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143 pt. 2

Hwang Hyunjin x afab!reader

Pt1 here.

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Genre: smut, angst, collage au! Friends to lovers

Other pairings: Han Jisung x Lee Minho

Warnings: smut, nail kink, un- and protected sex, fingering, oral, mention of alcohol, mentioned masturbation (m), slight edging, cock warming, semi-public sex,

Word count: 6.8k

Character count: 36.5k

A/n: this is even longer🫠 anyways! This is pt. 2 of the 143 Hwang Hyunjin x afab!reader. Please keep in mind that English isn’t my first language so I apologise for my mistakes beforehand. This does not represent any real people this is all fiction.

You were drunk. Really drunk. What happened between you and Hyunjin, didn’t help at all, you are walking down the hall with the dorm-doors on both sides of you. Hyunjin had given up on his jacket and had thrown it over his shoulder after your bathroom experience. He also couldn’t bother fixing his messy hair, which made him look even more drunk. You’re carrying your heels in your hands but still can’t walk straight. The both of you are laughing about some old memory you accidentally mentioned on the way home from Minho’s party. You reach Hyunjin’s dorm and you stop. “Oh you wanted to sleep over?” He asks and tilt his head to the side. “No- I mean sure, but that wasn’t why I stopped. Your dorm is here, there’s no need to walk me home. It’s only 7 numbers down.” You answer, giggling. “That’s nothing to worry about. As you said yourself: it’s only 7 numbers down. You think I’m that out of shape?” He laughs as your face changed as the last words left his lips. “God I hate you sometimes.” You answer, “but I’d love sleeping over, if that’s okay with you and Jisung of course?” You say with a teasing tone while running your hands over his jaw and neck to put your arms around his neck. He grabs your waist and pull you in for a passionate kiss. He gives out a smirk followed by; “yeah. I bet Jisung isn’t home anyway. He’s probably hooking up with someone at Minho’s party” he laughs as he softly pull away from you. “I just gotta go home and tell Jeongin I’m back alright?” You say as Hyunjin make a fake jealous face. “Don’t look at me like that! Jeongin is not quite my type, and I’m not his either.”

You knew that. Every time someone asked if you had slept together (as you were one of the “unlucky” girls that had to share a dorm with someone of the opposite sex (they were seriously acting like this was middle school)) he always looked so annoyed. And you fully understood that. You knew he loved you, and you loved him. Just not like that. That one time he brought someone over, you were really surprised, cause’ she seemed to be very different from you. Before that happened you thought Jeongin had some feelings for you, but you were convinced it was just his was of being respectful.

“Do you have a problem with me following you home?” He chuckle. You sigh. “No. Let’s go then” continued by a smile. Before you barely moved Hyunjin picks you up and was carried you on his back. You let out a small squeak by his actions; “Jin!” You say flustered, “oh shut up. You know you like it,” he says with a laugh, able to read you like a book. It’s not the first time he carried you like this. Just the first time after the feelings appeared. The feeling of being wrapped around someone you loved and adored made you feel so secure. And tired. Your energy definitely drained at your intimate moment. The alcohol in your blood was what keeping you going.

Hyunjin reach into your purse to fetch up a key before carefully lifting you down. “Ladies first,” he says with a fake British accent. Waving his hands toward the entry. “Y/n!” You hear a familiar voice from the living room. “Hey- Jisung?” You say confused as you thought it was Jeongin’s voice. The two men are sitting in the living room playing cards. “Jeongin is ordering pizzas, you want anything?” Jisung asks. Jeongin notice the two of you, smiling as it was obvious the date didn’t go terrible. You look at Hyunjin, who had put a hand around your thigh. “Sure, anything would be great!” You answer.

You enter your room to throw your bag on the bed and change into something more comfortable. “Can I watch?” Hyunjin say with a smirk and giggles as you removes your shirt. You sarcastically roll your eyes at him as your bra are revealed. You pick out a white, oversized T-shirt from your drawer and put that on. You roll down your skirt, as your panties were revealed. You could feel Hyunjin’s eyes hovering over your body but he is respectful and doesn’t do anything. He lets out a slight smile by your beauty. You take your sweatpants from your closet and put them on before crawling on top of Hyunjin. Hyunjin was leaning on the headboard of the bed and you place yourself on his lap, giving him a peck on the lips. He smells like alcohol and lust. “Do you wanna change as well?” You ask, pointing to the set of his clothes you always have at your place. He nods and get changed quickly.

You play a few different card games as the doorbell rings. “Pizzaaaaa” Jisung vocalises as he runs towards the door. When he opens the door, no pizza is to be seen, but a girl. “Hey Jisung, I know this isn’t your dorm but is Hyunjin here?” Jisung looks awkwardly toward you sitting on the sofa, “uhm- Hyunjin! Chae-won is here.” Jisung yells. Chae-won looks relieved and gave out a smile. Before Hyunjin stand up he gives you a reassuring hand squeeze.

You can’t hear what they’re saying, but there’s silence in the living room. You can feel the two boys’ gaze going between the door, you and each other. You see two arms wrap around the tall man standing in the door frame, but he pushes them away. He says something with a louder voice, you still can’t quite hear what they say. Hyunjin close the door and make his way towards the living room. You turn your head towards the others sitting across you. They quickly look away, and pretend to fiddle with their cards.

Hyunjin walks in with 5 pizzas in his hand. “Wait-“ Jisung tries to say but is interrupted by Hyunjin’s answer: “she met the pizza deliverer on the way, and he asked for help to find the dorm. She placed them beside the door.” “Beer? Soda?” Hyunjin looks at you.

“I’ll take water. We have school tomorrow,”

“Crap that’s right. Why did Minho throw a party on a Sunday anyway?”

“Minho..? Oh how is he?” Jisung asks quiet.

“Wait you didn’t go the party?” You tilt your head to the side.

“No I uh- I wasn’t invited.” Jisung says silently. That was weird. Jisung is always invited to party’s, he is usually the life of the party.

There had been some hard (both figuratively and literally) feelings between the two boys. You weren’t quite sure, but didn’t ask. They used to be really close though.

Jisung was on his way back to his dorm and he gives Hyunjin a quick look. “Oh did you wanna sleep over y/n? Jisung is leaving now, and I’m the only one who has a key.” Hyunjin asks. Jisung had apparently lost his key at some girls house once. “Yeah! Bye In!” You yell and close the front door behind you.

On your way back to Jisung and Hyunjin’s dorm, Jisung eyes how you and Hyunjin’s hands are locked together. “You two finally a thing? Crap!” You look confused at Jisung.

“What do you mean?” You ask, confused.

“Now I gotta listen to you fucking every day AND I lost a bet with Jeongin!”

Hyunjin bursts out laughing, clapping his hands

“No, you know what? Maybe that’s not a bad thing” Jisung adds with a smirk. Normally you would’ve been embarrassed, but the alcohols seemed to have an effect on you (funny enough).

“Looks like we’ll move to my dorm then,” you say teasingly and stops walking.

“No! Please I haven’t had an orgasm in like 5 days!”

“5 days? That doesn’t sound like Jisung,” Hyunjin chuckle.

“Oh really? How long has it been since you had one?” Jisung ask mockingly and you try to hold back your laugh. Hyunjin looks at his watch and squeeze your hand. “About 4-5 hours ago,” he say with a smirk and Jisung quickly looks at you before looking back at Hyunjin. A wave of disappointment hits his face and a groan left his lips.

The time was currently way past midnight. You join Hyunjin in bed after removing your bra and brushing your teeth. “You know, I thought a lot about earlier and- was the stretch too much for you? I’m sorry if it was, I was just- or probably still am too drunk,” Hyunjin mention as you tug yourself under the blanket and resting your head against his bare chest. “I know all this just started today, but I wanna make it up to you. And I also think that Jisung could use something other than his normal go-to porn.” Hyunjin chuckle. You can hear faint groans coming from the other side of the wall. Not groans of pleasure but groans of struggles. “I mean only if you can manage tha-“ you interrupt him with a kiss that is starting to turn into a make-out session. “The stretch was a lot, but totally worth it,” you say in between tongue wrappings.

Your lips parted again, you can feel his breath as he lets out a chuckle. His lips are tracing down your jawline, your neck and going to your collarbone. “Lift up?” He says as he tries to get your shirt off. You do as commanded and your bare breasts are revealed. “Goddamn. I could never get enough of these” Hyunjin say muffled, “Jin-“ you moan. “Be rough please,” you beg and place your hands on the top of his head to press it further down to your breasts. His cold fingers making you whimper.

“Just tell me if we’re going too fast alright?” He makes sure before a sudden change in his eyes that almost scare you. Hyunjin slides his hand down your underwear. A groan escapes his lips as he feels how wet you already are. The vibrations from his groan making you moan as well. His fingers sliding through your folds and making circles on your clit before one of his fingers enter your core. “Fuck-” You moan a bit too loudly as the struggling groans stop from the man on the other side of the wall. Hyunjin pumps his finger a few more times before adding two more. Your moans fill the the room and Hyunjin pulls his fingers out, not far from your high.

“Crap!” You moan as you try to trap his hand to put them back into you. He clearly had some experience in this. He shoves his two fingers in your mouth and cups your face with his free hand. “You’re so perfect,” he compliments as he watch you taste yourself.

You aren’t sure if it was the strong feelings or the alcohol or maybe a mix between both that makes the both of you move so fast. But you have known each other for 13 years. You knew him, knew every bit of him (now physically and personally). He leans down to kiss your bellybutton, and grabs your waist. He leaves kisses and hickies on every inch of your body, claiming it as his.

You can spot his erection poke through his sweats. You reach a hand down to rub on it to please him as well. A groan leaves his lips; “eager are we?” He say, pinning your hands above your head. “Down on your knees.” Hyunjin commands, throwing a pillow on the floor to protect your knees. You do as said looking at him, rolling your hips from the tension between your legs. Hyunjin pulls out his length and you wrap your hands around it. He hiss as your cold hands touch the tip to spread the pre cum that had formed from all the fingering earlier. You give him a quick kiss on the tip before taking him all the way in, making you gag.

“Shit. You’re so good at this y/n,” Hyunjin moan as your lips wrap all over his cock. “You think so?” You laugh, giving him a few strokes before continuing the head. “Fuck. I bet Jisung is having the time of his life right now.” He chuckle, throwing his head back. You stroke the part that you can’t fit in your mouth and hollow your cheeks more and more. “Fuck- so good.. so good for me-“ he moans.

You pull off with a slight pop to catch your breath, your hands still stroking him. Your long nails clicking together once in a while,

“fuck. Those nails,” Hyunjin say

“Shit. Did I scratch you?”

“No they’re - fuck - they’re so hot”

“You have a thing for nails huh?”

“I uh-“

“Don’t be embarrassed, everyone has something that turns them on. You know, it’s good to know.” You give him a smirk as you stand up to give him a kiss. Your nails dig into his shoulder as he gives you a slight slap on the ass. “God. You think you can handle me now? Please tell me if the stretch is too much alright love? I don’t want to hurt you again.” Hyunjin wants to confirm with you before doing anything that could hurt you. You nod. “Go ahead then. Lay down,” he says, gesturing a hand towards the bed. You lay down spreading your legs.

Hyunjin are going at an incredible speed. At the first thrust he stopped so you could adjust for a minute before giving a quick smile and he slowly continued. His pace was now at an impossible speed. The room are filled with your moans and sounds of skin slapping together. Hyunjin throws your legs over his shoulders and hits all the right spots. “GOD YES” you moan as he growl into your neck. Sweat are dripping from Hyunjin’s forehead, the only cold thing between you two are the chain around his neck.

“C-coming,” he pants as he releases into the condom. Your second orgasm arrives as well.

“Are you okay?” Hyunjin asks as he softly gives you a kiss on the lips. You’re drained from energy, and as soon as pulls out, you put his shirt on and tug under the blankets again. “Okay!? More than okay! How do you do that?” You ask with a chuckle, still struggling to catch your breath. “What time is it? 02.30!? We’ve been going for almost 3 hours? There’s something special with you y/n” he say with a smile, before joining you in bed. You quickly fall asleep with Hyunjin’s arms around you.

You wake up with the light from the pretty sunrise shining on your face. Hyunjin are sitting and painting, or at least trying to. “Good morning,” he says as he puts the paintbrush on the table beside him. “How are you? School starts in two hours” the feelings from all those months came rushing back. He looks so beautiful with his blonde, messy hair. So- angelic “I uh- I’m hangover” you say as a headache come rushing to your skull. “Yeah, me too. Stupid of Minho to throw a party on a Sunday anyway.” He stand up and sit beside you.

“Yesterday-“

“Was it too much? Are we moving too fast? I’m sorry if we are, but my feelings for you haven’t changed. I’m in love with you y/n and I’ve been for the past five years. I wasn’t sure before but after summer- I wasn’t unsure anymore.”

“Five years? Oh. I’m sorry Hyunjin. And with everything that happened between me and-“

“No no. It’s fine, I’m just happy I got to be so close with you for all those years,” he smile.

“Me too. That vacation really changed you huh? Everyone seem to be so into you. More than they used to.”

“They just can’t handle how handsome I am,” he jokes.

“Handsome? Hah.” You joke back,

Hyunjin throws a pillow at you and rolls his eyes

“Breakfast?” He ask

“Shower.” You answer.

“Alright, let’s go.”

Your heart skip a beat. Hyunjin might’ve seen you naked while you had sex, but that was different, now he had to see you naked in front of him in the shower. All your insecurities suddenly come rushing back.

“If you want to of course?” The look in his eyes changes from playful to more questioning. “No! I mean yeah, of course I want to. It’s just-“ you hesitate. You aren’t sure how to tell him that you’re insecure of your body. “I won’t look. I can just hold you if that’ll help? I promise you, you’re beautiful.” He state. “Alright. You go first then.” Just as the words leave your lips he gives you a kiss on the forehead and leaves the room.

Five minutes later you can hear the water start running, and that’s your call to leave the room. You pass through the living room and the kitchen and just as you were about to open the door, you spot Jisung at the corner of your eye. “Good morning y/n,” he was quiet. Not like in a sad or awkward way more- respectful. “Good morning? D-“ “you bet.” That was the last you heard, as he closes the door to his room behind him. That was your signal to enter the bathroom.

You stand there all naked. If you wanted to run it should be now. Should you? No of course not! The boy you had those strong feelings for are standing right behind that curtain- “you coming?” A voice say, from the shower. “Yes I uh- just close your eyes.” You say a bit ashamed of the fact that he knew all along you were standing there. “Of course.” You take a deep breath in and step into the shower. He stands there. Closed eyes with his head tilted upwards, the water running down his face. His Adam’s apple on full display. His plump lips being hit by the water running down his tall body. You take the last step and you are now resting your head on his chest. “Are you okay with this? I can leave if there’s a problem.” Hyunjin say as he lowers his head onto yours. He gives you a kiss on the head and opened his eyes. All he can see is the top of your head, and the shower curtain in front of him. “I’m more than okay. Please don’t leave.” You say as you look up into his eyes only giving him a sight of your chest pressed onto his. A smile appears on his lips and you tuck you head back into his chest.

You’re sitting waiting for the bell to eat so you can finally get something to eat. The last 10 minutes of history seems to be the longest you’ve ever waited. The girl sitting beside you was sick today but she would normally have been able to help you with taking notes and understanding what is being said. You stare into the back of Hyunjin’s head. Admiring how beautifully half of his hair is put up in a ponytail. Chae-won seems to be looking at Hyunjin once in a while but he ignores her. Hyunjin looks back at you, smiling. Ice cream? He mouths. You give out a little smile and just as you are about to nod, a harsh pull in your hair from behind, makes your head being thrown backwards. You turn your head to look behind you. The stinging feeling from your scalp are making your anger rise.

Jeong-hun. “What the hell Jeong!?” You whisper. “Move your big head I can’t see anything!” He whispers back. The bell rings and the both of you stand up. He is taller than you but that doesn’t stop you from giving him a harsh slap across the face. You can see his friends laughing in the corner. He grabs your collar and pull you close to him. “Those pretty little lips of yours, maybe they’re not worth ruining. At least not with this kind of violence. I might just take them aaaalll to myself.” He says with a smirk. You manage to pull yourself free of his grip and land on the floor. Just as he’s about to walk closer to you he is met by a punch. “Arh- what the hell- Hyunjin?” He says surprised; “what the hell man!” Jerk. You thought. Even if the two of you weren’t dating he would still have stood up for you. “Fuck off.” Hyunjin says. Jeong-hun narrows his eyes considering if it is worth it to take up the fight. Hyunjin’s face expression is calm. But you can feel the rage coming from him and clearly Jeong-hun can as well. He rolls his eyes and say; “you’re no fun anyway. Come on, let’s get some food guys.” Hyunjin turns to look at you and squats in front of you. “Are you alright?” He ask. “Yeah. Thank you.” You say with a smile. You stretch your neck to see if anyone was still in the classroom. You lean in for a kiss and Hyunjin follow.

Jisung walks into the classroom. “Can I watch?” He ask with a smirk. Hyunjin’s lips leaves yours and he stand up, offering you a hand. You take it and are quickly standing up again. Hyunjin walks over to Jisung and are greeted by; “three hours? That’s a new record dude! Aren’t you tired?” Jisung asks, “I’m hangover. Did it help?”

“You bet! God. Please stay at our place every time you decide to fuck!” Hyunjin rolls his eyes and looks over at you and that is your signal to come over. Jisung eyes you when you walked their way. “She is quite a catch,”

“This is not some kind of game Ji. I love her.”

“You do? Damn, never thought it would actually happen between you, well one times gotta be the first.”

You take Hyunjin’s hand. “Hey Jisung, what’re you doing here?”

“Watching you two make out on the floor” he jokes

“No, I just heard there was a fight, wanted to make sure you were okay,”

“Yeah thank you, I’m okay. It wasn’t that serious but Jin came to the rescue. Not that I wouldn’t have been able to do it myself,” you joke and do a fake punch in Hyunjin’s stomach. He join the game and pretends to fall over in slow motion.

“Yup. I’m leaving now, this is too lovey dovey for me” Jisung laugh and leave the classroom. “So? Ice cream and a movie after school?” Hyunjin asks, “okay!”

“Oh c’mon! You seemed to like my nails so much last night.” You chuckle teasingly.

“Your smile is pretty-“

“No! No talking around this!”

“… fine. Only if I get the pretty hairband.”

“You don’t need a hairband for a manicure-“

“Now you do.”

“Then you have to put a face mask on as well.”

“… no”

“Looks like I’m cutting my nails then!”

“Okay fine! Put the stupid mask on me then,” Hyunjin say, followed by a sarcastic eye roll.

“Yay! Thank you Jin!”

“Don’t tease-“ he says looking to the side as he blush.

You file and paint Hyunjin’s nails and notice how his chest start to rise quicker as he watches the smooth precise movements you do with your hands. “Fuck. Your hands are so pretty,” Hyunjin say. “I can’t believe you have a kink for nails,” you laugh and place yourself on his lap. “Shut up. I can’t help it,” Hyunjin groan and place a kiss on your lips.

You feel it. His hard on. “Fuck- I’m sorry, I just can’t control myself when you’re like that-“ He apologise. You start slowly rolling your hips and locking your lips onto his. “Oh but I’m on my period, we can’t,” you say with a teasing tone and continue to grind against him. “I-It’s probably good we take it slow anyway. Crap.” it is only the thin layers of clothes between the two of you. “Fuuck baby” he groan. Your make out session continue for a while but he suddenly grabs your hips to stop them from moving, “if you continue I won’t be able to stop,” your foreheads are locked together and you can feel his hot breath on your swollen lips. “Let’s continue the movie then,” you smile and crawl off his lap, “me practically riding you probably wasn’t the best idea either.” “Yeah, let me just- go finish up. gosh you’ve made a mess already.” He chuckle.

The movie ended and you are hungry. But not only for food. You’re extremely turned on after your make out session, “Hungry?” You look at Hyunjin with wide eyes as a if he could read you like a book. “Yeah but can I hop in the shower first?” You want to relax, wash all the thoughts off of you. Hyunjin said it; ‘it’s probably better if we take it slow’. “I’ll make you some food then, princess.”

‘Princess..’ you need that shower. NOW.

“Mhhmmm” your eyes rolls in the back of your head, “this is so good! Did you make this?”

“No Felix made it. He left some when he was here.”

Hyunjin had met Felix at a dancing competition and they got really close. If you weren’t his best friend, Felix would definitely be.

“Oh he visited? I thought he was still in Australia.”

“He got back last weekend and he came over with this.”

“Well it was delicious, can we go to bed now?”

“Yes, let’s go” Hyunjin gives you a peck on lips and the two of you go to bed.

It has been two weeks since you and Hyunjin had had sex. ‘Taking it slow’ gosh, this was too slow. Everything was suddenly a turn on. How his black hair was slowly growing back, the way he scratches his neck, the way his hair was tied in a half ponytail, the rings on his fingers and how he would change his position in the boring chair once in a while. You need something. No. Someone. Him. You need Hyunjin in some way. You stare at the back of his head, chewing on your pencil as a thought cross your mind.

You raise your hand, squeezing your thighs together as you wait for the teacher to notice. “Yes y/l/n?” “Can I go to the bathroom please?” You asks. “Yes.” You stand up and brushes your fingers along Hyunjin’s arm as you pass by him. You can feel his eyes following you as you leave the classroom. Hopefully he got the hint, or you’ll have to do this yourself.

You enter the bathroom and looked in the mirror. Hyunjin loved you. You still couldn’t get that out of your head. Love. You check every stall to make sure nobody is here.

The door opens and in step the tall, handsome boyfriend of yours. He walks over to you and grabs your waist and you throw your arms around his neck. “Please Jinnie- I need you so bad. We haven’t slept together in two weeks!”

“You wanted to take it slow-“

“No you wanted to take it slow. Plus, not sleeping together for two weeks isn’t taking it slow.”

“I said it cause I didn’t want to scare you off. I love you. If you want to, we can move faster”

“Whatever. Please just fuck me Jinnie!” You say throwing your head into his chest. Hyunjin places his hand on the back of your head and locks his lips onto yours. You move into a stall and Hyunjin makes his way to your breasts but you push him away and guided his hands towards your crotch and you can feel the heat coming from your core. “Can I pull that pretty skirt off of you?” You hear the lust in his voice. “Please.” And so he does, revealing your black laced panties. “May I take that shirt off of you mister?” You jokingly say. “Oh please madam,” he joke back, his tongue resting on your bottom lip, asking for permission to enter.

“Fuck-“ Hyunjin kisses your clit and inner thighs through your panties. This was just what you needed, then it didn’t matter that it was in the school toilet. He runs his fingers along the rem of your underwear and pulls them off.

Hyunjin’s tongue is making circles around your clit while two of his fingers are curling up inside you. You are sitting on the toilet with Hyunjin eating you out. The wonders he can do. “Shit. Hyunjin I’m-“ just like that he pulls away, “wh-“ you’re interrupted by a hand covering your mouth. “Someone entered” he whispers in your ear. He is fast, his movements precise. He picks you up and places himself on the toilet and slowly lifts you down on his length. “Fuck you’re tight-“ he whispers with a low groan. Neither of you dares to move. You bury your face in his neck as you are adjusting to his length. “Are you alright?” He whispers, “y-yes” you manage to say. You do not want to get caught even if it might’ve been a turn on for someone, it isn’t for you. Those were some of the most popular girls talking, if they caught you everyone would suddenly know that you were fucking Hyunjin on a toilet.

“Omg did you hear what Minho said?”

“No what?”

“Hyunjin is sleeping with y/n!”

“What!? No way! Why her? He’s like too handsome for her.”

“Aren’t they like best friends?”

“Yeah but apparently Hyunjin had always liked her.”

One of the three girls that had entered the bathroom groan; “oh come on! I was totally gonna ask him on a date today, he looked at me at lunch!”

“No you weren’t. We all know you don’t have the confindence to ask Hwang Hyunjin out.”

“But if you suddenly get it, you can always ask him- like they’re only sleeping together right?”

“I think so. Minho saw them at his party a few weeks ago.”

“Oh yeah that’s right! They’re friends aren’t they?”

“Yeah, Jeongin, Hyunjin, Felix, Chan Hyung and… Jisung”

“Jisung? Does Jisung and Minho know each other?”

“Yeah apparently something happened between them. Didn’t Minho Hyung tell you anything, Min-ji? He is your boyfriend.”

“No he doesn’t really like talking about it. And me and Minho didn’t start dating before his party.”

“And besides I-“

The girls leave the bathroom. “You know I’m not only with you to sleep with you right?” Hyunjin say. Wow that thought hadn’t crossed your mind before. “Yeah- I wasn’t doubting that, I think the two weeks proved that,” you chuckle.

“Can I move?” You nod.

“Fuck, how are you always so tight y/n?” You only manage to whimper in response. “You’re so - fuck - cute like this” Hyunjin says with a heavy breath “all fucked out by me, your messy hair is so beautiful.” You pick up your pace, “Hyunjinah-“ “fuck y/n-“ he lifts you off and stroke his cock a few times before long ropes of cum runs down his toned body. You grab some paper to clean him up. “Do people know we’re together? You told Minho?” You ask confused.

“No I-“ he sighs “when I whispered in his ear, I asked if there was somewhere more private I could take you. Not that I was planning to sleep with you but-“

“Nono, I totally get it. I was only curious.”

“Great. I just really don’t wanna lose you over some stupid argument.” He says while putting on his belt “by the way. Felix, Chan Hyung, Jisung, Jeongin and maybe Minho Hyung is meeting up later. You’re welcome to join if you want to?”

Felix was one of sweetest people you had ever met but Chan Hyung? You had only met him a few times. The older boy seemed caring and extroverted but you didn’t know him that well. He probably didn’t remember your name anyway. You had only met him when Hyunjin and Felix performed and he went to give Felix a birthday gift. You also met him at a party a year ago. But you were just talking with Ryujin a we-are-friends-when-the-popular-people-hates-us friend. But she was cool. The point is that you weren’t really talking with him you only introduced yourself once.

“Yeah, I’d love to.” You say, slipping on your panties and fixing your skirt. You turn the lock and walk out of the stall heading towards the mirror to check if there was any signs of your little hook-up. A little messy hair but that was gone in a second. You tighten your tie and head towards the door. “See you in class lover boy.”

The boys chose a club that was just down the street. Minho is no where to be seen, but the tension between him and Jisung hasn’t changed. You and Hyunjin sits at the bar and laugh about something nobody would normally remember. The two of you arrived early for once. A few minutes after your arrival, Felix arrived. “Oh hey Felix! Long time no see, how was Australia?” You ask and hug him. “It was great seeing my family again and visiting Sydney.” Felix is an exchange student from Australia. He has Australian background and visited his family for the first time in a year.

Later Chan arrives, followed by Jeongin and a doubting Jisung. “You’re y/n right?” Wow. Chan Hyung actually remembered your name, you are surprised. “The one and only.”

“Christopher Bang,”

“Oh I thought-“

“Yeah you can call me Chan, that’s my Korean name.”

“Wait- are you Australian as well?”

“Yeah, born and mostly raised in Sydney. We moved back to Korea when I got older.”

“Oh well-“ a tap on your shoulder interrupts you; “y/n look.” And so you do. In walks Minho. Jisung freezes before downing his drink and ordering a few more. Minho greets Jeongin and his eyes only quickly goes over Jisung before moving to Felix to greet him.

Jisung is quiet. He hadn’t seen Minho for a while. Or so you assume. Your curiosity is killing you so you finally decide to take action:

“Excuse us for a second,” you say with a smile and pull Hyunjin to the side. “You gotta tell me what happened between them! You always tell me everything,” you say with a serious tone but your puppy eyes is the trick. “I promised Jisung I wouldn’t tell anyone but- alright. Jisung had developed feelings for Minho and they had slept together but weren’t anything official. Jisung apparently walked in on Minho making out with a girl. I don’t know who she was, but I think he knew her.” Hyunjin say, looking around to make sure no one is listening; “they got into a huge fight. I don’t know if it got physical but it was bad. Minho Hyung didn’t leave to visit family, he left because he couldn’t even look at Jisung. He’s back now and with a girlfriend.” Hyunjin sighs.

“Wow- I didn’t know it was that bad-“ you give Hyunjin a quick peck on the lips before heading towards Jisung. You sit beside him; “if this is too much- we can always drive you home. I didn’t drink too much yet and I can stay sober if you need that.” You say to Jisung. “Thank you y/n, but- I think I’m okay. Plus I have all these to finish before leaving anyways.” He points to the three drinks he ordered. “There’s no need to drink your emotions away. They’re all gonna flood back tomorrow then.” Hyunjin says and place a hand on Jisung’s shoulder.

Jisung promised he didn’t need a lift home and he could handle it. But you could always call an Uber if it all ended up in too much anyway. You and Hyunjin is dancing in the crowd. Bodies dragging up against each other, the loud music, the bright lights and the smell of alcohol and sex always ended in you being turned on. As well is Hyunjin. He’s grabbing your hips as you rock your body to the music. Hyunjin holds your jaw, lips dancing not even inches apart but something stops you. Hyunjin turns around, a girl had tapped him on the shoulder. “Hyunjinnie! It’s so good seeing you again!” She almost yell.

The three of you manage to pull yourself out of the crowd and was now back at the bar. “Jessica? What’re you doing here?”

“Well my Christmas holiday started early, and I thought of you. And I’ve never been to Korea, so here I am!” The European girl says

“Oh well that’s- very nice of you,”

“Who’s your little friend?” ‘Little friend’ you think to yourself

“This is y/n, my girlfriend.”

“Oh so you’re taken now? What a shame. Well I’ll order a drink, I’ll be back in a few”

Hyunjin can feel your eyes drilling holes into the back of his head. “Look- she-“

Hyunjin sighs. “She helped me around in Italy when I was totally lost and well- we-“

“You slept together?”

“Yeah. We did. But I promise you, it’s only you now!”

“Jin-“

“I got the break I needed and she helped me find myself like I needed. She really helped me and- we didn’t just sleep together,”

“You were dating?”

“Yes but we knew it wouldn’t last! I needed to get back to Korea, and she needed to continue her studies.”

“Hyunjin-“

“And I didn’t know she would show up-“

“HYUNJIN. It’s fine. You’re a grown man, and we weren’t anything back then. I’m glad you found what you were looking for. I don’t care who you slept or dated with back then. The most important thing is your health alright?”

Hyunjin swallows. “Just- okay”

“I’m gonna go check on Jisung, I can’t seem to spot him anywhere.”

You can’t seem to find him anywhere though. “Felix? Did you see where Minho went?” Hopefully they weren’t toring each other apart somewhere.

“Yeah I think he went that way,” he points towards a door apparently leading to some smoking rooms and more quiet places.

“Thank you,” you say and leave the bar.

You pass through the hallway, the smell of smoke seeking into your nose. You hear chatter. No. Laughter? You walk closer to the room where the sound comes from. Crap. You thought. Shouting.

“You just left Minho!”

“Do you know how confusing everything was!?”

“I could’ve-“

“No Jisung. You couldn’t.”

“Please Minho-“

“Look. It was great the short time it lasted, but I’m not like that anymore.”

“Was it just a hookup? You didn’t feel anything?” You can hear Jisung starting to tear up.

“Please Jisung-“

“And that girl? Did you feel anything for her!?”

“Jisung I left everything because of the feelings I was feeling! I don’t understand anything that’s happening to me alright!?” The frustration in his voice make you realise you probably shouldn’t be listening to this.

Just as you turn to walk away, Minho say: “Jisung? Crap!” You turn around to see what was happening. “What happened?”

“I’m not sure he just collapsed- we were- discussing things and he got upset and just-“

“I’ll get my phone and call someone.”

“Do you know how much he drank?”

“He drank a lot. I think he needed some kind of- distraction.”

“Alright. Grab me his back, yeah?” He request and you follow.

“He’s sensitive to that much alcohol. I had to learn the hard way.”

Minho is sitting on the floor with his arm wrapped around Jisung while the other one looks through his bag. “Here we go.” He pulls out a glass of pills, “do you have any water?”

“No, I can go get some.” And that you do.

“Is everything alright y/n?” Felix ask

“Yeah, no worries”

You walk back with a glass of water in your hand but just as you enter the room you see Jisung awake, being held by Minho, with their lips locked together.

Jisung notice you. “Oh sorry y/n-“

“No it’s fine,” you place the glass of water on the floor “you two do you. I’ll give you some privacy.”

You walk back into the bar, trying to spot Hyunjin. You spot him at the dance floor and you start heading over to him but he isn’t alone. Jessica has her hand at the back of his head and her other hand is slowly making its way to his crotch. “Get off Jessica,” he says, pushing her away.

“Oh come on Jin, your little girlfriend isn’t here.”

“Don’t call me tha-“

“She is.” You say

“It was very generous of you to come here to visit Hyunjin, but there’s no need to be all over your ex like that.”

“Like you know anything. He was all over me, loved me.”

“So what if he did? He loves me now. He has for the last five years.” You lean even closer to her with a smirk on your lips.

“He was so lost. All I did was help him. He would be gone without me.”

“I was the one to tell him to take that vacation, I even helped pay. His mental health had nothing to do with you. You might’ve distracted him for the moment and thank you for that, but it’s over now.”

“You’re pretty you know that right?”

“Yeah. I know.”

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A/n: Merry Christmas everyone! This series is gonna be longer than intended cuz’ I have so many ideas😭. I hope you’re up for that🫶🎄🎅🏻🎁

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athyathye · 3 years

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Hi!!!Can I request shinchiro and mitsuya always being interrupted by their younger sibling when they will kiss or hug and their younger sibling trying to get them jealous because reader always pay them than him

Justifiably Unjustified Jealousy

Author's note 📝: Gosh I love that!

Warnings ⚠️: Cursing! Suggestive snu snu scenes! Jealous boyfriends! And siblings!

Shinichiro :

❥ I can’t stress how much of a pain in the butt Shinichiro’s siblings are to him. They just love riling their older brother up so much that they’ll do it every possible chance.

❥ And if ever you were visiting them, you weren’t there for Shinichiro no, you were there to play with his younger siblings.

❥ As much as he loved the sight of his dearly beloveds smiling so carefreely at each other, no words could describe how much more rejuvenating it was for you to smile only at him.

❥ It may sound worrying, borderline obsessive even. But you were what occupied his mind most of the time. Whether it be your words that you shared with him or your appearance that he’d worship at any given chance.

❥ That was why he wanted to monopolize your attention as well. He wanted you to be only thinking of him, be reminded of him when you see everyday objects, and be filled with thoughts of what you were going to do with him later on.

How much patience does a man have? Not much if you were going to ask Shinichiro. In fact, he regarded himself as the most patient man in the world right now. You left a buzzing sensation on his skin every time you touched any part of him, it left him craving for more and more...and more.

“So that’s what he told me.” You glanced behind you. The iron grip on your waist tightened more once you moved, as if the man caging you in his arms was afraid of letting you go. You had been so used to your skin touching his that you forgot the proximity and personal space.

“...Stop talking about other men in front of me.” He said it teasingly, though a smile on his oddly irked face told otherwise. You took the way his jaw clenched and unclenched seriously. Grabbing the sides of his face into your arms as you fully turned yourself around in his hold.

Chest to chest you could hear his extremely fast drumming heartbeat. Though, his face showed no signs of nervousness. You found that extremely attractive. His trembling hands which were previously on the front of your stomach now on your lower back.

The room was quiet except for the short but quiet sounds of breathing you both exhaled. “It’s...a full moon outside…” He said quietly, pushing his forehead on to yours as he swam inside the vast stars in your eyes.

“Yeah?” You asked just as quietly. The room was filled with tension and mischievousness, but as soon as his hands started to roam, the door was forced open.

“Oh? Nii-san, Emma’s been looking forward to the day you brought y/n over and then you decide to do this? What a bad older brother~” Izana shook his head, acting disappointed but if you glanced at him, cat ears were practically spouting from his head. Such a smile could only be described as sly and full of intentions.

Before you had any chance to act embarrassed, two other small bodies entered the room. Each pulling on your arm as they led you out with boisterous words. Only 10 seconds had passed. That was the record time of how fast Shinichiro’s siblings could steal you.

He laid there on his own cold bed, reminiscing the alluring scent that always drove him crazy.

“One day, just one day. I swear to god I'm gonna go crazy.”

Mitsuya :

❥ He had always boasted to his friends about how good his sisters were. Like an old man showing off his grandson, he prided himself into being able to raise them both correctly while also keeping them happy.

❥ He had no doubt they would grow up to be wonderful people but for now, those little angels will be stuck being literal demons towards their older brother.

❥ Because he’s the eldest sibling, it’s obvious that he has responsibilities. So dates...aren’t really that frequent. And though you kind of wanted him all to yourself sometimes, you understood him and thank god you did.

❥ He’s surrounded by girls most of the time so he knows how to treat one.

❥ Best believe that he wants you just as much you want him though.

“Everybody’s really testing my patience today.” Mitsuya grumbled to himself as he watched you comb a doll that his sisters gave you. He was feeling clingier than usual. But why was it that everytime he was needy you always had to be preoccupied with something.

You kneeled on the floor, holding the doll with gentleness that Mitsuya imagined himself as the doll that was getting caressed by you. On his spot on the couch, all he could do was gaze at you longingly. Unable to move because he was sore and tired from all the fighting and because his sisters looked happy with you playing with them.

“I’m gonna go get some water” His head never whipped around so fast. Your white socks padded against the wooden floor of the Mitsuya household. He glanced towards his younger siblings to make sure they were distracted before forcing his body to stand up and find you.

Leaning on the countertop, you were just about tired playing dress-up with the younger girls. They had very imaginative minds that sometimes their ideas were just outrageous. And to be honest, the reason you were there in the first place was to spend time with your barely injured boyfriend who spent the week focusing on Toman’s next fight.

You were about to stand up when a familiar figure had suddenly wrapped their arms around you.

“What are you doing, spacing out like that” the person mumbled as he buried his head on your stomach.

“Well hello to you too~” You slid your fingers through his short hair. Takashi almost purred if it weren’t for the fact that he was squeezing his face more into the fabric of your(His) sweater.

“I was th-”

“Sister! Come on! What took you so long! Barbara has to go out with Ken to make Raquel jealous!” As if ignoring the presence of their older brother, both girls were pouting with their doe eyes extra teary to make you walk with them.

And as soon as you gazed at them, you also forgot about your boyfriend’s existence. Mitsuya stood aghast. ‘Those….manipulative- I need to get them to stop hanging out with Baji.’

It had been close to night time, and Takashi knew of your curfew. But still, his little sisters didn’t seem to have any plans on letting you go. Soon, their mom came home. And just when you were about to tell them that you should go. You found yourself hanging almost upside down.

“Takashi-” The sound of a door closing cut you off. He had dragged you to the bathroom.

“Well this isn’t very child-friendly” You murmured as he let you sit on the sink.

“No child needs to see this...hold me please” Mtokuch like a cute cat rubbing itself on its owner, Takashi once again laid his head down on your lap, almost kneeling on the floor just to feel your presence strongly.

“Stay the night, you barely gave me any attention again.”

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duskamethyst · 4 years

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deception.

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

word count: 4.6k

genre: smut, nsfw, angst, quirkless AU

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

pairing: sugardaddy!bakugou x f!reader

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

“good. lift your head up.”

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

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

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

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

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

“just you– only yours.”

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

“cum.”

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

“but you said–”

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

and it twists painfully.

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

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

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

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

harsh reality gives you a massive slap in the face.

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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mha-princess · 3 years

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Canon Dabi x insecure reader where she’s insecure about her body since she’s not thin. She voices it to him after seeing a pretty and smaller girl flirt with him, and he shows her how much he cares for her? NSFW pls! Thank u!

stop your whining [dabi x fem!reader]

A/N: I didn’t proof this so bc I really wanted to post today also I’ll be posting my 1k event soon! - Anako ✿

Genre: canon-verse, smut, drabble

Word Count: 1.5k+

Warning: unprotected sex, breeding, degradation

You continue to twirl on the bar stool, your attention long adverted from the chatter dispersed around you. It wasn’t an uncommon for you to tune out of the league’s conversations, especially when the topic was new recruits. New female recruits. To be honest you didn’t think new recruits within the group was necessary, but then again it wasn’t your call. You rolled your eyes at the thought and let yourself tune into the girl riding Shigaraki’s dick, desperate to receive a compliment.

“I really admire your ideologies. I’m willing to follow through with any task given. Any task given.” She enunciates, taking a step closer towards both Dabi and Shigaraki. Her small stature made her seem sweet, cute even, but her eyes had mischievous intent. The two men glance at eachother exchanging an understanding look before, looking back to the girl.

“Thank you for your interest. We look forward to your loyalty. Kurogiri be a gent and show her out.” Shigaraki, responds.

The girl grins as if she just had an interview and was sure she got the job. As Kurogiri shows her out you watch her sway her hips, the skirt she’s wearing a little less than admiring. After Kurogiri is out of sight you sigh in relief.

“Thank god that’s over. Fucking groupies, this is getting old.” You sigh raising from the bar stool.

“Her quirk will be of use to us.” Dabi shrugs.

“Shapeshifting? Tch, isn’t that what we have Toga for?”

“You think I’d drink animal blood?! Gross Y/N!” The blonde exclaims, partially offended.

“Wouldn’t put it past you babe.” You shrug, “I’d rather you be able to do both that way we don’t have some groupie in the league.”

“Why so judegmental now Y/N? Aren’t you all about giving people chances and bullshit like that?” Dabi snarks, shoving his handing into his pockets.

“Not skanks,” you reply, “Well, maybe she didn’t come off as a skank to you seeing as you were pretty friendly.”

“Jealousy is fucking ugly on you.” Shigaraki rasps, opting to leave the room with the others rather than hear you bicker with the black haired male.

“Jealous? The hell is there to be jealous about?!” You shout, the leader sending you the finger before leaving.

“Shigaraki’s right.” Dabi agrees, beginning to stroll away to his room, “It’s also a huge turn off.”

“Turn off ? It’s not like I ever turned you on. You’d rather the skimpy skinny bitch, right? She seems more your type.” Dabi stops to turn around to face you.

The expression on his face was unreadable but the aura he was emitting was deadly. He then inches toward you causing you to take little steps back.

“Y/N.” Is all he says and you stop right where you are. As he closes the space between you he grabs your arm, the force of his fingertips crushing into your muscle.

“The room. Now.” He grits, shoving you in front of him.

“Don’t fucking shove me. Better yet keep your hands off of me. ” You mumbled, making your way down the hall.

When you enter the room Dabi slams the door behind you.

“So fucking unnecessary,” you voice, back turned to him.

“No, your fucking unnecessary. And fucking look at me when I’m talking to you.” He demands gripping your shoulder and flipping you around.

“Didn’t I say to keep you damn hands off of me?!” You hiss, pushing his hands off of you. Dabi, refutes by taking a death hold on your waist, pushing you into the foot of the bed. His hands grip tighter and eventually your sides begin to run hot, the smell of singed clothing flooding the air.

He draws closer to your face, he gets so close you can feel his breath ghost over your lips, “Now listen you fucking brat, I don’t know what your problem is but you better fix that shit real fast. I don’t like to play with bratty bitches.”

“Your the bratty bitch,” you bark. Dabi’s lips draw together before he pushes you over the footboard and onto the bed. He then climbs inbetween your legs and loops his fingers around what’s left of your belt loops.

“You can either tell me what your problem is now or you can wait until my cock is rupturing your fucking cervix. ” he offers, pulling your pants off along with your underwear.

“Do your worst, bitch.” You spit.

Now I know it seems like that was a badass move, but it was a bad decision to say the least. Dabi was never a gentle lover and now that you’ve pissed him off, he definitely wasn’t going to take and precautions. You were being a bitch and if the only way to fix that is fucking you, then so be it.

Without any care he yanks you up and takes off the remainder of your clothing. Your lips purse into a thin line, the feisty part in you wanting to say something, but with the mood you had put him in you knew better. In one motion your back hits the mattress once more.

The male on top of you doesn’t even bother stripping from his clothing. You watch as he undoes his zipper and shimmies his pants below his hips. He sucks air into his mouth before pushing it out causing spit to fly onto your slit as well as his cock.

He then grabs the back of your knees, his fingertips still hot from the incident earlier, and throws them onto his shoulders.

“Don’t open your mouth until your ready to tell me what the hell is wrong with you,” and with that remark he plunges the whole of his cock into your pussy. You let out a shaky gasp which is quickly met by a hand around your throat.

“Not a fucking peep.” The male urges, drawing out of your folds before thrusting back in. He slams his hips into yours hard enough to send you moving forward on the mattress. The sheets beneath you losing there stability. Your pussy clenches around his length in an attempt to lessen the impact of his thrusts.

“Stop clenching. Your gonna rip my dick off,” he growls, and it sends chills through out your body. Dabi had such a disgusting mouth, vial even, but in the end it’s only added to your pleasure. The pleasure which you couldn’t admit you were indulging in. The thought of Dabi fucking you with no mercy only made you want to piss him off more.

Your voice ached to be heard as he continued to fuck your greedy pussy. The sounds of slapping and low distasteful grunts echoed off the hollow walls as he continued to reek havoc on your slit. The closer he got to cumming the closer he neared your cervix.

“You know what? Your fucking cute like this. Being a stubborn fucking brat. Making me fuck you just to get you to act right.”

Cute? Through the rough pleasure that you were feeling that word made something burn inside you.

“Cute? You don’t think I’m fucking cute.” You wither through labored breaths. He takes the pressure off of your neck, interested in trying to hear you explain yourself as he pounds your cunt.

“And why wouldn’t I think your cute, mm?”

“Because you were into that thin bitch. Talking to her, grinning at her. Bet you couldn’t wait until I left so you could fuck her.”

“If I wanted to fuck her I would’ve fucked her. But here I am balls fucking deep in my cunt. In the pussy that belongs to me.” His vulgar words, spark a heat in your tummy, leaving your insides twitching.

“So that’s what the attitude was for? Because you thought I wanted to fuck some rando?” He chuckles before taking the back of your thighs into his hands. He then pushes them back as far as they can go before pulling the length of his cock out, leaving only the tip. Your hand scrambles to meet his stomach but by the time your fingers meet his skin he’s already eight inches deep in your pussy. The head of his cock kissing your cervix.

“Dabi!” You cry out, your toes curling as he slams the weight of himself into you. The boy leans down and places a tart kiss on the shell of your ear.

“So pretty when you cry out like that.” You whimper at his words and weakly shove at his chest.

“Take some out. I told you what was wrong.” A feeble whine lacing your tone.

“I know that’s what we agreed on but your sucking me in. I couldn’t pull some out if I tried.” He whispers, dragging his tongue up your ear. You groaned, squirming under him it was as if he just kept adding inches. Nevertheless the pain you felt was something you were use to, something that you only used to add to your pleasure.

“Gonna cum.” You cry out as he rhythmically fills you up, his cock crashing against your womb again and again. You feel you thighs tremble as your body locks up around him. Your hands slam down gripping the sheets as your orgasm courses through your body. Dabi moves his mouth to kiss you as he lets his own orgasm spill into you. Once you regain your breath you lazily push him off of you.

“Heavy.” You mumble, grabbing the sheets to cover yours self, but before you can pull them over your chest they’re ripped from your hands.

“Don’t.” He demands, letting his hand trail up and down your lower abdomen as he lays he head on your chest, “Let me rub here. It’s cute.”

“Stop calling me cute.” You say rolling your eyes.

“But that’s what you are. Your a damn brat as well but your beautiful, perfect body, perfect smile. It warms my shallow ass heart.” You fluster at his words as he continues his actions.

“Dabi don’t say-.”

“Will you be quiet?” he sighs, “I love you. Your perfect. I wouldn’t dare think of another girl so stop your whining.” You obey and entangle your hand in his hair .

Nothing else needed to be said on your part or his. You were aware of you over exaggeration of the situation and you were glad you had a boyfriend who cared enough to hear you out, even if it was after destroying your cervix.

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floraltypes · 3 years

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Ohshc Headcannon

OHSHC - Y/n in a uncomfortable situation head-cannons

saw someone else do something similar and wanted to put my own spin on it :))

TW: creepy males making y/n uncomfy

gender neutral x host club members

Haruhi 💗

You’ve decided to go visit the girl while she’s working.

She’s busy talking to one of her guests so you decided to wait and sit at one of the couches

One of the men quickly walked over, he was here to drop off some shipments but thinks that now you’re a new host/hostess

He sits across from you, just staring for a moment before striking a conversation

“So, you seem like a cutie, are you new here?”

Your eyes widen a bit, taken aback by his presence and how blunt he was

“I’m not apart of this club,” You awkwardly chuckle, hoping that Haruhi is almost finished because now you are starting to feel uncomfortable

“Good, good, that just means I don’t have to share you with anyone,” They wink, standing up and now sitting besides you

Haruhi, stops her conversation with the girls, hearing that awkward chuckle of yours her head turns

At first, she just thinks your talking with one of the boys, one telling a inappropriate joke and you just trying to be kind

But soon realizes that’s not the case, and excuses herself

Haruhi doesn’t exactly feel jealous, just a bit confused, and frankly worried

She can tell by your apparent facial expressions that you’re also worried yourself

Finding a empty tea tray, she grabs it, and rushes over with it, then taking a seat besides you

“Y/n!” She smiles, handing you a tea cup, not even filled. “I’m glad you waited for me, sorry to waist your time,”

You’re overjoyed she’s here, the man sending you some interesting glares and you didn’t want to cause a scene

“I’ll do better at watching the time. Um, i’m sorry you don’t look familiar,” She looks at the man while taking one of your hands and intertwining it with hers

“Oh, you were waiting for someone?” He asks you. “You should have told me, it was like you were leading me on,” he scoffs, standing up and leaving

Haruhi looks at you with a small smile

“What a jerk, would you like me to make some actual tea now?”

The both of you laugh, you feeling much more comfortable with her being by your side

Tamaki 💞

He was so excited to spend today with you!

You didn’t feel like doing much, just wanting to maybe go to a cafe with the man

He had tons of things planned, zoos, cafes, shopping, musicals, etc

If there was something fun, he had it planned for you two to do soon

After spending half a day planning the dates you’d have when you both had off, today the both of you would go to a pet shop

Tamaki always expressed how much he loved animals, ever since he was able to go to one, and it’s something he still enjoys indulging in

The both of you were outside the shop, he had some money almost spilling out of his wallet, prepared to buy some animals

Leaving you to make sure he doesn’t, or at least doesn’t go overboard...

Once inside the worker set up a room for you two to play with the puppy

Unfortunately, today was a busy day and many people were also coming, so you were paired up with another group of guys

They had a harsher look, not being so friendly, and smelled kind of gross

You weren’t one to judge, sometimes, but something about them gave off a weird feeling

“Gosh, aren’t these puppies adorable!” Tamaki beamed, picking up the little dog into his arms, then bringing it up to his face

“Tamaki, you have to share with the rest of us,” You reminded him, taking the puppy from him and placing it on the ground

The man sat on your other side, quickly went to grab the dog, his hand touching yours a bit

“But Y/n, I didn’t get enough time with him,” He whined, shaking your shoulders a bit while the other men stifled chuckles

“Y/n, that’s a nice name,” The man on your side commented, sending a smile

“Um, thanks,” You just messed with your fingers, not looking at him

“So,” The one man tried to start up a conversation with Tamaki, giving his friend the chance to talk to you

Tamaki knew they were trying to do something, so he made sure to keep a eye on you, making sure you felt okay

“You know, we don’t have plans after this, what if you came and hung out with us?” The man asked you, moving closer

“Sweetie! Don’t forget that you promised to go get ice cream with me after. It’s the perfect end to our date,” Tamaki smiled widely, grabbing your arm and standing up “Ah, I think i’ve seen enough puppies for today,” He put a hand on your cheek and kissed your lips. “Bye now!”

Kyoya 🤍

His father was hosting a dinner party tonight

The Ootori group just opened a new high tech hospital, with the helps of your families business

It was great to see both families interacting well, and felt good to have his father like you, even if you didn’t really like him

Kyoya was thankful that his father was okay with you, worried it would affect his opportunity in being the heir eventually

You were all dressed up for the night, told to keep a smile and kind words the whole time

But you were mostly planning on spending it by Kyoya’s side..

Eventually he was moved away because his father wanted to introduce all his children to a potential business partner

Your family did the same, to a different man, one who kind of seemed to take a particular interest in you

“I love your hair,” The older, 40 year old man complimented you, your father just smiling lightly and soon walking away

“I should go find, uh, Kyoya!” You smiled oddly at the older man, about to walk away

“Wait up handsome/beautiful,” The man wrapped his chubby fingers around your wrist, tugging on it, and pulling you to stand right in front of him

You frantically looked around, your father talking to someone else, and the mans smile was fretting away from friendly

Kyoya had just finished talking to some painting company CEO, someone he could care less about

He wanted to use this time to do things with you, talk more, hear about your day maybe, just see your smile and hear your laughter

Luckily he turned around at the right moment, seeing the man yank you back and his facial feature turning to a wicked expression

He quickly, but respectfully, whisked over, titling his glasses down a bit and reaching a hand across your lower back to wrap around your waist, pulling you into his side

“Darling, who is this?” Kyoya asked, seeing your expression change to a grateful one

“Um, I never caught his name....?”

“It’s Toling, from America,” He smiled at you, his ‘smile’ changing when looking at Kyoya. “You have a boyfriend?”

“And your from America?” Kyoya questioned back, not letting you answer his. “What exactly is your position, my father, Ootori, he also told me no one from out of country would be here. Why are you here? I don’t think you were invited, this seems like a appropriate moment to call security, do you agree, dear?” He looked at you

“Yeah, I think so,” You grinned at him, pecking his cheek while the older man ran off towards the front door.

Hikaru 💓

The two of you heard about this new performance group in the area

They weren’t anything professional but still interested you both, maybe being so bad you could make a couple jokes about it

It started off... well interesting to say the least...

You both couldn’t figure out where it was going, what the overall theme of it was, I mean someone spilt their ‘prop’ on the stage floor

It was a disaster in the beginning, the both of you already having jokes in mind, but being respectful to wait till the end to say them

During the performance a hand intertwined with yours, that being Hikaru’s of course

When it was finished, the both of you had no words, just tears?

You didn’t know when they got there, or how the performance all of a sudden changed sad, but it was there

You got up to walk by a concession area, hoping to purchase a pack of tissues

Someone was behind you in line, and you could just feel their gaze on your behind

“Do you have a pack of tissues on hand?” You asked, pulling out some money and the women handing it to you

“Tissues, I could have given you those for free,” The man behind you smiled. “Now, what’s a attractive kid like you doing here?”

“Watching a show, like everyone else,” You motioned with your hand, taking a tissue and wiping your eyes

“You’re a funny one, sparky. How about I treat you to a meal?”

“No, thanks,” You scratched the back of your head, trying to step away, but him just blocking you

“Come on now,” He chuckled, reaching for your arm before you pulled back.

“Y/n, hey, you got them,” Hikaru pushed past him, planting a longer kiss on your lips and swinging his arm to rest over your shoulders. “Do you mind? We’re on a date,” He told the older man, guiding you away from him. “You okay, that man sure was a idiot trying to take you away from me,”

Kaoru 💝

He was honestly super pumped about getting to spend time with just you

He saw how much his stubborn twin could fall in love with Haruhi and become a better person, to mature, he wanted that with someone and that was you

To say he was nervous, was a understatement, this was your guys’s first date and he wanted it to be great

Sure you had been dating for a while, but still

You both decided on just going to a carnival thing in town

Sounded fun and would let you both get loose a bit, chat about life, truly have a break from everything and everyone

(not everyone, the club was secretly there making sure it went great)

After a long day, and many rides, Kaoru went to go order some food for the both of you while you waited on the bench

“Is this seat taken?” A man around your age questioned, you nodded you head no, and moved over on the bench to give him some space

“Go ahead,”

“Thanks, wow, uh your eyes are really pretty,” He complimented, taking a sip of his drink

“Oh, thanks?” You shyly smiled, tapping you finger on the bench to a beat, waiting for Kaoru to come back

The man kept asking random questions about yourself though, like ‘how old are you’ ‘what do you think of the weather today’ ‘did you like that ride over there?’ it was awkward for you to answer

Kaoru had just bought the food, starting to walk over, but quickly noticing you chatting with the man

He felt, jealous?

This perfect day he was having, and you’re talking to another guy?!

But wait, he remembered his brother talking about really looking at someone’s actions to truly understand, things they say, really paying attention

He soon realized that you weren’t really liking the conversation, your eyes widening after he spoke, slowly returning the comment to him

He whisked over there, honestly just plopping himself in between the two of you, in the (little) empty space

“I, uh, got the food,” He waved it in the air a bit, not spilling it. “You still hungry, babe?”

“Thank you Kaoru, you’re so kind,” You grinned, kissing him on the lips, his cheeks beating up.

“Mhm, let’s go eat somewhere else, just the two of us!”

Mori 💜

Mori and you weren’t big on doing a bunch of stuff for dates

You both mostly ended up at one another’s house, lounging there, maybe a cafe, who knew

But today he kind of wanted you to watch his practice, he was a bit awkward which you noticed quickly

“Takashi, you okay?” You asked him, tapping his shoulder. “What do you want to do today?”

He wanted to straight out say ‘come watch me practice’ but also didn’t want to be inconsiderate of what you wanted to do

He shrugged his shoulders, cracking his knuckles a bit, hoping you got the sign...?

“You know, I haven’t seen you practiced yet, that could be fun!”

He was beaming inside

So it was set, the two of you planning to meet up at the place he practiced at

It was something nice to do, he worked on his moves for a while, you starting some homework but still watching

One of his partners he worked on some of the skills with sat near you

“Hey, what are you working on?” You two chatted a little, trying to be kind, but you knew he was just trying to speed up the small talk into something more fun, for him

“Anyways, I need to focus,” You told him, standing up and getting prepared to move to a different space

“I think you should take a break, what do you say?”

“I can’t, I have a test tomorrow, need to get this done,”

“Don’t be like that, i’ll help you study after our break,” He was slowly/quickly closing the distance between you two

Mori just finished throwing a man, going to have a drink of water and see how you’re doing, but seeing that ‘opponent’ of his flirting with you?

“Y/n,” He walked up, leaning down to kiss your forehead. “I’m done here, let’s go,”

You nodded, the man across from you shaken up a bit at the stare Mori sent afterwards

Honey 💛

Honey was babbling about a new cafe that popped up, very VERY excited about it

Apparently it was cute, had a nice seating area, and the BEST cake in town

So, of course, he had to decide that himself

(I think he secretly has a blog online dedicated to trying and critiquing cakes)

He thought this would be a perfect time to catch up and share the lovely moment with

You agreed, wanting to spend time with the boy you liked so much, always enjoying sharing treats with him

After school you both headed right there

The place was nice, and a little packed, since it did just open

You both found a little booth in the back, away from the crowd a bit

Honey ordered, almost, one of every cake they sold

“I’ll just try one of his,” You told the waitress, who looked like her eyes were going to pop out of her head due to Honey’s order

“If you want Y/n-chan!” He smiled at you, soon going into a ramble about one place he bought a bad cake at

Usa-chan also wasn’t pleased with the taste of it

Once a few of the pieces came, he gave you Usa-chan to hold, to make sure he didn’t get dirty

You spent the time, watching him eat cake, feeding him cake, eating some yourself, and chatting about the Host Club

He eventually had to go to the bathroom, telling you he would be right back and to watch Usa-chan

While he left another man came up, figuring you were by yourself

“Aren’t these a lot of treats for you?” He asked, secretly judging you

“I’m sure it’s not your place to decide what’s enough for me,” You scoffed, looking the other way

“And you have a stuffed bear? So cute. Let me buy you something else, for a little kid like you,” He placed some money on the table, trying to reach for Usa-chan

major pedo vibes ....

You moved away from him, not letting his dirty hands touch your boyfriends precious bunny

“Aw come on now,”

“Y/n-chan, let’s go now!” Honey walked over, you climbing out the empty way of the booth, standing near Honey

“Aw you’re here with your brother,” The man cooed, standing up himself.

You grabbed Honey’s hand, not wanting to interact any longer with the man, and leaving the cafe

“Sorry Honey, I- I just really don’t-”

There the man was, he followed the both of you out

He was moving to touch/grab you from behind, Honey quickly noticing and pushing you out of the way a bit

Pulling a classic move, the older man was on the ground

The surrounding crowds were in awe, you were still a bit surprised from his strength sometimes

“That’s not nice, please don’t touch Y/n-chan or I’ll have to call the cops!” He smiled at him, soon grabbing your hand and the two of you walking away like nothing happened

#ouran headcanons #ouran kaoru #ouran koukou host club #ouran haruhi #ouran kyoya #ouran hshc #ouran host club #ouran honey #ouran x reader #ohshc fic #ohshc x reader #ohshc headcanons #ohshc fanfiction #ohshc imagines #ohshc haruhi #ouran tamaki #ouran mori

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wicked-mind · 3 years

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Always and Forever

Summary: Bucky met the love of his life in 1942 and she lost him in 1945.

Word Count: 2.2k

Warnings: Happy. Sweet. Then sad. Sad. Sad. Sad. I also wrote this in 40 minutes so if it’s shit... well at least it’s got Bucky in it.

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He met her in 1942.

The dancehall was filled with men twirling their ladies on the dance floor. The air was thick with laughter and joy. She was standing alone, drinking a small glass of wine, twirling her fingers around the rim of the wine glass. And Bucky saw her and almost lost his breath, losing feelings in his knees. She was so damn gorgeous in her light purple dress that went down to her knees and the sleeves went to her elbows with pearls around her neck. Her lips were painted red and he envied when she brought the wine glass to her lips.

“Now how is it the most beautiful woman here is all alone at the bar?” Bucky asks, a crooked grin on his lips with his hands tucked into his black plants. He wore his dress greens and his hat was slightly tilted on his head.

Y/N looked over at him from under her darkened eyelashes, a smile playing on her red lips, “Maybe I’m just waiting for the right man to ask me to dance.” She replied in a soft tone, her eyes examining every feature of his face. He was very handsome, but also cute in the way he had that boyish grin on his lips. His blue eyes were hypnotizing, possibly the most beautiful eyes she had ever seen.

Bucky took a step closer to her, “Well then, doll, may I have this dance?” He asks, holding his hand out for her to take. The tempo of the music changed from a quick paced song to a slow song played on a piano.

Y/N bit her bottom lip softly, her eyes flickering to his outstretched hand before back up to his eyes, “You may.” She said to him, setting her glass down on the bar and taking his hand in her’s. He lead her to the dance floor, gently placing one had on the small of her back and holding her hand against his chest. Y/N placed one hand up around the back of his neck, swaying in tune with him as she watched him closely with a small smile on her lips.

Bucky grinned down at her, a little bit in disbelief he was able to get her onto the dance floor with him. But another man’s loss was his treasure. He felt butterflies in his stomach at holding her close to him, finally finding his words, “What’s your name, doll?”

“Y/N Y/L/N.” She told him in her soft voice, “And what’s your name?”

“Sergeant James Barnes.” Bucky replied with a crooked grin, “But all my friends and pretty girls call me Bucky.”

“And which category do I fall into?” Y/N asks up to him, squeezing her hand in his gently.

Bucky couldn’t help but feel breathless at the squeeze of his hand from her, “Both, I’m hoping.” The rest of their dance was silent as they stared up into each other’s eyes. Bucky could swear he could feel electricity run through him with every touch she gave him, every light squeeze of his hand. It wasn’t long until the dancehall started to close up and people started clearing out. Bucky walked her out of the dancehall, arm around her waist gently as he walked her home like a gentleman. He was joking with her, making her laugh and it was like music to his ears. When he got to her front door to her apartment, he was grinning down at her, “Can I see you again, Y/N?”

Y/N smiled at him, tilting her head slightly allowing her curls to fall to one side of her neck, “I would be offended if you didn’t.” She replied, standing on her toes in her heels to press a kiss on his cheek that left an imprint on his skin due to her red lipstick, “Goodnight, Bucky.”

“Goodnight, doll.” Bucky’s face hurt with how large of a grin sat on his lips.

With that, their magical night ended. But it didn’t take long for them to see each other again and again. They were crazy about each other, always laughing and hanging off of each other that it caused old ladies to glare at their forwardness in public affection. Anytime Bucky saw Y/N, he would pick her up in his arms and spin her around leaving kisses on her nose, cheeks, and finally to her lips. He wore her red lipstick on his face proudly, never wiping it away. He took her to fairs, buying her all the cotton candy and winning all the stuffed animals they could carry. Bucky always had to be touching her whether it was holding her hand, his arm around her waist, his hand on the small of her back, or his arm dangling over her shoulders. He had proudly introduced Y/N to his best friend Steve, who although seemed a tad bit jealous of their relationship, became quick friends with Y/N. Bucky even introduced her to his family who adored her greatly.

They sat in Bucky’s car at the drive in movie, Bucky feeding her bits of popcorn and not even paying attention to the movie on the big screen in front of them. His full attention was on her, one arm wrapped around her shoulders. Once the popcorn in his free hand was gone, he grabs her chin between his fingers and pulls her face to look him in the eyes, “Y/N…” He began, “You are the most beautiful woman I have ever seen, you know that? You drive me crazy, like literally crazy. I was wondering…” He paused, his face scanning her’s, “Will you be my girl?”

Y/N smiles over at him, chuckling a little at his question, “Sergeant Barnes, I thought I already was.” She said over to him softly, “That’s what I’ve been telling all my girlfriends anyway.”

Bucky beamed at her response, leaning towards her and kissing those red lips he loved so much. His arm around her shoulder pulled her in closer, deepening the kiss as he ran his tongue along her lower lip as if to beg to enter and when her lips parted, he didn’t waste anytime letting his tongue explore the inside of her mouth. They didn’t end up watching the rest of the movie, not that they were really paying attention in the first place. They couldn’t keep their lips off of each other, smiling at each other between kisses and giggling as well. Bucky drove her home and ended up sleeping next to her, being a perfect gentleman and not making any moves to go any further but also not letting her out of his grasp as they slept.

1943

Y/N stared at Bucky’s orders saying he would be shipped off to England in two days. Her eyes were brimming with tears, knowing he was watching her intently. She couldn’t imagine him leaving and what scared her more is if he would come back mentally or physically broken as many men did. She sniffled a little and slowly looked up to him, “I’m so very proud of you, Bucky.” She said, her voice breaking a little as she held back her sad feelings, “I just wish you could stay here safe with me.”

Bucky sighs deeply, pulling Y/N into his arms as he did many times before. He gently kisses the top of her head, rubbing a hand up and down her back, “I know, doll… But I have to go. Gotta keep the world safe for you.” He released his grip on her to move his hands to her cheeks, making her look at him as he stroked tears away from her cheeks with his thumbs, “I love you, Y/N.”

“I love you too, James.” Y/N replies softly, leaning forward and placing a soft kiss to his lips. She told herself she was going to spend the next few days memorizing the way his lips felt against her’s so she wouldn’t forget while he was away, “You need to tell Steve.”

Bucky sighs, nodding down to her slowly, “I know… I’ll tell him tomorrow. But tonight, it’s just me and my best girl. My only girl.” He said, smiling down at her. He spent the rest of the night making Y/N’s favorite meal and after dancing with her in the living room to the radio like the first night they met. He knew it was breaking Y/N’s heart that he would have to leave her and it was breaking his too. He looked down at her as they danced, her head rested on his chest as if she was listening to his heartbeat, “I promise I’ll make up all the lost time, doll.” He whispered down to her before leaving a gentle kiss on the top of her head.

The next day, Bucky went to tell Steve about his orders and then met up with him again at the Stark Expo. Y/N even brought a friend to try and press Steve into a double date, but he had managed to slip off with Barnes going to find him. When Bucky came back to Y/N, he told her Steve was trying to enlist again and that they had shared their goodbyes. Y/N apologized to her friend for the failed date but she didn’t seem that upset about it, going off with some other guy she had met while at the expo. Bucky spend the rest of the time on his last date with Y/N walking around the expo, kissing her and touching her any chance he could.

The next day, Y/N walked with Bucky to where his unit would be shipped off to England. Her tears had not stopped rolling down her cheeks since she had awoken. She had prayed that last night would just pause and she would have all the time in the world with him, dreading today. She bit her lip and looked up at him, “Bucky… Please come back to me.” She whispered up to him, “Please.”

Bucky did his best to smile down at her, his own eyes filled with tears but not letting them fall down his cheeks, “I promise I will, Y/N. You’re my girl, I need you.” He told her, pulling a small box out of his pocket and opening it in front of her, “Until then, do me a favor? Keep this ring on your finger to keep all the men away from my girl.”

Y/N smiled up to him, nodding, “Of course.” She said, holding out her left hand and letting him slide the ring onto her finger. Over the loud speaker a voice came on to let the soldiers know that it was the last chance to board. Y/N jumped into his arms, hugging him so tight that she was afraid to let go, “Oh Bucky, I love you. Be safe. Please. Don’t do anything stupid or reckless or be a hero. Just be my Bucky and come back to me.” She pleaded.

Bucky hugged her tightly, breathing in the scent of her perfume she always wore, “I will, doll. I will.” He whispered to her before pulling her in for a deep kiss. He wished he could stay in this moment forever, his lips against her’s but he pulled away and placed his hands on her cheeks, “I love you so much. Always and forever.”

Y/N did her best to smile although she was sure she looked like a wreck, “I love you. Always and forever.” She watched him release her and pick up his bag, heading towards the rest of his unit that was boarding. He looked back at her a few times with a smile and she tried her best to smile back at him until he was out of view.

1945

As promised, Y/N kept the ring on her finger to deter any man from getting to close to her. There had been many letters back and forth between her and Bucky but it was never enough no matter how many pages were in the envelopes. Her heart ached for his return and it had been two long years since she had felt his touch. She spent a lot of time with Bucky’s family, more specifically his sister Rebecca.

A knock at her door interrupted her thoughts as she was baking cookies to comfort herself. She pulled off the oven mitt and opened the door, her heart dropping instantly when she saw two men dressed in military greens at her door. She brought her hand to cover her mouth, shaking her head as she couldn’t believe what she was seeing in front of her.

“Are you Miss. Y/L/N?” One of the men ask and Y/N just managed to nod slightly, feeling her knees weaken, “"I have been asked to inform you that your fiancé has been reported dead in Austria. Sergeant Barnes fell from a train on a mission with the Howling Commandos. On the behalf of the Secretary of Defense, I extend to you my deepest sympathy in your great loss.”

Y/N collapsed to the floor, tears running down her cheeks as she let out loud wails in her heartbreak, “He promised..” She sobs out, “He promised always and forever…”

Present Time

Bucky walked up to the stone grave, Y/N's name etched into the stone. It pained him every time he saw a different last name from his etched in stone but he was happy she found love again. He visited whenever he could and it always made tears well up in his eyes. He repeated the same thing he always did when he came to her grave, "I'm so sorry, Y/N. I broke every promise I made to you. I did the stupid and reckless things like you told me not to do." He said, kneeling down and placing the sunflowers on the grass next to the stone before running his fingers of his flesh hand over her name, "But I still love you, doll. Always and forever. You're my best girl. My only girl."

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Bucky Taglist: @buckypops @stcrryslibrary

#bucky barnes #bucky x you #bucky x reader #bucky x y/n #bucky barnes x you #bucky barnes x reader #bucky barnes x y/n #bucky barnes fanfic #bucky barnes fanfiction #40s!bucky

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storiesforallfandoms · 4 years

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pushing buttons ~ eminem

word count: 1912

request?: yes!

@thatonegirlthatlikesthings “Hi me again I literally love your writing so much omg I was wondering if you could once again indulge my Eminem obsession cuz my baby don’t get enough love🥺🥺 I was thinking like a angst/fluff where MGK tries to hit on the reader even though he’s with Meg Fox now and Em loses it and dr Dre and Paul try to call him down but it doesn’t really work and the reader has to chill him out. I love you I love your writing and I love you bye!🥰☺️❤️❤️”

description: in which his enemy tries to push his buttons by flirting with his girl

pairing: eminem x female!reader

warning: swearing

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“What the fuck is that prick doing here?”

Marshall glared at the tall blonde standing across the room with his arm around a familiar actress. It was the night of his launch party for his new album, and he thought it was just supposed to be personal friends of his as well as his friends from the industry. However, a few others from the industry had arrived as well, including the infamous Machine Gun Kelly.

“Paul invited him,” Marshall’s girlfriend, (Y/N) responded. “Said you two should try and squash the beef. Fans are getting tired of it.”

“Squashing the beef and becoming friends with the enemy are two totally different things,” Marshall hissed.

“You don’t have to be friends,” (Y/N) told him. “Just...shake his hand, look friendly for the pictures, end the beef.”

Marshall rolled his eyes as (Y/N) wrapped an arm around his waist and gave him a slight squeeze. “I know, I tried to tell Paul he should run this past you first. But him and MGK’s manager think it’s best for both of you to end the beef. He wants to move on with his new punk pop genre, you should move on too considering the fact that you absolutely destroyed him.”

She lowered her voice to a whisper for that last part, causing Marshall to smirk.

“This is gonna push me to drink,” he muttered as he noticed Kells approaching him.

“Don’t you fucking dare,” (Y/N) hissed. “If you break your sobriety, I will be your worst nightmare.”

Marshall smiled at her before dropping it to glare at Kells.

“Hey man,” Kells started. “Listen, thanks for the invitation. I know things have been rocky between us, but I hope you know I never meant any harm by my tweet about Hailie, and I still view you as a massive inspiration to me. I just thought...maybe I’d get more recognition with the diss, and it worked. It just sort of fucked up my rap career in the process.”

(Y/N) gave Marshall a quick look before sipping on the drink she had in her hand. They were both shocked by such a mature response from Kells, especially after the stuff Kells said about Marshall following the drop of Not Alike and Killshot.

She was watching her boyfriend expectantly as he processed what had been said to him. He glanced back at (Y/N) finally before saying, “No hard feelings, man. Tensions ran high, we both said some shit, I think it’s time we get past it.”

Kells smiled and offered a hand to Marshall. Although reluctant at first, Marshall took it and shook his hand. Kells soon left and went back to his girlfriend, knowing not to overstay his welcome.

“Was that so hard?” (Y/N) asked. “At least he’s being mature about it, too.”

“A little too mature,” Marshall said.

“Stop it, you just don’t like him. Let’s get a non-alcoholic beverage.”

~~~~~~

As the night continued, Marshall was pulled from (Y/N) as people kept coming and congratulating him on the album. She wasn’t too shocked, it was a normal occurrence. Luckily enough, she had come to know most of the people at the party through Marshall, so it wasn’t like she was awkwardly standing around for any amount of time.

She was at the snack table when a tall stature came to stand next to her.

“You lost your boyfriend, huh?’

(Y/N) looked up to see Kells stood next to her, a friendly smile on her face.

Despite the feud between the two, (Y/N) never had any sort of opinion on Kells. She hadn’t listened to his music - besides that one song with Camilla Cabello that blew up - and she didn’t want to form an opinion based on a beef she wasn’t even a part of. So, him standing next to her didn’t make her as angry as it had made Marshall earlier. Instead, she smiled back at him.

“Yeah,” she said. “Nothing new of course. Everyone congratulating him on the album and whatnot.”

“Seems like a lot of people just trying to kiss his ass.”

(Y/N) shrugged. “That may be true in some cases. Most of the people here who have already worked with him and known him for so long know better against that. Maybe it’s because they’ve already worked with him though, who knows. Where’s Megan?”

Kells gestured aimlessly into the crowd. “Also pulled away from me. Talking to...someone I guess.”

He didn’t sound too concerned over it, although maybe it was just the same situation (Y/N) was in. Megan was pretty popular as an actress, this was probably nothing new for Kells either.

“So, how did you and Em meet?” he asked, offering her one of the two red cups he had in his hand. (Y/N) didn’t think much of it at first. She figured he had probably gotten a drink for Megan then realized he had lost her in the crowd.

“We met through a mutual friend, actually. One from back in Detroit,” she explained. “I knew who Marshall was, obviously, but I was never really a hip hop fan. We got to talking and before I knew it, he was asking me out on a date. We were official within a month, and we’ve been together ever since. That was like...three years ago now, I think.”

She took a sip from the drink Kells had given her and cringed at the strong taste of alcohol in the cup. Noticing this, Kells asked, “Too strong?”

“Just not used to alcohol,” she explained. “I’ve mostly given it up in solidarity with Marshall. I’m proud of his sobriety, even if I’ve only been here for the tail end of it.”

“That’s lame,” Kells scoffed. “The old man shouldn’t hold you back from doing some fun shit.”

The tone of his voice plus the subtle diss caused a slight feeling of annoyance in her, but she pushed it down. Be the bigger person, she had been telling Marshall all night. She couldn’t go against that.

“He’s not holding me back from anything,” she responded. “I chose to do it. I just know it sucks to have to be sober when everyone around you is drunk or high. I want to be that one person he can confide in in those situations, you know?”

“You’re too good for him, man,” Kells said. “For real, you have a heart of gold and the body of a smoke show. You shouldn’t be wasting it all on that fucker. You should be getting with a real man.”

(Y/N) shuffled uncomfortably, now putting her cup down on the snack table. “I’m perfectly happy with Marshall, thank you. Besides, you have a girlfriend. One who is literally at this very party right now.”

He waved off the comment, as if it weren’t a real concern. (Y/N) looked around the room, desperate to find someone she knew who could save her from that situation.

Across the room, Marshall was glaring daggers into the back of Kells’ head. He could see the uncomfortable look on (Y/N)’s face, and saw the drink she had just discarded on the table. He knew something was happening, something he didn’t like.

“Why the fuck did you invite him?” he asked Paul. “Why didn’t you warn me first?”

“It needed to be an authentic meet up to end the beef,” Paul responded. “After tonight you won’t see or hear from him ever again.”

“You bet I won’t, because I’ll have him six feet under the fucking ground if he doesn’t get away from (Y/N).”

Paul looked over at the two. His face grew concerned upon seeing (Y/N)’s. “It can’t be anything too serious. He’s here with Megan, remember?”

“Do you see Megan anywhere around here, Paul?” Marshall asked.

He was so furious you could almost see the cartoon smoke coming from his ears. He was clutching his plastic cup so hard that it would’ve shattered into a million pieces if it was glass. It dropped from his hand suddenly when he saw Kells grab (Y/N)’s waist, trying to pull her closer to him. Both Paul and Dre had to grab him to stop him from going over and beating the shit out of Kells right then and there.

“Calm down, man,” Dre told him.

“He’s fucking touching her, Dre!” Marshall snapped. “She’s obviously uncomfortable, let me go over there and beat the shit out of him!”

“Not here,” Paul said. “Not in front of all these people. Go over and get her - peacefully - then you guys can just leave. This was a stupid idea from me.”

“Really fucking stupid,” Marshall hissed as he pulled away from the two. He tried to keep his anger at bay as he went over and wrapped an arm around (Y/N), effectively pulling her from Kells’ grasp. “Come on, babe, let’s go home.”

“What’s wrong, Marshall? Don’t like another man talking to your girl?” Kells challenged.

“I don’t like other men grabbing my girl when she’s obviously uncomfortable, no,” Marshall responded.

“Sounds a little insecure to me. Maybe you should work on that, man. You’ll be able to keep up with this absolute bombshell when you’re not so over jealous of her.”

Marshall’s grip on (Y/N)’s waist tightened. She tried to calm him down, but it was obvious he was past the point of no return.

“Fuck you,” he snapped. “Man, I don’t know what your fucking problem is, but you’re the one who started all of this shit. Now you’re coming here, to my launch party, trying to flirt with my girl, and now you’re insulting me?! Must be a sad existence you live, Kelly, when you can’t even be happy with your own success. You have to keep trashing on someone else who’s doing much better than you.”

Kells’ cheeks were tinted pink with anger as he glared at the two of them.

“I suggest going to find your girlfriend while you still have one,” (Y/N) told him. “Because I will be telling her about this whole...incident between us.”

Before any other words could be said, Marshall took (Y/N) and guided her out of the building. When they got to the car, he sat in the driver’s seat for just a second, trying to make himself calm down.

“I should go back in there and fucking kill him,” he said, more to himself than to (Y/N).

“No you shouldn’t,” she told him. “He was just trying to push your buttons. He seems very happy with Megan, and there were so many other girls at that party he could’ve flirted with if he just wanted to be a scumbag. He only chose me because he knew it would get to you.”

She reached over and put a hand over one of Marshall’s that was clutching the steering wheel. On contact, he loosened his grip and realized how much his hands hurt from holding the wheel too tightly.

“Whatever his intentions were, they don’t matter,” she assured him. “I love you, Marshall, and only you. No other asshole will ever come in and swoop me away from you.”

He chuckled at her slight insult, their own way of flirting with one another. He leaned across and kissed her gently on the lips before finally starting the car.

“Let’s get the fuck out of here.”

#eminem #eminem imagine #eminem x reader #marshall mathers #marshall mathers imagine #marshall mathers x reader #imagine #one shot #request #fanfiction #fanfic #fandom

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thegremlincrowsnest · 4 years

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Porn Idea #548

Aizawa/Hizashi/Reader

I’ll be posting this to AO3 after some final editing but I was too impatient to share it with you guys!

CW: Afab language, daddy is said, double penetration, anal, Cernunnos just being a really horny mofo You're a new art teacher, married to a fellow teacher, Shouta Aizawa, the history teacher. You started working with him a few months ago, part-time, after finishing some freelance gigs and wanting a change of pace for a while. It was nice working with your partner and teaching a new group of students to love the arts as you do. However, Shouta slowly gets jealous of how often you innocently flirt with the music teacher Hizashi Yamada and the gym teacher Toshinori Yagi. From there, that’s when he starts picking up some of his old gang behavior, wanting to claim you and make sure no one messes with what’s his. Hizashi definitely tests him by letting his hands linger on your back or shoulders when Shouta is watching. Hizashi was his old second in command from back in the day. He casually speaks in code to Shouta even when you're present. Whenever he was at your house, he lets his hands slide up your thigh or play with the elastic band of your short shorts. He would snap them, chuckling at your squeals and keeping eye contact with Shouta as he says, “Careful, my dear, don’t want to fuel the thoughts of wolves that hunger for you.” All you can do is blush and not fully understanding the weird vibe they’re giving off to each other but doesn’t question it.

After Hizashi makes that wolf comment what Shouta goes, “Well, I don’t think there are any wolves brave enough to bite what’s mine....” to try and push Hizashi to the edge. Of course, Hizashi rises to the challenge, pulling you back against him, his arms wrapping around you while he looks at your lover, saying, “And what if there was a wolf brave enough?” Shouta walks up, pressing close to your front as you Y/N.exe stopped working as you were sandwiched between two men who have some history. “W-would anyone like some lemonade? Hizashi let his hands trail down your sides, digging his fingers into the top of your thighs. “The only thing I’m thirsty is for you, darling,” Shouta growls at that and leans in to say, “Hizashi...if you wanted me to fuck you senseless again, you didn’t need to tease my partner like this,” to which Hizashi smirks and grabs your throat, tilting your head upwards, saying, “What if I want both?” Shouta chuckles, moving your head back and leaning in to kiss you softly, asking, “What do you think, my love?”

You’re in heaven blushing and letting them handle you like some prized possession. Hizashi just smiles and lets his hands slide back up over your breast. Chuckling at the small noises you make. “You picked a perfect one as always, Shouta.” Then finally, you snap out of it a little and weasels your way out with a chuckle. “L-let me get that lemonade for you boys”“Oh no, you don’t....don’t avoid my question, baby,” Shouta would say as he grabs your wrist to pull you back in. Pushing you to his chest and wrapping an arm around your waist to pin you against his throbbing cock. “I want to know what you think of Hizashi here...eating you out while I pound this ass...”

Hizashi moans at the suggestion, holding onto your hips and grinding his own dick against your ass. “Don’t tease me with a good time like that, baby...” Hizashi moans in your ear; you could only moan softly and lean into them. Your eyelids drooped, and you press your ass against Hizashi some more. “I-I’d like that a lot, Sir.... mmmm, I think Hizashi is quite handsome, and I-I wouldn’t mind him eating me out if you’d allow it.” The scent of their cologne mixed together made you dizzy. You had to press your thighs together to prevent any of your juices from dripping onto the carpet. The two boys share a look. It was only for a moment, but it’s almost as if they had a full conversation. Because before you could register what’s about to happen, Hizashi chuckles and turns you around, pinning you to the counter, standing in front of you while he leans down to grab the counter by your sides. “You think I’m handsome, baby? Even with your sexy husband around?” He teases, leaning in to kiss your neck. His fingers slipping down to play with the hem of your shorts. You squealed and ran your hands through his hair. “Ohh~ I mean, I’ve always thought you both were very sexy,” you say as you switched from looking at him to Shouta. you rubbed your thighs together and whimpered at the intensity of his gaze. “Fuck boys, if you’re just gonna tease me, I’ll just leave then~” Shouta grabs your neck tightly. Turning you to face him as Hizashi drops to his knees. “Do you really think you could leave right now, baby....” he stares into your eyes. “Your job is to feed the hungry men in this house. And you have two to satisfy,” he says as he leans in to kiss you, wanting to devour you now but knowing the best is yet to come.

Meanwhile, Hizashi chuckles while he pushes your thighs apart, enjoying the view. “How could you leave when you’re a mess like this?~” he teases as he runs a finger through your pretty wet lips “what do you want me to do about it?”You couldn’t help but squeal as you came. Squirting onto Hizashis face as your thighs quivered and your back arched, blushing furiously. “Oh god...I-I’m so sorry Hizashi...t-this has never happened before. I’m so embarrassed.” Your heart pounded as you looked up between Shouta and him, expecting a laugh or look of disgust. ”Well, that was a first. Fucking hot, that’s what it was,” They say to one another. With a primal growl, Hizashi roughly spreads your thighs open and dives in to devour you. His tongue teasing your entrance as he takes the time to also suck on your clit. Shouta gets stunned for a moment before giving a low chuckle, “who knew my darling love had more tricks up your sleeve?” He says all sweet as he then rips the front of your shorts open, “if you’re gonna act like a whore you should look like one.” You threw your head back and moaned loudly again. “Fuck yes, I’m a whore~ a cock drunk whore! Jesus that feels so good~” you tugged his hair gently as you looked to Shouta. “Please, sirs have your way with me...I’ve been dreaming of this for so long. “In that case....” Shouta pushes Hizashis’s face away from your cunt and lifts you up, to then roughly toss your ass up onto the kitchen table “in that case, well, eat you up till there’s nothing left.” Shouta spreads your legs open by kicking your feet apart, and after he lets his erection out, he slaps it onto your ass. “Beg bitch”. Meanwhile, Hizashi strips and moves to stand in front of your mouth. His dick sliding across your pouty lips. You squeal and push back to try and grind against his cock. “Fuck me, sir~ please fill me up and use me!” You licks against Hizashis’s cock gently before opening your mouth for him, looking up at him with a soft whine. Pushing back, almost sliding Shouta’s cock into you, but he groans softly as he pulls back. “God, I need you both inside me so bad~” You moan out. “What do you think, Hizashi?” Shouta teases, letting his cock rut gently against your lips, not giving you the friction you desire just yet. “Aren’t they beautiful?” He asks while his hand caresses your ass and slaps it occasionally. Enjoying the moans coming from your lips. “I agree with that,” Hizashi says as his breathing gets heavy, holding onto your chin and letting his thumb run across your bottom lip. His cock throbbing against your cheek. “But I think we both know how to make them look even prettier,” he taunts. Looking up to Shouta. In silent understanding, ignoring your begging, they both ram their cocks into you fully at the same time. Shouta grabs onto your hips and fucks you slowly, while Hizashi holds onto your head. You could only squeal as they began to use you; looking up at Hizashi, he swore your pupils turned to hearts as they fucked you. Drool and precum began to drip from your lips as you push back against Shouta, clenching around him and grinding against his hips. Slowly you move your hands onto Hizashis hips, gripping them as you helped him fuck your throat. You squealed and moaned helplessly, in pure bliss at the two men ravaging you like an animal. The men moan and grunt as they thrust into you. Shouta makes sure to slap your ass to keep you moaning underneath him. “You like that, huh you whore? Being treated like a cocksleeve just for us?” Hizashi moans at that even. His hands running down your chest to pull and pinch your nipples. “If you want more slut you’re gonna need to make us cum. That’s what you’re best at, isn’t it?” Hizashi says. You pull back and jerks Hizashis’s cock as you whimper. “Fuck, if you let me ride you both, I’ll be able to show you want I really can do~” clenching around Shouta, bouncing against him slowly. You look up at Hizashi with big eyes as you say. “Don’t you wanna fuck my ass Hizashi~” Hizashis knees buckle a bit at that suggestion. He looks from your messy face to Shouta’s with pleading eyes. Well, who is he to say no? He pulls out of your pussy and takes a step back. He twists you around to lay on your back and pushes your feet towards your head “hold onto your ankles, baby.” With a giddy smile, you do as your told, holding your ankles to your head. “I’m ready~” He smirks down at you as he slides his cock into your pussy, moaning appreciatively as he does so. And then he wraps his arms around you to lift you up, clutching you against him. Without missing a beat, Hizashi comes up behind you. Kissing the back of your neck and sliding a finger into your ass to get you ready for him. You let go of your legs, allowing them to hang off of his shoulders. Whimpering softly, you nuzzle into him as you feel Hizashis’s fingers. Desperately wanting to grind against those fingers and the cock deep inside you groaning in frustration. “More~ please more!” Hizashi smirks, bringing his hips to your ass, massaging your cheeks with his fingers. “What are we to do with such a naughty kitten like you?” He teases, slapping your ass roughly. “Already so full of cock but wanting more...” he pushes his tip against your tight entrance. Shouta tilts your chin up to kiss you, “I guess we need to punish them then by filling them up. You can’t leave the house if you’re full of cum.” He says. You could only whimper as you felt him press against your entrance “H-Hizashi, don’t be a tease anh!” You said as you tried to push back. Hearing Shouta say they’ll fill you up sent you into a spiral. Shivering and squirting on his cock you whimpered. “Yes! F-fill me up, please!~ I’ll be a good Kitten.” you babbled on as you felt your mind slipping. "Tsk tsk making such a mess..." Shouta says. "Looks like it’s time to plug them up~" Hizashi continues for him, thrusting his full length inside your ass. The two of them thrust at different times, constantly changing the pressure inside of you. They both lean into the sides of your head, Hizashi giving you praise while Shouta continues to degrade you. You couldn’t help the whimpers that escaped your lips as you were filled. Threading a hand through Hizashis hair, you leaned back. “So good~ you guys make me feel so good,” you moan softly. You can feel the beginnings of small bruises on your hips and thighs but accepted them fully. Your holes leak and throbbed around the two cocks inside of you. Then you had a wonderful idea “C-come on, Shouta~ Don’t want Hizashi to outdo you.” Hizashi chuckles at that. “Am I making you feel that good baby?” He says as he looks Shouta in the eyes. Continuing, he says, “Make you feel so good you wanna be bred on my cock? Make you full with my cum to have my babies?” This makes Shouta possessively growl and slap your ass “who are you to be making such claims bitch?” He then grabs onto your throat to slightly choking you. “you will cum on my dick, and you will enjoy it. Like the cock whore you are. Be bred.” You moan softly at the feeling of his hand. Then smirks when you say, “Make me~” you loved pushing his buttons and seeing how far you can take him. “Make me, or else I’ll ask Hizashi to hold me up while he fucks my ass in your face.” You clenched around their cocks as you felt Shouta growl and thrust faster. Hizashis hands move up to pinch and pull your nipples, reaching down to rub your clit as he keeps slowly fucking your ass. In return, he tightened his grip on your hips, his fingers pushing deep onto your muscles, forming bruises that will be visible all week long. He was going slow to be nice and match Hizashi in your ass, but if you wanted to be a brat like this, he’d treat you like the ragdoll you want to be. He growls and starts moving you on his cock and thrusting faster and deeper into you. “Looks like I need to remind you who’s in charge here, kitten....” he leans in and marks up your neck as he says, “If you behave and tighten up, maybe I’ll fill you up like you’ve wanted.” Your eyes crossed as you squealed, “yes, daddy~ fuck, please fill me up. I want your babies!” Your resolve faded as you felt his cock hit against your womb entrance. Hizashi chuckled and started speeding up as well, making your body shiver. “H-harder, please, daddy fucking put me in my place, please!” You say as your pussy tightens up around them both. You reach down to rub your clit as you watch his cock disappear inside of you. He grins and keeps this pace, making sure every thrust into your sloppy pussy hits you deep. “Look at this whore, playing with their clit while we fill them up, Hizashi....” he teases and smirks at the blonde “what do you suggest we do?” Hizashi also smirks and leans in to kiss your shoulder, picking up his pace to match Shouta’s. “I think we need to fill them up for days....that sound like a good idea?” He grins and keeps this pace, making sure every thrust into your sloppy pussy hits her deep. “Yes, yes, fill me up! Fuck I want your cum so fucking bad~” you lean back and pull Hizashis’s face close. Kissing him deeply as your other hand cups Shouta’s cheek. “I feel so good~ god, you’re both so fucking thick~,” you say as you feel them throb deep inside of you. It’s a nice sight, seeing the two of them kiss. Not that he’ll admit it for now. But he knows he’s getting there. He leans his head on her shoulder and focuses on how soft and wet and warm you are. God, he can get lost in you for hours. You’re gonna look so good full of his kids. Over and over. “God baby, I’m gonna fill you up...” he moans, shuddering as he thrusts fully into you and filling you up with his cum. You hold onto him tight as you feel him cum deep inside. You whimper softly and bite down on his shoulder as you cum as well. You feel Hizashi stop and look back, confused. “What’s wrong?” You ask cutely. He helps Shouta pull out before thrusting into your pussy cumming as well. He groans and rubs your clit softly, helping you through another orgasm. “Oh god~ I’m so full~ fuck daddy, it feels so good” Well shit...that was a surprise. Shouta thought, but you look so happy being full, so it’s okay for now. Carefully he and Hizashi get you to sit on the couch. More so, sitting on a combination of their laps. Their hands and kisses soft on your skin, helping to soothe you. “What a good kitten you are, baby...” Shouta praises you, “maybe we need to have guests over more often.”

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band--psycho · 4 years

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Raymond Smith Smut-Not So Calm And Collected

Written for @hotdamnhunnam writing challenge! Congratulations again on reaching such a huge milestone, you deserve it all and more! Just a fic based around these three prompts:

Intense Possessive/Jealousy

Extreme Dom/Sub

Punishment/Pain

(If this is not you thing, then please don’t read below the cut ) Hope you all enjoy 💖

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Raymond was normally very controlled when it came to his emotions, he rarely let anything bother him and if it did, he was quick to put a lid on his emotions but the sight before him...that was something that made his blood boil.

He couldn’t help but watch as her hips swayed rhythmically to the beat of the music, all of the men were looking at her with a predatory look in their eye, each one eager to try and capture her. None of them would usually bother him, but there was a particularly ballsy young man, probably around his mid twenties, who just couldn’t seem to keep his hands to himself, they wandered up and down Y/n/ns waist as she grinded against him. And that’s when Ray felt it. A feeling that he’d only ever heard of. Jealously. Yes you heard right. The calm, cool and collected Raymond Smith was jealous of a twenty something year old. It should’ve been him that she was grinding against on that dance floor, it should be him who had his hands all over her while whispering all kinds of dirty things in her ear. It should have been him. He’d had feelings for her for so long but then work got in the way and the two drifted apart...he didn’t even know she was coming to the party tonight until she walked through the door wearing a glamorously tight fitted black dress, that showed off all of her curves in all the right ways.

Maybe it was the small amount of alcohol he had, maybe it was the way his blood was boiling as he watched the scene continue between Y/n/n and the other guy, maybe it was the months of built up feelings and emotions that Y/n/n caused him to feel. Or maybe it was a mixture of every single one of those things. But before his mind got a chance to process what his body was doing he was making his way to the dance floor. His eyes locked on Y/n/ns.

“Hey Ray,” she drawled, glancing over at him momentarily before turning her eyes back to the younger guy; he small yet delicate fingers caressed the man's cheeks and Ray couldn’t help but remember how soft her hands were, how they always seemed to wash away all the shit that had happened in the day. Ray didn’t say anything, instead he simply grabbed the hand that was caressing the man's cheeks and began pulling her away from the crowded dance floor. All eyes were on them, but Ray didn’t care. He needed Y/n/n, more than he needed anything else in the world. Luckily enough Mickey and Roz were there to settle down the people that had a problem and within a few seconds the party had returned to normal. Y/n/n surprisingly hadn’t uttered a single word since he’d grabbed her nor did she try to pull away from his grip, in fact it was almost like she let him do what he did...the cogs started to work in Rays mind as he calmly but quickly made his way to his hotel room, maybe she wanted this as badly as he did...maybe she missed him as much as he missed her. He opened the door, his hand still grabbed tightly around hers as he pulled her into the room, shutting the door with a loud slam before locking it.

“What the fuck was that?” Ray seethed, his glasses fogging up slightly in pure rage, thinking back to what she had been doing on that dance floor.

“What did it look like I was doing,” Y/n/n began in a sing song like voice as she sat down on the silken sheet double bed “I was dancing,” she continued with a small smirk on her face, a smirk that she knew damn well would her Ray riled up.

“You were acting like a fucking slut!” He snapped, the anger in his voice evident as he took off his fogging glasses and under the top button of his shirt in an attempt to cool down, physically not metaphorically.

“Why do you care?” The y/c/h female asked, rising from the bed and slowly making her way over to Ray who was still near the door.

“I’m not yours,” she whispered, her heels adding some extra height onto her so they were now at eye level.

“And,” she began, leaning closer into him, enough so that she could feel his erection growing in his trousers, “I can do...whatever...the fuck..I like,” in between those brief pauses of her words she placed a delicate, open mouthed kiss down his neck, before pulling away with a triumphant look in her eyes and a victorious smile on her face. As she went to unlock the door something inside Ray snapped. He grabbed her tightly, turning her around and pinning her against the wall.

“You’re mine,” Ray growled lowly, placing his lips onto hers in a rough and quick kiss. The action instantly causing Y/n/ns most intimate areas to tingle in excitement.

“You’ve always been mine,” he reminded, pressing his body into hers so she could feel just how hard he was for her, something which Y/n/n greatly appreciated, only adding to her already building arousal.

“And you will always be mine,” and with that he moved his hands from her wrists to her face, one hand cupping her cheek, the other wrapping around her neck, holding her in place as she desperately tried to kiss him, craving the touch of his lips on hers.

“Such a needy little slut,” Ray whispered just inches away from her lips.

“Say it, say what you are,” he ordered, lightly adding pressure to her neck in a brief squeeze.

“I’m..I’m a needy..needy little..slut,” Y/n/n choked out, revelling in the pleasure that all of this was giving her.

“You know what happens next, don’t you, sweetheart?” Ray asked, raising an eyebrow as he waited for her to answer, but all she did was nod, a crimson colour filling her cheeks as she did so.

“No, no, no, that’s not happening. You’re gonna tell me what happens next, you wanted to play this game,” he started, moving his hand slightly so he could suck some of the exposed flesh on her skin, causing Y/n/n to moan out in pure pleasure, not being able to hold back as his teeth bit down on her skin, “don’t be brat just because you’re losing,” he whispered against her ear, his hand returning to wrap around her neck, his thumb tracing over the purple bruises he’d left there, acting as reminder of who she belonged to.

“I...I get punished…” she stuttered out, doubting that she’d be able to keep herself from falling over the edge before Ray was happy with the punishment.

“Yes you do, the question is, how many spanks is it going to take?” He questioned, releasing his grip on her throat, before taking off his waistcoat, folding it away neatly and standing by the edge of the bed. Of course the question was rhetorical, he didn’t want a number, he wanted a specific answer.

“How ever many you think I need to have, Sir,” Y/n/n answered, earning a somewhat satisfied smile from Ray as he beckoned her over to him with a knowing look. Without any words having to be exchanged Y/n/n kicked off her heels and made her way to the centre of the bed, her dress barely covering her butt cheeks. Ray let out a small chuckle as he caressed her butt cheek, both loving and hating the fact that she decided not to wear any panties tonight. The contact of his hand on her bare flesh is electric, and that’s just from one, soft, delicate touch, Y/n/n had no idea how she was going to get through any of this without exploding, and Ray knew. Teasingly, his fingers moved down, to her aching pussy, without any warning he ran his index finger down her slit, another moan escaping past Y/n/ns lips as he did so trying ever so hard not to fall over that edge.

“A needy little cunt for a needy little slut,” he whispered, withdrawing his finger and moving it back up to her butt, drawing soft soothing circles on her sensitive skin, just as Y/n/n began to hope that she’d gotten away with it all, she felt a sharp tingling pain spread across the cheeks of her butt. “After that litte stunt you just pulled,” Ray started, using his free hand to grab some of her hair, pulling her back so she was leaning against him, “your ass is gonna be seven different shades of red and when I’m done with you, you’re not gonna be able to sit down for a week,” he growled animalistically into her neck as he pushed her back down into her original position. And that’s when it started, the relentless assault on her butt cheeks, the stinging sensation causing both pain and pleasure as each cheek shook slightly with the harsh contract of Ray's hand. She tried so desperately hard to count them all, but in the end she lost track, drowning in the ecstasy of pleasure that he was causing. She wasn’t sure how much time had passed when he finally decided to stop but when he did she felt like her butt was red raw, it was stinging from the amount of impact it had on it but the pain only added to Y/n/ns almost overflowing pleasure. In one swift movement, Ray flipped her round, the cool feeling of the sheets soothing her butt slightly. He loved seeing her like this, helpless and overwhelmed with pleasure. He made quick work of ripping the flimsy dress off of Y/n/n before quickly disregarding his own clothes, placing them neatly along with his waistcoat. The bed dipped slightly, making Y/n/n briefly snap back to reality as she watched Ray position himself between her legs. She was desperate for him. And he knew it. “I own you,” he muttered, lowly as delicately placed his hands on her exposed chest, tracing his finger over her breast, pinching her already hardened nipples slightly coaxing another moan from Y/n//ns lips; after a few seconds his fingers were replaced by his lips, sucking the sensitive flesh of one breast decorating it in a an array of hickies, his other hand still teasing her other breast; whispering the same words again “I own you.” And then he switched, giving the other breast ample attention too. Y/n/n just wanted to fall over the edge, but she knew she couldn’t, if she did now, it would lead to another punishment and as much as Y/n/n loved punishment, she didn’t want another one. She wanted...no she needed Raymonds cock. His lips worked their way down to her abdomen, his lustful eyes locking onto hers as he stopped just above where she craved him the most. The tickle from his beard on her sensitive skin only adding to her pleasure.

“Tell me what you want,” Ray ordered, his thumb teasingly tapping away at her clit in a slow rhythm.

“You...need...need you,” Y/n/n moaned out, bucking her hips, desperate for more contact. But her answer simply got a shake of Raymond’s head.

“You’ve forgotten all the rules haven’t you,” Ray said a devilish smirk playing on his features, as he lowered his head down so it was infront of her soaking pussy.

“You’re such a needy little slut you’ve forgotten one of the main rules,” as he said those words he slowly connected his mouth to her clit, running his tongue slowly across her aching bud. In amidst all the overwhelming pleasure and desire Y/n/n was feeling she knew what he wanted, she just needed to somehow find the words in her almost blank mind.

“Please sir...please...I need you...I need you so badly..please sir..please,” she moaned out, her hands desperately wanting to pull his hair and pull him closer towards her, but she knew at the current moment that was not a good idea, so instead she grabbed hold of the duvet, her hands turning into first around them.

“That’s better,” Ray praised, placing one final kiss on her clit before kneeling upright aligning himself with her aching entrance. Slowly, he pushed inside of her allowing her to get used to his huge length again; as soon as the guttural moans left her lips he showed no restraint, rapidly pounding in and out of her, hitting her g-spot every. Single. Time. She released the duvet from her grip, wanting nothing more than to wrap her arms around him, as if reading her mind Ray placed his hands on her wrist, pinning her down, denying her what she wanted, as he continued to hit that right spot repeatedly. There was no word to describe the pure bliss Y/n/n as her orgasm began to build. She couldn’t think. She could barely move. All she could do was lay on the bed and enjoy every single moment with Ray. She knew he was close too, his rapid thrusts grew even more frantic and the groan that escaped his lips as he chased his real ease was like serotonin for Y/n/n.

“Sir...I..I,” Y/n/n moaned out as she began to fall over the edge, falling deep into the pleasure that had been building for so long.

“Me too, sweetheart,” Ray groaned out, reaching his own release as soon as he felt the walls of Y/n/s pussy clench around him. He slowly fucked her through her orgasm, each thrust making it more and more intense. When he was sure she’d finished, he pulled out of her and rolled onto the other side of the bed, bringing her into embrace. His arm protectively wrapped around her as he admired the bold purple bruises on her neck. Neither one of them had to say anything, they knew from this point on, they belonged to each other. They would discuss it all in the morning of course, Raymond already had an idea of what to order for her for breakfast, but now, neither of them could string together a proper sentence. Y/n/n simply snuggled into his chest and Ray quietly whispered the word “mine” before they both closed their eyes, smiles on both of their faces as they drifted off to sleep.

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anxiousstark · 4 years

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The three times JJ tried not to break down + the time he did | JJ MAYBANK

Request: “Fluff request: The day after JJ has a fight with his dad, the reader and JJ stay in bed laying down facing each other and their noses are touching and they have their hands intertwined and the reader is telling JJ everything she loves about him.”

Word Count: 1977

Warnings: Changed it a little bit. Mentions of abuse, drugs, blood, swearing (always). Didn’t proofread much, I’m tired.

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You couldn't help but laugh loudly as JJ Maybank guided you around the beach, dancing under the moonlight. His chest rumbled while he examined how dizzy you felt from going in circles. "It's coming. It's coming." He warned. His left hand ended up resting on your waist while his right hand, was intertwined with yours. "I'm going to dip you." And he did. And when he did, you had the best view, even though everything seemed to move as you were dizzy from laughing and dancing so much with him. You could see JJ Maybank's face and the fully-starred dark sky behind him.

JJ let you fall on the sand gently, falling next to you and breathing hard. You were still laughing, serotonin running through your veins.

"You guys are stupid," Kiara smirked, sitting down on the sand, cuddling Pope whose arms were wide open, hoping to hug the girl he was in love with, and warming her up as the night seemed to be cold. "I admire you two not having worries at all." She sighed, still smiling.

"Ugh," The blond next to you groaned. "You are just jealous because I prefer Y/N as my dancing partner." He teased her, making her roll her eyes. "And she prefers me." He glanced at you.

Turning your head to the side to look at him, you nodded. "But I think we didn't dance much, most likely we were going in circles." You grinned. The boy laughed, coughing due to how hard he was laughing. Happily, you gazed at the sky. "I'm sleepy." Yawning, you turned on your side, getting closer to JJ. His left arm was under his head while his right arm immediately brought you closer to him, helping you rest your head on his chest.

You liked JJ Maybank, but you always believed that he was far from your reach. And (probably) he just saw you as his closest friend. However, even if it killed you deep inside, you would stay like you were if that meant JJ Maybank would be the happiest person in the world because he deserved it more than anyone else.

But.

When Kiara had said that she admired how both of you had nothing to worry about, she didn't know the weight he carried on his back due to the situation in his house. JJ didn't cough because he was laughing too hard, he coughed because his father had beaten him last night and his tummy was full of red bruises, turning into purple and green.

JJ and you were the only ones in the Chateau. Sarah and Kie and went out grocery shopping, dragging John B with them. Pope was coming later as he had to help his dad with some late deliveries. Therefore, the Maybank boy, and you were the only ones, playing with a volleyball you had found while going to the Chateau.

JJ tried not to be competitive, not wanting to hit the ball with too much strength, accidentally hitting you and causing you pain. Hence, he tried to use a suitable strength, passing the ball to you. You were doing the same.

However, the ball fell to the ground as you saw two cars getting too close to both of you. "JJ," You whispered without turning around to glance at him. You just felt his hand grabbing your wrist and pulling you behind him as he saw some people getting out of the car, coming closer to both of you in quick steps. "Who are they?"

"I don't know." He noticed that those young adults looked furious. He didn't like the way they were getting closer to the both of you, especially because two of them were grabbing basketball bats. "Just stay behind me, okay?"

"JJ Maybank, right?" One of them asked. He seemed to be the leader. The blond boy nodded, which was the only thing you could see as you were listening to him, staying behind him. His arms were extended because everyone would have to pass over his dead body to get to you. That wouldn't happen. "Your fucking dad said to come to find you. He said you would pay us."

"What?" You didn't know what they were talking about. "He lied to you all. I have nothing to do with him, especially with that topic." He growled. "I don't even have money for myself. He is avoiding paying you all."

"Well, I don't care," The man gritted his yellow teeth. He seemed to be young, but he looked so fucked up. "I care about my money."

"Well, I don't care," JJ answered back. "I care about you all getting out of here because I have nothing to do with that son of a bitch."

The man walked closer to both of you, his hands gripping JJ's shirt collar, moving him harshly until his back hit the trunk of a tree. "I want my fucking money! And I don't care what I have to do to get it." He spitted on his face.

"Oh," God no, you knew that tone. You knew JJ was going to be sarcastic, and you were already shaking from fear. "So you are into BDSM?"

"Oh, so you are one of those funny guys, uh?" He made a gesture with his head. One of the other men walked closer to you, one of those who had a bat. You tried to step back, but he quickly grabbed your arm. "Let's see how much you laugh now, boy."

Maybank noticed what was going on, his eyes going from the man that was grabbing you to his bat. "Don't you dare."

"Let's show the boy that we don't joke around with mad drug dealers that are anxious to get their fucking money." Another gesture. Next thing you knew, the bat had hit your upper thigh, making you gasp. Eyes glistened due to the pain he had inflicted.

"Dude," JJ screamed, spitting all over the man's face. "I'm not fucking kidding, you hear me?" He glanced at the man that was seizing you. "I will fucking go crazy and kill all of you if you touch her again, you hear me?!" He started fighting against the man that had him clutched by his collar, trying to get away from him. "Don't you fucking even look at her!" He continued screaming, which made you break down, sobbing violently. "Don't be fucking cowards! Come at me! She has nothing to do with this!"

And that's how you ended up being seized too, so you wouldn't run to JJ while the others were beating the shit out of him. When they left, you ran to him. He was just there; pale, spitting blood, not being able to move from the ground. And thankfully, the others arrived, shocked to see their bloody friend laying on the ground while you were on your knees, crying and asking him what you could do to help him.

While explaining the situation as best as you could while sobbing hysterically, John B and Pope helped JJ sit down, giving him some time before they would help him inside the Chateau. Kiara was searching the aid kit, and Sarah had gone inside to get a glass of water so JJ could clean his bloody mouth.

"H-Hey," JJ stopped you from talking or weeping. "T-That was n-nothing. I-I'm perfectly f-f-fine."

No, he wasn't.

"Hey, we can't leave yet." You furrowed your eyebrows, glancing at your friends, who were excited to get into the water. "JJ isn't here."

"He texted me saying he can't come today. Said he felt sick." Pope shrugged. What?

JJ texted Pope Heyward to tell him that he wouldn't join you all today, and that was strange. That was so rare. You were always JJ's first option when he needed to call or text someone. Okay, maybe you were overreacting, and nothing was going on. But you couldn't help but feel this uneasy feeling thinking that maybe JJ texted Pope because he was mad at you, or something had happened to him.

Intrusive thoughts run through your head, making you even more anxious. "I'm going to bail on you guys!" You ran to John B, showing him your hand, asking to borrow his car. He placed the keys on your hand without asking where you were going. "Have fun! Don't wait up for me!" You screamed while running towards the car.

Your heart broke.

Your heart broke because you had noticed that JJ avoided talking about his dad. He never talked about his family, claiming that the Pogues were the only people he needed.

Your heart broke because you had noticed how he seemed to avoid swimming, not wanting to take his shirt off. You noticed how his confidence disappeared. You noticed all those things but tried to convince yourself that everything was alright. Because the last time you asked JJ if he was doing fine, he avoided the topic.

Your heart broke because you had parked the car at the end of the street. An empty street if only JJ Maybank's father wasn't hitting him repeatedly, pushing him inside their house. You gasped and got mad at yourself for not coming out of the car and insulting that son of a bitch. But maybe walking closer to JJ would make his dad even madder, hitting him harder. That's why you waited for the right moment.

You closed the door behind you, trying not to make any sound. Going upstairs and cursing yourself lowly when the old wood creaked. "Fuck, where was it?" Finding the door you were searching for, you opened it slowly.

The person lying on the bed quickly turned to glance at you, terrified of someone breaking in his house. "Y/N?" The blond boy turned on the lamp that was beside him. "H-How?" He glanced at you with a confused expression decorating his face. "D-Did you just break into my house?"

You nodded your head, taking off your shoes and getting into his bed. His face was full of bruises and scratches. Biting your lower lip, you tried not to cry for him. "You taught me to do so," Both of you were lying on your stomachs, facing each other. "JJ," You started, getting closer to him until your noses were touching and his hot breathe fanned over your face. "I love you," You swallowed. "I love you more than a friend does, and I want you to know that you are so loved. We love everything about you. I love everything about you."

JJ's face came even closer, his lips grazing yours, too emotionally tired to kiss you as bad as he wanted since you guys were fifteen. He pecked your lips. "I love you too."

"You know we all are here, right?" Your left hand found his right, clutching it as gently and firmly as you could.

He nodded his head. "He makes me feel like I'm not worth anything." His eyes got teary until he couldn't hold the tears anymore, running down his red cheeks due to the pain and anger he felt.

"I'm going to beat him up," JJ chuckled. "The way you would give your own life for everyone you love? The way someone hurts you deeply, but you would still give them a second choice because you believe people should have opportunities? The way you move me away from the road when we are walking, and you get that place? The way you always remember to buy everyone's favourite snacks when it's your turn to do grocery shopping for the Chateau? The way you smile and make everyone feel better?" The way-."

"Okay, okay," He stopped you, pecking your lips. "I get it. I'm worth it."

"Yes, you are."

JJ Maybank broke down that night. But JJ Maybank had all of the Pogues to help him get up.

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ikeromantic · 3 years

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My Home Is Your Home

A Mitsuhide Akechi fanfic occuring after the events in the Romantic Route epilogue. Approx 1100 words.

First: Mitsuhide and the Maiden

Previous: My Favorite Place

Sakamoto Castle* rose high above the town, its towers reflecting in the waters of Lake Awaumi. The estate was set apart from the bustling town by a moat and low rock walls that shaped concentric rings around the castle.

“It’s beautiful,” the chatelaine clapped her hands in surprise. “Almost as big as Azuchi too . . .”

Mitsuhide grinned. Surprising his little mouse was its own reward. “What did you expect? A castle on the hill? I have one of those too, if you’d prefer.”

Her eyes grew round and wide. “You have another castle?”

“Several. But they are really just held in my name for the Oda. This one - “ he gestured to Sakamoto, “I built.” He did not see a point in mentioning that this was also tactical. To maintain a presence for the Oda built on the remains of enemy lands.

Servants greeted Mitsuhide at the castle gate. Their enthusiasm always put him a little on edge, but he did his best to smile and appreciate the attention.

“My lord, welcome home!”

“Welcome back, my lord!”

“My lord! It has been so long!”

The chatelaine leaned close to whisper. “They sure seem to like you here.”

Mitsuhide shrugged uncomfortably. He’d used his position to strengthen trade in the region, and raised wages for his servants. Happy vassals were harder to bribe, afterall. “This is my fiancee,” he announced, avoiding a reply completely. “Treat her as you would me while we are here.”

And that successfully redirected attention to his little one. She was quickly surrounded by cheerful servants, full of good wishes and a thousand questions.

“Never thought I’d see you get married,” a rough, familiar voice said into Mitsuhide’s little pocket of quiet.

The kitsune warlord turned. “Miyake**.” His eyes lit up at seeing a familiar, trusted face. The young man was almost as tall as Mitsuhide, tanned from long days in the hot sun, his hair a wind-blown mess. Miyake was one of Mitsuhide’s most valued warriors, brave and entirely too honorable to be in the service of the left hand of the Oda. But here he was, and it was good to see him.

“She must be something.”

Mitsuhide nodded. “She is, Miyake.” His expression turned serious. “Is there a reason you’ve returned to Sakamoto? I thought you would be in Chugoku stamping out the last of the shogun’s loyalists.”

The warrior nodded. “We took out the obvious nests. The rest of Ashikaga’s men have scattered, so we’ve scattered too. Tracking them down in small bands. I was following one group with a few of my men.”

“And you tracked them here?” Mitsuhide’s eyebrows rose. “This is the first I’ve heard of it.”

Miyake began to reply, but his mouth snapped shut as the chatelaine approached.

“Hi,” she smiled at the warrior. “I don’t think we’ve met.”

Mitsuhide introduced them. “He is one of my most trusted warriors, but he’s rarely home. I didn’t think you would get to meet him so soon.”

“In that case, I feel very lucky.” She gave a little bow to Miyake, who followed suit a heartbeat later.

“Yes, my lady. I never thought the old fox would find a woman who could put up with him.” Miyake grinned.

The chatelaine laughed, her cheeks heating prettily. “He’s not so hard to put up with.”

The young warrior’s eyebrows rose. “No? Are you sure it’s Akechi Mitushide you mean?” He glanced at his liege-lord. “It’s because he’s standing here, isn’t it. Look, I’ll take you out for some drinks and you can tell me the real story behind you two.”

Mitsuhide’s smile went sharp and before he’d realized he was moving, his arm went around her waist, pulling his little one snug to his side. “I’m afraid she won’t have time for drinks, Miyake. We’ll only be here a short while.”

Miyake knew Mitsuhide pretty well. Well enough to say he’d never seen the warlord jealous. But that was surely what this was. He stifled a laugh. “Then perhaps another time.” He bowed again. “I will write up a full report my lord. My lady, it was good to meet you.”

After the goodbyes were said, and more hellos, Mitsuhide finally guided his little one inside. The castle interior was dim, but airy. The wood polished to a satin shine, the furniture sparse but finely made. All of it was chosen by the castle staff and made by local craftsmen, the better to shape their loyalty.

“Our quarters are on the fourth floor,” he told her, as he helped his little one up the steps.

Her little squeal of pleasure alone was worth the trip as they reached his rooms. There were wide windows here, and a small balcony overlooking the lake. “This view! Mitsuhide, this is better than the tenshu!”

He chuckled. “Do you think so, little mouse?” He did his best to sound coy, but a little pride came through in his voice.

“Look! I can almost see Azuchi across the lake!” She leaned out on the balcony, pointing.

Mitsuhide came up behind her and wrapped his arms around her. It felt so good to hold her like this. His soon-to-be wife in his home. He leaned down and kissed her cheek. “I am glad you like it.”

“I love it,” she sighed, and leaned back against him.

“Then I will make sure we have plenty of opportunities to come back here.”

She turned her head a little to look at him. “Will we be here for long?”

Mitsuhide shrugged. “Three days? Maybe four. It depends on how long it takes Sasuke to travel here.”

The chatelaine straightened quickly, her arms windmilling a moment before she grabbed ahold of the rail. “Sasuke is coming? Here? Why?”

“I thought you’d be pleased.” The comment had the intended effect of derailing her entirely.

“Well . . . I am! I just - isn’t he an enemy ninja? I didn’t expect he would be able to visit me just like that!” The chatelaine smiled. “It will be nice to see him though.”

Mitsuhide almost regretted his decision to meet up with the Kasugayama ninja. But he had a plan and Sasuke’s help was integral. Besides, he shouldn’t mind his lover being happy to see an old friend.

He pulled her close again and pressed a kiss to her lips. Her sound of pleasure in response made his heart race as if it was a first kiss, all over again. “You know,” he whispered between kisses, “we haven’t made love here yet.”

A cough from the doorway punctured the moment before she could reply.

Mitsuhide turned, keeping an arm around his little one.

“My lord.” One of the castle staff bowed. “You have a guest.”

Next: Old Friends, New Adventures

*Mitsuhide built Sakamoto Castle after the events at Enryaku-ji

**Miyake was the name of one of Mitsuhide’s retainers known for his loyalty. He took the name Hidemitsu when he married Mitsuhide’s daughter.

#ikemen sengoku #ikesen mitsuhide #mitsuhide akechi #otome guys #otome #fanfiction #fanfic #fluff

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soldmysoultootomeboys · 4 years

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Jealous Brothers

Writing asmo > Trying to write anyone else

idk why hes just so much fun to write for

Lucifer

You didn’t mean to see them

Lucifer had some errands to run in the human world and you decided to tag along. I mean when you heard how close he would be to your old home town you were eager to go. Sure you might love the Devildom but that didn't mean you weren't a bit homesick for some old sights.

You don't even notice them at first. The thing that alerts you to their presence is the sound of someone yelling before you're tackled into a hug.

You immediately recognize your best friend and are just as excited

Lucifer is confused af???

At first glance he had naturally assumed that they were some sort of assailant. As rare as it was for someone to attack him in the devildom the human world does not carry his same reputation.

But when you go to hug them back he realizes that something else is going on

You explain that this is your best friend and practically beg him to let them tag along

He's reluctantly agrees (Still a bit annoyed that he is once again interrupted on what is supposed to be an outing alone)

But how much trouble could one human cause?

A lot is what he realizes. It's not the trouble itself but the fact that your friend is so...close with you

Always clinging to each other, an arm wrapped around a waist, hugging as you walk, holding hands during breaks, as if you would die without their touch

Were you really so touch starved? Had he not provided you with more than ample opportunity to do the same with him?

Every little touch you gave them was one he had claimed

He had reserved your attention (even going as far as to make up some business on why he was visiting your home in order to catch your interest) and now some interloper was once again stealing you away

The jealousy continues to build as you travel

When it's finally time to bid goodbye (of course with a million hugs and promises to see each other again) he practically drags you away. It's time to take responsibility for your actions and see exactly how jealous you made him

Mammon

It had been pretty hard to make friends in the Devildom, or at least at first

No one had wanted to get close to the new exchange student, unless it was for some other nefarious purpose. So making your first friend (that hadn’t wanted to eat you) was a pretty big deal!

Sure things were no longer so tense with your classmates, (contempt breeds familiarity or something like that) but that doesn’t mean that you should forget the first demon outside the brothers that bothered to look past all of that

You hadn’t been able to spend much time with him thanks to the brothers who seemed to get caught up in some crazy scheme every week, so you decided to invite your bestie over for games and movies

If only you had considered how some of the other demons in your life might react to that

The two of you are cuddling when Mammon walks in. You leg over his thigh with one of his clawed hands curled in your hair, the two of you are the picture of (platonic) love. Well to anyone but Mammon

He freezes when he sees the way you wrap around each other

And then he explodes

"Oi MC! Who is this person!!! Why are they in your bed with you?!!"

You're quick to jump up wanting to introduce your first best friend to your first demon. Why wouldn't you want the most important men in your life to get along?

Mammon does not agree in the slightest.

He doesn't even try to hide it.

After his initial outburst he’s quick to complain about anything this ‘other man’ does, even if its something as harmless as getting a glass of water. After being kicked out from your room (for some reason humans don’t like being yelled at, who knew) he resorts to petty mischief. Like any good demon he immediately decides the best course of action is to prank Lucifer and blame it on your friend.

Like any competent demon Lucifer sees right through his act.

But what else can Mammon do when every cutesy giggle and gently hand holding is like an arrow to his chest. You were the one person who didn’t treat Mammon like shit. He couldn’t just lose you...right? Even if you were happier without him. Even if…

The final straw is when you call your friend ‘love’ cradling his face. Mammon's heart breaks right there.

He sulks in his room for the rest of the time your visitor is there, refusing to leave even when you call for him. But the door is unlocked (a sort of last ditch effort for your attention) and when you walk in you find him moping in the corner. It takes a lot of reassurance and cuddles to remind him that ‘Mammon will always be your number one’ even if you have other friends. He lets you off with a promise that you’d spend as much time holding him as you did your friend. Not that he wants to cuddle or anything (he says arms open wide). It’s just that it's only fair.

Levi

Levi’s the avatar of envy. He knows that. It's in his blood, his very being, to be upset when something takes what's his.

He didn’t get some cool sin like his brothers. No passionate wrath just burning to be unleashed, no pride holding his head high above the clouds where thoughts of jealousy can’t even touch. He was stuck with a disgusting secretive little thing that stewed in his chest and consumed his very being.

It whispers to him at night, tells him about everything he could have. Things that would be easy if he was better or stronger or just not him. It points out the way you linger in his brother's presence and how if he’s not careful he will lose you.

That being said he’s not even surprised to see you with someone else

Of course you have better friends.

I mean Levi was just some otaku you got stuck with. You probably wouldn’t even give him a second glance if you had met somewhere else. He gets it. He knows more than anyone how toxic he is, but do you have to cuddle with someone else right in the middle of the living room?

That's such normie shit.

His jealousy is obvious. He’s the avatar of envy he doesn’t know any other way.

So he continues to send dirty looks to your friend or mutter under his breath (in easy to hear tones) about how ‘it’s totally not fair’

If he’s confronted he’s the type to completely and vehemently deny it. He’ll glare and keep his distance but catch him in a hug and he will completely break down, already melting into a needy puddle even as he attempts to escape your grip. Because that’s just what he was, weak. He doesn’t have an all consuming hunger or glamorous lust, all he has is envy. Something so weak that it melts in your presence. He’s a demon, he should be filled with his sin. But when you lay your hand on his cheek like that it all seems to disappear. And maybe that isn’t so bad.

Satan

He knows he can't hurt the new ‘friend’ you brought home. You would be so upset and that's the last thing he wants.

It doesn't stop him from wanting to throw them through the nearest window though.

He tries to think of it logically.

Humans are pack animals of course you've formed bonds like this. It would be more concerning had you not. He should be happy you had such close friends to share your struggles with.

But then they grab your hand holding it between theirs, and he wants to break each and every one of their tiny fragile fingers.

Eventually he’s forced to distance himself in his room to avoid such a situation.

He curls up with a good book but he just can't focus. All he could think of is how their arm is probably curled around you right now. Maybe you’re even holding hands or cuddling. The thoughts stew in his head like a black fog running in circles as he imagines everything you might be doing.

He's finally distracted from his thoughts when he hears the click of the door. He picks up his book so he can pretend like he was reading the entire time.

You step in having wondered where your favorite demon had disappeared to.

"You're not with your new friend?" He can't help the coldness of his tone, but when you flinch he regrets it. You don't deserve it. Even if you did make him jealous.

When you explain that they went home the tension dissolves from his shoulders and he puts his book down with a relieved sigh.

Asmo

He's not jealous. He's NOT.

He's had plenty of lovers and never had he been so attached to one that he was not willing to give them up in favor of a better prize.

He's the avatar of lust its just not who he is.

Or at least that's what he tells himself when he sees the demon currently splayed over your lap.

You had met her through Asmo.

After dragging you to yet another party he had introduced you to one of his friends. Immediately you hit it off and he was glad that he seemed to have found a new squad to party with.

Cue two weeks later with the two of you attached at the hip and Asmo the unfortunate third wheel

It was a role he had never played before and the fact he introduced you made it even worse.

So he butts in. It’s only natural to want to sit near you and he does, wrapping his hand around your waist to get your attention. You hardly even notice! You’re so busy talking with her you only give him a friendly shoulder bump in response.

Asmo resists the urge to glare down at the other demon. She looked so comfortable resting over your legs, one hand intertwined with yours.

That was his spot. Something reserved especially for him and reinforced by the fact that he was the only demon in the house small enough to not completely crush you when he sat down. So why were you letting her sit there?

You laugh at something that women says running your free hand through her hair in response.

That was supposed to be for him!!!

Hardly able to take it anymore he does what he does best. Get attention.

"MC!" He whines clinging to your shoulder and rubbing his face against it in a needy display of affection. "You're not even paying attention to me."

You toss the hand not holding that homewrecker over his shoulder pulling him close, a gesture he accepts even if it's not the one he wants.

He sits in a pouty silence until she leaves before dragging you off to his room. He pushes you on the bed so he can sit in your lap and cradle your face making sure every ounce of your attention is directed to him. He kisses you, once, twice, smearing lipstick marks over your face, a needy, impatient, mess.

"Why were you being so nice to her?" He whines against your lips. "Your eyes should be reserved for me."

He doesn't let you go until he's reassured that you like him way more than her.

Beel

Beels never been a terribly jealous person.

He knows realistically you're bound to have other friends, it's just who you are. Demons and angels alike flock to you.

But when he actually sees the stranger curled up next to you he's filled with a feeling that's almost worse than his hunger.

Mammon had brought them home, a mutual friend of a friend or something like that. He hadn’t been paying too much attention at the time. He wasn’t sure where Mammon was, but he had heard the screams coming from Lucifer's room so it wasn’t hard to guess. Thus leaving you with a strange new demon. Alone.

This was fine...

Beel takes it out on the kitchen, eating almost twice as much as before to fill the ache in his gut

It doesn’t help, not even a bit

So he turns to working out, trading in snacks and empty calories for sweat and stress. He can’t bring himself to leave the house, not with you and a stranger together, so he retreats to his room, extremely in tune with the way your scent mingled with his.

This was fine, he reassured himself, lifting his heaviest weight yet. You had always made friends easily, this was no different. It’s not like you would fall in love with them or something.

I mean think about how his Fangol practices would go. With you in the stands, practice turned into all out war, with each demon competing to show off in front of the exchange student, not that you’d ever seemed to notice. Even his teammates who had once mocked you behind your back had changed their tune, brightening when you came by and puffing up in pride when you complimented them.

It was even worse when they won a real game. You would rush down from the stands to congratulate him and he could feel every one of his teammates eyeing your every move, hungry, but this time not for a fresh meal.

It left him with an uncomfortable feeling. But he’d place his big hand on your shoulder and you’d smile up at him and the feeling would disappear. Because at the end of the night you would be going home with him, no one else.

Maybe that made him possessive, so what. You came to his family first, you protected them and cared about them. Or at least he hoped you did. Because he cared about you. How could he not.

But now you were here, with some stranger.

When he finally came out your friend was gone and he was filled with relief.

But the feeling didn’t dissipate, not entirely, or maybe he just hadn’t noticed it before. But when Mammon grabbed your hand to pull you away or when Asmo would kiss your cheek it came back.

If he was a bit needier from then on you didn’t remark on it. He couldn’t help wanting to cling to your side or press into your every touch.

Maybe...maybe he should be more wary of his brothers after all.

Belphie

He doesn't even notice at first. He's so busy napping he's not even awake to see you come home with someone else.

But when he finally moves from the particularly nice section of couch he had been lying on in order to find you for cuddles he is NOT happy to find a new demon on what he claimed as his.

This meant war.

He glares at them sending every bit of loathing he had their way before flopping onto your side. Here came the slow process of invading your lap, in a terrible contest of who can take up the most of your space. Jokes on them, Belphie was an expert at tricking his brothers away from you.

Through sheer patience and willpower he manages to push them away so he can take up the entirety of your space.

Before they can even leave he’s asking you to never see them again, probably right to their face

He had enough competition from his brothers, he wouldn’t stand for anyone else getting in his way

#obey me mammon #obey me #obey me lucifer #obey me leviathan #Obey Me Levi #obey me satan #obey me asmo #obey me asmodeus #Obey me beelzebub #obey me beel #obey me belphegor #obey me belphie #obey me shall we date #shall we date #swd #obey me swd

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drabbles-mc · 4 years

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Can’t Take Her Anywhere

Bishop Losa x Reader

Song Request from @bishopslosawife: the song is Can’t Take Her Anywhere by Dylan Scott

Warnings: none, maybe just some mild language

Word Count: 1.6k

A/N: I chose Bishop for this because I feel like he’s one of the only guys in the club who is mature and level-headed enough to behave this way when other guys are flirting with his girl haha

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When Bishop had come home earlier in the week and said that multiple charters were going to be in town for the weekend, you were excited. It wasn’t often that everyone came down to Santo Padre. Plus, when the parties were happening at Bishop’s clubhouse, that meant you got to go and be a part of it. Very rarely did you ever travel with the guys for anything. You were fine with that part of the deal, but it was nice to be part of the excitement and controlled chaos.

“Thank you for all your help, querida,” he walked up behind you and kissed the side of your neck, “You really didn’t have to do all of this.”

You laughed, “It was either I pitch in, or Chucky handles it by himself and gives himself a heart attack,” you turned so you were facing him, “Besides, I like helping.”

He chuckled, “I’m sure that Chucky appreciates it too. He going with EZ to Felipe’s?”

You nodded, “Yea, they should be back soon, actually. Then we’ll be pretty much ready for when everyone gets here.”

By the time you and Chucky wrapped things up, and you went home to get changed and ready, everyone was starting to show up to the clubhouse. Bishop had offered to take you on the bike, but you told him to go ahead since you weren’t quite ready yet. You walked across the expanse of the yard, loving the sight of so many of Bishop’s brothers there having a good time. The music was loud, and everyone had a drink in their hand as they stood around talking and catching up.

You weaved your way into the actual clubhouse. You smiled as you saw most of the Santo Padre boys over by the pool table. Bishop was going up against someone from Oakland, and even though you had no idea who the other man was, you knew that Bishop was going to win. You grabbed a couple beers from behind the bar before heading over. You were greeted with warm hugs and kisses on the cheek from Angel, Tranq, and EZ. You patiently sat back and waited for Bishop to be done with his turn before saying anything.

“A beer for you, Presidente,” you said with a laugh as you handed the bottle to him.

He smiled and took it before placing a light kiss on your lips, “You’re perfect.”

You batted your eyelashes at him, “I try,” you scanned the room, “I’m gonna go mingle.”

He chuckled, “Go, have fun. I love you.”

“I love you too.”

You were never one to have to be glued to Bishop’s side during parties. He wasn’t an overly clingy man and that was something that you always loved about him. You had always been more of a social butterfly than him, and he wasn’t going to make you feel like you had to stay within arm’s length of him when you could be mingling and making friends. Being a hostess was practically in your DNA—he wouldn’t have been able to rope you in even if he tried.

The night continued on, and every time Bishop looked around for you, you were talking and laughing with a different group of people. You knew quite a few of the men from different charters, but there were always new faces and new stories to tell. He loved how easily you blended into this part of his life when you could have easily told him that you wanted to be separate from it. You caught his stare from across the room and flashed him a smile and a wink before going back to your conversation.

Bishop was sitting at the bar with Angel, talking about some vague details for an upcoming run. Angel stopped himself mid-sentence and nudged his shoulder, “Hey, Pres,” he gestured farther down the bar, “Fuckboy, 6 o’clock.”

Bishop turned and looked with a confused expression on his face. He let out a laugh when he saw what Angel had been referring to. Bishop watched as one of the prospects from the Yuma charter attempted to flirt with you. It wasn’t the first time something like this had happened, and Bishop knew that it wouldn’t be the last. You not being velcroed to his side all the time meant that people who didn’t know the two of you would usually assume that you were single.

“He’s harmless,” Bishop said with a shake of his head.

“You gonna let him talk to your girl like that?”

He chuckled, “She can handle herself. Can’t take her anywhere without that kinda shit happening. I stopped getting worked up over it a long time ago.”

“Damn,” Angel chuckled, “I don’t think I could be that alright with it.”

“It comes with maturity,” Bishop gave him a pointed look before laughing again.

He and Angel returned to their conversation, but both of them kept a close eye on what was happening with you at the end of the bar. You made sure to keep some physical distance between yourself and the prospect, but you always did get a little bit of amusement out of them chasing after you.

“Can I get you another drink?” he offered, a hopefully glint in his eyes.

You smiled and nodded, “Yea, I’ll take another beer, if you don’t mind.”

He handed you the bottle and as the two of you continued your conversation, you could feel him getting closer and closer. You wondered how you were going to break it to him that buying you a drink wasn’t going to get him very much of anything besides a nice conversation. You leaned back against the bar, laughing at his jokes and pretending not to notice each time his eyes travelled up and down your body.

Your eyes met Bishop’s across the length of the bar, and a smirk crept across both of your faces. He knew exactly what you were up to and he shook his head with a smile.

“Hey, Y/N,” he called out to you, “Can you come here for a minute?”

You laughed, nodding, “Sure,” you turned back to the young man in front of you, “It was nice meeting you. Enjoy the rest of the party,” you patted his chest lightly right over the prospect patch on his kutte before walking down to Bishop.

You couldn’t help but to laugh as Bishop immediately pulled you in and pressed a kiss to your lips. You wrapped one arm around the back of his neck and leaned into him. When you pulled away you smiled and shook your head at him.

Angel laughed from the barstool next to you, “Yuma looks like he’s about to pass out.”

“Should I tell his sponsor that he was hitting on a president’s old lady?” Bishop said with a laugh.

You chuckled and shook your head, “Oh stop. How was he supposed to know?”

“Breaking hearts everywhere you go, hermosa,” Bishop smiled as he kissed your temple.

“That’s my cross to bear, I suppose,” you laughed.

Bishop pulled you onto his lap, wrapping his arm around your waist, “Angel was about to fight the kid on my behalf.”

You laughed, shaking your head at Angel, “Angel, honey, you gotta get over that. If someone talking to me needs a busted lip, I’ll give it to them. Don’t worry,” you shrugged, leaning into Bishop, “But a free drink or two never hurt anyone.”

The three of you sat together at the bar for a little while, taking in and commentating on everything happening around you. Every now and then, Bishop would give your leg a light squeeze and you would melt farther into him.

“Dance with me?” you looked up at him with a pleading look in your eyes.

He chuckled and nodded, “Anything for you.”

You hopped off the stool and tugged on Bishop’s hands, pulling him towards where everyone else was dancing. He smiled as he walked behind you fingers loosely entwined with yours so he wouldn’t lose you as you wove through the clusters of people.

“You know,” he pulled you flush against him as he wrapped his arms around your waist, “I’m not going to let anyone cut in.”

You laughed, tilting your head back slightly, “I know, Obispo,” you draped your arms around his neck, “I love you.”

He smiled, “I love you too,” he kissed you softly on the lips, “Even if you try to stir up trouble everywhere you go.”

You pulled him close so that his forehead was pressing against yours, unable to wipe the smile from your face, “I know, I know, you can’t take me anywhere.”

He shook his head slightly as his arms wrapped tighter around your waist, “No, I’d take you everywhere if I could. Let ‘em all be jealous.”

You giggled quietly as you felt him lean in and kiss you. His lips locked onto yours and for a few moments you completely forgot that there was a party happening around the two of you. It was so easy for both of you to get so wrapped up in your own little world.

When he finally pulled away from you, there was a smile on his face. He ran his hands up and down your sides, “If this wasn’t our party,” he chuckled, “I’d be leaving with you right now.”

You laughed and shook your head, “You’re too much,” you rested your hands on the sides of his neck.

“I’m so in love with you,” his voice was low enough so that only you could hear him.

Warmth flooded throughout your entire body, “And I’m so in love with you,” you pressed a kiss against his jaw, “And now I really wish we could leave.”

He smiled, “Soon.”

You rested your head against his chest, “Not soon enough.”

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