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little-spoiled-brat · 3 years

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Okay I finally made my choice and I'm coming to request for 6 and 25 from the NSFW prompt with Levi :))

WRITING PROMPT # 10:

"don't tempt me, i'll fuck you on this desk"

"look at the mess you've made"

pairing: levi x reader - nsfw, minors dni

cw: possessive levi, rough sex, teasing, slight masturbation, choking, fingering f receiving, degrading, slight overstimulation, belly bulge, dumbification, praise kink, squirting

author’s note: did i got carried away with this? maybe.

- after hours -

it was the end of a rather tiring day, you barely got to see levi today and you were just glad that you were back in his office. however, a frown formed on your face upon seeing him still working on paperworks.

you sighed, closing the door with a soft click and walking over to his desk. levi looked up from his paperwork and patted his thighs, a smile formed on your lips and you happily obliged to sit on his lap.

you straddled him, wrapping your arms around his neck and he wrapped his arms around your waist. he placed a kiss on your temple, gently running his hand through your hair.

“it felt like i haven’t seen you all day, brat” levi sighed tiredly as you buried your face into the crook of his neck and placed a light kiss on the soft skin in return.

”come to bed, you need rest” you said, pulling away from him and ran your hand through his hair as he hummed in satisfaction, his eyes closing.

“tch. i still have paperworks to finish” levi grumbled, opening his eyes again, snaking his arms around you to continue scribbling on the paper on his desk.

you sighed in defeat, kissing his cheek before getting off of his lap. you took a chair and dragged it beside his before plopping yourself down on it.

it didn’t take long until your eyes were wandering over your boyfriend — his focused grey-blue eyes, his slightly parted lips, his muscles that contracted whenever he wrote something down, his thighs-

“oi, y/n. what the hell are you doing?” levi snapped you out of your thoughts as you looked up at him. heat rose to your cheeks once you realized that while you were busy gawking over you boyfriend, your hand had found their way onto your clit — onto what was his.

and levi did not like it when you touch what’s his.

a lightbulb lit up inside your head and you continued to rub your clit through your sweatpants as if nothing was happening. you watched levi’s jaw tense at your actions, his eyes slowly filling with undesirable lust.

”don’t you have paperworks to finish? get back to work” you said as levi glared at you and a smirk pulled up in the corner of your lips.

”i will when you stop touching what’s mine” levi hissed through gritted teeth and you stopped touching yourself.

“good girl”

fucking hell.

you stood up, taking off your sweatpants and your underwear before sitting back down on the chair. levi’s eyes drifted back to you, finally catching up on your intentions.

“don’t you fucking dare“ levi warned as you moved the chair a bit so you were directly facing him. your hand trailed down your clit again, circling the sensitive bud in small figures of eight. “fuck, levi”

“brat” levi growled, a warning tone to his voice but you kept going, you slipped two fingers into you and moaned loudly on purpose.

“oh shit, levi. that feels so good” you moaned, throwing your head back and slowly pumping your fingers in and out as your eyes closed. “oh fuck me”

“don’t tempt me, i’ll fuck you on this desk” levi growled, his hand wrapping around your throat as your eyes flew open. your hand flew to his wrist, holding on tightly.

"please"

without a second thought, levi picked you up and swiftly swiped away every paper off his desk before placing you down on top of it.

“flithy brat” levi hissed, inserting three fingers inside of you and pumping them in a fast pace. your eyes rolled to the back of your head, your velvet walls sucking his fingers in oh so deliciously.

“t-too f-fast” you said, the knot in your stomach quickly building up. you tried to close your legs out of instinct but levi pushed your thighs apart.

“no. you’re going to take everything i fucking give you, filthy slut” levi spat, venom lacing his voice as you whimpered. your breathing became heavy, holding onto his arms desperately as the knot started to break.

”fuck! levi!” you moaned, back arching as the first wave of pleasure came washing over you. levi wrapped his hand around your throat and pushed you back down flat on his desk.

“w-wait, levi” you whimpered, reaching for his wrist to stop him from inserting his fingers inside of you again. he simply glared at you, pumping his fingers in and out again.

“look at you, already being a mess and you haven’t even taken my cock yet” levi teased, curling his fingers to hit your g-spot. you moaned at his words, gripping the wrist of his hand that was around you throat for leverage.

the pleasure was already starting to become too much and levi was just getting started with you.

it didn’t take long until the second wave of pleasure washed over you. your body was already trembling from the earth shattering orgasms levi caused twice in a row.

you looked up at your boyfriend with half lidded eyes as he tenderly cupped your cheek, letting you breathe for a few minutes.

then it was his cock you were taking.

“shit, you’re so tight“ levi groaned, sliding his entire length inside of you, your arousal and orgasms from earlier acting as lube for him.

“w-wait” you breathed out, pressing your palm flat on his abdomen to silently tell him not to move. levi understood, staying still for a few minutes to let you adjust to his size.

“you’re being a good girl so far, brat” levi whispered, leaning down and kissing your forehead tenderly. you smiled up at him and pulled him down to connect your lips together.

“you can move now” you whispered into the kiss as levi slowly started thrusting in and out of you. he did a few test thrusts before settling for a steady but still fast pace.

“y/n” levi moaned in your ear, sending shivers down your spine. his voice — his damn seductive voice moaning your name in the most sinful way.

levi shifted his angle to hit that spongy spot inside of you that makes your brain melt with every thrust his hips made against yours. he chuckled smugly, adoring the light bulge of his cock on your lower belly whenever he thrusts into you.

“brat” levi called out as you looked at him with empty eyes, lips parted in pleasure and overall fucked dumb over his cock. this boosted levi’s ego even more.

he chuckled, wrapping his hand around your throat once again and squeezing lightly. “are you fucked dumb because of my cock? hm?”

you nodded pathetically, not being able to form any understandable sentences for him. levi leaned down and kissed your lips before thrusting in harder, his gentleness leaving just as fast as it appeared.

“l-levi!” you moaned, eyes squeezed shut and he spread your legs apart even more. the all too familiar knot started to form in your lower stomach again.

“fuck, i’m close” levi groaned, his thrusts slowly getting sloppy. he felt you tighten around him before and he knew you were also close.

“c-can’t h-hold anymore, n-need to c-cum” you whimpered, trying your hardest not to release without levi’s permission. he moaned at your words, his thumb reaching down and rubbed at your sensitive clit.

“cum for me. don’t hold back, brat” levi said and you did. you fell apart for him, the third wave of pleasure washing over you and you kept eye contact the entire time.

“that’s it, good girl. good fucking girl, y/n“ levi praised, pulling out and replacing his cock with his fingers to prolong your orgasm even more.

“f-fuck, l-levi. gonna m-make a mess“ you moaned, trying to grab at his wrist like before. with a few thrusts of his fingers, you came for the fourth time and squirted all over his desk.

levi moaned, releasing his cum on your stomach at the sight of you squirting. he carefully pulled his soaking fingers out of your aching cunt and licked them clean, all while looking you in the eyes.

fuck, that was hot.

“you taste so good, brat” levi said, kissing your lips and letting you taste yourself on his tongue. you wrapped your arms around him, running your hand through his hair as the both of you came down from your highs.

“i love you” you whispered tiredly and levi smiled, kissing your forehead lovingly. “i love you“

he pulled you up from his desk and handing you your underwear and sweatpants from before as the both of you got redressed.

“look at the mess you’ve made“ levi said, glancing at his desk where traces of your juices and his cum were still evident on the usually neat surface. “eh? your cum is also on there, don’t blame it all on me”

”tch. still partially your fault” you pouted as levi chuckled and ruffled your hair affectionately, grabbing something to wipe his desk clean. you collected the papers that he ruthlessly pushed off of his desk from earlier and organized them in a neat pile once the desk was clean and in prestine condition again.

levi let you straddle his lap again, his arms caging you in while he worked on the papers that were temporarily abandoned because of you intimate session.

levi kissed your forehead once more and it didn’t take you long until you fell asleep in his arms.

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viastro · 3 years

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pacman | yoon jeonghan

ミ★ synopsis: being best friends, you and jeonghan know all there is to the disastrous effects of developing feelings for each other. that’s why you both make a sleep-deprived promise at 5 am to never fall in love with the other. however, jeonghan begins to question everything when he tasks himself with making you and the new transfer become a couple.

ミ★ genre: best friends / to strangers / to lovers!au, angst, fluff, some humor

ミ★ warnings: none !

ミ★ word count: 7,559

ミ★ pairings: jeonghan x gender neutral reader / jun x gender neutral reader

ミ★ notes: hi guys ! here’s my jeonghan oneshot that was inspired by jaehyun’s upcoming kdrama ! it took me a few days to finish this, so it’s pretty long and i would like to apologize in advance AJSKBGKB i also recommend listening to stay here by gaho on repeat for like top tier reading experience HAHAHA i hope you guys enjoy this oneshot, and remember to give jeonghan lots of love <3

Your eyes are closed as your head rests on the table, waiting for the lecture to begin. Your airpods are in your ears, playing a soft instrumental that has you on the verge of drifting off to sleep.

Until Jeonghan sits beside you.

“I thought you slept early last night?” Instead of hearing the piano, you hear your best friend’s voice fill your ears as you open up one eye. The newly dyed redhead is staring at you with an amused expression on his face, causing you to squint at him.

“Yeah, 2 am this time. Personal best for the year so far.” You tell Jeonghan, sitting up from the desk and stretching your arms over your head. Jeonghan rolls his eyes, knowing that is a lot earlier than the usual 6 am bedtime routine you’ve got going on. He sits down in the seat beside you, pulling out his things from his bag.

Yoon Jeonghan, your best friend of almost eight years now. The two of you met in middle school, having been paired up in science class to dissect a frog. Jeonghan was close to tears the whole time while you were practically gagging over the smell through your mask.

Someway, somehow, the two of you ended up sticking together after that unfortunate occurrence. No words were exchanged either, you both kind of just started sitting beside each other during lunch and waiting for each other at your assigned lockers.

In high school it got annoying, as Jeonghan suddenly started to become... pretty. He grew taller, cut his hair short, and had a smirk that made anyone and anything swoon. Well, everyone except you. It got worse when you both entered university, as Jeonghan is continuing to become prettier by the minute.

You can’t count on your hand how many times someone was jealous of how close the two of you were.

However, the two of you made a vow after watching one too many kdramas with the trope of best friends to strangers due to one of them falling in love. It might be a bit drastic, and it was in the wee hours of the morning when the two of you made this oath so who knows if Jeonghan remembers. You don’t even remember most of what you both agreed upon other than the fact that the two of you can’t fall in love.

“Hannie, our friendship is too precious to end like theirs did!” You say through your tears, with Jeonghan pulling out a bunch of tissues to throw at your face. He nods his head in agreement, running a hand through his black hair as he fights back his own tears, only to pause and turn towards you.

“You think I’d like you?” Jeonghan asks with a look of disgust on his face, making you halt your movements, looking at him with a glare. “Hey!”

“I’m teasing you.” Jeonghan says with a laugh, taking one of the tissues he threw at your face and wiping the snot that’s slipped past your nose from crying. You quietly let him, too tired and sad to tell him how gross that is.

“We gotta stop binging kdramas until 5 in the morning.” Your best friend tells you, and you nod your head silently as you stare into his pretty eyes. He lets out a yawn once he’s done wiping away your tears, turning off your TV and placing the remote on the table.

“Come on, lay down, yn.” You don’t move from your position on the couch, still huddled into the corner as you think of what could happen if one of you ever developed feelings for each other.

A small smile forms on Jeonghan’s face at how deep in thought you are, reaching out and patting the top of your head. You look up at Jeonghan, and he tilts his head at you.

“What’s up? I’m trying to tuck you in and you’re staring off as if you’re going through an existential crisis.” You purse your lips at his observation, wondering if you are having an existential crisis. Jeonghan sits back down beside you, and he rests his head on his hand as he turns his body towards you.

“Let’s make a vow.” You say after a moment of silence passes between the two of you. Jeonghan raises an eyebrow, “What kind of vow?”

You turn your body towards his, fixing the blankets on your lap before finally looking into his eyes again. You find Jeonghan’s eyes to be his prettiest feature, as you can always see what he’s feeling through his gaze. It’s how you’re able to tell when he’s lying.

“A vow for us to never fall in love with each other.” You state, and you watch as mirth pools Jeonghan’s eyes while his lips curve up into an amused smile. “I don’t think we can make a vow on something that’s out of our control.”

You bite the inside of your cheek, and Jeonghan watches as your eyes brighten when another idea comes to mind. He’s a bit taken aback when you suddenly reach out and grasp his hand, holding it tightly between your warm ones.

“Then we make a promise.”

“That’s the same thing as a vow-”

“No, shut up. Let me explain.” You say, and Jeonghan chuckles. He motions with his hand for you to go on, and you let out a breath.

“If one of us catches feelings, then we end our friendship.” Jeonghan stares at you with a serious expression on his face, and you find that you’re afraid at how fast the amusement left his eyes. Jeonghan leans in closer towards you, “You’d want to end our friendship just like that?”

“Nono! I mean like, for a certain amount of time. Essentially we’d just ghost each other until our feelings go away, and the other can’t intervene.” You explain, slightly shoving Jeonghan away, but you see that he still looks a bit put off by your idea.

“I’d feel like ass if you just left without a word, though.” Jeonghan tells you, and you slowly nod your head, understanding where he’s coming from. You let out another sigh, looking up at the ceiling.

“Pacman.” You peek at Jeonghan, wondering why he mentioned your guys’ favorite game when you were children. He gives you a tired smile, “It’ll be our code word. Instead of leaving without a trace for a couple months, or confessing our feelings and then leaving, we can just say Pacman. It’s not directly saying I love you, and who knows if either of us will remember the word. It’s the perfect thing to say before disappearing for a bit.”

You slowly nod your head, finding that it seems like the best option thus far. And so, out of your 5 am fatigue, you hold out your pinky towards your best friend.

“Pinky promise that you won’t fall in love with me.” You mutter sleepily, and Jeonghan chuckles, reaching out and intertwining his pinky with yours.

“I pinky promise that I won’t fall in love with you.” Jeonghan responds softly, pressing his thumb against yours, sealing the promise.

And now here you both are, still going strong after that sleep-deprived promise you made when you two were barely 16 years old.

You let out a yawn, covering your mouth with your hand while Jeonghan scrolls through his phone to try and show you the meme he saw earlier. Only for you to pause your movements when someone enters the auditorium.

“Look, I found it.” Jeonghan says happily, about to hold out his phone towards you, only to pause, seeing that you’re distracted. He turns his head in the direction of your awed state, only to find a handsome guy standing at the doorway, looking for a seat.

Jeonghan slowly turns back towards you, finding you still staring at the man. He’s never seen this expression on your face before when you looked at someone else, but he knows this look. And so, he lets out a grin, before standing up from his seat and walking down the steps.

Your eyes widen when you suddenly see Jeonghan’s red hair flash before your eyes, and you internally scream when you watch him walk up and bow to the incredibly pretty man.

“Hi! I’m Yoon Jeonghan.” This seems to startle the guy, but his eyes almost immediately turn up into an eye smile as he bows back in Jeonghan’s direction.

“Hi, I’m Wen Junhui.” Jeonghan grins back, before motioning over towards where you and him are seated.

“Oh God.” You mutter to yourself when the pretty man looks up at you, causing you to look down at your phone and check to see if you look at least half decent. You internally scream when you look back up to see him and Jeonghan walking up the steps, and you would’ve flipped Jeonghan off if it weren’t for the pretty guy looking at you.

“Yn! This is Wen Junhui, he’s a transfer.” Jun smiles at you, and you find yourself smiling back at him, warmth flooding your chest at the precious sight. “Hi yn, you can call me Jun.”

You nod your head, “Hi Jun, let Jeonghan and I know if you ever need any help!”

He sits down in the seat besides Jeonghan and bends down to take out the things from his bag, giving you enough time to quickly smack the back of Jeonghan’s neck. He squeaks, turning and shooting you a glare, only to stop and give Jun a reassuring smile when the pretty transfer looks at him in concern.

“Are you okay?”

Jeonghan nods his head, giving Jun a thumbs up. He glances towards you once more when Jun goes back to preparing his seat, only to find the slight sparkle to your eye as you stare at the transfer student. Jeonghan slowly looks away, knowing exactly what that sparkle will signify in the future.

Jeonghan walks towards the square with both airpods in, hands holding heat packs in the pockets of his coat to keep warm. He notices you sitting on the bench, bundled up in your large jacket as you wait for him, causing a small smile to form on Jeonghan’s face.

He’s about to call out your name, only to halt his movements when he sees Junhui heading the opposite way. Jeonghan looks between the two of you, knowing that you have a raging crush on the pretty man but won’t initiate anything, and that Junhui might possibly be interested in you as well.

It’s been a month since Jun transferred to Seoul National University, and Jeonghan’s slowly been trying to push the two of you together. However, he does it so that it’s not too obvious for the sake of him not getting yelled at by you.

When you yell, you yell for a long time.

And so, being the kind friend that Jeonghan is, he quickly walks unnoticed past you, and places both hands on Jun’s shoulders without a noise of greeting. This promptly startles the transfer student, considering the brief look of fear on Jun’s face, only for it to morph into a smile when he looks into Jeonghan’s eyes.

“Jeonghan!”

“Jun! Are you done with your lectures today?” Jun nods his head in response, and Jeonghan grins at his answer. He turns and points towards you, making Jun peek over his shoulder to see you practically shaped like an onigiri, with your shoulders to your chest and your large winter jacket wrapped around you. “Yn and I were just about to go and get lunch, wanna join?”

Jeonghan notices Jun’s eyes become a bit brighter when he looks at you, before he turns back to look at him and runs a hand through his hair. “That sounds great! I’m starving.”

Jeonghan nods his head, before turning towards you and calling out your name. You glance up at the sound of Jeonghan’s voice, looking over to find him and Jun standing a few feet away from you with small smiles on their faces. You shoot your best friend a look, and his smile simply grows wider as you stand up from the bench and walk over to the two.

“Jun! Are you joining us for lunch today?” You ask when you make it over to them, secretly slapping Jeonghan’s side for being a goddamn whore. Jun smiles and nods his head while Jeonghan inconspicuously rubs his waist to ease the sting from your smack.

“Where do you guys wanna eat?” Jun asks as the three of you begin walking out of the square. You think to yourself for a moment while Jeonghan stays quiet, letting you decide on where the gang will have lunch. You let out a grin when you finally think of where to eat, glancing at the two before saying, “Thai food!”

Jeonghan and Jun nod their heads in agreement, and you celebrate quietly between the two. You squeeze the heat packs in your pockets when Jun turns and looks at you, causing you to look back at him.

“What do you usually order at Thai restaurants?” You purse your lips at Jun’s question, fighting back the warmth from rushing to your face at the way he’s staring at you with so much interest. “It depends on my mood, to be honest.”

“Wanna order for me when we get there then? I’m not sure what to eat.”

“Horrible idea. What if I choose something you don’t like?”

“Then I’ll keep eating it, yn.”

“Jun!”

Jeonghan watches as you and Jun unconsciously walk faster until the two of you are now ahead of him. You are in your own little world as you bicker, but Jeonghan knows there’s no malice in your guys’ argument with the way you’re both smiling brightly at each other.

You pause when you don’t feel that familiar presence beside you, and you turn your head to find Jeonghan standing a bit far behind you and Jun. You squint at your best friend, before pulling your hand out of your pocket and waving him over.

“Hannie! What are you waiting for? Come here!”

Jeonghan tightly squeezes the heat pack in his pockets, before nodding his head and walking a bit faster to catch up to you guys. It’s only when he’s standing right beside you that the three of you begin heading towards the Thai restaurant again.

As the frigid temperatures hit him, Jeonghan’s left wondering why the heat packs no longer offer him any warmth as he watches you laugh with Jun.

Jeonghan sits beside you on your couch, invested in the new episode of the kdrama the two of you have been keeping up with. He turns his head when your phone lights up, and his eyes land on the contact name.

jun <3

“You got a text from Junnie.” Jeonghan says, taking a piece of popcorn and placing it into his mouth. You look away from the TV, picking up your phone and reading the message. Out of the corner of his eye, Jeonghan watches the dopey smile form on your face as your thumbs type out a text to your crush.

Suddenly the popcorn feels a bit too dry to swallow as Jeonghan reaches over to take a sip of water. It only goes down smoothly when you place your phone back down on the couch and adjust the blankets over you and Jeonghan.

“I love when the main actress stands up for herself.” You mutter, taking a few pieces of popcorn and tossing them into your mouth. Jeonghan nods his head in agreement, watching as the female lead starts cursing back at the man.

“There’s just something so satisfying about women proving that they don’t need a man to protect them. They need to show this more in kdramas, break the stereotype, ya know?” Jeonghan adds, and you smile softly, pride swelling in your heart at the simple sentence. He turns his head and catches sight of your soft smile, and he feels the undeniable feeling of warmth from the beauty of it.

A sudden bright light makes him glance down at the blankets, finding that your phone has lit up again. You notice as well, picking up the cool metal and reading the new text from Jun. Jeonghan watches as your mouth drops open and how you immediately stand up from the couch.

“Did something happen?” Jeonghan asks, only for your phone to be shoved directly into his face. The redhead curses quietly, muttering about how you need to update your phone to be able to turn on dark mode, before reading the message on the screen.

“He asked me on a date! Me! Wait, is it a date? What should I say?! What if he didn’t mean to send me that text?? Oh my God, I’m so nervous I could actually pee my pants.” You ramble, and Jeonghan’s eyes slowly trail up to your face, watching as you mumble to yourself and begin to pace around the small living room. He bites the inside of his cheek, before grabbing your phone out of your hands and typing out a message. Your eyes widen when you watch your best friend’s thumbs move swiftly across your screen.

“Wait, Yoon Jeonghan!”

“There.” Jeonghan states, handing you back your phone. You stare at the screen in silence.

jun <3: i was wondering if you wanted to go to the aquarium together on saturday? I remembered when you told me how you’ve never been, and the aquarium is having a christmas special even tho it’s november :3

It’s totally fine if you don’t wanna go by the way

you: that sounds great ! i can’t wait <3

jun <3: yay! I’ll pick you up at around 4 on saturday ~

Jeonghan watches as your eyes slowly trail up towards his face, and he wonders whether you’re gonna choke him or scream at him. Or both.

Jeonghan thinks it’s both.

It comes to his surprise when you instead wrap your arms around his frame, squeezing him tightly. Jeonghan slowly reciprocates the hug, cradling your head in his hand like he always does.

“Thank you, Hannie.” You mumble, and Jeonghan bites the inside of his cheek at the softness to your voice. He lets out a smile, nodding his head, “Of course, yn. Anything for you.”

“Did you know that you smell good?” Jeonghan raises an eyebrow at the random question, and the rumble of his chest from laughter makes you giggle in response, squeezing him tighter.

“Really? What do I smell like?”

You purse your lips in thought, before letting out a deep sigh. You close your eyes as you quietly say, “You smell delicate, it reminds me of Spring.”

Jeonghan’s heart thumps against his chest as he pats your head, “How can I smell like a season?”

“I don’t know. You just do.”

You pull away from the hug to flash Jeonghan a bright smile, and you watch as his features brighten at the sight. You rub the back of your neck, about to sit back down to finish the drama, only to pause when you realize something.

“Jeonghan!”

“Yn!”

“I have to choose an outfit for Saturday! Oh my GOD!” You sprint out of the living room and to your bedroom, while Jeonghan remains in the living room. He listens to the sound of your screeches, and the chaotic noises of clothes being pulled out of your closet.

“Hannie, come help! I’m not that stylish!”

Jeonghan bites his bottom lip, turning to look at the long forgotten drama. He lets out a sigh, bending down and picking up the remote, turning off the TV. The screen turns black, leaving him to stare at his reflection in the monitor.

It’s as if Jeonghan is having a staring contest with himself as he stares at the TV monitor, thinking of the answer to a question that he’s not willing to ever admit. He only looks away when he hears the call of his name, pursing his lips at the thoughts he was thinking.

Jeonghan pushes everything in his brain away, letting out a small smile when you walk out of your room with your head stuck in a hanger. You scratch the top of your head, confused as to how you even managed to fit your head through the small space.

“Please help.” You say, and Jeonghan chuckles, nodding his head and walking over towards your room.

“Should I ask how you even managed to get your head through the hanger?”

“No.”

“Good, because I didn’t plan out how I’d react if you told me about it.”

Jeonghan runs a hand through his hair as he looks out the window of his apartment, seeing the grand view of the city of Seoul at night. He tilts his head at the sight of a few fireworks shooting up into the sky, even though there’s about ten minutes left until it’s the new year.

“Hannie! My parents want to see your red hair.” He turns his head at the call of his name, finding you sitting at his kitchen table on FaceTime with your family. He grins and walks over to you, resting his hand on the back of your chair as he puts himself in the frame.

“Hi auntie and uncle! Happy New Year!” Jeonghan greets with a smile, and the two of you let out a laugh at your mom’s reaction to his bright hair color. He runs a hand through his hair, sending your mom a thumbs up in the camera. “Do you like my hair?

“I’m honestly just surprised that you pull it off so well.” Your mom responds, and you chuckle. Your dad nods in agreement, giving Jeonghan a thumbs up with a proud smile on his face. Grinning, you reach out and ruffle Jeonghan’s hair.

“Of course Hannie can pull it off! He’s one of the prettiest guys ever, I wouldn’t be surprised if he were able to rock green hair.” Your mom and dad laugh, while Jeonghan just stares at you for a moment, feeling slightly empty when you pull your hand away. Your mom lets out a mischievous smile, and you raise an eyebrow at it. “What are you planning, mom?”

“Since you think Jeonghan is so pretty, why aren’t you dating him yet?” Warmth immediately floods your face, and you let out a whine, causing your mom and dad to holler over in laughter. You turn to Jeonghan to apologize, and he just gives you a small smile, nodding his head in understanding. When you glance back at your phone to scold your parents, Jeonghan’s smile turns bitter, and he looks away from your screen to hide it.

You and Jun have been dating for a month now.

“I’ll talk to you guys later! Jeonghan and I have to take our annual New Year’s photo.” You say, waving at your parents with a bright smile on your face.

“Bye Jeonghan!” Jeonghan glances back over at your phone, finding your parents waving at him with happy expressions on their faces. He forces out a smile, waving back at them with the same energy they’re giving him. “Yn and I will try to visit soon!”

“Yeah you better!” You let out a laugh at your dad’s comment, waving at them one last time before ending the call. You lean back into the chair, closing your eyes to try and muster up some energy.

“Your parents’ love suck all the life out of you?” Jeonghan asks with an amused expression on his face, and you wave him away with your hand, eyes still closed as you do so. He chuckles, reaching out and pinching your cheek before walking back over to the couch.

“Are we gonna take a picture or what?” You open your eyes to see Jeonghan already preparing the polaroid camera, and you stand up and walk over to him. You rest your chin on his shoulder, making Jeonghan stiffen slightly, and he hopes you didn’t notice. However, you’re observant.

“Why’d you freeze? Oh! Is your shoulder bothering you again?” You ask in concern, immediately stepping back and assessing Jeonghan’s shoulder. He watches as you begin to ramble about how he should go to the doctor about his shoulder pain as you poke and prod at him. Biting the inside of his cheek, he moves his shoulder out of your reach, “It’s fine, I just slept wrong last night.” He lies through his teeth, and you stare into Jeonghan’s eyes as your hands slowly fall to your sides.

His deep brown eyes bore into yours, seeing a reflection of his own as he does so. After a moment of searching, you look away with a sigh.

Jeonghan’s eyes are your favorite feature of his, as his true emotions always show through them. They’re his most honest feature, you’d say.

so why can’t I tell if he’s lying right now?

You shake your head, before looking back at Jeonghan with a smile. You nod your head, reaching out and softly patting his shoulder as a means to not accidentally hurt him. “Let’s take the photo, I need a post for Instagram.”

Jeonghan scoffs, holding up the polaroid camera, “You only want to take photos with me so that you get more likes on Instagram.”

You smile, peace sign up towards your eye as you nod your head, “Of course. If I have a pretty boy beside me in my photos, then everyone will like them!”

Jeonghan smiles, winking into the polaroid camera as the flash goes off. The film photo immediately pops out, and you take the small photo and wave it around. Jeonghan purses his lips, before holding up the camera again.

“Let’s take one more.” He says, and you raise an eyebrow, surprised that he wants to take another photo with you. You place the polaroid down onto the coffee table before posing without question, as you’re afraid he will immediately take back the request.

“1, 2, 3-” Your hand makes your way to Jeonghan’s face, squishing his cheeks when the flash goes off. Jeonghan turns to face you, finding you giggling happily as you take the developing polaroid, flapping it around a bit before placing it onto the coffee table.

“I wanted to look handsome in that one.” Jeonghan whines, and you roll your eyes.

“You’re always handsome, be quiet.” You respond, and Jeonghan opens his mouth to argue, only to stop when you glance at the time.

“15 SECONDS!” You screech, grabbing the noise maker and confetti, handing one to Jeonghan in the process. You jump up and down as the two of you begin to count down.

“10!”

“9!”

“8!”

“7!” Jeonghan glances at you, feeling as if time is starting to slow down as you excitedly dance while counting down.

“6!”

“5!”

“4!” You laugh happily, doing a small dance as you prepare the confetti in your hand.

“3!”

“2!” Jeonghan feels his heart sink in his chest when you turn to face him with a bright smile, seeing all the stars in your eyes as you stare at him.

“1!”

“Happy New Year, Hannie!” You squeal, throwing the confetti up as high as you can into the air. Jeonghan swallows, noticing how dry his throat has become as he takes in the sight before him. Time comes to a slow as the fireworks explode in the air behind you through the window, while the confetti sparkles fall around the two of you. All the background noise drowns out, all of his senses honing in on you and you only. You look nothing short of ethereal in this moment.

The realization of what he’s been denying for the last three months comes to the surface as he stares at you, and he wishes for nothing more than for it to not be true. That it’s just a fluke.

However, when you turn back towards him and wrap your arms around his frame, greeting him Happy New Year once more, Jeonghan knows it’s the truth.

“Happy New Year, Yoon Jeonghan.” You say softly with a grin, and Jeonghan slowly wraps his arms around you, biting the inside of his cheek as he closes his eyes.

“Happy New Year, yn yln.” Jeonghan mutters, and you pull away to pull out your phone from your pocket. You wave it around Jeonghan’s face with a mischievous smile, “I’m gonna go greet Jun a happy new year, I’ll be back in a sec.”

Jeonghan squeezes his fist at his side, nodding his head as he gives you a smile. “Tell the handsome man I said Happy New Year.”

You give the redhead a thumbs up, before dialing Jun’s number and heading towards the bathroom. Once the door closes behind you, Jeonghan reaches up and clutches his chest, biting his bottom lip harshly as he looks down at the floor. He notices the now developed polaroids, and lifts up the one where you're squishing his face.

You’re staring at Jeonghan with stars in your eyes as you smile widely, hand squishing his cheeks. Jeonghan purses his lips, before pulling out his wallet from the back of his jeans, placing the polaroid into the slot before his driver’s license.

The photo reflects back at him underneath the light from the fireworks behind him, and Jeonghan lets out a breath. Running a hand through his hair, he closes his wallet and places it back into his pocket. Just in time too, as he looks up when he hears your bathroom door open, noticing the happy smile on your face.

“Ready to make midnight snacks to celebrate the new year?” You ask with a wink, and Jeonghan throws on his best fake smile, nodding his head.

“Of course I do, don’t ask me no stupid fucking questions.” Jeonghan teases, and you let out a laugh at the sentence, sending the redhead’s heart into a frenzy.

“Let’s go make food then.” You say, turning and heading towards the kitchen. Jeonghan slowly walks after you, a sad smile on his face as he watches you dance as you walk.

Just one more day. Jeonghan thinks to himself, before speeding up his pace and wrapping his arm around you. You turn to look at your best friend, and he smiles at you.

“Let’s make rice krispy treats.” Jeonghan suggests, only to let out a laugh at how your face brightens just at the mention of the delicious dessert, and you nod your head excitedly. You lead him to his own pantry, and begin explaining who’s gonna do what as you take out all the ingredients. All while Jeonghan watches fondly, knowing that he needs to ingrain this moment in his brain.

Just one more day with yn.

Jeonghan shuffles in front of your door, dreading what’s going to happen as soon as he knocks on the surface. He lets out a sigh, resting his head on the wall for a moment, questioning everything.

What if I just pretended?

I could just walk in and we could hangout like we usually do, like nothing has changed at all.

No.

Jeonghan lifts up his head, raising his fist and knocking on your door without a second thought. He bites the inside of his cheek when he hears you say, “Coming!”

Your front door opens after a moment, and his eyes trail over your outfit. An oversized vest over a white dress shirt paired with straight leg pants and sneakers to match. Jeonghan’s eyes slowly go back towards your face, just to find you staring at him with surprise painted over your features.

“Hannie! I wasn’t expecting you, what’s up?” You ask, and Jeonghan stays quiet for a moment. He gestures to you, and you raise an eyebrow.

“Are you going somewhere?” Jeonghan asks, and you nod your head. Letting out a smile, you show off your outfit and do a timid spin for emphasis on the oversized vest. “I have a date with Jun today, you like the fit?”

Jeonghan doesn’t respond, instead squeezing his fist in his pocket. He looks down the hallway, making you look in the same direction as well. You find Jun walking towards your apartment, and you let out a smile.

“Speak of the Devil. Did you need something from my apartment? You can just lock up when you’re done.” You tell Jeonghan as you turn back towards him, and you find the rest of the words die in your throat at the sadness in his eyes. You reach out to grasp his arm, and he takes a step back.

“Hannie, what’s wrong-”

“Jun is lucky to have you.” Jeonghan cuts you off, and you stare at him as he struggles to utter the next word. He turns back to look at Jun, seeing that he’s almost to your door, having not noticed Jeonghan yet.

“Jeonghan?” You ask, and you watch as the pretty man turns back to look at you.

“Pacman.” Jeonghan breathes out, and you feel your heart stop, unsure of why.

He turns around and walks away without another word, and your eyebrows furrow in confusion. You step out to ask him what he means, only for Jeonghan to stop and turn around himself. He gives you a bittersweet smile, waving his hand at you.

“You look beautiful, yn. Have fun on your date.” And with that, Jeonghan turns around and walks away, sucking in a deep breath to try and hold back the tears that threaten to escape. Leaving you alone by your doorway, confused.

“Was that Jeonghan?” You turn your head at the sound of Jun’s voice, and he gives you a soft smile. You nod your head slowly, turning to look back in the direction that he left in. “Yeah, he seems sad though.”

“Wanna go and check on him?” Jun asks, and you bite the inside of your cheek, remembering the tickets Jun bought in advance for the two of you to go to this garden. Regretfully, you shake your head and give Jun a warm smile. “It’s okay, I’ll check on him after our date.”

You quickly grab your phone and bag, locking the door to your apartment and turning to Jun with a grin. He extends his hand towards you, and you intertwine your fingers with his. The two of you walk towards the elevators, but you’re left in confusion as to what Jeonghan meant, and why he was so sad.

Hours turned into days, days turned into weeks, and months eventually turned into a year.

You and Jeonghan haven’t spoken since the day he stopped by your apartment and said that cursed word.

You tried to reach out once you realized what he meant, even stopping by his apartment multiple times to just get him to say something, anything. You were quite literally talking to a door, as there was never a response. There were times that you fell asleep in front of his apartment on the floor, and would wake up in Jun’s arms as he carried you back to your own place.

Many tears were shed, hearts were broken on both sides as you lost not only Jeonghan, but Jun as the two of you broke up four months after Jeonghan left.

“I’ll always love you, but I know that your heart belongs to someone else.” Jun tells you softly, and you bite the inside of your cheek. He gives you a small smile, grasping your face, making you look down at the floor as he presses one last kiss to your forehead.

Jun pulls away, and pats the top of your head. “Don’t be a stranger, yn. I love you.”

You wanted nothing more than for Jeonghan to be there with you at that moment, to help you take the baby steps in healing, but you couldn’t get through to him no matter how much you tried.

It was what you two promised to do, anyways.

He even managed to avoid you on campus successfully, you couldn’t be surprised though. The university is huge, you wouldn’t have been able to find him if you tried, which you did. He stopped frequenting all the places the two of you used to go to, it was as if he disappeared.

And the hole in your heart grew and grew the longer Jeonghan was gone.

Now here you are, a year later, sitting on a park bench as you let the music flow through your airpods. The weather is nice, a contrast to the rain that’s been pelting the city of Seoul for the last few days. The sky is blue, and there’s a slight wind to cool you down from the warmth of the sun. You tilt your head back, letting out a sigh as you remember the pile of assignments sitting on your desk back at home.

And so, placing your hands into the pockets of your hoodie, you get up off the bench and begin to walk down the path in the direction of your apartment. Your eyes stay on the ground the whole time, just trying to focus on the soothing piano as you ignore the other people walking by you.

You only look up when you get to the crosswalk, seeing a crowd of people across the street from you. Your eyes trail along the numerous faces you see, and you’re about to look back down when you lock eyes with a familiar pair.

“Jeonghan.” You breathe out as he stares at you with the same amount of shock written across his face. His red hair is now dyed black, emphasizing his sharp features. His eyes still hold all the warmth that you remember as he stares directly back at you, making the pain in your chest more evident at how much you miss him. You bite the inside of your cheek harshly at how much prettier he’s become, wondering how he’s capable of doing so as time passes.

The crosswalk signal turns green, but you remain where you are for a moment, as does Jeonghan. The reminder of the promise the two of you made flooding through your mind.

“Pacman.” You peek at Jeonghan, wondering why he mentioned your guys’ favorite game. He gives you a tired smile, “It’ll be our code word. Instead of leaving without a trace for a couple months, or confessing our feelings and then leaving, we can just say Pacman. It’s not directly saying I love you, and who knows if either of us will remember the word. It’s the perfect thing to say before disappearing for a bit.”

Jeonghan begins to cross the street first, and you look down at the road as you step off the sidewalk, melting in with the crowd as you walk in Jeonghan’s direction. Your heart is breaking within your chest as you do so, knowing that you have to keep the promise you made with Jeonghan.

The two of you pinky swore, after all.

Tightly, you squeeze your fists at your side as the piano instrumental reaches its climax in your ears. Numerous questions flood your brain as you reach the middle of the street.

Is this it?

Are we never going to be best friends again?

Has he already passed me?

Does…

Does he still love me?

All thoughts rush out your brain when a hand grabs your wrist unexpectedly, the sudden jerk of your arm making your earbud fall out of your ear and onto the road, the soft key sounds of the piano disappearing with the wind. You open your mouth to protest, but the words die in your throat when you’re pulled into a tight embrace. It’s only when the familiar scent of Spring fills your senses, that you immediately wrap your arms around Jeonghan’s frame, tears filling your eyes from the overwhelming feeling of relief.

“Hi, yn.” Jeonghan mutters into your ear, tears falling from his own eyes as he holds you tightly, never wanting to let you go. You let out a sob at the sound of his voice, closing your eyes as you clutch onto him just as tight, scared that he’ll disappear without a trace again if you let go.

And so, through your tears, you whisper, “Hi, Jeonghan.”

“Yn! It’s only a few more minutes until midnight!”

“Coming!” You shout back, checking over your reflection once more. You step out of the restroom once you’re sure that you look decent, and walk over to your living room. You let out a smile once you lay eyes on Jeonghan laying upside down on your couch, scrolling through his phone.

“What are you doing, Hannie?” You ask, and the black haired beauty peeks at you past his phone, flashing you a smile.

“It’s more comfortable this way, wanna try?” You roll your eyes, flicking his forehead as you grab the polaroid camera. He lets out a whine, fixing his position so that he’s now sitting properly and not upside down.

“Why’d you flick me?”

“Cause you’re cheeky.” You answer, preparing the polaroid film to take the annual New Year’s Eve photo. Jeonghan grins, quickly fixing his hair to make sure it looks presentable. “Do I look okay?”

You quickly turn towards him, taking in his features. His soft eyes gaze into yours as you stare at his pretty nose and high cheekbones. You reach out and pinch his cheek with a smile, “You look pretty, Hannie. You always do. Now let’s take this photo.”

Jeonghan smiles happily at your compliment, before taking the polaroid camera from you and holding it out as you have trouble doing so. You let out a bright smile at the camera, Jeonghan doing the same as he takes the photo. The flash goes off, and you’re quick to take the film out and wave it around.

“Another one.” You command as you take the polaroid camera out of Jeonghan’s hands, and he chuckles, nodding his head. You hold the camera out and send a wink towards the camera, Jeonghan doing the same pose.

“Okay. 1, 2, 3-” Jeonghan quickly changes his pose last minute, reaching out with his hand and squeezing your cheeks with a laugh. The flash goes off, and you let out a whine, turning back towards the pretty man to see him still giggling as he takes the polaroid out and waves it around.

“Are you happy now that you’ve gotten your revenge?” You ask, and he nods his head with a grin. “Very happy, actually.”

You’re about to respond, only to pause when you see that there’s only 30 seconds left until the clock strikes midnight. You practically screech, standing up from the couch to grab the noise makers. Jeonghan watches you with a fond smile on his face, getting up from the couch to snatch the confetti.

“You’re doing confetti this year?” You ask when you scramble back over, noise maker now in your grasp. Jeonghan chuckles, “Why do we always get confetti when it’s a pain to clean up afterwards?”

You purse your lips, refusing to answer the question as you begin to count down the seconds instead. Jeonghan rolls his eyes at your antics, starting to count down along with you.

“10!”

“9!”

“8!”

“7!” Jeonghan nudges you a bit, and you stumble over, making the latter laugh loudly as you squint at him.

“6!”

“5!”

“4!” You and Jeonghan turn towards each other, bright smiles on your faces as you continue to count down.

“3!”

“2!”

“1!”

“Happy New Year!” You both cheer, and Jeonghan throws the confetti up high into the air. You laugh excitedly as it falls around the two of you, feeling your heart warm when he turns to you and grasps your face with his hands.

Your eyes softly fall shut as Jeonghan leans in and captures your lips in a kiss to celebrate the new year. Your hands trail up and rest on his sides, gripping his shirt as a smile breaks out onto both of your faces. He pulls away and rests his forehead on yours, staring into your eyes.

“I love you, yn.” He whispers, and you feel your heart swell from joy.

“I love you too, Jeonghan.” Warmth fills Jeonghan from those three simple words that hold so much depth as the two of you begin to sway side to side to the soft music filling the background.

The polaroid that Jeonghan kept in his wallet for the last two years sits up on the frame behind the both of you as you slow dance, the bright colors of the fireworks exploding outside casting an iridescent glow over the two of you.

As you scoot closer and rest your head onto Jeonghan’s chest, and his hand softly cradles the back of your head, you realize that sometimes,

Promises are meant to be broken.

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‘Going Down 101’

Robbie Reyes/Ghost Rider x Reader (18+)

Word Count: 4,400

Rating: 18+ (oral sex, penetrative sex, multiple orgasms, fingering, dirty talk, inappropriate use of hellfire, riding, car sex)

Summary: After Robbie goes down on you one morning the Rider decides he wants to give it a try himself. He’s never done it before and has to enlist the help of his host. Once again, you’re unharmed by Hellfire due to being a good person who hasn’t intentionally spilled innocent blood! Reader is presented as AFAB and is referred to using she/her pronouns

A/N: It’s horny hours for the entirety of this fic! Thank you and goodnight 🤣 Any italic text is the Rider (Zarathos) and Robbie internally speaking with one another. Enjoy!

You awoke to the flutter of soft lips against your neck. To kisses as delicate as a butterfly’s wings. If you weren’t already half-awake you might not have even felt them there. The hair on his upper lip was soft too, just barely ghosting over the delicate flesh beneath your jaw.

With a sleepy groan, you reach around to tangle your fingers in his hair, nails scratching over his scalp lightly as you did. A deep chuckle rumbled through his throat and you felt his teeth grazing your neck as he smiled.

“Good morning,” he murmured against your skin.

“Morning,” you reply, turning your head to capture his lips with your own, just as your alarm violently sounded off.

With a huff, you wriggled out of his grasp and sat up at the edge of the bed, slamming the off button on your alarm.

“Ugh, I can’t even think about going to work right now,” you felt the pad of his finger tracing over your neck and along your shoulder in one smooth motion.

Such a delicate touch for such a dangerous man.

“Then don’t,” his lips joined his hand on your shoulder now too as he twirled the strap of your vest around his finger, “Stay.”

“Robbie,” you scolded him, a smile on your face at his antics, “I can’t lose this job. You know that.” And yet still you turned your head to the side to kiss him, even cupped his cheek as you did.

“I know. But maybe you woke up with a fever?” He moved his lips away from yours now and instead let them trail along your neck again, “I’ll call your boss. You can cough in the background.” He nibbled a mark he’d left a few nights previously and your breath hitched, “Please...I want you. I wanna taste you, cariña.”

That was as good an argument for you to stay as any.

“Then you’d better get calling, hot stuff,” You passed him your phone and leant back against him, let him envelop you in his arms. His chin rested on your shoulder as he dialled your workplace’s number.

“Hello? Yeah hi, I’m calling on behalf of my girlfriend. She’s not gonna make it into work for y'all today…,” His hand wound around your front and dove right between your legs, beneath the waistband of your underwear, “…yeah! That’s her. I’m her boyfriend Robbie…” He palmed your entire heat, cupping it gently in his hand before letting two fingers move and circle your wetness, “…oh she has, has she?…” He pressed the pad of his thumb directly over your clit and began the smoothest, most delicious circles as you covered your mouth to stop the moans, “…Yeah, she’s really not doing so great this morning. She can barely speak, will probably lose her voice by lunch…” it took every ounce of willpower you had not to elbow him right in the ribs just then but part of you hoped that he really was planning on making you scream so much you’d lose your voice “…Yeah don’t worry, I’ll make sure she gets plenty of rest. You have a good day now. Bye.”

The second he hung up you pounced on him, “You asshole!” You laughed, “That could’ve ended so badly!”

He simply pulled his hand from between your legs and brought one of his fingers to his mouth to taste you, locking his eyes with yours as he did. Delicious, the rider grumbled in his head.

Oh, you were in for it now.

The moans he elicited from you when eating you out were like none other. The way your voice shook and your thighs quivered as you tugged desperately on his hair. Your thighs were quivering right now, trembling on either side of his head. He had to keep one hand firmly pressed on the base of your stomach to keep you in place, each time he switched pace or direction of his tongue your hips jerked. His other hand held your own, locked in a death grip as you tried desperately to find some outlet for your pleasure.

He alternated between scrunching his eyes shut in pure concentration and watching your face. You could barely look at him. The sight was almost too much for you to bear with his mouth on your pussy and his arm muscles bulging as he kept you in place. He on the other hand delighted in every twitch of your lips, every gasp and cry that left your mouth. There were few things in this world that made him harder than seeing your face when you were in the throes of pleasure, especially pleasure begotten from his mouth.

This doesn't seem fair. I don’t have a tongue. The Rider was observing rather eagerly from the back of Robbie’s mind, irritated that he couldn't afford you the same pleasure. But paying very close attention to his methods.

They were in something of a competition since the first time the demon was allowed to join in on your couplings. There weren't really any rules other than any you came up with on the spot to stop their internal bickering. You could see it on Robbie's face when he stared off into space and frowned at seemingly random times or would mutter “Pendejo” under his breath when he was giving him a hard time about something.

The only rule to this contest was that they got one point for each orgasm they gave you individually. You had no idea who was winning. Robbie was of course at an advantage given his knowledge of the human body, specifically yours and exactly what you liked and when you liked it. The Rider also said it was an advantage that he had flesh, more specifically a pair of lips and a tongue. Given what he was able to do with them, he asked that the use of such appendages be disqualified.

A request you very quickly denied.

Each little moan that fell from your mouth was like a life force to Robbie. It only made him hungrier, more eager to please you. His favourites were the tiny little pants, little gasps of pleading in the form of his name. He could never tire of hearing it falling from your mouth. He never thought his name could be said in so many different ways, with so many variants in vocal inflexion or speed at which you said it.

He lived hearing you whine his name as he made you feel good. How you’d pant out the first syllable only for the rest of it to turn into a moan? Those moans were his favourites.

Or when he’d stop, take a minute to let you catch your breath and kiss over your thighs instead. Maybe suck and nibble a bruise into the supple flesh here or there. And you’d cry out at the loss, his name on your lips like a prayer, “Robbie… please,” And he’d only chuckle, tell you he had you and kiss your lips before mouthing his way through the valley of your breasts, over your soft stomach and right back down to where you needed him again.

Those desperate, aching cries. Those were his favourite, he decided.

His own moans were like music to your ears. His voice was already deep, already scratching your brain in the most pleasant ways. But when he was eating you out it was like heaven. The way he moaned at your taste or how responsive you were to him. How those moans more often than not would catch deftly in the back of his throat and the vibrations would waft their way over your pussy. It seemed like some sacred ordeal you were blessed to witness. Either that or an entirely unholy one.

Whenever you did sneak a glance between your legs, his eyes were almost always glowing that beautiful, molten orange. You loved the brown, the chestnut hues, but there was something about seeing the very literal fire behind his eyes as he ate you out that made you weak at the knees. It reminded you of just how heinous the whole thing was, especially with the Rider watching.

How did you get so good at that?

Practice and patience. You gotta learn what she likes.

Robbie took eating you out very, very seriously. He was damn good at it too. Partially because he was a very attentive lover in general, learned exactly what you liked. Also partially because he was patient and knew that something like this wasn’t to be rushed. But especially because he loved doing it. He could never get enough of your taste, the release that only he got to savour on his tongue. And your cries, your moans, your pleading with him to just let you come. The way you’d grip his hair and writhe as you came because of his mouth? It was heaven, or as close as he’d ever get to it.

But he liked to drag it out. If you’d had a hard day and needed the relief then he’d let you sit on his face and use it to make yourself come again and again. Until you were satisfied. But on the days when there wasn’t any particular urgency, he liked to tease it out of you. Run his tongue through your folds and suckle on your clit until you were almost there and then he’d stop and wait until you told him what he wanted to hear.

“Robbie, please!” Two words he’d never tire of hearing.

He held your hips down too so you couldn’t even rut against his mouth. And he’d pull off of you and smile. A wicked smile that had you thinking maybe he really did have the devil in him.

“Something you need, babyl?” He’d ask, as innocently as he could with his head between your legs. He grinned and kissed over the inside of your knee, deliberately staying away from where you wanted him the most.

“I need your mouth on me,” he’d arch an eyebrow in question, waiting for you to elaborate as he pulled the flesh of your thigh gently between his teeth, “On my pussy. I need your mouth on my pussy, baby please!”

And he’d laugh. Not his usual laugh, but the one reserved only for moments like these. The moments when he had you right where he wanted you, “Pero solo porque me lo pides amablemente.” (Only because you asked so nicely)

He’d always return with renewed vigour. Gently rolling his tongue over your clit with quick, precise flicks. And he’d lap up any juices your pussy gave him in return like a man starved. He liked to write his name on your pussy, letters forming as he glided his tongue through your folds in between kisses to your clit. It was around about then that oversensitivity began to overtake you. And all you could do was beg.

He made you come so hard that morning he had to tantalisingly ease your body out of tenseness once it was over. “You did so well, cariña,” He praised as he gently massaged the outside of your thighs, your limbs untensing as the shockwaves from your orgasm died down.

All you could really do for a few minutes was lie there, quivering. Your body shaking in his arms. And he held you. He held you until the shaking stopped and you released a satisfied sigh. He never ceased to amaze you.

“Good?” He asked.

“Wonderful,” you replied, “Thank you.” You turned your side to face him, trailing your fingers over his chest.

I too would like a taste. You have to teach me how to do that.

You don't have a tongue.

I don't care. Ask her if she would let me.

“He’s asking if he can eat you out,” In the Charger, he sighed, “in the Charger.”

“Why in the Charger?”

Because it'd be hot. “Because he doesn't run the risk of burning anything since he’s also technically possessing the car.”

“Sure, why not.”

So that’s how you ended up on the back seat of the Charger, still very much in your nightclothes. Heat rose from beneath you, the leather seats searing with the Rider’s want. It tickled the undersides of your legs, almost like he was toying with you.

Meanwhile Robbie was making sure that both the garage door and the door joining it to the house were locked and that the area surrounding the car was clear.

I’ll guide you through it. Don't worry. He could sense the demon’s nervousness and anticipation. He seemed even more eager now than he was to be inside you that first time.

I don't need your help… actually maybe I do.

“You're sure you’re okay with this?” You asked as he slid into the back seat beside you.

“If I’m okay with this?” He was absolutely baffled by the question, why on Earth wouldn’t he be okay with it, “It’s your…you know.”

“Pussy?” You asked, “So you’ll eat it, love it and fuck it but you won’t say the word out loud?” You smiled at the red dusting his cheeks. He was adorable sometimes.

“It feels rude.” He joked, leaning over you as you tugged him closer and locked your lips with his. He tasted of you.

Soon he had you on your back and the Rider was clawing to get out and he simply let him this time. It was a strange sight to see the Rider when he was wearing anything other than that leather jacket and jeans. Now it was just grey sweatpants and a light blue T-shirt, topped off by a flaming skull.

He nodded once, bowing his head to you in what you presumed was thanks for your willingness to participate.

Okay, so start by touching her. Slowly. Gently, Robbie’s voice was loud in the back of his head, like he was standing right behind him, Remember this is about soft touches. Everything down there is heightened.

Where?

Where do you think?? If he had eyes to roll right now he’d have sent them bound for the heavens.

Soon the Rider was taking off your pyjama bottoms. Rolling the elastic band off your hips and down your legs. The heat beneath you rising as he got a good look at you. It was hard to tell what he was thinking since he didn’t have any expressions but the heat beneath you was telling enough.

Shit, he heard Robbie curse in the back of his mind at the sight of you. You were still absolutely soaked from earlier or maybe it was from the prospect of what was coming next? Whatever it was, you looked good enough to eat and he found himself getting slightly jealous that he had to sit this one out. She always looks so good with her legs spread wide like that.

He started by running his hands over your thighs, slowly working his way inwards and up to where you wanted him, taking Robbie’s advice about soft touches.

His bright eyes focused only on you as the flames billowed out behind him. The crackle emitting from the flames was just like any regular fire you might find in an average fireplace. A surprisingly grounded detail given that it was hellfire.

“Can I feel what the flames are like?” You asked, extending your hand towards him and he nodded, bowing his head so you could reach. The flames danced and mingled around your hand. Again, there was no burn. Just the most pleasant tingle of warmth. It was like constant warm streams of air billowing together and you couldn’t wait to see how they felt between your legs.

Satisfied, you gave him the go-ahead and looked on as he formed something resembling a tongue out of the flames. It was long and the flames curled and twisted around one another so they were wound tight.

Where should I start?

Part her lips, he did, dragging his fingers through the centre before spreading the soft flesh so he could get a proper look at you, See that little nub? He went right for it, curling his tongue around your clit and you cried out, back fully arching off the seat.

You didn’t know what you were expecting to feel but it wasn’t that. The flames pulsed, almost writhing against your clit.

Good. Now drag your tongue through her folds. The demon wasn’t used to following orders, especially not Robbie’s but on this one occasion he was more than happy to. And his instructions worked if your moans were any indication.

She’s wet.

Yeah? That means you’re doing good. Go ahead and spread that wetness with your tongue. Right up to her clit. His chest started to heave a little. Robbie had no idea how much of a turn on this would be for him, his cock already hardening in his sweatpants.

You cried out when he reached your clit again, so loud that the Rider was worried. Is she in pain? Should I stop?

Nah, man. That’s not pain. You’re making her feel good, keep going. And in truth, he was making you feel good. His movements weren’t in any way precise or calculated like Robbie’s were but the heat from his ‘tongue’ and the way it pulsed and writhed against your core felt wonderful.

He let the Rider use his own instincts for a minute, not wanting to be too overbearing. It was pleasant enough for him just to listen to your cries as you desperately gripped his shoulders. Quite annoyed with the lack of hair for you to grasp.

Take two fingers, get them nice and wet. It was strange to see his own fingers moving through your folds not of his accord, but the Rider did a good job thoroughly coating them in your juices, Now gently push them inside her. If it feels too tight then just use one.

Feels good. So wet. The demon’s voice was strained even in his head. He was getting off on this almost as much as Robbie was.

Use your fingers like it’s you that’s inside her. Work her open. The Rider knew exactly what to do and set about rubbing your walls with the same blunt vigour his cock had that first night, all whilst his fiery tongue massaged your folds.

At this point Robbie’s cock was almost painfully hard. Standing firmly to attention against his stomach. He might even come untouched if he wasn’t careful.

That’s it. Just like that, he praised.

The Rider noticed the wobble in his host’s voice, it was the same one yours had right now. He’d completely underestimated how much this would get him off.

She’s close. Help her finish. When you clenched and threw your head back, he came off your pussy as Robbie asked to come back out and help you. Just so he could let you ride it out on his fingers. You watched on as his head began to re-form over the skull as he brought his thumb over your clit. His touch was so different to the Rider’s, but felt just as good.

That’s plus one to me, Reyes. Thanks for the help.

You leant back against the car’s door once you were able to and watched as Robbie brought his slick covered fingers to his mouth again, making a show of sucking them clean of your release. His eyes fluttered closed as he moaned at the taste. As if he hadn’t spent the better part of half an hour with his face buried in your pussy earlier.

“You’re making me really wanna suck your dick right now.” You told him, having caught your breath.

Ooh that sounds like fun.

He smiled at that and kissed your forehead, “As much as I’d appreciate it, I’d much prefer you ride me instead if you’re up for it,” he would’ve only lasted seconds with your mouth around him.

“Alright then, go hop in the driver’s side and put the seat back.”

“Yes ma’am.” He loved that look in your eyes. The look you got when you were going to ruin him. He did as he was told and you followed suit, sliding in the passenger door with aching and unsteady legs. You found the leather seats were heating up again. The rider must’ve been interested.

Turning to face him, you got the first good look at just how hard he was that you’d had all day. You tugged his sweatpants down a little to get a good look at him and the sight made your mouth water. He was beyond hard, all purple-headed and leaking tipped.

Leaning down you wrapped your hand around him and gave a few slow strokes, just how he liked it. He twitched just from that so you gave the tip one chaste kiss before climbing into his lap. There wasn’t much room in the charger but there was just enough for what you wanted to do.

The Rider made something resembling a groan in the back of his mind, no doubt annoyed that he had to take a back seat for this.

“Let’s get this off, huh?” You nodded towards his shirt and he helped you take it off, throwing it somewhere in the back seat.

You leant in to kiss him, arms winding around his neck. He was always such a wonderful kisser, especially at times like these.

You pulled back and trailed your fingers over his chest then, over his shoulders and his upper arms. Just letting your fingers admire him for him.

“You’re so beautiful,” you told him and he looked on with the softest, most appreciative look on his face. Leaning down, you trailed kisses over his jaw, down his neck and his chest, just to hammer home your point, his hands gripping your thighs all the while.

You sat back and opened the driver’s side door so the windows wouldn’t fog before properly situating yourself in his lap. Your body wouldn’t thank you for this later, already fucked out of your mind, but you wanted to do this for Robbie. Even just to hear him moan.

“You ready?” You asked and he responded by kissing you. The kiss was sloppy, needy and you felt his hands going for the hem of your T-shirt before pulling it up your back and over your head.

“Ride me,” he affirmed, now satisfied with the access he’d have to your breasts. His gaze was penetrating. Just a hint of orange simmering beneath the surface.

You were sat a good bit above him, just barely low enough to not hit your head off the car’s roof. You got comfy in his lap, the fabric of his sweat pants soft against your thighs. And your pussy was absolutely drenched, taking him in perfectly as you sank down into his lap.

He groaned, eyes closed for a second as you sheathed him inside of you. You were so over-sensitive now that you probably would’ve come again right then and there if you weren’t careful.

“Does that feel good, baby?” You asked just to be sure and he nodded, jaw clenching as you leaned up off him before sliding right back down. You braced your palms firmly on his chest, only moving them to trace over his neck or run over his hair.

“So good. You feel so good.”

You smiled in response and started to move faster. Just a little. Easing yourself up off his lap before slowly, carefully sitting back down so he was fully sheathed inside you again.

He whimpered.

“Cariña, I don't know how long I’m gonna last like this.” You were so wet and he was so hard. His cock was sliding in and out of your warmth so wonderfully.

“You last as little or as long as you like, baby. I got you.” His forehead rested firmly against your collar bone now. Usually, he’d be preoccupied with tasting your breasts, sucking your nipples into his mouth, but he was too worked up and sensitive to focus on anything other than the feeling of being inside you right now.

You rocked forward again and he had to bite down on your shoulder to keep from moaning loud enough that the neighbours might hear.

“I wanna hear what I do to you,” You soothed and he almost laughed. You were trying to kill him, it seems.

Another thrust forward from you and he threw his head back, his grip on your thighs slacking a little, “I’m close!”

“That’s it,” you cooed, working your hips more gently now, “Come for me when you’re ready. Wanna feel you come inside me.”

When he did it was glorious.

His shoulders shuddering and his breath caught before he let out a moan that sent that familiar fuzzy feeling right to your very core. You wrapped your arms around his neck and held him as he came, still rocking your hips ever so slightly to prolong it for him just a little bit.

You came again just from his release, so sensitive now that the slightest touch had you in pieces. With a satisfied sigh, you pulled off of him and shuffled down to sit across his lap, letting your head fall against his shoulder and your legs hang out the open door.

“What a day huh?” You laughed softly, and he brought your knuckles to his lips. Peppering the gentlest kisses there, one for each finger.

“Worth missing work for?” He asked, voice a little crackled.

You looked to him, seeing nothing but pure adoration in his eyes, “Absolutely! And I think the Rider has potential. He has a good teacher. All he needs now is a little more practice.” Just not today. Your poor pussy couldn’t handle another round right now, “But on the basis of fairness, I think we outta disqualify your ability to eat me out from your little competition. Just until he’s up to scratch.”

He feigned offence, a gasp falling from his lips. Honestly feeling honoured that you had to disqualify the points he gained from eating you out just because he was so good at it. Robbie truly didn’t care about the competition, it was more to keep Zarathos entertained than anything and it was fun to annoy him by being better at making love to you, “Who’s winning by the way?”

Your eyes widened. You had absolutely no idea what the score was. Robbie was winning for sure, but precisely by how much? A mystery.

“I thought you guys were keeping count??”

The Rider, knowing damn well he was lagging miles behind his host, saw this as an opportunity. Well I guess we’re back to square one in that case, lover boy.

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bakugohoex · 3 years

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“look at the camera, baby”

parings: jean kirschtein x female reader

cw: established relationship, nsfw (MINORS DNI, blowjob, face fucking, use of camera, clit sucking, nipple play, bruises, blindfolds, unprotected sex, creampie, kissing, jaw grabbing, finger sucking, praise kink, clit slapping) and language

word count: 2700+

a/n: late late post for jean’s birthday which ends in half an hour, but yeah happy birthday to my favourite boy and hope you guys enjoy some birthday sex, kisses

summary: in which its jeans birthday and he wants to bring a camera into the bedroom, throughout the night the two of find yourself taking pictures of one another orgasm after orgasm

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Jean’s birthday had never been a special day, of course his mother would always celebrate but when he moved away and started living by himself. His birthday seemed to be the last thing on his mind, well that was until he met you, the way you had been giddy all week from hearing it was your boyfriend’s birthday. He had told you straight up he didn’t want a party and that your group of friends could instead just hang out the night after, which everybody agreed upon.

You knew he didn’t want it to be a big deal, that he would want to spend it with you, cuddling most likely. But as he entered the apartment from work, taking his shoes off as the cold emptiness made him shudder, you had already given him his present and sang happy birthday to him multiple times in the morning. Even the mass texts from his friends and calls from his mother couldn’t compete with the love and joy he had felt as you passed him the cupcakes you had bought for him.

Seeing the cupcakes to the side he found an envelope as he opened it, having dropped his stuff on the table. He had been at a meeting with Levi and Armin and didn’t expect to be home as late as he had, opening the letter up he was met with your handwriting.

‘I have a surprise for you, come to the bedroom baby, y/n x’, the x was large as he chuckled at how far you were going for your surprise. He held the letter as he stepped passed the corridor and went straight to the bedroom, even the corridor was dark as he passed it.

You heard shuffling from outside as Jean slowly entered the room, his eyes adjusting to even more darkness. Until he felt your hands wrap against his eyes, you were on your tiptoes as he gave a chuckle at how extravagant this ordeal was, “happy birthday baby.”

“Thank you princess, but you’ve told me this a gazillion times,” he felt a cloth take the place of your hands as he felt your chuckle behind him.

“Can’t a woman just show their appreciation for her man,” you had shifted in front of him as you took his hands making him sit on the bed, pushing him down as his back laid across the sheets and head against the pillow.

He put his hands out wanting to hold you, but you had other ideas, “It’s your special day, I want to do something you’ve been wanting to do for a while.”

There were a lot of things Jean wanted to do with you but what you had planned was something he never expected from you. You sat on his abdomen, already undoing his shirt buttons as your fingers trailed his chest and nipples, he gave a moan as your mouth moved down his neck and circled his nipple. Tongue swirling past it, he could feel your bare skin against his own as you seemed to be wearing a bra, and as his hands cupped your ass, he could feel your underwear as he gripped onto you.

Your mouth moving along his neck as you licked a strip down to his collar, “bab…baby…” He could barely speak wanting to take the blindfold off to see his pretty girl, but against his better judgement he let you keep at it. He tried to grind against your ass as your back arched on top of him, but the tighter his trousers got the harder it felt to move. “Wha…what’s my surprise?”

“Patience my lov…” before you could continue you felt his hands on your hips move, fingers trailing past your underwear and moving up and down your clit which had left a damp spot in your underwear.

He smirked at hearing you moan at his actions, his finger moving lazily against your clit occasionally pressing against your clit before he heard shuffling as you moaned. “I’m…gonna take your b…blindfold off…just keep your…eyes closed.”

Agreeing, he could see you having put the LED lights on as a red hue settled through the blindfold, feeling it being taken off, you perched yourself closer to chest, before speaking once more, “open your eyes.”

His eyes adjusted to the red light but what he saw turned him even more, you wore his favourite lingerie set but even better, you had a polaroid camera in your hand, bringing it up to your eye as you took a picture of him, his chest heavy and lips licked, hair a mess and shirt unbuttoned. Hearing the polaroid come out, you shook your hand in the air as the image came through, “my pretty boy.”

“This the surprise then…” he smirked as he placed his hands on your thighs, your underwear choking at your hips as he watched you smile at him. He remembered why it had been something he wanted, having sent a Tik Tok of some random guy talking about bringing a camera into the bedroom, he had sent it to you on a whim. But forgotten about it since then, but now all he wanted to do was have pictures of you filled up with him. “I love it baby.”

You watched him take the camera away from your hands, grabbing your hands as he pulled you to his side, hands holding each other as he topped you. He licked his lips as he stared down at your pretty boy, how perfect you looked in all your beauty. His hand wrapped around your neck as your moaned just as the camera flash went off, he straddled your lap as his cock brushed against your underwear. Waving the image up in the air as he inspected how pretty you looked with your tongue sticking out, eyes rolled back and his hand around your neck.

“Does the birthday boy get a treat?” He questioned as placed the camera to the side, taking his shirt off as he felt your hands move to his chest gliding back and forth mesmerised by his body.

You nodded eagerly as he got off your chest, undoing his belt as he stood up standing by the edge of the bed. He watched how you licked your lips, anticipating his next actions, with his trousers falling to the floor and his boxers swiftly after. You kneeled on the bed as your face was directly in front of his hardened cock. His hand moves to cup your face as you give him a smile.

“So pretty,” his thumb brushed your lips as he forced it past your lips. Watching how you sucked at it as his other hand undid your bra making it fall past your arms. He couldn’t wait to have your mouth on him, as soon as his thumb left your mouth, you instantly wet to his cock.

Holding it as you licked the base right up to the tip, you licked his tip, his hands moved to your head as you swirled your tongue against the top. He groaned before watching you slowly take him down your throat, you paced yourselves as you went back and forth each time moving closer and closer to his base. “Fu…fuck baby…”

Your moans that escaped from your full mouth made it harder for him to hold back. Pushing your head further down, wanting to feel your throat clamp down against his tip. As the room filled with his groans and whines of your name, your mouth clasping around his cock became faster and harder at each thrust. How could he not use what was his, you were his birthday present after all, so pretty with drool coming from your mouth and tears falling down your pretty face.

“J…Jean…” your voice was muffled as he moved his cock down your throat thrusting, doing your mouth as he held your hair to help him move freely.

“Yeah…f…fuck baby…” even if he was groaning at each word he looked down at your face, the way you looked an entire mess in a matter of seconds.

He continued to thrust down your throat going a lot slower to allow you to speak but still deep enough to feel the back of your throat, “fa…face…”

He understood what you wanted, as much as you both loved having his cum down your throat, you knew how much he loved having his cum right on your face. Watching as it mixed with your tears and drool. “Want my cu…cum on your face…p…pretty thing?” Your whine of a yes as he went back to his faster pace made you gain a high, you loved Jean’s cock. How the tip was always pinker than the rest of him, how even with how big he was you were able to fit him down your throat or the fact that whenever you cockwarmed him one move and you’d cum in an instant.

“Gon…gonna cum…fuck…” You saw how his pace became sloppy, Jean was a vocal person in bed, whining for more when you were in control or groaning and speaking taunts of his actions as he used you like a toy.

You felt his cock twitch just as he left your mouth, cum falling out right onto your face, the way some went down your mouth, around your lips, on your cheeks mixing with your tears, down your throat. It was a perfect pretty sight, Jean’s cum still falling down onto you as he moved his cock to brush against your lips, tracing his white gush against your pretty plump lips. “You look prettier with my cum on your face,” he groaned grabbing the camera as he held your jaw up, “tell me who you belong to baby?”

“Y…you dad…daddy,” you moaned as the flash went off as he took the picture, waving it in the air as he watched you lick away at the cum on your lips as his other hand remained on your jaw.

He found your eagerness to please a turn on as he watched you kneel for him as if he was some God and you his pet. “Want to be good for da…daddy, want to give me a real present?” you nodded watching as he grabbed your arms pushing you down before topping you once again, but as he held your wrists up in his arm, head against the pillow you couldn’t help but admire how much you loved this man.

The way he gently kissed against your abdomen and played with your nipples or how he tugged your underwear down with his teeth, bringing it down to your ankles with his fingers. “Pretty cunt, my pretty cunt…” his mouth moved to lick your clit, tasting your slick as you put your hand in his hair making him look up.

“Fuck me…I want you to fe…feel good as well…”

He couldn’t help smile as he came up to your face, hands on each side of the bed as he looked down at you, “I always feel-good eating you out baby, you cunt is all mine…” his hand moved down as he gave your cunt a slap, “isn’t it?”

“It…it is…” You could hardly breathe as he kissed you, tongue tasting of you as he could taste his cum that pressed against his own face as well. Both your saliva mixed together, his hand moved to massage your breasts as he couldn’t wait till fill that pretty cunt up.

He easily moved you to straddle his lap, lips still locked as he grinded his cock against your slick filled cunt, “can…can’t wait to fill you up…baby.”

His voice was harsh through the kiss as you tugged at his hair to force him up as your cunt was barely a few inches away from his cock, “wan…want you da…daddy.”

He watched how your mouth moved to his neck, he moaned your name as your slick seemed to help him out. Watching as you went down on his cock, hands gripping your waist as he watched your arch, your neck taking him all in with one go. “F…fuck Jean…” you could barely move but as you began moving your hips to his cock the feeling of being stretched out was overcome with the feeling of pleasure.

“Fu…fuck pl…please…” Jean could barely speak as he sat up against the pillows, watching you use his cock, the way each movement made him groan.

Your eyes were shut but as soon as you got used to the feeling of him once more, you went to grab the camera from the side, “let me…me take a p…photo of my…my bi…birthday…agh God…bo…boy.”

Your words finally formed as you opened your eyes, the way he held onto you as you continued to move your hips, each time moving further up and slamming right back down onto his cock. “Y/n…”

He watched you drool at how you couldn’t help but love him, his hands remaining fixated on your waist. Each movement made your tits bounce as he couldn’t help but lick his lips, you took the camera to your eye, gaining a better view through the lens of your pretty boy.

His hair was damp as it rested against the back of his neck, his face damp from him cum that had gotten from your own. Eyes watching you move as his chest was on show. Even then he was still your perfect boy, the man who would risk the world to be with you. He felt the flash as you shifted making him groan as the picture got taken, even if it was blurry he knew you’d still end up keeping it. The image moved with you as you waived it to the side at each thrust back and forth.

Your breathing became heavier as your cunt squeezed at his cock, the camera fell to the side, as Jean took it wanting to have one more imager permanently ingrained into his vision. He put his eye to the camera, your body on show for him as your neck was littered with his kisses, your tears running down your face and cum that still stuck to your neck. “Look at the camera, baby,” the only sight he wanted to see was your reaction to, “I love you.”

You smiled at him as you couldn’t help but tear up at how much he loved you and as the camera flashed as he got the prettiest image of the night. “I love you…too.”

He pushed the camera to the side having waived the image to come through, before using your hips and thrusting upwards, “I want you forever.”

His breathing became heavy as did your own, the feeling of his cock moving harder to the back or your cervix made you reach a high. And as you felt a coil in your stomach snap, your white gush fell out squelching past Jean’s cock as he used it to fuck harder into you. You moaned his name as his thrusts became sporadic wanting to cum right in that pretty cunt of yours.

“F…fuck Y/n…bab…baby,” you watched his eyes shut as cum shot into your cunt, the way you felt filled as he continued to sloppily fuck into you.

As you finally got off of him and lied beside him, cum falling out of your cunt, he held you close in his arms. Switching the desk lamp on beside him, your heavy breaths against his chest making him feel at home, he eyed each image how the ones you took of him whilst riding him were blurry. But his favourite of yours covered in his cum, with tears as you rode him was the one he was going to keep with him forever.

“Gonna put this in my wallet, baby,” he chuckled holding you closer to him.

You nodded tiredly as you replied back, “as long as I can get one of us for my phone case you can take as many pictures as possible of me naked baby.”

“I’ll keep you to that…” he kissed your forehead knowing you’d be tired and as he turned to the side seeing the midnight approach, he knew that maybe birthdays could be a bigger celebration. As long as it was just the two of you together, because that was where his true home lied.

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justanobsessedfangirl · 3 years

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The Sacrifice Part 1 - The Maze Runner Minho Imagine

Request from @elizabeth-brown hey when your requests will be open can you do 'the maze runner' one with minho. where one day when new greenie was coming up he had letter with him. on it there was written that if they sacrificed y/n they would let everyone out. so keepers decided to vote. most of them voted 'yes' so without any emotions Alby kick y/n into the maze. then minho realized his feelings. y/n survived the maze and WCKED took her. after one year she escaped WCKED and ran into the scorch. Minho missed her miserably. y/n searched the safe heaven. and when Group A searched safe heaven they saw y/n and she was so mad. you can end it however you want either she forgives them or not. and please tag me

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Warning: Some mature language

Author’s Note: Thanks for waiting! I changed up the request a little (I think?) but there will probably be a part 2 so I can do the stuff outside the Glade. Hope you like it! Also, I know it seems like my requests aren’t open because I take forever to post, but I swear they are. :)

Word Count: 4.6k

The Box came up every month like clockwork. Half an hour before its arrival, a blaring alarm would sound. Gladers would trickle in from the Gardens, the Med-jack Hut, the Homestead, and gather around the hole. Those who had requested items would push their way to the front. Others lingered around the edges, hoping for a glimpse of the new Greenie.

“Maybe it’ll be another girl,” they’d whisper.

“Maybe it’ll be another shank,” their friends would whisper back, and the boys would shove each other and laugh and make jokes until the Box slotted into place and the roof slid away, revealing the Glade’s next victim.

You were an unnatural fit to the routine. You’d disrupted it right from the beginning, with your arrival as the first female Glader. Now, months later, you still hadn’t formed many strong bonds. It was hard when you were rarely in the Glade during the day, spending most of your hours mapping the Maze. No one was directly cruel when you had a day off, but it was clear that this was a brotherhood, and you did not meet the requirements. You were an “other.” You were a girl. You were something to be looked at and talked about but you weren’t necessarily someone.

You didn’t feel like an outsider when you ran with Minho. He treated you like a person. Like a friend. So did Newt, although your time with him was limited to bonfires, where you drank Gally’s moonshine and talked.

Just the memories of those nights made you feel warm, even as you stood apart from the boys around the Box and prayed for another girl to appear. You stood on your tiptoes and tried to peer over the crowd. Through gaps and over heads, you caught a glimpse of a boy in the Box. He was younger than you, probably younger than most of the people in the Glade, with curly brown hair, round pink cheeks, and wide, fear-filled eyes.

Alby jumped down into the Box. Laughter rose from the crowd as the young Greenie backpedaled so wildly that he tripped over his feet and slammed onto his butt. Next to you, a group of Gladers jeered. You frowned at them, watching their smiles slip into sneers. They looked away from you. Inside the Box, the Greenie cried, “Please don’t hurt me!” His already high, youthful voice was pitched even higher with terror.

You felt a stab in your chest. He sounded so young, so alone, so scared. Taking a step forward, you came to the edge of a thick knot of Gladers. They catcalled and hollered and cackled, slapping each other on the backs. One noticed you and quickly jerked away like you were contagious.

Cheeks burning, you stepped back again. You gave the crowd one last look, heard the Greenie blubber one last time, and headed for the Homestead, where there was no one to make you feel unwelcome or weak for feeling sympathy for the new Greenie.

Besides, you thought bitterly, they might make fun of him now, but he’ll still be one of them.

A few Gladers saw you go; most were focused on the Greenie, who Alby was trying to coax to his side of the Box, where someone had dropped a length of rope.

“We’re not going to hurt you,” Alby said. Impatience wore thin on his voice. “Just come over here.”

The Greenie stayed curled in a ball in the middle of the Box.

Alby shook his head. Turning to the pair of boys above him, he lowered his voice and said, “Do you think Y/N could try to get him out?”

The Gladers looked at each other.

“Isn’t she running today?” one asked.

“I haven’t seen her all day,” the other added.

Alby frowned. “Fine,” he sighed, “we’ll do it the hard way.”

At that, the two Gladers joined Alby in the Box. The Greenie’s eyes bulged as they approached. He tried to scoot back. In seconds, the pair was on him, lifting him as easily as if he weighed nothing. They toted him to the rope.

The Greenie gasped. “Wait! Wait! I dropped it!”

Alby waved the boys on before they could stop. “I’ll get it.” While the Gladers hoisted the Greenie out, Alby walked to the center of the Box. Laying on the metal floor was a card of paper, pristinely white save for the 10 grimy fingerprints of the crying Greenie. Alby knelt, picked it up, flipped it over, and froze.

It seemed like an eternity before he stood again. Around him, the Gladers still talked and laughed. Around him, the Gladers still thought they were following their routine.

Holding the note in his hand, Alby commanded, “Gathering in the Homestead. Now.” After a beat of silence, he added, “If Y/N’s here, bring her.”

The Glade burst into a flurry of activity. Boys scrambled, yelling the news. Their Keepers chastised them and handed out work orders like candy. Feeling brave and uninhibited and a little frenzied, Gladers complained and groaned and manhandled each other and ran. The new Greenie was handed off to a Builder, then a Slicer, then rescued by a Gardener. A pack of Gladers took off for the Homestead.

You’d barely made it inside before your moment of alone time was shattered. The boys whooped and hollered and shouted as they sprinted toward you.

“Gathering!”

“You have to go!”

“Alby called for a Gathering!

Their voices came at you like bullets, one after another after another. Your questions fell on deaf ears. “Why a Gathering? Now? Did you say I have to go?”

They kept talking to each other, ignoring you even as they pushed you farther inside, pushed you toward the meeting room, pushed you like you couldn’t even walk by yourself. You shoved away from them and entered the room on your own two shaky feet. Only a few of the Gladers followed, taking their seats as Keepers.

With a sick sludge of anxiety swirling in your stomach, you looked around the room. You’d never been to a Gathering before, although you’d listened to Minho complain about how boring they were many times. The room was small, the only furniture a crudely made table surrounded by twelve seats, one for each Keeper plus Alby and Newt. There was no seat for you. You were not supposed to be here.

“Clint, what’s going on?”

The Keeper of the Med-jacks looked up at the sound of your voice. He’d been staring at the tabletop, tracing his finger along the wood grain. His hands were thin, his fingers long, and they held a delicate strength, accustomed to wrapping wounds and sewing stitches. “Alby called a Gathering,” Clint said.

“Yeah, I figured that part out. Why? And why am I here?” You tried to keep your emotions under control. Clint didn’t need to know you were a little annoyed, a little angry, a little worried. Clint and the growing mob of Keepers filing into the room didn’t need to know you were scared.

Clint looked to the head of the table. Two empty chairs sat waiting. “Alby didn’t explain much. I think it was something to do with the Greenie.”

“The Greenie?” you asked, just as someone gave you a harsh nudge to the side. You whipped around and found yourself staring up at Gally.

“Don’t block the doorway,” he snapped. Before you could reply, Gally was walking past you, settling into the seat closest to the head of the table.

Most of the chairs were filled now. Some Keepers looked at you, others talked with their neighbors, and a few, like Clint, seemed like they’d rather be anywhere else but here. You lingered by the door. After a couple of minutes, Alby and Newt entered together.

You knew something was wrong immediately. Alby’s face, stoic at the best of times, was downright grim, like he’d just witnessed a terrible crime against humanity. Newt wouldn’t even lift his eyes to yours. His skin had taken on a pallor, pale white tinged with sickly green.

“Alby-”

Alby interrupted you. “Where’s Minho?”

You weren’t sure if he was asking you or the Keepers, but you answered anyway. “He’s running. What’s going-”

Cursing under his breath, Alby strode to the head of the table. “Someone got the schedules mixed up,” he fumed. “They thought you were running today. Minho is supposed to be here.”

“Maybe we should wait-”

“This can’t wait, Newt. You know that.” Alby shot Newt’s suggestion down before it even had time to breathe. “Y/N, take Minho’s seat. And someone shut the door.”

You didn’t like the way Alby was barking out orders or the way Newt had slumped into his seat like an admonished puppy. The whole world was off-kilter, just slightly, but enough that you felt nauseous and hyper-aware. Clint was still picking at the table. Winston was sitting next to Gally, who was staring daggers at you, and Zart, who had his arms crossed and was sitting straight in his chair, looked disgusted at something Doug, the Keeper of the Sloppers, had just said. Frypan was the one to get up and close the door, giving you a reassuring smile as he walked. You slowly made your way around the table to the only empty chair. It was across from Gally, right next to the side that Alby and Newt sat behind.

Newt flinched away from you as you sat. Alby eyed you, waiting, waiting, waiting, and, finally, with the door closed and you perched on Minho’s chair, ready to bolt, he said, “We’re holding a Gathering because of this.” He pulled a piece of paper from his pocket. “The new Greenie was holding it.”

Down the table, Winston smirked. “Is that why he was crying? Poor thing can’t read?”

You frowned. One of the Keepers, Billy, chuckled lightly.

Alby ignored them and continued, “It’s a note from the Creators.” A few murmurs arose; Alby didn’t speak until it was silent again. “It says,” he cleared his throat and, next to him, Newt looked as if he might puke. “It says, ‘The Glade is failing. Show you can follow instructions and you will be released.’” Alby paused.

Unlike before, the Keepers stayed quiet. You were on the edge of your seat, listening with bated breath, like all of the others. Maybe the instructions involved finding something in the Maze? You knew you could help with that, and maybe Alby knew it too, and that’s why he’d made you attend the Gathering. You could nearly taste the freedom on your lips. Under the table, your legs shook with excitement, energy, adrenaline -- everything that made you feel alive. What would life be like outside the Glade?

“Tell them the instructions, Alby,” Newt whispered, voice strained.

Your hopeful heartbeat faltered.

Alby’s eyes flicked up from the paper, met yours, and shot back down.

Something like dread filled your chest.

“‘Show you can follow instructions and you will be released,’” Alby repeated. He drew a deep breath before continuing. “Sacrifice Y/N to the Maze. Tonight.’”

One second passed. Inside that second, there was an eternity, an infinity, a lifetime. Your lifetime. Every limb of your body became paralyzed. You felt liquid. You felt insubstantial and invisible, only you were the farthest thing from invisible, because every single person in the room, all ten Keepers and Alby and Newt, even Newt, who wouldn’t meet your eyes before because he’d already condemned you to death, was staring.

And then the room roared.

“They’re lying!”

“That’s insane!”

“They can’t ask us to do that!”

“We can’t trust them!”

“I’m not doing that!”

“What if it’s true?”

The last voice, soft, barely audible, silenced everyone.

You stared at Gally, jaw dropped. “What?” You could barely speak above a whisper. Your vocal cords were constricting, choking you. Every breath felt like your last.

Gally’s gaze stayed on the letter in Alby’s hands. His eyes were glazed and his whole demeanor, normally stubborn and stand-offish, had shifted into quiet contemplation. “What if it’s true?” he murmured. “What if this is our way out? What if this is what we’ve been waiting for?”

The other Keepers began to speak. Instead of ardent protestations, you heard questions. So many questions and no definitive answers, except for Gally’s. The room spun around you, swirling, swirling, swirling. Your skin was flushed and cold and sweating and freezing all at the same time.

“He might be right,” you heard.

In an instant, you shot to your feet. The chair that Minho should have been sitting in clattered to the floor, silencing the Keepers. “Guys, this-this is insane,” you pleaded. Every face was a blur, a smear, no distinguishable people anywhere. You didn’t know a single boy in this room. “The Creators have never asked us to do something like this. They locked us in here! They-they...they put monsters in the Maze to kill us!”

“Maybe not to kill us.” Billy, the Keeper of the Baggers, was a boy of few words. He never seemed to have much to say, maybe because he’d gotten used to such solitary work. Most of the time, the only Gladers he was around were dead. “Maybe the monsters are there to kill you.”

Panicked tears burned in the corners of your eyes. Gally was nodding. So was Winston. Too many of them were nodding or looking down, pretending they didn’t have a say, hope gleaming in their eyes and betraying their thoughts.

You turned to your leaders. “Alby, this can’t--we can’t--”

“We’re going to vote on it.”

You switched tactics. “Newt. Newt, please, please look at me. This is crazy. We can get out without doing this, we can--I’ll run more and we’ll...we’ll figure something out, just, please, don’t--please just look at me.”

Newt slowly lifted his head. In the background, the Keepers talked, rising from their seats, growing more animated, more determined. Unshed tears glimmered in Newt’s eyes. “Y/N,” he said, and in your name you heard an apology. “This could be our only chance.”

“It can’t be.” You moved forward, desperate. “It can’t be our only chance, we’ll figure something out, I know we can, we just need to--” You were babbling and stepping closer and your hands reached out to grab his arms, to shake him, to knock some sense into all of them, and then Alby’s low, commanding voice rang out, ordering everyone to sit, and you were left standing, crying, terrified, and so, so, so alone.

“If anyone wants to see the note, there.” Alby dropped it onto the table. Across from you, Gally picked it up, scanned it, and passed it to the boy next to him, Winston. From Winston to Billy to Clint to Frypan to Ozzy to Doug to Zart to Leon. To you. With trembling hands, you held the note, saw the words, tried to read them and make sense of them, only nothing made sense at all.

Sacrifice Y/N to the Maze. Sacrifice Y/N. Sacrifice sacrifice sacrifice.

The more you repeated it in your head, the less real it sounded. This wasn’t real. This couldn’t be happening.

“We have to make a decision,” Alby said.

Lungs squeezing painfully, you tried to speak. No words came out.

“I think it’s obvious,” Gally said. “Everything changed as soon as she got here. Now the Creators want us to do something, so we should do it.” He sounded more certain the more he spoke, his voice and words building to a persuasive, powerful crescendo.

“We could get out,” Winston added eagerly.

Clint pushed back his chair and slowly rose to his feet. He looked uncomfortable being the center of attention. One of his hands stayed on the table, scrambling for support. “I think it’s important,” he said, “that we think this through and give it the weight it deserves. This is someone’s life we’re talking about.”

It’s my life, you wanted to scream. I’ve tried to be a part of your group! I’m a Glader!

Clint continued. “But we also have to think about everyone else, too. I’m sorry, Y/N, I really am. But your sacrifice could mean that everyone else here can live.” Clint sunk back into his seat. “My vote is to obey the Creators.”

“Clint--” You were drowned out by Gally and Winston and Billy agreeing, formally voting to kill you. Gally nodded down at Ozzy, the Keeper of the Bricknicks, and then Ozzy said, “I vote to obey the Creators too.”

Leon agreed next. Leon, the Keeper of the Maps, who you’d spoken to nearly every day since becoming a Runner. Leon, who you’d sometimes traded jokes with and complimented for his drawing skills. Leon, who, after voting, said, “I’ve spent all of my time in the Glade trying to get out,” like it was an explanation you wanted to hear. Like it would mean it was okay for them to throw your life away. He wouldn’t look at you, still standing, half-slumped against the table as your legs wobbled with each vote that damned you to being ripped apart by Grievers.

“Guys, please,” you said, or you thought you said, but maybe they didn’t hear because now Frypan was standing up.

“I haven’t seen a Griever up close, I don’t know what it’s like in the Maze, and I don’t know what it’s like to patch up people who have done all of that. I know that Y/N’s a Glader. That’s all I need. I vote no.” Frypan nodded at you and sat back down, his normally easy-going face creased in deep thought.

One voice. One against six. But one was all you needed; one gave you a shot of strength, enough for you to straighten up, to open your mouth, to instead hear Doug say, “I haven’t done any of that either but I know that I don’t want to spend another goddamn minute in this Glade. I vote yes.”

The room spun. You looked down at your hands, found them in your lap, realized you were sitting but couldn’t remember ever doing so. Everything was slipping through your fingers so fast, too fast, impossibly fast.

Seven.

“My vote doesn’t matter much now,” Zart began, his words ponderous and slow. “But I vote no.” He leaned back in his chair and crossed his arms, as if daring anyone to question him.

Gally turned his attention to Alby and Newt instead. “So we’re doing it?”

Alby frowned. Newt buried his face in his hands. You thought you might pass out.

“Seven is a majority. It doesn’t matter our votes,” Alby said. “Or Minho’s.”

“Or mine.” The table turned to you. “I don’t get a say in any of this? It’s my life.” You knew your voice was too high-pitched, too warbled, too girlish to be taken seriously. You swallowed and it came out even more panicked. “You can’t just kill me with a one-vote difference, you can’t just--”

“It wouldn’t be a one-vote difference. I vote to obey the Creators.” Alby stared unwaveringly at you. “Newt agreed before the Gathering. That makes it nine to four, assuming Minho would vote not to obey.”

“Why?” It came out strangled and mangled and desperate.

“For the Glade,” Alby responded.

Newt suddenly looked up, shaking his head. “No, no, I take my vote back. I vote no. We can’t do this, Alby.”

“Eight to five. The majority says to obey. It happens tonight.”

“Alby--” “Alby, please,” You and Newt protested together, but Alby’s voice boomed over both of yours. “Gathering over. Gally, Winston, take Y/N to the Pit until tonight.”

Newt stood up too fast and stumbled, nearly crashing into the table. “We can’t put her in the Pit!”

The sound of arguing and chairs being pushed back washed over you, filling your ears with white noise. Chills raced up and down your spine, sending a clamminess to your hands and feet. You were going to die. You were going to be torn apart by Grievers, the very monsters you’d spent so much time running away from. It was almost ironic, really, and you almost laughed until you realized it was a sob, until you realized there were tears streaming down your face and there were two sets of hands grabbing you by the arms and hoisting you up and leading you out of the room and down the hall, practically dragging you for all of the good your feet did. And then you were in the doorway of a dark, windowless room, and Newt was standing in front of you. He enveloped you in a hug, spewing apologies about the vote and the room and your fate. All too soon, he pulled away. You saw his brown eyes and tear-streaked face. You saw the door close. You saw darkness.

You sagged to the floor and cried.

Hours passed. The room had no windows for you to watch the sun move across the sky, silently counting down to the end of your life. You had tried a few times to shove the door open, but you only succeeded in bursting out between two strong Gladers. After the first time, they were ready for any attempt of yours to sprint past. Sometimes their voices would seep through the cracks in the wood. Apologies and excuses and pleas for you to please, just please, do this one thing for the Glade and help them all survive.

Part of you thought they were right. What if your sole purpose was to be a sacrifice? But then you thought of Minho and running and laughing and the few flickering memories you had from before the Glade, of an older couple smiling at you or the warm feeling of being loved, and you remembered how it felt to be alive. And you knew that it wasn’t right, it wasn’t fair, for anyone but you to get to decide your death.

Your time alone helped you think. It helped you settle yourself, calm your mind, and dry your tears. But as soon as the door opened and you saw the sunlight fading from the hallway, all of your carefully planned entreaties faded from your lips. Your throat went dry with impending doom.

“It’s time. Alby’s waiting by the Maze,” one of the Gladers said. You didn’t even know who he was. Why hadn’t you gotten closer to him? To all of them? Maybe if you hadn’t been so solitary, maybe you could have...or they could have...or maybe...

“What’s your name?” you heard yourself ask as the guards flanked you down the hall.

He gave you a look of confusion. “Rob.”

“Rob,” you repeated. Rob led the way outside. You glanced over your shoulder at the other Glader. “What about you?”

“I’m David,” the one behind you answered. He hastened to walk beside you. David had stubby legs, two of his steps matching one of yours. You picked up your pace. Rob matched it easily; David lagged.

Over the Glade, the sun was nearly below the horizon. Gladers milled about but kept their distance from you, trying not to stare at the doomed prisoner. It was like you were already dead. And no one cared.

The wall loomed high above you, growing as your entourage got closer and closer. Huddled near one of the entrances was a group of Gladers. When you neared a hundred feet away from them, you slowed. David followed suit immediately. Rob’s lengthy strides shortened.

“David, Rob,” you addressed them by name, not looking at either even as they faced you. “Thanks for walking with me.” Then you bolted for the Maze.

David had no chance of catching up to you, Rob was just stunned enough to give you the head start you needed, and the group of Gladers only shouted as you closed the distance to the door.

My choice, the pounding of your feet seemed to shout. My choice. My life. You may have been minutes away from death, but you had never felt so alive. Adrenaline flooded your body. The hairs on the back of your neck stood up. All of the cold fear had been replaced by the warmth of energy. One last choice, you thought. The open door called to you. 20 feet. 5 feet. You’d just crossed the entrance when one voice made itself known above the crowd.

“Y/N!”

Every muscle tensed, you spun around to see Minho sprinting after you, the group of Gladers following, none as fast as your partner. He crashed into you with the tightest hug of your life. Your body reacted before your mind knew how; you hugged him back.

“I couldn’t let you go without seeing you,” Minho blurted, his lips an inch from your ear. “I’m sorry, I couldn’t…” he trailed off. Loosening his hold, he pulled back enough to see your face. He stared at you like he wanted to memorize you. “I’m going with you.”

“No, you’re not.”

“I am, Y/N, I can’t let you do this yourself. With two of us we could--”

“Die. We’d both die.” You pulled him close again, burying your head back in the crook of his neck, hating the fear in his eyes. You’d wanted your last memory of him to be a smile, not this.

He spoke more softly now. “If we had supplies, I bet we could do it. I’ll raid the kitchen, the Med-jack Hut, bring us weapons. We could find the way out. You don’t have to die. You can’t die.”

You wanted him to stop talking, because you couldn’t extinguish the little flame of hope blooming in your chest if he kept feeding it. “Minho-”

Minho cut you off. “You can do this, Y/N. You’re fast, faster than me, and a hell of a lot smarter than all of these shanks combined. Survive the night. Survive the night and I can bring you supplies tomorrow.” His voice had an edge to it, a fierce desperation you’d never heard from Minho. Inside his encouragement, he was pleading with you. “Fuck, Y/N, please survive the night. Meet me at the intersection past the west door when the sun rises. I fell there the first time we ran together, remember? I said it was because you ran funny and it made me lose concentration but it was actually because you looked so beautiful in the sunrise that I couldn’t think.” He took a deep breath. Your heart beat too quickly, running on hope and support and maybe a little bit of love. When Minho spoke again, his voice was solemn, “I’ll find you, I swear to God. We’ll figure it out together. We’ll get out together.”

“I’ll survive.” You were lying. “I’ll try.” Was that another lie? Everything was moving too quickly.

Alby’s voice stopped you from thinking any further. “It’s time,” he intoned.

From your place in Minho’s arms, you saw that the group of Gladers, composed mostly of Keepers, had surrounded you in a semicircle. The way forward was blocked; your only way out was the Maze.

You and Minho separated slowly. Behind you, the Maze rumbled. Still, Minho held your hand in his, looking physically pained. “I’ll see you tomorrow,” he said, hoping, desperate, pleading.

You nodded.

Minho shook his head. “Please say it back, Y/N. Please.”

You glanced at the door starting to close, then at Alby, who stared hard-eyed at you and motioned for the Gladers to press in. You couldn’t find Newt in the crowd. Minho’s hand was heavy and warm in yours. Comforting.

With your last moments in the Glade, you darted close to Minho, pressed your lips to his cheek, and then slipped away from him, entering the Maze. The door thudded closed behind you. The sun had set. You were alone.

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LIFE-SAVING SHARPIE

Summary: Despite being a muggle, Y/n's mother was an expert in divination. She tried to teach Y/n, who saw it as a mere muggle game. But, oh, what a powerful weapon a muggle game can become in the hands of the right witch.

Pairing: Fred Weasley x Reader

Genre: angst (w/ a good ending)

Tags:

Fred Weasley: @whiskeyn-rain @lumos-solemn

Permanent taglist: @elia-the-bibliophile @randomparanoid @karlthecat15722 @thebutchersdaughtersblog

Warnings: injuries, death(ish)

A/N: I'm not saying I'm incapable of writing an angsty ending for a Fred Weasley story, but I'd rather not do that, so here comes a stupid story that occurred to me this morning, enjoy <3

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"Y/l/n!" I sighed. "Is it true?"

"Your mom is into divination?" George question made me throw my head back in desperation as both twins made their way through the Great Hall to meet me.

I knew that day would be a bumpy one the moment we entered in the Divination classroom. The fact that a muggleborn aced a new subject since class one was strange.

I knew I would have to give some explanation to my friends after. Ron was particularly shocked by the fact that my muggle mother had taught me —against my will, may I say— lots of Divination-related things. I knew Ron, being Ron, would surely tell every soul that would listen about his discovery, but I had hoped for him to wait until the third period at least.

"Secrets spread like wildfire here." I said.

"Are you secretly a soothsayer?"

"Yes, Fred. You see, I have the Sight." I ironically stated, and, seeing this as a perfect opportunity to get closer to the boy I fancied, I added "Want me to read your palm?"

They shared an amused look, fully aware that I was joking. Even in the Wizarding World, divination wasn't something to believe in.

There were supposed to be people able to see the future, such as professor Trelawney, but no student had seen her predict a thing, so she wasn't the best example.

George was the first one to sit down. "Predict my future, oh, you who were gifted with the Sight." I snorted as he laid his palm before my eyes.

I picked his hand on mines, "Hmm..." Fred hovering over my form from behind wasn't ideal for me to concentrate. "Okay so..." I felt one of his hands toying with the clasp of my necklace, brushing my nape. "Will you stop touching my necklace and sit down?" I demanded.

"Yeah Fred, sit down." George reprimanded his brother. "She's trying to see my future." I heard Fred chuntering before he plopped down on my other side, leaning on a tad too close for my liking. "Alright, fortuneteller, is there a love line?"

Of course he would ask about that. "Let's see..." I traced said line, unable to remember to the T what my mom had tried to teach me. "So, the heart line is arched... Which means..."

"That you can't tell a thing?" I slapped Fred's arm.

"Which means he's balanced." I corrected him. "You're able to realize when you need to take care of yourself, and when you should let a someone in." George seemed invested. "You'll have just one serious partner, but they'll be the right one."

"Well, that doesn't sound half bad, huh?" He looked at me with a content smile.

"My turn." Fred spoke, smacking his brother's hand away and replacing it with his left one. "The line of life or whatever." He scooted a bit closer and I felt my heartbeat pick up. "What's my fate?"

"Are you left-handed, Fred?" I questioned with an eyebrow raised, already knowing the answer. "I need your dominant hand." Oh well, that came out wrong.

"Straightforward, are we?" George snorted at his brother's remark as he exchanged hands, turning to straddle the bench to be more comfortable. "Alright, what do you see?" He had leaned on to the point where he only needed to tilt his head down a couple of inches to rest it on my shoulder.

"A hand." I deadpanned, which earned a playful push from him. "Okay, okay— I see..." A puzzled frown took over my gaze. "Wait—" I turned to George. "gimme your hand."

"What?" Fred questioned, shifting his position ever so slightly.

"Uhm..." The frown grew bigger, and I had to remind myself what I was doing was a joke. "You... don't have a lifeline?" I dubiously informed. "I mean— it sorta... Starts? but then it fades away." I widened my eyes and froze, remembering what that meant.

I saw Fred tilting his head slightly. "Is it so bad that you won't tell me what it means?" He asked jokingly in order to lighten my distraught mood.

"It— well, it means that you'll die at a young age." My eyes met his and, despite the amused smile that always danced on his lips, fear slipped out of his orbs now, too.

"Wait what?" George propped himself on his forearms to see his brother's palm. "Can't be. Check mine?"

"I just did, you git." George wasn't even smiling. Maybe he did believe it. "Yours is fine."

The three of us stayed in silence for an instant. Even if none of us believed in divination, the fact that Fred had no lifeline was rather unsettling.

"It's fine." I cleared my throat, turning to my bag and leaving Fred's hand over the table on the process. "Apart from seeing the future, I can fix lifelines." They looked at each other when they saw me grab a sharpie. "Don't move." I demanded, holding down Fred's right hand before tracing a black line where the lifeline was supposed to be. "There. A long, healthy life."

When I looked back at the twins' faces, I saw them ready to laugh. Distress had already left them, and that helped my own evaporate.

"Merlin, Y/n!" Fred dramatically exclaimed. "You've just saved my life!"

"She sure did." George agreed, patting my back.

"Now go and tell Ron to shut up." I didn't want to imagine what would happen if people started to believe I could actually predict their future; the twins were sceptic and even they had somehow fallen for it.

I was so focused on George getting up that I didn't even notice Fred's hand flipping and wrapping around mine.

A soft kiss was placed on my cheek and I felt my face heating up even before meeting Fred's proud grin. "Figured I'd give my savior something in repay." His eyes seemed to flicker to my lips for a second; it's just my imagination, I thought, unaware of Fred's thumb caressing the back of my hand until he removed it in order to stand up.

Four Years Later

FRED'S P. O. V.

One second I was laughing at Percy's joke, and the next one everything was black; not only visually, everything was pitch black in every fucking sense.

I heard nothing, I couldn't touch anything, my voice was gone.

My mind was completely blank, until a thought slipped in my brain: 'you'll die at a young age'.

My head was spiralling now. I was dead. That's what death felt like? Nothing?

Y/n's words kept going on and on, frying my brain. How ironic it was that the voice I would have forever in my mind belonged to the girl I had been in love with since I was fourteen, and the words were what we thought to be her silly prediction.

I had no idea how long it had been, but suddenly I felt it; a tear running down my cheek. A flaming hot tear, burning its way off my face. Then I felt something else, some sort of rope wrapping tight around my right hand and wrist, so tight that it made my pulse speed up.

My pulse.

It dawned on me that my heart was beating fast against my chest. It was beating.

I needed to breathe.

"FRED!" Someone forced my eyes open; It was Percy. I couldn't see him right away because the lights were blinding to my eyes, but I recognised his voice. "FRED SAY SOMETHING!"

"Y/n..." I couldn't hear my own voice, but I felt her name going through my vocal cords.

"HE'S ALIVE!" Ron cried. "you're alive-" my sight was blurry but I could pick out my younger brother's crown in front of me as he sobbed over my chest.

"We gotta get him out of here right now!!" Of course it was Hermione who got everyone moving. As both my brothers managed to pick me up, I felt my eyes closing once more. Not even the fear of not waking up again stopped me from passing out.

READER'S P. O. V.

I had volunteered as Healer to help Madam Pomfrey during the Battle, that's why it was me who received two Weasleys practically dragging a third one into the improvised infirmary.

I recognised him from his jacket. "Fred..." At first I thought it was his corpse, that's how bad he looked.

"Y/N!!" It was only when Fred seemed to tilt his head up due to Ron's cry that I reacted, rushing to help them. "Keep him alive!" I only nodded, taking Ron's place as he took off.

With one of his arms over my shoulders and the other over his brother's, we managed to carry him to one of the stretchers; his painful weak groans went directly into my ear as we moved him, triggering the tears I was holding to fall.

~~~~~~~~~~~~

FRED'S P. O. V.

"—alive, somehow." Y/n's voice, though it sounded far away, let me know she was close. "No, don't wake him up."

"Listen, you gotta get him to St. Mungo." It seemed George the one talking, but his voice was too shaky to tell. "in an hour this is gonna get really ugly, I want him out."

"George, we're besieged." Her tone was hopeless.

"Look at him, You said it— It's a bloody miracle he's still breathing." my brother's voice shattered; all I wanted was to get up, hug him and say I was okay, but I felt my brain spinning once more. "Bill and I will escort you out of the castle so..."

~~~~~~~~~~~~

The next time I opened my eyes, terror inundated me; everything was dark again. I gasped for air and propped myself up, instantly regretting it. A stabbing pain attacked every part of my body, triggering a shocked cry out of me.

"What are you doing?!" Y/n whisper-shouted, before placing both her hands over my chest to push me back to the bed again. "Are you mental?" Her fingertips moved out of the way a bandage that covered my eyes. "Oi, listen," when she noticed my shaky hands desperately trying to reach my face, she took them in hers. "You're safe."

I tried to say something —anything—, but my throat was sore, and the only thing that was able to leave it was her name.

"Shhh." She hushed me, letting one of her hands travel to my face. "You have to rest." I would have sworn she was crying, but I couldn't tell. "Everything'll get better." Her thumb stroking my cheek was the most soothing thing I had ever felt, so it wasn't difficult for me to close my eyes, this time willingly, though I was equally scared. "I'll stay by your side." The reassuring squeeze her hand gave me, made me aware that she had noticed my fear.

Before drifting off, I felt Y/n's lips placing a chaste kiss on my forehead, making my heart hammer against my chest.

I was still alive.

A Month Later

READER'S P. O. V.

It was Ron who sent me an owl the moment Fred finally got out of the hospital. He informed me that, instead of going to the Burrow to rest a few days—as planned—, ha had gone straight to the shop.

That's how I found myself the next morning inside Weasleys' Wizard Wheezes, which was not-so-surprisingly full of people again.

Due to the huge amount of customers, it was relatively difficult for me to spot the twins.

Apparently, I turned out to be easy to spot.

"Y/n!" I turned in the stairs' direction to be met with a very enthusiastic George who, before I could even greet him, engulfed me in a hug.

"I see you can't catch a break." I observed, pulling away with a big smile on my face. That place really made the trick to bring joy to everyone.

"You can't imagine." He replied, his gaze wandering around before pulling my hand. "Oi, Fred! Look who dropped by!" He shouted over the hubbub, leading me to the till counter, behind which I saw the reason why I had come in the first place.

Just as Fred's eyes noticed me, he attempted to rush out of the till. I left George's side as soon as I realized that he, in fact, couldn't really rush out.

"Merlin's beard!" Despite he had just had to grip the counter in order not to fall, he tried again. "Take it easy, will you?" I scolded him, steadying him by his forearms and helping him step back to rest against the till. "Do you want to go back to the hospital?"

"If you're the one taking care of me, I wouldn't complain." The first time his eyes fell on my lips, I missed it because I was still securing him. The second time it was impossible to miss. "You know? Your sharpie saved my life."

I snorted at his nonsensical words. "You're delirious, Weasley." My hands finally left his forearms, just to be picked up on his. "Still suffering from the concussion?" I joked, trying to deviate my own attention from my fast heartbeat.

Another glance at my lips.

"I should get going." George spoke behind me.

"I was going to visit you tomorrow." Fred stated, his gaze now focused on my eyes.

"Sorry to break it to you, love," I pointed out, motioning at him with our hands still held. "But you can barely walk."

"Yeah, but I needed to see you." He looked somehow sheepish; I doubted I had ever seen him like that before. "I'm gonna be as clear and concise as possible—" He cleared his throat and forced himself to look at me. "I'm pretty much in love with you." I didn't know my eye could go as wide as they went. "Thing's I've known for a good couple of years now." He shrugged. "Telling you scared me, but then this happened." He gestured at himself. "And now not being able to tell you scares me even more." His eyes scanned me before looking around. "This wasn't the ideal place to tell you, but I didn't want to wait any longer."

I gulped, trying to process it as fast as possible.

"For Godric's sake, Y/n," he gently tugged my hand. "Say something, please." Fear started to take over him, even if he tried to keep it at bay. "It's alright if you don't feel the same, we can still be friends, I promise—"

"How do I kiss you without hurting you?" I questioned, already feeling the heat on my cheeks.

I could tell by his face that, out of everything I could have said, he was not expecting the answer I had given him. "Ever the caring one." He let go of my hands to cup my cheeks. "Just kiss me," he sounded so happy, it was contagious. "I'll deal with the pain later."

I listened to him and, holding onto his blazer, stood on my tiptoes and crashed my lips against his— only because I had been wanting to kiss him for too fucking long.

I got lost in the kiss and my brain completely dismissed that an entire wall had collapsed over the boy before me just a month ago; my hands went up to his neck, pulling him closer and, consequently, earning a painful groan from him.

"Shit! sorry." I was quick to let go, suddenly very aware of our surroundings, too.

He just shook his head and pulled my back to him, this time by my hips. "I said I'll deal with it later." He spoke against my lips before going in for a second kiss.

I was more gentle now, careful not to cause him too much pain.

To our dismay, we were interrupted.

"You said love confession!" George snapped us out of it; this time the groan Fred let out was from annoyance. "not snogging session in front of our customers! Get to work!"

He huffed, unwillingly separating from me. "If you stick around until lunch time, we can resume this."

I pretended to think about it. "I guess I can find something to do until then." My smile was as wide as his, and it grew wider when he pulled my into a hug, placing a kiss on the crown of my head. "I love you too, by the way."

His laugh reverberated on his chest. "Good to know."

"Freddie! Now!" This time it was me who groaned at George's demands.

"Help me out, love." Fred requested, pulling away from me so I could help him move behind the till counter. "See you in a couple of hours?" I nodded, pecking his cheeks and walking away from the shop.

It was when I started to walk down the Diagon Alley that it clicked.

His lifeline.

The sharpie.

"OH MY FUCK—"

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summary: A chemical spill, uncontrollable desires rushed to the surface, an unbridled need, and the consequences in the aftermath pairing: steve x reader word count: 5k warnings: SMUT (18+), sex pollen (dub/con), a very slight dom!steve, angst, absolute filth ok dont shame me a/n: first sex pollen fic, first steve smut. felt right. and hot.

“Rogers! Watch your six, dammit!” you shouted, hair whipping into your face as you lunged at a stray opponent aiming a gun directly at the back of Steve’s head. Roundhouse kick to his hand and the weapon flung halfway across the room; another blow to the man’s temple and then, he collapsed to the ground in a heavy thud.

“That’s what I have you for, isn’t it?” Steve chuckled from the doorway, turning back with a smirk over his shoulder as he nudged his way into the vault with the edge of his shield. All confidence and charisma and still, his ears were a little pink, his eyes flickering down at the floor by your feet when he held your gaze a moment too long. A hesitancy in his teasing. A sincerity nestled in pale blue eyes.

You chewed on the edge of your lip, unbothered by the coppery taste left behind by the hit of a Hydra agent unconscious at your feet, and you side stepped your way into the vault. Steve stood with his arm extended, gesturing you to lead the way, smile creeping up the left side of his mouth before he followed behind.

This was how things were between the two of you. Flirty banter. Quiet moments. Poking at the tension in the air with the blunt edge of a knife. Careful, but still pressing. Lingering. Waiting in agony until the moment it snapped.

“What is this place?” you asked, covering your nose with the crook of your elbow as a lingering burning sensation filled the air.

The walls were lined with chemicals placed neatly in organized vials, within enclosed glass tubes, and refrigerated syringes. Beautiful bright colors to dull, dreary shades, big and small, carefully sealed, with hazmat suits hanging from the rack at the corner of the room. At the center sat a single metal table with restraints hanging down off the sides.

You stepped closer to it, carefully examining the cuffs made of leather where it cracked along the outside from years of use. You shuddered to think of the men they laid strapped on this cold unforgiving surface, injecting god knows what into their veins.

“This is sick,” you exhaled, dropping the restraint and watching as it swung over the edge of the table.

“It’s Hydra,” Steve replied tensely. “Whatever they have in here, it can’t be good. Let’s just get what we came for and get the hell out.”

You nodded, walking closer to the shelves in search of the small vial Dr. Cho described. Blue in color, almost translucent, a liquid of only a few milliliters in total. If you were lucky it would be labeled NR-829. You didn’t know what it was for, but you weren’t one to ask questions. Steve went along with the mission without hesitation and you followed his lead. You trusted Steve enough for that.

It took a while as you filtered through dozens of unknown chemicals until you found the vial. Tucked in the back of the shelf, hidden behind a series of test tubes and a particularly large glass bottle with a large ‘X’ scribbled in black marker over the cap, the light blue serum sat in wait. You grinned, gently pulling the tube from its stand and holding it up for Steve to see.

“This is why I keep you around,” Steve teased, a sigh of relief etched into his tone.

“Thought you needed me to watch your six, huh?”

“That, too.”

Steve hung his head with a smile so wide on his face it made your stomach twist into knots. Hands planted firmly on his hips, stealing careful glances up at you from under long, thick lashes, you couldn’t help but admire the tenderness he carried. Even under pounds of muscle, a super soldier’s strength running through his veins, and the weight of the world on his shoulders, he still managed to carry an innocence, a lightness, and he was the most beautiful man you’d ever seen.

“We should go,” Steve said after a moment and you nodded quickly, hoping he didn’t notice your staring.

You were just about to place the vial into the small pouch at the edge of your hip when a movement at the edge of the vault froze you dead in your tracks.

A flicker of metallic.

The click of the safety unlatching.

The grunt of a man in vengeance.

Laying on the floor, mouth covered in blood as it drenched down from his broken nose, the man you’d rendered unconscious now aimed a gun in your direction; a sickening grin pealed up along his cheeks to reveal yellowed teeth soaked in red.

Steve’s arm jutted out in front of you, yanking your body quickly out of the line of fire, but the man only smirked. He didn’t attempt to follow in his aim. Instead, he narrowed in on something beyond your position. Something on the shelves.

The gunshot rang out, echoing painfully within the small confines of the vault enough for a violent ringing to pierce in your ears, and still, you heard the glass shatter.

The air filled with the sudden sweet smell of candied apples and caramel; a scent specific to the night Steve dragged you out to Coney Island in efforts to relive his old memories, when you’d spent nearly half the night sitting on the docks prying sticky caramel from your fingers and laughing until your stomach hurt. The way he’d looked at you that night, like maybe all these feelings stirring deep in your chest might not be unrequited, how he’d smiled just enough until it pressed dimples to his cheeks.

No ordinary chemical could produce a smell like that. Not something so specific. Nothing but—

“Oh God.”

Steve was at the doors to the vault, desperately trying to pry his shield between them as the chemical spill must have set off emergency protocols and sealed you inside, but it was no use. He let out a visceral groan as he used all of his force, and still nothing.

“Steve,” you crocked, already feeling the sweat dripping at the nape of your neck. Your eyes glanced back at the emerald green liquid fizzling on the cement floor. The smell was intoxicating, burning almost to the point where it physically ached, and you closed your hands tight into fists.

“What is that?” Steve grunted, finally turning away from the doors. He brushed at his nose, confused, as tried to find the source. “It... it smells like... coffee and—and cinnamon sugar.”

The bakery down the block from the tower. Where you’d taken Steve in the early hours of the mornings when he’d find himself standing in the doorframe of your bedroom, shame lingering in his features and a redness in his eyes. It was a safe haven. An escape. The smell of a pleasant memory.

You’d heard that this chemical had the ability to manifest individually to those it effected, but it still took you by surprise. Drawn on the desires of its host, different to each in its unrelenting path. There was no time to wonder what it meant, why it smelled like the bakery around the corner and the nights you spent with Steve when the nightmares woke him in a blinding panic. There was no time because your eyes kept flickering down the lines of Steve’s body, tracing him hungrily, like a woman starved.

You choked back a moan, squeezing your thighs together as a sudden all-encompassing emptiness tore through you.

“Steve, listen to me,” you tried again, voice a little dry as you stretched your neck away from the collar of your suit, tearing your stare from his body as you focused on the wall in front of you. You zipped down the edge of your suit to your sternum and it only provided an ounce of relief. You were suffocating under it, burning, and you swore if you didn’t get it off soon you might collapse.

Steve didn’t seem to hear you though as he walked towards the exposed chemical on the floor, examining it. “Why expose us to this chemical instead of just killing us? What’s the point? What the hell is this stuff anyway?”

Your legs were crossed at the ankles, thighs pressing tightly together in an effort to relieve some of the ache at your core, but it did nothing. Not when you knew what you needed. Not when he was standing right there.

“Steve, please,” you whined, close to tears, hands gripping tight at the edges of the metal table.

Steve whipped around at the sound of your voice, panicked by the urgency, the desperation in it. His shoulder tensed, eyes darting wide at the sight of you.

The chemical had taken its effect quickly. Your hairline was drenched in sweat, heart pounding so painful in your chest you were certain he could hear it across the room, but what surprised him most was the slight tang in the air, a sweet kind of smell that was only and entirely yours; one he only dared allow himself to notice once before, under the cover of night when he’d walked past your bedroom in and heard the soft whimpers beyond the door.

Your legs were shaking under you, ready to collapse, and Steve darted forward. His hand gripped at your waist, trying to hold you steady.

“Hey, hey, it’s alright,” he cooed sweetly, though there was a panic in his voice as he turned to look back at the sealed exit. He exhaled a heavy breath, pulling you in closer. “I’ve got you. Talk to me. What’s wrong?”

The pressure of his hands was unlike anything you’d ever felt. It was exhilarating, like the touch of lightening to your skin and still, feather soft. It was a jolt of desperation that only worsened the pulsing at your core, the agonizing emptiness you felt between your legs.

You whimpered, shaking terribly in his arms, and then, his hands moved slowly up along your body to cup at your cheeks. He pushed away the damp hairs on your face, sky blue eyes searching yours, trying to understand what was affecting you like this, so concerned, so full of worry, but it was too much.

Your skin was too sensitive; every touch heightened beyond what you’d ever experienced and each rub of his thumb over your cheek bone, each pressured dip of his fingers against your neck, was almost unbearable. Your cunt clenched around air, waiting eagerly to be filled and used and — fuck — you were going to die if you didn’t get that damn suit off now.

“Y/n?” Steve called, though it sounded far away, like a lingering semblance of an echo long carried through a tunnel.

Unable to take it, you tore Steve’s hands away from you, stumbling back until you hit the table with a painful corner to your spine. You whined, shaking, whimpering, and as Steve tried to take another step closer to you, you held up a desperate hand.

“It’s not effecting you as quickly because—because of the serum,” you gasped, trying to find your breath as a hand slipped under your collar, pushing down at the zipper on your suit in search of relief, “but it will. It will, Steve, and we—we have to—God, we’ll die if we don’t, but—”

“What are you talking about? What’s happening to you?” Steve demanded, trying to step closer to you, to reach out in comfort, but you flinched away. You still had some semblance of control, even if your dignity was in pieces. You wouldn't dare let him touch you again until he understood what this was, until he could have some kind of choice.

“The chemical,” you shuddered, pointing to the shattered vial on the floor, “it’s the extract of the pollen Tony warned us about in Brussels.”

Steve narrowed his eyes. Brussels was almost three years ago but he remembered it well. They’d been tasked with infiltrating a Hydra base attempting to create an army of enhanced super soldiers by pairing the gifted with their knock off experiments. Creating offspring artificially wasn’t an option, it seemed, and well, Hydra needed to convince their participants to engage.

Realization hit Steve like a truck and he stumbled back, eyes wide. “N-No, it’s can’t be. That stuff should have been destroyed when we blew up the base...”

“Should have been,” you repeated, nodding slowly as you shrugged your shoulder out of the suit. The cool air touched your skin and it was instant relief. Teeth clenched, lump in your throat, you looked at Steve. “We don’t have a lot of time. I—I have to get this off. I feel like I’m burning alive...”

“Okay, okay,” Steve nodded, rushing towards you to help. You choked back a whine as his fingers touched over bare skin, slipping under your suit as he helped peel away the skin tight fabric until it dropped down over your thighs and was left in a pile on the floor.

Left only in your sports bra and panties, Steve started to evert his eyes, even as his breathing started to pick up in pace. It was affecting him slower than it did you, but it was still in his veins, it was still coming for him.

“Steve,” you gasped, your hands fumbling with the band of your bra, trying to pull it over your head. Your nipples were pebbled hard, the touch of the fabric agonizing against the buds. Your thighs squeezed tight together and you could feel how soaked through the thin cotton between your legs had become. You could smell it yourself, so you knew Steve could, too.

“Steve, please. I—I need you. It hurts so much…”

Steve swallowed, eyes gazing up at your body as you stripped clean of the remaining material. He tried desperately to hold your eye, but as your hand slipped down between your legs in search of some relief, he followed.

Your fingers dipped in between the folds, swirling in the wetness that dripped down your thighs, and even as you circled in rushed movements, sunk two fingers deep inside you, it did nothing to relieve the ache. It couldn’t be relieved on its own, not without help.

In a surge of pollen-induced confidence, you carefully reached out for Steve’s hand, letting your fingers hook around his as hooded eyes gazed up to a startling pale blue and the bite of teeth over pink, swollen lips. Slowly, you guided Steve’s hand closer to your core and when you were met with no resistance, replaced your fingers with his own, pushing his touch to the heat between your legs.

He shuddered as the wetness dripped over him, fingers moving of their own accord and circling sweetly at your clit. It was like fire through your veins, rendering you outside of yourself, and still, you needed more.

“You’re alright, sweetheart,” Steve whispered, running a free hand through your hair, but you could only whine in response, resting your forehead to his shoulder.

Hands curled into the thick fabric of his suit, dipping into the muscle in his arms as you tried to focus on the pressure on your clit, how his fingers swirled and circled and pressed and flicked at the sensitive bundle of nerves, but that emptiness lingered. It screamed at you, tore through your body and consumed you, begging to be filled, to be abused and used.

“More,” you begged, too far lost to the effects of the pollen to feel shame for the tremors in your voice or the neediness with which you rolled your hips to his fingers. “Please, Steve. I—I can’t. I need—”

“Okay, I’ve got you,” he said quickly, a softness in his tone as he helped ease you up onto the metal table. It was cold against your exposed skin, though it supplied no relief to the fever lighting like flames within your veins.

You called his name again, a desperate cry, and Steve gently ran his hands down your curves, slipping over your hips and thighs and gently returning to where you needed him. It was like he was trying to hold onto some kind of semblance of romance or affection amongst the intensity of the pollen igniting dangerous levels of dopamine and oxytocin in your brain; like maybe he could fool himself into believing it was real.

“It’s okay. I’m here, sweetheart. Just try to relax for me,” he whispered, sinking two fingers into you, and then a third. It was relief unlike anything else. The slight sting of the stretch, the rub of his knuckles by your entrance, the curving of his fingers deep inside your walls, pressing up against the spot that made your back arch up from the table.

“Fuck, Steve,” you gasped, eyes closed, overwhelmed in the sensations, in the pumping of his fingers and his thumb circling at your clit, the high that started to take over completely and render you in a mess on the table, open and exposed. “Yes! Ah—don't—don't stop!”

Even through your haze, you felt the slight touch of his lips on your forehead. Something so tender, so soft, in stark contrast to the heat of the pollen’s chemical amplifying your senses.

“That’s it,” Steve urged, his breath warm on your skin as your walls began to clench around him. Tighter. Tighter. He pumped his fingers faster, the sounds filling the room enough to draw heat to your face if it wasn’t for the heightened bliss produced by the pollen.

You rolled your hips against his hand, meeting him at his knuckles, begging for more.

More, more, more—

“Let go, doll,” Steve whispered against your ear, breath hot to your skin, “come for me.”

Closer and closer and rising to the very edge of the peak and— nothing.

You whined, a sob breaking through you as the crescendo faded out just before the highest note. Your body collapsed, sinking into hardened metal, exhausted, desperate, aching.

“What is it? What happened?” Steve questioned, panicked.

“It’s not enough,” you gasped. “I need you.”

Steve froze, slowly pulling his fingers from between your legs to find them dripping in your wetness. He closed his hand. “Y/n, I—”

“I need you to fuck me, Steve.”

He shook his head, backing up. “You don’t-- You don’t know what you’re asking.”

“I do. Please, Steve,” you begged, your own fingers circling back at the head of your clit, swirling in the drench of your juices at your core and still, it wasn’t enough. It won’t ever be enough. You needed thick veins and a pulsing heartbeat, rushed thrusts, hands digging to your hips, and the labored pants of a man above you.

You needed him.

“You don’t want this,” Steve argued, determined, though you could see the pollen starting to take its effect. His pupils were blown wide, sweat dripping at the nape of his neck though he tried to brush it away. His legs were trembling.

“The pollen is only enhancing desires that already exist,” you urged, breathy and in gasps as your fingers worked tiredly at your clit and still—nothing. In your haze, you didn’t notice how Steve’s eyes widened at your confession. He stared at you for just a moment longer before he shook the thought from his mind, unwilling to let himself go there.

“Steve, I’m begging you. I gonna—I'm gonna die.”

“No, you’re not. I won’t let that happen.”

He could feel the pollen starting to take it’s hold in his own body and the longer he looked at you, exposed and ready for him, dripping, the sweet smell of your cunt filtering in the air, the closer he came to the losing edge of control.

The serum kept it at bay for a while, but he could feel his cock aching painfully hard under layers of Kevlar. The fabric rubbed against it, creating an almost burning sensation, and he understood why you were so desperate to rid yourself of your clothes.

Jesus – it was a miracle he kept it together as long as he did. He could still feel the squeeze of your pussy on his fingers; the heat, the wetness, the softest most vulnerable parts of you. His hand was sticky in your slick as he clenched his fist, nails digging painfully to his palms.

“Steve, it’s starting to affect you, too.”

He shook his head. “I can deal with it. I’ll handle it on my own.”

“You can’t, Steve. It won’t be enough.”

“It has to be!” he snapped, harsher than he meant to, but the pollen was pushing him towards an edge he wasn’t certain he’d ever come back from. “I can’t-- I won’t let that fucking chemical turn me into a monster!”

Steve groaned, raking his fingers through sweat damped hair and ridding himself of the shield and weapons strapped to his suit. He was panting long before he started shouldering the vault doors again, desperate to lodge his way through.

You closed your eyes, tears slipping past your temples as you laid on the metal table. Shaking, dripping at your core, aching. Your fingers doing nothing to relieve the painful, empty feeling left in Steve’s wake. Chills swept up your spine, like a fever, and you stared up at the ceiling, watching as the tiles swayed over one another, melting and twisting into a blur of grey cement as you listened to Steve’s labored breaths, the grunts in anguish, as he tried to break out of the vault.

But suddenly, it came to a stop.

A heavy exhale. A pained groan. And then—

“How certain are you?”

You propped yourself up on your elbows, vision blurring, dizzy, but you could still see how desperately Steve was trying to hold himself back. His arousal was thick and prominent against his thigh, a wet spot growing at the head, as he rubbed himself through the outside of his pants.

“Y/n,” he asked again, tenser, strained. “How certain are you that it’s only enhancing existing desires?”

“Certain,” you choked out. “I’ve wanted you for a long time, Steve. Since Coney Island.”

Steve gritted his teeth, and you could tell there was a part of him that lingered, wanting to know more, wanting to say something meaningful in return, but the pollen had taken a hold of him and he wasn’t the one in control anymore.

“I can’t hold back.”

You shook your head, heart racing in anticipation. “You don’t have to.”

“You don’t understand, Y/n,” Steve groaned, sliding his hand under his belt in search of some relief, unabashedly stroking himself in full view as his pants circled around his ankles. “I can feel this shit taking over and— I won’t be able to— I can’t hold myself back. Do you understand?”

He took a step closer to you, pulling his jacket off as well until he was naked before you. He paused at the edge of the table, hesitant for a moment, before slowly, he set his hands on the tops of your thighs. You moaned at the sensation, arching up for him, though he didn’t touch you where you needed him most. Instead, he let his hands travel along your legs, sliding all the way down to your ankles before he yanked hard enough to pull your body right to the edge.

You met him with a gasp, hands landing on his chest as you looked up to darkened eyes.

“It’ll be rough,” he gritted out.

You were panting, heart stammering. “I can take rough.”

“I might hurt you.”

“So hurt me, Captain,” you begged, voice low, hands snaking up around his neck.

“Say it again. Tell me you want this. I need to hear it,” he demanded, darker than you’d ever heard him, and still, there was a soft kind of pale blue in his eyes; a lingering piece of that tender, hesitant man you knew who kept his distance, who flirted and teased with shades of pink in his ears. He practically growled as his fingers dug deeper into your thighs.

“I want this,” you said firmly, your left hand raking through his hair, your right slipping down his stomach until you reached his cock. Circling your grip around his shaft, you slowly began to pump him and spread the precum down the throbbing vein underneath. His breath caught in his throat, eyes fluttering closed as he sucked in a harsh breath.

“I want you, Steve,” you whispered against his neck, your lips pressing a kiss to his pulse point before you licked a stripe along his jawline, up to his mouth, where you paused. You caught his eyes for a moment, laced in lust and thick in desire, and you mewled against his lips, “fuck me, Steve. Use me. I’m yours.”

It was hard to tell what was the pollen and what was inherently you, but when it was Steve standing in front of you, his erection sliding at your folds, his eyes gazing hungrily into yours, you couldn’t find it in you to care where the words came from. They were real desires, a real longing, a real desperation you carried deep inside you, hidden under lock and key, and the vial shattered in the back of the room only released them from their cage.

Suddenly, Steve yanked you from the table, spun you around, and held you firmly against him, his breath like fire against your neck. Your back was only kept pressed up against his chest for a moment before he pushed you flush onto the table. The cold of the metal ice against your skin, your cheek pressed onto the surface as he kept you still with a hand on the mid of your back. Your toes barely touched the ground, but Steve had a good hold on your hips with his free hand.

“That’s my girl,” he praised, his hand on your back nestling along your spine, pressing like the keys of a piano. You shuddered under him, trying to squeeze your thighs together but he kept them propped open. “Be a good girl for me, won’t you, baby? Can you do that for me?”

“Y-yes.” Your hands gripped onto the edges of the table, your toes lifting off the ground.

“Gonna let me take what I want from you? Gonna let me use your body how I want? Fuck your tight little cunt? My sweet girl...”

“Yes,” you whimpered, shaking, as the painful aching between your legs grew stronger. “All for you. Just you. Steve... please...”

Steve’s hand gripped to your hips, painful enough to leave bruises but your whole body was stripped to the bare edges, sensitive unlike you’d ever been in your life, and the divots he dug were sweet relief. You ached for more. Whatever he would give you.

You felt the tip of Steve’s cock edging at your entrance and you let out a desperate whine. You tried arched up for him as much as the position would allow, even with Steve’s hand keeping your upper body flattened on the table as he came up to you from behind.

He slid into you with ease, bottoming out in one harsh thrust that nearly jolted the entire table. You gasped, holding onto the surface, reveling in the ache of the stretch, how thick he was pressing you open, stretching you.

“Christ, you’re tight,” Steve grunted, adjusting his grip on your hip. He pulled out, just to the tip, slowly, agonizingly, before he slid back in with a shuddered breath. “So fuckin’ good, baby. Your cunt’s fuckin’ perfect, sweetheart. Shit.”

You’d never heard Steve curse like that. It was foreign in his voice, but God, it was like pure sin. Pieces of him he kept hidden, desires he wouldn’t dare allow to the surface broken free by the pollen littering the air and seeping deep into his veins. A man without boundaries or confinements. A man unleashed.

“Fuck, yes, Steve,” you moaned, gripping so tightly at the edges of the table, you wondered if you might be strong enough to crack it. “God, Steve, don’t stop! Just like that—Just like—ah, fuck—”

He was relentless. Rushed. Desperate. Quick and harsh thrusts of his hips snapping against your ass, his cock throbbing and dragging against clenched walls, spurring on that twist deep in your stomach, bringing you closer and closer to release, to relief.

The noises he made only urged you on, filling the room with cries and screams, his name and yours, uncontained, unfiltered. Through the gasps in his breath, through your name exhaled low in his voice, he muttered praises and curses, his grip tightening, your skin burning against the metal surface with every drag of your body. It was a rush, a high, every thrust, every bruise he pressed into your skin, every inch closer to the peak that left you screaming his name over and over again until finally—

The ground fell out from under you, mountains crashing down, and you cried out through the free fall; impossibly sensitive, withering and desperate to hold on as he chased his own release, prolonging the longest, most intense orgasm you’d ever had, one that left you in near tears, until he came into you, releasing against your walls.

There was a moment of relief, of a comforting stillness. The labored pants of your breaths filling the room and the sticky sweet smell of sex overpowering the long faded scent of the pollen. The dizziness cleared from your mind, the high of the orgasm pulling you fully back to your senses, and you were shocked to find how cold the room had become.

And then the silence started to carry an unease within it.

Steve’s hand released its grip on your hips, on your back, unpeeling away from skin he’d colored under his touch and you tried not to wince at the sting of it because you knew he was watching you. Then, he pulled his softened cock from inside you, slipping out slowly and leaving behind a kind of emptiness that pierced straight through to your chest.

With the desperation gone, the heat of the pollen absent from your veins and a chill in your spine, you turned to find Steve, hoping for something as tender and sweet as the man you knew to offset the bruising on your body and the new kind of ache between your legs; pains you eagerly agreed to and even in your clearest thoughts knew with certainty you had wanted. Still, there was a need for more, something of the man you know Steve to be.

“Steve?”

He was scrambling to put his suit back on. Hands fumbling with his pants until he covered himself, then, quickly began to search around the room. Shaking hands yanked open drawers, throwing around papers and supplies until they covered the floor.

“Steve, hold on a moment...”

“I don’t-- I don’t have anything for you to--” he exhaled harshly, rubbing at his eyes and you realized what he meant. The sticky residue between your legs, his release and yours. He swallowed thickly, and it didn’t slip your notice that he couldn’t meet your eye. “Just-- just give me a second. I’ll-- uh—I'll find something.”

“Stevie, it’s okay,” you tried to tell him, but he couldn’t hear you.

You bent down and grabbed your suit from the floor, stepping into it as his cum had dried along your thighs. You could wash it away later. There was no concern for pregnancy. SHIELD provided all agents with standard birth control. Steve should know that and he should know that Sam would still be waiting on them in the jet, concerned that the coms hadn’t been working for the time you and Steve were trapped down there.

You crossed the room, coming up behind Steve and placing a hand on his bare shoulder. He flinched the moment your fingertips grazed his flushed skin and you pulled away, curling your hand to your chest. He turned to face you, but his eyes were focused on the floor by your feet. Even clothed, standing in front of him as the woman who had loved and adored him for years under the guise of friendship, he couldn’t bear to meet your eye.

A crack nestled in your chest, straight through your heart. God, you just wanted to hold him.

“Steve...”

The vault doors sprang open with a thunderous echo, a clear mist expelling from the ceiling.

A sudden darkness came over Steve’s features, the soft outline of his face turning hard as a growl brewed in his chest. He grabbed the gun from his waistband and bounded toward the exit. Without a moment of hesitation, he fired a single shot at the Hydra agent who had broken the vial of pollen in favor of killing either of you; still laying on the floor, barely even enough time to react to defend himself.

You gasped as a bullet lodged through the man’s head and he slumped over. Deep red pooling around him.

Steve stomped back into the vault, slipped the top of suit back over his head, ran his fingers through his hair to tame the mess. With his back turned to you, he paused.

“You have the vial we came for?” His voice was cold, detached, incredibly unlike the man you knew.

“Y-yes,” you replied, feeling for the small test tube securely placed in the container at your hip. You zipped up your suit to cover the exposed hills of your breasts; even with Steve’s back to you, it left you feeling exposed.

His back straightened, a short nod to himself, and he stepped over the body of the Hydra agent. Boots imprinting into the mess of blood, leaving a trail in their wake as he quickly made his way back to the jet.

You waited until the echoes of his steps disappeared down the hallway and you were left with a deeply unsettling silence. There, you allowed yourself to cry.

part two

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xxgoblin-dumplingxx · 3 years

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Mind The Gap: One

Summary: In an age of Heroes, there's always one more Villain. Can Shang- Chi handle his girlfriend needing to walk a Hero's Journey of her own? And how will he handle the two of you not being the only "people" in your relationship?

“Where are you?”

“I’m safe- well. Relatively speaking.”

“Y/N-” He tightened his grip on the phone like it was a life line. Like if he clung on hard enough, he could find you somehow.

“I promise to explain it all when I get back,” you say slowly, in what you hope is a relaxed tone of voice. It’s a little had to do with a desert Eagle pointed directly at your nose but for Shang-Chi, to keep him out of this you’d try.

“Please,” he whispered. He could hear the difference in your tone. It wasn’t your usual easy going voice. The one that filled him with a sense of calm. There was a sharpness. And under current he’d only heard once before. And it made the hair stand up on the back of his neck.

“Tell Katy I’m sorry I have to miss Karaoke night,” you try, hoping to break his concentration. “I have to go, I love you.”

And before he can get anything else out, the line goes dead. The line goes dead and he can feel a hollow ache in his chest. One that tells him you’re in trouble. Big trouble. And without being able to keep you on the phone, there’s no telling where you went.

“She’s smart,” Xialing said frowning. “Either she’s done this before or she was warned. But we couldn’t get a fix on her.”

“She’s an archive,” Shang Chi said, trying not to sound bitter, “Smart is an understatement.” He folded his arms and looked over Xailing’s shoulder frowning. There had to be a pattern. Something had to make sense. You were a creature of habit. Very particular habits. When you ate and when you slept was a strict schedule. And on the run you’d be trying to hold on to something… Unless that was all part of your cover, too.

“What happens if-”

Shang- Chi felt his head jerk up and his eyes narrow, making Katy flinch reflexively, “If we can’t find her?” he finished.

Katy nodded hesitantly and he exhaled slowly trying to rein in his temper, “I don’t know, but it can’t be good.”

____

You toss your phone away carelessly and listen to the sound of a heavy boot crushing it under heel and scattering the pieces. But still, you don’t look away from the man pointing a gun at you.

“Not bad for a librarian… A little on the nose don’t you think?” he scoffed.

You force yourself into a nonchalant shrug and smile a little, “The best place to hide is in plain sight. At least some of the time.”

And that’s the last thing you managed to get out before that Desert Eagle cracked across the side of your face, sending you into the dark once more.

________

Wenwu watched his son pace, trying to stem the tide of panic. Your phone had gone from ringing out to nothing. Straight to voice mail.

“You got me, leave a message. Or don’t. Whatever.”

“Does she have enemies?”

Shang-Chi exhaled slowly and took a deep breath, “None. At least none that I know about. She avoided the snap but… There’s a bit of time before she wound up in the City she doesn’t really talk about.”

“So she could have enemies?”

He stopped and carded his fingers through his hair, “If not enemies because of who she is then… maybe because of what she is.”

“What she is?”

Shang Chi nodded reluctantly. He wasn’t even sure he completely understood. He only knew that your brother had warned him. Told him that there were things you could do that were… rare. That might attract attention. And he wasn’t sure if he could share that information. Even if it might bring you home. He pinched the bridge of his nose and sighed. For all he knew you could be dying. You could be dead and it could already be too late. But if there was a chance… No matter how small, he could take your anger. He could take you never speaking to him again. As long as he knew you were alive.

She’s an- an Archive,” he said slowly. “At least. That’s what the world knows them as now, I guess.”

He watched in apprehension as he saw his Father’s eyes widen in understanding and it was clear that he’d met, or at least heard of the Archives before.

“What does she hold?” he asked, seriously.

“Secrets. Things that are hidden.”

Even as Shang-Chi heard himself say the words, he knew he didn’t understand, not really. That had been what your Brother had told him. Quickly. Quietly. While you were distracted with a tea kettle and getting out the mugs. And even his most intense searches could turn up no information.

“Secrets?” Wenwu repeated, “Such as?”

And all Shang-Chi could do was shrug. He’d seen you at work. Your fingers brushing the spines of books. Tenderly. Almost lovingly. And he’d thought that it was cute. That it was an extension of your curiosity. A love of knowing. He thought of the way you’d told him once that Libraries were where you felt at home. Where you felt safe. He thought of the evenings when he came to walk you home. The serenity in the security lights. The way you smiled at him. And his chest throbbed. The secrets you knew probably didn’t include any martial arts.

“I don’t know,” he admitted, leaning heavily against the table, hanging his head. “The only information I have came second hand from her brother. And even then, he only told me that she isn’t human. At least not all human.”

He didn’t like to think about it. And he didn’t like to think about the distance he tried to put between you when he found out. Or how that distance had lead him here. The reaction that had made you avoid coming to him for help. He felt the hand on the back of his neck. But it didn’t register. Not really. In the back of his head, he could hear you. A casual fact. Things about Aliester Crowley. Or Agrippa. Or the Knights Templar.

You’d always written off questions about it as being a weird kid. Or by reminding people that you had a doctorate in Anthropology. But it wasn’t… It never felt like that. It felt like you had just… said it.

Shang Chi didn’t need to be looking at his father to know he was frowning. Thinking. “If we can’t get to her, I need to try to call her brother.”

“What is her brother?”

“An engineer,” Shang Chi said smiling a little. And a former Marine. But he was going to keep that to himself. He had a hunch that your best chance wasn’t going to involve his Father going on a recruiting mission simultaneously.

Wenwu’s frown deepened but he nodded as he watched his son pull a card from his wallet and dial the number.

“Kai-”

“We have a problem,” Shang Chi said quickly, “Y/N is missing.”

“Missing missing or went camping for a couple days?”

“Missing, Missing,” he clarified, “I got a phone call an hour ago and she hung up before we could trace it.”

“Let me call you back-”

And the line went dead before he could say more. “Shit,” he hissed. He wasn’t sure what Pandora’s box had been opened with that phone call. And he hated bumbling around in the dark. He hated not knowing if you were safe. If you were hurt.

“He said he’d call back,” Katy said helpfully, “Maybe he’s calling family.”

“I don’t know if there’s any family to call,” he said pinching the bridge of his nose. He could kick himself for not pressing you for answers. He hadn’t because he’d not been prepared to give you any. He still wasn’t sure he wanted to drag you into his life but. It was looking more and more like he might not have any choice.

When the phone in his hand rang he almost dropped it and had to fumble with it for a second before he could answer, “Kai-”

“I’m assuming you aren’t alone,” the other man said shortly, “I’ll text you the coordinates. Get there as quickly as you can. I’m not sure if we’re going to extract her or clean up the mess. Those idiots have a tiger by the tail and they don’t even know it.”

The call ended and all Shang-Chi could do was stare at the phone for a second, “What the fu-”

“Y/N,” Katy demanded, “Our Y/N? The dirty chai loving, vintage wearing Y/N that cried for 30 minutes at the end of the brave little toaster?”

“Evidently-” he sighed, rubbing the back of his neck.

“Does anyone else here have a secret badass origin story?” she yelped, “What the hell?”

_________

The coordinates were, So far as anyone could tell, in the middle of nothing. A waste land of tall grass and trails left by herds of cattle in Montana.

But, even without asking he knew he was in the right place. There was a palpable sense of… mayhem in the air. Like the feeling before a nasty storm. Rising anxiety and energy crackling on the wind. Everyone was affected and everyone was quiet.

It wasn’t until they got closer that Shang-Chi and Katy could pick Kai out of the small knot of people. And it was something of a comfort that he looked relaxed. Or at least unconcerned.

“Hey,” Kai said taking a slow drag off his cigarette and exhaling a cloud of smoke towards the sky. He didn’t seem the least Perturbed that Shang-Chi hadn’t come alone. Or that they were all dressed for a fight.

“What-”

“We’re waiting,” Kai said shrugging. “She’s got to take the vortex apart. Then we mop up whatever comes out of it.”

Almost on cue, a Motor Cycle comes roaring over the flat ground as an explosion rattled the ground beneath their feet. “2 hell hounds and at least a baker's dozen in demons, grades 4 to 2.” The words sound like they're coming from you but. You don’t look like you. Skin coated in soot and eyes shining like silver in moonlight. It makes Shang-chi want to shake you.

“Y/N-” He starts, but when you look at him, he doesn’t know what to say. Or where to start.

“You’ll know what it is when you see it,” you say, spitting a mouthful of blood into the grass. “Take it down quickly. Headshots. If it doesn’t go down run for me. Demons don’t play. And, I make better bait. The rest of you are kinda like designer purses. Nice to have but ultimately disposable.”

“Is the vortex closed?” Kai asked grinding the cigarette out with his heel.

“With half the Golden Dagger on the other side of it. Everyone else scattered before I could get anything else for Lea.”

And then there wasn’t time for you to answer anything else. As the small hoard surged into the open field, Kai almost lazily tossed you the other sword he’d had strapped across his back and it was all a blur.

You were a blur. Almost preternaturally fast as you dismembered the bodies that hurtled towards you. It wasn’t until the last demon crackled on the fire that you crumpled like paper, sagging heavily against Shang-Chi who had made his way to your side.

“Shi-” he caught you, if only just. The dead weight taking him by surprise. And the warmth of the blood running over his hands. He could only gasp before the rest of Kai’s team descended like a plague of helpful locusts, loading you quickly onto the nearest stretcher and starting to try and repair the damage.

“I wonder how long she was out,” Kai mused, lighting another cigarette. “Or if she remembers anything. She doesn’t always.”

Shang- Chi opened his mouth to ask, wiping blood off his lip with the back of his hand, but Kai only shook his head. “She told you she’d explain. Let her do it.”

“Will she be okay?” He heard himself ask, but as he watched you loaded into a helicopter, nothing felt real. He’d just watched you dismember a demon. You’d looked at him… But hadn’t seen him. You didn’t look at him like you even knew who he was.

“She will,” Kai answered, looking at him sympathetically. “It takes time… but. The Archive has a vested interest in keeping her alive.”

____________

“Hey.”

“You look like hell.”

“Gee thanks,” you sigh, wincing as you try and sit up straighter. “You should see the other guy.”

“I did,” he said. And he can’t stop the frown when he looks down at your hands. They’re clean now. No trace of the black blood you’d been coated in. You looked like you. Your eyes were the same color that they’d always been.

“I’m sorry that I lied,” you tell him. “That I didn’t come clean when you came back from Ta-lo with Katy. I just… I guess I was still holding out hope that I could be normal.” You look away from him, taking a deep breath. “Becoming an Archive… I always hoped it wouldn’t be me. And then it was. And it was… it was a blessing and a curse.”

“You weren’t born an Archive?”

You shake your head and exhale slowly, “I was born a witch. If Lea and my grandmother can be believed, the most powerful witch born into this family in 400 years. I became An Archive when I was 12.” You swallow hard and take the hand that reaches for yours. “It- I remember the pain. I don’t remember much from before. I remember smoke and screaming. And I remember… I remember hunters and- and- when I woke up I was here.”

Shang-Chi squeezed your hand and reached up to touch your cheek, wiping away tears with his thumb. He’d been ready to be angry. He’d been hurt. But now all he wanted was to pull you closer. “The scars on your back-”

“I’ve been told it’s best that I don’t know,” you murmur. “Lea- She knows but.” You stop and take another deep breath.

For a moment, there is silence. It stretches out around the two of you while Shang-Chi digests those pieces of information and you try to try to put together a coherent explanation. Beyond the door, you can hear voices mingling in the kitchen. Katy. Kai. Lea. Wenwu. Xialing. Cousins. Your Grandmother. Both familiar and strange.

“What’s the last thing you remember?” Shang- Chi asked quietly.

“Calling you… I know I told you I’d explain I just- I don’t know how.”

Shang-Chi smiles a little, “It’s probably harder given there’s a lot you don’t remember.”

“A little,” you murmur. “Sometimes, the Archive condescends to tell me what they’ve been doing with my body but other times? It feels a little like waking up from closing down the Karaoke bar.”

“How much time are you missing now?”

“A day. Maybe two. I’m not sure.”

“What’s the longest time span you don’t remember?”

“Close to a year,” you sigh. “If my physical body is in danger, The Archive will take the driver’s seat until the danger has passed OR It’s deemed that I can handle it on my own… Now that I’m older and I’ve grown into the powers I was given I spend a lot more time driving.”

“Even when you’re with me?”

“The Archive seems to think it can trust you. Though if it’s just with my physical body or with the things we know I’m not sure. Sometimes it views those things as one and the same.”

“Do you- I mean. When we’re alone?”

“You mean when we’re having sex?” The blush that blooms over his cheeks makes you smile a little. “I mean. The Archive lives in my head. Sometimes it has notes though… I don’t know how it would know-”

“Notes?”

You nod and roll your eyes. And even if he’s confused and a little offended, he can’t help but chuckle, “What kind of notes?”

“Ugh-” you groan, “No. We’re not humoring the freeloader in my head.”

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wornoutmouse · 3 years

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Can you please do a Midnight x Reader x Aizawa? After the one we’re the reader was stuck in elevator, my mind has been racing with the idea.

When I tell you my ability to focus was so bad while writing this one it’s not even funny. But alas these requests are to help me practice when I have to write random stuff in college

After the first initial “meeting” between you and Aizawa, you two came to an understanding. And by understanding you mean he would find you after class and fuck you behind a random closet or classroom. You felt the slightest bit cheap as you slipped your panties over your used cunt, but you still could “feel the love” as Aizawa walked you to your dorm room for the rest of the evening.

Something that you couldn’t help but notice, however, was the way pro-hero Midnight began showing a little more than a passing interest in the relationship that you and the hero teacher had shaped for each other.

Often she’d stop the two of you on your weekly path back to your quarters with baseless conversation as her hands conveniently found themselves touching you in some shape or form. “Y/n, my young hero friend, you are looking absolutely delectable today!” You laugh tiredly as Midnight slung her arm over your shoulder.

As the two of you walked, Midnight busied herself with small talk. The feeling of her thumb tracing the skin on your neck sent tremors down your spine and it took inner strength for you not to react when the rough pad of her finger dragged against a far-from-faded hickey left behind by her colleague.

“What’s with the stiffness my dear?” She mumbled out lowly against your ear with a small smirk on your face. You ignore her as you walk into your room and thank her for the company. A chill of both fear and slight curiosity overtook your features as a knowing look crossed the woman’s face.

These passing interactions went over your head completely as weeks went by and for a while, the strange behavior was completely forgotten in your mind. It only came to your attention again when you entered your room and found both teachers of interest waiting for you in your room.

It was silent as you sat your book bag next to your closet. Aizawa was leaning against your left wall while Midnight was seated on your bed, legs crossed in elegance. “What’s going on in here?”

Shouta looks at Midnight in a way to signal her silence for now. “Nemuri and I want to propose an.... experiment of sorts.” The way they were both looking at you left little to the imagination regarding what these ‘experiments’ would entail.

Midnig- Nemuri, sat up straighter with renewed interests as her dark purple eyes raked over your form. “You just don’t realize how long I’ve been thinking of sinking my teeth in a spry young thing like yourself!” You were taken aback due to the unexpected statement.

Aizawa shrugged off his jumper while watching you venture further into your room. The atmosphere was heavy, and from your hero training, you could tell both bodies were tense as if waiting for you to bolt at any minute. The average person would in most circumstances, but you felt a tremor of excitement from the thought of a new experience.

You confidently walked towards Nemuri, placing your hands on her shoulders as you came to straddle her. “Oh, we have a passionate one on our hands!” Aizawa’s deep chuckle could be heard from behind you, distracting you for just enough time that Nemuri could pull you closer. “Well we’ve been screwing long enough, it would be a shame if she was still jumpy.”

Her hands were different from the familiar ones of Shouta’s that you had come accustomed to. While his hands were large and battle-worn, hers were soft and petite but still managed to hold the same power a great hero should.

Nemuri wasted no time fondling your plump ass as her eyes studied you predatorily. Outside your line of sight, Aizawa had settled down on a small stool you had in the corner of your room. The lower half of his jumper was still pulled up his legs with only his dick being in view. Neumuri kissed you deeply and you can faintly taste a sweet lip bomb on her mouth.

When you pull away, a small smirk is rested on her plump lips as she licks them. Leaning to look behind you she sends Shouta a look, “You mind if I hinder our darling a bit?”

“Do whatever you want but I am getting impatient.” Nemuri wasted no time shoving you off her lap and pushing you back down on the bed. Delving her hand in her cleavage, she pulls out a dark blue fabric. Getting the message, you scoot closer and relax as you felt warm silk being tied around your eyes.

The loss of one sense, heightened others, making the room seem larger than it had before. Your clothes are removed one by one making a small noise as it crumples to the floor. Sitting naked in a room you can’t see, as hands roam your body like a map. You feel them slide along your slick ponytail that had long since become frayed from sweat.

Your legs are raised to rest on presumably Nemuri’s shoulders and you reflexively look down though your sight was hindered. A shiver crawled up your spine from her warm breath hitting your thighs. The mattress dips next to you and your head is turned with a firm hand, “Open your mouth.” You smirk, “I don’t even get a please?”

Aizawa grunts and his thumb tapped your chin impatiently. You open your mouth, allowing your tongue to rest over your bottom teeth, and no time is wasted when Aizawa rubs the head of his dick on your wet muscle. An equally wet muscle is pressing against your ass and you make a noise of confusion.

Nemuri’s silky voice is heard slightly muffled, “Relax, and let me take care of you dear.” Her request is followed as you allow Aizawa to turn your head more in order to push his cock deeper inside. You wrap your lips around his shaft but your face is tapped again, “Don’t suck, just let me use your throat.”

A slight huff is all you can do before relaxing your jaw and letting him buck his hips against your chin. The salty musk emanating off of him was familiar and you quickly fell into your comfortable position as a breathing fleshlight.

Aizawa’s movements were lazy and self-pleasuring but Midnight had other plans. The rapid movements her tongue made were short yet precise as it coaxed your clit from under its protective hood. She could feel your heartbeat on her tongue every time she dragged the rough muscle over the fleshy button so it was only so long until your pussy was wet enough to start painting her face and chin.

Nevertheless, she continued fascinated by your personal fragrance and taste.

Two pairs of predator-like eyes gazed at your lax body as it sat poised with feminine grace. You had soft curves in all the right directions with a nice squish factor. The feeling of strong trained legs on Nemuri’s shoulders, gave her a sense of duty and power when they began to twitch every so often.

Atop your head, Aizawa’s fingers twitched with the urge to clench hair too gelled down to breakthrough. “Oh, your mouth is so damn sexy and hot for me.” Nemuri giggled, stopping for a breath, “I don’t know how you don’t spend time down here for hours.” Your eyes were half-closed as your lust-ridden state forced your eyes to only focus on the black abyss the silk cloth around your eyes.

The rumbling sound you made as Nemuri returned to your cunt, vibrated Shouta’s balls making them tighten as he spurted hot cum down your throat. You swallowed it as you were taught long ago and wait for further instructions. Aizawa would be out of commission having already come twice today so now you were at the mercy of the fragrance hero.

Licking her lips, Neumuri sucked on her fingers making them slick with saliva before pressing them inside you all the way to the knuckle. Her hands poked and prodded with every twist of her wrist as she switched from rubbing your wall to searching for your most sensitive spots. “Shouta dear, can you please get me my things.”

Behind you, still on the bed, Aizawa grumbled, “You get it yourself woman.” Nemuri huffed with a pout you couldn’t see and you clenched down as her fingers exited you. The shuffling movement from every corner made you more aware of your vulnerable position. You squeaked as a calloused hand came down with a hard slap before its respective finger resumed Nemuri’s pace.

Your back arches as you grinding against his hand behind for stimulation against your thriving clit. You can hear a liquid being squeezed out of a bottle but your focus is taken once again as Aizawa’s other hand pinches at your nipple.

You turn your head to follow the steady noise of footsteps coming closer. A faint sweet smell filled your nose, “What is that?” Lips press gently against yours, Nemuri moans as she caresses your bottom lip with her tongue. “Just a relaxer my dear, no need to fret.”

As the scent got stronger, your skin felt warmer, the constant circles Aizawa’s finger rubbed onto your clit felt like flames. Your back arched and sweat gathered on your brow. “She’s getting very sensitive.” Aizawa chuckled. From behind you could feel his interests peeking in thoughts of another round.

Your hips bucked uncontrollably when you feel the head of Nemuri’s artificial cock rubbing against you. “Please!” You rolled your eyes behind your blindfold at the sound of your teachers cooing at you mockingly.

Midnight positions her strap against your twitching hole. Angling her hips, Midnight dips the head of it inside of you, watching you clench around it before she pulls it away. Aizawa’s fingers form a V surrounding your cunt as he rubs soothingly around it, no longer touching your clit directly. “You guys are assholes, please just fuck me.” You squirm against Aizawa, not appreciating the small minuscule touches they give you.

Your legs are hoisted further and your body scoots down. Ironically Aizawa’s exposed member rubs against your head in the process but you have no time to dwell on it once Nemuri thrusts inside of you. “Fuck!” Experienced hips are slamming against you as Midnight fucks you with precision. “Come on pretty girl, cum for Ms. Midnight.”

Your thoughts, jumbled by the constant in and out motions of Nemuri, and you are unable to decipher who the order is coming from. Either way, you find yourself yelling with pleasure. Aizawa turns your head to the side and you feel something wet, sliding along your face. “You’re being too loud.” It’s a brief struggle to get him in your mouth as the force of Nemuri’s thrusts forces your body up against Aizawa’s, but the taste of old cum is immediate yet weak on your tongue as you lick around his needy cock.

Nemuri leans over you more, grinding against you while simultaneously stimulating herself. High moans leave her soft pink lips and Shouta wastes no time devouring them. Teeth clatter together as Nemuri struggles to focus on fucking you. Aizawa knows just how to kiss Nemuri to make her legs weak. You whimper feeling her large chest against your face and you give up Aizawa’s cock in favor of sucking on her pert nipples. The sound of her pretty moans quickly becomes your favorite as fingers try once again to curl into your slicked hair, this time succeeding due to the sharp pain your teeth deliver from nibbling on the warm mounds.

Sitting up, Nemuri shimmies out of her harness. You both moan as she grinds your squishy mound against hers, combing your fluids in a sinful mixture. You grip her hips and raise yours to add more friction. The sound of your sweet essence flowing makes Aizawa throb painfully. However, instead of disrupting your impending orgasms, he helps by slotting his hand between the both of you causing the roughness of his hand to provide more friction. “Yes, Please.” “I’m so close.” is all that can be muttered.

The nonchalant look Aizawa gave, could only be described as loving admiration while he watched Nemuri hold your face ever so gently to be brought into a lustful kiss. It’s messy the way your tongues intertwine each other in fruitless attempts at muffling the sobs wracking your bodies as you cum over each other. Aizawa pulls his hand away and scoffs when he notices how wet his fingers are. Nemuri takes them and licks around his fingers to clean them while you watch from below with drooping eyes.

As tired as you both are, Aizawa makes it known that you weren’t done till he was done. The smell of sweat and musk is evident as Aizawa angles his lower body over your face. You open your mouth, sucking on his balls gently meanwhile Nemuri takes on the task of deep throating him. The view of two beautiful women such as yourselves sucking him off was almost too much as he tossed his head back in a low groan.

Inside your mouth, you can feel his balls go from twitching orbs to impossibly tight as he moaned brokenly above. The sound he makes is almost as pitiful as a squeak when Neumri sucks hard for the final time. Her throat is flooded with cum that she shamelessly swallows down despite the most likely off-putting taste. “Always a slut aren’t you Midnight?”

She wipes her face with the grace of a queen only to lick the excess cum off her fingers with the mannerisms of a commonplace whore. “Only for you Shouta.”

In the end, you never did get the blindfold taken off.

#aizawa x reader #midnight x reader #mha smut #black reader #mha x black reader

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oneaddishun · 3 years

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Slow Hands

THIS MIGHT SEEM CONFUSING, SO...

ITALICS- THE STORY OF LAST NIGHT

REGULAR- PRESENT SCENARIO

INDENTED- LYRICS TO SLOW HANDS

You woke up to the smell of fresh coffee. Your eyes flutter open. You look around yourself and realize you were not at your home. Where were you?

You were at Niall's.

How you ended up here was still a mystery to you. Apparently, you were pretty drunk last night and now you have a hangover. Very slowly, you slide out from the plush duvet. Your eyes were wide open when you realized that you were stark naked from your waist down. On the upper half, you were wearing a thin, grey oversized shirt which obviously wasn't yours. You were wearing nothing besides that shirt.

You gasped.

"Please... Jesus Christ... I better not have lost it..." You mumble as you walk out of the room. You said so because you were a virgin.

You went to the living room and sure enough, Niall was sitting on the couch with a cup of coffee in one hand and a pencil in the other. Some papers rested on his lap.

He looked up and got up when he saw you. He was wearing his boxers. Nothing else. His hair were tousled in a sexy way. This sight alone was enough to make you weak on your knees.

He had a smirk plastered on his face. He stopped walking when he was directly in front of you. Then his face was expressionless. Your mind was swirling with questions. But one question that you really wanted to ask the most was,

"What happened?"

"You were," he replied. "A virgin?"

You look at your feet and nod your head. His intimidating presence could make you faint any time now. The word he said was enough to tell you what happened. He said it- 'were'. Past tense. Not anymore.

"What happened?" you repeat.

In response he shoved the papers into your chest and you put your hand on them to prevent them from falling. He walked away without saying a word. You read the title,

Slow Hands

"What's this Niall?" you yell from your position.

"Proof that you're not as innocent as people tink," he replied in a strong Irish accent. "This is what happened last night."

You read the document and scenarios started flashing in your head. Scenarios of last night. Each line held a story behind it. Niall had written a whole song about last night...

We should take this back to my place

That's what she said right to my face

A very drunk you had called Niall last night. You were at the bar and definitely not aware of what shit you were doing. You called him and started ranting about how irritating he was.

The enmity between you and Niall was very popular amongst your friends.

"Where are you?" he asked after your long lecture was over.

"See? You're so nosy. That's why you're irritating," you reply instead of answering his question.

About an hour later, Niall was on the bar stool beside you with a Guinness in his hand. He had somehow found out where you were and being the nosy person he is, he came over and got tipsy with you.

It first started at flirty arguments. Then it turned into a hot make out session.

"We should take this back to my place," you whispered between the kisses.

"No, mine," he asserted.

You sank down on the dining chair reading the song and remembering the previous night. It was exactly what had happened. You read the next lines and opened your eyes wide in shock.

'Cause I want you bad

Yeah, I want you baby

"Why not mine?" you had questioned.

"Because I want you bad," he replied and kissed you again.

"Yeah?"

"Yeah I want you baby," he planted another kiss. "And my house is closer than yours,"

I've been thinking 'bout it all day

And I hope you feel the same way

Fifteen minutes later, you were completely stripped except for your panties, and lying on his bed. He was kissing you all over your body. You thanked heavens that you were drunk because there was no way you could've done this sober.

He went down south with each kiss until he reached the hem of the only piece of clothing you were wearing. You moaned when he cupped your sex.

He looked up at your face and made eye contact. Then, without losing the contact, he ripped off your panties exposing you completely. You felt a bit shy now but you were more intoxicated. Not just by the alcohol, but also by his presence.

He took a good look at you. "Damn! I've bin tinking 'bout it all day. Yer beautiful," He said before going down on you.

'Cause I want you bad

Yeah I want you baby

"Jesus Christ!" you exclaim. "Did this really happen?!"

"Mmhmm," he replied nonchalantly from the kitchen. "Every nitty gritty detail,"

You went on reading.

Slow, slow hands

Like sweat dripping down our dirty laundry

No, no chance

That I'm leaving here without you on me

He worked his hands slowly on your core, rubbing smoothly. His tongue lapped at your clit as he was gently pushing you to your orgasm. Just when you were about to lose it, he stopped all the movement. He looked at your face. It was then that you realized that despite all the drama, you actually liked Niall. A bead of sweat trickled down his neck towards the collar of his black shirt which was already drenched with his sweat.

Then in a trice, he flipped you over so now you were on the top. You had never been with a man before, let alone sit on his erect hard on.

"Are you sure?" you asked him.

"Der's no chonce yer goin' back widaout being on top of me,"

You hesitantly start unbuckling his belt.

I, I know

Yeah I already know that there ain't no stopping

Your plans and those

Slow hands

You know there was no going back at this point. Only going ahead.

"Yeah babe, there ain't no stopping now," he said.

You had said the last part out loud. Your ears were ringing in anticipation as his belt was fully unbuckled. You opened his button and fly. He was wearing black boxer briefs underneath which came off soon enough.

His length was now fully exposed to you in full glory. While you were working on his lowers, he had managed to take off his shirt. He smelt like lavenders.

His hands trailed on the sides of your body. Wherever his skin came in contact with yours, goosebumps started rising. His hands trailed northwards and plunged his thumb in your mouth. You licked it hungrily.

You swiftly pinned his hands to his sides, preventing them from motion.

"I've got some plans," you smirked.

I just wanna take my time

we could do this baby all night

Yeah, 'cause I want you bad

Yeah I want you baby

One whole hour had passed and you had had three orgasms. None of you showed any trace of stopping. You were bouncing on his cock, ecstatic from the fact that it was Niall who took your virginity tonight. You realized that he had still not climaxed even once.

"I just wanna take me time, love. We can do this all night." he said when you urged him.

Fingertips putting on a show

Got me now when I can't say no

Wanna fuck with you all alone

Take me home

You slithered your hand down to where you were connected. You let out a loud moan while doing so. The pads of your fingers brushed against his balls and you knew where to grip now.

You squeezed his balls gently earning a deep growl from his throat. His back arched up as he squeezed his eyes shut. You knew you hit the right chord.

"Niall James Horan," you declared. "Will you cum or not?"

"Yes - ah - yes I will!!!"

"Good cause I'm so close... Shit!" you went faster. You were on the brink of another climax when-

"Hold it!" he demanded. You knew what he wanted. He wanted you to cum with him. You painfully held it in you till you were sobbing. Even though you were on top, Niall was still the dominant person here.

When you couldn't hold it in, you squeezed his balls again. This time, harshly. Your fingertips put on a great show on his scrotum. This sent him over the edge.

Your eyes rolled back and your toes curled as you felt hot spurts of his seed fill up your contracting walls.

This was the best feeling ever. Your head began to sway as you lost your senses. You collapsed on him. You fainted on his cock.

....

"What do ya think- or remember?" Niall asks, taking the seat beside you.

"Excuse me? You wrote a whole damn song on this?" you ask with confusion.

"Mmhmm... Stayed up all the night. Inspiration can come from anywhere," he gave you a playful grin.

An awkward moment of silence took over on the dining table.

He stood up and without wasting a moment, kissed you on the lips. His tongue swirled in your mouth since you easily allowed him entrance.

He broke away from the kiss. "I wouldn't mind writing another one,"

You kissed him again. "Then let's skip all the small talk and go straight up to your room!"

He smirked sexily.

"Yeah. Small Talk."

#rough daddy niall #niallsmut #here's holy water for you #niallhoransex #niall smut #niall horan sex #niallhoran #niall horan #niall imagine #solo niall #niall pics #nialler #niall james horan #shit i'm dead #holy water #and also the bible #the bible

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atinymommy · 3 years

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𝒑𝒍𝒂𝒚𝒊𝒏𝒈 𝒃𝒚 𝒕𝒉𝒆 𝒐𝒅𝒅𝒔 ༄ 𝒋𝒉𝒔

🍼 ⇢ ˗ˏˋ — JUNG HOSEOK; j-hope

☁️. . . ⇢ happy hobi day! i'm aware that this is a new years au but let's just not talk about it ok? difnfkskdkcj✧ ೃ༄

╰┈➤ cussing; MAJOR teasing;

nipple stim; hickeys; groping;

grinding; pegging;

fingering; slight exhibitionism;

degrading; aftercare;

petnames

(a/n: die is the plural of dice, just to avoid confusion lmao nobody dies in this story wodncnsjsj)

"i hope you're ready." you teased, smirking, as you shook the two cubes in your fist before rolling them over the table. both pairs of eyes hawked over each side the die rolled onto, until it came to a stop. it was hard to miss the smile that quivered at hoseok's lips.

both of you were intoxicated. the intention was only to celebrate being roommates for a year while it was moments before the clock struck into 2021. this had started two hours ago and ended up being a lot more than just two people rejoicing in abiding under the same roof.

hoseok had started talking about this game his friends had bought him for his birthday, with the biggest flush of red marking his cheeks and ears. you've always thought he was the cutest. he was the best roommate you could've ever asked for, and honestly a really good friend too.

which is how you both had ended up on the floor, snacking on some junk food and sipping on some alcoholic beverages. tonight you two had gotten as honest and open you probably ever will. hobi told you that he didn't date much because he didn't like the pressure of being the one to take charge. you nodded, agreeing with him about how frustrating the role men have to play in relationships are. two opposites ranting over the same topic.

"okay, got ahead." hoseok giggled as he removed his sock and wiggled his toes in your face. if you weren't under the influence, you would have found this less comedic and definitely wouldn't have popped one of his toes into your mouth for a mere millisecond. "that was by far the weirdest sensation i've ever felt." his face was red with laughter.

weakly you reached for the die and strewed them over the tabletop.

the laughter died out and the both of you just stared at each other - the die engendering a thick room as either of you processed the outcome. "w-we don't have to play anymore if you don't want to..." hobi's usually stentorian voice thinning at the end of his suggestion.

possibly it was his sudden shy behaviour around you or the lack of sincerity in his voice when he spoke those words but you drew closer to him, bringing your face directly in front of his. "why? are you scared, hobi?" you taunted, observing his eyes widen and the air caught in his throat. slowly you brought your lips to his ear, whispering, "unless you want to stop..."

hoseok closed his eyes and went for it. your taunting tone mocking him into acting on his true desires in that moment. he did as the die had dared him and he began nibbling on your neck, hearing you gasp lowly in his ear motivated him. when you ran your fingers through his hair was when he began to suck harshly, causing you to tug at his roots and moan as he brought blood up to the surface.

he pulled away, needing to refill his lungs and to evaluate the marks against your skin. you, yourself, wanted to see so you looked for your phone and opened your camera. smirking, you touched the area along your pulse. "not bad for someone who didn't want to play."

you put your phone away and hobi was already throwing the dice again.

the male gasped when he read them. lick + nipples.

"i-i don't kn-ow, y/n..." the male seemed unsure and fidgety, but the hard on in his pants betrayed him.

"i'll show you mine if you show me yours?" you suggested, to which he nodded in agreement to. both of you folded your fingers under the hems of your shirts, anticipating. "one.."

"two... three." you lifted your shirt over your head, throwing the clothing item aside, and looked over to hoseok. your eyes took him in for a moment. your heart was racing at the thought of him eating up every crevice and bump on your body but, thankfully, your mind was too fogged and occupied at the moment. instinctively you reached for him, feeling his heart beat under your hands as you roamed his chest slowly, and he just gazed up at you.

you took his face in your hands, locking eyes with him and seriously informed him, "if you want to stop, tell me." he only smiled at you and lightheartedly replied with, "don't ruin my fantasy now."

this ignited you. hobi openly admitting having sexual thoughts about you made you go feral.

hastily you pulled him down onto the floor until he was under you and you brought your lips down to his collarbone, you littered kisses along it before making your way to his buds. your hand massaged his side as you flicked over his nipple. his made him gasp.

hoseok shut his eyes and allowed you to do as you wanted with him. he lay there, whimpering when your flattened your tongue against the sensitive nub. he bit his lip when you blew cold air over the now wet area before you teasingly kitten licked the other nipple. he moaned, throwing his head back and began squirming under you. you sat up, straddling him, with a smirk. "did you like it that much?"

"too bad it's over." he heaved, trying to catch his breath again.

smiling, you got off of hobi and found your way back to the die. you rolled them once again. you could sense the boy's relief with the probability that had played out as he went back to sitting on the couch.

massage + ass.

you crawled onto hoseok's lap, placing your knees on either side of him and he cupped your ass. he lightly rubbed over your jeans, feeling unsure of himself and slightly awkward.

"c-could you take your jeans off? you can s-say no." he looked away from you, glancing to the side at a low angle. his cheeks felt numb with all the blood rushing to them.

you stood, reaching for your button and removing the bottoms. he only stared at your feet, where you kicked away the clothing, and felt too shy to see you. just his imagination was enough to build this tent in his pants, he couldn't imagine how his body would react if he could eat up every inch of you.

unfortunately for him, you weren't having it. "look at me," you scowled, folding your arms and leaned onto your hip. hesitantly he obeyed and ran his eyes over your figure. hobi couldn't help himself when the whimper left his lips and his cock twitched. "shit..." he whispered lowly to himself in awe.

you inched onto his lap again, comfortably avoiding his boner, and his hands naturally traced up your thighs.

"this is by far the most uncomfortable thing i've done this year." he mentioned as he began to knead your ass. rolling your eyes, you leaned towards him and captured his lips with yours. while running your fingers over the nape of his neck, you pushed down onto his heat. hoseok moaned into you, squeezing you harder.

he felt a tingle in his body and your movements fogged his mind. his thoughts had left him. all the knew was you.

you waited until his eyes shut to pull away. smirking, you casually walked back to the table where the die lay. hobi groaned loudly, flexing his thighs in frustration, "you are the biggest fucking tease!"

chuckling, you threw the die. butterflies fluttered in your stomach when they land on suck + thigh.

"hmmm, i'm going to enjoy this." you taunted, watching him read over the two words etched into the plastic cubes. hoseok gulped, for the tenth time in the last half-hour.

his hands trembled as he took off the last item of his outfit — only leaving him in his underwear, just as you were. he only sat there, blushing aggressively, as you oogled over him. you appreciated his sculpted legs, softer tummy and broad shoulders. "so that's what you've been hiding under there this whole time, angel?" he was taken aback by the petname. it made him even more excited.

"p-please touch me, mommy." hobi pleaded, biting his lip to hold back tears. he was so overwhelmed. he just wanted to be yours in this very moment. all he could think was you.

slowly, you crawled over to him on the floor. "since you asked so nicely, i think i might." you could see the relief on hoseok's face.

you pushed his knees apart, getting a full view of the lewd sight before you. he mewled and tried to cover himself up but you swatted his hands away. "don't hide my property from me," you snapped. "this pathetic cock is mine. you are mine." the male felt weak; just from a few words he felt as though he could cum right then and there.

he moaned when you began placing hot kisses along his inner thigh, lightly brushing your nose against his heat before moving away again. hoseok's muscles contracted under your touch while you sucked on the inner most sensitive area and he let out a throaty moan as you massaged his bulge. "ah~ yesss- t-hank you-"

you removed his boxers. his cock straightened out and met his abdomen with a light slap. hobi pulsed between his legs, and you were about to lick his flared tip when he called out, "no! wait! ah~ i-i neeeeed you. let me f-eel you mommy! p-please! i've been a good boy!" he was whiny and desperate.

this was a sight you never thought you would have seen in a million years: your roommate spread out on the couch in front of you, naked, and begging you to fuck him. you weren't complaining either.

"stay here." you demanded while you made your way into your room and scratched for your strap in your drawer. the few minutes it took for you to put it on and return, the time felt twice as long for hoseok.

you spun the male around, pushing him forward and telling him to lean onto the back of the couch. obediently he got into position, rolling his hips back to show you his puckered hole. grabbing the lube, you lathered your strap and fingers in it before slowly sliding one finger into him. he sighed in bliss, wrapping himself around you as you reached your knuckle. "m-more!" he cried out to you.

adding another finger, you began to finger him. he moaned and hunched over the furniture. "yes~ ah- it feels so good mommy." he panted.

you scissored your fingers until you felt him stretched enough. he whimpered with how empty he felt without your fingers. it wasn't long until you eased your strap into his tight hole.

hoseok arched his back and curled his toes as he swallowed you up. you snapped your hips into him suddenly, resulting in the the loudest and most unholy sound to emit from hobi. his whole body fell forward as you pounded into him. he had to hold onto the couch as you railed him.

you felt sympathetic towards your neighbours since the walls weren't soundproof at all but that didn't bother hoseok. his moans filled the whole floor probably.

your nails dug into his hips as you pulled him back while your hips rocked forward. hobi felt so wonderfully out out control as he surrendered his body to you — to use, love and bruise.

out of the blue, his phone buzzed as namjoon's caller id popped up. smirking, you passed it to him without losing your pace and dared him, "you should answer it."

"y-you're lit-erally fucking railing m-me! no!"

"be a good boy and try not to let him know what a slut you are." you sneaked over his shoulder and tapped the answer button. alarmed, hoseok put the phone to his ear, trying to keep his breathing far from suspicion. he bit his lip in an attempt to hold back his moans.

"hello?"

"hey! look, the clock is about to turn into the new year and i just wanted to say i love you man..." hobi tried his best to focus but his body betrayed him as a knot began to form in his stomach. he wasn't listening to his friend anymore. he shut his eyes as his high approached, and moaned softly enough for it to not be picked up on the phone.

"i- i- fuck!" hobi tried to talk to him but his thighs were trembling as you continued to hammer his prostate. he unexpectedly moaned the loudest he had that evening, as his cock spewed all over the couch. "mommy!"

you leaned over and whispered into his ear. "you couldn't help but let everyone know who's fucking you this good, could you, kitten? couldn't even ask for permission?" he whined in reply, too weak to answer you.

"hello? j-hope are you okay? hey!" you snatched the phone from the lump of a man hobi had been turned into and pulled out of him gently as you walked away. "hey joon, hoseok isn't feeling too well. he had too much to drink. sorry about that."

"oh okay, i'll call again tomorrow. i mean later." you glanced at the clock and it was true. hoseok came into the new year.

(a/n: don't come for me😭😭😭😭 that was an impeccable joke right there🤡😎)

"alright then, happy new year joons." you greeted.

"happy new year, 'mommy'." he teased before hanging up.

immediately you rushed to hoseok who was still in the same position you left him and carried him into his room. "shhh you did so good. i'm so proud to have an angel like you. what did i do to deserve you, hm? i didn't mean it when i called you those names. you mean so much to me."

hobi smiled at you, half asleep, and whined for you to cuddle him. and you did just that.

#sub!hobi #sub!j-hope #sub!hoseok #sub!bts #fem!dom #bangtan seonyandan #bangtan boys #sub!male #mommy kink #smut #new years #jung hoseok #hobi #hoseok #j-hope #kpop #kpop bg #bts

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edie-baby · 3 years

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Baby Boy Chapter 11 (S) | Lando Norris

Summary: Milana Navratilova is the best friend of Victoria Verstappen, and is for lack of a better word, a minx. She can pull anyone into bed with her at any time. So when she attends the Austrian Grand Prix with Victoria, the drivers make for good bedfellows. Until she finds a man who makes her finally feel like herself. Her baby boy.

Warnings: smut, swearing, non-con kiss (will be a chapter warning for that one), OC is a w h o r e and i love her.

The Friday morning sun was a horrific way to be awoken from the reverie both Lando and Mila were in, tangled in each other's arms. Mila was the first to wake up, moving her head from Lando’s chest to look at the alarm clock over his shoulders, its red LEDs displaying the time as 7:18am. She had remembered hearing most of the boys complaining that they were to wake up at 8am on practice day, so she let herself relax back into Lando’s arms and revel in the warmth of his chest.

“Morning, darling.” He grumbled a few moments later, his arms shifting to intertwine one of his hands with Mila’s. She swooned at the sound of his accent mixed with the gravelly tone of his morning voice.

“G’morning baby boy.” Mila replied in a similar tone, her own voice hoarse from the screams his fingers, mouth, and cock had dragged from her throat a few hours ago. Lando smiled to himself, snuggling his nose into the crook of Mila’s neck, breathing in the familiar cherry scent that he now knew came from her body wash. Mila giggled, his hot breaths fanning out onto a sensitive part of her neck, and she squirmed slightly from the ticklish sensation when he started peppering kisses onto that same spot.

“Do you want to get breakfast with me and go for a walk before I have to do work shit?” Lando whispered, and Mila felt her heart melt at the domesticity of getting breakfast and going for a walk together with the man curled up around her body.

“Of course baby boy. But you’ll probably need to go back to your room soon in case you want everyone to see your walk of shame.” Mila teased, her eyes catching the very wrinkled button up he was wearing last night that she all but tore off his body.

“But that means leaving you, and I really don’t wanna.” Lando moaned, his bottom lip pushing out further as he gave Mila his best puppy dog eyes, and he saw them working as her resolve melted almost immediately. Mila kissed his nose lightly before rolling away from him, stepping up from the bed to amble over to her suitcase before she stopped in her tracks, turning to look at Lando with scared eyes. He sat up immediately, concerned because of the worrying look Mila sent him.

“Your walk of shame is going to be a lot less obvious than mine. I feel like someone took a jackhammer to my pussy.” Mila joked, her accent making her words sound so much more vulgar to Lando. He felt a tingle in his cock, the sight of Mila naked in front of him, complaining about how hard he had abused her cunt was the perfect thing to get him going this early in the morning. Lando stood, his half-hard member catching Mila’s eyes immediately. She smirked as he walked toward her, looking forward to their morning plans much more than she ever thought she would.

Lando’s hands scooped Mila up into a bridal carry as he walked them toward the shower. Mila stood by and watched the muscles in his back flex as he set the water temperature, and as he leant over further, his cute little ass caught Mila’s attention, and the temptation to spank him was irresistible. Lando let out a high pitched squeak when he felt the stinging sensation on his backside, head turning to see Mila watching him with a primal stare.

“I wanna ruin you.” She whispered, moving past Lando to step into the shower with a sweet smile while the Brit was frozen in place for a moment. His brain caught up and he scrambled into the large shower, being pulled in close by Mila’s manicured hands immediately.

With that same predatory smirk he had seen the first time he met her, Mila sank to her knees in front of Lando, his back to the shower head, the warm water cascading over his tense shoulders sent a shiver through his body, part of that making his cock tingle even more. Mila grabbed him with both hands, she needed to, really, he was long and he was thick. With a few lazy pumps up and down his shaft, his cock was just as hard as it had been last night, and Mila was ready to begin the torture. By her calculations, she had about 25 minutes until they would need to leave to get breakfast and still go for their walk before Lando was needed by his team. And 25 minutes was more than enough time for her to tear him down and put him back together.

With a few kitten licks to his tip, Mila started out nice. Her hands still moving up and down slowly. Lando’s hands moved toward her, one tangling in her hair while the other rubbed along her cheekbone with adoration. She stopped immediately, withdrawing completely from the tanned man standing above her. Her hands fell to her thighs, eyes staring up at him through her lashes, the hickeys he left on her last night clearly visible in their position.

Lando looked down at her confusedly, then Mila reached up and tugged his hands away, the smirk returning when the gears in his head began processing.

“Gotta keep your hands to yourself, baby boy.” Mila growled, the command shooting even more blood to Lando’s cock, and similarly to Mila, he didn’t know he’d enjoy being told what to do this much. He listened though, hands leaving her form and sliding onto the tiled walls of the shower. Mila smirked in satisfaction, the naturally red hue of her lips just as tantalising as the iconic maroon lipstick.

Her hands and lips returned to Lando, her tongue catching the bead of precum leaking from his tip, the veins running along his cock throbbing in her hand. Delicately, Mila traced each vein she could see with her tongue, leaving the thick, throbbing vein on the underside of his cock for last, flattening her tongue and applying more pressure than she had so far. A strangled moan reverberated through Lando’s chest and fell from his lips with a blush. Mila looked up into his eyes, taking in the broken expression on Lando’s face, his cheeks flushed with frustration and embarrassment, his eyes half lidded staring back down at her, jaw tense, his teeth gnawing into his bottom lip. She could tell how much self restraint it was taking for him not to grab her by the hair and fuck her face till he blew his load down her throat. So, she rewarded him.

With a breath in through her nose, Mila wrapped her lips around his cock, pushing herself down until he was almost fully consumed by her mouth and throat. His eyes widened, hands shaking in their attempt to stay on each wall of the shower. Mila’s eyes watered slightly, her jaw was beginning to ache, but she ran her tongue around as much of Lando’s cock as she could reach, then began pulling away, her hands on his toned thighs to steady herself. Her tongue continued to roll around his length, continuing its ministrations when she reached the head, her hands taking the place where her mouth just was, running up and down his shaft, twisting on the way.

The next time she looked up at Lando, his jaw was slack, eyes closed as he looked up toward the ceiling, his expression reading purely bliss. Milana continued her actions, putting her all into pleasuring him, until she felt his hips buck slightly, his cock hitting the back of her throat. Instead of gagging, like Lando had expected, Mila pulled off him again, glaring up at him in a way that made his stomach erupt in butterflies. With slower, more purposeful movements, Mila began stroking him again, the contrast between being so close to finishing, to right back at the start gave Lando whiplash worse than his car ever could. He stared down at her with eyes just as hard, hands itching with the desire to grab her by the throat and fuck her till all she remembered was his name. But just as his hands began moving toward her, she took all of him in her mouth again, swallowing around him and staring directly into his eyes. He grunted, a deep, guttural grunt that had her whimpering around his cock. He felt himself twitch and Mila picked up the pace in response. His breaths were coming out in gasps, hips twitching in place, and just as his vision began to go white, it all stopped.

A whimper fell from his lips, and he was surprised at the sound as much as Mila was pleased with it. He looked back down to her, his aching dick in her small hands, the tip a dark, angry red. Mila couldn’t seem more pleased, staring at his cock like she was a woman starved. Just as Lando was about to begin begging, she took him in her mouth again, working with a renewed vigor. Lando’s moans were broken, crackly, and coming out of his mouth sounding more like breathless whimpers as his pleasure built, coming to his peak again. This time, when his hips began stuttering, nonsense falling from his lips, Mila continued, stuffing his cock as far down as she could handle, her nose brushing his pubic bone when he finally released, hot ropes of salty cum shooting down her throat, and Mila continued swallowing around him, pulling everything she could from him. She pulled off his cock with a pop, a delighted smile crossing her face as Lando looked on, broken and blissed. She slid around him in the shower, getting under the water to wet her hair, then grabbed some shampoo and began washing her silver hair, teasing eyes staring at Lando while his eyes darkened.

“Come on baby boy, we better get showered and ready to go or we won’t be able to go for a walk.” Mila teased, washing the shampoo from her hair and stepping out, wrapping the impossibly fluffy towel around her form, leaving Lando in the shower for the second time in a matter of about twelve hours.

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