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TAMING OF THE CREW

Bakusquad x Fem!reader Insert

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I recently read a great story on Tumblr by @succubisblog

Bakusquad G*ngbang Drabble 18+ - Link to story (also reblogged on my Tumblr account). If you want to read it first.

Love a great GB, but got me thinking about how I could make a sequel with a TWIST! You know I LOVE me some fluffy GngBng!!

Enjoy!!

STOP! If you are not over 18, please DNI

4 men 1 woman/use of slut/whore/praise/daddy/baby girl. Blowjob, toys, penetration/ references to anal sex

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Sitting in the living room, you suck down a coffee while typing on your laptop, you glance at the clock, not much time, you need to finish.

“Hey, (y/n), you’re not streaming yet?” Looking up you see Mina come out of her bedroom. She stumbles and collapses onto the couch. “Fuck,” she moans.

“What the hell?” You move in time as her head almost lands in your lap.

“Sorry,” she spins around looking up, her skin white and sweaty. Touching her forehead lightly you frown, furrowing your brows. “Crap,” she touches her face, “that bad?”

“Kinda,” you turn your attention back to the computer. “I heard you went to the frat party last night. The football players?” You give her a hard stare.

“They had a live band!” She whines.

Shrugging you laugh, “you know why those guys hire them, right?”

“I know, I know, but-”

“Fuck!” The door slams as your other roommate storms into the apartment throwing down her grocery bags.

“Whoa! What the hell girl? What’s wrong?”

Looking up she just shakes her head, putting away her food.

You notice Mina covering her face, glancing between the two of them, you watch as food is all but thrown into the fridge.

“Seriously, what’s wrong?”

“Mina,” she shoves her empty bags into the pantry and stalks to the couch. “Next time you get drunk at their fucking frat house, you” she points in her face, “are on your own!” Marching down the hall she disappears into her room, slamming her door.

“What happened to-” you pause seeing the look on Mina’s face. “No,” you cover your mouth, looking down the hall and back at her, she nods. “With her?” She nods again. “Of all the people, I never thought she’d get pulled into that nonsense.”

“Helllloooo!” Ochako opens the door, her cheeks red from the cool air. Pulling off her coat, she plops into the chair across from you. “It feels nice in here, but we should turn the heat up,” she rubs her arms. You throw a blanket at her. Laughing she wraps herself up, “what’s wrong with her?” She nods towards Mina.

“Hungover.” Mina moans loudly as emphasis.

“Crap you didn’t go to the frat party last night did you?”

“I did but Bakugou called an Uber for me.” You snort loudly grabbing your computer, you begin typing again. “What?!” Mina looks up at you.

“Only because,” you cast a look down the hall, “someone else was getting gangbanged, otherwise it would’ve been you Mina.”

“Oh shit!” Ochako leans forward, “did-”

“Yes,” Mina sighed, getting up. “She came to get me last night because I was drunk and I guess she got sweet-talked into playing with them.”

“She hates them!”

“She does,” you agree.

“You can’t trust them,” Mina quips.

“Then why’d you go?” Ochako’s voice is icy, almost snippy.

“They had Wrong Way/One Way playing last night,” Mina pulls the other blanket off the couch and curls around the fuzzy softness. “You know how much I like them...” her voice trails off as she picks at the edge of the blanket.

“How does anyone get sweet-talked into ‘playing’ with those guys,” you roll your eyes. “They think they’re god’s gift to sex.” You look back at the computer keeping your eyes downcast, you don’t want them to see the disappointment in your eyes. “Who was there last night?” You side-eye Mina.

“I think just Kiri, Bakugou and Denki?” She shakes her head, “I can’t imagine all those cocks at once could be that good,” giggling as she buries her face in the blanket.

“Um,” Ochako coughs slightly blushing, “it’s pretty amazing.” Looking up, your brows shoot up. Blushing redder, she looks away.

“You too?”

“Not all of them, it was just Bakugou and Kirishima,” she jumps up, going into the kitchen, she grabs the kettle. “Anyone want tea?”

“I do,” Mina looks up, “I can’t believe you fucked them Ochako!” She bites her lip, “so is it true?”

“What true?” Ochako flips the heat on the kettle and pulls out the tea.

Shrugging she picks more at the blanket, “I heard they can make you orgasm like ten times.” You peer at her for a moment and look back at Ochako.

“Ten is an exaggeration, but,” she smiles wistfully, “it was close.”

“Seriously?” Mina stands up, her skin growing paler, “oh shit, I shouldn’t move that fast.”

“Sit down before you puke on the rug,” you push her back. “So, how many times did they cum?” Ochako crinkles her forehead.

“Crap, (Y/n),” she laughs, “I can’t remember, maybe two times each?”

“Anything else?”

“Anything else?” She tilts her head, giving you a quizzical look, “besides cumming?”

“Did they tie you up? Blindfold you?” You turn off your computer, it’s time to stream soon.

“Oh!” Ochako blooms another shade of red. “No, Bakugou controls the whole thing, he told Kiri what to do with me,” a soft smile plays on her lips. “And he gets pretty verbal, things like ‘be a good whore’ and ‘look only at me’. He has a daddy kink too.” She pours hot water over the tea and lifts one for you.

“He does?” standing up you grab the tea cup, “thanks.”

“What are you doing? A research paper on them?” Ochako laughs nervously as she hands Mina one of the mugs.

“Sort of,” you give her a weak smile as you pick up your stuff and walk down the hall.

“Good luck on your stream,” Mina calls as you head into your room.

Sitting down on your bed, you sigh heavily. Katsuki Bakugou was someone that had been stuck in your head for a long time. You’d been in a freshman class your first semester with him and his whole crew. They’d been different then, as nervous as everyone else, well everyone but Bakugou, he’d been cocky from the start.

Stop it!

Scolding yourself, you focus on getting ready for class, Rolling out your yoga mat, you set up the ring light, still trying to shake off those feelings from long ago. Try as you might though, unwanted memories continue floating through your mind. Somehow you’d ended up at the same table as them and had been assigned to a project with Bakugou. It had been a complicated research presentation and you’d had to meet several times. What you discovered was that he was actually a fairly nice person, not something most knew about him. While you had hid it well, it was during that time you’d fallen for him, nursing a one-sided crush. It was right after that project he’d pledged the fraternity with all of his friends and then you rarely saw him, except for tests or presentations. You found out someone was taking notes for the group and based on the stories you knew they were either on the football field or throwing parties. Their fraternity parties were getting more wild and word spread about their legendary gangbangs. You’d steered clear of them at that point and pushed away your feelings for Bakugou. Well, at least tried, you still listened to the rumors and it was the growing stories of their sexual prowess that had piqued your interest. Not that you ever planned on getting sucked into their shit, but it was around that time you started your journey into increasing your own sexual abilities. You weren’t sure why…or did you know? Smiling, you sit and flip on your stream. In some way you still feel weirdly connected to him, like a itch that had never been scratched. You’d been motivated to think you could be his equal or maybe better and deep down you do know why. “Ten orgasms,” you mutter sarcastically but an intense ache throbs through your clit, sucking in a deep breath, you look up at the ceiling. The fantasy you nursed was quite simple, you’d dreamed that you could make him so desperate from your sexual abilities that he’d devote himself to you. Laughing off the wild dream, you see the camera light click red.

“Alright, we are almost done for tonight everyone,” you sit down on your mat. The room is softly lit now by candles, your ring light turned down. “Great job, remember this session is for new people and I know,” you hold up your hands, “in the beginning you don’t think you feel anything. Trust me, I was there once too.” Pausing as you read some comments, you laugh at the sarcastic quips, “I promise in a few months your muscles will get stronger and before you know it, you’ll be able to really tell the difference.” Stretching your arms over your head, you read more in the chat. “Hi Simpplaidgirl,” you laugh to yourself, the user names always make you chuckle. “I stream twice a week to go over exercises and questions. I know these seem really basic but,” you sit up tall pointing to your lower abdomen, “we need to increase the strength in our pelvic floor muscles before learning how to isolate our vaginal walls. The beginning is just doing contractions, but as you advance we will move on to squeezing and learning how to move the right and left sides compared to the front and back of our canal. In fact, you will be able to lock, twist and pulse your partner’s penis deep inside you.” You wink, “I can even suck a vibrator completely into my vagina, push it out and pull it back in again,” wiggling your fingers, “with no hands.” Grinning you see the comments flying through one after the other. “I know, I know but look if I can do it, so can you. Right now though we need to stretch and then anyone who wants to stay,” you hold up a dildo, “we’ll be going over blowjob techniques.” You lay back looking into the camera, “now, lift up your right leg and cross it over your left.”

Running as fast as you can down the hall, you see the room number, “finally,” you hiss out and dash into the room. Stopping you manage to grab the door before it bangs shut behind you. A few people look up and then back to the professor, who is writing out the lecture notes on the board. Scanning the room you spy a table with a couple of open chairs and race to it, sitting down quickly, you pull out your laptop. Taking a moment to breathe you pick up on what the professor is saying. A small cough to your right gets your attention, looking over you freeze, hands hovering above your keyboard. It’s him, your heart leaps in your chest, blood pounds almost painfully through your body. A cocky grin sweeps across his face, winking Katsuki smirks at you. You finally manage to smile back but realize he’s already focused on the lecture again. Shaking your head you quickly start copying what is on the board. After a few moments you cast a quick glance back around the table, your stomach doing a flip, they’re all there. Eijiro smiles at you briefly as he types into his computer, Kaminari is busy playing on his phone. Swallowing hard you realize you picked the absolute worst seat in the world, the only one missing is Sero. The door closes again and someone crosses the room and sits in the empty seat next to you, looking over you almost groan out loud, it’s Sero. He grins at you as he pulls out his computer. Focusing on the professor you refuse to smile back, trying to pretend you’re anywhere else. The lecture isn’t long, you breathe a sigh of relief as the professor wraps up.

“I have a small project for each table to complete over winter break,” he points to a stack of papers. “This isn’t difficult but it’s an excellent warm up for our final.” Someone grabs the papers and starts handing them out. “Let’s not get fancy, whatever table you're with right now is your group. Please write your names on one of the papers going around so that I know who is at what table. This should only take you a couple of weeks, so good luck everyone.”

Your mouth falls open as the TA slides the blank sheet of paper onto your table. Denki writes his name and pushes it to Kiri who slides it over to Sero, grabbing the sheet from him, Bakugou quickly scribbles on it and hands it back to the assistant.

“Uh, wait!” You reach out towards the TA as he walks away. “Hey,” you glare at Katsuki, “what about me?”

“What about you?”

The gleam in his eye makes you pause, “I need to put my name on the list.” You wonder why you’re even arguing. “I actually have to get a good grade in this class,” you huff, as much as you hate to work with them, you have to keep up your gpa for your grad school applications.

Packing up his bag, he shrugs, “I put your name down.”

“You - You know who I am?” Your voice slowly rises in disbelief.

Ignoring you, he picks up a packet, “let’s meet on Thursday to get this done.” All three men look at him curiously.

“We have two weeks Bakugou,” Sero laughs, “what’s the rush?”

“I want to get it done, what the fuck’s the problem?”

Peeking at them as you push your computer into the bag you see everyone exchange quick glances, Kiri looks at you, an unreadable expression on his face.

“Thursday good for you? Um, sorry I don’t know your name.” Kiri asks, still looking at you.

“(Y/N), I’m Mina’s roommate,” Kaminari swings his head to look at you, a lascivious look on his face. You scowl at him, “other roommate.”

“Oh.”

“You room with Ochako too,” Eijiro closes his computer, his eyes twinkling.

“I do,” your voice clipped, you grab one of the project packs. “I have a better idea, let’s assign duties and that way we can work online.”

“We have to get to practice,” Bakugou shoves back his chair. Reaching over he writes a number on your paperwork, “text me to confirm Thursday or we’ll find another day.” He starts for the door.

Staring at the phone number, your mind is spinning, you need to figure something out quickly. “Thursday I have something and I’m usually slammed during the week, how about this weekend?” You smile wide, they always have parties or games, weekends would never be good for them.

“We can do Friday,” Kaminari is already looking at his phone, “bye week this week.”

“Oh, what’s a bye week?” You ask lamely, Friday night was definitely worse.

“Means no game,” Kiri throws his bag over his shoulder, “we can meet anytime after 5, just let Bakugou know when you can get together.” Giving you a long look, he follows the rest of the group.

“(Y/N)?” You turn to see Ochako at a table across the way. “Where were you?” Standing, she watches them leave, “I saved you a seat.”

Closing your eyes, you want to cry, “I forgot they changed rooms this week and went to the auditorium.”

“Oh shit. So, who are you working with on the project?” She cocks a brow knowingly.

“No one,” you groan, grabbing your bag. “Let’s go.”

Sitting on your bed, you bite your lip, your finger hovering over your phone. Finally you type in his number. You’ve already decided that a public place was the only way you’d meet with them.

(Y/n) - Friday is fine, 6 pm at the library

The text sits unread, waiting a few minutes, you breathe out. “Crap,” you set down the phone just as it flashes with his response.

(Bakugou) - Library closed early on Friday, meet at our fraternity house - same time.

“What?!” Opening the campus website you scroll quickly to the information page, there on the top is the announcement of the library closure on Friday through Monday. “Nooo!” You wail, staring at the screen trying to think of any other place.

(Y/n) - No, a cafe instead

(Bakugou) - You know I don’t like working at places like that, fraternity house or ask the prof for a different group.

You can practically hear the growl behind the text. “Shit,” clearly he knows who you are and remembers the time you’d spent working on the last project. He’d never wanted to meet anywhere public and had always insisted on the private dorm study rooms available only to freshmen. Sighing, you debate your choices. Your phone flashes with another text.

(Bakugou) - Worried?

Snorting you glare at your phone. “Yes,” you mumble.

(Y/N) - No

(Bakugou) - See you Friday then, 6 pm - our house.

“Ugh!” Flopping down on your bed, you hug your pillow. Why, why, why? Why did you wait to take this class with Ochako, you’d be done by now! Why did you forget the classroom change today? Sighing you close your eyes, outside of asking for a table switch, which you dreaded, the damn professor had been anything but nice, you’d have to go and work on the project with them. Picking up your phone you read through the texts again. He’d remembered you, a small thrill courses through your body. You’d figured he’d forgotten, but he’d actually remembered your name. Sitting back up, you touch the screen of your phone, the thrill turning into a deeper ache. Friday night, hugging your knees, the swirling of nervous energy in your stomach turns into a full storm blowing through your body. Isn’t this what you’d wanted all along? “Here’s your chance girl, grab it,” you whisper but you're still trembling. You’d spent over two years perfecting your skills for one man, you steel yourself, even if he comes with a pack, it was worth everything. It would be a challenge but you wanted him to be the one having ten orgasms. Laughing, you jump up, opening your closet and begin picking out your clothes carefully.

Getting out of your car, you smooth your clothes. You chose a simple black skirt and a soft low cut blouse that showed the swell of your breasts without being blatant. Underneath you wore black silk thigh highs with your favorite dark pink lingerie set, a butt plug firmly in place. You’d hydrated, eaten right, cleaned everything and packed your toys, since your past boyfriends always struggled to bring you to orgasm, you’d decided to bring your personal equipment, in case the rumors weren’t true. Working your way to the large fraternity house, you knew you were more than prepared physically. Squeezing your pussy walls together in a quick whipping motion you try to make yourself feel confident. If something did happen and anyone was going to be begging for more tonight, it would be them. The fantasy you’d nursed for three years was taking shape as you stepped up on the wide porch, gripping the handle of your backpack tightly, you bravely knock on the door. It swings wide as Denki smiles and waves.

“There you are.”

Your heart leaps in your chest. Smiling back your calm face hides the crazed emotions rolling through your mind and body.

“Come in,” he motions for you to follow him through the large home. Walking through the expansive hallway, you stare at the multitude of paintings and pictures, the house is really beautiful.

“How does this place stay so nice?”

“What?” Denki turns to look at you following your gaze.

“The parties,” you explain.

“Oh, those are held out back,” he waves his hand over his head, “there’s a rec room that way, we try to keep these areas free of all that shit.”

“That's gotta be hard,” you note the wood is in almost perfect condition. He laughs and bounds up the steps, turning he watches you come up the rest of the stairs not moving as you step on the top step.

“You’re really pretty,” Kaminari appraises your body, “what a waste.”

You choke for a moment, “ a waste?” You blink, was he being serious?

“Yeah,” he looks over his shoulder, “we were given strict instructions-”

“Denki!” Bakugou shouts, interrupting as he strides out of a wide door across from the stairs, “where the hell is she?” Poking your head around the smaller blonde’s body you smile.

“Here.” You see his eyes flare for a moment as he clicks his tongue.

“We don’t have all day, let’s get this done.”

Following Denki, you walk into a room that appears to be an oversized library or office, you aren’t sure which. A large desk sits to one side surrounded by endless shelves of books. Several large tables fill the room, Sero and Eijiro sit with their computers, both don’t look happy. You set your bag on the table, “great way to spend Friday night, right?” You mutter apologetically. Sero glares over at Bakugou then down at his computer.

“No one had plans,” Katsuki sits down pointing to an empty chair, “take that seat.”

“I grabbed some more drinks and snacks,” Sero pushes more food onto the table, without glancing up you grab some chips and begin munching. It’d been three hours and you were exhausted, but true to his word Bakugou had made everyone power through and you were finally done.

“A title page and that’s it,” leaning back you stretch and stand up, bouncing around trying to get the blood back into your legs.

“I’ve got that,” Kirishima finishes typing while watching you jump around.

“That’s it?” Denki lays on his arm, closing his eyes in relief. “If this was an easy warm up, man, that final is going to be killer.”

“We could study for it together if you want,” the words are out of your mouth before you realize what you’ve said, you close your mouth. He lifts his head for a moment then plops back down.

“Maybe.”

Feeling relief at his non-committal attitude you sit back down. The whole night had been so normal you really meant what you said. The group had studied and put together the project, no stares or winks, some smiles and a few glances at your chest, but nothing else. Your confidence had been growing by leaps and bounds as you’d watched them work together naturally. Clearly Bakugou was in charge, Kiri and Denki seemed to rely on him the most, both flanking him on either side. You’d chuckled at how they hung on his words and actions. Eijiro was sincere and hard working, seeking praise from Bakugou while Kaminari just played around the whole time and only offered a few bits of help when Katsuki snarled at him. Sero seemed to be the only one that would challenge Bakugou at anything. It was at these times that Katsuki would listen and make his decision, whereas with Denki and Kiri, he usually immediately dismissed them, until Sero agreed with them and then he would soften and contemplate the disagreement.

“We’re done,” Kirishima looks at his phone, “and it’s still early.”

Glancing at your own phone, it's just after 9, your nerves start to pick back up. Would they say something now? “Glad that’s over,” you laugh self-consciously, cleaning up your stuff, you peek up at Bakugou. He’s focused on his computer.

“I sent everyone the project,” he looks up. “I don’t think we have to present this one, but if we do, we’ll figure it out later.” His red eyes land on you, “is that cool?” He notices a slight hesitation flicker across your face as you nod. “I guess that’s a night then,” standing he stretches and comes up behind you, reaching for your bag.

“Why in a hurry?” Denki snickers softly, leaning his chin into his hands, he bats his long gold lashes.

“Cut it out,” Katsuki grabs your bag and pulls your chair out, he glares at Kaminari.

“What’s up Bakugou?” Sero tips his head, “don’t want to share her?”

“Share me?” You step back, colliding into Katsuki’s solid chest. “S-sorry!” You jump forward stumbling, his hand catches your arm holding you steady.

“Oi, stop moving around.” Casting an annoyed look at Sero, his jaw clenches. “She isn’t someone that could handle this group.” Tugging on your arm, he softens his tone. “Get your computer and I’ll walk you to your car.”

“Can’t handle this group?” You spin around glaring at him, “I’m not some baby!” Fiercely grabbing your bag in Katsuki’s hands, you pull it away from him.

“I’ve got it,” Bakugou barks, pulling at the same time.

“Wait! NO!” You watch in horror as the bag tips upside down, one by one your toys spill out onto the floor. First your clit vibrator, followed by your vibrating beads, then the bottle of lube lands with a thud, spinning a few times and rolling to a stop at Bakugou’s feet.

Tilting his head, a cocky grin crosses his face. “Maybe I judged you wrong (Y/n)?” Leaning over he picks up the items from the floor and sets them on the table, still holding the small vibrator. He cups your chin running a thumb across your lips. “Were you hoping for an after-study session?” Lifting the device he pushes the button to start the buzzing.

You hear chairs scrape back as the others stand. “Whatcha got there?” Sero picks up the lube, “this is good stuff, what are you planning on doing with this?” His tone is playful.

For a moment you want to run and hide, to take back all the preparation, maybe you weren’t ready for this group. Looking down you try to think of what to say, slowly looking up you stare into those molten red eyes, gazing at you openly now, a fire ignites deep inside you. The surge of desire you’ve been holding back all these past years floods your senses. Biting his thumb still on your lip, you smile. “The vibrator,” you reach up and touch the button to turn up the intensity, “is because no can bring me to orgasm without this,” your voice edged with the challenge. Grinning wickedly, his thumb slides over the device to turn it off.

“Then I guess we won’t need it,” tossing it back on the table, he flicks a quick look at Sero, “grab the lube.” Laying a hand on your backside, he squeezes your ass.

Watching the vibrator bounce on the table, you tilt your head, “you sure about that?“ You tease, looking around at the others, moving around you, their eyes gleaming with desire. “Are we going to do it here?” you thump the table. There is a flicker of uncertainty for a brief second in Bakugou’s eyes, you smile inwardly to your toes, you’ve surprised him. “Not that I mind, but is there somewhere a bit more comfortable?” You reach out and run a finger along his jawline, “since there’s so many of us.” Rough hands land on your hips.

“Let’s go to Bakugou’s room,” Eijiro kisses your ear sending a tremor through your body, his fingers kneading your hips.

Tipping your head back so your lips are as close to his ear as possible, you run your hand through his hair, “what a good boy,” you murmur so softly only he can hear, his face flushes a deep red. He stares at you, the same look of uncertainty shines in his eyes. You conceal a triumphant smile.

Bakugou jerks you suddenly from Kiri’s grip, slamming you into his chest, looping his arm heavily over your shoulders. “This way,” he leads you abruptly out the door and down the hall, opening his bedroom door. The others walk quickly behind him. Stopping he swings you around, his mouth covers yours in a punishing kiss, rough and urgent, you revel in the fierceness, looping your arm around his neck you push into him, demanding even more. You feel hands sliding up your skirt.

“Wait,” you try to pull back but Katsuki presses you tightly against his body.

“No waiting, (Y/n), you’re ours now,” Denki snickers, closing and locking the door.

Peering around Bakugou’s shoulder you give Denki a smoldering look that freezes him in his tracks, “if you want to play Kaminari, then everyone plays by my rules.” Sweeping a gaze at each man, you lift a brow, “otherwise nothing happens.”

“Too late-”

“What rules?” Bakugou growls, cutting off Sero, he lays a heavy hand on your face, “go on.”

“No filming,” you peek again at Denki, who is already holding up his phone, his gold eyes darting to Katsuki. “If I tap someone or call out that I’m in pain, then everyone has to stop so I can get comfortable again, afterall,” you level a sultry gaze at Katsuki who is looming above you, “this is about pleasure, right?”

“Yeah,” he points to Denki, “no camera,” turning back he waits for a moment but you’re quiet, “anything else?”

“One last thing,” taking a deep breath you summon every shred of courage possible. The fantasy that has played in your mind is now a possibility, you’re going to grab for the brass ring. “If I can make all of you cum before I do, you all have to be my devoted slaves for one month.”

“Your what?” His brows furrow.

“You heard me,” you smirk at Katsuki’s incredulous look, “if I win then for one month, you and your crew have to do whatever I ask.” You spread your hands over his chest, “maybe slaves is too harsh a word.” You look at all of them, “let’s say devoted boyfriends for one month if I can make all of you cum before I do.” His tongue clicks lightly as he studies you.

“All of us cum first? Shit, I’ll take that bet any day.” Sero laughs. “What do we get?”

You glance at Sero, “If I lose, then I’ll be the devoted slave for whoever doesn’t cum during the next thirty days.” You pat Sero’s shoulder, “are you in?” You turn to Eijiro whose face is still bright red, “Kirishima?”

“Well, I, uh,” he’s staring desperately at Katsuki.

“You serve all of us or no deal,” Bakugou snaps, “and we choose who goes when and where.”

Twisting your lips, you nod slightly, “okay, I agree to serve all of you but” you shake your head, “we decide together on who goes when.” You don’t want Bakugou first, your body is already too fired up from touching him. You know you need to finish off the others first, if he’s last and feeling pressured you had a chance with him.

“Worried?” He laughs sarcastically, “or maybe your bark is worse than your bite,” he hooks his thumb into the corner of your mouth, opening your lips you let him press inside, you don’t answer. “Who goes first then?” He doesn’t take his thumb out of your mouth, you flick a glance at Denki, then to Sero and last to Kirishima. Chuckling he grins wide.

“Denki, you’ve been underestimated again,” he laughs as your eyes widen. Digging his thumb deeper, he steps within an inch of your face, “our cameraman has delayed ejaculation, that’s why he mainly films, he takes too long.”

“Why?” You mouth around his thumb.

“Cause I like a strong grip,” Denki sidles up alongside you, “been masturbating so long, I only cum with a tight fist, no pussy gives me that feeling.”

Pulling out his thumb, Katsuki sweeps his gaze up your body, “so, I go last? How about you warm up Sero in your mouth while Denki fucks you for the next hour or until your senseless?” He pulls off his T-shirt. Your eyes go owl wide as you stare at his chest. Laughing at your expression, Katsuki tosses his shirt to the side, “this is like taking candy from a fucking baby.”

The rest of them take off their shirts, looking around, you realize you’re in the middle of four of the most beautiful men you’ve ever seen. “My turn,” you shake off yourself mentally and slip off your shirt, exposing the lacy bra you’d chosen. This piece has always been your favorite as it shows your breasts off perfectly. You hear a soft whistle.

“Damn, (Y/n), you hide those way too well,” Kaminari’s eyes are glued to your chest. He was definitely a boob man, reaching forward you take his hands and put them on your breasts feeling your nipples harden under his warmth. Whatever it took to get him excited fast would make it easier to get him to cum. His hands begin to knead you roughly, pinching your nipples, your body wakes up pushing a soft moan from your lips.

“Don’t make this too easy on us,” Kaminari leans over pushing aside the lace and suckles at your nipple. Another moan, this one louder erupts from your lungs. His tongue flicking at your hard nub. His mouth feels amazing but you know getting yourself to orgasm isn’t easy, something only you’ve been able to do with your toys. You can hear the others begin removing the rest of their clothes, you reach and unclip your skirt letting it pool at your ankles, exposing black thigh highs and your strappy thong with small chains running around your hips.

“Fuck,” you hear Kiri breath out, turning to him, you grab his face and pull him in for a deep kiss, playing with his tongue. Sero’s mouth closes around your other nipple, you utter a guttural groan in the kiss. Two at once with different tempos is mind blowing.

“Since everyone is so busy, let me start back here,” Bakugou walks behind you, slapping your ass appreciatively. Getting down on his knees, he pulls your thong aside and pauses, tapping your butt plug. “Looks like we have someone that likes ass play.”

“What?” Sero snaps his head up, “seriously? Oh shit,” he breathes out.

“No ass for you Sero, you’ll cum just thinking about it, in fact, her fucking ass is off limits for everyone.”

“Katsuki!”

“Fucking shut it, after she cums Sero, win the damn bet and you can fuck her ass all you want for the next thirty days.” Pushing his face between your legs, he begins licking up your already drenched folds. “She’s nice and wet already,” he laughs, reaching deep with his tongue.

You shiver at the sudden intrusion, heat building into your pussy, you focus back on the kiss with Kiri, pushing away the intense throbbing now pulsing under your clit.

Sero latches back onto your nipple, now nipping, “I’ll fucking make you cum, (Y/n). I want that ass.”

“I think this little slut will cum before one cock splits this pussy,” Bakugou smiles as he feels your walls flutter in reaction to his mouth. “You like that?” He runs his hands up your legs enjoying the silky feel of your stockings.

“Mmmm,” you move your hips back to push his mouth against your clit.

“Kinda risky, don’t you think?” His mouth wraps around your swollen clit as he begins to suck. You mewl loudly at the sweet feeling of his tongue dragging you into his mouth rhythmically.

“F-Fuck,” you kiss Eijiro deeper, reacting to the others working on your body. You’ve never experienced so many sensations at once, you need to get Denki into your body before you give them too much time. “Lube?” You pull back digging your fingers into Sero’s soft hair, he bites your nipple and looks up, black eyes glittering. Reaching back, he pulls the bottle off the table. Snagging it, you pump some in your hand, you grasp Denki’s swollen cock. Slathering him liberally, you fist his dick tightly and begin to stroke. His mouth falls open releasing your nipple as he gasps from your grip. You feel Bakugou pull away from your pussy.

“Kaminari,” he stands quickly, grabbing your hand. “You’ll fucking cum too fast that way,” he growls, “fucking dunce head.” Pushing him sideways, he grabs your face from Kiri’s mouth, squeezing your cheeks, “on all fours, now.” His hand presses hard on your back.

Stumbling forward you grab Sero to balance yourself, his hands guide you down. “Thanks,” you mumble, getting yourself comfortable.

“Shove your dick in her mouth,” he nods to Sero.

“I know what the fuck to do Bakugou,” he grins as you look up opening your mouth wide, tongue hanging out. “What a good fucking slut,” Sero strokes your cheek, “let’s see what you can do with this,” he smiles, shoving his dick into your face.

Playful, he likes playful. Looping your fingers around his stiff cock, you suck hard, working the tip with your lips and tongue. Denki’s hands are on your ass, spreading you open, you shudder waiting as he slides his hard dick against you.

“Damn you look so fucking good,” Denki licks his lips, “don’t even need lube, you’re so fucking wet.” Sliding slowly into your pussy, his eyes close as you grip him tightly. “Oh fuck yeah, that feels good.”

Bakugou wiggles himself under your body, his mouth latching onto your nipple, he sucks hard. He reaches down at the same time, fingering your throbbing clit. “Gonna make you cum fast,” he pinches your clit.

Squeezing your eyes shut you move your hips as his fingers start to pull at the increasing restlessness inside you. Distract yourself. Concentrating back on Sero, you tease him as you bounce and suck on his cock, slowly taking him all the way into your mouth. Finally you plunge his cock against the back of your throat. Glancing sideways you see Kiri is watching you with a tight expression on his face. Pumping lube in your hand, you reach out for him. He catches your fingers and guides you to his stiff cock, its huge, side-eyeing him again, you see it, thick and long. You shudder again as Denki pushes deeper starting to pump into your pussy, the incredible jolt from his cock and Bakugou’s finger on your clit has you groaning on Sero’s cock.

“That’s it baby, cum for daddy,” Bakugou times his rhythm on your clit with Denki’s thrusts.

Clenching your throat around Sero, you’re surprised by the first telltale pops pulling tautly deep inside your body. You have to finish Denki off and fast. Fighting the growing orgasm, you lock down on him just as thrusts hard inside you. He likes it tight. Caught in your vice grip, you feel him try to pull back a few times, his cock stuck in your pussy.

“Hey-” Your next move rips the words from his brain.

Squeezing his cock with all your strength, you move the walls of your pussy back and forth, stroking him in a fast twisting motion.

“H-HEY!” Denki squeals, you feel his hands on your ass trying to pull back even harder. His attempts make you almost giggle as you raise your eyes up to Sero and open your mouth around his dick, letting saliva spill down your chin, you smile.

“Good girl,” he murmurs all of his attention on your mouth.

Keeping Denki in an iron grip, you begin to contract your pussy quickly, pulsing along his whole shaft, mimicking a tight hand job. His cock bulges as you stroke faster. Grinning, you continue to suckle Sero as you run a thumb over the tip of Kiri’s cock, precum gushes over your fingers. The masterful finger on your clit is driving you wild but you continue to push it out of your mind concentrating hard on making Denki cum.

“(Y/n)” Kaminari whimpers as his cock starts twitching, whatever you’re doing feels just like an iron fist squeezing his whole dick. “Don’t - fuck - don’t-“ his balls pull tight as a deep pulsing rips through his muscles. Digging his fingers into your hips, he screams, “OH HELL!!”

The finger on your clit stops as you pull Kaminari’s cock deeper into your pussy with another fast contraction, his body shaking as he lets out another loud cry, his hips thrusting unmoving against you as hot cum fills your pussy. Sighing, you relax your body, pushing your mouth down Sero’s length again. One down.

Feeling your pussy release him, Denki pulls out fast, falling back, he catches himself as he lands on his ass. Sagging onto the carpet, his body still trembling, he looks up to see Bakugou sit up and stare at him sprawled on the ground.

“Did you fucking cum?” Disbelief on his face.

You see Katsuki out of the corner of your eye move behind you, pulsing your pussy outward, you push Denki’s thick cum out so he can see your first victory. If your mouth wasn’t filled with Sero’s cock, you’d laugh at his deep growl of frustration. Opening wider as Sero thrusts, you catch his cock on the ridges of your throat, swallowing rapidly, you squeeze and release the tip of his dick. His fingers dig into your hair as he starts shaking, yanking your face into his body, he thrusts hard. Your tongue moves non-stop, coaxing him to orgasm. A large hand grabs your fingers wrapped around Kiri’s dick.

“Stop,” Bakugou unhooks your hand.

“Fuck! Bakugou, that felt fucking good.” Kiri catches his breath.

“Yeah? Too fucking good, you wanna be her bitch for a month?”

“No?” For a moment Eijiro isn’t really sure he cares.

“Sero!” He snaps, but he can see his jaw is slack as he thrusts into your mouth. His head tips back as he moans loudly. “Fuck! Sero!” Too late, Katsuki watches his eyes flutter as he pumps hard, his mouth working open and shut, gritting his teeth at the last moment.

Sucking hard, you’re rewarded as cum fills your mouth, hot and tangy, sliding down your throat and overflowing over your tongue, you grin as you pull back. Opening your mouth you turn to Katsuki, cum oozing down your lips, eyes twinkling, you hold up two fingers.

“Kaminari,” he yanks him to his feet. “Go back to the study, get her vibrating thing, it's on the table.”

Sitting up on your knees, you smile, “worried?” You try to keep a light teasing tone but your stomach clenches, if he uses the vibrator, you’re toast. Standing slowly you press yourself against him. “I guess you’re like all the others then?” Licking the cum from your lips slowly, you frown, “no one can ever get me off without that toy.” He squints at you, his eyes a fiery red. Grabbing your throat, he tightens his hand for a moment, you relax under his fingers. “Daddy,” you whisper hoarsely, “don’t hurt me,” his hand starts to cut off your airflow.

“Don’t fuck with me,” he snarls.

“Not yet,” you croak, winking as you look towards Kiri, “he’s next.”

“That’s right,” laughing harshly Katsuki releases your throat, “it’s his turn.” Slapping his friend on the shoulder he smiles. “Eijiro, time to use that big dick on our girl here and get her so cock drunk, she won’t know which end is fucking up.” Denki bursts through the door with your toy handing it to him. Palming the device, he puts it on the bookcase. “We’ll see how you like Kiri first,” he smirks knowingly. Pushing you roughly down again, his hand lands on your ass with a loud crack.

Pain sings across your skin as you jerk up, pushing you down again, his hand lands on your other ass cheek. Crying out you close your eyes, sucking in a deep breath.

“Those are fucking hot Bakugou,” Kiri fingers the perfect white hand prints outlined in red on each side of your ass.

“That’s right,” Katsuki settles himself in front of you, grabbing your chin, he forces you to look at him. “Daddy’s in fucking charge now and our little girl is gonna cum so hard, she’ll paint your dick white Kiri.” Pointing, he nods at him, “no fucking mercy.” Grinning wide, Eijiro grabs your hips and pushes himself inside you in one thrust.

“F-f-f” you stutter as your pussy spreads wide, painfully full. Thrusting deeper he manages to hit your favorite spot. “N-No,” you stammer as he begins to fuck you hard.

“That’s it,” Bakugou feels your body letting go, your eyes are clouding over. “Look at me,” he locks eyes with you, “Now I know why I've always liked you,” he grins, “you’re such a cocky little slut, would’ve never guessed.” He laughs as your face begins to melt in pleasure. “You rattled me by taking two out at once, but Kiri’s gonna drill you now.”

FOCUS! Your brain is numb but your body responds, wriggling forwards you try finding Kiri’s rhythm, “so big,” you whisper.

“Where’re you going?” Kiri wraps his hands around your waist. “You’re not going anywhere slut,” pulling your body backwards, he relishes in the cries coming from you, your head jerking back at his merciless fucking.

“He's deep in there, huh, baby girl?” Bakugou slides his fingers into your mouth, “suck,” he hisses at you.

Nodding you wrap your lips around his hand, Kiri’s cock is pushing at building the climax at an unrelenting pace. Control! Control! your mind chants, your endless training takes over, you clamp hard with all your muscles at once to slow him down. Timing your squeezing with his thrusts, you begin milking his cock.

“Oh wow,” Kiri’s eyes grow wide, he’s struggling to thrust, stopping he begins to grind in deep instead, he gasps as your pussy begins sliding up and down his cock, starting at the base and moving upwards suckling the tip and back again.

“What?” Bakugou sees his pace change, he looks back at you. “What the fuck’re you doing?”

Tears gather in your eyes, Eijiro’s cock is making you want to forget and just get carried away by the orgasm that’s growing beyond anything you’ve ever felt. Moving your pussy furiously, you continue milking Kiri, your teeth biting down on Bakugou’s fingers still in your mouth.

Tugging his hand from your mouth, he sees the look on Kiri’s face, “don’t fucking cum!” He leaps up to grab him.

Your pussy stretches painfully as Kiri’s cock bulges, YES! Ignoring the pain you move faster, milking with speed now, no more slow strokes. Closing your eyes you work hard as the telltale twitching begins, his fingers gripping painfully into your hips. Katsuki yanks his hand from your mouth, but you’ve got him. Eijiro’s balls, pressed hard against you, start jerking as a loud grunt fills the room. More hot cum fills your pussy, gushing out, dribbling down your leg. Panting hard, you drop to your forearms, letting him go as you relax trying to breathe. “Three,” you can barely talk, you're so close to cumming yourself. You're tired, more than ever, you slide off his spent dick and fall to the floor, swiping at the sweat on your forehead. Your hips thrusting unconsciously as your body is begging for release.

Seeing the look on Bakugou’s face, Kiri grimaces as he sits back. “I’m - I’m sorry, that,” he puts a hand on your ass gently, “she’s,” he grows quiet.

“She’s what?”

“Fucking amazing,” Kiri moves back not making eye contact.

Staring down at you, Katsuki watches as your hips move, you’re close to cumming, closer than you probably think. Katsuki thinks for a moment, you obviously enjoyed Eijiro but you’d still managed to not orgasm, something has to take you over the edge. Lifting his head, he points to the door, “everyone get the fuck out.”

“Hell no!” Denki’s lounging in the chair debating if he should still try to video everything, he wants everyone to hurry up so he can feel your pussy again. “This is better than porn man!” The look that crosses the big blonde’s face makes him jump up. Grabbing his clothes he shoots out the door, “let me know if I’ve gotta fuck toy or if I’m the chump,” he laughs as he goes out the door. Kiri stands unsteadily eyeing Bakugou.

“You sure?” he picks up his pants and slides them on, “I can help-”

“Go!”

“What about her ass?” Sero sighs, he squats down running his hand up your back.

Turning you smile up at him laughing, “if he loses then I’ll still let you fuck my ass.” Sero glances up at his glowering friend.

Leaning closer he smiles conspiratorially, “he loves his balls to be played with, he’ll cum in an instant.” Jumping up, Sero races out the door.

“Damn idiot!” Katsuki roars.

You try to call out thanks but you’re too tired. Instead you turn back and smile at Bakugou, who’s glaring at Sero’s retreating body, “you and I alone?” You're not sure what he’s doing, but the few minutes rest has helped, you’ve caught your breath and managed to tamp down your orgasm as best as possible. Flipping over you catch sight of Katsuki standing over you, his body is powerfully built, you see bruises across his left thigh, probably from football. Your eyes drift to his cock, you wince inwardly, it’s stiff and almost as big as Kiri. “Are you sure you want to be with me by yourself?” You keep your voice confident but you’re worried, Kiri had you at the edge. Sero’s hint might help but considering how you’re feeling you’ll probably cum first. His hand extends towards you, taking it hesitantly, he pulls you to your feet and into his arms.

“You’re the one that slipped away a long time ago,” he kisses your cheek, moving to your ear.

“Am I?” you practically purr as he runs his tongue along the shell of your ear, teasing you.

“Mmmm mmm.”

“Why don’t I believe that?” You tip your head laughing softly. “Are you trying to seduce me into cumming?” His chuckle vibrates against your ear, sending a spray of chills down your arms.

His hands wander over your body, touching lightly, he nuzzles your neck feeling your pulse beating wildly. “I’ve wanted to explore your body for a long time.”

“You have?” Your voice hitches slightly, closing your eyes, his breath is warm as he kisses your neck, his tongue igniting every inch of skin he licks. You’ve wanted to hear and feel him for so long, his touch is maddening, you have to keep it impersonal. “Then fuck me,” you wrap your hand around his silky cock.

Gritting his teeth, he pulls you into a kiss, “not yet,” he sucks at your lips, “I want to check out this body first,” pushing you back on the bed, he hauls you up propping you against the pillows. His mouth works its way down your neck. Listening to your gasps and moans, he follows your sounds as he runs his tongue along your collarbone, nipping at your skin, his rough hands massaging your breasts. Dipping his head, he pulls your nipple into his mouth, biting and sucking.

His hands on your body are too much, you can feel the throbbing tension returning fast, the taut ball tightening under your clit. “No,” you groan, his mouth sucks harder. Clamping your mouth shut you realize he’s reacting to your moans. Holding your breath, you try to keep yourself from making any noise. You try to focus on anything to keep from cumming but it’s just a matter of time, his mouth is stealing every thought from your head. You need him to hurry and just fuck you but even then you could be out of luck.

“That’s it,” Katsuki can see you can barely hold back anymore, you're trying to stay quiet but he can see you’re close. Smiling in his victory, he moves down between your legs, now for the final blow.

“No!” Jerking up, you buck your hips away from him.

“Hold still,” he grabs you tight, his tongue already swiping up your clit. “You taste like cum.” He lifts his head as you sit up grabbing his blonde spikes, your eyes wide.

“Please daddy,” you beg softly pulling out all the stops now, “just fuck me, isn’t that what this about? It’s me against you.” You see him contemplating what you’re proposing. Your exhaustion mixes into your broiling emotions, words start tumbling from your brain. “I - I never stopped liking you,” red eyes register surprise and something else. “I’ve been perfecting my technique for you, all of this time,” weaving your fingers into his hair, you tug, continuing your confession. “I’m really tired and,” you laugh, “close to cumming, so you’re probably gonna win, but let me show off a little bit of what I can do,” your brows raise pleadingly.

Watching you closely Katsuki can tell you’re not bullshitting, sitting up he presses your legs open. “Don’t worry (Y/n), when you lose you can show me all your little tricks, I plan on using you everyday for the next month.”

Dragging his face to yours, you kiss him urgently, “fuck me then right now, please?” You moan in relief as he lines up to slide into you. Never have you wanted anyone so badly. Moving his cock along your pussy, he flicks the tip of his dick against your clit, sending your hips straight off the bed.

“Beg me again,” he pulls away from the kiss to watch you.

Looking into those blazing eyes, you realize he’s dancing on the precipice with you, both so fucking turned on you’re ready to explode. Look only at me, remembering his words, you hold his gaze. “Please, I want you, I want your cock in me daddy,” you squirm your hips but he slaps your thigh.

“Hold still then baby girl.” Sliding his hands under your ass he grabs a pillow and shoves it underneath you. “Gives me the perfect angle for that right spot,” rearing back, he slams deep into you in one thrust. Pausing he closes his eyes, your tight, way fucking tighter than he expected, especially after Kiri’s big cock. Waiting expectantly, he doesn’t feel anything but your soft tight pussy. Licking his fingers he begins to rub your clit expertly.

His cock is so deep you convulse around him, “sh- fu-“ you stammer, the popping jolts under your clit start exploding, your walls clenching tight. You try to relax, calm down. Breathing deep, you use the fluttering of your building orgasm to work to your advantage. Creating a whip-like motion with every clench, you massage his cock from bottom to top, stopping to contract and suckle the tip buried deep inside. Licking your hand you reach down and gently clasp his balls at the same time. A low growl erupts from Katsuki, you feel him bulge inside your pussy. Your body erupts in a shuddering tremble. Bucking your hips you push into him harder. “Kat-”

“What the hell are you doing?” He cuts you off, voice raspy, he can’t focus, his finger stalls as you grip his cock with another incredible squeeze that slides up, feeling like your pussy is sucking on his dick. Grinding against you, he tries to thrust but the pleasure is overwhelming.

His face, just inches above your own, is tense from holding back. Using the last of your strength you clamp around him and begin to twist his cock back and forth, continuing to pulse from base to tip.

“Sh-shit!” His head tips back as he feels the massive pull through his muscles, his balls jerking hard, grabbing your hips he drives hard as thick streams of cum drench your pussy, your cry surprises him as you rear back, body shaking. Falling to his forearms he watches as you writhe in pleasure, his fingers moving again on your clit, “that’s it baby,” he concedes his loss “cum for me.”

The orgasm hits so hard you cry out, your body clenching so tight you feel a cramp snake down your calf, then the deep tremors roll through you, one after another, holding Katuski’s body tight, you press into his chest, his arm wraps around you, finger moving on your clit, his voice echoing in your ear. “Kat?” You look up dazed, completely drained, you sink back into the pillows. “Did I? Did I really win?”

“Uh, (y/n)?” Mina steps into your room, eyeing the clothes strewn on the bed.

“Oh hey Mina,” coming out of your bathroom you fasten your earring. “What’s up, I thought you were going out?”

“I was, but Ochako ended up having an extra spot in her family's cabin in the mountains and invited me up with everyone for the week and,” she pauses and points over her shoulder, “more importantly, why the fuck is half the football team in our living room?”

Giggling you pluck your jacket off the hanger, “it isn’t half the team Mina, just four of them.”

Eyebrows shoot up as she leans out your bedroom door and looks down the hallway. “Okay, why is Bakugou in our apartment?” She glares at you.

“When do you leave for the cabin?” you change the topic.

Blinking for a moment, she shakes her head, “them first.”

“We’re going out,” you shrug and slip past her. Grabbing your arm she spins you around.

“You are going out with all of them?”

“I sure am,” you smile, “just having dinner and maybe a movie. Denki wants to see some strange horror film they’re presenting on campus.”

“Why are you talking like this is no big deal?” She’s whispering loudly. A small cough in the living room interrupts her.

Patting her head, you push your finger on her lips, “because it is no big deal.” Turning around, you smile and walk down the hall as she cautiously follows you. "So," you look at her, "when are you going to the mountains?”

“You’re going somewhere?” Kaminari’s head pops up from looking at his phone.

“I am,” Mina slinks into the room. “I came to grab my bag and say goodbye.” She looks at Bakugou lounging on the sofa before eyeing you again, “can I really leave you alone with them?”

“You can,” pushing yourself between Sero and Katsuki, you run your hands along both their thighs. “We’re just hanging out, I promise.”

Huffing slightly, Mina grabs her suitcase and walks slowly to the front door, “okay, text me if you need anything,” squinting hard at each man, she thins her lips, “I mean anything.”

“See you,” you sigh as she leaves.

“Are you really alone all week?” Katsuki runs his finger along your cheek, he grins as you shiver.

“I guess I am, I didn’t realize she was going too,” Sero lifts you up and slides underneath you, wrapping his arms around your waist.

“I’m hungry but we could just get delivery.”

Sitting down at your feet, Kiri nudges your legs apart, laying his head on one leg. “The movie doesn’t start for a couple of hours.”

“Wait, are we going to fool around?” Denki jumps up, “I get to go first!”

“Fuck you, you went first last time, I go first,” Kiri pushes up your skirt, nipping at your tender skin.

“I don’t care when I go, but (Y/n) promise me her ass,” Sero nuzzles your neck.

“Hold up,” Katsuki growls at them, keeping his hand pressed on your cheek, twisting his lips, he smirks slightly, “what do you want to do (y/n)?”

Laughing, you catch his hand and kiss his palm, “another bet?”

“No,” his red eyes catch fire, “no more bets, tonight, we’re gonna make you cum.”

“Really?” Your eyes widen.

“Really,” Sero chimes in with Katsuki.

Kiri licks your leg, “absolutely.”

“How many times?” Your voice is hesitant.

Coming up behind you on the sofa, Denki kisses the back of your neck, a thrill slides down your spine. “How many times do you want to cum?”

“Ten,” you blush a deep red, “please, I want to cum ten times.”

“Whatever you say,” pulling you into a deep kiss, Katsuki begins to slide your jacket off your shoulders.

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⋆𐙚₊˚⊹ chaebol!jungkook (8) ⋆𐙚₊˚⊹ *nsfw*

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jungkook doesn't know if he's gone completely mad or if he's just mad.

it's so blurry right now. the difference in feeling, the moment, the way he feels like he lost all control. it's so strange. in his head, he knows it isn't that bad. so what if you've been ignoring his texts for the past two weeks. so what if you've been absent from all the events he expects to see you and your fiancé at. so fucking what?

so what if he storms downstairs and knocks on your door?

he brought three excuses to offer you but as he stands in front of your door, his knees go weak. he ignores his gut feeling to follow his heart. without another thought, jungkook knocks on your door.

once.

twice.

then, he loses it. he begins to bang on your door like a fucking psycho.

just as he takes a breath, you open the door. wide-eyed, you stare at him in complete shock. then, when you find your words, you spit them at him. "are you out of your fucking mind?"

jungkook takes a step inside your home.

"are you?" he hisses. "two weeks? leaving me after we fucked and i fell asleep was one thing, but ignoring me for two weeks is another. do you get that? what the fuck could you be up to that requires your attention for two weeks—"

"keep your voice down!" you yelp, pushing him back. "he's—"

"jeon?" your fiancé identifies as he comes out from a door. jungkook catches a glimpse. it's your bedroom.

your fiancé walks towards you two, adjusting his tie. he smiles, greeting jungkook warmly.

"is everything okay? you've never visited our home before," he says as he snakes his arm around your waist. your lips curve into a gentle smile as he does this to you. "are you here for business matters? ran out of sugar? or a wedding invite? we just finalized them." he rambles rather excited.

none.

i'm here for your fucking wife.

jungkook shakes his head. "are you headed out?"

your fiancé nods. instantly, you break away from him and open the closet door nearby. taking a jacket out, you help put it on your fiancé. he thanks you as he puts his shoes on.

"last minute meeting. gotta head to the office since my study is filled with wedding prep stuff. ___ here wanted the space. of course i had to give it to her," he laughs. "i'd give her the world."

jungkook bites his tongue.

"y-yeah. i, uh, i just came by because the penthouse cleaning lady did my laundry and mixed our clothing—this belongs to you, right?"

you and your fiancé freeze as jungkook offers your panties.

"total mix up."

your fiancé lowers his gaze at jungkook. he sucks his teeth in and thinks for a moment. you grab your panties from jungkook's hand and hide behind your man. why would jungkook do this? he's swimming too far out. he's crossing too many lines.

you feel him grow suspicious as he states, "there's only three penthouses in his building... kinda weird that ms. kwon would get our loads mixed up..."

you clear your throat.

"love, you're going to be late." you reach over and give him a kiss on the cheek. "come home soon, okay?"

he shakes off the moment and nods. "godspeed. it was nice seeing you, jungkook... thanks for bringing back her... love, while he's here, you can give him the invitation! it'll be a waste to mail it. oh, hey! come to our rehearsal dinner too. it's next friday. go on, love. invite him to that too!"

"for sure," you comply. "jungkook, join us then too."

jungkook blinks at you. "i'll have my secretary clear my schedule... yah... you should get going. good luck with the meeting. if you need anything, let me know." jungkook adds, offering his hand to your fiancé to shake.

he tugs jungkook's hand and grins. "is this you saying you want to merge? i can draft a contract by tonight. join us for breakfast tomorrow and we can be one big happy family."

jungkook chuckles, declining his awful offer. "you wish."

your fiancé laughs heartily. "we can't be competitors forever," he says. "to be honest, i constantly feel like i'm losing against you."

you gulp at his words.

jungkook's eyes shift to you.

then, your fiancé glances at his watch and notices the time. he bids you two goodbye. pushing past jungkook, your fiancé hears him say something he never expect to hear.

"jin," jungkook breathes, "i feel the same."

with that, jin gives him a gentle look. as he turns around to leave for real, he reminds you to give jungkook the first invitation to the wedding. when jin is out of sight, jungkook turns to you. he doesn't say it, but he feels it.

he feels heartbroken.

jungkook takes a moment to look around your home. he's never seen it, really. it's beautiful. there's a lot of things that remind him of you and your taste. the colours, textures, and even placement of art... there's a lot of pictures. pictures of jin and his fishing trips, yours and his travels, and family.

so many pictures of family.

there's a burning feeling inside of him that he can't contain. it's either jealousy or guilt. he doesn't know. he doesn't really want to know.

"what the hell was that?" you cry, shoving jungkook.

jungkook doesn't move.

"not that i have to explain myself to you, but i've been busy with the wedding stuff. why can't you be patient? why can't you leave me alone—"

"goddamnit, don't you think i've tried, woman? do you think i like doing this? i've done everything i can. i even fucking bought you a new phone since yours must be broken—" he pulls out a new phone from his back pocket and tosses it across your kitchen island. you watch it slide, eyebrows knitting together.

"why? my phone isn't broken—"

"then fucking answer when i call. when i text. when i want you."

you glare at him.

"i'm not yours, jungkook."

he towers over you.

"so fucking what?"

a silence falls upon you two. it's almost upsetting. it's almost like if heartache had a sound—this would be it.

"why'd you come here?" you whisper. "you didn't need to bring my panties down. you didn't need to give me a new phone. you—"

"i miss you," jungkook confesses. "i miss you so much that nothing feels the same. my home doesn't feel like home anymore. i miss everything about you. i miss the way you'd come back to me... now, you don't even send me a text back?"

"jungkook—"

"do you miss me too?" he asks, sounding desperate. he takes your hand and pulls you close. "say you miss me, please... i'm losing my mind. i need to know you miss me too."

you take a breath in, feeling dizzy from the truth.

"say it, ___," jungkook begs, as he drops your hands and places his on your waist. pulling you even closer, he places soft kisses on your neck. "you miss me too, right? say you miss me."

you stay silent.

"y-you're going too far, jungkook... you can't come to me home and demand things like this. you can't speak to jin like that—"

"fine," he yields. "i'm sorry. i apologize. i'll send you a fruit basket to signify my regret. i'll behave at the rehearsal dinner. i promise to do all of that... if you j-just—"

"okay, okay," you cup his face and run your thumb across his lips. looking at him sweetly, you see his eyes tearing up. he was hurting. you know it.

"i missed you too," you cave. "i miss you, jungkook."

just like that, jungkook's whole world lights up again.

he kisses you deeply. so much so that when you pull up for air, you lose balance. he picks you up and takes you to your bedroom. the bedroom you share with jin.

there, he sets you down. he takes off his shirt, and then he unbuckles his belt. you watch as he strips and salivate over his body. he crawls on top, hands reaching for the nape of your neck. jungkook then brings you to his lips, kissing you once again. then, he begins.

he has you in all the way he wants to.

you give it to him.

he places himself in between your legs and brings heaven to you. jungkook does everything he's been missing to do with you. he eats you out until your legs shake. he fucks you until you can't take it. somewhere in between your moans and uttering his name, jungkook cums inside you.

he spills himself inside you. onto your sheets. yours and jin’s.

when he rolls off of you, you take a minute for yourself. as you gather your thoughts and he dresses himself, you can't help but feel shameless. your stomach twists and turns. it flips and flops like never before. there’s a sudden wave of indescribable emotions that take over. your mind floods with morale attempts to fix this.

then, it draws a blank.

"do you want me to help you change your sheets?" he asks, breaking the silence.

you shake your head.

"n-no... i just... i can't believe i just—"

"we just..."

"yeah... we just..." you feel yourself about to cry. "can you go? the invitations are in his study. third door to your left. keep your promise, okay? behave at the rehearsal dinner. bring a date. figure it out, jungkook."

"___—"

"i'm begging you... i don't know what else i can do. it's like i have no control when i'm with you. i always cave. i always go to you. i always... is it always going to be like this? am i always going to be this messy?" you choke on your own words. as you feel yourself sob, you let him know one more thing; "it feels like i've known you all my life. is that weird? like we've met before. we've loved before.... but here? in this life... it's like we can't even..."

"we can't what?"

"we can't even be friends."

jungkook takes a breath. he doesn't go to you when you start to cry. he lets you have this for yourself. rushing out, he doesn't bother to take an invitation for your precious wedding.

from the beginning, he had decided what to do with you.

he'd wait.

he'd wait for you to like him again.

he'd wait for your love.

link to paraluman ... again, iykyk :)

#bts fanfic #bts angst #bts smut #jk smut #jk scenario

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delusionalmultifandomwriter · 1 month

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Photosynthesis (fluff)

Luke Castellan x gn!demeter!reader fluff

Prompt: It's spring clean at Camp Halfblood and Luke wants to bath in sun with you

I feel like i haven't posted in forever because i was busy grinding Stardew Valley. But im back so enjoy!!

Spring at Camp Halfblood was always an event. It was time for a deep clean of all cabins and the big house, sweeping the arena and taking care of all the minor things before the majority of the campers arrived for the summer.

As the counselor of the Demeter cabin it was your job to supervise the campers that took care off the strawberry fields. They had to be in top shape before the next season.

Today was one of the first sunny days of the year, even though with the wind it was still a little cold. You were shooing some campers around, most of them being your siblings but Luke also spotted some satyrs and a few unclaimed kids. Castor and Pollux both leaned over rows of strawberries, parting the plants and placing the spare ones into buckets gently.

"Connor, Travis, put that worm down!" You shouted across the strawberry field. The two raven-haired boys where running across the field, stepping on some plants and pestering the other kids with some worms they found in the dirt.

Luke smiled at you as he approached you, taking in the sight of you. You were wearing the orange camp halfblood tshirt, blue jeans and green flipflops. You were giving the siblings a killer gaze which left Luke laughing. He approached you quickly and wrapped his arms around you.

"You need to teach your kids some manners." You growled unhappy. Luke kept you in a tight hug and rocked you around a little. "And you need to take a breath." He mocked, pocking your forehead and rubbing over the angry wrinkles on your forehead.

You huffed and bumped your head into Luke's shoulder before you raised your head and kissed him gently. Luke smiled into the kiss and rubbed his thumbs over your hips.

"You look very pretty today." He whispered. "The spring gives you a nice glow." You smiled in return and couldn't help but to blush a tiny but. "I'm so glad the winter is over." You groaned into his chest. The winter always left you feeling dull and empty.

Luke rubbed your back up and down. "Agreed. I hate seeing you so sad because of it. Now you are blooming again, that's way better." He laughed slightly and you could feel the laugh vibrating in his chest. You grinned up at him but suddenly, there was a distant scream and two laughs. "Oh for heaven's sake." You grumbled angrily and pulled away from Luke.

You jumped over a few strawberry plants and stormed over towards the source of the scream.

Connor and Travis where hiding behind the Athena cabin, a metal bucket with some worms in the between them. Annabeth Chase, one of the younger Athena girls, was ducking away as they threw worms at her.

You growled angrily and raised your hand. One of the closer apple trees bowed down its branches and picked up the two boys by their hoods.

"Whoa, oh no." Travis shouted as he was lifted a few feet into the air. "And what excatly are you two doing here?" You ask sternly but cracked a smile as you saw Annabeth giggling in the distance.

"We were spreading the worm colony." Travis argued quickly. "That's right. So all plants have enough worms and become pretty." Connor added.

You rolled your eyes and let the tree hold them a little higher over the ground. "I am very sure that Annabeth is pretty enough and doesn't need the assistance of some worms." You argued.

Luke appeared behind you and stopped next to you, standing tall with crossed arms and a smirk. "Luke, help! They're being mean." Connor said, suddenly very whiny and you had to hold back a laugh. Luke chuckled and nodded.

"Mhh, sure. Very, very mean. The most evil person we will ever meet." He joked and patted your hair.

"Can you please let us down?" Travis asked with big, innocent eyes. "No." You said unrelenting. "Please!!" They now whined in unison.

"Come on." Luke patted your back encouraging. You rolled your eyes annoyed. "No."

"What if you get a kiss for it?" Luke suggested mischievously. Connor and Travis groaned dramatically. You smirked at Luke. "You know what... it's a deal."

Luke smiled and leaned closer to you, kissing you gently which caused the siblings to make fake gagging noises. Luke pulled away and leaned his forehead against yours.

"You get another kiss if you let them go now." He whispered. You grumbled unhappy but dropped the Stolls on the floor. They both quickly got up and headed off in a swift pace, turning their heads a few times anxiously which made you laugh.

Luke wrapped his arms around your waist and rested his head on your shoulder. He let out a pleased sigh and peppered your neck with a few kisses which caused you to giggle. "Brats." You mumbled and leaned back into Luke's embrace.

Luke chuckled. "Don't let them ruin your day. Instead i wanted to ask if you wanted to go to the beach with me and do some photosynthesis?"

You burst out laughing. "You know im not a plant?" You chuckled and turned around to hug Luke tightly. "But i would love to lay in the sun with you."

Luke smiled and hugged you back tightly. "Awesome. See? It's photosynthesis."

You rolled your eyes but smiled widely. "Whatever you say, love."

#my writing #luke castellan x reader #luke castellan #demeter reader #gn reader #x reader #pjo fandom #percy jackon and the olympians #fluff #the stolls #pre: the lightning thief #no use of y/n

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samandcolbyownme · 15 days

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Summary: You’re an actress and you get nominated for a big award show so you take Tara and your boyfriend, Zach.

Warnings: SMUT18+, sexual innuendos, strong language, mentions of alcohol, reader drinks, flirting, banter/joking with Zach, Zach being Zach, after party, unprotected sex, quickie, hair pulling, pet names (cute), funny and fluff with a little bit of filth

Reader has a laid back, jokester personality, kinda like Jennifer Lawrence, or even Emma stone maybe?

Word count: 4.6k | not edited

I wasn’t going to add smut into this but then I did, so enjoy!

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Zach has been your boyfriend for almost a year now. Everyone knows you’re together, hell. It was hard to hide it even the first few months.

You are a huge success is the acting industry, you’ve been in every genre of movie and tv show, and everyone absolutely loved you.

“Tara is running a little late.” Zach yells out, his voice growing closer, “Where-“ he groans, “are you?” The bathroom door pushes open and he tilts his head, “I’m going to need to put a bell on you or something.

You’re nervous. In shock. Absolutely terrified out of your mind - The Oscars was a huge deal for you.

You laugh lightly at his joke as you pick up the brush to brush your hair again, Cindie - you’re makeup artists, loves when you have your hair tangle free for her.

“Whoa, pump the breaks.” He walks in, closing the door behind him. He turns you to face him, fingers gently tilting your head up, “You’re nervous.”

You purse your lips and bite down on the inside of your cheek, as you can feel tears welling.

All you do is nod and that was enough for Zach. He wraps his arms around you, sighing out, “How many time so I gotta tell you, baby. You’re dating Zach justice and we never lose.”

You look up at him, laughing as you shake your head, “I’m so glad I have you.”

And you really were. Zach was your calm in the storm of the bad days with being so popular. All the flying, the not really having time to eat. Hell, you can barely get a minute alone to yourself most days.

Zach understands that, so he tries to give you your space when you’re home, but you never wanted to be alone when he was around.

“I get that a lot, but thank you. It’s an honor to called yours, m’lady.” He pretends to lift an invisible hat toward you and you smirk.

Zach knew just how to make you laugh. He loved hearing your laugh, he also loved to see how bad he could embarrass you. Once you guys got comfortable and cozy around each other - which was super fast.

You and Zach clicked instantly, like, you both knew you and him were endgame.

You both loved to roast each other, that’s mainly how you flirt, but, Zach does have his sweet and sensitive side when it comes to you. He knows when it’s okay to push and when it’s not.

One time when you were out shopping, there were people around and you weren’t really paying attention.

You were more or less focusing on whether or not this top was in your size. You feel a hand on your back and Zach leans in, “I’m going to go look at the shoes.”

You look up at him with a smile, “Okay. I’m almost done over here so I’ll find you.” He nods once, “Gimme a kiss.”

You stand on your tip toes and press your lips to his. In quick second, Zach steps back, his voice loud enough to draw attention of the people close by, “don’t kiss me, you’re my sister.”

Your smile drops and you freeze, quickly coming to terms with what just happened as you look over to a small group of people staring, “Zach!”

You run after him, clinging to his arm as you laugh, “You’re such a fucking asshole.” He laughs, “You love me.”

“I do.”

You hear the front door open and Zach closes his eyes, “Who gave her a key?”

“The Glam Wagon isn’t here yet?” Tara yells as she walks up the steps, “Hello?” There’s a knock on the door, “Y/n?”

“Go away we’re having the thing you do when you know, you take your pants off and smash genitals together.” Zach explain and you laugh, “Oh my g- Tara you can come in.”

The door opens and Zach is standing infront of it so Tara hits him again, “Move you jerk.” She comes in and looks at you, “What’s wrong?”

Zach looks at you and you sigh, “I’m nervous.”

Tara nods, “I would be, too. I mean, I’m nervous just going as your guest.” She lays a hand on her chest then motions to you as she shakes her head, “I honestly cannot imagine what you’re feeling.”

You nod and laugh slightly, “Oh fuck, this is actually happening.” You rest your forehead on Zach’s chest and he pats your back, “What did I tell you?” He pokes you, “Hey.”

You stand up, looking up at him as you monotone-ly repeat his catchphrase back to him while you fight a smirk, “I’m saying Zach justice, and we don’t lose.”

You mainly said it to get Tara’s reaction. She stares at Zach for a few seconds before letting oit a laugh, “no, there’s no way you say that to her.”

“Um, yeah?” Zach scoffs, “Why wouldn’t I tell her that?”

“Glam Wagon is here!” Cindie yells out from downstairs and you look at Tara, “Time to get pretty.”

You all file out of the bathroom and go downstairs, greeting Cindie and her crew, “Hey, Cindie. How are you?”

She smiles and nods, “I’m great, now..” she stops, pursing her lips as her eyes move to Zach, “Zach, sweetie..”

Zach looks up at her, “What’s up, Cin?” She laughs slightly, “Please tell me that you’re not wearing that.”

“Hey.” Zach holds his hand up, “Don’t hate me because you ain’t me, alright.” He tries not to laugh and you bite down on your lip so you don’t laugh, “Um.” You clear your throat, “I have a stylist coming for him, Cindie. Don’t worry.”

She nods and smiles as she looks away, “Alright, what are we doing for you ladies this afternoon.”

.·:*¨ ✘ ¨*:·.

You see Zach’s eyes brighten at the sight of the final look on your face and hair. He swallows and nods, “You.. look like.. I need to.. excuse myself to the bathroom for a quick second.”

You roll your eyes, smiling at his hidden compliment, “Thank you, baby.” He winks at you and you spin over to look at Tara, “That lip color is your shade.”

She looks over at you and raises her brows, “Really?” Her voice goes higher as she bounces her legs on the metal bar of the hair chair, “Eeeee. I’m so excited to see it.”

“It looks incredible.” You turn to Zach, “can you grab that dress bag please?”

He stands up, “This one?” He points and you nod. He grabs it off the rack and goes do lay it over his arm but everyone in the room freaks out in unison, “Don’t lay it on your arm?”

Zach rips it up straight and jumps, “Oh my god that was scary!”

You all laugh and Zach makes sure to dramatically hold the dress out from him as he follows you to your bedroom to change.

“You can hang it up on here and then unzip it.” You point to a hook and start to undress. You didn’t need a bra for this so you slipped off the one you had on.

Zach turns around he’s like a teenager finding out what books are, gawking at them like this is the first time he’s ever seen yours, his eyes flick up to yours and he smirks.

“Don’t look at me like that.” You warn as you walk over to pull your dress out, “We don’t have time for you to look at me like that.” You laugh as you gently lay the dress down and step into it.

You pull the fabric up over your thighs and Zach is just in awe of this whole situation, “I, um. I was just admiring how good you happen to look without clothes on.”

He loved your body in every single way and there was nothing that could change his mind. He was proud to be yours, but he was even prouder that you were his.

“Can you zip me up, please?” You look at him over your shoulder and give him a small smile. He nods, “I can do a lot more than that if you want.”

He chuckles as you roll your eyes laughing, reaching forward and grabbing the small oval shaped zipper.

He places a hand on your hip as he drags it upward. You walk over to the mirror once you have it on and give yourself a look over, “This dress is-“ you scoff, “I’m in love.”

“Whoa, whoa, settle down now, let’s remember who’s actually able to love you in ways that you really like.”

Zach smirks at you and you nod, pointing to him, “You’re right.”

He walks over to you, arms sliding around your waist, “You look beautiful.” His eyes lock on to yours in the mirror, “Everyone loves you. I love you.”

He presses a gentle kiss to your neck, “You’re coming home with an award.” He presses another kiss, “We’re going to celebrate with everybody.” He kisses your neck once more, then looks up at you, “Then I’m going to bring you back here and I’m going to do whatever you want me to do.”

An excited shiver goes down your spine, Zach really can sweep you off of your feet.

Tara pushes the door open, “Zach get out. I need to change.”

Zach laughs slightly, “No, y/n. That’s why I wont lay on the sunroof of your car and allow you to act like a hamster.”

Your eyes go wide and you laugh, snapping your head to Tara. She’s giving you both a funny look, “Excuse the fuck out of me, but what are you trying to fucking do?”

Zach laughs and walks out, closing the door behind him. You sit down on the bed, “He was just fucking with me. Trying to embarrass me.”

Tara laughs as ahe changes into her dress with feathers at the top hem, “I figured. You guys are always roasting each other.”

She turns and backs up so you can zip up her dress, “And I think that’s so funny because, like now.” She turns around to face you and she laughs, “You know things we don’t, and it’s just, so funny.”

You laugh and nod, “Right, before you came in, he was giving me this speech about how he’s proud of me, how he loves me and everyone loves me.” You smile, “He’s such a sweetheart.”

Tara walks over to grab your guys heels, “When Zach told me that you messages him. I’m not gonna lie.” She sits down on the bed next to you and hands you your heels, “I was kind of shocked.”

You laugh and lean down to put your shoes on, “Really?”

She nods, “I mean, it wasn’t until after I seen your movies that I understood why Zach was so crazy about you. You guys literally have that click. And it’s so nice to see someone treat Zach the way he deserves.”

You purse your lips, “Girl, I’m gonna cry. You can’t give me this speech now. I’m already a nervous wreck.”

Tara pouts and laughs, “Noooo. Don’t cry.” She moves over to hug you, “I’m sorry, I meant it as a good thing.”

You laugh, “I know, but it doesn’t matter.”

She laughs and stands up, “Come on. We are going to go take a shot or two before we go. I’m sure Zach is already ready, his stylist was here when I came up.”

“Alright.” You take a deep breath, grabbing your bag before you nod, “Let’s go win an award.” You look at Tara and she nods, “That’s the spirit.”

You walk down the steps and you hear a sharp ‘Eeeooww’. You look directly at Zach and he smirks, “Lookin’ good, ladies. Lookin’ good.”

You smirk and look around at the Glam Wagon - you have them that nickname after hiring Cindie. She absolutely loved the nickname, so it stuck.

“Oh. My girls.” Cindie presses her hands together and sighs, “You both look absolutely stunning!” You walk down and you both spin for her, “Y/n. That taupe color looks so good with Zach’s suit.”

You look at Zach who moves to stand next to you, his arm falling around your waist. Tara nods, “You guys look so good. I’m so glad you picked me to third wheel.”

You laugh and shrug, “Couldn’t have picked anyone better.” You hear a beep and you point, “Car is here. Let’s go.”

“Oh wait!” Tara says pulling you into the kitchen. She quickly grabs two shot glasses and puts a shot of tequila in both, “We don’t have time for vodka. Here do you bitch.”

You both laugh as you grab the shot glasses and tap them off the counter before taking them. You both cringe, groaning as you set them down.

In a harsh whisper while pointing to the door, “Let’s go.” You run to the car, giggling as you hold on to Tara’s hand.

“Oh what did you make her do, Tara?” Zach asks as he watches you get in, smiling wide. Tara gets in next to you and you laugh, “We may or may not have-“

“Took a shot of tequila?” Zach cuts you off with a laugh and you nod, “Oh god, is if that bad?”

“I think I did, too by the way the smell violated my sinuses.” Zach laughs and points to your bag, “I put a pack of gum in there for you.”

Tara leans forward and Zach looks at her, “Don’t even.”

Tara sits back, laughing as she takes a piece of gum from you. You hand one of Zach and he takes it, “Why thank you, I’d love a piece.”

“You’re ridiculous.” You laugh as you bite down on the small stick of gum, “But I love you.” You look over at him and he smirks, “I know you do. I love you.”

He pecks your lips and Tara yells, “Selfie!”

.·:*¨ ✘ ¨*:·.

The ride to the venue was full of all of you yapping, talking about your speech, laughter. Your nerves were definitely calmed.

That was until the car stops and you see someone walking towards Tara’s door, “Oh fuck.” Zach squeezes your hand, “You got this baby, Tara and I are right here with you.”

You take a deep breath, “Okay.” Tara opens the door and starts to get out while Zach gets out his did and walks around to meet you. He holds his hand out, allowing you to take it as you get out of the car.

He makes sure you don’t flash anyone with your low hanging neck line and the high splitting v in your dress, “You ready?” He whispers and you look up at him with a smile, “I’m ready.”

You take his hand into yours and you start to walk down the carpet, stopping for pictures of just you, lots with Zach of course, you and Tara, and then finally some got shots with all three of you.

You looked up at Zach, smiling wide as his hand nestled securely on the small of your back.

“Stay right there, y/n.” “Don’t move!” “That’s absolutely perfect, yes!”

You laugh slightly as you hold your stare on Zach, “Kiss me.” You mouth and he licks his lips before he leans in, dipping you down as he closes the space.

Tara is cheering loudly which makes you smile within the kiss and Zach stands you up, “They are eating this up like thanksgiving dinner.” He kisses your head, “What did I tell you?”

You laugh slightly as you walk with him into the venue, “They love me.”

.·:*¨ ✘ ¨*:·.

The next hour went by so slow, but you were still having a good time. Talking to other celebrities, introducing them to Zach and Tara.

You and Zach subtle taking jabs at each other, “I mean, I guess I had nothing to do.” Zach rolls his eyes with a laugh.

“Don’t mind him, he doesn’t have fun in his vocabulary.” You laugh and Emma laughs, “That’s okay. Neither does my husband. It was so good to see you again.” Emma leans in and hugs you, “Good luck tonight.”

“Hey, you too!” You smile and sit back down. Tara wraps her hand around your wrist, “That.. was Emma Stone.”

You nod, “I’m nominated in the same category as her,” you tilt your head, “Along with Jessica Chastain, Sandra Bullock, Shailene Woodley, and Natalie Portman.”

Her eyes widen and the lights go down, “Oh, oh. Here we go.” Your hand slides down find Zach’s. The nerves were setting in again.

He gives your hand a tight squeeze, nodding at you when you look over at him. You smile and lean back into your seat, hand still in his as you listen to the host start the show.

About an hour later - it’s your category.

The crowd applauses as Julia Roberts walks out onto stage. You take your hands from Zach and Tara and brush them over your thighs, trying to keep your heart from racing any faster.

“You’re okay.” Tara says quietly, “We got this, okay.”

You nod and look up, getting ready to smile because you know the cameras will be on you when she says your name.

“Y/n y/l/n for her role in The Strangers: Chapter One.”

You smile waving shyly to the camera and the two other nominees are announced. You return your hands to Zach and Tara’s and you’d think they were just as nervous as you were.

“The Oscar for the Actress In A Leading Role goes to..” the envelope opens, “Y/n Y/l/n.”

Everyone erupts in cheering and clapping. Zach pulls you to your feet and you look at him, “You won, baby. You frickin’ won!”

“Go, go, go!” Tara pushes you forward and you make your way to the stage, still in absolute shock. You get up and hug Julia, “Oh my gosh, hi. Thank you.”

You turn, taking the award from the gentleman on the stage, “Oh my g- thank you.” You walk over do the mic and let out a sigh, “Oh my gosh, wow. Thank you, all so much. Especially to the ones who voted for me, you’re why I do it. I love you so so so much.”

You laugh slightly, “I also wanted to give a quick little shoutout to the dress.” You pause and the audience erupts with yells and clapping, “Shout out Marchesa, and also, shout out to my boyfriend, Zach Justice who’s gonna be taking it off of me later. Thank you.”

You laugh as you wave, leave the stage with Julia. She wraps her arm around you, congratulating you once more before you make your way backstage to where a shit ton of people were waiting, ready to snap as many pictures as they can while you hold your eight and a half pound trophy.

You felt like you were on top of the world, after all. You are one of be youngest actresses to win an Oscar, you’re just good at what you do.

After a while of answering all the questions in the world, you’re ushered to where the crew brought Zach and Tara.

You walk through the door and as soon as Tara locks eyes with you, her mouth drops. You walk over and sit down between them on the couch, looking at them innocently, “What?”

“You did not just say that.” Tara leans in laughing, “y/n.” Zach looks over at you, “Oh, yeah. She did. On worldwide television.”

You lean in towards Zach, “Remember how I told you I was going to get you back for calling me your sister in front of all those people and then twitter blew up about it?”

Zach sighs before letting a laugh slip out, “You really one upped me this time.”

You laugh, “Do you still like me?”

Zach gives you a funny look, “Once my embarrassment subsides, this will be the funniest thing ever.”

“It already is the funniest thing ever. Zach.” Tara laughs, taking the trophy from your hand, “You have definitely met your match with this one.”

You laugh and he leans in to press a kiss to your lips, “I gotta start studying more. I can’t have a girlfriend who’s funnier than me.”

“Zach, this girl just won an Oscar. I don’t think you get to decide who the funnier one is.” Tara leans forward, laughing at Zach and he rolls his eyes, smiling at you, “You did win, and I am so proud of you for that, babe.”

He gives your thigh a squeeze and you were sure if it was the alcohol you drank with Tara, Zach just looking hot as fuck in his designed suit, or the post winning adrenaline - but you did know, you weren’t going to be able to handle not having your hands on him for much longer.

The door opens and a guy with a headset on comes in, “Y/n. If you’d like, since there isn’t a whole lot of time yet for the show, would you want to just head straight over to the Official After Party?”

You look between Zach and Tara, “We will need to stop back at the house so we can change, if that’s okay.”

The guy nods, “That’s more than okay. I’ll send a car for you.”

.·:*¨ ✘ ¨*:·.

Once back the house, you’ve barely made it into the beddoor before Zach has your zipper going down your back.

You let out a laugh, “Can we at least get into the room first?” You hear a huff as you walk in, and Zach pulls you back into him as he kicks the door shut, “I just wanna show my girl how proud I am of her, okay?”

He spins you around, arms on your biceps, “Now, please, get that cockblock of a dress off your body.”

Your eyebrows raise and you nod, slipping the straps from your shoulders letting them fall down your arms, your dress pooling at your feet.

“Now that’s what I’m talking about.” His hands move to your waist as he backs you up to the bed. You move up to lay towards the top, watching him undress.

Zach looks at you and he smirks as he unbuttons his shirt. You bite your lip and nod, “Oh yeah, nice and slow, baby.”

Zach lets out a laugh as he shrugs his shirt off, but he secretly loves when you talk dirty to him.

Your eyes follow his hands, undoing his belt, then his pants. He quickly gets them off and is crawling up the bed towards you.

He plants little kisses along your body as he travels up, making his way to your neck. You tilt your head back, hands running up his bare chest, “Zach, baby please.”

You let out a whimper as he sucks a small mark into your skin, kissing up your neck and down your jaw to your lips.

You slide a hand down to the waistband of his boxers, slipping your fingers in to run them over the head of his leaky cock, “Need you.” You whimper out quietly, “Please.”

Zach sits up on his knees, pushing his boxers down as his eyes trail down your body. He watches you take your panties off, tossing them aside before you spread your legs.

His body moves to hover over yours and you feel the head of his cock pressing against your clit. You whimper, rolling your hips as you slide a hand up his arm.

Zach’s hand slides down to your hip as he pushes to slide in, a gasp leaving his lips as your chest squishes against his as you breathe out a quiet, “Fuuuck.”

Your legs immediately move to wrap tightly around his hips, arms doing the same to his neck as his thrusts grow to a quicker pace.

As much as you wanted to have him do whatever you wanted, there wasn’t much time. So, that’s being saved for a little later.

“Fuck, baby.” Zach groans into your neck, “Feels so good.”

You turn your head, lips meeting his in a sloppy embrace. He brings a hand up to cup your cheek as he pauses his thrusts, “Look at me.”

You look up at him and he rests his forehead against yours, “I am so beyond proud of you.”

You bite down on your lip, “Yeah, telling the world that you were ta-“ Zach cuts you off with a scoff, “Not that, that not.” He laughs slightly, “I’m being serious here, sweetheart.”

You smirk, “sorry.”

He pecks your lips as he starts to slowly thrust into you again, his voice in a low tone, “I’m so proud of you.” He presses a kiss to your forehead, “No one else deserved that award like you do.”

You bite down on your lip, muffling your moans as his words edge you closer.

You didn’t care about the time at this point.

“I love you and I am so proud to call you mine.”

You crash your lips onto hips, squeezing his cock as you whimper out, “M’so close, Zach.” You let out a moan, breathing out, “I love you.”

Your hand moves to his hair, tugging slightly as you arch your back off the bed, “Fuckfuckfuck.” Your nails dig into his skin, moaning louder as you cum around him.

“There ya go.” Zach whispers gently, “Fuck.” He groans into your neck and you feel his thrusts turn rather sloppy, rather quickly.

He pulls out, spilling his cum onto your pelvis with a groan. You cup his cheeks and pulls him into you, kissing him as you swallow his moans with ease.

He leans back, looking down at you with a smirk, “That award winning pussy will do it for me every time.” He winks at you and you feel the heat in your cheeks rising as you let out a laugh, “Get me a towel, please.”

You laugh again as Zach grabs you a towel, “Here ya be. Which dress are you wearing? I’ll get it out.”

You smile at Zach, admiring just how much you loved him, “It is the pink one right there.” You point and he pulled out the dress, holding it up for you to see.

You nod, standing up to go take it from him, “You know we’re leaving early tonight, right?”

Zach nods, watching as you pull the dress up over your ass, “Oh, yeah.” He looks at you when you turn towards him, “Please leave me taking this dress off out of everything, tonight.”

You smirk, walking up to him, “What? You don’t want me to out Zach-“ You raise your brows, “The Zach again?”

He cocks his jaw do the side and sighs, “When you put it that way..” he chuckles as he leans in to kiss you.

Tara bangs on the door while yelling from the other side, “Are you two ready yet? If not wrap it up because we have to go!”

“To be continued?” Zach smirks giving your ass a squeeze, and you nod, looking up at with a smirk, “Of course.”

.·:*¨ ✘ ¨*:·.

Sorry it took an extra day or two, but here it is. I feel like it sucks, but let me know what you think. As always, I love yas! Thank you for being here. 🖤

Likes and reblogs are majorly appreciated!

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k2padfoot · 5 months

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Long Island Iced Teas

Eddie Munson x Y/n

summary: You left Eddie a month ago after thinking he was into Chrissy, when you run into him at the hideout things get a little messy.

warnings: Sorry Nancy is kind of a shitty friend in this, alcohol, some angst, hurt/comfort, fluff.

It had been at least a month since you stormed out on Eddie, not talking to him at all since. It was stupid really and it was all your fault. You don’t know why you got so jealous but you did. Maybe it was because of how much you loved Eddie or maybe it was because of your stupid insecurities. Either way you messed up big time accusing him of being into Chrissy.

When you and Nancy walked into the hideout you weren’t surprised to see Eddie sat at the bar with a beer in his hand, but you were reluctant to stay.

“Nanc.. I don’t know if this a good idea.” you whispered to her as you tried to hide behind her petite frame.

Nancy immediately caught on to your hesitation once she saw Eddie, “Oh come on!” she turned to look at you, “Just ignore him, you deserve to let loose a bit.” She said as she reached for your hand dragging you over to the bar.

“Two long island iced teas please!” Nancy shouted over the crowd to the man working behind the bar.

To your luck Nancy had already hit it off with the guy next to her and you let out a rough sigh as you reached for the drink that was placed in front of you.

Nancy turned back towards you, “Oh, sip your drink and forget about him already!” She said while downing half of her own drink and turning back to the handsome blonde to her left.

You rolled your eyes and took a big gulp of your drink hoping the alcohol would kick in soon, you couldn’t bare to be here sober for much longer but you wouldn’t leave Nancy alone with some random dude either.

You were staring into nothingness when the bartender placed another drink in front of you, you hadn’t even noticed you finished the first one.

“Don’t worry, this one is on the house.” He told you as he pushed the glass towards you. Even he could tell you didn’t want to be here, that something was clearly wrong and maybe that’s why he took pity on you.

You smiled and nodded at him as a thanks as you picked up the glass and took a few swigs. At this point Nancy had disappeared somewhere into the crowd with her new handsome hottie leaving you alone at the bar.

Your glass was empty again and it’s like the man behind the bar could read your mind because he was already fixing you another one.

You could feel your body become warmer and your mind become lighter. It felt good, at least for now, so you downed the rest of that drink too.

As your head began to buzz you intently watched the bartender pour another one for you when you suddenly felt the presence of someone to your right. Quickly your head snapped in that direction and your eyes landed on none other than Eddie.

He had sat down at the empty barstool next to you. “A-and what the helllll do you want?” you slurred your words.

Eddie chuckled, “That’s no way to greet an old friend Y/n.”

You scoffed at his response, “That’s what you consider yourself? An old friend? Maybe I wasn’t so far off.” You said the last thing under your breath while reaching for your fourth drink.

“Whoa, whoa, whoa.” You heard Eddie say as he grabbed the drink out for your hand, sitting it down out of your reach.

“What the hell?!” You snapped at him.

“I think you’ve had enough Y/n.”

Your brows snapped together as you stared at him in frustration, “Oh really? And what do you know?”

“I know that you were wrong, and I know that you get tipsy off two drinks. Four is going to have you feeling absolutely awful tomorrow.”

“Wrong about what?” You asked.

Eddie let out a loud sigh, “About her.”

You knew exactly what he meant but you didn’t dare to look at him. “I know.” you lightly whispered as you squeezed your eyes shut.

“What? What did you just say?”

You were really hoping he didn’t hear what just came out of your mouth, “Jesus Christ, I said I know okay?”

Eddie let out a breathy laugh, “Never thought I’d hear you say that.”

You rolled your eyes at his words, “Oh shut up, why did you even come over here?”

“Because I still care about you.” He said without hesitation.

“Well you shouldn’t. Not after what I said that night, honestly if I were you I’d hate me.” you admitted, not daring to look up in to those beautiful brown eyes.

“I could never hate you. I’ll admit after you walked out that night I was so pissed at you, but eventually my anger turned into something else.” He took another swig of his beer, “Heartbreak I guess.”

There it was, that familiar sting in your chest as soon as he uttered those words. You tried to fight back the tears that threatened to spill, you never wanted to hurt him and it killed you to know that you did.

You didn’t want to but you needed to. Quickly you got up from your chair and ran to the exit, you were in desperate need of some fresh air and didn’t exactly want to burst into tears in front of a full bar either.

As soon as you stepped outside you rounded the corner and emptied your stomach right in front of the bars dumpster. You couldn’t care less that you just puked up your guts behind the hideout because the sobs that were racking through your body were all you could focus on. You dropped to your knees, your head falling into your hands as you tried your hardest to calm your breathing.

A soft touch to your shoulder startled you and when you looked up you saw Eddie crouched down in front of you, those eyes you loved so much boring in to your own.

You felt his hand move from your shoulder to cup your cheek, “Hey, I’m sorry if I made you upset princess.”

Princess. That world alone out if his mouth is all it takes to makes you crumble and instantly your bursting into tears.

Right away Eddie is trying to console you, he’s rubbing your back and gently wiping the tears from your cheeks.

“S-stop.” you stifled out, softly grabbing his hands and placing them back onto his knees. “I-I don’t deserve this, you shouldn’t have to come out here and console me when I’m the one who hurt you. I-I’m so fucking sorry Eds.”

You squeezed your eyes shut preparing yourself for Eddie to get up and walk away or tell you off like you deserved, but that never came.

Instead you felt his soft fingers lift your chin up to look at him, “Open your eyes for me Y/n.” So you did, “You’re right, you did hurt me but I know you didn’t mean to.”

“W-what?”

He sighed before taking your hands back in his own, “Listen, just let me take you home get you sobered up and we’ll figure this out, okay?”

You nodded and let him help you to the van before driving off to Eddie’s.

The ride there was quiet aside from Van Halen playing over the radio and when you pulled up to the all to familiar trailer you couldn’t help but think of the many memories it held.

“Ready?” Eddie asked as he opened the passenger door extending you his hand that you took willingly.

He helped you inside and onto the couch while he went to grab you some water. You leaned back into the couch closing your eyes, your head spinning as you anxiously waited for Eddie.

You felt the sofa shift beside you and when you opened your eyes again Eddie was sitting there with a cold glass of water in his hand, “Here, drink this it’ll help.”

You nodded and took the glass from his hand before chugging the cold liquid.

Eddie couldn’t help but smile at how thirsty you must’ve been, “Better?” he asked and you nodded before setting the glass down on the coffee table.

“Eds?” you asked him in a soft voice as you turned to look at him.

“Hmm?” He replied, not taking his eyes off of your own.

“You said you knew I didn’t mean what I said that night b-but how did you know that?”

For the the third time this night Eddie reached for your hands and tightly held them in his, “Like I said, I was angry but then I thought about it more and I could see why you felt the way you did. I mean hell, if I saw you out in the woods secretly meeting with Carver I’d blow a fucking gasket. Not to mention Max telling you Chrissy was at my trailer, that must’ve hurt you too.”

“Y-yeah it did, but I shouldn’t have jumped to conclusions like that. I shouldn’t have accused you of anything without knowing the details.” You confessed.

“Listen to me, I don’t blame you I probably would’ve reacted the same way. But I need you to know nothing was going on between Chrissy and I, she just wanted to buy some pills.” He told you, his thumbs softly rubbing up and down your hands.

“I know that now but I just— I can’t tell you how truly sorry I am. I’m so fucking in love with you and my insecurities cost me to lose the best thing to ever happen to me.” You told him as you eyes burned with tears.

Eddie gently pushed a strand of hair behind your ear and used his other hand to hold the back of your neck before pulling you into a long awaited kiss.

You pull away catching a glimpse of his enamored eyes before he’s kissing you again. That familiar taste of his lips made you realize you could never have enough. His hands are everywhere, up your back and through your hair and suddenly he’s kissing you harder, deeper, with a fervent urge.

You draw back from one another to catch a breath when Eddie gently takes your face into his hands, “You never lost me. I’m right here, I forgive you princess.”

Those were the only words you needed to hear before you practically threw yourself into his arms apologizing over and over again, and rambling about how much you love him.

Eddie let out a soft laugh as he shifted you to look at him, “I love you too, but baby you need to stop all that apologizing because right now I need to show you just how much I’ve missed you.”

and yall know where that’s gonna go, maybe I’ll do a pt.2 smut version.

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caitlynscat · 11 months

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Enid: Mom, dad…. I’m in love with Wednesday Addams.

Esther: *choking on her coffee* Wait-whoa-hang on now, stop.

Murray: Awww, sweetie that’s wonderfu-

Esther: No it is NOT, Murray. An Addams? Enid, there are hundreds of beautiful and talented girls in Nevermore and you choose… an Addams?

Enid: Well actually she’s-

Esther: No, no, no, NO! I will not have it. It’s bad enough that you haven’t even transformed yet-

Enid: Here we go-

Esther: -But to be falling for some sadistic, unnatural, bizarre being… some egotistical and soulless creature… an ADDAMS?! Enid, what do you have to say for yourself?

———————

Wednesday: Mother, Father. My heart belongs to Enid Sinclair.

Gomez: Oh my little storm cloud! That is beyond beautiful!

Morticia: Would you like to have the wedding at the Addams cemetery? Or a cemetery of your choosing?

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elaemae · 3 months

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The premium version of human is here to wreak house, mfs.

Chp.2

[TwstxObeyme!AFAB!reader]

Whoa.. 😳

Thanks for the feedback, likes and reblogs guys~ It really makes me happy that my hard work is appreciated😊

Guys, what gender should my story's Yuu be in? It's quite hard to refer to two different characters with both gender neutral pronouns 😅

READ FIRST; PROLOGUE:1

• • • •

Again; Pronouns used to refer to MC are blue, because MC will be mistaken for a guy a lot.

SYNOPSIS:

With the Opening Ceremony going off the rails for a second time, MC is more than eager to get back home and probably binge-watch their stress away with their emotionally-repressed boys.

Though with the current situation right now, they don't think that will be happening soon.. Oh well, at least they're not the only otherworldly outlier here... *Nightbringer flashbacks intensifies*

$o|0m°N?

On the other hand, Yuu makes a new friend.

Yuu doesn't know if this makes them a problematic person or not, but Yuu is happy that there's someone else in a similar predicament as them in this strange world, even if it meant that their new companion also had to be kidnapped by a problematic school/lowkey-highkey a cult to be here as well.

But of course, there's trouble in the horizon as the whole fiasco in the mirror ceremony caused the students of NRC to keep a close and careful gaze onto the MC. I'm talkin' from but not limited to; The Fish Mafia, Queen of hearts and Evil queen Incarnates, even down to your perfectly normal 500+ year old war-veteran that looks like a child.

Meanwhile, The Devildom, Human world, and The Celestial realm are feeling a sense of something foreboding in the air... It's probably nothing though.. right?......right?? The calm before the storm. Or the calm before anyone barges into MC's room.

Prologue: 2 Electric-boogaloo

Watching the mysterious and somewhat confused-looking student continuously dodge Riddle and Azul's spells with a calm expression, sharp gaze and a frightening precision, Lilia is waiting for the perfect time to jump in.

Preferably when the student ran in front of him so that he could tackle him to the ground.

Crowley isn't doing anything but screech. Again.

Haah....

• • • •

Azul's smile widens when this ever mysterious new student blocks Riddles' Signature spell by quickly spinning his fancy staff into a make-shift shield once again. what an interesting staff, transforming from a necklace into a cane that can be used for offense and defense..

Azul straight up grins he can see Schoenheit's smile and Kingscholar's shit-eating smirk from here, as well as hear Shroud's maniacal giggles when Riddle screeches at the student to just cooperate and that "NO WE ARE NOT A CULT!!!!" "That's what cults always say!"

Prompting a round of laughter from the useles– *ehem* new students in the hall. How annoying..

What an amusing lad.. Though, Azul wonders.. can all his other jewelry transform as well? Besides the earrings, choker, necklace and forehead ornament that he's wearing, the student also has a ring in his middle finger and in both of his ring fingers, a wide bracelet, and even some bangles in his ankles.

And if all of those jewels can transform into something?....Ohhh, then he really needs to get his hands on them asap.

Seeing Lilia gearing up to jump the student, Azul shifted a bit and tried to lead the student closer to Lilia.

Help idk how to describe shit💀

You click your tongue as you got surrounded by Mr. bird-bitch, that red-mf, Solomon-but-from-wish, Columbina's cousin, lion-dude, "I'm a bad-bitch with a sad past" guy, and a floating tablet.

You ended up getting bound by the bird-bitch's whip the moment you tried to leap off a window in your belphie-escaping-his-responsibilities style. Your pact mark of pride flickered, and Lucifer wonders what MC could be dreaming about for their pride to have taken a hit at this time of the night.

You turned your staff back into a necklace by then, so you couldn't really block the whip and that redhead's spell from hitting you.

You had socked Walmart-Solomon in the face though when he sneakily tried to take one of your bangles while you were being yanked back from the window. Satan stirred in his sleep, feeling but not registering the creeping irritation under your skin.

So now you're here, with a collar for your troubles and a whip locking your arms to your body.

You're just about to resentfully summon Lucifer or something when the redhead who collared you with this uncomfortable fugly-ass neckwear started lecturing you and shit about etiquette and how disrespectful you are for trying to leap out the window and how you should be honored to be there blahblahblah—

Hell no. You ain't letting this short-pimp talk to you like this. (You should really stop hanging around too much with Asmo. Or Levi when he's being a hater on the internet.)

Satan stirred once again, starting to rouse from his slumber as he felt your irritation start to turn into embers of anger.

Lucifer furrows his brows, feeling a rush of indignity that can only have come from you. But why? Weren't you in bed? He hasn't felt you leave through any of the detection barriers he'd set up around your room so you should still be inside, right?

"I think it's much more disrespectful to have your fuckin horses kidnap someone straight from their goddamn bed just to attend a little ceremony they've never even heard of."

You narrow your eyes as you see the bird-man and goons look taken aback in varying degrees of obviousness. (A figure near the mirror perked-up; 'Maybe this person is in a similar situation as them!')

Bruh, what the fuck did they expect??

• • • • •

The Vice-prefects of all seven dorms lead the new students out of the Ceremony hall, leaving behind the five (sorry Mal. Also, Jamil's ass definitely dragged Kalim out with him.) dorm leaders with the headmaster to solve the issues of the sTiLl-uNdEr-tHe-efFecTs-oF-tHe-teLepoRtaTioN-sPelL new student who utterly refuses to cooperate with them.

Riddle is about to combust, Leona wants to go back to bed only to be dragged back by the headmaster—, Vil wants his beauty sleep but was dragged back by that petty bitch, Leona—, While Idia and Azul decided to stick around for their own personal reasons. ("He looks like an anime character—" "Brother, I don't think it's good to be taking pictures of someone without permission—" "AHH–! O-ORTHO?!")

While Yuu is.. hiding behind the mirror.

(The kinda-silver haired guy seems to be in his seventh ritual of making sure his face didn't get bruised from the solid right hook to the face he got.)

(Yuu would've felt bad for him if the guy didn't have such a shady smile on his face while he was massaging his punched jaw.)

Meanwhile...

"Oy human, it's me!"

Mammon knocked on MC's door, fully intent on bothering their sleep and cozying up on their bed again.

He waited for a few seconds, no answer.

He knocked again.

No answer.

... Look, it's not like The Great Mammon is worried or anything but this is strange..

The human always answers their door after a knock or two even if it's the middle of the night.

... Dammit.

Mammon is full of grumbles as he consciously sharpens his senses, tryna sense his the human.

They better not be ignoring him or he'll–

Wait.

What? W- wait a second..

• • • •

The quietness of the night in the House of Lamentation vanished as the sound of a door being busted down rang out.

It's other residents could barely even register the sound before a shout rang out. A shout that sent dread right into their cores.

"MC?!"

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'What the?! Why can't I summon them??'

Elae: Hehe~ I'm back with some food~

Thanks for reading this far, I hope you enjoyed this chapter😊

Btw, do y'all want Yuu to be a love interest?

How do I tag ppl??

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targaryenrealnessdarling · 11 months

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No Pain, No Gain | Part 3 |PersonalTrainer!Aemond x fem! reader

A/N: you guys are absolutely feral for this and I love it, thank you legitimately for all the love. Once again 😘 @ewanmitchellcrumbs , hope you luv uwu

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warnings: EVENTUAL SMUT, 18+, sexual tension, binge eating, mentions of breakup, cursing, dickhead Aemond, reader is horny af, English slang (soz), warnings will be added when needed

When Baela messaged you with this screenshot.

You thought, hell fucking yes.

What better way to take your mind off thinking about your personal trainer’s dick, undo about an hour’s worth of cardio and feel like shit afterwards?

2 for 1 cocktails.

Storm’s End was pretty popular so Baela, being the legend she is, booked for four of you to go. Baela, her twin, Rhaena, you and a mutual friend from university, Maris Baratheon. Her Uncle owned the pub/club so she used her connections to get a further 50% off on friends and family discounts.

God it was going to be a long night.

After getting ready in the living room, Rhaena absolutely hogging the Spotify playlist, all three of you buzzed on a glass of Prosecco hobble to Storm’s End.

“Rhaena, take those stupid shoes off” you nudge her shoulder a bit, which takes her off balance. She’s wearing heels that are far too big and far too high for her. Tottling around like a newborn giraffe.

She yelps a bit but glares at you, “At least I’m taller than you now, short-ass”

Hand on heart, you feign offense, “Who put 50p in you?”

Baela nudges you from your other shoulder, “Children, stop it”

Maris pipes up from behind, playfully squeezing your butt, “Where did you get this from?”

“Ow! Maris!”

Rhaena laughs, “Our creepy cousin is giving her personal training”

“Hey, you” Baela glares at her twin, “He’s not ‘creepy’, just misunderstood. And be nice, his dad just died!”

“Oh yeah cos everyone loved Viserys” Rhaena mused.

You give an awkward look to Maris as you enter Storm’s End, giving a name as they lead you to a booked table.

“He didn’t seem that bothered about it” you shrug as you huff off your coat.

Maris, sat next to you in the booth, hangs her jaw open, “Fuck you, look at these!” she says squeezing your biceps, “I’m jealous I don’t get to see you in the bikini”

Rhaena snorts, “Maris, your bisexual is showing”

“Sorry, sorry”

You must admit that when you were getting ready to go out with the girls tonight, you’d made the effort. The black cocktail dress hanging in the back of your wardrobe, that probably hasn’t been touched since the graduation party a few years ago, looked tempting. So imagine your surprise to find that it still fit, snug in all the right places. It wasn’t quite warm enough to go out in just that, so you pulled a coat over it. Even here, in the darkened part of Storm’s End, a sort of anxiety prickled at you at how low cut it was. You were usually not so brave.

It had been a while since Maris came to visit all of you, so the drinks came easily. And effectively being as cheap as water, it was easy to put all the cocktails away. One particular cocktail had you constantly sneezing from the ginger in it, but you were nicely drunk now, engaged in conversation.

Maris was swooning over a girl she’d met on a night out.

“You know when you see a woman and you’re just like ‘yes’ she is perfect” Maris swoons, slurring her words.

Almost in unison you all say, “No”

“Maris, we are hetero beyond hetero” you laugh, sipping the cocktail and leaning against Baela on your other side. She leans in as well, partially, if not more drunk than you right now.

“Okay fine, I’m not having this conversation with you virgins”

“Whoa whoa whoa! Who said virgin?” Rhaena furrows her brows, angry and you genuinely have to hold back a laugh with how loud she’s being as several people turn around, hearing what she’s said.

“Rhaena, I am willing to bet yours has grown back it’s been so long”

“Nuh-uh” you point to yourself, head wavy from all the drinks, “that’s me~”

Maris orders more, “Didn’t you and what’s-his-face break up like two months ago?”

“Yesss, but we didn’t have sex for ages before that. So if anything it’s me who’s the sad little virgin of the group” you say, polishing off your cocktail to go in for another.

Baela snorts, “At least until she gets a mouthful of Aemond”

You almost spit out your drink, glaring at Baela. The alcohol has made you more…morally loose, yes. But you didn’t expect Baela to say that.

“What the fuck Baela!”

“Oh come on, she’s been cracking out the vibrator everytime I even say his name”

Maris sees your bright red face, “Don’t” you warn.

“Oh my god, as if you have a thing for creepy Aemond?!”

You raise your eyebrows, “Okay, describe him”

“Tall, lanky, skinny…I guess?”

Stalking time.

You raise a finger, putting your cocktail down to get your phone. You quickly bring up his instagram and show her the one photo where his whole body is in shot.

Pretty much as soon as the screen lights her face, her jaw drops.

“Oh my god”

“Can you two please stop thirsting over our cousin, please” Rhaena rolls her eyes,

Maris zooms in, “Hold on, I want to see what all the fuss is about”

She zooms in, really taking him in and the both of you fawn over the photo for a bit too long. Describing everything. His legs, arms that poke out of the shirt he’s wearing with veins. Ugh. His neck, his chest, his shoulders. How tall and broad he is. Just everything.

“Would you not let that man destroy you?” you ask Maris, snatching your phone out her hand,

In your drunken haze, you freeze as your finger slips and double-taps the screen, liking the photo.

“Oh shit”

Rhaena raises her eyebrows, “what”

“I just fucking liked the photo” you drop the phone and put your head in your hands, vision spinning from the alcohol as well as the embarrassment.

The girls erupt in laughter, which isn’t helping.

You find the courage to look and see that the photo is a good ten or so months old. And the little dot next to his profile shows he’s suddenly active. He’s definitely noticed.

Fuckfuckfuck.

“Hey, you never know, it might be a good ‘in’ to get him to bang you” Maris chimes.

You’ve never felt more embarrassed in your life. And yet, you can’t help your mind wander at the possibility of it.

Would he?

He was pretty handsy last time.

But he’s a personal trainer, surely it’s wrong for you to pay him and bang him when he’s on the job.

No you can’t.

You can’t imagine…him bare chested pressed against you, hot, sticky and sweaty from the efforts, broad shoulders closing you into the mattress, large hands splayed across your waist, teeth biting at your neck, prying your thighs apart, rutting into yo-

“Hello! Earth to y/n!”

Fuck, you’ve got to stop doing this.

“Do us all a favour and fuck him” Maris muses, “You’re like in heat or something”

Despite the embarrassment of it all, the night continues on and Baela is far too drunk to carry on. So being the good friend you were and mother of the group, you pull her hand around your shoulder and escort her home. She’s wobbly at best and seems to laugh at the smallest thing, and even though you’re drunk as well, the situation earlier sobered you up considerably.

“I have a headahceee….” Baela moans.

“I heard you the first three times you said it”

“Can we get some painkillers, we don’t have any hic back at the flat..”

With an annoyed groan you drag her into the nearest corner shop, it’s close-ish to home, so hopefully she swallows the painkillers, shuts the fuck up and you can tuck her in on the sofa.

She waits at the entrance while you pay, talking absent-mindedly to a stranger.

“Baela, don’t talk to strangers please” you say as you shove the box of painkillers in her hand. The man she’s talking to smirks amused at the situation.

“This isn’t a stranger, it’s my other cousin!” she says, her drunkenness making her far too loud.

“Oh yeah?” you crack open the bottle of water you bought, taking a swig before passing to Baela, “Is that true?” you ask the other man.

It could be true. He’s got platinum hair, a smile that spells trouble and that weird cockiness all Targaryen men seem to have. He gives you a bit of a wink, shoving his hands into his pockets.

“Unfortunately, yes. Aegon” he extends his hand and you tentatively shake it, still a bit weary. He looks at you like he already knows you, it’s very weird.

“Yeah that sound like a Targaryen name”

“He’s Aemond’s older brother” Baela says while taking a sip of water, accidentally letting it fall over her face and down her neck,

“Unfortunately, also yes” Aegon smirks, “She looks a bit worse for wear”

“We can thank Storm’s End 2 for 1 cocktails for that, can’t we Bae?” you smile, hooking an arm around her waist to steady her, she just grunts in response, “what are you doing here anyway?” you ask Aegon as he’s now found some interest in walking alongside you both.

He shrugs, “Just came out to get a few bits, do you guys want a lift home? Aemond’s parked around the corner”

“Yeah actu-” your mind works before your mouth does and your face pales a bit, embarrassment working its way into your belly.

Baela has that stupid fucking smirk on her face again, wide and giddy like a child, “Yes please! Y/n, this is your chance to get Aemond to ram-”

“Enough of that” you warn sternly, slapping a hand over mouth, but Aegon gives an amused grin, seemingly catching onto the subject of the conversation, “We’re fine getting home thanks”

“Don’t be stubborn, come on” Aegon says, helping Baela down the road.

A gnawing embarrassment curls in your gut. The last thing you want is to see him. And this is reinforced when you round the corner and Aemond is in the driver’s seat, looking up when he sees three figures. His eyes dart between Aegon and Baela for a moment before landing firmly on you, shamelessly looking down and then back up again.

You take a deep breath. Don’t look at him. Don’t look at him.

Try as you might, you make for the back seat, but with a shit-eating grin, Aegon makes it there first, under the guise of helping Baela in the backseat and making sure she’s okay. And you want lightning to strike him down right now with how fucking smug he looks.

A family trait, you see.

With an annoyed huff and without looking at the smug blonde in the driver’s seat, you get in the passenger seat, quickly pulling the seatbelt around you. Aemond doesn’t say anything either, one hand on the steering wheel and the other on his thigh.

Oh God, his thighs.

Stopstopstop.

You can almost see in your peripheral the way he’s smirking to himself, thinking it’s all very amusing.

“Aem!” Baela shrieks drunkenly from the backseat, luckily cutting the already existing tension, “Where did you come from?”

Aem chuckles lowly and it might be the first proper time you’ve heard him laugh, he turns to his cousin in the back seat, “I could ask you the same thing”

“I found them in the shop, what was it, Storm’s End 2 for 1 cocktails?” Aegon laughs.

Aemond huffs a laugh in response, raising an eyebrow in your direction, “Training going well then?”

You only have to turn your head a little to face him and when you do, you regret it immediately. In the proximity of the car, with you in the front seat, it’s achingly close. You try to muster up an indifferent look.

“Don’t live in the gym like you do”

He smirks, poking his cheek with his tongue, and turns back to the road, putting the car in gear to drive off. And now his gaze is averted, you briefly let your eyes go over him. It was only fair, he did the same to you. And you turn away quickly with a sigh when you see he’s wearing fucking dark grey sweatpants. All those thoughts return at breakneck speed, the sinful, lustful ones you only think of when you’re alone with your vibrator and it makes you squeeze your thighs together harshly, and you swear you see a flicker of Aemond’s head move in your direction when you do it. Not that he shows it on his face.

Aegon’s playlist is in full swing and it’s not a long car journey, but it certainly fucking feels like it.

You’re just thankful that Baela is quietly drunk in the backseat, half asleep, so she can’t say anything incriminating about the desires you’d divulged in female confidence.

“Stop the car” Baela says hurriedly, undoing her seatbelt.

Aemond brakes, looking back at her in the rearview mirror.

“Oh shit” Aegon curses as Baela gets out the car like a bat out of hell to run behind the closest tree, halfway across the park. Aegon follows with the bottle of water you’d bought her.

In any other situation, you’d be glad to have a borderline sick and vomiting Baela out of the car. But right now, left alone with Aemond after the sheer stupidity of the night so far, you want her to come back as soon as possible.

Aemond sighs, at least glad Baela had the decency to get out of the car before being sick. He reaches for the gearstick to move the car out of the way of the middle of the road. And the smug bastard completely misses and his large hand makes contact with your knee instead. You can do nothing but gasp when he does it.

“Sorry” he murmurs without moving his hand.

When you look at him, he stays eerily still, his eyes flitting across your face to take in the dazed, stunned and impassioned look on your face. Your mouth seems to go dry, brain made of cotton, desperately trying to come up with something to say, but failing.

Aemond withdraws his hand back to the gearstick, but not before giving the flesh above your knee a firm squeeze, burning his touch into them, leaving behind prickling heat on your skin. Seeing that you’ve been caught staring at him for too long, you flick back, pushing your legs together impossibly tighter.

He seems to delight in the reaction.

“Have fun on instagram earlier?”

Oh fuck my life.

You turn to him, embarrassed, but his eyes are on the road just as Aegon and Baela get back in the car with a few rough and tumbles. You hate how easy it is for him to get a rise out of you like this, so you turn away and just watch the night life go by as Aemond drives the 5 minute route back to your flat.

Almost as soon as he pulls up, Aegon’s helping Baela out and you follow, just about to shut the passenger side door when-

“See you at our session tomorrow” Aemond muses smugly. His eyes glimmering with mischief.

Not knowing what to say and far too horny to even form a thought, you take Baela back into your arms and make for the flat, but not before looking over your shoulder to see Aemond’s dark gaze over the steering wheel.

Once in the flat, Baela collapses on the sofa, murmuring incoherently. Like a good mother, you put a glass of water and painkillers on the side table, pulling the blanket over her.

“Did you get railed?...” Baela groans, to which you bite your lip.

“No Baela”

With a disappointed groan, she turns and almost instantly falls asleep, aided by the dizzying effect of the alcohol creeping in. You smile at her, she’s always been like this when she’s drunk. Always the wingman. Or wingwoman, you supposed.

Halfway through taking off your makeup, your phone pings with a notification.

Absolute.

Bastard.

You wake up the next day shockingly kind of okay. Baela on the other hand is milking this for all it’s worth. Being a Saturday, you supposed she’s allowed some time to recover.

But when you use the blender to make a smoothie, she groans, “Are you doing this on purpose...” she groans, with a wet cloth on her forehead.

Forcing the urge to laugh at her away, “Sorry hun”

She lifts the cloth to glare at you, “Why are you in gym gear, it’s Saturday”

Your mind races a bit, a blush making its way up your neck and a familiar heat pooling in your stomach.

“Last session today before the holiday” you say, leaning against the counter to sip the smoothie, “only day free was Saturday”

Baela pulls a face, as if amused.

“What”

“Nothing”

You scoff, “Fuck you, I told you all that under the influence, it doesn’t count”

“Oh yes it does~”

She goes on and on and on it feels like, about how badly you said you wanted Aemond to destroy you last night. She seemingly doesn’t remember the finer details about how you got home. You wished you could forget. You can still feel the way his hand gripped your leg so tightly, the bare skin prickling up.

Ping.

The dreaded ring of a notification. And it’s like he can fucking sense when people are talking about him.

Dramatically, you flop on the sofa, showing Baela the text.

“I don’t know how many more signs you need” she reaches for her go to hangover cure, the biggest bar of chocolate you’ve ever seen and a diet pepsi, “I don’t want to hear anything about it, if you do though because that’s gross. Tell Maris or something”

“Nothing is going to happen”

“Uh huh, whatever you say hoe”

With even Baela’s belief in you dwindling by the second, with a heaving sigh you manage to plop into your car, prop your phone on the mount for directions to the address Aemond sent you and drive. Something curls in your gut all the way there. Nerves? Excitement? Nausea? Was it the Indian food…

You know the answer already but it doesn’t make it any better.

The car that picked you up with Baela the previous day is parked on a driveway, a black Mercedes.

Twat.

With a breath to stable yourself, you trudge with your gym bag to the front door. The front garden is curiously and meticulously tidy, grass mowed and in general looked beautiful. A stark contrast, you think, to the guy inside. For a moment, you honestly think why the hell you’re here. Or maybe it’s just scary how easy it was for you to just…go with it and come to his house.

He appears in the doorway mere seconds after you press the doorbell, making you think he had seen your car pull up, but this notion is quickly dashed when you see him. He leans against the doorframe on his forearm, having to look down at you with a bottle of something in one hand.

“Didn’t get lost then” he says with a smug smile. The embarrassment and those thoughts that were loud the night before come back at breakneck speed, making the heat flood your cheeks uncontrollably. You just hope that he doesn’t see it, but by the amused look on his face, he totally does.

You roll your eyes a bit and his smile seems to drop for a second. He removes his arm from the doorframe, your eyes drag over what he’s wearing briefly. It’s not the black shirt he usually has on, but a grey one with patches of dark at the neckline and middle, you surmise he’s probably already been working out before you got here. The image of his taut stomach sticking to his grey shirt will forever be seared into your memory.

Walking through his home is like walking through a show-home, as in, it doesn’t look like it’s been lived in. It’s weirdly pristine, smells like air freshener and detergent. And as you follow him to the back of the house, where you assume the home gym is, you can’t help but stare at the dark grey patch in the middle of his back and the way his shoulders move when he takes a drink.

There’s some stairs that lead down and you quirk a brow, “a basement gym?”

He stops at the stairs, looking up, his eyes somewhere else before he meets yours. His hair is up in a bun again, like the first time, with stray pieces falling out, “Yes?”

“How very serial killer of you” you muse, following him down the stairs, “Should I share my location with someone”

He huffs a laugh, opening the door and leading you inside with the smallest of touches to the small of your back, “Unless you want to”

Even the borderline ghostly touch against the small of your back through your coat is enough to make your brain feel like it’s mush.

What if he’d ventured down, using his large hand to squeeze your flesh between his fingers? Moulding the skin to shape of his palms?

“Drink?” he asks, strangely more chirpy.

Pulling off your coat you reply, “No, got my water, thanks”, you try and make your voice as stable as possible.

His home gym is actually quite big, lit by several spotlights since there’s no natural light. It hasn’t got any machines, but several weights and sit up benches, perhaps he brings some clients here sometimes? Your body shudders inconsolably at the thought of being laid on the sit up benches, flat with him looming over.

He’s filling up his own water bottle from the cooler in the corner, back to you, “So what were you doing on instagram?” he asks, and you think you can hear the smile on his face.

Taking advantage of him not looking your way, you adjust your sports bra. It’s a different set this time, since the other is in the wash, a dark rusty orange two-piece. He turns just as you’re pulling your hair up into a bun, eyes hooded and trained on you before briefly flitting across the new outfit.

“Stalking your creepy profile” you answer, disinterested.

He raises an eyebrow, “Creepy?”

“That’s what Rhaena said”

“Ah” he responds, “she would”

“Why’s that?”

He motions loosely to his eye that you supposed he was blind in, “Freaks people out”

You furrow your brows, “Why would it freak people out?”. You ask it like it’s the most obvious thing in the world and he’s quiet for a moment, tapping his fingers against his water bottle in thought.

“Does it not freak you out?”

You shake your head softly, “No”

He doesn’t take his eyes off you when he takes a sip of water and it makes your thighs feel somewhat like jelly.

“Right, stretches”

Oh boy.

It’s almost as bad as the first time you’ve done them together, except he’s extra handsy, smirking with the knowledge that you were talking about him in your spare time. This time, when you’re doing the 60 second planks on the mat, his hand stays there on your back, moving every now and then slowly between your shoulders, to the nape of your neck. And there’s no mirror in his home gym, so you’re only hoping and praying that he’s not taking this opportunity to look at you in the skin tight leggings too closely.

Although secretly, you kind of hope he is.

“That’s it...” he praises lowly, and it takes you so off guard that you think you might just crack. But you resort to just biting your lip, trapping the skin between your teeth painfully.

Squats are genuinely no better. He stays behind you the entire time, achingly close with his hands on his hips and everytime you go down to do one, you can’t help the desperate thrum of anticipation in your belly as you make contact only very slightly with his leg.

Once you’re done with stretching and core, with the lack of windows in the room you’re in, it’s very hot and you wipe your forehead a little, slightly out of breath as you take a sip of water. Feeling as if you are being watched you turn your head slightly and see him sat on the sit-up bench watching you intensely.

“Shit” you curse as some water leaks out of the bottle onto your chest and right down your sports bra. You try and wipe it away quickly, your chest already glistening with sweat. But when you look up, you see his eyes quickly flit from there to your eyes, darkened. One of his thighs jitters as he bounces his leg, as if aggravated.

“Sorry” you breathe, grounding yourself, “what next” you ask, desperately trying to lighten the tension.

“Bench press” he responds, and there’s that same tone he used last time. The tone that he used after literally scaring your ex away. But you swallow thickly and nod and sit where he once was.

He explains how to do it and you take it all in a bit until you realise he’s going to be standing right behind you and your cheeks flood with heat again, tingling down the back of your neck. He just stands there as he usually does, but from this angle (and it’s very difficult to not look at this point) your head is right at his waistline and had there not been 30kg combined in your arms right now, you probably would have given more of a reaction to it.

But you do your reps, with him watching in silence, seeing you break a sweat. As far as you are aware, his eyes forever on your form, but really it’s zoned in on that shadow that disappears down your sports bra and at the exposed bit of midriff beneath that to your leggings.

As you’re doing the last few, he rounds the side and places his hand flat on your ribs, right under your sports bra’s hem and you freeze, an involuntary gasp escapes.

When you meet eyes, he’s already regarding you.

“Relax”

Licking your lips nervously, you nod and breathe in and out deeply. But he never takes his hand off you, almost making sure you’re doing what he says.

The next few reps are probably the most difficult. Never being able to stop thinking about his fingers on your bare skin, his thumbs drawing very very small circles on the hot flesh there. The air feels charged, as if one wrong move could ignite something, like striking a flame near gas.

He moves his hand lower to your abdomen, making you freeze and look at him again. There’s no smug smile on his face, just a hooded, promiscuous expression, one that makes a deep, blurry thrum right where his hand is.

“Push here”

You try and do as he says for the last few, but it’s hard with the way he’s staring at you. And when you let out a huff and put the weights back where they belong on the rack, he nods slightly.

“Good girl”

He sees the way your face flushes this time, but makes no comment on it. Instead he rights himself to stand, extending his toned arm to you to help you up, not breaking the intensity of his look.

It really does happen too quickly to know who did it. All you remember is taking his hand to pull yourself up. The next. Both his hands are around your waist, nearly encompassing them with how big they are, and the way they slide against your glistening skin rouses you in places you didn’t even know existed.

There’s not even time to say anything when he locks his lips with yours, pushing you harshly against the wall with a thud that makes you gasp into his hot mouth. It’s messy, chaotic, a clashing of desperate lips and when he brushes your lower lip with his tongue it’s embarrassing how good it feels. He pushes you against the wall so harshly by your waist that you think he’s trying to embed you into it, hands clasped tightly around you in frustration, his fingertips creating marks where they are fixed.

Amongst all this, he presses his firm, lithe body against yours and you let out the quietest of moans with the realisation that he is desperately hard beneath the sweatpants he’s wearing, pressing it into your thigh.

“Fuck…” he breathes as his hand snakes up your front to take hold of your jaw, kissing with such need that it almost feels like too much.

All this time your hands have had no idea what to do, but one slides to the nape of his neck, gripping harshly and completely destroying the style his hair had been in. The other runs over the slick skin of his forearm, tracing the veins there, and how they seem to thrum with every beat of his heart, faster with the desire that courses through them.

“Fucking perfect…”

Words fail you at this point, his fingers digging into the sides of your face make you realise he’s keeping you right where he wants you, attacking your mouth with his in a way that’s not really happened to you before. And that little breathy moan escapes once again when his teeth nip at your lip as he pulls away, immediately dipping to your neck to kiss and suck the delicate skin there, his hips pushing against yours with hunger.

You wonder what his hands would feel like wrapped around your neck, squeezing gently, or maybe not so gently. If his hands would just go that bit lower…if your hands just dipped beneath the hem of his shirt…down the sweatpants…

Buzz buzz.

Snapped out of this hot, heavy trance, Aemond steps back a little and you duck underneath his arm, not daring to look back at him at the fear you might stay and fuck up this entirely professional relationship. You desperately look at your phone, a missed call from Baela.

But that’s all the excuse you need, you hurriedly pack up your stuff, “S-sorry…I..” you start but with no vocabulary to actually finish. Your core is still spurring with delight with what you’ve just done, taking all the power from your brain.

Looking back briefly, he looks a bit dishevelled but still ridiculously too good, flushed in the face and his chest gently heaving, and with that ghost of a smile on his face. Not smug this time, to your delight.

“Um, sorry I have to go…thanks, Aemond” you excuse promptly. Even the very swift walk back to the car is a blur. It’s only when you’re in the driver’s seat, intensely gripping the steering wheel that it all slots into place.

Your fingers go to your lips and all the places his hands had touched you. They’re on fire. Begging for more. And you feel your breath in your lungs stutter at the memory of it. Aemond stands at his window, watching with acute amusement that you’re still sat there, absolutely dumbstruck by what’s happened.

Baela pings you in the wake of her missed call.

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