of his shoulders, the lack of frown and slightly quirked lips.

It was such a relief to see Hiruma relaxed and almost content again; since Musashi left he had been all explosive anger and cold silences, and Ryoukan hurt for both his friends.

Ryoukan had been inviting him over as much as he dared, even if it earned him a few kicks in the butt or a torrent of rubber bullets. He knew Hiruma was the happiest when he was working on furthering their goal of creating a proper team and reaching the Christmas Bowl, but imagining Hiruma all alone in that tiny and empty hotel room made him sad.

Ryoukan might not be the brightest, but even he saw that Hiruma thought of plans going awry as a personal failure: the whole thing with Shinryuuji and Agon-kun, even Musashi’s departure, had taken a toll. He seemed as determined and energetic as always, and enjoyed playing amefuto as much as he ever did, but he held a tension he never had during middle school and his temper was blacker than ever. Ryoukan wanted to help, but he didn’t know how. He himself had to remind himself every day to be patient, to stay positive. Some days it was harder than others.

“Your brain will fry and explode if you keep thinking so hard, fucking fatty.”

Startled, he jumped, and Hiruma sent a teasing grin his way. “What’s got you frowning like you’re in science class, hm?”

He shook his head. “No–nothing! I just…”

“Don’t tell me you’re thinking about the Christmas Bowl?”

“Well… yes, kind of.” Fiddling with the hem of his coat, he continued carefully. “It’s our dream, the three of us will definitely do it. But some days it’s just hard, isn’t it? Right now it’s just the two of us, not really a team. What if this year we don’t find anyone to play with us, either? Mu-Musashi will definitely come back, but we still need more teammates…”

Hiruma twisted his body to give him his full attention, sharp green eyes boring into his own brown ones. After a few seconds of studying him, Hiruma spoke. “You’ve said it yourself, fatty,  we will definitely go to the Christmas Bowl, no problem. We only need to find a running back, and once Musashi comes back, even the likes of Shin and fucking dreads will be a piece of cake.” 

Ryoukan felt a wide smile tugging at his lips. “You really think so, don’t you?”

“Of course I fucking do!” His grin widened, all of his pointy teeth in display. “And when we win, they’ll build a fucking statue of us in the school yard.”

“R-really?” It really wouldn’t surprise him if they did, since Hiruma, as he so succinctly put it, had ‘the Principal by the balls’.

“Sure! They’ll also give us a hundred awards for outstanding performance, since it’ll be the first win for Kantou. And afterwards, we will take the whole fucking team to an onsen to celebrate.”

“An onsen?”

“Yeah, it’s too fucking cold this time of the year,” he said, rubbing his hands against each other.

Ryoukan chuckled, hesitantly reaching out before clamping Hiruma’s hands between his big, meaty ones. “That’s a great idea! We’ll celebrate the victory by going to an onsen, they are great for the cold and for sore muscles!”

“But before all that, we’ll need to train till we bleed, fucking fatty. We created the Devil Bats to reach the Christmas Bowl; we’ll make no excuses, take no shortcuts. This year is our last chance, and we’ll definitely make it happen!”

“Yeah!”

They ignored the snow falling slowly all around them, grinning madly at each other.

“We are going to the Christmas Bowl! YA-HA!”

“YA-HA!”

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After the Christmas Bowl they were given plenty of awards, as expected, both by the American Football League and the Deimon administration. For the Devil Bats’ private celebration, however, they had travelled back to Teikoku’s territory: Kansai. 

Youichi had chosen an onsen in Nachikatsuura, in the Wakayama prefecture. Nothing too fancy; a nice little ryokan with decent food and huge rotenburo that had enough room for a group of 18 this late in the year. He had actually made the reservation at the beginning of December, because deep down he was apparently an emotional fool. 

The bus ride had been noisy. For a group of guys that had almost died on the field hardly a week before, these brats sure had a lot of fucking energy. They laughed and shouted and sang for hours, even fell asleep for a while, though their snores were almost worse.

Musashi had sat himself next to Youichi, and while he was a good conversational partner most of the time, he had oh so subtly tried to interrogate him on where the funding for the trip had come from. Fucking old man was worse than Anezaki.

The ryokan had a few guests already, but the onsen were currently empty, so they wasted no time in leaving their bags in their rooms and changing out of their clothes. They had chatted excitedly as they showered and dipped into the baths to prepare their bodies. When it was time, they ran to the rotenburo outside, howling at the glacial wind nipping their noses and roughhousing like the feral teenage idiots that they were.

He smirked; he really was unbearably fond of his little band of dumbasses. However, he knew better than anyone that a bit of direct action was needed to calm them down. Before the fucking manager or anyone else could object, he casually took out a few grenades and threw them into the thick of it. The resulting boom sent the brats flying into the pools and added smoke to the already thick steam coating the air. 

During the confusion, he soundlessly slipped away to a secluded corner of the springs. It wasn’t like he didn’t enjoy spending time with the brats; on the contrary, it was lots of fun being around these idiots. But Youichi was, at his core, a private and introverted person and social interaction had a way of tiring him eventually. Which is why he’d relax for a while on his own away from everyone, recharge his batteries and go back to the group before they got too rowdy again.

He folded his robe and dipped a foot in the spring. The freezing air and hot water made an interesting contrast, and goosebumps erupted all over his skin. Stepping in, he slowly sat down against the edge, overlooking the gray, choppy sea. 

Youichi allowed himself a deep sigh and went boneless, sliding down until only his head rested above the water, against the edge of the pool. The frantic work for the Christmas Bowl and the painful rehabilitation and treatment of the last three weeks affected even him. He knew he couldn’t afford to slack off training even a single day, not if he wanted to be prepared for the world tournament and college league, but just for today… His lips twitched. Perhaps…

The hot water relaxed muscles he felt hadn’t been loose since middle school. The air was foggy with steam, his hair was so damp even the gel couldn’t keep it up and the whole experience was making him drowsy. His blinks grew longer, and he did nothing to remedy it, content. Blink.

Blink.

Blink.

Blink…

“Hiruma?”

His eyes snapped open and he locked his muscles up to keep from flinching. Pointy ears twitched at the sound of a large mass waddling through the water. The fucking fatty, of course. 

Kurita’s huge body soon came into view from behind a rock, covered in a towel as long as Youichi was tall that still looked tiny on him. The thoughtful frown on his face soon transformed into a large, guileless grin that, if he had to be honest, still amazed him. 

“Hiruma! I thought you may have left when I didn’t see you with the others.” He paused, taking him in. “Do you… want me to leave?”

Ah, the kind-hearted fool was too considerate. 

“Sit the fuck down. Since you’ve gone through the trouble of finding my hiding spot, you may as well stay, fucking fatty.” Despite his harsh words, his tone was light and teasing, grin tugging at his lips.

Positively beaming, Kurita took his robe off and carefully lowered himself right next to Youichi. The water barely reached his pectorals. 

“I’m so happy we could do this, enjoy our time together as a team while we can. And the onsen are so nice! After the whole tournament and with this cold weather, a hot bath is the best.”

“Kekeke, that it is! And they are great for sore muscles. It also gives you perfect skin!” he said with a mocking grin. “Softer than a baby’s ass. Isn’t that why we decided to drag the team down here?”

Kurita nodded enthusiastically, chuckling. They grinned at each other, eyes alight with the satisfaction of successfully completing a three year journey full of obstacles and hardships. They already had their sights on their next goals, the World Cup and the Rice Bowl, but it wouldn’t hurt to bask in the feeling for a while. They had done it, just as they always knew they would, even back when the Devil Bats were just the two of them, the shadow their kicker left behind and a dream held together by duct tape and determination.

They turned to watch the horizon. The sky and sea were a different shade of gray separated by a thin line of white. Youichi wasn’t particularly interested in the painted arts, but it looked magnificent: dark, dangerous and beautiful, with the stubborn sunbeams that managed to cross the stormy clouds painting golden streaks in the sky and the softly falling snow giving it a picturesque feel. He might even take a photo before leaving, a striking picture to go along with the stunning feeling that winning had given them.

“So…”

He lazily tilted his head to the side, regarding his friend with a raised eyebrow. Kurita was wearing his usual big smile, but there was a mischievous glint in his eyes that Hiruma rarely got to see. 

“When are we getting that statue?”

Youichi blinked, then threw his head back with a wild laugh. He heard Kurita laughing along with him. 

“Fucking fatty,” he wheezed, “if you want a statue of yourself that badly, I’ll get you one.”

“Ah, thanks, but it was just a joke. You know, because you–”

“No, no, think about it. A big statue in the middle of the yard, perhaps made out of clay? Nah, we can do better: a golden one! With a straw hat on its head and a bottle of sake in its hand. And lastly, these huge, gigantic pair of ba–”

“Isn’t that just a tanuki statue!?” Kurita looked a bit distressed by the comparison, but mostly exasperated. He knew Youichi well enough —ah, the mortifying ordeal of it all–– to know that he just said the most outrageous and insulting thing possible to get a reaction, and had stopped taking anything to heart since the fifth story about his parents Youichi had come up with. “I don’t think I’d like that…”

“Ah, but think of our poor kouhai next year. They’ll need all the luck they can get, so if they just rub the statue all over, including those massive nu–”

“NO! No statue!”

Kurita’s face was even more hilarious than the mental image of the statue was, so he just cackled and cackled. His friend bravely tried to keep a frown on his round face, but was failing miserably.

When Youichi finally ran out of breath, he elbowed him good naturedly and turned the conversation to other topics his friend would enjoy more. Sure enough, after discussing the latest American college league match they had watched and mentioning their plans for the weekend, Kurita was now delighting him with a list of local delicacies he was hoping to try on this trip. 

“You know, Hiruma, you’re one of the most important people in my life,” Kurita said once he finished his description of fermented fish dishes, a bit out of nowhere. “I’m so happy we met; without you I wouldn’t have made it this far.”

‘Without me, you might have entered Shinryuuji without a problem,’ he thought to himself, but stayed silent. It was old news, hardly relevant any longer now that they had achieved their dream; he really should let that frustrating guilt go. Besides, even if Shinryuuji had Kurita on their team, they would have been hard pressed to win the Kantou tournament, let alone the Christmas Bowl. 

Instead, he lazily kicked Kurita’s ankle underwater. “Stop being gross, fucking fatty, you know sugar makes me sick.”

“But it’s true!” he said earnestly. “I’m so glad we got to play together all these years, even if we only had a proper team for one of them. It’s a pity we can't play next year. But perhaps, in university…”

He carded a hand through the damp bangs sticking to his forehead and swiped them back. Kurita’s hesitation didn’t surprise him; the three of them wanted to keep playing together, of course, but Musashi’s situation was uncertain. With his father’s declining health, he might not be able to afford wasting time in university, and he hadn’t wanted to make any promises. 

Youichi wasn’t too worried; there were ways around it, plans they could make. The Rice Bowl was played between the best university team and the best semi-pro team: if Musashi wasn’t in university, he could join the semi-pro league.

But he didn’t want to discuss it here, without the kicker being present, so he just grinned. “Well, don’t start weeping just yet, there’s a World Cup to win before the end of the semester.”

“Yes, the World Cup! I can’t wait! Oh, do you think they’ll pick me for the team?”

“Of course they will, dimwit, you’re the best fucking lineman in Japan! They’d be morons not to pick you; the team wouldn’t stand a chance against America.”

“Aaaaah, Hiruma! I’m so excited! To face strong opponents, of course, but also to play with you and the others for a bit longer.”

Youichi knew his grin had grown unacceptably fond, but he was helpless to change that when Kurita’s answering smile was so bright and affectionate. 

Bam!

There was a sudden crash. Multiple shouts were heard, ranging from startled to panicked. Youichi felt a vein pop in irritation. 

It hadn’t even been a fucking half hour.

He jumped out of the water and, pulling his robe on and an AK-47 out despite Kurita’s protests, jogged towards the rest of the group.

“Fucking brats! If you’ve broken anything I’m chopping you to bits and feeding you to Cerberos!”

Not a fucking day of rest with these idiots.

THE END

[moondaejung]

tag dump !

[pilothusband]

All Hail The King

Rating: Explicit (18+)

Pairing: Frankie Morales x f!reader

Warnings: Alcohol, oral sex, p in v sex, praise kink. I’m a horny bitch, okay? This is purely indulgent.

Word count: 5k

Author’s note: Special thanks to @wyn-dixie​ for reading this over before I posted it and for enabling this filth. ❤️ This idea entered my brain randomly and I had to write it out. Please let me know what you think! I want your feedback. If I had Photoshop I would have made an edit of Frankie with a crown for this but I don’t have it so here’s this gif instead.

The bar is humming with activity, but the table you’re nestled at in the back provides enough shelter to allow you all to converse without having to yell at each other.

You’ve been nursing a glass of water for a while now, since you’re the designated driver this week. It doesn’t bother you, though— you’re just happy to be out with your friends.

Every once in a while you steal a glance over at Frankie, who’s sitting diagonally across the table, next to Santiago who is directly across from you. Benny is to your left, his large body crowding you into the wall, and his brother Will is at the head of the table.

“Hey Fish,” Benny claps a hand on his shoulder. The force of his hand jostles Frankie’s solid body backwards a little, but to his credit he doesn’t flinch. “How are things with that girl you were seeing? Jennessa? Jennifer?”

You take a sip of your water and look down at the table to mask your interest at the sudden change in conversation.

“Jessica,” Frankie clears his throat. “They aren’t. We didn’t have much in common so she broke it off after a few dates.”

Queue the internal cheering. Jessica was a bit of a wet mop, to be honest. She never had anything to say when Frankie brought her around and she would scoff at everything that was slightly unsavory in her eyes. Deep down, you had to come to terms with the jealous twinge you felt in your gut every time she would squeeze Frankie’s shoulder affectionately, her immaculately manicured nails pressed harshly into his jacket.

“I’m sorry, Fish,” Benny said, slinging his arm around the man, the clumsy movement knocking his hat slightly askew. “Her loss, brother.”

“Here here,” Santi agrees, raising his bottle in the air. “To the king!”

Benny cheers clinks his bottle against Santiago’s echoing his sentiment. Will huffs out a laugh and Frankie groans, hiding his face in his hands.

You gape at the two men in question, but they just giggle like a couple of school girls.

“I didn’t realize I was in the presence of royalty,” you say, trying to figure out what they’re talking about. You look over at Frankie as he takes an impatient sip from his drink.

Benny just about spits out a mouthful of beer onto the table.

“Shut the fuck up, guys.” Frankie warns his friends. “Seriously.” Santi and Benny give him an innocent look. Will focuses his gaze on the bottle he’s holding, picking at the paper label, damp and curling at the edges from condensation .

Santiago leans towards you, his breath hot in your ear.

“We call him the pussy eating king.”

You thank the powers above you weren’t mid-sip, because the choked sound that emits from your throat was both involuntary and sudden. Heat blossoms in your stomach and your thighs clench together as you make eye contact with Frankie. He looks away nervously, embarrassed even. 

“So was this a self coronation or..” You trail off, grinning at the flush on Frankie’s cheeks.

“It was that really talkative chick he was seeing for a while,” Benny says, turning to you. “Brianna?”

“Brenda,” Frankie sighs.

“So Brenda crowned you the pussy eating king?” You ask Frankie, who still refuses to meet your eyes.

He grumbles in response, waving off the subject.

“Yeah, she went on about it in detail for the whole night one time. I think you were away for a work trip or something” Santiago is absolutely smirking, loving the way Frankie is physically shrinking under the group’s attention. “Come on Fish, don’t be so modest. You’re a beast in the sack, it’s a good thing!”

You smile, but it doesn’t quite reach your eyes. You remember why you weren’t there. It was because you couldn’t stand seeing Frankie so happy with another woman, so you feigned sick.

“Well, I can see why things with Brenda didn’t last,” you respond, knowing Frankie was kind of a private guy. “But hey, at least she can tell all her friends she got the royal treatment while it lasted.”

Benny, Santiago and even Will all roar with laughter, fists banging raucously on the table. Frankie huffs out an embarrassed laugh, despite himself.

“Yeah, yeah,” he takes a swig of his beer, emptying it. “I need another drink.”

“Hey Ben, what time is your fight next week again?” Will calls over to his brother. You’re grateful for the change of subject. Frankie’s had enough torture for one night and you aren’t sure how many more details about Frankie’s sexual prowess your nether regions can take.

Benny turns towards Will to talk about his upcoming match and you take a sip from your glass to try to hide how flustered you’re feeling. Did this bar get hot all of a sudden?

The glass lands back down with a dull thump and you look up to find Santiago studying you, his eyebrow raised.

“What?” You don’t mean to sound aggressive, but his gaze is unnerving, as if he’s trying to suss out something you’re hiding.

“Nothing, nothing at all.” He smirks and tips up his beer, taking a long gulp. You roll your eyes at him and look down to pick at your nails.

A few moments later, Frankie returns with a fresh beer and you can feel Santiago turning his face in your direction again to read your body language. You school your reaction, fingers digging painfully into your pint glass. Sometimes Pope is too fucking nosy for his own good.

He must lose interest after a moment though, because he turns his attention back to Benny, who’s still talking about his upcoming fight.

The topic doesn’t come up again, thankfully, and you’ve dropped all the boys off at their separate destinations, save for Frankie, who lives the closest to you.

The car ride alone with him isn’t as tense as you were expecting, since his tongue has been loosened with the fair amount of alcohol he’s had tonight. You both chat easily about the upcoming week and how much you’re dreading going back to work on Monday.

You can’t resist one smart remark though, as you pull up to Frankie’s house.

“Your castle awaits, my liege,” you quip, trying and failing to hide your amused smile as you look over at him.

Frankie throws his head back and laughs freely, opening the car door with a wink.

“Goodnight, my queen,” he bows exaggeratedly before shutting the car door.

The butterflies don’t tamp down until you’re securely inside your own apartment, locking the door behind you.

That night was a month ago, which means it’s been a whole fucking month since your brain flew the coop. Every time Frankie does just about anything with his mouth, everything else around you ceases to exist.

Take last Thursday, for example. Frankie dropped by after work to help you change your porch light, since the fixture is too heavy and the light is too high up to easily reach.

He steps up the ladder with ease, unscrewing the fixture and holding it with his left hand. He puts the screwdriver in his mouth so he can hold onto the ladder as he gingerly hands you the fixture. You grab onto it and hand him the replacement bulb so he can swap them out.

He gets the lightbulb in and gestures towards you to hand the fixture back, which he screws back in before stepping down.

“Blegh,” he wipes his mouth on his sleeve, an action that has your last two brain cells screeching to a halt. “Screwdrivers taste awful.” 

His statement is cute, self-deprecating, and you try to respond appropriately but all you can do is gape at him like a fish out of water.

‘Get your shit together, he’s wiping off the taste of rust, not your pussy,’ you try to mentally shake yourself out of your stupor, but it does no good.

He turns back towards his toolbox to drop the screwdriver in and close the lid.

“All set,” he says, dusting off his jeans. He sounds a little uneasy, probably because you’re acting like a complete weirdo.

“Thank you so much, Frankie. I really appreciate it.” You find your manners and pull him in for a hug, secretly reveling in how good he smells.

“Any time,” he tells you as he wraps his arms around you and squeezes softly.

Before he pulls away you make a spur of the moment decision, and reach up to give him a small kiss on the cheek. He’s so impossibly warm and so inviting, you can feel your heart flutter in your chest. The sparse hairs on his face tickle your chin. 

Frankie clears his throat and ducks his head down, mumbling a hurried goodbye before he heads back to his truck, toolbox in hand. You don’t miss the way his lips are turned up and the crows feet make an appearance in the corner of his eyes, nor do you miss the brilliant flush that spreads over his face and down his neck.

It’s Saturday now and your torment knows no end. You decide you’re too tired to go out and opt to invite the guys over for a movie night, to which they all agree. 

You decide you’ll just have to look away every time Frankie takes a sip of a drink, or eats a handful of popcorn. Or God forbid, if he licks his lips.

The group chat has been a nightmare, with everyone trying to come up with a movie to watch. Benny wants to watch The Expendables, Will mentioned something about wanting to see Dunkirk for ages now and Santi is playing devil’s advocate, disagreeing with all of their choices but not coming up with one of his own.

Frankie has been quiet in the chat, besides initially agreeing to come over initially.

It’s 9:00 PM, you have a 30 rack of beers in the fridge and some popcorn set out for everyone. All you have to do now is wait for the guys to arrive. Your phone chimes with a notification from Benny.

Benny and the Jets 🥊: Sorry lady, I got called in for a last minute practice. Raincheck?

Ironhead 🦸🏼: I gotta duck out too. The lady wants to have a date night. Sorry!

You type out a reply to them, a little disappointed but bidding them a good night all the same.

A knock sounds on the door and you rush over to answer it. The door swings open to reveal Frankie, wearing the softest looking navy blue hoodie you’ve ever seen, along with his Standard Oil cap. He looks as unsure as ever, holding a bottle of red wine.

You chirp an over-enthusiastic greeting, internally cringe at it, and step aside to welcome him in.

“I know you like red wine, so I got some for you on the way here. I hope it’s the kind you like.”

You accept the wine and look at the label. It’s a California Zinfandel. You can’t believe he remembered your favorite wine.

“I love it, thank you so much.” You pull him into a hug, nuzzling into the soft material of his sweatshirt. He returns the hug just as enthusiastically, pulling away to kiss your forehead.

“Is Santiago on his way?” You ask, padding into the kitchen to grab a glass from your cabinet. “Do you want a glass? Or I have some beer if you’d prefer.”

“Beer is perfect, thanks,” he says a little breathily as he looks over at you. “Santiago said something came up and that he’s sorry.”

Something feels a little fishy with the three of them ducking out all at the same time, but you don’t mention it as you hand him a beer and search through your drawer for a bottle opener. A few minutes later, you’re both set up on the couch and are scrolling through Netflix for a movie.

“I have no idea what to watch. Do you?”

“Want to watch Civil War? I know the guys will bitch we’re continuing the rewatch without them but they can deal.”

You tip your head back and laugh, navigating over to your Disney+ app.

Frankie takes off his hat and sets it aside while you spread a blanket over your laps, braving a chance to scoot closer to him. He takes the hint and wraps his arm behind your shoulders, nestling you closer to his chest. You settle in and try to pay attention to the movie, despite the wild fluttering that is taking place in your stomach.

Frankie shifts uncomfortably and winces a little. You can tell he’s trying to hide it, but little does he know you’ve been watching every single movement he makes like a hawk. Or a nervous lap dog.

“Does your back hurt? I can move,” you start to get up but Frankie grabs onto your wrist and pulls you back in.

“No, stay. I just need to find a comfortable position.”

You make a soft noise of surprise when he lifts you up and pulls you towards him, settling back so he’s spread out on the couch. You’re settled on top of him, your legs stretched out over his with your back to the cushion, half draped over his torso.

This position has your heart thumping hard in your chest. His face was just a few inches from yours. All he’d have to do is tilt his face towards yours, and you’d be practically kissing.

Focusing on the movie is harder than ever. Your left hand rests on Frankie’s chest and your right is near his head. Without even thinking, you reach out and start stroking your fingers through his soft curls. He hums contentedly, the pleasant sound rumbling through his chest.

A hand makes its way up your arm leaving goosebumps in its wake, landing on your shoulder.

You brave a glance at Frankie and feel your heart stutter in your chest when you realize he’s been looking at you. His eyes are as dark as ever, twinkling against the flicker of your TV.

He closes the gap and captures your lips in a tender kiss. His lips are warm and soft, melding to yours perfectly. The brush of your mouths together is intoxicating. Your tongue darts out to lick at him and he complies, letting out a guttural moan at the sensation as your tongues meet languidly.

You shift your leg so it slots between his and both of your hands find his shoulders and squeeze them, eliciting a soft mewl from Frankie’s mouth. His hands are hot on your back and he slides one down to your ass, kneading the soft flesh over your leggings.

Your hips press into his, rutting into him, soft pants falling from your mouth– mingling with his. You need to be closer, closer, closer. He tightens his grip on your ass in response and rolls his hips so you can feel how hard he is against your belly.

“Fuck, baby,” he rasps, breaking the kiss, words tumbling out between his ragged breaths. 

You can feel yourself throbbing for him, wetness rushing to your core as his hushed baritone makes your head spin with need. Somewhere in the back of your mind you’re convinced this is a dream. That there’s no way you’re dry humping the man of your dreams on your couch right now.

You duck down to hide your expression, not wanting to ruin the moment with your anxiety and doubt. You’ll take whatever this man gives you, even if it’s just this moment. 

You busy yourself by peppering small kisses on his neck, trailing them up to his jaw.

“Hey,” he slows your movements and holds your chin with his thumb and forefinger, tilting your face up gently up to look at him.

“I want you. I want this. Do you?” 

You feel the urge to look away, his gaze is intense and laser-focused on you. Eye contact has never been your strong suit, so this was a lot for you to handle. But you fight the urge to flinch and stare back, searching to see if there was anything that will give away any trepidations. His expression remains hard set, serious but not unkind. It’s just like Frankie to have eyes as clear as day, giving away all of his secrets. They’re just like him— strong, unrelenting in their hardness and softness.

“Yes,” you reply. Your voice cracks a little, thick with emotion. “I’ve wanted this, wanted you, for so long.” 

You feel embarrassment wash over you with the admission, but Frankie doesn’t let it last long before you crushes his lips to yours in a searing kiss. He breaks it off after a moment, lips swollen and pink.

“Baby, you have no idea how long I’ve been waiting to hear you say that.”

He strokes a hand down your jaw, his thumb caressing your skin as a goofy smile blooms over your face.

“I want to make you feel good, baby,” he whispers, his thumb catching on the swell of your bottom lip. “Will you let me make you feel good?”

You blink and swallow heavily, a fresh wave of arousal flooding to your center as the deep rasp of his voice utters those words, smooth as caramel– dousing over you like kerosene on a fire.

You nod, not trusting your voice at this very moment.

“I need you to say it out loud, honey,” he says, his lips brushing against yours ever so lightly.

“Yes, Francisco,” you breathe out. “Make me feel good.”

He bites your bottom lip and tugs, then growls playfully before he grabs your shoulders and flips you over. You let out a delighted shriek, giggling as he lifts up the hem of your shirt and kisses every inch of skin that’s revealed.

“Wait,” you call out. He stops his movements immediately. “You first.”

Frankie grins. You want to press your fingers into the dimple that appears and feel the scratch of his beard under your nails. He leans back and lifts his sweatshirt over his head, the grey t-shirt he’s wearing sticks to the inside of it and he rolls both garments down his arms. 

His chest is bare to you now, smooth except for a smattering of hairs in the middle of his chest, and a patch leading down into his jeans. You want to reach out and run your hands down the planes of his torso and follow the path of hair,  but your arms aren’t long enough to reach. 

You remove your shirt, leaving you in your leggings and bra. It’s a soft lace number, a delicate pink with no underwire. You watch as his hungry gaze roams over your chest. To your surprise, he doesn’t motion for you to take it off. Instead, he leans over you, pressing a soft kiss to your lips.

 He moves downwards, tongue darting out to taste the salt of your neck. He continues his path and mouths between your breasts, one of his hands reaches out to squeeze the plump flesh in his large hand. You nipple instantly pebbles under his ministrations and he pulls the fabric aside to tease it with the pad of his finger. You moan softly at the sensation and yelp in surprise when he sucks it into his mouth and bites it, soothing the sharp sting with a flick of his tongue.

 “Mmm, love how responsive you are already,” he hums, moving down. Your back arches as his mouth makes a hot trail down the rest of your torso. You look down and notice he’s left wet patches where his mouth has been, coating you in saliva and leaving goosebumps in his wake.

 He reaches the waistband of your leggings and pushes them down, letting out a strangled groan when he gets an eyeful of your panties, the same shade of pink that matches the bra you’re wearing. 

“So fucking sexy,” he breathes.

He peels your panties down your legs and pulls them off along with your leggings, leaving you completely bare from the bottom down. You start to cross your legs to hide yourself, feeling self-conscious at how exposed you are, but Frankie grabs your thigh to halt the movement.

“You better not hide this pretty pussy from me,” he says, licking his lips.

You half expect him to dive in, but he takes a moment to look at you. He’s resting a hand on your hip. His pointer finger makes a path down, tracing an invisible line up and down your slit. You hiss at the ghost of his touch and thrust your hips towards his hand, seeking out more friction.

Frankie lets out an amused chuckle at your reaction and leans forward to plant a wet kiss to your inner thigh. You let out a shaky breath in anticipation– your heart feels like it’s beating out of your chest. He kisses up your thigh until he reaches the apex between your legs, then licks a stripe through your folds with the flat of his tongue, pulling a surprised gasp from your parted lips.

He sucks your clit into his mouth and you can’t help it– you buck up into his mouth and grab onto his hair and tug at the strands. He grabs onto the flesh of your hip and whimpers into your pussy. Despite being almost dizzy with need, you feel a rush of power knowing you have this effect on him.

“You taste so fucking good. So wet for me,” he punctuates his words with bold licks up and down. “Never want to stop.”

He changes patterns, making tight circles on your clit with his tongue. The sudden switch has you mewling and your legs clamp around his head involuntarily. Frankie grabs your thighs and wrenches them apart, hooking them over his shoulders as he latches onto your pussy. His hands are on your ass, holding you up as your back arches off the couch.

All you can do is scramble at the cushions below you for purchase as Frankie buries his face into your cunt, lapping at you with abandon. His tongue licks into you with an intensity you’ve never experienced before; it has you seeing stars.

You have no idea how he knows exactly how to manipulate your body to pull the pleasure from you so naturally. Every lick feels like it’s searching for treasure, every suck hits somewhere deep inside, reverberating through the muscles of your thighs and up in your abdomen.

He gently places you back down to the cushions and rubs at your entrance with his pointer finger, looking up at you for permission.

“Yes, please–“ you whimper brokenly. He complies immediately and plunges it into you, following with a second finger, and curls them up. His pace is slow at first and he flicks his tongue out to play with your clit at the same time. He’s soon spurred on by your moans and sets a brutal pace. You once again feel the urge to clamp around him to increase the pressure, but Frankie uses his broad shoulders to hold your thighs apart.

 Seeing his shoulders, bare and perspiring from his intensive movements, so wide and flushed, coupled with the furrow of his brow, his eyes pinched closed, makes something primal within you awaken. You barely have time to feel your orgasm coming before it’s hitting you– thighs shaking, back arching, hands in his hair. You don’t even realize it, but you;’re shrieking his name, chanting it like a prayer. He’s groaning in reply, milking you through it with his fingers and tongue, lapping up your release, syrupy sweet and indulgent.

 He doesn’t stop until you’re flinching from overstimulation. He kisses up your body lazily, taking his time before capturing your lips. You kiss him back, licking into his mouth and tasting yourself on his tongue. He grinds into you, his jean-clad erection rubs against your aching cunt and rekindles the fire, molten heat shooting through your entire body.

 “Wanna fuck you so bad, baby,” he says, panting the words into your mouth.

 You moan and break the kiss.

 “Want to take this to my room?”

 He doesn’t reply, but instead swings his body off the couch and picks you up bridal-style. He stumbles a little with the first steps and you both laugh, kissing each other with each step he takes towards your bedroom.

He tosses you onto the bed softly and you let loose another delighted giggle when Frankie flops over you dramatically, caging you in his arms. Your tongues tangle together in an impossibly sensual kiss. He’s momentarily distracted, caught up in the feel of your body underneath his with the soft touches of your tongue, and you take the opportunity to roll him over and straddle his hips.

Frankie is looking up at you as if he’s in awe, like he can’t believe you’re here right now, naked from the waist down and grinding down on his hard cock, tenting his jeans.

You move down his body and zip his fly down, pushing down the denim along with his boxer briefs. His cock springs free, hard and hot and leaking at the tip. You can’t help but lick the bead of precum, and a broken whine rips from Frankie’s throat. His hands are clenched into the sheets, knuckles white with how hard he’s gripping the mattress beneath him.

You’re bobbing your mouth up and down his length, tongue licking around his shaft and cheeks hollowing out. His moans are loud, constant. He’s babbling praise, telling you how fucking amazing your mouth feels, how badly he wants to fuck you. It’s a heady feeling, bringing a strong and quiet man to his knees like this. You love that he’s letting you know how much he’s breaking for you.

Your tongue finds its way down to his balls and you suck them into your mouth, moaning at the musky taste. His moans are high pitched now and his hand is squeezing your shoulder.

“Baby, you gotta stop,” he grabs onto your hair to pause your movements. “I need to feel you.”

You give him one last broad lick up his shaft and shift back up, and look down at Frankie to catalogue the number you’ve done on him. He’s absolutely wrecked– brown eyes blown wide, chest rising and falling rapidly with his uneven breaths.

 You remove your bra, stretching it over your head and throwing it to the side. Frankie follows the movement and lets out a needy, staccato moan at the sight of you, completely bare before him.

 You reach down and kiss him soundly on the mouth, lining his cock up with your entrance.

 “I’ve got you, baby boy,” you coo, sinking down on his length.

 “Fuck,” he grits out between his teeth.

 You give yourself a moment to get used to his size and rock into him. His hands fly up to your chest, squeezing lightly and rolling your nipples in between his fingers.

 “So fucking big,” you pant out. “So good for me.”

 It seems Frankie loves praise as much as you do, evidenced by the twitch of his cock inside you.

 Your pace is agonizingly slow. You’re trying to tease out the moment, stretch it out so it lasts forever. It doesn’t last long– you can’t stand it anymore. You bounce up and down on him, snapping your hips when they meet his.

 “So fucking perfect,” he pants out. “Wanna fuck you from behind.”

 You breathe out a moan and stop your movements. Frankie mistakes your pause for hesitation and reaches up to brush the hair out of your face.

 “We don’t have to,” he says, voice gentle, brow furrowed in concern. 

 “No, fuck. No, Frankie. I want to.”

 You gingerly get up and whimper at the loss when he’s no longer inside you. Frankie sits up, shoulders rocking forward and cock bobbing with his movement as he settles onto his knees. You watch him and bite your lip, getting on all fours and lifting your ass up in the air to present yourself to him.

 Frankie can’t help the groan that falls from his lips and sinks forward to lay an open-mouthed kiss on your pussy from behind before he lines himself up. He enters you without hesitation, hips slapping against your ass rhythmically, setting a decisively fast pace. 

 All you can hear is the filthy sounds of your wet pussy as he pounds into you, along with your strangled moans, and his heavy breathing, laced with whispers of praise you can’t discern. The waves of pleasure are too much, too strong. You can feel the familiar build up of an orgasm. Your head is in the clouds as it climbs and climbs– then crashes.

 His fingers on your clit is what does you in. Your whole body shakes and all you can do is whimper and moan around his cock while he fucks into you. The strong, practiced rock of his hips become sloppy as he chases his release, muttering words of adoration into the air as he pulls out and cums, spilling onto your back. He pulls every last drop out of his cock before collapsing over you, forehead resting on your spine as he catches his breath.

 “Fuck, baby,” he says, once he’s caught his breath. “Should have done this ages ago.”

 You both laugh and Frankie gets up to grab a wet face towel from the bathroom

A little while later, you’re both in bed, blissed out and wrapped up around each other. The movie, drinks and snacks are all forgotten. All that matters is here and now– your breaths mingling together as you kiss each other lazily, tongues probing slowly. 

In the other room, both of your phones ping on the coffee table with unheard notifications.

The first text is from Santiago.The other boys follow suit, not a minute apart.

Pope 🤦🏻‍♂️: 👑

Benny and the Jets 🥊: 👑

Ironhead 🦸🏼: 👑

Neither of you see the texts until the next morning.

 The following weekend, it’s Santiago’s turn to be the designated driver. He’s parked outside of Frankie’s house, waiting to pick both of your asses up. He starts to tap his fingers impatiently against the steering wheel after the first 15 minutes. 

“What the fuck are they doing in there?” He asks Will and Benny. They all know the answer, but don’t say anything.

Meanwhile, Frankie has you crowded against the front door, your sundress is hiked up and his face is buried in your pussy. Neither of you can hear the sound of Santi’s impatient honking over your moans.

And if you end up going to the bar sans panties because you can’t find them before Santiago is pounding his fist on the door, well that’s just a secret you and Frankie will have to keep.

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[liz-allyn]

inner demons - pt 5 [tasm!peter x f!reader]

another side of the devil you know - 5 part series. fuck i lied again, this is not done.

Chapter Summary: A simple family outing with his 3-year-old son turns into the longest moment of Peter's life.

Words: 3.1 k

Warnings: SERIOUS GRAPHIC CONTENT WARNINGS APPLY. 18+ ONLY. Dark! Themes TW including: CNC, references to past SA of a minor, mentions of child kidnapping/endangerment/murder, self harm, adults discussing and consenting to simulation of r*pe, PTSD, traumatic flashbacks, panic attacks, blood, vomit, knives, reference to domestic abuse, child harm, Code Adam.

a/n I just couldn't cram what I needed into a Part 5 and end the story the way I want to. Thus, there's a part 6. Don't hate me. Definitely don't @ me (unless it's to cheer me on!) Speaking of which, @blooming-violets, get well my love. Here's something to make you feel better worse.

This may not be the story for you, regardless of age. Reader discretion is strongly advised.

Part One. Part Two. Part Three. Part Four. Part Five. Part Six.

The inside of Mike’s Market on Austin Street in Forest Hills was sweltering, the air conditioning system having malfunctioned during a stifling summer heat wave. The aisles were crowded with scurrying last-minute shoppers picking the shelves clean in preparation for the upcoming holiday weekend.

Peter lifted his ball cap momentarily before running his fingers back through the sweaty locks of his hair. Tiny silver strands peppered the edges of his hairline. His molasses eyes roamed the shelves, scanning intently.

“Negative on the hot dog buns,” Peter announced with dismay. You groaned beside him with your arms clutching a bouquet of sunflowers and a bottle of pinot grigio. Peter easily held onto two hand baskets filled with heavy barbecue essentials. Unfortunately, all of the push carts in the store had been taken. Peter actually felt better about this fact, since it allowed him to move through the aisles and the crowd more deftly, all while keeping an eye on you two.

“Darn,” you deflated. 

“Maybe we can just use sliced bread, y’know? Fold it?”

You looked at Peter like he was some kind of hillbilly cannibal out of a horror movie. “I don’t even know you,” you scoffed. “Where’s my tail?” you suddenly announced aloud. “I don’t feel my tail anymore!”

“Tails, Bub,” Peter declared calmly, glancing around your waist to see little three-year-old Ben standing nearby. The long-legged boy was dressed in his favorite dinosaur shorts and a black summer tank featuring Lady Justice in chains, the words “...And Justice For All” graffitied on the front. He sipped quietly on a pouch of organic juice, clutching it with both hands. Once he looked up at his father’s expectant gaze, he gripped his small, yet long fingers on the hem of your shirttails. Once you were aware of his presence by the pull on your tee shirt, you continued the conversation with your husband.

Peter frowned back at the barren bread shelves, “We could try another store.”

You gave him a withering look. “Ugh, good luck with that. It’ll be like this everywhere, I bet.” You glanced back across the store, gears turning in your mind. “Maybe they’ll have some left in the gluten-free section?” Peter’s face twisted at your suggestion, and you glowered back, “Hey, it’s better than folding bread, you neanderthal. I’m gonna run over there. Meet you up front?” Peter nodded as you turned away and bounded off. “Stay with Daddy!”

“Hang on, Bub,” he said, waiting for Ben to tug on shirt. Peter gripped the bowing metal handles of the shopping baskets in his hands and stepped towards the checkout lines. “Okie dokie,” he sighed, seeing the queue backed up all the way into the dry goods aisles. “Let’s see who's gonna win the race, then Daddy can finally get out of this hel—heck.” 

“Heck,” Ben repeated with a cheeky grin, testing out the word. He followed Peter into a line that seemed to be moving the fastest, glancing back to see if he could spot you returning from your mission.

The sound of a familiar television anchor caught his attention, “Lyman was apprehended early this morning after police received an anonymous call.” Peter glanced up at a TV screen mounted at the front of the store featuring the top news story of the evening. “Officials would not confirm whether or not Spider-Man was involved in the alleged killer’s capture, but witnesses describe seeing Lyman ‘trapped in a giant web’ between the American Copper Buildings. New York Chief of Police Yuriko Watanabe released this statement: ‘While the department can’t comment on vigilante activity, the arrest of Marcus Lyman was the result of months of hard work done by New York City’s Finest...”

Peter scoffed under his breath, rolling his eyes. “Yeah, right,” he grumbled beneath the earshot of anyone around him. Truthfully, he didn’t need credit or glory when it came to killers like Marcus Lyman. It was a relief enough to have him off the streets for good.

The line moved up. “C’mon, Bub,” Peter called to his son. He stilled as he turned around. The child was nowhere to be seen. “Bub?” he called out louder, doing a full 360-turn from his position in line. His eyes scanned low and high, searching for a glimpse of messy chestnut hair and clashing summer attire. He felt his throat tighten, looking left and right, “Ben?” 

Dozens of people surrounded him; their combined chatter crammed his senses in an overwhelming cacophony of noise. His feet were carrying him away from the checkout line, and suddenly the baskets in his hands felt heavy. The black pools of Peter’s eyes filled deeper as they grasped frantically at nearby forms and faces, none of which were the one he was looking for.

“Ben?” 

The name crawled up his throat, ripping his lungs out with it. It sounded foreign to him, like a disembodied voice of a tormented apparition. Peter blinked. 

Ben wasn’t there. 

He blinked. 

Ben was gone. 

He felt his face fluster and sweat bead down his neck. 

Ben was missing. 

His eyes were burning, stinging like smoke in the air. 

His son was missing. His son is gone.

His baby is gone now and he wasn’t ever going to get him back.

One of the hand baskets clamored to the floor, the items spilling out. Its steel handle had been mangled and unable to withstand the diamond-forming pressure inside Peter’s fist. The other basket Peter mindlessly dropped, his brain wrapped up in a meat grinder of panic. He felt his legs carry him in large heavy strides across the floor. 

“Ben?!” he bellowed, frantically searching through the aisles. The faces of other shoppers turned in his direction, but Peter couldn’t pick them out of a lineup if he tried. The fluorescent lights were too bright, their electric hum too noisy, and it was so fucking hot he couldn’t breathe.

He couldn’t breathe. “Ben?!”

Every word sounded more distraught, more desperate. More faces. More eyes—

—you should’ve been watching him why weren’t you fucking watching him, they were watching they’re always watching—

His baby’s eyes. He was searching faces now, trying desperately to spot his son’s eyes. His baby that looked up at him from a bassinet that took all day to assemble and smiled—

—he smiled at me and he’s crying now he’s wondering where his daddy is and he’s scared because the bad men have him now and he’s going to lose him you’re too late spiderman hahahaa you’ve already lost—

This is about him. It always was. This was about Peter. This was about Spider-Man. He’s back in the bread aisle, feeling more like a zombie possessed by a demonic fervor, chanting the names of Spider-Man’s enemies in his rotting head. The rogues gallery. The greatest enemies. Lyman. Not Lyman. Fisk. Osborne—please no, not Harry Osborne—Li? Beck. Toomes. Schultz. Gargan. Kasady. Fucking Kasady.

—he’s gonna think i abandoned him, he’s scared and daddy abandoned him and they’re going to hurt him and peter’s going to feel it, he can already feel it, hands grabbing and fingers searching and they’re going to kill him and he’ll never hold him again—

“Can I help you find something, sir?” Peter looked up to find himself standing at the end of the bread aisle—thefuckareyoudoing just standing there—in front of a thin, deep bronze-skinned boy holding a tablet and wearing a name tag, ‘José.’ Pale-faced and sweaty-palmed, Peter looked over at the boy—heart rate mid 80s, body temperature normal, smells like sandalwood... onions...minty onions. 

“Sir?” José repeated, stirred with confusion and concern.

The older man reached out and snatched the teen by the collar. His hands were shaking—

—what if hes somewhere cold, need to change him into a sleeper, he sleeps best with the sleeper and the light on—

When did his hands start shaking? Was his whole body shaking now? 

“Sir?” Peter felt José’s body tense under his grip. His mind was fracturing, divided in a million directions.

—he’s scared you’re scaring him he’s trying to help you—he’s scared and they’ve got him and daddy’s not coming because he let them take him away—the Russian guy... Bench... Kraven, no: dead... Stan Carter?... Smythe—your daddy’s not coming for you boy your daddy is dead and—god you look just like him—

“Whoa, dude, are you okay?” José’s voice overpowered the din, but only temporarily. 

—its not going to be okay i'll never be ok you’re never going to see your son alive again because everything you touch you bruise everything you love you lose this is all your fault—

“My s-son,” Peter’s disembodied voice echoed back to him. Peter gripped the teen by his shirt. “I-I need to find my s-son... He’s gone... He was right here and he’s—”

—dead he’s so cold and he’s dead and you killed him you let him get taken—

“Okay, dude, just-just calm down, we can find him, what does he look like?”

—he’s so small and he’s so strong and he’s got his mothers eyes they’re beautiful eyes that sparkle and she’s crying now, its gonna kill her, what youve done, what have you done, you killed her, you killed your whole family—

Peter hiccuped, “H-he’s, um, he’s three...” He felt the warm sensation of hot tears streaking across the clammy flesh on his face. He’s crying—when did you start crying like a little bitch? They have your son and you’re fucking crying—

“Peter?” a feminine voice called out into the hurricane winds of his mind. “Peter, what’s wrong?” It was you, approaching with flowers, wine, and a cellophane-wrapped package of hoagie rolls. “Where’s Ben?”

—Ben is dead, he’s gone and i’m so sorry this is all my fault i’ll make this right i swear—you’ll never make this right—i promise i’ll find him i’ll fix this please don’t go don’t leave me alone to grieve him without you i’m nothing i’m dust and dirt, bury me in the dirt with my boy i’m so sorry—

You were putting the items down carefully on a shelf, moving towards them the way a gentle cloud crosses the sky. You were talking directly to José, trying to read where no words were written—Ben is smart, smart like his mom—too good for you shes always been too good for you—he wouldn’t have gone with them he knows not to talk to strangers, he knows spiderman fights bad guys and he should never go with them, he’s supposed to scream and run and kick and bite, goddamnit he knows that, he should know that by now—uncle ben don’t go, don’t leave me—please baby don’t leave me—

“He’s wearing a black Metallica tank top, and green and blue shorts with dinosaurs on them, and he’s got red sneakers that light up,” you were carefully explaining to José, your voice tight but calm—you were always so strong, you were so fucking strong—and Peter noticed his hands were trembling. One hand was wrapped desperately around yours, as if he was hanging off of a cliff, while the other splayed out over his own chest, feeling the unrelenting hammer of his heart within. When had he let go of José?—he’s just trying to help you you asshole—

“Brown hair, he’s kinda shaggy, he-he needs a haircut... um...” You cracked a nervous half-smile as you explained. You fought to keep your voice steady; a fleeting moment of weakness, that you beat into submission. “He’s tall for his age, he looks older.” 

José’s on the radio now, keeping his distance from Peter but never breaking eye contact with you. He carefully repeats the details into the walkie, nodding along with you at every word. Peter looks at your darkened expression, feeling himself get dizzy—so fucking strong, so much stronger than I’ll ever be—I cant do this I cant do this please dont leave me dont make me say goodbye—please Uncle Ben stay with me, please Gwen stay with me i’m so sorry—

A tinny voice crackles over the PA system, interrupting whatever jovial pop song was playing before. “All associates, we have a Code Adam, repeat we have a Code Adam...”

—Who’s Adam? Adam is dead. Ben is not dead he can’t be he’s smart like his mom, he wouldn’t go with the bad people, he would go with someone safe, not scary, someone he knows that he could trust, someone that knows his mommy and daddy—

“Peter.” You say calmly, with both hands on the sides of his face. They feel so warm and his skin is so cold. He feels your thumbs wiping away tears, and the dark pools of your eyes look so comforting right now. They look like galaxies that Peter wants to explore and hide in where it’s quiet and high above where no one would reach him or hurt him.

“Peter, stay with me,” you patiently stated. “It’s going to be okay. We’re going to find him.” It was a fact. An edict. His whole body was alive and in motion. His brain was sputtering as if he’d bitten into a high-voltage powerline. This time you commanded as you repeated with more grit, “Peter.”

—he’d go with someone safe someone that knows his mommy and daddy like family like a brother—

He looked at you like he was a shell of himself. He was a ghost trapped on the inverted plane of his memories. “Skip’s got him,” Peter squeaked, his voice drowning beneath a wave of nausea in his throat. His fingers were gripping his own shirt, pulling at the cotton; fingers aching to feel his boy in his arms.

“What?” you breathed, stunned.

“They’ve got ‘em,” he declared, filled with dread. 

It didn’t matter who “they” were, not really. They were going to hurt his boy and probably kill him and Peter was going to die of heartbreak and his corpse was going to haunt the Earth and rip them all apart limb from limb. Nothing would stop him, not this time. They’d have to kill what’s left of Peter, with fire and holy water, and dismember the pieces of him and bury them beneath salted ground. They’d have to encase what’s left of his mangled heart in concrete, like graphite—radioactive material, and drive it into the deepest part of the Earth where it would poison the soil for thousands of years.

Peter was trying to pull away from his wife, as if he could shield you from witnessing the transformation, to keep you from seeing what he was about to become. You wouldn’t let him go.

“We’re going to split up, okay?” You tried to reason with him, grasping onto the string of a zeppelin headed for a fiery end. “You stay by the front door and I’m going to go through the aisles one by one.” You both were moving together now, as she walked him towards the front of the store. “The exits are sealed off and no one—”

“RRAWWWRrrh!” 

You yelped as a small figure leapt out in front of you from the inside of a toilet paper display. Knees bent and fingers curled outwards like claws, Ben growled like a velociraptor, waggling his invisible tail. The sight of his mischievous grin, so youthful and happy and alive took your breath away. You gasped, hit with a wave of relief. You clutched your chest and tears sprang from your eyes.

The boy giggled at his parents, so immensely unaware of the anguish and jubilation he’d caused within the last few seconds. If you weren’t crying yourself, if your heart wasn’t being ripped apart and glued back together, you might have let out a giggle yourself—

“What the hell are you doing?!” Peter’s voice cracked like thunder. He reached out and snatched the child’s arm, dropping to his knees in front of him. Tears rushed from his infuriated gaze, running down his stubbled face. He snapped like a whip, “Don’t ever do that again! You hear me? You coulda given your mother a heart attack!” Both hands gripped the stunned boy’s shoulders, shaking him as his father hissed, “Don’t you ever take off like that again!”

You breathed, “Peter—” 

The boy was crying now, his face crumpled as sobs racked through his body. “Look at me!” Peter bellowed, the tears on his face having gone ice cold. 

Peter felt your fingers catch his shoulder, your nails biting into his flesh. You tightened your grip, stealing his attention. Never having broken eye contact with his son, he felt the heat of your breath scorching the shell of his ear. “Take your hands off our child!” you whispered a venomous threat through gritted teeth. 

Your deadly timbre snapped him out of his rage, like a slap to the face. A stab to his heart. He wheeled his gaze around to you to see your eyes piercing his soul. He was impaled by the sharpness of your voice. He flinched as if it literally drew blood, and his hands released their hold.

Ben was screaming now, stricken with terror. Not just fear, Peter recognized. Pain. He looked back at his son and saw the pale flesh of his shoulders retreating into a boiling red. The mark of his father’s giant palms engulfed and inflamed the boy’s upper arms. The hue was impeccably familiar to him, sickening him—the early stages of a bruise formed by his own hands.

Peter was going to vomit. You scooped up the wailing toddler in your arms, tears and snot and screams gushing out like an open artery. Peter stayed on his knees, crouched low to the floor, still panting from the assault on his adrenal glands. 

His dazed eyes wandered upward, catching the stares of onlookers. Their horrified expressions glowered down at him, filled with judgment and scorn. Like he was being viewed through a cruel, twisted carnival mirror that windowed into another dimension. Their looks tarred and feathered him. For a moment, he almost reached for his mask. Even José glared at him as if the teen could see into his soul, like he could see Peter for what he truly was—disgusting. A bully. A monster.

“We’ll meet you at home, yeah?” you declared. Peter looked up at you, spotting the faint blush on your cheeks. You rubbed a palm soothingly over Ben’s back, your eyes looking anywhere but at your husband. And with that, he longed to truly disappear. 

He took the hint. He came to a wobbly stand, with shoulders slumped, and nodded silently. Wiping his face, he slouched towards the exit, releasing his family from the humiliation of standing beside him.

The chorus in his mind had gone mostly silent, save for the memory of one disapproving tone. 

“I guess you must feel pretty good about yourself, right? Am I right?”

Peter was speechless.

Part Six.

A/N: Hiiii. How did you feel about this chapter? Don't kill me. Instead, please reblog, comment, or send an anonymous ask to let me know your thoughts! And thank you for supporting fandom writers.

[muffindaddystyles]

BLACK ANCHOR.

Warning: BDSM, Various kinks, Vouyerism, Alchol and Explicit Language.

Stubbornness. A petty bitch. Moreso, when it deflates like a sorrowful balloon upon the persistent sugar coated requests of Y/N's besties for her to join them in their night outings. Usually the need occurs when she’s downright falling into a rabbit hole of stress caused by none other than her last time assignments. Needless to say; her social battery run outs pretty quick attending classes and doing normal stuff every girlie loves to do –– in the end she’s left with nothing but puffy eyes under her thick reading glasses and sniffy runny nose from all of the anxiety.

Today wasn’t unlike others. It just took a certain rendezvous turn of events and Y/N never thought she could be this silly ‐-- she grumped that she wouldn’t get out of her comfy clothes and let it be, even though how much Doria and Nica pested her about dressing up into something she’d feel cloying in afterwards – she remained stubborn. Now, she feels like an utterly mim shifting her weight from one footing to another at the dark crimson lit staircase of some quite club down the long alley as her friends ushers her with loud obnoxious chants in her encouragement.

Would they even let her in? Because all she could stare at in pique amusement is ladies and men coming out of it wearing something way out of her league.

Could sniff their expensive fragrances and perfumes, from a formal distance.

She bites the tip of her tongue from gasping out loud when her overwrought glance struck at the sign under a mellow flickering bulb.

A fucking sex club.

She totters towards her friends like a galloping bunny and breaks the perfect queue of people getting called a nutter, crackling annoying lady in return just for the sake of trying to stop them from buying the tickets and groans inwardly when they did already, staring at eachother with smirk ridden faces, “Tell me you did not.” She whisper-huffs and they wave three tickets in front of her like a victory flag with proud grins.

“It’s too expensive, Nics! I don’t have enough money to pay y'back – ‘n what we’re g’na do inside? Watch people rip eachother’s skin off to their feet?” The fact is she has never been to a sex club in her entire life and just a mere idea of stepping inside a place where people are more experienced than her doing stuff she has only watched in porn creeps her out.

“Trust me it’s not like that, and bout these tickets —-,” She tucks the bottle of cherry vodka under her armpit and grabs her hand, “Honey, you see ... Alec here, he’s letting us in without any passes.” Big fat bummer for Y/N that now she has zero excuses to fish out of here.

“Y/N, look at me. I promise you if it gets even a bit uncomfortable for you we’ll be out.” She holds her pinky out to token her promise into sincerity and Y/N’s mind wrecks havoc for a little decision till the smol devil with tiny horns butters her up to such an extent she slips into his antics.

“’kay then —- but two drinks in and we’re out.” She warns them and they bob their heads excitedly in agreement, slinging their arms on either side of her shoulder in a buddy way and hip-checks her giggling at the top of their lungs.

To her surprise it was nothing she presumed from her wild imaginations, the room was spacious and effulgence of light causing a sparkle against the rims of champagne flutes in people’s hands, ciggys on the tips of their fingers. Nobody’s trying to shred eachother’s clothes and eating another’s lips of their faces instead it’s a hushed wave of small talks then they head to whatever they like to. She was super impressed when the bouncer at the doors asked them definition of consent and didn’t let the guys inside who stammered like pathetic willies.

She has to squint for her friends that’re camouflaged into the crowd of everyone wearing something black, most of it on an edgy and coquettish end to give a hardcore nudge to their flirting skills.

She sips onto her virgin fruity drink not risking to be flat faced in the morning, along with avoiding to get horny and end up doing activities they all came for. Rumbles her lips, splays her arms on top of the crystal counter, staring the bartender making different pretty drinks with owlish eyes and does everything in her will to pass her time while rejecting any potential seeker offering her a good fuck.

The tips of her ears perks up attentively to the low voluptuous croon, the hum whirling out deep within the chest and it halts into a silver of cackle downing into soft giggles and Y/N glances up hastily towards the bartender who’s laughing too — then her bemusing gaze melts at the man who downright dropped from burning of hells and paradise; she can’t pinpoint certainly.

The whip of his crystal rubies, cinnamon and citrus-orange cologne hot under her nostrils.

She sneaks her glance to floor and he's wearing black heel boots shining brighter than her future —-- whatever it’s, this man’s fashion sense is very chichi and something that screams he invested his money and heart into it.

She wets the roof of her mouth gulping visibly. He brushes the belly of his nose with one of his heavily decorated finger then runs those through his chestnut of curls suntanned and slicked back, hickory like falling against the arch of his brow and he just pushes it back smoothly. If it wouldn’t be for her sober state she’d have thought someone placed a Greek statue besides her.

He gauges her stare and turns to confront her. His very instinct was to quirk his perky glossy lips into a smirk, lean his elbow and tangle his ankles as his usual ‘approaching someone’ ritual of first phase of flirting instead his body’s reacting it’s own way and his nose scrunches up in an aroha at the adorable sight of this girl three steps away from him even threw himself off guard.

Her face bare of any residue, soft and plush with cheeks heating up from getting caught. His eyes darts from her stained lips to the doodles on her ocean blue hoodie that’s almost swallowing her whole, “Didn’t know avocados got feet ‘n humongous-ly googly eyes.” He smiles up at her and when those --- those mother fucking eyes flickers to lock with hers it pinches a hiccup in her throat when he steps into the light.

Viridescent pools of olive marbles that glimmer so alluringly she looks down to grip at the fabric of her hoodie nodding even though whatever he said flew over head.

He waits patiently for her to speak and hopes she didn’t find him offensive as all she did for some seconds was watch him with doe curious peepers, clutching the paws of her hoodie, chewing onto her bottom pinkish lip that Harry could figure she’s been biting it for a bit now.

“Yeah. Uhm...oh — oh, yeah!” She chuckles nervously and he senses it trying to lighten up the thick sexual tension that he never experienced this vividly with anyone else before.

“’N here I used ta’ wonde’ why my avocados were always missing from m'salad, they’ve been runnin' away this whole time. Dammit!” He grunts through his nose comically and punches the air with a gurgling noise that makes Y/N giggle for the first time.

Is it possible to fall in love with just someone’s melodious giggles? Harry’s already whipped. Extra topped on fluffy waffle and all with gooey stuff.

“Yup, you should file a report.” She tucks her lower lip to stop a grin from fluttering on her features.

“Harry Styles.” He forwards his hand and she gently slips hers against his warm calloused palm, she’s so squish-able. Harry could keep her hands at the back of his neck for hours feeling them tickles his baby curls and scrap at his skin.

If there would be poles in the room she’d have thought he’s summat a punk stripper. With that pastel green boa wrapped around his veiny neck and that leather suit hugging him in all the right places – she notices it now. The nakedness under the flocculent black jacket, the tattoos gospeling on his skin making a permanent memory in the pocket of her mind. His toned pectorals and abs making Y/N realize how much of a lazy person she’s, in conclusion this Harry Styles man is beautiful in every way.

“Y/N.” She says timidly keeping her eyes at the set of his banana and green cross necklace matted within his subtle chest hair. Not able to get over the fact he’s wearing nothing but a moth on his belly beneath this suit. To be honest, he’s intimidating her in a way she feels her limbs jittery and ready to melt into something.

He takes a deep breather, brows rising up and pupils guppy then relaxes back into his normal state (he doesn’t want to show her how much she’s flustering him just by standing there) turns back to demand another dragon fruit drink for her and a scotch with rocks for him all with his quick gesture of sexy fingers while he speaks eyeing her playfully, “S' who dragged y'here?” There gotta be someone because he thinks she doesn’t belong here but to silk bedding, spring and snow smelling candles, peonies and tulips, to be lovingly and unconditionally kissed all over her sweet spots.

She sighs shrugging her shoulders, “I like it, here –– don’t wanna blame my friends then would be a hypocrite wouldn’t I?” She pouts making him grip the counter tightly, his ego boasts at her statement and he smirks – cheeks denting in as he does.

She blinks up at him surprised when he hands her the drink, “Thank you.” She murmurs sweetly and his lips moulds around the rim of his glass into a pleased smile. Harry scrutinises her fumbling with the strings of her hoodie, tapping her worn out hot-pink converse against the floor and the little anxious smiles she passes him every then so he attempts to make her feel comfortable.

“D'ya w'na hear a joke, Y/N?” He asks and when she encourages him with an enthusiastic, “Yep.” At that moment he knew she isn’t being like this because of him but the people around them.

“Okie then, Why did the mother clam scold her children?” His cheeky grin doesn’t flatter away and he hums nonchalantly when she tapped her chin only to shake her head in defeat, “Dunno why?” Her mouth opening up into an anticipating wide smile and it tickles Harry’s sides warmly.

He giggles at first, “Cause’ they were being shellfish!” He initiates a dramatic gasp and doesn’t expect her to laugh but —- her head falls back on her shoulder, glossy hair bouncing and eyes crinkling when she spurts into giggles. A hand on her tummy to keep her clumsy self from falling and Harry chews onto his tainted lip, parting away around an inhale of breath when her hand came pressing to his knee.

How fucking cute she could get.

“Thought it was terrible,” He grimaces but she denies coughing into her elbow to clear her throat, “No! It was actually really funny.” She saturates the distance between them fingertips brushing his fleshy knuckles and good god the innocence in her eyes could be Harry’s death.

“D'you got more in your pocket?” He tilts his chin to trace the star-y freckles on her skin and it feels like he left his lil devil at home, instead a peacefully smiling angel is telling him to do nothing but sit and admire her beauty.

“The night could end.” His whisper sweltering and she bobs her head, eyes squinted close, “Who cares?” Then their faces beam with careless never-ending smiles.

Y/N's fucked.

In a beautiful way.

That her friends watching her being mesmerized by a man (who walked into the room and it went silent for a couple seconds), leaves her to be it.

..

10 terrible jokes, only 1 alcoholic drink, 30 minutes of laughter and Y/N was out like a high flying kite. She didn’t care before hiking her bum up on the edge of the counter and wiggles her fingers in Harry’s direction for him to hold onto her and glide her infront of where he’s seated, she’s astound that the bartender didn’t complain about her.

She has her legs dangling on either side of Harry’s meaty thighs trapped inside the sticky leather trousers. His chin’s resting snuggly atop her soft cushiony thigh and he pouts albeit grumpyly gripping her ankles to stop her from moving them, “Are you usually thisss cuddly or is it the inebriation kickin' in?” She chuckles, cradling his face in her palms –- running her thumb at the brush of stubble along his steel-cut jaw.

Although, Harry loves being manhandled from the fact his mates are quite rough in their affection conveying and the people he bed with are more onto the dark side of pleasures —— so he’s loving whatever this is. Actually basking in the honey dripping of her talk and her soft touches as if he’s swarovski gemstone that’d break into tiny tiny pieces on her harshness, he’s awed how sweet of a talker she’s

“Nope. Just you.” He drawls mumbishly, cheeks rosy and irises swimming in glassiness. Not once someone approached them knowing the couple's too engulfed in their own sunny bubble and his lips ticks up slyly when she laughs ever so loud – Harry feels her belly rumbling against his cheek.

Her faces splashes with peachiness, giggles dimming and her thumb twitches that's hooked under Harry’s ear letting her know she’s present and that’s he’s real – with the mere sensations of his metal earing touching her skin every now and then.

Her lungs flowers into million of buds when his striking pretty eyes stayed glued on her for a proper admiration and she ducks down a little, nose silhouetting his hairline. She feels his pulse race under her thumb with each eskimo kisses she gives him, “Kiss you?” She whispers and he grabs her by the nape of her neck lifting his chin to hover his heart-shaped poofy lips over hers in a tantalising desire to pull her down on his lap and taste her mouth for a longing.

“Hell yes,” He mutters with hoarseness smearing his lips against her parted ones and stands up to flush her closer to his chest, “Fuck pet. Y'got the sweetest mouth.” She whines sliding her elbow around his brawny shoulders and rakes her knee under his jacket gasping when he digs his fingers into her skin. Any other sound snowballs into a mist and all he could get is hot and utterly-fucked over her saccharine noises —- she squeaks almost falling on the other side of bar-top but his steady palm pudged into her back dimples protects her from the trip.

Teeth clanking from not being able to control their silly giggles he pecks her, not once but twice and she blushes when he grabs her from hips setting her down gently “C’mere ... let’s go sm'where cosy.” His bicep bulges as he keeps her intact to his chest with it around her collarbones.

They walk downstairs the basement and she spins in his arms clutching his lapels to reach to his lips, peppering kisses to his throat in her journey and he hugs her waist pinning her to the nearest wall. Getting all mushy from the fact their height differences are adorable that if they'd cuddle she could jet-pack him nicely, “You’re so tiny it aches me heart, moppet.” He traps her with his crotch pressed to her tummy and her grunty huff wavers into a breathy pathetic gasp. She hooks her fingers into the hem of his trousers making him choke onto his own spit, she jerks him down towards her.

Her pupils glint mischievously smirking up at him coyly, “s’fuckin’ wicked Babe.” He murmurs deeply against her lips kissing them wetly and manoeuvres his hand in her hair to grip at them earning a feeble whimper in return, nibbles at the plushness of bottom one. He dips his tongue inside her mouth stroking it against hers and paints his spit into the inside of her cheeks ribaldly. His cock steering from her impact and it soars his veins to get a grip on his sanity.

She squeals hiding herself into his side when some couple came leaning against the railing, the crimson lights making Y/N feel jumbly and hard to configure the faces of next person but she notices Harry’s body turning taut. Covering her in shielding way. His expressions stoic and his lips thinning when the women steps forward and brushes his fingers up at his torso in an seductive manner.

“Can we join.” She asks turning to look at Y/N with same lust ridden eyes. Y/N shies away further more from the severe gazes of both the man and woman so Harry cuddles her up into him kissing her rose smelling hair and keeps his lips there, for a moment making them wait on his answer.

“Can we?”

His expressions flattens unimpressed, “No.” He dismisses them bringing his attention back to Y/N, but they lurk there.

“Now, C’mon Styles. Y'got a pretty birdie doesn’t mean you could act all selfish. Sharing is caring.” That women says grazing her blunt nail up Y/N's arm.

Harry smacks it away rolling his eyes brutally appearing done with them, “I said no Marie,” He kisses his teeth taking a step forward towering her.

“Was just annoying you – dimwit.” Y/N slumps into him taking a huge sigh of relief getting to know they’re just his friends. “Fuck off.” He blows them off and they chuckle equally shoving a middle finger to his chest.

Call him a selfish prick but he wants Y/N all to himself – her pretty moans and whimpers for him only.

“Sorry bout them.” He wools his digits in each of her gaps and tugs her to peck her, she grabs his jaw pinching his chin to keep him there for a lasting kiss, “’s kay. I didn’t mind.” Why should she mind. She’s just so understanding and easy to have things —-- so sweet turning Harry into a pink puddle of candy.

She keeps toddling behind him like a lost puppy. Her mouth falls guppy and a baffling gasp of surprise suffocates in her throat at the sight of partners and strangers bonding, having sex openly, some of them watching and masturbating.

She couldn’t even blink and she just hope she doesn’t find Nica or Dori somewhere here strapped to something very bizarre, dressed in some foreplay costumes wasted their asses off because she wouldn’t be able to unseen it.

Her neck snaps to the loud sound of whiplash and she squeaks face soaring up into heat at the view of someone tied to a bench and being spanked. She hugs Harry’s arms diverting her eyes away..

Harry watches her getting queasy, palms getting clammy and fidgety clamped into his's.

“Y'okay there, love?” He inquires benevolently and positions her infront of him – safe in his embrace, “It just feels so wrong to watch without permission...” She tells him and he shakes his head chuckling.

“Pet when they stepped inside they wanted everyone to watch – ‘s okay if you’re uncomfortable,” His face nuzzles into the crook of her neck and she rubs her nose to side of his temple affably.

She really doesn’t want him to think of her as someone prudish and boring, but how much she tries she’s unable to.

He pushes her against the door of one of the rooms lined up in the corridor with his hand flat against her mid-riff and tips her chin to meet her mouth at the point where their steamy fruity smelling breaths mingle, the sloppy and skanky noise of their spit glistening lips caressing eachother resonates into the empty corridor. He fumbles with the door knob and stumbles them inside.

Her hands glide up from his happy trail towards his pecs and she’s just so warm —-- and attentive it’s doing nothing but growing his dick rapidly in his trousers, “Man-boobies.” She quips looking up at him with glinting playful eyes and he takes her by waist bunching her hoodie in doing so.

“You’re one naughty little thing, aren’t ya.” He smothers her in kisses and she giggles chasing for his lips, grumps when he draws back equally teasingly gaze flickering to see her disturbed action.

Such a cutie. Harry wants to have her in every way —-- in all the positions she could be begging for him not to stop and drive in harder.

“Oh baby,” He muses. “Cute, Innit? You want my kisses.” He imitates her pout and she nods — brows furrowed and nose twitchy. He hook his thumb against her bottom pink lip and nips at the softest skin on her jaw, “C'mon.” She bites at his thumb and he squeaks then grunts adjusting his trousers to ease the throb between his legs.

“Feisty baby,” Then he gives in, presses his lips against hers in one searing kiss that rattles through his bones sliding his tongue again into her mouth to taste her for the infinite time now —- he's becoming insatiable.

His hips stutter into her when she deepens the kiss with a tug to his curls and it tumbles them into sheets, “Have you ever done this before?” He rasps out pushing her hoodie up and let her warmth cocoon him.

He glides on his knees, patching moist pecks down her belly and she perches on her elbows head lulling on her side eyes rolling back when he nips at her skin around her navel, “The sex part?” Her heavy breath turns into a lick then into a small moan when he kisses her where she’s dripping for him soaking her shorts shamelessly.

“No Petal. The exploration of your hidden kinks, your deepest darkest desires,” Harry might nut in his trousers when she cages his head between her fleshy soft thighs and slips both of her hands into his sweaty curls to keep him there, arching her spine gracefully. He brings her back with the snap of her short's hem and she whines making grabby hands at him.

“Have ya?” He burrows a frown – lips perked as he speaks in concerning manner.

“I want to if that’s okay.” She says sheepishly clutching his shoulders and he comes back on top of her, tucking a strand of loose hair behind, “More than okay moppet – there’s nothing to be ashamed of, atleast with me.” She giggles doviely when he pecks her nose then trails more fond ones down her chin.

“Whatever you like.” He tells her and she asks him with the most doey innocent eyes – a perfect reason to do the most sinful things.

“I’d like to suck you.” He whines groggily at that lifting her up to pull her hoodie and loose bra atop her head, throwing it aside on the chair. Leaves kisses from her shoulder blade down her breasts and his fingers shivers before palming them to perk her already sensitive nipples, “Baby what’s the secret of your softness –– could snuggle you with my prick deep inside y'fo' hours, maybe fuck yer tits how does that sound.”

“These walls are quite thick s'we could be as loud as we want –-- lemme hear y'pet.”

“Yes, yes, yes.” She whimpers clamping her thighs shut. Knees up and paws at his hips pouting sulkyly at him, “Shh. Shh. Get rid of it bunny doesn’t suit y'at all, can have my cock all you want. C’mere.” He pets her cheek then shimmies his trousers down pulling out his leaking cock, veins bunching at his thick base and he has a sexy trim of pubic hair that Y/N wants to nuzzle her nose in while swallowing him sloppily.

“You’ve got such a pretty cock, Harry.” And it’s all over from him there, the sheer glee in her voice as if he’s her favourite delights. She puts no effort to octave her tone to seductiveness and that’s what makes his soft balls heavy with load. His cock lurches at the compliment ready to experience one of the warmest loveliest blowie of his life and he grins when she slips her feet out of her converse and reveals her socksies with kittens on it.

When he was about to take the boa away she scooches her bum up to where he’s standing on his knees on the mattress and stops him -- caressing her face up and down his tummy, “Don’t. Like it.” He groans at that and his stomach twists into ropes when she takes his heavy cock in her warm hands and lick his pre-come from the bulbous crown smearing her lips down his slit.

He’s been with many girls and boys but he could proudly admit that this’s one of the warmest and sloppiest blowie he's getting ever so far —- neither she’s pretending to be some skilful sorceress but she strokes him on her tongue like it’s the most precious task she has to complete.

“Fuck. Baby girl, takin' me s' good.” His hand falls in her hair, and instead of combing his fingers through, tangles into them and he'd scratch at her head, a moan vibrates through her mouth that stiffens his balls driving him into a cursing mess, “What’s it doll?” He asks gently when she pinches his bare thigh and paws at his hip tugging them forward. Then realization hits him and he splits his fingers wide against her jaw sliding deeper.

“Wan' me to fuck ye' mouth, hmm? Like this?” She hums and caresses his heavy balls held in her hand, he tilts her face and fucks his cock shallowly in her lips.

He strokes a thumb over the bump forming on her cheek with his each long nudge to it, “My cock's too big fo’ ye tiny mouth, innit?” He twitches when she drools around him and looks up at him with big innocent eyes – then blinks up at him so a smile tugs at his lips as he throws his head back and tips his chin towards the ceiling with closed pleasure driven eyelids.

He's rounding closer to nutting off and he was ready to warn her but she pulls him out with his own cum coated kisses, “Want you to ride my face.” Her words hesitant at first feeble in mumbles and he spurts out a grunty-whimper.

“Proper gaggin' for it baby – want my prick in all of your holes. G'na make you keep it warm but before that tell me pet what’s your colour?” He lays her tenderly on the bed and makes sure she hasn’t slipped too far away from him, a bit afraid he’ll crush her under his weight. Slips his hand under her shorts to feel her through and praises her coating his fingers in her wetness, spreading it between her puffy lips, “’S warm and sticky fo' me Petal, ye' pussy is all weepy for my cock to use.” He thumps the thickness of his cock in erotic rhythm against her damp soaky cunt. He teases her swollen pulsating bundle of nerves to distract her from her previous want but she whines huffy-ly grappling for his shoulders.

“Y're supposed t'a ride me face.” She pulls him down to suck on his lip and her pussy lips flutter then clamps around his digits, Harry didn’t expect her to be this touchy-feely —- wanting Harry not even a thread like distance away from her and to have him and his cum any possible way she could, “Your colour sweet baby.” He plants soft kisses down the dip of her clavicles when she stretches her neck for him to love her and moans breathily, “Green please.”

“Good girl.” He grins smacking a kiss to her cheek.

He hisses. Teeth grinding together to keep him steady hearing her needy and grubby whines when he moves upwards towards where she has her head buried into fluff of pillows, the leaking tip of his cock leaves a wet-y trail of her own spit and his white moisturiser behind her torso that’s out-stretched from the bursting emotions inside her.

She had never been this horny, whiny and over-all needy with anyone before.

“Could cherish this view fo' forever, bunny. Bein' such a polite girl fo' me.” He straddles her tits –-- knees folded on either side of her temple and pumps his cock creaming her lips with the stickiness. She has her eyes awfully glossy with lust floating in creaky boats inside and she feels the dire urge to just poke her tongue out to dip it in his frenulum and suck at it nice and smooth, “Want it.” She gropes his arse and rakes her barely grown nails down his hips. Goosebumps prickles at his skin from the littlest of her demands.

How could she not. When he’s looking this delicious and kissable.

“Now, don’t be greedy doll. Would take y'no where.” Her moans wounded and whimpish. Her tit jiggles when Harry slaps it ever gently to test the waters and tweaks her nipples, his cock nudges against her lips filthy spreading his wetness all down her cheeks.

“There y'go. Take it all baby --- yeah just like that, fuck nursing me s'good.” He finally let’s her wrap her mouth around him. He grabs the head of the bed tightly, the veins on his throat popping up gracefully and his muscles tenses up once sliding inside her warm squishy mouth. Her moans pretty and pleady for him (from getting laid with so many people he knows who’s faking it) and her gagging, suckling, nursing noises drives him into a state of frenzy.

She’s devoted to sucking him off like her life depends on it – that it was the best way to spend her Friday night instead of watching Brooklyn Nine Nine while intoxicating her system with chocolate bars to fill in the void of cuddles.

He grabs her hair, rubbing his prick on her tongue and pulls out to ease deeper till her throat chokes around it, when she slacks around him exhaling through her nostrils --- drool along with his small spurts of orgasms he had before tricks from the corner of her mouth.

“Don’t exhaust yourself, pet. ‘M not done with ye' yet.” He collects it wrapping his hand around his fat base jerking himself from where she couldn’t fit it in her mouth and her eyes strikes at the back of her skull like a thunder from watching an obscene intensely dirty scene unfold over her —--- his balls thwacks against her chin with each push faster.

When he’s out for a mere second that his tip is nestled between her cushiony lips she murmurs around it –--- so sweetly Harry had to recoup himself to ejaculate on her face, “Can I swallow your cum?” She blinks away the glossiness and caresses his tiger tattoo, “Will it be okay?” Why does she have to make his heart bleed so much.

“If you’re okay with it, moppet. ‘cos I cum alot. Look at me throbbin’ fo' you.” He decks down to kiss her cheek and she murmurs against his sheened skin, “Good – then stuff me mouth, with your cum please.” He pushes it back into her mouth now slowly and salaciously ---- rolling his hips tantalisingly with broken whimpers.

Growlish moans bolts through the room loudly when she grabs his love-handles and makes him sit on her face until she’s all bashful rosy cheeks, sucking him and licking him dry as his head lolls at his shoulder from coming hard. Hips stuttering. His jugular vein pulses rapidly and his chest flushes with sweat, he avoids from clamping his thighs around her head and leans his weight against the headboard of bed to not to crush her under his heaviness.

He was right that he cums alot. Even when he pulled out his cock kept gushing white thick ribbons on her chest and her belly.

She told him it’s her first time doing something this graphic and verbose so he makes sure to shower her in infinite praises, “Did s'good bunny. You feel s'lovely. How ‘bout we reward you with somethin’ thrilling.” He pecks her, and keeps on smearing little pecks in between his words.

When her gaze remains flickering from his blown away irises to his boa, he sucks the inside of his cheek and smirks; un-furls it from his neck.

She emits an elongated gladdening whine feeling the fluffy material wrap around her wrists – tightening with a knot and his grunt.

“Wrists okay, baby?” He inquires looking at it from where he has the boa tied to the back of bed and she creates a puny noise, tries to hump his thigh and chase for his kisses, “Words Y/N.” The fall in his tone to grimness and sternness electrifies a shiver down her toes.

“Yes.” She squeaks. He tastes himself on her nipples first and blows at them to warm her, taking pride in listening her wails and moans for more.

Gets rid of her flimsy shorts and admires her pussy. It’s just so pretty. Not in a everything, little tight and pinkish pretty – instead it’s runny with her thick juices caused from arousal of their lewd activities moments ago. In a way he wants to lick into her and poke his tongue to tickle her walls to rile her up into a hot sexy mess till she grabs his head and pushes him down with force to tongue fuck her.

She’s messily wet, it’s trickling down her bum and her pussylips clench around nothing as Harry peppers soft kisses to the insides of her fleshy cushiony thighs, his fingers clawing into her puddling of skin, “Oh bunny you’re all drippy fo'me. Bet, it’s real achy moppet.” She pants humidly bolting shut her eyes as Harry mumbles against her mound – feathering the tip of his tongue to edge her. He kisses her clit chastely and between her pussy lips with wet loving mouth making slobby obscene noises whirl around them, flickers her throbbing clit with the tip of his nose which elicits careless stifled whines from her.

She bucks her hips fussily —- tugging her wrists forward that the whole bed creaks burning Harry’s pit with fire and his eyes darken, “Behave little one .. else ‘m here ‘n y'are here —-- will touch myself with the sight of you all creamy between ye'legs and wouldn’t let you cum, now that’d be rude of me doll.” He grunts, suckling her glistening folds into his mouth and parts away with a pop smudging her gooey sweetness to coat her clity again with it.

He hunches on his feet. Spreads her thighs wider apart with his large calloused palms and lands a light slap that makes her all grabby hands, pouty plushy mouth and stretchy body in enchanting angle that seems like an eroticism exorcist scene, “Look at me when ‘m talking to you.” But, all she could babble in her soft voice's his name and tiny pleas.

He hovers above her. One hand rummaging through the drawer of night stand, “Your colour sweet buns?” He smiles at the rosiness of hers, the pearl like sheen that makes her appear more beautiful than she’s and she blinks the tears away whispering a little, “Green.” Albeit, her insides are all chaotic staring at the small bullet vibrator in his hand.

“G'na start with less intense settings, see how much y'could bare and if it’s uncomfy stop me, yeah?.” He mutters. She bobs her head. Tries to cramp her legs around his hips yearning and anticipating for him to use it on her but he tuts —-- gropes the back of her thigh and presses it to mattress in a position his dick stays snug in between her slick pussylips.

Her breath shudders against his lips when he rings it around her pebbled areola sending manifold vibrations to her centre and crumbles her in the best way possible.

She squeals leaking profusely onto sheets, “Harry...” Lulls her neck to side to give him access to patch huey love bites.

“Yes, baby.” He's attentive to her little quips and sighs. All she does is ramble for something, she’s herself unaware of ‐--- she has never been teased, never knew what it felt like having the person looking this fuckable infront of you but you’re unable to have them inside you.

She fists her hands and he watches for her intricate expressions getting hard from just their vivid changes as he accustomed her to the sensations by gently rubbing it on her clitoris and his own pre-cum oozes and drips at her entrance, “G'na open you up s'good pet --- so so fuckable, yer tight pussy would swallow me greedily and be all weepy.” He groans hoarsely in her ear slipping the furiously vibrating bullet inside her and plucks his own fingers out.

Nothing comes out of her mouth at first but a pattern of pleasing rumbling vibrations against her g-spot sends her into a trembling state of wildness.

Harry sits back and watches. Mesmerized that she’s all squirmy, shaky legs, wobbly swollen lips, vulnerable and honey dribbling mess tied under him. He doesn’t know if she’s aware of the fact that she’s a natural submissive and a cute one cherry on the top.

“Aha –-- ah, fuck, fuck Ah! Harry! H –- Har .... oh my...” She thrashes on the bed, toes curling and feet rubbing up and down with the pleasuring jolts shooting up her tummy, Wabbly sobs fuse into highly explicit shameless moans with eyes rolling back.

She perches up with a weak effort to look down at herself and the action makes Harry moan scruffily. Picking up on her nature within few hours and realises she wants to be held while coming so he kisses her knees then travels up --- slides his strong forearm under her shoulders when she arches her back, “Please, please, plea —--” She doesn’t know what she’s begging for as Harry gazes her with pure fond doting soft kisses on all her face and non stop pecking her while playing with her sweet lil bud.

Brings her closer to his chest and squeezes her amiably, “Shh. Shhh baby. Hmm feels good petal, right? Wanted to please you this much –-- now you’ll be a good babygirl and cum fo’ me, then on me prick after that.” His words unwavering. He toys with her cunt and rests his face into the crook of her neck wrecking her with his dirty talk, lapping at her sweat to tickle her.

“I’m cumming!” She digs her nails in his back and he grinds his hips against her to subside the throb of his cock that’s hardening furiously against her pussy. Her mouth falls apart around silent moans, tear falling down her cheek. Her whole body jerks time to time as the bullet still remains inside her making her all mushy and sensitive.

She doesn’t knows what to do feeling a sparkly tune ringing in her hot ears and see stars behind her eyelids, so she unwinds her arms from around him and flumps into sheets but he keeps on holding onto her coaxing her high, “That’s it moppet. Good baby.” He kisses her and sips onto her whiney moans when he takes the bullet out all slippery and coated in her cum.

Giggles when couldn’t switch it off and throws it away then regards all his attention back to the sweet girl under him, looking like she just bathed in springs of paradise and stepped out all with dewy skin, plum lips, glossy teary eyes for him.

He could swap many men and women for her.

“Water?” He asks brushing her damp hair away from her forehead and she denies babbling --- trying to cradle his face in her palms, “You. Want you.” He stifles down a narcissistic moan fumbling with the boa around her wrists wanting to be embraced and cradled by her as much as she wants.

She clings to him once free. Keeping him close with her feet pressed into his back cupping his neck to scatter kisses to the corners of his lips, cheeks, down his jaw and withers away from underneath him, pushes him down to sheets scooting between his splayed knees and pelts kisses up where he’s stiffening hard again from her ministrations of her cherry lips.

He gives out a wounded cry when she squished and smothered his love-handles with delicate smooches, caressing her cheek against his ferns tat, “Your love-handles so squishy.” She giggles and her breaths dries the crown of his dick --- a complete fucking torture for him. Before, she could latch her mouth on him he coils his elbows under her armpits raises her like a cub and onto his lap.

“Baby w'na be inside you.” He pants grabbing her chin. “Just wanna please you till y’forget your own name.” Then it falls around her throat not putting any pressure. Lips thinned. He watches her closely shattering and nurturing up into million pieces --- legs trembling as Harry lubes her entrance slick with the head of his prick —-- nuzzles it merely inside her then thumps it up to tease her.

“Please, ‘m ready.” Their noses knocks against eachother’s as she holds onto his shoulders where small crescents are guaranteed, the desperation in her whimpers makes him want to shove himself up into her and fuck her till they’re satiated with multiple orgasms.

He holds her wrists tightly against his torso and pulls her down to kiss her ardently --- their carnal moans melts into eachother’s mouth as he burrows himself slowly inside her.

“Fuck, if you keep makin' those noises doll dunno I'd be able to hold back from fuckin’ ye raw.” He gropes her ass cheeks, separates them and eases her down filling her to brim —- his balls snug against her bum, “Yes, yes, yes –-- m-ore, more!” She squeaks rolling her hips. He smirks smugly resting back into pillows and leaves her wrists.

“Come on, take it all on your own like a good little pet.” He grits toes curling at each stroke of her spongey walls slopping down till his thick shaft and massages her breasts while she bounces on his cock. Sticky strings of their cums bowing and breaking with each raise of her hip.

Breathy giggles emits from her as Harry's fingertips rustles to her sides and tummy feeling himself nudge it. Tries to push the heel of his palm against the bump of his cock but she thinks of otherwise squirming and squeezing around him, “My bunny's ticklish is that so?” He gives a crooked grin –-- dimples so deep and his cockiness flatters when she clamps unbearably tight around his prick.

His slips his hand down where there thighs are slapping against eachother and pinches her clitoris –-- thumbing at it in a way it drags her closer to her fall.

“C’mon bunny cum over my cock, want it s'bad.” He groans nipping at her jaw. Gripping at the sides of her throat ever so light that her cries are choke-y and she feels clouds washing upon her, limbs relaxed and niffy, her motions deliberating as she feels herself float into pastel depths of submerging pleasure.

Harry howls a moan as she completely surrenders herself to him – mumbling in the tiniest voice, “Yes Daddy.” his already glassy pupils blows away experiencing a new high. He halts .. hands dropping by her sides out of shock and he stares her for a moment before grabbing her by hips and pummels his cock inside her. She cums around him hard, waves upon waves making her feel amazingly stuffed and instead of putting a stop to it she gets hornier – crazily insatiable.

He pushes her roughly into the mattress and her outer-thigh against her chest to fuck her deeply. That his cock could rub, poke and caress all the right spots inside her.

“Who’s your, daddy?” He asks. She sinks deeper onto his cock when he spanks her bum leaving a sore print.

“You daddy – you!!”

“Louder.” He growls thrusting faster making the bed frame shake and grips down her fleshy thigh in place as it quacks violently, “’M –- ‘m'gonna ... daddy – I —--” She sobs doing anything in her will to stop the engulfing feeling of getting to come drown her.

“No you’re not. Cum and I’ll pull out, get myself off with your wet cunt leaving you squirm fo' the warmth of my cock.” He grunts biting down a moan with each brutal thrust collecting a tingling fluid in his belly and sucks her earlobe, grinding his pelvis against her for clitoral stimulation.

He keeps his forehead in touch to hers growing fowlishly, "You –– was cravin' this, huh? Fo' daddy to be all tentative and rough to you ... bend your petite body like a doll 'n fuck yer cunt."

When her rambles of hazy yesyesyes whooshes around Harry slaps her arse for a sting fo course through her veins and she clenches around his member.

“Where d'ya want my cum bunny? On ye tummy or on this cute lil bum of yours.” He squeezes and massages it. Jerking inside her with his own orgasm nearing and almost lost it when she cants her hips harshly to meet his thrusts, “Inside my pussy – please?” She whines needily. His cock twitches twice then soaks in her warm cum and her walls milks him deeper tippling him into a state of bliss.

His moans rousy and broken as his spunk shoots deep within her sticking to her pulsating pussy walls. He pumps it back inside her hole picking some of it on his digits and demands her still driving non-stop inside her – his cock not seeming to soften up even after fucking it rough.

“Open your mouth.” She obliges and sticks her tongue out, “Don’t let go any of it waste.” He rubs his fingers on her pink tongue and glides them down her throat making her gag around his long digits.

She purrs, if Harry isn’t mistaken and that makes him run his cock harder inside her. He tuts feigning amusement, “Such a devil hidden behind this innocence —- proper filthy aren’t ya?” Hips slamming pornographically and lips just a mushy pudding of kisses.

He fills her to brim with his seed and makes her squirt around him with the penetration of dick this time and no other stimulation.

His stomach twists into ropes making him buck up and his forehead smushes into the dip of her neck as she creampies around him with their cums spurting out in quenching vulgar noises, dribbling down her slit and splotching the sheets, “Fuck babygirl .... you feel so good.” He murmurs against her shoulder pecking it and nuzzles his nose to tickle her baby hair.

He shushes her withdrawing out of her gently and his cum pours out of her in a thick gush. Adores that she’s blissed to seams, gazing up at him with dove big sparkly eyes and croons herself into his palm as he coos at her in the softest voice he has ever used with anyone, “Y'did so amazing, Petal. Daddy’s over the moon t'ave you in his arms.” Harry’s not ashamed of being vocal. Even when he’s sub many times he choose to tell the other person involved; what he likes and dislikes. But, with Y/N maybe no-one ever encouraged her to ask what she wants and it’s making him real angry that she isn’t getting the lovin’ she deserves.

She hugs him – eyes droopy and mouth falling apart around small snores. He chuckles. Froggies galloping in his belly and butterflies in his chest as he pats her cheek softly.

“Now, don’t go all sleepy on me pretty girl.” He smauches lil pecks under her chin and she whines cuddling up into him, “Couldn’t let you go to sleep all sticky, bab, could I?” He coos. Picks her up gently and fists the bed-sheet under her to get rid of them since they’ve got real dirty, lays her back shushing her complains of him crawling away from her.

Takes the baby-wipe bags from the drawers (he always keeps them there to clean himself –-- incase the other party leaves and he doesn’t, and that they smell nice) rubs them in between his palms to warm them and caresses her thigh to acknowledge her.

“Mphmp.” She whimpers dulcetly when he cups her to swipe her clean but she tries to hump his hand, “No, no bunny you needa break -- you’re so sensitive right now, next time.” He promises her and maybe there’s no next time but he doesn’t regret one bit of what he said.

She nods with a pout gazing him with tired sleepy hooded eyes and he giggles at that, mimicking her pout with the knit of his brows and throws the dirty wipes into bin.

Wishing if they’d have been at his home they’d be able to take a warm bubbling vanilla bath, full of jojoba oil and shea butter lather.

“I’ave a blanket in the cupboard if yer cold.” He tells her. Bunching her hoodie in his hands and pushes the crew-neck down her head – takes her hair out and kisses her temple when she yawns snuggling like a kitten into him, “You’re such a goo' warmer ... sleep.” She speaks sluggishly.

“G'night moppet.” He grins embracing her tightly in his arms and she worms up his torso, cheek smashed against his bicep, “Night .. H —-“

..

She wakes up with a groan unable to feel her limbs. Void of the warmth that was blanketing her last night and she buries herself into pillows – whining, ready to fuss and cuss herself ending into a crying session but a huge lazy smile flutters on her morning plum beautiful face when she looks over and finds Harry sitting on the loveseat wearing a white t-shirt and grey sweatpants.

Repulsive of his last night image, his curls bouncy and shiny instead of how they were matted back last night – a bit of cat liner he had on the edges of his eyelids now smudgy, his face baby like and soft.

He just look so snuggly.

Smelling very honeyed and she thinks if he changed his perfume in the morning? Last night, he smelt sexy and sense blowing now he just smells sweet.

Fresh apple juice, granola bars, dried-fruit snacks and more snacks on the tray. He pours the juice for her, “Wake up –- love. Let’s get some food in ye.” She knuckles the sleepiness away not able to properly open her eyes from the sunshine dawdling and sits on her bum accepting the glass from him.

He laughs when she speaks in a feeble voice. All of it vanishing due to her screaming last night, “Thank you. Was thirsty.” He smiles. Head over heels for the polite girl sitting on his bed.

She sighs loudly making him cackle and gives him the glass back drinking every drop. Lays on her tummy, her round naked peach bum on display a tad bruised from Harry’s rings and she flutters her calves, socks clad feetsies up in air —-- cheek pressed to her forearms folded underneath her face.

And fuck is she the cutest and softest person alive? Harry could keep her in his front pocket.

He flops beside her. Breath hitching when she stretches exposing her silky skin. She blushes when he dots at her lovingly wanting nothing but to shower her in kisses, “Such a cutie.” “Think I’got breathing issues since last night, pet.” She butts her chin ontop of his knee and chews the dried fruit he just popped between her teeth.

“This place's real nice, gives you fresher for free and their sheets smells sweet too.” Harry’s ego has never flamed this much before and he had never been this thankful to Alec for giving around free passes sneakily as if they’re some sort of candies; when she tells him he was the one who let them in.

If she'd have known that this pampering treatment is for her and her only.

“What time is it?” She perks up anxiously and he shrugs, “Twelvish?”

She slaps her forehead scurrying around to collect her stuff, “Oh shit, shit, shit.” So, he grabs her elbow and calms her down.

“It’s Saturday, love.”

“Ohhh ---- I’m so silly.” She giggles realising slumping against him and oh boy does Harry wants to fuck her on her tummy all over again? He could imagine her morning puffiness bewitching his mind and soul.

“There’s this cosy place a block away from the club that serves delicious fluffy pancakes. Bonus point they've loads of kitties!” She grins hard at his bashful excitement as he brings her converse for her, “—- How bout we get some brekkie then?” He wiggles his brows as she shimmies her shorts up her legs.

“Sure!” She chirps but then looks under her hoodie and her simple statement knocks Harry’s knees, “But, I’ve got your jizz dried to my belly.” He coughs in his elbow to hide his moan and helps her stand up.

“Will see what we could do bout it later.”

Her laughs already making his day as she complains about her weak legs, “I feel so jello.” He keeps himself behind her incase she falls clumsily and she quips in astonishment at the sight of hallway room now empty of any person.

“’S just us left...” She whispers. Things used for bonding and the small corners made into people’s desired fantasies now looking less intimidating in the bright light.

Y/N waves to the bartender from the last night lounged onto one of the sofas. Her eyes widen in startlement when he greets them back – his professional voice indicating towards Harry, “See ya, Boss.” His hands stiffens by her sides. He wants to bonk his head to nearest wall and he treads behind her like a lost puppy when she takes two-steps at once.

She knows that you could have sex with anyone without looking into their bank-accounts but this makes her weirdly giddy, freaks her out badly. She spins around. He’s looking at her with disheartenment – expressions flinched into upset about the most thing he was worried, that she’d think he hid all of it just to lay with her knowing she was super shy.

“So...um. you own this club?”

He scratches the back of his neck nervously, “I —’ermm...it’s like very complic—” He stammers. He’s hating it she’s slipping away from him like this.

“I don’t care if you're owner of some swinger club or an orgy one least —-- I just think.” She sighs hair blowing away from her face as the car passes by them swiftly and he forwards his hand in a silent plead for her to intervene their fingers together--- if she needs a squeeze or two to calm her nerves down.

She's just so confused baffled and on the verge of regretting her descions of last night —--- but -- but his owlish soft eyes —- the eagerness to show his love to her and the twicth of his lips is just so much.

Its overwhelming but in a good way -- where she feels needed and yearned, so loved by him and cared.

Fuck it.

She mutters the last of it concentrating on the closed sign of some shop infront of them, “—- I just think you’re wayyy out of my league.” He stucks off-guard at that pulling her closer to himself and cradles her face.

“That is not true, pet.” He glares her stroking his thumb up in affection and then levels down to her height to gaze in her eyes properly – emphasising and meaning each word that he speaks, “Infact look at you, proper foxy baby you’re – kind enough to put all of ye trust in me.”

“Let’s have brekkie then we'll see what you’ve cooked in this chaotic mind of yours.” He quirks his lips nonchalantly and she beams up at him –-- giggles bubbling.

Everything's easy, full of trepidation but null of worries with him and it's like he has comfy spot made up of blankets in her mind where he sits and observes and reads then coaxes down the rebelling cells.

“Okie but it’s on me!!” She toddles hurriedly pulling him with her. Their steps echoing against the pavement, and he laughs ever so loud, “Bunny slow down – I’ve got two feet only.” She chuckles shaking her head and leans all of her weight into his side.

Lazily, clumsily and slumpily and she loves to be all of that with him knowing he'd wouldn't even take a minute and accept her in his arms happily.

“Can I kiss you?” His nose scrunched up all froggy and fond for his girl as she nods with a gorgeous smile, he licks his lips first then ducks down to kiss her cheek softly that creates a heart-wrenching awfully sweet smooching noise. She blushes furiously, eyes twinkling and loved.

“Which syrup you’re gonna get?” she asks and laughs hugging his side when he whispers like an overly joyed puppy.

“Loads and loadsssss of berry syrup.”

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The Devils Angels 🎸

⚠️ Substance abuse

Chapter 4: Some will fall in love with life and drink it like a fountain

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You and Loki made your way towards the bar that was opposite the venue The Devils Angels had just performed at. Loki had settled on a black vest as opposed to any of the leather garments he had to choose from. From outside you could see that it wasn’t simply just a bar, there was more loud music followed by a long queue that lead almost to the bottom of the road. You were almost certain you weren’t going to get in until the security guard exchanged a glance with Loki before stepping aside, letting you both in, reminding you that Loki was in fact a celebrity. Loki guided you inside with a hand on your lower back as he followed along. As soon as you walked in, eyes were on the pair of you. The sound of music pumping through the speakers rattled through you whilst Loki continued his guiding. The both of you approached a VIP looking area with security who once again stepped aside allowing you both in.

“Shot, shot, shot” you heard Nat chanting along with the rest of the band who were watching the brunette, drummer one downing shots. Slamming the glass on the table, he high-fived Steve before looking at you and Loki.

“Oh hey, it’s Loki and his laydayyy” he grinned.

“Oh look, it’s Bucky besotted” Loki quipped, earning chuckles from everyone as he gestured for you to sit down. “This is y/n, y/n this is Bucky our drummer, Thor who plays bass and Steve you already know.”

You smiled at them all with a small wave before sitting down.

“Hi y/n” Bucky smiled, giving you a wink “do you want a drink?” Before you had time to even answer, Bucky was requesting shots from one of the waitresses who seemed to only serve the VIP area you were in. “You want shots right” Bucky nodded as he looked back towards you.

“Yes!” Nat spoke for you.

“Get the girlssss some shotsssss!” Bucky cheered.

Waiting for those, you properly looked at everyone. Bucky had hair just past his eyebrows as well as tattoos and a nose ring. He looked like a true rockstar. Thors hair was a dirty blonde, reaching his shoulders. He had two plaits in his hair, moving it out of his face, connecting at the back. He smiled when your eyes met, blue staring into yours. Steve had shorter, lighter blonde hair and seemed to only be focused on Natasha as they spoke with one another over the music. Looking at Loki, he seemed to be in his own world, people watching too as he sat with his legs splayed, one arm on the back of the booth chair, head moving to the beat of the music. You bit your tongue when your eyes met, you had been caught staring. He raised the arm that was on the chair, giving you a small finger wave as well as a smirk. You smiled and looked down before the lady returned with a tray of shots.

Everyone reached for one, so did you. Everyone brought the small glass to their lips, so did you. Everyone downed their shot, so did you. Everyone reached for another, you did not.

“Wait, wait, wait, wait, waittt” Bucky interrupted “y/n, doesn’t have a shot” he smiled, looking into your eyes as he leant slightly closer to you “what’s the matter, don’t want another shot?” He teased, running his tongue over his bottom lip after he spoke. In all honesty, you would have taken another shot hadn’t the first one burnt your throat.

You shook your head no, pointing to your throat.

“Good idea!” Bucky exclaimed, standing up and walking towards you. Leaning down, he licked a stripe from your neck to the back of your ear earning a glare from Loki who pulled Bucky backwards. “Oh, I forgot the salt, sorry” Bucky laughed, putting his hands up as Loki lead him back to his seat.

“Bucky, do control yourself” Loki scolded.

“Believe me I am” he snorted “sorry y/n if I’ve crossed a line, I’m a douchebag most days, forgive me?” He pouted.

“I’m fine” you assured everyone before picking up a shot and downing it.

“That’s my girl” Bucky praised earning an eye roll from Loki before he resumed his people watching. Some of the night passed like that. The girl bringing you all shots whilst the crowd grew livelier and livelier. Steve and Nat grew closer and closer as they took more shots. You, Thor and Bucky spoke with one another as you switched from shots to a pornstar martini.

“Brother, are you alright?” Thor asked Loki who was still in his own world.

“Brother?” You gasped, chocking on your drink.

“Adopted” Loki cut in, looking at you and trying to stifle his smile as you sighed at the spilt drink on your top. “And yes, I’m fine.”

The boys resumed their drinking games whilst you stood up, making your way to Loki after dabbing at the stain on your top profusely.

“Can I sit here?” You asked, gesturing to the space next to him.

“I haven’t denied you all night, I won’t start now, be my guest” he nodded. You opened your mouth to speak before you were interrupted by the bouncer letting in Tony Stark who had two gorgeous blondes on his arms.

“The party doesn’t start until Stark walks in” he spoke matter of factly “sit down, yeah there’s great” he said to the girls before reaching into his pocket and pulling out a small bag and resting it on the table “I even brought a gift”

“Stark, you’re a lifesaver” Bucky said, picking up the bag before bringing it to his lips and kissing it. Your eyes widened as you realised what it was. Quickly, you grabbed the bag from his hands. “Y/n?”

“You—you can’t be seen with this” you explained, hiding it under your top.

“Are you going to make me come get that from you” he spoke seductively, wriggling his eyebrows.

“Bucky!” Loki huffed.

“Look y/n, we’re rockstars dude, I do my best drumming after I’ve” he paused, tapping his nose. You looked around seeing Stark, Steve and Thor all nodding, waiting for you to hand over the bag but you couldn’t, what if paparazzi were around? What if people saw them? You couldn’t give them the ba—

“Got it!” Natasha rallied.

You tried to grab the bag from her as she threw it to Thor. You quickly made your way to him before he threw it to Steve. Steve threw it to Bucky and suddenly you were part of this torturous game of don’t give y/n the bag of coke. When it reached Loki, you gave him a warning look as he opened the bag.

“Loki” you said ominously as he dipped his index finger inside. “Loki” you repeated as he smiled widely at you before his finger made contact with his gums. It was wrong, it was, but you couldn’t deny how sexy he looked as he disobeyed your tone. He wasn’t yours to order, yours to warn but him being so blatantly defiant struck something in you, something feral, something daring. You stepped towards Loki, looking him square in the eyes as you leant down, dipping your finger in the bag and repeating his actions. You winked at him before you sat back down. Your eyes barely left each other’s, waiting to see who would crack first in the minutes that Stark cut lines.

“Bon appétit” Stark declared after rolling up a bill and using it to snort a line.

You were certain that the drugs had no affect. You felt fine. Loki looked fine. The rest of the group faded out whilst you and Loki continued the staring match. You didn’t worry about Nats safety when taking anything, you were roommates in college and now housemates, you knew for certain she could handle herself, you just kept your gaze trained on Loki. Your gums as well as your lip began to feel slightly numb but you didn’t care, your attention was captured by the song that had just started playing.

“Marky got with Sharon and Sharon got Cherise she was sharing Sharon’s outlook on the topic of disease” you sang along to the Butthole Surfers song. Whilst Lokis expression remained stoic. You carried on singing, daring him to crack and he finally did once the chorus came.

“I DONT MIND THE SUN SOMETIMES, THE IMAGES IT SHOWS” he belted, standing up.

“I CAN TASTE YOU ON MY LIPS AND SMELL YOU IN MY CLOTHES” you continued, standing up too.

Before you knew it, you were both on the dance floor, singing along together, facing one another as you both moved to the rhythm. The rest of the world was nonexistent as the song played, you and Loki dancing. By the time the second chorus started, Lokis lips were on your neck, as your head fell backwards, revelling in the sensation. When the infamous guitar riff began, you felt his lips on yours, claiming them in a fierce, passionate kiss that brought feeling back to your lips. When you broke apart, your eyes opened and the rest of the world returned. You smiled lazily at Nat who was dancing with Steve. Bucky was head banging the air and Thor was with a lady. Stark was still with the blondes and life felt euphoric. You looked back at Loki, hands ruffling through his hair as you gave him an enticing expression. You would have probably kissed him again if not for Bucky yelling “SHOTS!”

You all sat down, resuming your drinking as you leant down, inhaling some of the white powder before Loki did. The rest of the night passed in an intoxicated, fun blur before you insisted on calling it a night the more touchy and flirty you and Loki got. A few girls that you knew entered and greeted you and Nat, probably wanting to enter the VIP area which Stark allowed. You announced that you were heading home but Nat pleaded to stay. Steve ensured that he would look after her as well as the other friends who were now sitting with you. Loki insisted that he made sure you got home safe which was the perfect opportunity for you to invite him inside. Tonight was surely going to end with a bang.

A/N: Bucky is giving me bucky x y/n vibes as opposed to Loki x y/n 🤣

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I love your writing so much 😭😭😭 can I request ReaderxLevi they’re married after the war and treated Falco and Gabi as their owns? thank youuu

A/N: Thank you😭 I’m sorry this is a little late but I was procrastinating so much. I hope you like it ❤️

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Levi X Y/N

Genre: Romance/Fluff/Tiny Angst

Warning: Major Manga Spoilers ⚠️

Lucky To Be Alive

The kitchen was bathed in bright orange, soft strokes of wind travelling through the window, swaying against your frame. There was a distant sound of birds murmuring but it was overpowered by the bubbling of water. You were currently making tea for your husband, just the way he liked. He had taught you his intricate method of brewing tea, so specific that he strongly recommended boiling water on the stove and not a microwave. His tea tasting skills were so sharp, he could tell the difference in taste immediately. You knew because you had tried tricking him once.

You were pouring the steaming water into the cup when muscular arms wrapped around your waist, embracing you. You didn’t flinch because you recognised your husband’s scent immediately but froze in between your actions when you felt his body’s warmth against yours.

It was too warm-the kind where you assumed he had been sitting in the depths of hellfire for hours.

“Levi, why’re you so hot!” You screeched, dropping the strainer as you looked over your shoulder, horrified. You met his silver gaze looking at you in a daze. His lips then curled into a dizzying smile and he chuckled like he was drunk, catching you off guard.

“Why thank you for noticing-isn’t it a little too late for a confession. I’m already married to you,” his words abrasively slurred, his head lolling into your neck and his eyes glinting as if he was actually losing his marbles.

You quickly turned in his arms which were still fastened around your waist and gasped at the sight. The rim of Levi’s nose and his cheeks were stained red, his narrow eyes squinting more than usual. You anxiously placed your hands on his jaw, cupping his oval face. The touch burned your palms. You frowned, your heart palpitating. “Levi, you’re burning up,” you frantically muttered. “I think you’ve caught a fever.”

He stared at you silently for a moment and then his gaze flicked in realisation. He nodded. “Ah, I was wondering why my body feels like someone threw me into a cauldron to cook me up,” he rasped, lightheartedly.

You didn’t laugh. You pushed his arms away, earning a groan from him, which you ignored. You grabbed his hand, pulling him along with you. You noticed Levi didn’t fight your hold and your concern grew larger, realising, he probably didn’t have the strength to disobey. You headed to your bedroom and sat him down on the sheets.

“No, I’m tired of laying around,” he rasped. “Let’s go to the new amusement park you wanted to visit so badly,” he suggested and you looked at him like he had grown two heads.

“You don’t even like amusement parks,” you muttered, reminded of the time when he called them too loud and social.

“Yeah, but you like them.” Your heart fluttered at the softness in his tone. He always acted too tough but was unknowingly the most expressive man you knew.

“I’ll get you some tea. Lay down,” you urged, pushing at his toned chest. Unwillingly, he persisted your motion but when you glared daggers his way, he cowered like a young boy and laid down, his head resting against the headboard. You eyed him narrowly once again, silently warning him to stay in place and then hurried to the kitchen, hoping tea was still warm.

You touched the rim of the handle and flinched at the burning sensation it left on your fingers. Relieved, you placed the cup on a saucer and jogged back into the room. Levi was sat upright, his eyes shut and breathing heavy. You approached him in the blink of an eye, giving him the freshly brewed tea.

“It’s exactly the way you like it,” you whispered, a concerned smile uplifting your lips. He surveyed the cup and then brought it up to his pale lips to drink. You patiently waited for his reaction.

He was silent for a moment, but you could tell he liked it because he was already sipping some more and more. You still waited for his praise. Levi had praised you for everything but your tea making and at this point, it was an obstacle you had to conquer- to feel the taste of sweet victory as you finally marked this off your checklist.

“It’s darker than normal.”

You wanted to smack him so bad. Your fists clenched in annoyance as you rolled your eyes at him; no matter how great of a tea you made, he would always have something to add against it.

Levi, on the other hand, sat grinning as he sipped more of the simmering tea. His inner conscience was telling him to confess the truth, the truth being that the tea was fucking beautiful-just the way he liked, perfect colour, temperature and flavour but he wanted to tease you and watch the feisty glow inside your irises bloom.

You restrained from throwing a tantrum over his lies, all your attention driven towards another issue at the moment: Levi’s health.

“Levi, it doesn’t seem like you’ve caught a cold. Have your wounds been infected again?” You worriedly placed your hand on his free one, feeling the feverish heat radiating off his body.

It had been five years since the battle of heaven and earth, five years since Levi Ackerman lost fragments of his soul into the greatest turmoil of humanity. During the battle, your allies were brutally killed-murdered, yet the whole time, you prayed for his safety. He was in no position to fight but you knew he couldn’t back away. There were things only the greatest solider of this era could’ve achieved.

Levi‘s skin was a canvas of his pain; the wounds were deeply carved into his skin, telling the story of a solider who fought with all his might. His beautiful face was struck in the middle from a sharp blade, a large scar embedded in the right side of his face, elongating all the way to his eye. The mound around his ears was burned and tore off due to immense heat exposure. This was just the tip of the iceberg: Levi’s body was scarred thousand times over.

Levi didn’t answer immediately. He took his time, ingesting the last two sips. Then he placed the cup on the side table and stared into your eyes. “I’ve survived countless wars. A mere fever won’t kill me,” he said expressionless, making your guts twist in agony.

You feigned ignorance like his comment didn’t just dig at your heart. If that was his way of comforting you, then damn he sucked at it.

“I’ll make you some stew,” you told him and stood up to leave but he quickly grabbed your wrist, pulling you back.

“No, stay with me,” his eyes reminded you of the time when everything finally ended, when the rumbling stopped and the war was won. At that time, he didn’t look like he had won anything. Levi had battled against Titans all his life but when, the curse of the Eldians had faced its destruction, Levi’s grey orbs were faraway, in another land.

Your body tightened in concern and you sat back down on the bed, beside him. He held your hand, surveying you, and traced his thumbs along your knuckles.

The silence was suddenly interrupted when you heard heavy footsteps hit your porch. You looked at the main door in anticipation and then the sound of a bike’s ringing resounded. The door opened hurriedly and at first you caught sight of brown hair swaying and then in rushed Gabi. You smiled as she came rushing inside.

“Y/n!” She dashed inside, the aroma of freshly baked cookies diffusing into the room. The petite brown-haired devil was now an honourable soldier of the country.

Five years ago, if someone had told you that you’d be visited by a Marley warrior, you’d have called them crazy. However, after the war it was like living in a new world. Marley, despite their reluctance, were forced to forgive and forget. It was the only way out for the remaining 20% of humanity to not fall into extinction. Intermarriages between Marley and the Eldians grew rapidly after the revival of earth. It took years but things had finally begun to settle.

“Oi, how’d this brat get in?” Levi narrowly stared at Gabi, his eyebrow arched in scepticism. Gabi glared at him, her brown eyes glinting with annoyance. “The door was open,” she muttered.

“Weren’t you here like yesterday?” Levi again said nonchalantly and you stared at him wide eyed, giving him the ‘shut up’ look.

Gabi clenched her fist frustratedly. “I’m not here for you grouchy pants,” she yelled and then turned towards you, ecstatically. “Y/n, I’ve brought you cookies from the new bakery that opened on our street,” the wide eyed girl cheered, handing you the bag of goods.

“I love cookies! Thank you so much Gabi!” You graciously smiled, ruffling her hair.

“I told her you liked them.” You heard a silvery voice from behind and turned to see Falco, against the wooden door, holding his baseball cap in one hand as he smiled. The scared little boy who’s biggest dream was to marry Gabi was now an aspiring baseball player.

“Oi, who told you she likes cookies,” Levi’s threatening voice emerged and poor Falco shrunk against his cold gaze. You rolled your eyes at your husband.

“Well, I-uh-I saw her making some the other day and assumed that she liked them-I didn’t mean to-” the teen stuttered over his words, incredibly disturbed.

“Don’t mind him. Thank you Falco,” you chimed, standing to ruffle his hair.

“But I bought them for you in the heat of the morning-standing in that long queue!” Gabi scowled, her eyes narrowing at Falco who looked like he wanted to jump off the window, feeling the walls of the room were now suffocating.

You giggled softly and placed your hand on both of their heads, ruffling their hair lovingly. “I appreciate both of you so much,” you chimed. In return, Gabbie proudly puffed up her chest.

She then turned, surveying Levi who sat on the bed uninterested. “Captain, why does it look like an elephant trampled over you?” She sarcastically assumed and you almost laughed.

Levi narrowly stared at Gabi, about to clap back at her sarcastically but you quickly intervened. “He’s got a fever. I was just going to make him some stew,” you told the teens. Gabi’s smug smile wiped off as she stared at Levi silently; Falco also stepped closer to inspect the sick man.

Your heart melted as the two watched Levi, concern washing over their faces, making them pale. Gabi and Falco were deeply attached to Levi after the war. Despite acting like they hated him, they carried immense respect for the Captain and followed him around like little ducklings-inspired by his great strength and combativeness. Gabi was so intrigued knowing he alone had slaughtered 58+ titans without modern weaponry that she couldn’t stop questioning him about his experiences. He acted like she was a bother but secretly enjoyed the look of fascination in her eyes after every interrogation. They visited your home very often along with Jean and Connie.

Your raven haired husband noticed their worried frowns and grew embarrassed. You could tell by the sudden frantic look in his eyes. “Tch, I’m perfectly alright. Y/n likes to exaggerate,” he rasped, staring at you for help.

Levi was always so awkward when someone expressed genuine concern for him; he had warmed up to you eventually and loved your concerned nagging but with others, he still didn’t know the correct response.

“Guys, don’t worry. He’ll be better in no time.” You smiled warmly.

Suddenly Falco stood upright, eagerly putting on his cap. “I’ll get the fever-reducer and painkillers,” he announced like a solider on a mission and marched out the door to a pharmacist. “I’ll make stew and some honey tea, Reiner drinks it whenever he’s sick,” Gabi rushed to explain and hurried out to the kitchen.

You stared blankly. Your eyes warmed up. You looked towards Levi and noticed his eyes twinkling with something unknown. You could feel his overwhelming emotions and grabbed his thin hand, tracing your thumb against his skin comfortingly.

“Levi, aren’t we so lucky to be living in this world?” You softly whispered, afraid to break his trance.

His eyes which used to be dull, scared, tired were now brimming with happiness. You could feel it. He looked at you, nodding softly.

As you caressed his hand, his hold grew tighter.

“Do you think they remember?” He rasped, his voice so small you barely heard him. “Every time they see us, do they remember what happened to Colt... Udo... Zofia?” His voice cracked, overcome with the horrors of each war.

You edged close, caressing his jaw to meet his eyes. The eyes were so grey and sad.

“Levi, are you reminded of what happened to Sasha, Hange and so many of your comrades every time you see them?” You asked, making him ponder upon the question.

He instantly shook his head, disagreeing. “No, I don’t because... it’s not their fault.” He looked sullen. You nodded, staring into his eyes so he could understand the truth behind his words.

“Exactly. None of it is anyone’s fault. It was never our fault,” you reminded him.

Levi stared at you, his gaze softening.

Five year ago, he’d have swore he was nothing but a sacrificial lamb for the humankind’s sake. How did his empty existence manage to build himself a home? He had somehow lived. Struggle after struggle, he was finally free. Beyond the walls, there was a paradise, a paradise of freedom which he was sharing with none other than you.

Levi’s lips curled into a soft curve; he was never sure of the right answer. Was he thankful to have survived or did he wish to be rolled up into the destruction, ending his pain once in for all? He didn’t know. He only knew one thing deep in his heart: he wouldn’t trade his life for anything in the world right now.

He leaned in and kissed your mouth, tasting the sweetness of his life. You kissed back instinctively, his touch making your insides curl up.

“I’ve brought the medicine!”

You pushed him away, wide eyed while Levi groaned in annoyance. Rolling your eyes, you stood up, facing Falco who was red-faced, seeming like he had run his way back hurriedly to bring the medicine. You smiled at him.

“Give them to Levi. I’ll check up on Gabi,” you ruffled his hair again and walked away, leaving the tense duo together.

Falco edged closer to Levi, his anxiety topping the roof as he poured water into a cup. He silently gave Levi the cup of water and medicine. Levi silently observed Falco and then took the medicine, gulping it down in one go.

“Captain, do you need to see a doctor?” He hesitantly asked.

“I’m not a captain anymore, Falco,” Levi told him as a matter-of-fact.

All nerves disappeared from Falco’s frame as he heard the audible softness in Levi’s tone. He again stood upright and answered passionately. “You’ll always be a captain,” he responded. “No matter what.”

Levi smiled at the boy’s admonition. When Falco saw the smile, he couldn’t help smile huge too. It was rare to see Captain Levi break into any expression whatsoever; he’d only seen the captain smile bright with his wife.

“Have you still not got the balls to ask Gabi out?” Levi suddenly asked and Falco’s face reddened, his eyes widening in shock.

“Uh- I- no. I tried but she’s so busy all the time,” Falco winced as he tried to explain, rubbing his hand over the back of his neck, embarrassedly. Levi threw his head back, a hearty laugh leaving his chest. The laugh made Falco want to crawl out of the room and hide away.

“Who’s busy all the time?” Gabi and you walked in, your hands carrying a bowl of stew which you kept on the side table.

“Nothing-No one!” Falco yelled like a deer caught in headlights, his voice cracking, straining to keep it together. You looked at Levi who seemed to be smug, his gaze flicking with humour.

“I have tickets to the amusement park,” Levi suddenly announced. You eyed him, confused. “I was going to take my wife if I wasn’t so sick but Falco and Gabi can go or it’ll be such a waste,” he said it like a command, and pulled the side drawer to reveal actual tickets.

You eyed him, shocked. You didn’t realise he had planned an entire trip to the amusement park for today. No wonder, he was going on about it. You smiled softly and nodded. “Yeah guys, it’s the new park. You’ll have lots of fun,” you told them. Falco and Gabi hesitantly stared at the tickets.

“Uh, it’s okay I don’t want to go-” Gabi said.

Levi arched an eyebrow at Falco, hinting at him to take action. The brown haired boy wanted to agree with Gabi, not wanting to discomfort her but Levi’s challenging expression made him abruptly move to grab the tickets.

“Yeah, we’ll go or it’ll be a waste...” he told her and Gabi’s face flushed, her eyes widening in embarrassment. She hesitantly looked around and then replied, “Fine!” She squealed and then the duo wandered out. Before Falco left he looked back at Levi, his eyes glinting with joy and the look in Levi’s eyes told you he was involved in setting up Falco and Gabi.

“You helped Falco out, didn’t you,” you muttered, eyeing him accusingly.

Levi pinched the bridge of his nose and then grabbed your arm, pulling you on top of him, his heat travelling through your body. You gasped as he attacked your lips again. “I needed them gone... to do this,” he whispered against your skin, expressing his ulterior motives and left his marks down your throat, causing goosebumps to rise on your flushed skin.

You were surely very lucky to have this man beside you- everyday-every night-this entire life.

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[jimin-day]

Stare at me

Summary: You frequent a coffee shop only to be met with his dark eyes every time.

Pairing: Jungkook x reader

Genre/tags: Smut, fingering, oral (female receiving), unprotected sex, creampie, if you squint daddy!Jungkook, shy!reader, dirty talk,

a/n: hello! This is my first time writing a fanfic so please be kind! This kind of just fell out of me and developed into something I couldn't control, so.. enjoy! :)

You leaned back with a sigh and threw your notebook on the coffee table. Knowing you needed a well deserved break from studying you decide to head down to the local coffee shop for a caffeine boost.

You emit a big loud yawn and walk to your room down the hall. You decide to exchange your sweatpants with some jeans and put on a bra for the first time that weekend. You give a small huff in the mirror noticing you still look a bit ragged, but who cares? Your not trying to impress anyone and your definitely not trying to turn any heads.

After breaking up with your long term, long distance boyfriend you felt like your life was on hold. You thought you were going to marry this man, have his children in fact. But the sad truth was he had cheated on you and you couldnt let that stand, so you left. Feeling emotionally bruised and sore you had holed up in your on-campus apartment and tried to forget by studying and binging on chinese food for the last few weeks.

The only thing that brought you any joy nowadays was getting some coffee a few blocks down from where you lived. It may have seemed like a small excursion but it got you out of the house and let you take in a fresh breath of air, somehow restoring your will to stand on this planet.

But you would be lying if that was the only reason you visited that coffee shop. Every so often a black haired man at a small table next to the window would be working on his laptop, to say he was handsome was an understatement.

He was jarringly handsome and if you were lucky you would catch eyes with him, only to be completely embarrassed when he caught you staring. But that didnt stop you from looking for him every time you went to the shop only to be met with those dark doe eyes.

You walked down the side walk, a cool breeze hitting your face, making you feel refreshed now that you were being met with crisp air. You took a deep breath and tried to ignore the fact that you were still deeply hurting from your breakup. You silently thought to yourself that maybe it was you. Were you not good enough? Not pretty enough? You guess you could stand to lose a bit of weight. Maybe not good enough in bed? No, do not let yourself go there this was his problem. You were more than an ideal girlfriend and you refuse to blame yourself for his actions.

Almost like he had heard you thinking about him, your phone rings a familiar chime and you lift your phone to take a look.

[DONT ANSWER] 11:46pm

Hey please message me back, i miss you.

Nope, not a chance. Since the break up your ex has been trying to contact you but you wouldnt give him the light of day. There is no way you were going to let him convince you back into his arms and you wouldnt even give him the chance.

You put your phone in your pocket and looked up at your destination. You pull the door open to be greeted with warm air defrosting your body. You take a step inside and almost involuntarily look to your right where that brown haired man normally sat. You were thrilled to see him sitting there studiously staring at his laptop with his eyebrows stitched together, probably figuring out a tough question you assume? Today he was wearing all black, not like he wore anything else, a black oversized tee shirt, a black face mask pulled down to his chin and ripped black jeans. A leather jacket hung from one of the chairs which he had thrown over previously before your arrival. He sighed and leaned back taking a sip of his coffee before looking up.

As if knowing you were going be there at this exact time he met your eyes immediately. You felt embarrassed, obviously for staring so long, but you were a bit bolder today meeting his gaze a little longer than normal. Maybe seeing that text earlier gave you a bit more confidence in knowing you would be fine without your ex, even though you were torn inside.

His eyes didnt back down and he one upped you by cupping his hand underneath his chin and giving you a sexy smirk while tilting his head. This was as much confidence as you were going to show today, as you quickly turned your head and got in queue. Your cheeks burned and admittedly your pussy clenched with desire. You put your face in your hands and shook your head trying to regain your composure. Feeling so hot and blushed.

You didnt notice but the man was quietly giggling and taking you in as much as you were oogling him. Of course he noticed you looking at him everytime you walked through those doors. In fact, he may have noticed you before you had noticed him. When he caught you the first time staring, he was elated. Knowing that you felt attracted to him made this even more fun, and what topped it off was you were so shy. Every time he looked at you, you couldnt help but be incredibly embarrassed and cave in on yourself. He loved that, Jungkook fed off it, each time you walked through the door he pictured more than one things to do to you.

Even catching you in sweatpants drove jungkook crazy. Seeing them hangoff your hips teasing him and wearing a tight camisole made him ache in pleasure. What was it about you that made him dizzy?

Jungkook was an average student but excelled in about everything else. At uni he was very often sought after by women but he had no motivation to chase after anyone. He would have flings here and there but they meant nothing to him. Not even knowing it, jungkook became the white whale around the university. Women would try to reel him in but to no avail, leaving them high and dry. Getting him in bed meant you were of the elite class, earning you a high spot in womens books, often jealousy.

But jungkook was oblivious to this, and if he was being honest nothing was special about those women. Just right place, right time.

But to Jungkook, you felt special.

Jungkook thought about his plan of action that he had rehearsed in his head a few times. He always wanted to confront you but never felt confident enough. But today was the day. He woke up with a surge of motivation and admittedly went to the coffee shop early to make sure he didn't miss you, praying you would show up.

You were the next person to place your order when you feel a presence behind you. You paid it no mind and kept looking forward deciding if you should get a small breakfast sandwich to go with your coffee. As you tell the clerk that you'd like a hot coffee a voice speaks up behind you, "and I'll be paying for that"

You turn around as if your head was on a swivel and notice the beautiful man coming up around you and handing his card to the employee. "Oh and I'll have a breakfast sandwich too" you say while giving a meek smile to the man who was paying for you.

He gives a mischievous grin and you turn to face the clerk, blushing. Once he receives his receipt and is handed his card back, you step to the side and wait for your order to be finished. Not far behind, jungkook follows and stands beside you. "You know, I would've paid for you even if you ordered the whole menu" jungkook looks at you with kind eyes and a little grin.

You cant help but blush and stare at your feet. You quickly try and sike yourself up and finally look up at him "Well maybe next time I'll try and buy the whole store" Jungkook laughed brightly with a bunny smile while his dark hair falls into his eyes, you can't help but think how adorably handsome he was in that moment.

He looks at you a bit more seriously making your face burn in anticipation. "You think I haven't noticed you staring?" At that you turned red. You knew he saw you, most days you would catch his eyes but being so upfront about it had you in a tizzy. Jungkook takes the small slip of paper he just received and starts scribbling on it and places it into your hand.

You glance down at the paper and it's his name and phone number, you look up and blush at him. Jungkook leans closer to you almost brushing your ear. "If you would like you can stare at me outside of this shop, preferably in my room princess."

Jungkook gives a sly smirk, turns and walks away to sit back down at his table and you are drenched to say the least. 'Holy shit, what did he just call me?'

You hear the barista call your name and you were so startled by it you jump pulling you out of the trance you were in. You safely put the receipt in your pocket grab your order and before pushing the doors open you take one last glance.

As if making it known to the whole world jungkook was unabashedly smiling at you. Your cheeks turn hot pink and you rush out the door, trying to get yourself together.

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You sit at home, lifting the small piece of paper up and staring at it. 'Jungkook', now that you think about it you feel like you have heard this name in small circles around campus but never had the face to put to the devil. This makes you outwardly cringe, scrunching up into a little ball and give a silent scream. From your recollection this man is a catch, THE catch and if you were not mistaken very good in bed.

At that thought you said fuck it, since your ex you haven't even thought of sex or pursued anyone and decided enough was enough. You were getting dick.

[Y/N] 7:56pm

Hey.. it's coffee shop girl

[Jungkook] 8:01pm

Hi baby, did you get curious?

Your heart stops at the nickname, oh fuck he's reducing you to a puddle. You can feel your panties getting uncomfortable and you try and shift to relieve some much needed tension. You take a deep breath and decide to just go for it.

[Y/N] 8:03pm

So what does staring at you in your bedroom entail?

[Jungkook] 8:04pm

Hmm.. well Y/N i could tell you or I could show you?

You were reeling, not even believing it yourself you take a second to calm your nerves. But honestly you couldnt, too high on whatever cloud your are on to still your beating heart. Your pussy clenches around nothing, and you are beginning to pool in your panties, thinking of all the things Jungkook would do to you.. will do to you.

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Next thing you know your knocking on his door, in the cold.

Before you left you told your friend where you were going just in case this man was a serial killer. You could never be to careful. Your friend wanted to hear all about it but you have no time for that yet, but definitely over brunch tomorrow.

You hear a click and the door swings open, there stands a man with honey skin and beautiful dark locks, he gives you a bright boxy smile "Hi, can I help you?" You almost trip over yourself when you are greeted by him, too focused on just how handsome he was.

"Um, ya I'm here for Jungkook?"

Just as you asked Jungkook is strolling up to the door and telling his roommate that he's "got it from here". That made you freeze, what have you gotten yourself into? This man was practically a stranger, a stunning one, but a stranger none the less and now your going to let him "take it from here" almost as if you were a plaything.

Jungkook gestures you in and you wave to who you later learned was Taehyung, thanking him for opening the door for you. As you turn to follow jungkook down the hall, your cheeks feel hot, not only about what is going to happen in Jungkooks room but how Taehyung knows exactly why you are here, and you just looked him in the eyes and thanked him.

Jungkook let's you into his room and as you walk in you take a look, it's tidier than you would have thought, there is a light up keyboard and computer in the corner, on top of his desk sits a very expensive DSLR camera, a mic stand just beside the desk and he has purple lights strung up around the walls. Nice touch.

Jungkook closes the door behind you, no turning back now. He looks at you almost as if he were to tear you to shreds. His eyes transition to blown out black as he rakes over your body and you can almost hear your heart thrumming in your ears. He moves closer putting his left hand on the wall, at his bold gesture, you begin to feel overwhelmingly shy.

Coming to a strangers house to fuck? This was not you, you liked to take your time and get to know the person. Maybe a date or two to see what your getting into. Right now you were way out of your comfort zone.

Jungkook pinning you to the door has your eyes looking at your feet, feeling quite nervous, and possibly wanting to flee. Jungkook gently takes his finger and lifts up your chin to meet his eyes. His eyes still blown out with lust but showing a bit more restraint making your heart feel less tight. "Hey baby, it's okay. I've got you, you tell me if this isn't something you want and I'll stop right now."

Your heart sank you didn't want him to feel like he was pressuring you, you wanted this. So bad your pussy is aching for some sort of release. It was all just so new to you, the situation, the man, the way he looked at you like an animal. You shook your head and told him you were okay, not wanting him to stop.

He starts slowly with a quick kiss to the lips, then soon after turning sloppy tasting them and molding to them. He licks your lips so he can explore your mouth. Giving you sloppy wet strokes of his tongue making you weak in the knees.

His hand comes to your hip squeezing and rubbing soft circles, slowly moving higher underneath your shirt. Your lips detach and he licks up your neck, sucking on the flesh that is right underneath your ear. "Fuck baby you have no idea how long I wanted this." He sucks harshly leaving a purple mark with his plush lips, grinding his hips into your core for some sort of friction.

You don't pay his comment much mind as you are way to distracted by his hand cupping your breast and his cock rubbing your clit deliciously. Jungkook gently pinches your nipple and starts playing with your nub expertly twisting and massaging. You let out a soft moan, and jungkook is floored. His erection so hard and uncomfortable in his pants, but he can wait.

Jungkook takes his hand and starts stroking your clothed core with his long fingers, feeling how much you have soaked through your clothes. Feeling how wet you are for him he groans "Does this feel good princess? Do you like when a stranger plays with your pussy?" You moan even louder, no one has talked to you this way and you can't help but feel a new gush of arousal take over.

He quickly picks you up by your bottom and throws you on the bed, "Strip, everything but your panties" there is no hesitation, you fling your shirt off your body undo your bra and shuffle your pants down to the floor leaving only your underwear on.

As you sat there you began to cross your arms over your chest, somewhat embarrassed being mostly naked in front of this man. Jungkook tutted, "Don't be shy princess" jungkook reaches for your wrists and pulls them up over you head pinning them to the headboard while giving you quick kisses to your forehead and jaw. "Don't hide from me, let me see you."

His sweet coos and kisses soothe your heart and you relax more into the position your are in. Jungkook begins to move down your neck with kisses, licks and some biting to stave off his hunger. Seeing you in this position is driving him crazy. You are so cute and shy your soaked pussy waiting for him. From this angle he can see you all hot and flustered trying to hide your face. Jungkook gives a quick smile that you don't see because you are too busy trying to hide from your embarrassment.

Jungkook moves down next to your core playing with the elastic of your panties, taunting you. "Will you be a good girl for me?" His question barely registers in your blown out state but you quietly nod your head. Not being a good enough answer for jungkook he slaps your pussy right on your bundle of nerves. "Use your words, Y/N." The spank sends shock waves throughout your body and has you on high alert. Your walls clenching hard, aching for any type of touch.

"YES, yes, please Jungkook I'll be a good girl" You look him in the eyes and don't want to stop staring at how gorgeous he looks. Sweaty glistening skin, dark hair in his eyes, looking like he could eat you alive.

Never breaking eye contact Jungkook removes his shirt and pants along with his boxers. His cock hitting his stomach with force, hard and angry red. He was so thick and long, you wanted to taste him so bad, swallow his cock full.

Jungkook starts to pump his dick up and down, using his thumb he wipes his slit to cover his length in cum. He leans back down to your soaking core. "Now princess I want you to watch me while I play with your pretty pussy, can you do that for me?"

You look at him with half lidded eyes, feeling like your in a strange head space that you can't describe. But you would do or say anything for him at this moment almost subdued by that fact you know he will take care of you. "yes daddy." Jungkook is surprised to hear that come off your lips but it makes him want to fill you up with cum, make you his.

He notices your shift in expression and realizes you've slipped somewhere, but he decides to save that in the back of his mind, he'll play with that Y/N another day. Right now he just needs to be inside of you.

Jungkook bunches the material of your panties and pulls upward rubbing your aching clit. The friction feels so good and you want to throw your head back and moan but remembering the rules you fix your eyes on jungkook looking pleased at what little he has to do for you to go crazy.

Seeing your perfect clit bulge from your panties being pulled up, jungkook wraps his soft lips around your clothed bundle and starts sucking you, along with long slow languid licks.

You couldn't take it any more, Jungkooks mouth sucking on your clothed clit is visual overboard, you throw your head back and give a loud moan, your clit throbbing feeling so close to cumming.

"Please, kook!"

Jungkook let's go of your panties and pulls them down your legs. He starts rubbing your bundle of nerves in circles and figure eights, earning loud moans from your lips from the new bare sensation. "Please what, princess?"

"I wanna come, please let me cum, jungkook!"

He quickly leans down and strokes his tongue up your slit gathering your juice on his tongue "fuck baby you taste so good", jungkook moves up to your clit, his hot breath ghosting over you making you whine. With a wet and flat tongue jungkook eats you almost like he is a starved puppy, his strong muscle giving you some well deserved attention.

Feeling your stomach coiling you know you are so close, your legs start shaking and your breathing starts to speed up. Your eyes tight ready for what comes next.

Jungkook slips two fingers into your pussy curving them so he hits your spongy g-spot, never stopping his tongue on your clit while he fucks you with his fingers. Suddenly the coil snaps within you and you are seeing stars. Your orgasm has your thighs shaking around jungkooks head and tears begin to slip from your eyes. You throw your head back and let out a deep and long moan. "My princess looks so pretty cumming." You gush all over jungkook tongue and he is happy to lick all of your essence up all up not letting any go to waste.

Jungkook slows his tongue and fingers to help coax you through your orgasm, he gives you a quick kiss to your sensitive clit and gets up to hover over top of you. " You did so well princess, you ready for my cock?"

You give a very enthusiastic nod, tears still streaking down your face from the force of your orgasm. "Yes please, I want your cock daddy."

He strokes his member a few times and starts to press the head of his member in your wet folds moving it up and down your slit soaking his cock. He starts to push in your velvet entrance and you can feel the delicious sting and stretch of him. Half way in jungkook stops to let you get used to his size. Looking at you with your tear stained cheeks his cock twitches and he can hardly control his hips from pounding into your messy cunt.

"Your pussy is so tight princess, were you waiting for my cock?" Jungkook pushes his thick member all the way in your pussy and he let's out a guttural moan. "Fuck baby you feel so good".

You reach out and grab jungkooks shoulders pulling him closer, your face is buried in the crook of his neck both of you hot and sweaty. Jungkook takes advantage of this position and hooks his arms underneath your shoulder blades and grabbing your shoulder from the back giving him excellent grip to thrust deep and hard inside you.

He starts moving slowly but quickly picks up the pace at a bruising speed. Using his arms as leverage to slam into your pussy as he whispers in your ear, "I've been eye fucking you for days princess, did you know that? I've been wanting to fill this pussy up since I saw you and now I have you crying beneath me. Do you like a perfect stranger filling this tight cunt?"

You shiver at his words and feel yourself clenching around him your pussy desperately trying to hold on to his thick cock. You moan loudly and start to produce fat tears rolling down your cheeks.

"Your words, princess."

Jungkook did not say that lightly and you did not want to test his patience in this moment, while you were already in a vulnerable position. "Yes I love a strangers cock in my pussy!"

Jungkook swallows hard at your words and can't believe how well you are doing for him. The shy girl he saw in the coffee shop is saying such dirty things, just for him.

You try and match his speed with your hips but to no avail, your breath hitches every time he thrusts into you leaving you almost breathless. Your orgasm is rising and its almost painful to follow, he hits your g-spot so nicely and he has you crying, tears continue to fall from your eyes and onto the bedsheets. Trying to hold on you reach for his back and start clawing at it. The pain of your nails digging into him. Jungkook let's go of your shoulders and sits up while fucking you, getting a whole new and beautiful view of you crying, and writhing on his cock while he thrusts in your sweet pussy.

Jungkook reaches down to your folds and drags his finger around your arousal and brings it up to your clit. Rubbing harsh circles on your very sensitive bundle. You start to feel the familiar twist in your stomach rise and it has your legs start shaking and your breath becomes shallow. "Come on princess cum all over your daddys cock".

With another thrust of his hips he sends you into your second, back breaking orgasm. In jungkooks eyes you look like art, hair splayed out around you wet from all the tears you were producing, thighs shaking uncontrollably with intense pleasure, and your mind so fucked out and begging to be praised by your daddy after cumming on his cock so well.

You look up at jungkook and his eyes are all over you, watching you become a mess underneath him.

Jungkook not being able to last much longer looks you right in the eyes and grabs your chin. "Look at me in the eyes princess while I fill up your slutty cunt with my cum. Don't you look away, I want you to see how much of a slut your are for me."

Your pussy clenched at his vulgar words and you nod in his hands. You have no choice but to look into his intense dark chocolate eyes. His hips become sloppy and he can feel your pussy throbbing and milking his cock, with a couple more sloppy thrusts he spills into your cunt filling you with warmth, making you feel so full. Jungkook let's out a guttural groan, while looking into you as he claims you as his.

You found your eyes were glued to Jungkook as he came, not being able to look away, seeing his dark eyes swirl with relief and lust, licking his lips and hair sticking to his forehead with sweat. You were completely in awe of him.

Jungkook rests his forehead on yours taking deep breaths until he removes himself from you and gets up to walk away. He comes back with a wet cloth in hand and gently cleans you up. He throws the towel to the side and lays down beside you. You both take a deep breath and look at each other.

"Uhmm, I think I should go." You start to get out of his bed when you feel his hand grab your wrist.

"Stay with me, you don't have to go." Jungkooks words have your heart lump in your throat. You felt embarrassed walking in here for a quickie and afterwards when reality hit you, you felt mortified. But looking into his eyes he was gentle, finding some truth in his words you let him pull you on his his chest to cuddle. Your cheeks burning red at the action but your were admittedly enjoying the feeling of his warmth.

Without realizing how exhausted you had become, your eyes begin to feel heavy. You fall asleep while he strokes your hair, jungkook being left with his thoughts.

'Fuck'

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a/n: Ahh! thank you for making it this far! I had a lot of fun (and difficulty) writing this! It's my first time ever writing a fanfiction so please be kind! Let me know what you think :3

[fanfics-with-coffee]

Dabi and Bakugou rarely got along but when they do, it's to double team you. You had been riling them up every time you entered the bar but never let them get any satisfaction, until you agreed on Dabi's dumb challenge. Drink the Blowjob shot the way it's suppose to be had, from between their legs and using no hands.

(This is a re-post from my AO3 work)

Genre: Smut, just smut, Bar!au Characters: Bakugou x reader x Dabi

The neon sign glared down at the people on the street, illuminating everyone in a bright red light. You basked in the light, surrounded by your giggling friends as you made your ways through the crowd of people. This wasn’t your first time in the light and you knew it wouldn’t be your last either. Best bar in the whole district, the whole city even if you asked any lady leaving the place. But you did agree, if you were going to have a drink anywhere then Valor would be it. If you could be so bold then you’d even call yourself a bit of a celebrity at the place. Everyone there knew who you were and knew how you took your drinks. So you often brought your friends along so both brag and give the place some extra income.

After some shuffling of bodies and holding your friends hands you made it to the front of the people, right up to the entrance. You smiled at the bouncer and he smiled right back, showing off his sharp teeth. He was suited up like usual, the suit pants and white button up fitting well around his crossed arms and muscular chest. His bright red hair was spiked as usual and his face was now highlighted red from the neon sign.

“Good evening, ladies! What can I do for ya?” Kirishima asked as if he didn’t know what you wanted, looking behind you to see the awed looks of your friends as they obviously checked out the cutie in front of you. You placed a hand on your hip, pulling the coat you were wearing a little closer to you to keep the cold out.

“Oh you know, just wanted to show my friends this really nice bar i’ve been visiting.” You said with a coy tone, looking around you as if you didn’t know the layout. You made eye contact with the blondie guarding the other door, the black streak in his hair reflecting the red light. He winked at you with a grin before looking over your friends, clearly curious. But he quickly needed to go back to his queue and checking ID’s so the line wouldn’t be held up for too long. Kirishima followed your eyes while nodding, humming in fake curiosity.

“Is that so… Well why don’t you ladies head in then and order something then? Show them why you like it so much, eh?” The redhead looked past you and at your friends, giving them a charming grin and wink before looking at you again. He took a step to the side, making way so your whole group could enter. You gave him a pat on the arm and mouthed a ‘Thank you’ while you walked past him. He just nodded and watched the rest of your friends also walk past him. As you enter the bar you’re met by the warmth first of all. The bodies filling the place was heating up the whole room but you didn’t mind, it was actually very welcoming compared to the cold outside. The second thing that hit you was the music playing through the speakers. While it was soft the music was obviously from the weeks top lists, the beat of the songs being felt through the air. You started peeling your jacket off of you, eyes scanning over the environment. The whole place was dimly lit, the only bright lights shining being the ones under the bar and behind the shelves filled with alcohol. There were the occasional lamp used to set the mood in the place but they were never at full power. The interior was mostly black with details in gold and the dark wood surfaces. Fancy.

You walked confidently to the wardrobe section, smiling at Momo as she took your coat and handed you a number plate that you placed in your handbag. Your friends did the same but you stopped paying too much mind to them, they could handle themselves and you knew the place took care of their customers so you had nothing to worry about. You had something more important in mind. Eyes locking onto the bar you quickly found a spot you could sit down at, miraculously.

You searched the space between the bar and quickly found one out of the two people you were looking for. The tall young man was pouring a beer from the tap while having eye contact with a girl leaning on the counter, smiling at him. He looked mildly amused, raising an eyebrow as she kept talking. He responded to her, his bright red eyes illuminated by the bar lights but you don’t know what he said. You didn’t particularly care either, most of the girls kept repeating the same conversation subjects. He dragged a hand through his blonde hair but it didn’t do much to deter the spikes from forming again while he handed the girl the glass with a smile. You noticed he had shaved the undercut shorter since last time, it looked much neater and clean cut tonight. He was as always dressed in the bartender outfit, the bright red button up and black vest. You could see from your seat that the top buttons of his shirt was unbuttoned, obviously revealing parts of his collarbone and chest. He had yet to notice you but that was about to change.

While you were staring at one of your favorite subjects the other had found you before you had the time to find him.

“Back again, huh, dollface?” The hoarse voice welcomed you back to the bar and you already knew who it was. You smiled and turned your face to notice you were mere inches from the owner of the voice. He was giving you lazy grin, the movement of his mouth extenuating the port wine stain birthmarks around his mouth and going down his neck, the thick tattooed on stitches between his normal skin and the birthmarks still in view. You two stayed like that for a moment, daring each other to move away first. His warm breath hit your lips when he huffed and leaned back, shifting his weight from one leg to another. Placing his hands on the counter he made you feel trapped in his presence. You looked at the tattoos covering his arms, full on sleeves creeping up under his rolled up shirt. Finally you met his eyes again, those bright blue eyes staring down at you. You could see the fading scars on the birthmarks under his eyes, a probably long story you had only heard bits and pieces of. Apparently he had gotten in some trouble and the guys had threatened to cut his eyes out and almost did too. He always jokes about how lucky he is to still have sight or he would never have been able say he’s seen an angel. And if you were the angel then it was no doubt he'd be the devil. With the multiple piercings you've seen glimpses of in the light and the jet black hair playfully sticking up everywhere, you wouldn't be surprised if he revealed himself as an incubi.

“Indeed. I mean, I know I can’t be gone for too long without your ego getting too big, Dabi” You smirked back at his lazy grin, watching his hands move to make you a mojito. He chuckled and looked down to measure the content of your glass, nodding in joking agreement.

“You’re not wrong, the girls around here are easy when you look as good as me, you know? Gets boring after a while. But you… You’re fun Y/N.” He points a black straw at you before putting it in your drink and placing it in front of you. You keep the eye contact going as you pick up your glass and take a sip from it, the refreshing sweetness filling your mouth. The tension was palpable and it had been like this every time you hang out here for a long while now. Everytime you were there you’d tease him and play hard to get, only giving him enough to hold onto the hope that maybe one day you'll be another notch in his belt. Never accepting his dumb bets yet never saying no. And you wouldn’t have it any other way.

“Oi, if you two are finished eye fucking each other then maybe emo boy here can get back to work?” The tension was broken by the voice of dear blondie who had left the conversation with the girl and come to join you and Dabi. Bakugou didn’t look pleased as he glared at the taller man and defensively placed a hand on the counter to the right of you, making Dabi lift his own hand from the spot and releasing you from his almost hypnotic hold.

“It’s called goth, hot shot. And I was working, can't you see I provided angel here with a drink?" he motioned to the drink in your hand which you helpfully raised to show the truth of his statement, smiling sweetly towards Bakugou the whole time just to annoy him. He looked at the drink for a short moment before giving it a look of disgust and making eye contact with you again, raising a questioning eyebrow.

"You should keep yourself to your simple fucking shots, you can at least make those right. Leave the actual drinks to the actual…" Bakugou looked Dabi up and down before staring him in the face. "Bartenders. We don't need to pretend we know what we're doing unlike you extra." The two had started to attract a small crowd, some girls because they thought the two men were attractive and some because they actually wanted to know what was going on. You just sat there calmly, this wasn't their first dispute in front of a crowd nor your first time having a front row seat. Dabi didn't move a visible muscle and instead just stood there with a deadpan glare, watching as Bakugou prepared another mojito. All you could see was his chest rising and falling in an even pace.

When Bakugou finished the drink, with some flare of course, he placed it in front of you. It was neater than your first one, a lime slice delicately placed on the rim of the glass together with a mint leaf as garnish. During the time it took to make the drink Dabi had already sighed and poured himself a shot, downing it when your glass had hit the table. He knew he wasn't supposed to drink on the job but he also knew there wasn't anyone that was gonna stop him. Bakugou ignored him and instead took to watching you, impatiently waiting for you to try his obviously superior drink. And so you did, taking an equally big sip as you took from the first one, you knew how picky he was.

"Well… While I appreciate the thought and concern you have, Bakugou, and it's true that your drink was served better… They taste the same. And I'm pretty sure I'll get just as drunk from either." you place your final verdict, eliciting a laugh from Dabi and a look of something akin to horror from Bakugou. Dabi slung his arm over Bakugou's shoulders, leaning heavily on him as a smug grin crept onto his face.

"What was that now again, hot stuff? Didn't need to pretend huh? Sure, sure… Well if I'm better at shots then I am at drinks then I must be a master at them, so how about we have one?" The tattooed man asked, standing up again and pulling up his shirt sleeves again. As he started on those, pulling out three shot glasses for each and every one of you presumably, you looked towards your favorite blonde who had crossed his arms and was bitterly staring at your two drinks.

"Do you want me to pay for both, or do I get one for free?" You smiled at him, sipping on the drink made by him just to appease him a little. While you didn't have as obvious of a sexual tension with him there had been countless moments where you were sure he'd been so riled up he would've taken you on the bar itself you allowed it. The hot headed man might be smooth in front of the ladies coming and going, it's part of the job, but you liked to get just a little too close. A little too on the edge for him to truly be in his element. And it frustrated him to no end. Yet now he just shook his head in vague defeat.

"No, obviously not, why the fuck would you pay for both? And since we made a crowd take both, just don't you fucking dare tell Iida we're drinking shots while working." he gave you a serious glare while you just laughed and nodded, obviously promising to not rat them out.

In the next moment you had three glasses put before you and Dabi once again joined the conversation. You examined the shots and realize what was going through the blue eyed man's head. The whipped cream at the top was the biggest clue but the shit eating grin he was wearing didn't help his case either. You leaned back in your seat and crossed your arms, watching Dabi closely, waiting for his excuse this time.

"Well since you're getting drinks on the house then maybe you owe us a little something. You always decline my challenge with a smug fucking smirk on your pretty face but now I find that you have few excuses, princess. C'mon, for poor Bakugou whose ego you crushed." Dabi patted Bakugou's chest while staring at you, ignoring Bakugou's futile protests. You watched them, glanced at the shots and then looked back up to them.

The light shone from behind them, illuminating them and reflecting off the glasses you were drinking from. Both their shirts had unbuttoned buttons and you had a clear view of parts of their chest, further enticing you to accept Dabi's challenge and maybe show them who's got who wrapped around their finger. You soak in the view for a second before unraveling your arms.

"Well you still haven't issued the challenge, Dabi, or what's in it for me if I win."

"Or lose, Angel. I want you to drink the blowjob shots the way they're supposed to be taken. From between our legs without using your hands. If you don't spill anything then I'll pay for your drinks for the rest of the evening. If you do spill… Well I'm sure we can agree to a fitting punishment when we get there. And you can't spill anything from either of them, deal?" This wasn't the first time Dabi had challenged you, nor were you the first person he'd used this tactic on. You'd usually hear Bakugou complaining that he'd found the two making out in the backroom afterwards, even if the other participant had won. But this time he involved someone else too and well, the look you're imagining Bakugou having during it might just be worth it.

"Pay for my friends drinks too and we have a deal." you informed him on your condition as you stood up, knowing that you'd have to move to find a better fitting spot to do this, away from too many peering eyes. Dabi didn't respond and instead just grinned and grabbed two of the shots, following you out from behind the bar. Bakugou took a second to debate if this was a good idea or not but watching you walk away, your hips swaying enticingly managed to convince him. "Fuck it…"

You knew exactly where you all could get out of the spotlight and moved over to a corner with a booth. You sat down on the end of one of the couches, watching the two men arrive after you. Bakugou had grabbed the last shot and was cautiously looking around for anyone watching you, or a co-worker noticing their absence. Dabi on the other hand had his eyes on you, placing one of the shots he was holding besides you on the table, towering over you. You just looked up at him and smiled. He grinned back before grabbing a random chair from one of the other tables, dragging it so it faced you.

Dabi didn’t hesitate to sit down, spreading his legs apart so you could see the pants straining against his crotch. With one hand he placed the cream topped glass between his legs on the seat, the other arm he leaned the elbow on the back of the chair. His muscles were tensing up under the red shirt as to keep the position and you could just imagine what was hiding underneath. He cocked his head to the side and gave you a shit eating grin, lifting an expectant eyebrow at you.

“Well, dollface?” You made eye contact with him and an involuntary shiver went down your spine going straight to between your legs. You didn’t expect it to affect you this much this quickly. Free drinks sounded really good at the time but now you’re not even sure you’ll be able to stay long enough to enjoy them. Yet you couldn’t give up before you’d even started.

You didn’t dare respond to him and instead hid the rush of blood to your face with a smug smile, straightening your back. You dragged your hand through your hair to pull it back before you bent down, keeping eye contact with those blue eyes. If he was going to try and mess you up then you could at least try and do the same. He had moved his hand from the glass and had instead placed it on his thigh besides your head. You opened your mouth and glanced at the glass to make sure you got it. Before you took it into your mouth you made sure to lick the cream off the top, looking up at him through your lashes.

That got a reaction out of him. The grin he was so proudly wearing dropped and instead he stared down at you with his mouth slightly agape. It looked like he was already breathing heavy and you could see him clench his hand in the corner of your eye. Proud of your work you grabbed the shot glass with your mouth and threw your head back, downing the shot in one go. You gracefully grabbed the now empty glass and then slammed it on the table. You removed some of the cream that had gotten on the corner of your mouth with the knuckle of your finger.

“Next.” You said, confidence dripping from your voice. If the music wasn’t blaring through the speakers then you swear you could’ve heard Bakugou swallow nervously. Dabi just chuckled and stood up but before he had fully turned around you could see the outline of something in his pants, pushing against the fabric. You ego only grew at the sight.

“Your turn, hot stuff.” Dabi patted Bakugou's shoulder, pulling him from his hypnotised staring at your lips. He quickly realized what he had been doing and looked away, not ready to admit to his actions. Despite that he still walked over and sat on the chair.

He mimicked Dabi and spread his legs as well, his pants also straining on his crotch. Even in the dim light you could see that something was pushing against the fabric in his pants as well. Your gaze fell to it and your mind was about to start wandering if Bakugou's hand hadn’t gotten in the way when he placed the shot. Unlike Dabi, Bakugou wasn’t as confident and had a difficult time knowing where to place his hands, deciding in the end to just cross his arms. The action just made the muscles on his arms even more visible. He didn’t dare make any eye contact Once again you could feel your body react, your breathing slowing and becoming heavier but you were hoping they didn’t notice. But with your luck, Dabi must’ve. But you didn’t let him say anything as you just smiled again and leaned down. Bakugou was still not looking though and you just couldn’t have that. So you took your hands and placed them on his inner thighs, grabbing onto the surprisingly muscular meat.

You felt him jump slightly and snap his head to look at you. You just looked back up and smiled, giving him a wink. Bakugou would argue that it was just the red lights but you knew he was blushing mad. You decided to cut his suffering short, afraid that if you turned him on any more it’d start to be painful in those tight pants of his. So you opened your mouth, ignoring the obvious hard on right in front of your face and took the glass into your mouth. But as you pulled back up you heard Bakugou mutter something under his breath.

“Fuck, babygirl…”

His voice had been strained and quiet but you caught it in the middle of all the noise surrounding you despite him trying to cover his mouth with his clenched hand. And you lost it. You choked on the shot and had to grab the glass from mouth before your could down the whole thing. You coughed and placed a hand on your chest, trying to regain your breath. You placed the half empty glass on the table beside the other two. Bakugou shot out of his chair to make sure you were alright but didn’t quite know what to do.

“Shit…” You mumbled, realizing what had just happened. You lost. You looked up at Bakugou who was still worried about you choking while Dabi was closing in from the side. His grin was already giving away what he was thinking.

“Well well well, angel. You talked so big yet couldn’t take a little dirty talking. Cute. But what should we do with you now? Bakugou?” Dabi had snaked an arm around Bakugous shoulders once again, caging you in between the two men. Bakugou just looked at him confused and disturbed before it clicked in his head what he was talking about. He just grunted and looked back down at you, something had shifted in his eyes and they weren’t as innocent as they had been before.

“Let’s get out of here.”

You weren’t prepared for the tone of voice from the blonde. Your heart began beating quicker as you started to form an understanding of what you had gotten yourself into. Dabi just grinned and took a step back, motioning for us to “go ahead”. You looked to the table and saw the last shot and decided to down it too before standing up. Bakugou didn’t take a step back though and you hit his chest with your own, looking up at him surprised. You felt his hot breath against your face and his stare made you weak in the knees. His hands grabbed your waist and without a second thought he picked you up, throwing you over his shoulders.

You yelped at the sudden motion and saw the whole world start to move as Bakugou turned to head out the backdoor. Dabi soon joined your view, casually strolling behind you two, chuckling at the sight.

“Your place is close to here, right?” Bakugou asked, glancing back at the taller male who just nodded.

“Yup, third floor in the building just across from here.” Dabi took the lead and Bakugou followed. You just clinged to the back of Bakugou's vest, trying to see what was happening in the front and hoping not too many people saw you in such an embarrassing situation. But you couldn’t help but feel that maybe it didn’t matter, maybe what was about to happen was worth the embarrassment.

“I swear to god if the apartment is filthy or you haven’t changed the bed sheets since your last fuck buddy I’m taking her and leaving.” You watched the stairs as Bakugou went up them, still carrying you. One hand firmly planted on your ass, either to keep your dress from riding up or just because he wanted to cop a feel. As he finished his sentence you two stopped and you could hear a key turning in a lock and a door opening just after.

You weren’t put down until the door had once again been closed and you were all in Dabi’s apartment. And even then you didn’t have a moment to take in your surroundings as Bakugou blocked your view, grabbing your chin gently. You looked up into his eyes once again, meeting his deep red ones with your wide ones.

“I’ve been wanting to do this since you opened those pretty lips of yours.” He muttered, eyes glancing down at your lips and then up again. Wasting no more time he pressed his to yours and you almost couldn’t believe it. He was pressing firmly, almost as he was afraid it was a dream he’d wake from, tilting his head to the side as his hands found your neck. You closed your eyes, enjoying the moment and moving your hands over the shaved part of his head. That’s when a third pair of hands joined in.

“Don’t forget that this is a punishment, angel, not a prize.” Dabi whispered in your ear, his hands going down your front, finding the hem of your dress and pulling it up, exposing your panties. You gasped at the sudden movement only to have Bakugou use it to his advantage, slipping his tongue into your mouth and brushing it against your own. Your sounds were muffled as Dabi used one hand to cup your boob, the other sneaking down to feel you through your underwear. You knew he could feel your wetness through the fabric.

“Shit, so cute, you’re already wet… At this rate you’ll have to problem taking both of us.” You heard him muse as he looked at you from over your shoulder. You couldn’t respond thanks to Bakugou's invasion of your mouth and only whimpered. Dabi chuckled at your predicament and instead of trying to help you just made it worse by slipping his hands underneath the hem of your panties instead. Sliding two fingers between your nether lips he found the bundle of nerves placed between them. He didn’t even hesitate to start drawing slow circles around your clit.

You had to pull away from bakugou, putting your hands on his chest to keep him from going back for round two too quickly. You were panting and letting out small whimpers, unable to look at his face. He stared at you confused before realizing what the other man was doing and how it was affecting you. The two made eye contact with you in between them, Dabi never relenting on his assault on your bud.

“Oi, don’t you have a better place to do this then your hallway?” You heard Bakugou speak above you. His hands moved to your waist and then your back, pulling you closer to him defensively.

“You’re the one who couldn’t keep it in your pants long enough to move to the bedroom so don’t blame me, hot shot” Dabi finally pulled his hands out of your underwear and you took a deep breath of relief from the constant stimulus. You legs were quivering from the assault on your senses and the sudden lack of it. But before you could truly calm down you were pulled from Bakugou's warm embrace and into Dabi’s arms instead as he started to lead you away. You could hear Bakugou’s hurried steps behind and the rustling of clothes.

You moved through the small apartment and to a bedroom. The double bed was made and you were about to go sit down, give yourself a break. But as soon as you moved towards it a hand grabbed your arm, looking back at the owner of the hand you saw Dabi shaking his head.

“Remember what I said before? Punishment, not reward, babygirl.” You felt your stomach sink but ironically also fill with butterflies.

“Help her out of that dress and underwear, will ya, hot stuff?” You were handed over to Bakugou who looked about as confused as you. Dabi went and opened a cupboard and you heard the clinking of metal from it as he searched it’s content. He hummed in satisfaction as he placed a bottle on top of the cupboard and then something that glimmered in the light coming from the window. At the same time Bakugou had done as he was told, pulling the dress higher and higher and with your help it had slipped right off. The bra was quickly unclasped and thrown to the side as well just like the panties had been. You could feel his red eyes look you up and down, watching the newly exposed skin as if it were gold.

“Here we go… Hands in front, dollface.” Dabi sauntered back to you two and without thinking you obeyed, holding out your hands in front of you. He grabbed your wrists and soon the sound of something clicking shut filled the room. You looked at your wrists and saw handcuffs now hanging from them. The black fur was kind to your skin though and they weren’t too tight so you couldn’t complain. But you still stared in awe at them, as did Bakugou.

“Ain’t too tight? No? Good. Then get on your knees.” A simple hand on your shoulder had you falling to your knees without second thoughts. You began to wonder what these men had done to you.

As you were down there you watched Dabi unzip the black pants which had been getting tighter and tighter the further the three of you had gone. He dropped them to the ground and you watched as if hypnotised by the tent formed in his underwear. You could hear him chuckle above you, amused at your wide eyes stare. He did quick work of his underwear as well, fishing himself out of them with practiced skill. He was semi hard already, a tuft of hair at the base of his slim cock. He lazily started to work himself to full mast while watching you.

“Liking what you see, I take it. Good. I can see your mouth salivating already, why don’t you taste it?” You looked up at him for a split second before looking at his cock again which he’s let go already. You almost timidly pull on it, opening your mouth to take him in. You swirl your tongue over the tip before taking more and more into your mouth. You close your eyes to focus, letting him slip further down your throat. A hand carefully grabs the back of your head and grabs a handful of your hair. He’s impatient, probably from the build up at the bar and start to set a slow pace which you follow. You feel the tip of his dick drag across your tongue and the back again as the pace speeds up. Soon he’s set a reasonable pace and you open your eyes again to look up at him.

He’s panting and watching you closely, his eyes half lidded by now aroused he is. The sight makes you even hornier and you feel that you need some release yourself and move your hands down to your own crotch. But nothing slips past Dabi's watchful eyes and he speaks up before you can do anything about your own arousal.

“Hey, we didn’t tell you you could touch yourself. Why don’t you do something productive and jack Bakugou off instead? He’s been drooling all over you since you started bobbing your head like a good girl.” You looked to the side and saw Bakugou, he had pulled down his pants and underwear without you even noticing, even his vest was gone and shirt unbuttoned as he worked his own manhood. You two made eye contact and you reached out with your handcuffed hands. The blonde sucked in breath from between clenched teeth and took a step closer, letting you take over for him.

The three of you kept this up for a bit, you bobbing your head on Dabi's dick while he controlled your pace with his hands while your own hands were jacking off a panting and cursing Bakugou. You had lost track of time until Dabi pulled out of your mouth, your spit covering his shaft and your own chin. The lack of fullness had you desperately looking up at Dabi who was visibly trying to restrain himself. At the same time you slowed your hands movements, bewildered by the sudden pull out.

“Shit, don’t look at me like that, dollface, or I might just finish in your mou-” He was cut off by Bakugou grabbing your head and pulling you to him instead, taking full advantage of your open and confused mouth. He was much rougher than Dabi, instead of pacing you he was face fucking you, keeping your head still as he pounded your throat. But the moment only lasted so long as even Bakugou had to pull out as to not cum down your throat and cut his playtime short. You sputtered and coughed after the sudden invasion but was ultimately sad he had stopped.

“Sorry, babygirl but I had to know how your mouth felt wrapped around my cock.. It just looked so inviting and I couldn’t stand you looking at juts him like that.” Bakugou confessed, looking down at you, panting after the sudden burst of energy.

“I was wondering when that explosive personality was gonna play part in this. But enough foreplay, get her on her feet..” Bakugou helped you up, holding onto you so you wouldn’t fall. He pulled you up to his chest and slipped a hand between your legs. Now it was his turn with you and his fingers were much thicker than Dabi’s had been. He didn’t dwell too long on your clit, only playing with it a second before traveling deeper. By now your juices had stained your thighs and he had no problem slipping two fingers into you. Despite the roughing up he had done to your face before he was now slow and calculated in fingering you, pushing in and pulling out in deliberate movements. You were desperately needing something more and ground your hips into his hand. He paid you no mind as his mouth latched onto your neck, sucking on it so he knew it would leave marks. There was nothing you could do but moan and sigh, letting your head fall back on his shoulder.

You two were soon pulled out of your little bubble by the sound of chains falling. You opened your eyes and saw Dabi pulling on a chain from his ceiling. He noticed your staring and just smiled lazily, giving you a come hither motion with his hand. You could feel Bakugous hesitation but you were soon let go, his fingers slipping out of you. You stumbled forward to follow Dabi’s instructions. When you got close enough he pulled you to him by your handcuffs and raised them. Another click and your handcuffs were stuck to the chain, your arms raised above your head. Dabi took a step back and examined you, seemingly proud of his work.

“There we go, angel… Now the fun can really begin.” He stepped in close again and kissed your lips briefly. Then he left you standing there in the otherwise cold room. He went back to the cupboard and grabbed the bottle he placed there before. While he was gone Bakugou had once again snuck back to you, figuring out just what he had planned. He stood in front of you without saying a word, just watching your chest heave. Then he bent down and grabbed the back of your thigh. And then the other. Standing back up he pulled you with, lifting you up into the air and keeping you there, spread legs presenting everything to him. He looked down and then back up, grinning and leaning in close to you.

“Pretty little thing, aren’t you, babygirl? I’m gonna pound into you until you can’t think of anything but my cock in your pussy. How many times I’ve imagined pushing your face down on the counter at the bar and taking you right then and there, letting everyone see what a good fucking looks like. And I bet you would’ve taken it, wouldn’t you? Like a good girl you would’ve begged me to make you cum. Let’s see if you beg like my mind thinks you do.”

You were speechless. The words coming from Bakugou were something you wouldn’t have expected yet he was growling them to you as if he’d practiced it before hand. You swear you would’ve come right then and there if you didn’t know you’d be punished for it. He didn’t make it any easier when he pushed his thick dick inside of you, slowly but surely pushing himself to the hilt.

You were pulling yourself up on the chain involuntarily from the pleasure entering your system. Arching your back you felt your back hit something warm. Another hand joined on your body, one holding onto the underside of your thigh. Then something cold hit the small of your back and running down your ass making you gasp and clench on Bakugou’s cock.

“I see you two started the fun without me… That isn’t fair but I guess it wasn’t your fault, was it (Y/N)?” Dabi’s voice was behind you and you tried to look at him but your arm was blocking you from turning your head. His other hand suddenly appeared, clearly lubed up and pushing at your other hole. You naturally clenched up more and hear Bakugou curse in front of you.

“Shh no no babygirl, relax… You trust us right? We’ll make it feel good, I promise you’ll be cumming and screaming our names in minutes if you just… relax..” Dabi’s soothing voice calms you down and with some effort you managed to calm your muscles enough to let Dabi’s fingers enter. He praised you as he starts to pump one finger in and out of your whole, then two. It’s clear he’s done this before and knows exactly how to work your buttons. Bakugou wasn’t patient enough to wait for that long and was slowly pulling in and out of you himself, one hand having moved to have his thumb rub circles on your clit. Not enough to make you cum but enough to make you relax more.

Soon enough Dabi was able to scissor his fingers in your ass without you wincing in pain. He pulled out and used his now free hand to help hold you up after having lubed up his own dick. He started to push slowly, the head of his cock slipping into you and you gasp and arch your back again. He stops for a second, looking to make sure you’re still alright before he starts pushing again. Soon he’s pushed himself to the hilt together with Bakugou filling up your pussy. You’ve never felt this full and it did feel amazing, both men pushing at your most sensitive spots.

“See? I told you. Now let’s show you what it means to take two men at the same time, dollface. You’re gonna love it.” He whispered the last part in your ear and your eyes widened as they started to move. What started out in synchronised thrusts soon derailed as they picked up pace. Both of them pushing in and pulling out of you at whatever pace worked for them. Bakugou made sure his thrusts were deep and made you feel full as he sheathed inside you while Dabi was much more erratic and quick, stimulating and pounding the sweet spots of your inside. And their moaning, sighing and groaning was mixed together with your own noises as you all chased your releases. And they came quick

“D-dabi… Bakugou…. I’m about… to.. to cum... “ You managed to get out between moans and you hoped the two men heard you. Luckily they did as they both slowed down much to your own dismay.

“Is that so, angel? You’re gonna cum on our cocks as we pound into you, huh?” Dabi asked teasingly from behind you but Bakugou had other plans.

“Beg for it, babygirl. Beg. for. it.” Every word was emphasised with a thrust of his hips and you whimpered. You couldn’t help but hesitate as you looked into his eyes and saw that he was completely serious, his eyes glazed over and primal. But your need for release was greater and won over your own embarrassment rather quickly.

“Please… Please let me cum. I need to cum, I’ve been needing it since t-the beginning. Since I sucked your big cock, I’ve never been so horny. Fuck, please? Please pound i-into me until I can’t think of anything else, I wan’t you two to fill me and fuck me and and fuck shit, please.” You rambled on and on, trying to convince the two men to let you cum while your head felt fuzzy and you couldn’t think straight. You could see Bakugou’s grin grow on his face and he sped up his pace.

“Good fucking girl, begging like that…. shit… Alright, we’re counting down from 10. You can’t cum… until we reach 0.” You felt them both ready themselves to destroy you in those last 10 seconds and yet you didn’t care, nodding your head desperately.

“Good. 10”

They started, with a newly regained energy they went back to their quickest pace, no mercy this time. But you didn’t mind, you head went all fuzzy again and you got a far away look in your eyes.

“9”

“8”

“7”

“6”

“5”

One of Dabi's hands moved from your thigh and started to rub your clit again. You felt his grin against your shoulder and you cried out.

“Little more, babygirl. 4”

You felt the orgasm approach you like an oncoming train.

“3”

It wasn’t fair, none of this, you realized. But why did it turn you on so fucking much?

“2”

“1”

“Come on, (Y/N), cum.”

You didn’t need any more encouragement then that as you let the tidal wave hit you. It washed over you and made you spazz out, closing your eyes tightly as the two men didn’t stop. They became even more erratic in their movement and even quicker to pound in and out of you. As the white light flashed before your eyes you felt them cum too, filling you up yet they still moved. They both went quiet, trying to keep themselves from buckling under their own orgasms. Dabi’s fingers never stopped rubbing your clit.

Your orgasm had come and gone yet they didn't’t. Fucking. Stop. You were desperately whimpering and trying to pull away from the two but there was no way you could from your position. So you took it. Dabi’s fingers were rubbing your over sensitive clit and the two were like wild animals in heat as they kept fucking you. You didn’t know how but you didn’t care either, another orgasm was on its way way quicker than you had anticipated.

It hit you again and tears spotted your eyes, the electricity going through your body and making you shake once again. Only then did the two seem satisfied, slowing themselves down to a halt yet not pulling out. There’s was a moment of just silence apart from all of you panting and catching your breath from the whole ordeal. Then you started laughing

It was quiet but you laughed, exhausted. Soon the two joined in with their own quiet chuckled.

“Shit… That was really fucking good. Didn’t expect to have this good of a fucking time with this loser” Bakugou looked around you to give Dabi a look before looking back to you. He paused for a moment before he leaned up again, giving you a gentle kiss. You felt Dabi take his turn to leave a hickey on your neck as you kissed Bakugou but you couldn’t care less at that moment.

“I don’t know what you’re talking about, hot stuff. Thought you knew I was the best fuck in this whole damn place. Apart from angel here, of course” Dabi responded after he let go of your neck, happy with his work.

“So… Whose up for another shot?”

[flowesona]

Judgement - Yandere! Taehyung x reader

The Tarot Series

“You’re not mad?” Jimin was doubled over in shock, barely able to stay in his seat.

“I mean… I just want the best for you. But he’s such an obsessive person, and a complete control freak. I don’t think you deserve that.” 

“He’s not like that! Well, not any more, maybe.” (Y/N) read her friend’s face. Nothing but pure earnestness, truly believing that Kim Taehyung was a good person. 

“Did you want a refill?” Before she could say another word, Jimin was standing up with their coffee cups in his hands.

(Y/N) nodded dumbly. Her mind was plagued by the thought of her ex-boyfriend edging his way into her friend’s life to destroy it. 

The last time she’d seen Taehyung, he’d sworn she’d never find anyone like him. If she did, he would slit their throat, he would pull out their teeth. Anything to make his “imposter” pay. The idea that the same person who’d made such violent threats had now happily moved on was a jarring idea, but one that soothed (Y/N). Now they could both live their lives for the better. 

The smooth clunk of the cup onto the table awoke (Y/N) from her daydream, as she thanked her friend and blew on her beverage to cool it down.

As they drank their newly refreshed coffees and discussed trivial TV programs, all the tension seeped out of (Y/N) body. Finally, she felt like life was in order, and she could move on. 

The friendly conversation was interrupted by the sound of someone unlocked the door, shuffling in and removing their shoes.

“Tae? You’re home!” Jimin broke out into a grin seeing his boyfriend, clambering over the couch to greet him.

His hair was longer now, (Y/N) observed. His style was different, his skin had some ethereal glow to it. For a second she was worried she could fall in love with him again, only to see him give Jimin a peck on the cheek as he removed his jacket. Taehyung didn’t even look at her as he tossed his jacket aside, those deep, mysterious eyes that had once been fixed on (Y/N) were now focused on Jimin.

“Speak of the devil, we were just talking about you.” Jimin beamed, giving Taehyung’s cheek a playful pinch. 

“All good things, I hope?” He replied, settling down on the sofa besides (Y/N). She flinched slightly, wanting to shuffle away. Despite all of Jimin's assurances, she was still haunted by their last interaction. 

“I was just telling her how you’ve changed. You’re a new man, and I hope you two can be good friends from now on.” Jimin gave them his best puppy dog eyes. “You’ll at least try? For me?”

(Y/N) nodded, still watching Taehyung from the corner of her eye. He met her gaze, but there was a new warmth to his eyes as if he’d found serenity. The look that made her want to forgive him so badly.

*.·:·.☽✧    ✦    ✧☾.·:·.*

Not even her handheld fan to cool (Y/N) down from the intense summer heat was enough, as she furiously checked her watch. Jimin was late, and the movie was going to start in ten minutes. There was no way they’d have time to pay for tickets and snacks in time to be in their seats when the film starts. 

“Sorry I’m late!” Suddenly, Jimin was in her line of sight, tugging some unexpected baggage with him.

“Tae wanted to come. I hope that’s okay?” 

“Sure…” (Y/N) was too preoccupied to even acknowledge his presence as she led the couple into the cinema, almost groaning aloud when she saw the small queue. 

Luckily, Jimin was pleasant company as always, chatting to (Y/N) excitedly about the movie.

“What kind of name is Wachowski anyway? I’d put money on him being the secret villain or something.” As they were called to the front of the queue, Jimin suddenly flushed pink.

“(Y/N), can you buy these for me? I really need the toilet before it starts! I’ll pay you back, I swear.” Before she even had the chance to object he’d left, leaving his friend and boyfriend behind.

“Three tickets for the two-thirty showing, please.” Taehyung didn’t say anything, just observing as (Y/N) ordered flawlessly, reeling off her and Jimin’s traditional assortment of snacks for cinema trips. But when it came time to pay, before (Y/N) could get her card out of her wallet he was already inserting his into the reader without a word.

“Taehyung, you didn’t have to-” He placed a finger on her lips, giving her a soft smile that made her heart melt.

“My treat.” 

He picked up Jimin’s confectionery and followed (Y/N) as they navigated towards their screen, finding Jimin right outside. The grin that erupted onto Jimin’s face, as if he was being given the world, was a sight to see.

His best friend and his boyfriend were with him, giving him everything he could possibly want. (Y/N) couldn’t possibly bear to break his heart, and swallowed all objections to Taehyung’s presence. She could be optimistic for Jimin’s sake, to give him the fulfilment that he deserved. Perhaps Taehyung had learned he was better without her. Even if now, (Y/N) had started to want him back.

*.·:·.☽✧    ✦    ✧☾.·:·.*

“(Y/N)! Open the door! Please, (Y/N)! We need to talk!” The sobs of Jimin accompanied by the banging on her door were enough to warrant (Y/N) removing her headphones and going to greet him, despite it being dark outside and herself being ready for an evening of watching netflix alone with a bowl of store-bought gnocchi.

Jimin didn’t even hesitate pushing past her into her apartment.

He was an absolute mess. His hair was sticking up, his nose and eyes were red and puffy, and his whole body was trembling intensely.

“You were right. He’s a maniac.” Jimin managed to say shakily.

“Did you guys have an argument? You can stay at mine for the-”

“He’s insane!” Jimin cut her off. “I-I-I was at his place, and I wanted one of his shirts to stay warm. B-B-But then I found this in his drawer.”

He dug into his pocket to pull out a pair of lacy black panties.

“At first I thought he was cheating on me, and that was enough to make me want to kill him. But then I realised.” He pushed the undergarments into her hands, a fresh wave of anguish taking over.

“These are yours, (Y/N). I remember, we picked them out for your first date with him. Look, there’s a tear in them, because we got them discounted?” The young woman was frozen with horror as Jimin continued. “So I confronted him. He said there was no point in acting anymore. He never gave a shit about me, and only used me to get closer to you again. He used my feelings so that you would forgive him for the sake of our friendship, and as soon as you two were well acquainted enough he’d discard me so that you two could date again.”

“Oh, Jimin, I’m so sorry.” (Y/N) pulled her friend into a tight hug, letting his tears wet her hair as heavy sobs wracked his body.

“I-I’m the one who’s sorry. I ignored your warning, and I let him back into your life stupidly thinking he was a new man.” He wailed. 

(Y/N)’s attempts of comforting him were suddenly interrupted as she heard a tame knocking at the door.

“It’s him, it’s him. It’s got to be. (Y/N), what are we going to do?” Jimin whimpered.

“He can’t do anything, right? If he tries to break in or something, we can call the police.” (Y/N) whispered back. For a few seconds, there was silence. Then the door swung open, Taehyung strolling in casually. From the charm on the set of keys in his hand, (Y/N) knew it was Jimin’s spare set, and cursed the man internally as she held him closer.

“Jimin, you were the perfect boyfriend. Always letting me see your location on snapchat, letting me know where you keep your spare keys, not calling the police when things get a bit out of hand.” Taehyung cooed, striding towards them. “But I think our relationship is over now.” 

“Get out of my home, psycho.” (Y/N) hissed, still clinging to Jimin.

“Come on, (Y/N), you should have known. After all, I told you I could never stop loving you until the day I die.” Taehyung had a familiar simper on his face, the exact expression he’d had when she’d broken up with him and he’d promised she would be back in his arms in a year.

“You’re a monster. You played with Jimin’s feelings just so you could be back in my life. And for what? To control me again, to make me your puppet again?” She snarled, her fingers slightly digging into Jimin out of pure anger.

“For you, my love. You can call me whatever you want, you can despise me from the bottom of your heart. But I will not stop until you are mine again, no matter what.” 

“Go fuck yourself, bastard.” Jimin finally spoke up, his voice slightly hoarse.

“Jimin. You’ve been useful to me, but now that time is over. I think you should leave me and (Y/N) alone now.” Taehyung purred, one hand dipping into his jacket pocket.

Jimin shook his head, pushing (Y/N) behind him. 

“You were good to me, Jimin. Don’t be a thorn in my side now.” Taehyung growled, but the older man refused to back down. 

“Well then.” Taehyung drew a gun from his pocket. “I’ll have to get rid of you.” 

Jimin was visibly shaking with fear, but he didn’t budge an inch.

“(Y/N), get out of here now.” He said, managing to keep down the tremble in his voice.

“I can’t.” She tried to suppress her overwhelming dread as she spoke. “What do you want, Taehyung?”

As Jimin was about to protest for his friend’s sake, Taehyung cocked the gun to silence him.

“This is why you’re perfect, my love. Always so kind to your friends.” He held out his hand to her. “We should get sushi tonight, we haven’t had a proper date in a while. Come on.”

When (Y/N) placed her hand in his, giving one last longing look at Jimin to beg for his safety, she was spooked by how familiar his touch was. Taehyung wasn’t a new man, he couldn’t change after all. For (Y/N), his obsessive love was everlasting.