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ratcash-wasgud · 3 months

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・❥・Loser!Mizu Headcanons・❥・

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Firstly, I'd like to apologize for how deranged this came out towards the end, so mdni pls pls. Secondly this is a Loser!Mizu x Rebel!Reader typa shit, so it will get specific at times. My requests are open, btw.

Okay, enjoy ˏˋ°•*⁀➷

I stand by the fact that Mizu would be a huge loser. Like girlie grew up not really interacting with anyone but her mother and Eiji and doesn't really like meeting new people (Ringo for example)

She'd get shy, and you can't change my mind. She'd blush a lot, especially on her nose. Blud turns into Rudolf the moment she's embarassed.

She'd be the type to dress like literal Adam Sandler, then try to casually pull her shirt's sleeve up to flex her muscles.

She'd say shit like "Oh, these? I dunno, they just...spawned here." All while knowing damn well she spends half of her life at the gym.

She'd still wear shades all the fucking time, but not to hide her eyecolor, but because she thinks it's cool, and because she mained Johnny Cage in mortal kombat.

She'd listen to corny ass music like Joji, Hozier, maybe Mitski or even The Front Bottoms and bop her head agressively. Then she'd deny the whole thing and say that she was listening to Playboy Carti or Drake.

She'd be in the basketball team, but would be horrible at teamwork. She wouldn't pass, she'd just go for it everytime. She'd miss 20% of the time, and then yell something like "It wasn't my fault, this bitch was breathing down my neck!" or just groan loudly out of annoyance.

She'd be very drawn to water. She'd visit the beach very frequently, but the local aquarium even more often.

Mizu was standing before a smaller aquarium, looking at the spotted, green fishes' quickly pacing around between the glass walls. She came here right after basketball practice, so she was quite sweaty, and tired but being here, for some reason, always charged her energy. Her hair was in it's usual bun, but her shades were now closed, and were hanging from the neck of her shirt. Her eyes were shining in the dim blue lighting as she slowly placed her fingers on the glass. Suddenly, she almost jumbed backwards when she finally realized someone was standing next to her. She turned her head to the side and saw you. It was fucking you. It could've been anyone else, but no. You.

You and Mizu had a couple classes together, and you were one of the most prettiest girls Mizu has ever seen. She saw you on campus a lot, smoking in the parking lot, yelling at one of the fratboys because he parked his dumb car in a way that your motorbike would get stuck next to it, or literally running from one of the professors. She never talked to you though. She never had the opportunity, or at least that's what she told herself. In reality, she was just a coward.

Bit still, she would be lying if she said your face hadn't popped up a couple times when she touched herself. There was just something about you that always caught her attention. You didn't know her, but she felt like she knew you. Everytime she had a basketball game, she looked for you in the crowd. You were rarely there, and even if you were, you'd leave halfway after throwing food at someone. Still, she'd do her best, trying to impress you, knowing damn well you won't give a shit.

"What?" You laugh right in her face. "Scared you? Or did the Discus' mesmerized you so much you forgot you were in public?" You say, turning your gaze to the fishes.

"E...excuse me?" Mizu manages to croak out, her eyes widening. Why are you talking to her like you two have been friends for years? It's not like she minds, but it sends her anxieaty flying. It's her first time actually talking to you, of course she's nervous. She has rehearsed this a couple times in her head, planning to quickly guide the conversation towards how good she'd be at beating people up, (because she knows how much you do that) but now that it's actually happening she's pissing her pants.

"The Discus. Rot Turkish Discus, to be specific. The fish you were drooling at." You press a finger against the glass. "Pretty cool ones, I'll give you that. They can change the pigment in their body if they're stressed or sick." You say, casually dropping a "by the way did you know" kind of fact. One she didn't know.

"Oh." Mizu looks back to the fishes, but actually she's just looking at your reflection in the glass. "You like fishes?" Great. Stupid ass question.

"Yeah, kinda." You shrug. "They're interesting, but I'm here because they have bugs on the second floor." You point up with a small, lazy grin. Mizu remembers that, but never went up there. Bugs were never really interesting to her, but...maybe today she will. She mentaly notes that you like bugs.

"Hm." Mizu hums back. "If you think about it," She starts, glancing at you to check if you're still paying attention. "Fish are kinda like...water bugs." She says, and even shrugs for good measure. She needs to look like she doesn't give a shit.

You let out a laugh. "What a genius." You roll your eyes. "There are actual water bugs though, but I'm willing to overlook that." You say, then walk past her to look at the next aquarium, and Mizu just follows you withouth even thinking about it. "Cichlid." You say, pointing at one of the pinkish fishes. Mizu realizes how little she actually knows about fishes eventhough she comes to this aquarium a lot. She just likes watching them. "A very pretty one at that too. Jewel Cichlid if I'm correct." You say, almost as if thinking out loud.

It's as if Mizu became mesmerized. She walked along you trhough the whole aquarium, then followed you upstairs to the bugs. She listened you naming all of them, then telling her fun facts like 'An ant-eating assassin bug piles its victims onto its body to scare predators' and 'Ticks can grow from the size of a grain of rice to the size of a marble'. You were someone who'd always caused trouble in school, saying it's all bullshit and how fucked the system is, but you were actually very educated. On animals, that is.

She never really cared about people being smart or not, but right now it was the most attractive thing ever.

And with that, you unintentionally ruined her life. She was fine-ish with having this little hallway-crush on you, but now that she actually interacted with you for two full hours, she's fully in love.

And somehow that makes her frustrated.

She'd walk with Ringo on campus, listening to him ramble about this new dish he cooked and how she should totally come over and rate it when you suddenly dash by her, probably escaping from some football player you made mad again. Mizu would freeze, then mutter "why the fuck is she so cool?!" under her breath and lightly punch Ringo on the shoulder.

You're so hot it makes her mad.

You two didn't really talk after that though, just casual greetings in the hallway, and sometimes sitting at the same table in the cafeteria, but that was it. Still, it was more that nothing.

One time you started a fight with one guy outside of the parking lot because "he dick rode a teacher while the teacher was making bitchass bigot jokes".

You left the guy with a broken nose, and would've made it a broken jaw too if someone wouldn't have stopped you.

Akemi recorded the whole thing, and Mizu needed to discreetly beg her to send it to her.

She couldn't help it. Seeing your sweaty form, your face scrunched up in anger, your knuckles blood stained...it wasn't enough to see it just once. She had to watch the video on loop.

She'd wonder if you'd make a similar face in bed too. She'd wonder if you're a top or bottom.

She'd wonder if you're even into girls at all. It seemed too good to be true though.

Still, watching that video over and over again made her mind wander.

"Fuck..." Mizu mumbles out as her fingers finally reach her folds under her boxers. With her phone in hand, the video of you beating the shit out of some guy playing, your huffs and groans on full volume in her headphones. She closes her eyes, and imagines you kneeling between her legs.

She had a long day. She argued with Taigen, listened to Akemi whine about this guy, Takayoshi, then Ringo kept talking about this boring ass anime he watched about a broke God, or whatever...plus, she didn't see you once today. She couldn't catch a whiff of your smell as you walked by, or she didn't hear your sharp and raspy chuckle, or saw your smug grin. Torture at it's finest.

Is she proud of it? Nah. It's embarassing as hell to masturbate to your crush who probably forgot you even existed, but hey, a girl has to blow of steam somehow, right? And you just couldn't leave her head. It gotten to the point where she can't even watch porn, unless one of the actresses look like you, which is...rare. You're too good looking to be compared to sluts like that.

She imagines that it's your hand that is slowly circling around her clit as you whisper in her ear. Things like "You're so warm...I can't wait to taste you" or "You want this as much as me, don't you? Mizu..." and it gets her to buck against her fingers.

She licks her lips as she imagines your pussy hovering over her mouth while you slowly finger her. She imagines your taste, and how'd you drip on her face before you allow her to dive in.

She'd eat. Oh, she'd devour.

She saw your ass in jeans before, and it made her clit throb in public, so she just knows it's perfect when it's bare. She quietly moans your name as her fingers work deeper, placing the phone down to only listen to the audio, her other (now free) hand moving up to tease her hard nipples through her shirt.

She slowly pumps her long fingers inside herself, her back arching on the bed. She whispers your name as she imagines you slowly lowering yourself on the strapon she has inside her drawer.

She doesn't know why she has that toy though. She has only ever been with one person, and that was a guy. It happened years ago, back when she was still in denial about her gayness, and when she was still living with her homophobic mom. But after she first masturbated to the tought of you, she impulsively bought the light teal strap on dildo, just in case you ever somehow ended up in bed. She'd fuck you just the way she imagines it right now (lies, btw, she'd freak out and cum after two seconds). But still, there's no harm in having dreams.

She'd watch your tits bounce as you ride her, her hands firmly grabbing your ass. You'd moan her name, hair falling in your face as you lose yourself in pleasure. "Fuck...so fucking pretty...loving my cock, aren't you?" Mizu coos into the air, her thumb circling her clit as her fingers move faster inside her, agressively curling into her g spot. "Yes...Mizu, it feels good..." You'd moan back as you throw your head back when she starts thrusting her hips upwards, fucking you from under, leaving you no choice but to lean on her for support, pushing your beautiful plump boobs so damn close to her lips.

She'd suck on your nipples until they're red and puffy while she brings you to your climax. You'd love her cock, she's sure. She got the one that was the same teal that was also the color of one of your bracelets. Small, almost stalker-sih detail? Yeah, but she imagines you'd be impressed.

Afterwards, she'd lay on her bed, staring up at the ceiling, post nut clarity hitting her hard. And the next day, she wouldn't even be able to look at you, withouth getting embarassed...and horny. Oh only if you could hold her for real.

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anikaluv · 9 months

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miles 42 fic with this maybe ? https://www.tiktok.com/t/ZT88Q1Skn/

you great btw girl!!

CATCH THIS MCFIST —

❤︎︎ pairing: Miles (e!42) × fem!reader

❤︎︎ genre: fluff

❤︎︎ cw: cussing, reader and Miles being violent lmao, reader being threatened

❤︎︎ summary: You and Miles work at McDonalds together and one day a rude customer starts to shout at you and things start to go wrong quickly. Thankfully your boyfriend is here to save the day.

❤︎︎ w/c: 1k

❤︎︎ a/n: I really tried to come up with something funny for the title but at one point I just gave up lmao

You wanted to save up your first car. Everyone around you was already getting theirs on their 16th birthdays, but your momma wasn't going to spend 20k on something for you. So, you decided to take matters into your own hands and get a job to save the money. When you told Miles about your plan, he did the most supportive thing any boyfriend would do.

He suggested to work with you of course.

It had been two months since you and Miles started working together at McDonald's. There haven't been any major incidents so far, except for the occasional Karen being upset about the number of fries in her basket. Overall, things were going good.

Your routine had settled into a comfortable pattern. Each day, you would wake up, get dressed, and Miles would pick you up. You both went to work, and after a long day, you'd return home, only to repeat the cycle all over again. Spending so much time together was becoming something cozy for the both of you.

Until one douche had to fuck shit up.

It was a normal Tuesday afternoon, which meant it was busy. The drive thru was jacked up, and people were bustling at the front counters in lines that stretched so far you couldn’t the see the end. You could hear Miles groaning from behind you while preparing himself.

You walked towards him and giggled. Cupping his face between your hands you pulled him to you and stole a light peck as he hummed grogily. “We got this guapo (handsome)”, you whispered before whisking away to appease the people at the counter.

You handled the first few people in line efficiently, taking their orders and swiftly typing them into the pad while completing the transactions with ease. Then, a guy came forward.

He was on the older side and well, quite big. The moment he walked up to tell you his order, he coughed loudly without bothering to cover his mouth. Before you could even speak, he held up a finger, signaling you to wait. You knew that this customer was going to test your patience.

“Hi Sir, welcome! Do you know what you-“ you began, but you were shushed. “Hol’ on darlin’, im still lookin’” he said, not bothering to make eye contact with you, abruptly interrupting your sentence. Gritting your teeth, you responded, "Of course, Sir, take your time."

It has now been 2 minutes. This old, fat, sack of dust has been staring at the menu for 2 minutes and you can tell you weren’t the only one annoyed. The customers eyeing him in line were starting to get restless and soon the curses they were muttering under their breathes would be shouted out loud.

You cleared your throat before speaking, trying to catch his attention. He finally turned towards you. Ignoring his offended face, you brought him back to reality, "Sir, do you know what you would like to order? There are plenty of customers behind you waiting for service," you said, gently nudging him to make a decision.

You watched as the man started to frown deeply at you, clenching his fists and turning red. "Damn woman, can you just wait a goddamn minute?" he snapped, and you raised an eyebrow at his sudden anger towards you, confused if your tone had come off as arrogant.

In defense, you raised your arms, trying to remain calm. "I understand, Sir, it's just that there are a lot of customers waiting behind you, and it seems you don't know what you want to order," you soothed, using a more calming tone as the man clenched his teeth.

"Who are you to talk down to me like this? I don't think you know your place, sweetheart," he said, the affectionate nickname sounding nothing less than condescending. Now you were starting to get angry, but you resisted the urge to shout back, not wanting an employee complaint so early in your employment. Instead, you took deep breaths to stay composed.

However, the man in front of you seemed determined to escalate the situation. "Someone might just have to teach you some manners, doll," he smirked, punching his fist into his hand in a menacing manner. Truth be told, you knew how to defend yourself, but this man was much larger than you, so you couldn't help but feel frightened.

Little did you know, your loving boyfriend had been watching the scene unfold since the beginning, and he decided that it had gone too far.

Miles strode up to the counter, pushing you behind him, and scowled at the decaying load of waste in front of him. He looked the man dead in the eye and said, "Aye man, you can catch this 4 piece combo without the chicken."

Out of nowhere, Miles lunged across the counter and punched the man that probably had a episode on My 600 Pound Life in the face, knocking him off balance and making him fall.

Your eyes widened as people gasped at the scene unfolding in front of them. Some began pulling out their phones to record the spectacle. Miles continued to punch the man repeatedly, the man failing to defend himself in his compromised position.

Feeling a surge of excitement, you jumped over the counter and decided to join in, landing a few punches yourself. "Catch this McFist, bitch!" you shouted as you pummeled the man in his stomach, making his belly shake like jelly.

Eventually, you both decided you had had enough. You stood up and returned behind the counter, Miles going back to work on his order, and you going back to your station, radiating a warm glow like nothing happened. With cheer, you shouted, "Next in line, please!" wearing a grin that reached the stars.

Of course, you and Miles were fired after the videos of the incident blew up and your boss found out. You both had decided that it was worth it, though, you would put a asshole in their place any day.

ENDING A/N: This ended up being more violent then I thought - anyways here anon eat up 😍

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unactive-shroom · 6 months

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Sal Fisher hates summer.

He hates the gross humidity that manifests under his prosthetic, he hates wearing short sleeves and having his scars on display, not that anyone’s really looking, though. They’re always far too focused on his face.

Except for her. There’s always been something so different about y/n from the moment Larry introduced her to Sal.

“Nice prosthetic” was the first two words she said to him, flashing him a huge grin. Without realising, Sal had already begun the usual “it’s actually a prosthetic” before he caught on to what she had said.

“Oh. How did you know? Did Larry tell you?”

“Actually, my dad had a prosthetic eye, and used to work at the hospital where they fitted them, as well as other prosthetics. I used to work there during the summer, before…”

She had trailed off, looking thoughtful, and slightly sad. Larry was quick to revive the conversation about how y/n had worked part time in so many odd places, including a power plant, a pen factory and a fancy lake resort near Nockfell , which was where they were now.

Y/n was sitting beside Sal on the beach towel, facing her head towards the sun and trying to catch her breath after returning from the lake where Larry, Ashley, Todd and Neil were swimming and chatting loudly.

After a few minutes, she turned to face Sal. “You sure you don’t want to swim? Even just for a bit?”

He shook his head, muttering something about getting his prosthetic damaged by the water.

“Well, okay then. I’ll keep you company.”

Despite Sal adamantly saying that he was fine on his own, and besides, watching Larry try swim is enough entertainment as is, y/n dutifully stayed beside him and read her book, occasionally talking to Sal about something school or ghost related.

Sal Fisher hates summer.

But maybe just a bit less when she’s around.

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Short and sweet, I’ll probably edit this later on but I had to finish it . Possible part two, I kinda want to make this a series. Requests open, btw <3

#sal fisher x reader #sally face x y/n #sal fisher x y/n #Sally face x reader #Sally face #Sal Fisher

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aaronhotchswife · 5 months

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THE WAY YOU MAKE ME FEEL

Drew Starkey x Female Reader

Chapter 1

Warnings : alcohol, panick attack, angst, want to give the reader a hug, smut, loss of virginity

Chapter 2

"If two people are meant to be together, they will eventually find their way back into each other's arms, no matter what."

Drew's point of view

I look at her, sleeping on my shoulder. She looks so peaceful, her breathing is serene. I look at her lips, that even if I kissed them a lot for the sake of the show, I wonder how they would taste if it was for real. I had agreed to watch Tangled with her since I know it's her favourite movie. For the year she lived with me, she asked me to watch it with her. She was always watching it alone but I finally succumbed to watching it tonight.

She moves slightly, causing me to hold my breath.

'"Hi," she says, repositioning herself on the couch. "Sorry about that," she glances to my shoulder.

"Hey, don't worry," I speak softly, my gaze went back to the movie, a lantern scene playing.

"I woke up just in time for my favourite scene"

"This is your favourite scene ?" I chuckle, incredulous.

"Yeah ! It's so romantic. The ways he looks at her and the song, it's cute."

"It is," I say, looking over her.

We finished the night both laying on the couch, showing each other tiktoks and funny Instagram reels. It was nice to just hang out, like roommates and friends, even if in my head, I always had that little thing, where she might likes me back.

Y/N's point of view

I come back from the grocery store, rubbing my hands together from the cold outside before setting the grocery bags on the counter.

"Drew ?" I spoke loudly, waiting for him to answer me. "Are you home?"

Without getting any answers, I emptied the grocery bags before laying on the couch, a cooking TV show playing in the background.

***

To : Cut the camera

Mads : the guys chose the bar for tonight. They say it's a pub kind of place

Y/N : girlsss idk what to wear

Lacia : you should wear your blue jeans with your black silk top 🥵

Mads : I AGREE

Mads : btw Odessa's gonna be there tonight

Y/N : that must be why Drew isn't home

Y/N : i already didn't feel like going now it's worse 🙃

Madie : c'mon girl, you're gonna have a great time with us!! And it's the last time that we're gonna see each others before everyone leave for Christmas soooo

Since Drew and Odessa were filming a movie together, they were always hanging out. I tried my best not to be jealous of her but it was hard. I felt like she was prettier, skinnier, funnier than me. And Drew seems to find her really interesting. Which was ok. I was just his roommate and his best friend. Just his roommate and his best friend.

***

The pub was crowded just enough. I was sitting next to JD and Lacia, talking about crazy fan theories.

"Oh there he is!" JD exclaim, reaching out his hand to do a handshake with Drew. I felt my hands getting clammy, feeling a bit anxious seeing him with her.

"Hi man, hi Lacia, hi Y/N." Drew said, his eyes scanning the booth.

"Hi guys!" said Odessa.

JD and Lacia said hi at the same time, but I find the straw in my drink a lot more interesting than her. I looked over Drew, making eye contact with him before letting my gaze fall back down to my drink.

Drew's point of view

I saw her, wearing her cute jeans and that black top that embraced her curves.

She looked over me, her eyes filled with something else than usually. Her expression changed the second she saw me. I sat at the booth, next to JD. Even if I wanted to sit next to her, she seemed more absorbed by the straw in her drink that by my presence. Odessa sat next to me, putting her hand on my back, making me stiffen. I saw Y/N's gaze looking over me, before she got up, walking over Madelyn and Chase. I get up, walk over them to say hi to my friends. She is standing next to me, but she is still looking everywhere except where I want her to look. I leaned over her, my hand finding a place on her back.

"You ok ?" I asked.

"Positive."

Her tone is dry and I can't think of any reasons of why she would be like that.

"So you brought Odessa ?" Chase asked, making me come back to reality.

"Yeah, well we're spending a lot of time together these days because of Hellraiser and she's nice and —"

"In that case you should go see her before she starts missing you too much."

I turned back to Y/N, my brows furrowed. The tone is which she said it is harsh, something that would normally not happen with her. She doesn't look at me and instead, before I can answer anything, her eyes find Rudy, Austin and Madison talking next to the bar and just like that, she's gone.

Y/N's point of view

I'm sitting at the booth, listening to Rudy asking Austin a Truth or Dare question. I am here, but I feel as if my head is somewhere else. Somewhere alone with Drew. Somewhere where he is in love with me.

"Drewbear, if you saw me on Tinder, would you swipe right ?"

I can hear Odessa giggling while she's asking her question to Drew. Even if I do not want to hear his answer, I suprise myself raising my head and listening carefully. I can't invent the way his eyes look at me before making their way to Odessa.

"I would."

I feel my heart stop. I know I didn't have the right to be jealous of her. We are just friends, even if sometimes it feels like we are more than that. I try to smile, making it seems like it don't affect me, but the way I see Madelyn look at me, her eyes filled with pity, I feel the tears raising in my eyes. I get up to go order a drink, asking everyone if they wanted a refill. I could hear my voice shaking, trying my best to control myself.

"I'll come with you," Drew says, raising from his seat.

"You don't have to."

"C'mon Y/N/N, you can't bring 5 drinks by yourself," he smiled, following me to the bar.

I ordered the drinks, watching the floor and playing with the rings on my fingers waiting for the drinks to be ready.

Drew's point of view

"Did I do something wrong ?" I spoke softly. I could feel something was wrong and it made me sick in my stomach, thinking that I could've hurt her. "You're acting weird ever since I've arrived."

She stops playing with her rings, lifting her head to watch me.

"You didn't."

"Then why are you acting like that ? Being mean about Odessa, ignoring me ? You're in your little world since the beginning of the night, looking everywhere but at me. C'mon, you know we're best friends and that we say everything to each other."

"Do we ? Do we tell each other everything Drew ?" Her voice was trembling.

The moment was cut by the bartender, handing us the drinks.

"I want to talk about it Y/N." I talk louder, making our way to the booth.

"There is nothing to talk about."

Y/N's point of view

As I sat at the booth, my phone vibrated. I look down to see a text from Madelyn.

'You really should tell him how you feel'

Another vibration.

'He's in love with you. You should see the way he looks at you. He's just trying to make you jealous'

'Yeah right' I write back.

'It's working'

"Y/N, truth or dare ?" Odessa asks.

There's is no way I trust this girl enough for a dare, so I answer truth.

"How many persons did you have sex with ?"

I feel the heat creeping up on my cheeks. Even if being a virgin in my 20's sucked, it was always something I could hide. Except for now because the way she looks at me, I'm pretty sure she realizes what I am.

"Oh oh, are you a virgin ?" She laughed sarcastically.

Everybody at the table is silent. Because even if mostly everyone knew, the tone is which she said it makes everyone feel tense. I feel my breath getting shorter and I start getting dizzy. I can't breathe. I can't feel my heart. I can't even focus on the faces of my friends in front of me. I feel like I'm in high school again, with the mean girls. I feel like I will die. I look at Drew, a pleading look on my face. I want him to do something even if I don't know what. I need air, I need the cold air of December to help me breathe.

Drew's point of view

Everybody is silent, everybody is looking at me. Madelyn gets up, running to the door, yelling Y/N's name. I turn to face Odessa and I know she can see the anger in my eyes.

"What. The. Fuck is your problem ?" I speak loudly, not a care in the world if I'm causing a scene. "You should leave. Now." I tell her before exiting the bar, looking for Y/N.

I find her outside, on her knees. Madelyn is next to her, on her knees as well, rubbing her back. I can hear her crying, her respiration is twitching as she tries to speak.

"I–I–don't want to feel like this anymore. I don't want to feel like I'm not good for anyone," I hear her say between tears. "I–feel like I will die. Why did she do that. Why can't he love me," I see her hyperventilating and I want to say something. To do something. But my feet are stuck on the ground.

"Shh, it's okay. You're okay. You're alive. You're with me. It's okay," I can hear Madelyn comforting her.

"You should go. I think you're the last person she wants to see at the moment," Madison speaks loudly behind me, Lacia following her . Madelyn raises her head, as does Y/N.

"Make him leave Madie, please, make him leave."

I heard her, I look over the girls, tears forming in my eyes. I don't understand anything that is happening right now. I don't understand how my best friend is on the floor have a breakdown because of me.

Y/N's point of view

I run outside, falling to my knees on the ground. I can't breathe. The blood is pounding in my ears. My heart is thudding in my chest.

"Y/N!" I hear Madelyn say, but I don't have the strength to turn back. I need to be alone, I need to breathe.

"Y/N," Madelyn is reaching to me, holding me close to her. My breathing is shaking and I try to control it, to control the tears falling down on my cheeks. I feel humiliated, I feel as if I'm going to die. I don't hear Drew running out the door and I don't see him standing there, his face broken.

"It's okay. It's okay. Breathe with me." Madelyn says, inhaling and exhaling. I try to do the same but my breath gets stuck.

"I–I–don't want to feel like this anymore. I don't want to feel like I'm not good for anyone," I say between tears. "I–I feel like I will die. Why did she do that. Why can't he love me," I rambled, unable to say anything that make sense.

"Shh, it's okay. You're okay. You're alive. You're with me. It's okay."

I don't hear Drew running out the door and I don't see him standing there, his face broken. I only realized he's there when I hear Madison and Lacia telling him to go home.

"Make him leave Madie, please, make him leave," I begged.

#drew starkey x reader #drew starkey angst #drew starkey fluff #drew starkey smut #drew starkey #drew starkey x y/n #drew starkey x you #drew starkey x female reader #rafe cameron #rafe x reader #outer banks

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peachypinkygloss · 10 months

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sleepover — ksj, pjm

You spend a night with your two best friends at their dorm room. You should have known that they wanted to do more than just watching movies.

☆ pairing: best friend!seokjin x fem!reader x best friend!jimin

☆ genre: roommates au, best friends with benefits, smut

☆ word count: 7.3k

☆ warnings: evil jin & jimin cus i can't write them if they aren't meanies (they're still cuties 💘), reader's kinda a bimbo and a crybaby oops, roommates jinmin, a bit of possessiveness 🤫, pussy drunk jimin <3 (he could drown himself in it istg), dicks analysis 🤓 (i love doing that, sorry not sorry), threesome, unprotected sex, degradation, edging, oral (f & m), fingering, lil bit of anal play 🙊, cum eating, and btw kissing is overrated.

a.n.: fucking finally ‼️ this is me signing up for hell. jinmin turned me into a helpless romantic whore. ... idk how my characters are supposed to interact outside of sex ☠️ sorry

"Hi."

Seokjin greets you as a huge grin forms on his face. He leans on the door he just opened, eyeing you up and down before hiding his other hand in the pocket of his shorts. You recognize them to be his basketball ones, his favourite and lucky pair of shorts.

"Hello," you say in return, passing by him to enter his dorm room he shares with Jimin.

His eyes follow you, lingering on your body shamelessly. You're already dressed for the sleepover, having chosen to wear your Snoopy themed night shorts with a random t-shirt you own since high school.

You turn around, catching Seokjin staring at you at the same time. Fortunately, you're not that bright so you don't question him. You probably didn't even notice his eyes were on you anyway.

"Where's Jiminie?" You ask him, voice pouty and disappointed to not see your other best friend in the room with you.

After he closes the door behind him, he walks up to you. He almost wants to laugh at the height difference you share. He can see the top of your head, well, he would if you hadn't your head tilted upward to look at him.

He's much taller and larger than you. It does something to him. Is he old fashioned for preferring his women shorter than him? Maybe, but screw it. It attracts him, he can't deny it, especially when the woman in question is you.

"He'll be back soon," he answers, watching how your hold on the strap of your backpack twitches when he steps closer to you. "He went to take a quick shower. Didn't want to stink after his practice," Seokjin explains and you nod, quickly backing away and throwing your bag on Jimin's bed.

He doesn't mean to make you anxious. It's not his fault if his proximity cuts your breath short, but he finds it cute. Really fucking cute.

Jimin's bed is placed on the left side of the room while Seokjin's bed is on the right. Their dorm is minimalist in terms of decoration because in terms of mess... it's the opposite. Typical of a young man's room — of a two young men's room.

It's not super messy where you can't even see the floor beneath your feet, but a box of empty beer bottles is chilling beside their mini-fridge and dirty clothes are scattered everywhere as well as school furniture.

As unpleasant as it seems, you feel good in their room.

And anyway, they know how to clean, they just don't really do it. What's new?

"Sorry for the wait!" Jimin exclaims as he enters the dorm, coming in with his used towel around his shoulders. He shakes his head, trying to get his wet brown hair away from his face. "The shower I normally use was broken, so I had to use another one and the stupid curtain was sticking to my ass," he loudly complains and removes his sandals by throwing them in a corner by the entry, walking up to you.

"That's why I don't pull the curtain," Seokjin says, always having the best but also weirdest advice. "Doesn't bother me anymore."

Jimin winces, giving him a dirty look. "You're fucked up for that," he accuses Seokjin, laying his towel on the back of his chair so it can dry properly. "There's water everywhere if you don't pull it."

"And you make weird eye contact with people," you add on, Jimin agreeing with you with a 'yeah' and a nod of his head.

Seokjin rolls his eyes as if you and Jimin are the weird ones when everybody knows damn well it's fucked up to not pull the shower curtain.

"Nah, just close your eyes," he persists, believing he's in the right and you both are in the wrong. "And anyway, it's better than having the curtain sticking to your butt every time someone enters the shower room. Plus, there's a drain for the water, so fuck you."

You gasp offendedly when he insults you, giving him a tap on the chest to scold him for his bad words. He only smirks at the hit, wanting to tell you it tickles as a way to tease you, but he knows you hate it when he laughs at your lack of strength.

"Don't say that!" You reprimand, staring at him severely and he thinks you just look so cute. It's unfortunate how he'll never take your anger seriously.

He grabs your wrist, stopping from giving him another hit as he can't help but laugh at your facial expression. "I wasn't saying it to you, babe," he rectifies, pulling you closer to him by the hold he has on your arm. Your face is then a couple inches away from his, the corner of his mouth twitching up, as always. "Just to him 'cause he deserves it, but not you."

You look at him in the eyes, breath quickening as his plump lips seem way too close to yours. You notice his gaze shifting between your lips and eyes, understanding the idea he has in mind. You don't let him think about it too much.

"You're stupid," you mumble as you detach yourself from him, putting a safe distance between you two.

You glimpse in Jimin's way, hoping he didn't see how Seokjin was literally asking for a kiss, but he's busy tidying up his hygiene products he brought to his shower.

Seokjin's eyes haven't left you, still looking at you with a smug smile on his face, but he stops when his friend turns around.

"Ok, so... what movie do we watch?"

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"There's no more soda," Seokjin announces, looking inside their almost empty mini-fridge. It would be time to go to the grocery store.

"But I need one!" You whine from where you are laid down on Seokjin's bed, previously sandwiched between the two men with Jimin's laptop on your lap to watch a movie. "I'm thirsty and water won't hit the same..."

Seokjin sighs, knowing he'll give in to your whims. How can he resist your adorable face and your pouty voice? You're their spoiled best friend, after all.

"I have to go to the convenience store..." He explains, hoping it'll make you change your mind and go with water instead of a soda.

You keep the same expression, big rounded eyes and corners of your lips tug downward. "Yeah?" You say back, not bothered to make him walk miles just for a little can of soft drink. "Please, you'd be a sweetheart, Jinnie," you flatter him, using compliments to make him give in and it works, as always.

"Okay..." He sighs again, upset for being so weak with you. You deserve it, but he's not really willing to leave you alone with Jimin, especially with the smug smile he has on his face right now.

"Bring some candies, too," you ask while he's searching through his wallet to check if he has enough coins.

"And chips," Jimin adds in, smirking like a devious child. "Oh, and ramen, since we're at it."

Seokjin narrows his eyes at him, well aware that his friend has something in mind, but he can't tell what exactly. "Do you have the money for it?"

"You do," he replies quickly, snuggling himself closer to you.

"I'm not paying for your shit, Jimin," Seokjin says back, putting his coins in the pocket of his basketball shorts.

"Ah, come on, hyung!" Jimin groans, but his friend doesn't want to hear him.

He picks up a pair of dirty jeans off the floor, knowing Jimin hides his coins in there. He pulls out a couple, not really caring if he takes more than he needs to.

He puts on his sneakers and brings his phone and keys with him, opening the door. "Don't wait for me!" He yells before exiting his dorm room he shares with Jimin, door closing behind him.

As you're about to press on the spacebar to resume the movie, Jimin closes his laptop, extending his body over yours to drop off the electronic device on the floor.

"What are you doing?" You question him, confused.

"Waiting for Jin."

"But he said-"

He cuts you off, putting his index finger over his lips. "Shut up, will you, princess?" He smiles when you don't dare to open your mouth again, looking at him with widened eyes and pouty lips.

He hovers over you, one hand supporting his weight on each side of your body. He rapidly settles himself between your legs, lowering himself slowly, looking deeply into your eyes. Your heart accelerates and your stomach twists, starting to get nervous about what Jimin is about to do.

He carefully lifts your pyjama top over your belly, making you involuntarily flinch when his lips brush against your skin. He glances at you when you move, but he doesn't say anything. He just looks at you with his piercing gaze as a warning or maybe as a way to reassure you, telling you that you don't have to be anxious.

You swallow in a whine when his pillowy lips lay on your stomach, leaving you bothered and hot by the simplest action, yet the most meaningful at the same time. He kisses your skin, his lips trailing down until they reach the band of your night shorts.

You shiver, swallowing again, the area between your legs heating up as he gives your stomach more kisses. They are wet and warm as well as intimate and sexual.

He presses his plump lips down on you, the tip of his nose touching your skin as he gets terribly close to your crotch. You're flustered by the way he explores this area of your body you never knew was this sensitive until now.

His hands grip the fat of your hips, gripping hard, but it doesn't pain you. It cuts your breath short and makes you feel possessed, like he owns you. Owns your body, owns your emotions because there's nobody else at the moment other than him who makes you feel this way.

His hands on your hips shift down to your clothes that separate you from his insatiable mouth. It's as if it's searching for you, searching for your core that is turning wetter as the time passes incredibly slow.

His lips travel between your thighs and you open them for him, not thinking once about anything else than his mouth on your private parts. His fingers tease you by slipping under the band of your shorts before slipping back up, doing it over again. He pulls them slightly down, but stops since he likes torturing you.

"Are you going to... to, um…" You lose your words, gasping loudly when his mouth finds your bud of nerves, already aching from the lack of contact.

He doesn't stay long, going up just above your pelvis, pulling down on your shorts by hooking two fingers under them at the front. "Yeah," he whispers, confirming your doubts.

You feel his hot breath on your skin, locking eyes with him as he continues to pull, also bringing down your panties. "Like... like the last time?" You ask in a little voice, which makes Jimin smirk.

"Like the last time," he repeats before concentrating back on his task.

He attacks your stomach in kisses, distracting you from the fact that he's now using his two hands to get your shorts and underwear off of you. It works, you don't fight back and only bury your fingers in his thick soft hair.

Rapidly, your clothes find a spot on the floor, being long forgotten the moment Jimin puts his mouth on your pussy. He licks a long strip from your leaking hole up to your clitoris, wrapping his lips around it. He passes his arms around your hips and your legs hang on his shoulders, clad feet touching his lower back.

He nibbles on your clit, suckling on it, making it puffy and swollen. He sucks avidly on your bud and million tingles pass through your body. You buck your hips upward by instinct, pushing down on his head and gripping his hair between your fists.

You moan sweetly, Jimin's cock hardening in his shorts at the beautiful sounds you let out each time he sucks and licks, giving you the impression that he's literally making out with your pussy.

You imprison his head between your plush thighs and he likes the feeling of it, he likes it very much. He's happy to know he makes you feel good, so good that you could suffocate him between your thighs. You do this because you're agitated, squirming around under him and moaning, sounding almost like cute little meows.

His head of silky brown hair peeks out from between your legs and your stomach flutters at the sight, your mind fuzzy from thousand little clouds.

He suckles on your clit and you lack the words to describe the feeling, but it's wet, so wet. His tongue is everywhere, teasing and licking like it’s second nature to him. At this very moment, you believe Jimin was born to eat pussy and nothing else.

He ruts his hips against the mattress and lets out a deep moan, cock aching from being restricted in its confines. The wet sounds your cunt produces turn him on so bad, dick painfully hard at the melody of your moans and at the way you shove him against your pussy as if his head wasn't already buried between your legs.

It's a lot for you, your fingers can't compete against his mouth — they would lose instantly. If Seokjin knew what you two were doing right now, you can't imagine what his reaction would be. You wonder if he knows about last time, there's no way he doesn't, Jimin hides nothing from him.

If he knows, then why did he leave you alone with his friend who is incapable of keeping his tongue in his mouth, away from your cunt? That's why he was so hesitant. You feel bad, you shouldn't be doing this behind his back... No, you shouldn't be doing this at all. Or should you?

Is Seokjin's tongue as skillful as Jimin's? As wet and warm? Surely, with his pair of heart-shaped lips you can only imagine what they would do to your poor little clit.

You moan at the thought, twisting Jimin's hair in your small fists, coming closer to your orgasm. It doesn't take you a lot, a few licks and he has you over the edge. With skills like his, you're sure to be in seventh heaven really quickly.

So quickly and intensely that you don't even hear the door opening and closing, nor does your best friend.

"Jimin, what the fuck!?"

You knit your eyebrows at the sudden exclamation, but don't give it much importance as you feel your orgasm coming. Your pleasure is cut short and you get frustrated really fast.

"No, no, no," you panic, feeling Jimin's mouth leaving your pussy. You pull on his hair to have him back against you, but he doesn't budge.

"What?" Jimin responds nonchalantly, looking at Seokjin who has just entered the dorm with sodas and snacks bought at the convenience store down the street. "Don't you want the poor girl to cum?" He smirks like the situation is totally normal.

And maybe it is normal. It's not the first time he's gotten his way with you, it surely won't be the last. You're stupid enough to not see the way your friends look at you, how they undress you with their eyes and how they lick their lips salaciously whenever you find yourself in a compromising position.

They are perverts, but with you they are more than that and you're about to find it out.

You turn your head toward Seokjin who's standing beside the bed, a crease between his dark eyebrows. His gaze is sharp, mad at you for being such a whore, but can he really blame you when Jimin's lips are so tempting, literally breathtaking.

"Oh, please, Jinnie!" You beg, clit pulsating. Having Jimin's mouth just over your cunt is agonizing, so hurtful when he could soothe the ache between your legs in less than a second.

"What are you begging for, hm?" He says, his voice husky, making your stomach twist. You whine, eyes watering at how badly you need this release. "Can you tell me instead of crying like a little slut?"

Jimin looks at you from his spot between your thighs, smiling devilishly with no intention of helping you unless you follow Seokjin's order. You find it unfair and kind of dumb because if he had come in just a minute later, you would've orgasmed by the time. And it would have been magical.

Sloppy kisses are given to your inner thighs and you swear Jimin is doing it on purpose. You wipe your eyes with the back of your hands, taking a deep breath before locking eyes with Seokjin. "Please, can I cum?"

"I don't know," he answers curtly and you frown even more. He approaches you and lean over you, taking a hold of your jaw, angling it in his direction. "How badly do you want it?" He whispers, his pink lips so close to yours, you can't help but stare at them.

"I- I," you stutter out, totally braindead and on the verge of tears. It shouldn't be that hard to say a complete sentence, but right now, it is. You surely look pathetic, crying for a stupid orgasm. "Please, want it badly."

"Good girl," he purrs when you finally say the words he wanted to hear. "Yes, you can, sweetheart," he gives his approval and your eyes light up.

Jimin doesn't wait to get back into it, lips already on your clit when Seokjin lets go of your face. You both look down at where Jimin's mouth operates, slurping up your arousal and flickering your little bud of nerves with his pink muscle.

You whine and grip his hair, tangling your fingers in it. You jut your hips upward in his face, his licks and sucks much more powerful than previously.

You're brought back to the edge of your orgasm in little time, mouth agape as you close your legs around Jimin's head. Seokjin takes the opportunity to insert two of his fingers in your mouth, going deep and pressing his digits down on your tongue.

You close your lips around him and you ask yourself if he's verifying how much you can handle at once. If you can take his long fingers, you're surely capable of taking something else way bigger.

You drool all over yourself and wince at the wet feeling, not really appreciating it. You moan around his fingers as you rock your hips in Jimin's face, the knot in your stomach ripping apart. The pleasure is intoxicating and ten times more intense. Who would've thought Jimin's mouth can turn such a little orgasm into a literal tsunami.

You cum hard while still having Seokjin's fingers knuckles deep in your mouth. You hear Jimin groaning at the pain you inflict on him by pulling on his hair, but he loves the pain and loves even more your cunt rubbing in his face.

Jimin removes your thighs off of his shoulders and pushes them over your stomach. He savours your arousal dripping down from your hole, drinking it like a thirsty man as if it was his only source of water. He makes out with your pussy and this time it's not just an impression. He's opening and closing his mouth on you, sucking on your lips like he would do if he was kissing you.

Seokjin retracts his digits from your mouth and slaps the side of your face with his wet fingers, cupping your jaw after. "Happy? You got what you wanted, greedy little girl," he rasps out, gritting his teeth.

He's so hot when he grits his teeth. He has this look in his eyes, one that makes goosebumps run down your spine. He seems mad, upset you've let Jimin get into your pants so easily without a second thought. Or mad because you didn't wait for him. Well, according to Jimin it's what you were doing, but you shouldn't have started without him. If only you knew you were about to start that.

"Yes," you nod, muttering the word. Seokjin holds your face tightly, fingers pressing on your cheeks, jutting your lips out.

Jimin gets up on his knees and your heart does a flip in your chest at the view of him with his hair tousled, knowing you're the cause of this beautiful mess. His lips and chin are drenched in your juices. He licks them clean and wipes his chin with his hand, flashing you a devious smile after.

"She's just a dumb little girl, now," he teases, bulge very apparent in his shorts. "Did you have a good time, hm? Grinding on my tongue like a deprived virgin?"

Seokjin frees your face to cup your cunt instead, slapping it a couple of times, making you squirm out of overstimulation. "She sure did," he agrees, licking your arousal off his fingers before speaking up again. "Look at her. No thoughts behind those pretty eyes."

You want to say something back, but you can only produce a pathetic whimper.

Jimin is about to lower his shorts over his crotch when Seokjin stops him. "What are you doing?" He asks with a scowl on his face.

"Well, it's my turn," he answers casually, but Seokjin doesn't really agree with him. "I got her all wet, I deserve that pussy."

"Yeah, and you did it behind my back. It's only fair I get to it first-"

"No..." You grumble, interrupting your friend. They both look at you, intrigued with what you have to say. "Stop fighting. I get to decide who enters me." You roll over, getting on your stomach and then on all fours to escape Jimin. You sit up, flicking your eyes between the two men. "And nobody will."

"What!? Why!" Jimin exclaims while Seokjin scoffs. It's stupidly easy to piss them off.

You place yourself over the edge of the bed, your back facing Seokjin and your clad feet hanging off the mattress. You grab Jimin's hand to bring him over to you. You sit on your calves, opening your legs wider and leaning on your hands while Jimin is placed on his knees, back straight.

You look over your shoulder and point at Seokjin where he should be. "Kneel here," you instruct, pointing to the spot just behind you.

You smile when he gets on his knees and he grins back at you, knowing your greedy little pussy wants more. Two pairs of plump lips on your sex on the same day? Blissful.

But you should know Seokjin isn't really the type to follow orders, far away from obeying to your selfish little rules. He's the one who commands, not the opposite. Never the opposite.

"Jimin," you tug on his shorts, making him look down at you.

He smiles sweetly, cradling your face in his warm hands. "Yeah, princess?" He purses his lips as if to send you a kiss. "Wanna suck on my dick? Is that what you want?" He coos, saying such lewd words in a soft voice.

"Please."

He groans appreciatively at your pleading, his cock twitching happily in his briefs. "Get rid of that first, baby," he demands, pulling your pyjama top off of you, revealing your breasts to him. "Perfect..." He purrs, fumbling your tits in his palms before reaching for the band of his shorts.

At the same time Jimin's pulling his cock out, you feel your asscheeks being pushed apart and a big glob of spit falling down between them, dripping down over your puckered hole. You gasp when a thumb comes to stroke the muscle, lubricating it.

You can't really focus on what's happening behind when Jimin's angry erection stands proud just before your eyes. You moan at the sight, having never thought that seeing your best friend's dick would have been so arousing.

He's perfectly girthy, his head a cute shade of pink and glistening in pre-cum. He's not super veiny, but you can sense the weight of it. Looking at it makes you hungry, salivating like a dog in front of a bowl of food.

Jimin is not shaved and you love it. He has two well defined shallow grooves on his abdomen going from his hip bone to his pubis, accentuating how slim and muscled his body is. A few veins pulse out on his abdomen, going down to his pubis, and you want to pass your tongue over each one of them.

You open your mouth, Jimin guiding his cock toward your mouth, but it's at that moment that Seokjin plunges two fingers in your cunt. You moan out, knitting your eyebrows as he reaches a sensitive spot right away. He scissors your insides, and even if you said nobody would fuck you, you think he's stretching you out exactly for that.

"Shhh," Jimin tries to soothe you, patting your head in an endearing manner. "Keep your mouth open, baby." You do so and he doesn't hesitate to penetrate it, moaning in relief as he puts a hand at the back of your head to keep it steady.

He keeps a hand around his base to guide it in your mouth and you relax your jaw, letting him stuff you full of his cock. You want to reach the end so bad, pleasure Jimin like he did with you, but he feeds you his dick slowly, too slowly.

You've never been that eager, that impatient to suck a cock. You want to make him cum, to satisfy him. You want him to use you, use you like you're worth nothing more than a sexual object. He can ruin you, fuck your throat with his fat cock, you only care about his — their — pleasure.

He holds your head, letting go of his cock when he considers he's far enough in. "Ah, what a good fucking whore," he praises breathily, watching the way your lips wrap tightly around his stiff erection, drool dripping down on your chin from being so full.

You bat your eyelashes at Jimin, feeling your eyes stinging. He growls when your eyes connect, his fluffy bangs covering his beautiful almond shaped eyes.

You can't see Seokjin's movements, but you can feel everything. His breaths, the calluses on his hand palming your butt, his long fingers pounding into you, his thumb teasing your rim, you feel it all.

He lays his tongue flat over your cunt where his fingers operate, licking a long trail until he reaches your other hole. You clench around him, a little bit taken back by his obsession with your ass, but still really turned on.

It's nowhere near uncomfortable, though it's not an area you usually explore when you're alone. You keep your jaw slack for Jimin as he starts to thrust in back and forth at a slow pace. He doesn't move much, most of his length stays in your mouth. It's enough friction for him to enjoy, hearing his soft moans above you.

You arch your back to Seokjin's pleasure and he groans pleasantly, having his head buried between your cheeks. He curls his fingers in you and pat gently the spongy spot in you, making you moan obscenely around Jimin's thick cock.

It sends delicious vibrations through Jimin's body and he opens his mouth in pleasure, pushing his cock in deeper. He frowns adorably while his mouth is ajar, watching his meaty length disappear and reappear between your swollen lips.

Seokjin's traces your empty hole with the tip of his tongue, teasing you and making you contract around his fingers so hard he has difficulty to move in. He slaps your ass and your whine is muffled because of Jimin's cock in your mouth. You unclench and he can finally move in freely.

He pulls on one cheek while he kisses and licks around your rim, sometimes going in just a little. You push your behind onto Seokjin, eliciting another groan from him, angry or maybe satisfied, you have no idea.

You're trapped between your two male best friends and you don't know what to think, mind so dizzy, potentially ready to explode. One feeds you his cock, the other eats your ass while fingering your pussy. How can your brain function correctly in this situation? Well, it cannot.

"So fucking impatient," Seokjin observes, now entering a bit of his thumb into your hole. The stretch is weird, but it tingles at the same.

He removes his two digits from your drenched pussy, making you whimper around Jimin, spreading your wetness over your puckered hole after he extracted his thumb. You feel the dampness between your cheeks, purring when Seokjin brings up more arousal.

He pulls your two globs of flesh apart, coming to lick your ass again. You feel his nose pressing down on you and the teasing tip of pink muscle tickling your tight hole. He almost cleans you off of your juices, leaving only his saliva and the insatiable hunger he has for your ass.

Your eyes roll back and Jimin sees it, gripping your hair at the top of your head in a tight fist. You let out a painful long whine, loving the burning sting and the stretch of your ass Seokjin offers you.

Jimin guides the bounces of your head on his cock, doing long and rhythmic thrusts. He groans deeply, the sound coming from his throat, and you mewl in return.

His face is all puffy, cheeks coloured in red, breath shallow and lips dried. He licks them, swallowing in a breathy moan after. He looks delectable, his dark gaze planted on you, never once looking away unless it's to watch his thick cock entering your mouth at an exhilarating pace.

You feel digits stroking your rim, teasing a bit before Seokjin spits on it. "I should fuck that tight ass," he states as he spreads his saliva, dipping in his thumb slightly. "For fucking with Jimin behind my back." He passes a finger over your slicks, noticing how wet you are.

You want to protest, hearing Seokjin standing up on his feet after his scary, but tempting threat. You're about to pull out when Jimin pushes down on your head, keeping it in place. "Ah, shit..." He hisses, feeling you swallowing around him.

It's not long until you sense a long cock sliding over your drenched cunt and you look worryingly at Jimin, but he only smiles at you, still holding your head down.

Seokjin pushes his bulbous head down your tight ass hole and you clench around nothing, heart beating faster. You wonder if he'd really dare to do it, but you know he's not the kind of guy to do it the... messy way. He's teasing, as always.

"Stop whining, baby," Jimin coos, stroking your cheek delicately. He moves in slightly and you flatten your tongue under his meaty cock. "Relax, m'kay? There's nothing to worry about, it's just us," he reassures you and you close your eyes, letting him use your mouth as he pleases.

You finally feel his cock penetrating you, sliding in your pussy in one motion. Your wetness allows him to enter you with ease, making you moan around Jimin's hard dick. One hand strokes your back, big palm caressing your sweaty skin, passing over the bumps of your spinal column.

"She's fucking tight, sucking me in like crazy," Seokjin rasps out, smacking one of your asscheeks, making your flesh jiggle from the force of the hit. "Acts like she doesn't wanna get fucked, but that's all she's been dreaming about..."

You whine, wanting to say something, but you can't while having a full mouth. "Such a dirty girl, aren't you, princess?" Jimin purrs, perfect pink lips curving upward into an evil smile.

He refrains a lewd moan from escaping his mouth by biting down on his bottom lip, fist pulling harder on your hair. You do your best to breathe through your nose, focusing on your gag reflex and hollowing your cheeks to maximize his pleasure.

"Ah, fuck-!" Jimin frowns and grits his teeth, too close to his high to continue fucking your mouth. He yanks your head back, pulling out of you in an instant.

His cock twitches after he analyses your face, looking absolutely destroyed. You breathe with difficulty, cheeks stained by your tears and chin by your drool. You blink several times, looking back into his eyes before moaning out loudly, leaning yourself on Jimin.

Seokjin doesn't miss your sweet spot and it's too intense for you, holding on to Jimin for some emotional support. You grip the sides of his t-shirt, sticking the side of your face to his chest, crying against him all while you're getting fucked by one of your best friends.

Jimin can't help but play with your dangling breasts, fumbling the plushy flesh in his rough palms and pulling on your nipples. It makes you arch your back, leaning on Jimin's touch and pushing your hips against Seokjin's.

The man behind you grips your hips tightly, sinking his fingers into your soft flesh, leaving your poor skin sore and the marks of his fingertips behind. He snaps his hips against yours roughly and he seems to never get enough, driving his cock into your wet pussy like a mad man.

Jimin's erection stands just before your eyes, glistening in your spit and hard as rock. He sees you looking at it so he grabs it, guiding it to your lips. "Wanna suck it, baby?" He asks in his sweet voice and you glimpse up at him, drooling on his t-shirt, looking totally braindead. "Don't be shy, open your mouth..."

You part your lips to mouth at the reddened tip, suckling on it gently. Jimin hums, stroking your hair delicately, the opposite of Seokjin's actions who pounds into you with force, using you to get himself off.

Suddenly, he steadies his hips against your ass, stopping his vigorous hip thrusts. He then pulls out and your legs fail you, no longer strong enough to stand on their own without him holding you up. You cry, letting go of Jimin's cock and glancing over your shoulder to see Seokjin getting rid of his long-sleeved t-shirt.

"Do you want to switch?" Jimin questions his hyung and this one nods, catching his breath.

"Yeah," he breathes out a positive answer.

Jimin smirks down at you. "Come here, baby," he softly instructs, grabbing your bicep and bringing you to the head of the bed. He takes off his sweats before stretching out his legs and leaning his head on the pillows. "Turn around, show me this little ass."

You straddle his lap how he wants it and you see Seokjin following you, gently tugging at his aching cock covered in your juices. He's long and curvy, but he looks less stiff than Jimin. You suppose he's the type to get more length when erect, unlike his friend.

"Come on, princess, put it in," Jimin smiles and you look at him, shuddering in desire at his words. "Sit on it," he insists.

"Yes, Minnie," you sigh out of exhaustion.

You take his wet cock in your hand and angle it toward your leaking hole, moaning softly when you sink down on him. The stretch of your cunt is good, feeling completely full. He twitches happily in you, Jimin extending his arms to grip your hips possessively.

You moan in unison, Jimin letting out a long grunt and you a loud whine. He doesn't reach as deep as Seokjin, but he fills you up really well.

"Oh, fuck," Jimin curses, biting down on his bottom lip out of pleasure. "Go ahead, ride me, baby," he softly demands and you oblige happily.

You start doing a grind motion, leaning on Jimin's thighs to keep your balance. He runs his palms all over your body, appreciating your curves and the way you move your hips on him to pleasure yourself.

Seokjin grips your chin, making you face his angry erection, his hand wrapped around it. "Show me how good of a slut you are, sweetheart," he sings, tucking a wild strand of hair behind your ear.

His long fingers stroke his cock, but they stop at the base when you tilt your head down, catching his swollen tip in your mouth. He hums appreciatively and passes his fingers through your hair, now wet by your sweat. He collects your hair in an improvised ponytail, keeping them away from your face.

You bob your head over his long cock, stroking the base with one of your palms since you can't fit all of him in your mouth, your other palm still sitting on Jimin's thigh. You hear the beautiful, raspy moans of Seokjin, proud of yourself for making him feel good.

He is smoothly shaved, skin soft and sturdy under your tongue and fingertips. You love the sleek feeling of Seokjin's pubis, although you equally adore the stinging feeling of Jimin's pubic hair against your skin.

You grind on Jimin, doing little motions that are more pleasurable to you, but he still approves, muttering a 'fuck yeah' while directing your hips.

You suck Seokjin as if you were in a porno, bobbing your head over his length and moaning around him exaggeratedly. You don't know where this sudden vigour comes from, but you won't complain. Surely not when he looks impressed, in total admiration.

"Fucking slut," Jimin slurs out, pupil dilated and filled in lust at the sight of a white ring around the base of his cock left by your pussy.

You whine around Seokjin, disagreeing with him, or maybe agreeing. It doesn't matter anyway with the way you clench around him each time he throws bad words at you.

You like how they treat you, as if all those insults were deserved and justified. But they know damn well none of the things they say are true, that's why it's so exciting.

You move in slow circles, Jimin's hands grabbing and slapping your ass. Your juices are everywhere, dripping down on his balls and sticking to his pelvis. It feels a little bit nasty, but you don't think anyone in this room really cares.

It smells so much like sex and you wonder how long it'll take for the odour to go away. Knowing your friends, they could probably never open the windows just to keep the smell of you in. You would dissuade them from it, because come on, but the thought makes you slightly smile.

"Fuck, this mouth is doing wonders," Seokjin compliments and you're ravished to hear that. "Don't know how long I'll last, sweetheart," he announces, looking down at your lips gliding smoothly over his long, curvy cock.

"Same," Jimin adds in, voice raspy and breath erratic.

You're encouraged by that, pleased to know you're making them feel really good. You use your full potential and lift up your hips, dropping them back down on Jimin's dick. You love the stretch, love how his cock pushes your walls to make room for himself, being so big your pussy just can't keep his size.

You take Seokjin's in your mouth, slurping and swallowing around him. He groans, telling you how much he likes you and your wet tongue.

"Okay- Fuck," Seokjin begins, but curses when you cup his balls, innocently glancing up at him. He puts a hand on the top of your head and pushes you away from him, his cock slipping out of your mouth. "I'm taking her pussy, now," he says, still looking at you even though he's addressing Jimin.

"No! Why?" Jimin complains, groaning loudly in disagreement.

"Because I want to," he says back, too stubborn to even consider another option.

"Well, you're gonna let me finish first."

As you lift up your hips, Jimin's cock pulling out of you, he's quick to turn you around and lay you down on the bed where he was positioned previously. Seokjin lets him, rolling his eyes at the childishness of his friend — even though he's not acting very mature either.

Jimin straddles your waist, stroking his cock just over your breasts, licking his lips. You watch his hand running up and down his length rapidly, all coated in your wetness and saliva of earlier.

"Shit, shit- I'm cumming," he hastily warns, fingers wrapped tightly around his dick. He was already close when he was in you, so it doesn't take long until he's brought back close to his high.

His eyes are blown out, looking at your tits like there's nothing sexier than them. His hips stutter and you place your palms on his naked thighs, feeling how hot his skin is.

"Ah! Fuck," he chokes on his words, angling his cock toward your boobs. You look at him emptying himself on your chest, long ropes of white cum landing on your breasts. He keeps stroking obsessively until he spills out everything, little white beads falling from his wet and reddened tip.

He whines a little when it starts to hurt because of overstimulation. He eventually finishes, passing a hand through his hair, removing his wet bangs from covering his eyes. His chest heaves rapidly as he tries to regain a normal breathing.

"Go away, loser."

Jimin sends a murderous glare at Seokjin before clearing the way, sitting down, back against the wall.

Seokjin penetrates you again, locking your shaky legs behind his back. You gasp when he pounds in immediately, not once missing a beat. You sneak a hand between your legs, reaching your pulsating and puffy clit left alone for too long now.

With your other hand, you swipe a finger in Jimin's cum on your boobs, picking it up and bringing it to your mouth. Seokjin watches you eating his friend's cum and he squints his eyes at you, perhaps a little jealous.

"Oh! Jinnie," you mewl, the knot in your stomach tightening from his tip brushing against the sweet spot inside of you and your finger drawing quick circles on your clit.

You lick more cum off your fingers, arching your back and closing your walls around Seokjin's long cock. You moan loudly when you reach your high, milky his dick and clenching repeatedly around him, bringing him close to his high as well.

"Fuck, you're so fucking tight, sweetheart." His hips snap against yours and like earlier, they steady on you, cock twitching inside your pussy.

He doesn't pull out this time and paints your insides white in his cum, spurting everything he has deep into you. You sigh of contentment, loving the hot sensation of his cum in your pussy.

"I'm so full, Jinnie," you purrs and he slips out slowly, looking at his seeds dripping out of you as you hole keeps quivering and clenching from your previous orgasm.

He wets his lips, wishing he could see this everyday of the week; you full of his creamy cum. But of course, he's not the only one to want this. He'd have to share.

"Next time, I'm the one cumming inside," Jimin says from where he is, catching a glimpse of the white substance falling out of your hole. "You selfish jerk," he mutters to his friend.

Later on, after Seokjin passed a cloth between your legs and Jimin cleaned the mess he made on your breasts, you fell asleep in Seokjin's bed. The boys finished the movie without you since you were too tired, eyelids closing on their own.

They stayed up late at night, playing video games and eating ramen, sometimes giving each other stupid challenges like doing a certain amount of push-ups in a determined time.

They didn't really disturb your sleep since you were knocked out. Though you sometimes woke up from their voices, you went back to sleep easily. You don't know who slept beside you that night, but you woke up with Jimin's arm around your waist and Seokjin coming back with breakfast.

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Do not ask for a part 2.

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captainfern · 9 months

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Hi!! I really love your work, your mind and your writing is just so amazing!

I wanted to send a humbler request (if you don’t give or want to do it then pls ignore this~)

Request I had is that Gaz or Price guide a inexperienced reader through a bj/oral felatio? Or if you want to a twist where reader guides the cod men through the process on the reader themselves.

Once again, your work is amazing and you have a wonderful way with words ✨

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Release

Kyle "Gaz" Garrick x fem!reader

[“Release” by Timbaland]

[18+]

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• summary - read the request. you make gaz whimper btw lol. • rating - 18+ • wordcount - 1.9k • warnings - fem!reader, oral [m!receiving and f!receiving], hella praise, gaz do be whimpering, strong language

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inspired by the concerning amount of whimper audios gracing my tiktok fyp rn

also "oral fellatio" is the fanciest name i've ever heard someone call head lmao

no soft launch for this shit. i'm too horny for this man to fuck around. i just wanna find out

"F-fuck, easy, baby, easy—" Gaz moaned, his hand on the back of your head as he guided your mouth further down his cock. "S'all right, baby, take it easy."

He was responding to you gagging around him as his tip nudged the back of your throat. You had immediately pulled back, and he began petting the back of your head as you wrapped your lips around his tip.

You calmed your breathing, dragging your lips back down his length, saliva pooling out of your mouth and rolling in droplets along a couple of prominent veins.

"There you go... there you go, good girl, baby, doing so good," Gaz breathed, eyes on you, eyelids fluttering. "S-so good, sweetheart. Taking my cock so good."

You looked up at him and made eye contact. No doubt you looked a mess, but he was clearly enjoying himself. You were kneeling between his legs as he sat on the edge of your shared bed, and he was guiding you through head like the best teacher you'd ever had.

"Mmm... wrap your hand around the base, sweetheart," Gaz breathed as your free hands were planted on his thighs. "Come on... ah— g-good, yeah, j-just like that, fuck—"

You took one hand and wrapped it around the base of his cock, collecting a good amount of saliva beneath your palm. You squeezed him gently, but tight enough to make his sentence stutter and his hips buck up into your mouth.

"Mmmyeah, baby, just like that," He whimpered, head tossed back momentarily as he let out a breathy moan. "Just like that."

You slowly moved your hand up and down, maintaining pressure, as you took more of his cock into your mouth. You tried to take more, but when the tip rammed the back of your throat, you gagged. Gaz clearly didn't mind— he groaned, twitching in your mouth each time you did so.

The sounds were obscene, too. Wet and slick and loud. Sucking and slurping, making your stomach coil tight with pleasure. Gaz's noises were loud, too— whimpering and whining, incoherent sentences stringing together in pleasure as you sucked his cock.

He was offering you so much praise it was making your face grow hot.

"Such a good girl, sweetheart. Making me feel so good... taking my cock so well," Gaz praised, watching you. He still had a hand to the back of your head, gently guiding you further onto him. "Such a good listener, too. So perfect, baby, fucking hell—"

You forced him further into your mouth, tears forming in your eyes as his cock slid down your throat. Your lips pressed to your fist, still gripping his base gently, nose brushing the patch of hair before you pulled yourself back up and repeated the action.

Gaz moaned loudly, panting through a jumble of whines and whimpers. He watched you take more of him, saliva dripping everywhere, wet sounds amplifying. He bucked his hips each time you took him as far as you could go— the vibrations of your light gags making him chew harder on his bottom lip.

Your tongue was heavy and warm on the underside of his cock, and the sensations made his mouth drop open while he watched you with a hand to the back of your head. He was breathing hard— each breath he took mixed with a soft, pleasure-high whimper.

"You're such a good girl for me, baby. My g-good girl— mmm... ah, fuck, baby— y-yeah, fuck, my good girl. All mine." Gaz whimpered softly, making your core ache.

All mine, huh?

You resisted the urge to smile around his cock as you hollowed you cheeks further, more slurping noises eliciting from the sides of your saliva-streaked mouth.

He was twitching in your mouth, and you could practically taste the sudden flood of pre-cum that dripped down the back of your throat. You whined around his cock, the movements of his hips becoming more urgent as he neared his peak.

"Ah... ah... mmmfuck— f-fuck, m'gonna cum, sweetheart," Gaz panted heavily, small whines following. "Gonna cum in— mmm-my god, ah— m'gonna cum in your mouth, sweetheart, you need—"

You knew what he was trying to say through the whimpers and whines and stutters. He wanted you to pull off of his cock so he didn't have to shoot his load into your mouth.

No way.

You hummed stubbornly, teary eyes finding his as you sucked around his tip, before taking him a bit further into your mouth while you pumped the base with your hand. He was almost crying now, pleasure building so harshly inside of him that he thought he might snap.

"Yeah? You wanna swallow?" Gaz asked you between quiet moans, and you tried your best to nod, mouth still stuffed with his cock. You hummed for emphasis, too, making his breath hitch.

"Okay, sweetheart, okay, f-fuck yeah, okay," He babbled, tip slamming against the back of your throat as he held your head steady, fucking his cock into your mouth as he chased his high. "M'gonna— ohmygod, ah— m'gonna—"

He never did finish his sentence.

Gaz cut himself off with a whimpered moan of your name, so pretty falling from his lips. His eyes rolled as he came in your mouth, hand holding your head steady. You choked slightly, shoots dripping down your throat, with some being squeezed out the corners of your mouth where his cock stretched you open.

You carefully pulled off of him, his seed dripping down your chin. You stroked his softening cock gently, making it jerk, still slick with cum and saliva. Gaz released a shaky breath, followed by a whine as he looked down at you with a watery gaze.

"Good girl, baby," he muttered tiredly as you got to your feet and crawled into is lap, straddling him. "Such a good girl for me."

You wrapped your arms around his shoulders, and he watched you as you swallowed and then stuck your tongue out at him. He smiled slyly, leaning forward to press his tongue to yours. You let out a high-pitched sound of amusement from the back of your throat, before you kissed him. His hands found the small of your back, pressing you closer.

You kissed for a while, sloppy and wet and the noisiest you've probably ever kissed. Every so often, he'd pause the movements of his lips to let his mouth hang agape, panting and whimpering into your mouth as you kissed him. Your hands explored the rigid muscles along his upper back and shoulders, your hips grinding down onto him, his cock growing hard again.

You pulled out of the kiss, a thick string of saliva connected the both of your tongues. It broke when you smiled and laughed.

Gaz nudged his nose against yours, trying to chase the kiss, but you leaned back, vulpine smile on your lips.

"Mm... Gaz?"

"Yeah, sweetheart?" He was still trying to kiss you.

You giggled, turning your head away. He took the opportunity to latch his mouth to the junction of your jaw, sucking the soft skin. He peppered kisses down your neck as you spoke again.

"Want you to return the favour." You said jokingly, and you felt him smile against your neck.

"Gladly." He said, and proceeded to stand up with you in his arms. You withheld a squeal of surprise as he spun the both of you around and dumped you on the bed. You bounced as he clambered after you, dragging you by the ankles closer to him, so he could wiggle your soaked underwear away from your core.

He exhaled a breath as he flung your underwear away, eyes locked to your glistening core.

"Fucking hell, you're soaked," he commented, almost breathless, leaning forward and swiping a finger up your slit. "You... you got this worked up from sucking my cock?"

The question sounded as though he was genuinely surprised.

You bit your lip, smiling down at him. "Mhm."

"Jesus... fuck."

"Love the sounds you make," you whisper at him, watching as he laid on his stomach and settled himself between your legs. "You sound so pretty, Gaz."

He groaned, leaning his head against your thigh. "Fucking Christ, sweetheart, you can't be saying that to me."

"Why not?"

"I'll... fuck sakes... I'll come in my bloody bedsheets, honestly."

You giggled, wiggling your hips as an invitation. He got the hint, and pressed forward, his warm breath fanning across your dripping cunt. You moaned at the heat alone, hips inclining further towards his mouth.

Gaz moved his mouth away from you, ever so slightly. "Tell me how you want it."

You moaned loudly. "Gaz—"

"Tell me," he whispered. "You want my fingers first, baby? Or d'you just want my mouth?"

"Mouth, fuck, please—" You keened desperately, and he gave in with a chuckle.

He delicately kissed from your sopping cunt, up your folds, until he reached your clit, which he drew into his mouth. He made you sob out as he released it with a slick pop, before he was dragging his tongue back down your folds.

You instantly reached down to place a hand near the crown of his head. As his tongue circled your fluttering cunt, you pushed his head further into you, your bucking hips meeting the movement halfway. He moaned as you pushed him into you, his tongue making contact with your wet hole, his nose pressed taut to your clit. Your entire body shivered, a whine leaving your lips.

"No teasing, Gaz," you groaned as his tongue stilled inside you. "Faster."

He hummed a deep laugh against your core before he picked up his movements once more. His tongue firm inside you, making you squirm against the bedsheets, holding his face deeper to you. Your chest rose and fell rapidly, back arching as you sobbed. Pleasure was quickly building inside of you.

"Just like that, Gaz, please—" you begged. "Feel's so good."

If Gaz had a tail, it would be wagging.

He grunted softly into your core, fucking his tongue as deep as it could go while he gripped your thighs, kneading the flesh beneath his fingers. You were so needy, so fucking wet that the entire lower half of his face was slick with your arousal. But he wasn't complaining— not when you urged his face closer and closer into you until his nose was pressing hard against your puffy clit.

You moaned again. The sounds Gaz eliciting from you were heavenly, a complete juxtaposition from the pornographic sucking and licking filling the quiet room.

"So good, Gaz, feel's so good. Gonna cum..." you drawled, voice airy.

Gaz hummed again, ensuring his tongue was deep inside you so that the vibrations stimulated your core. It worked by the way your thighs clamped tighter around his head. Gaz's cock jumped at that.

"Gonna cum, gonna cum," you whined, legs trembling around Gaz's head. "Mm-fuck— such a good boy, Gaz, fuck— feels so fucking good—"

Gaz moaned into your cunt, really fucking loudly, as you came. The sound rung in your ears as your back arched and you came into his mouth, his tongue still stuffed inside you. His hands tightened around your thighs, keeping your legs still, as he fucked you through your orgasm, grunting and whimpering into your core.

After a moment, and once your body trembles had subsided, Gaz pulled away. Your face immediately grew hot as you caught sight of his face— the lower half completely drenched, glistening.

Gaz licked his lips.

You laughed. "Good?"

"You have no bloody idea."

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kleem-o · 10 months

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Dragon hybrid!Bakugou x Reader

part 3

Synopsis: After the eventful festival, you and Bakugou finally faced each other’s feelings and recognized each other as mates. Unbeknownst to you, unknown figures attempted to harm you, and unfortunately, succeeded. Warning!! Violence, gore, and depictions of blood, nsfw. Part 3 to this. Enjoyy!!

Wc: 2.4k

A/N: Hii !! thank you all for the love and support!! I wasnt sure whether to upload the entire part, but i thought that it would be too long so the next part would probably be the last one, but it might be short. Though I might make some content about this in the future. Hehe let me know what yall think. Most part of this is through Bakugou’s perspective btw. Enjoyyy!!

Bakugou stays still, eyes closed, purring, head on your lap as you massage his hair. “Bakugou wake up.” “Hmmm..” Bakugou’s eyes remained close as he buried his face further into your lap. Your scent and warmth was like a blanket comforting him, he felt safe. “Bakugou wake up” just as quickly as he heard the words leave your mouth, the safety he felt vanished. It was suddenly cold and your scent disappeared. Bakugou’s hands felt his surroundings trying to look for you but to no avail. He then heard a scream, a pained frantic scream. His eyes jolted open, his breathing ragged as he took in where he was.

It seemed that he was in a cage, a seemingly metal cage with a cover draped over it, preventing him from seeing outside the cage. “Y/N..?” Every passing second without you made his heart beat faster, his breathing becoming irregular as he tried his best to assess the situation. You weren’t in the cage with him, and he couldn’t smell your scent anywhere. In fact, he couldn’t smell anything. He guessed that something must have messed with his senses, he just couldn’t guess what exactly it was. Was it something in the festival? “Y/N!” He went to grab the metal bars only to growl in pain after contact. He surprisingly looked at his hand as it was covered in burns after touching the bars. He always dealt with fire when he was cooking, hell he even produced explosions from his hand, but it never really hurt him. No, not like this one. He was beginning to panic, he couldn’t think clearly anymore as his mind was clouded with thoughts of you. Where were you? Were you alright? Were you safe? What if you got hurt too? He knew he couldn’t live without you. You were his mate. Someone he would spend his lifetime with. Was it worth living in a world without you? All these thoughts made him choke on his breath, he was having trouble breathing and all he thought of was to find you. He tried to touch and pry open the metal bars only to growl loud in pain. He let go of the bars only to see that his hands were now full of burns and fresh wounds. Suddenly the drapes were removed and he saw the horror outside the cage that trapped him with his thoughts of you.

The sight he saw was nothing short of terrifying. Even he, a dragon, got shivers as he truly felt the danger in the atmosphere. It was dark out, barely any stars and the moon was hiding from the scene. There were torches on the ground circling the cage and some of the figures were holding some as well. It seemed that they were in an open area deep inside the forest, somewhere that even Bakugou hadn’t reached yet. But what was truly terrifying were the people. People in red robes. Their faces were covered by the large hoods but Bakugou could still make out the sinister smiles they held. They were in formation that circled the cage, and there were a lot of them. Maybe around 40 to 50 people? But Bakugou had no time to make sure. He growled in anger and bared his fangs, he made big and loud explosions in his hand to attempt to break the cage and scare the people off. The cage didn’t even budge and neither did the people, in fact it only seemed to entertain them more, their vicious smiles turning into horrifying laughter. Bakugou growled loudly “WHERE IS SHE?!” This caused the people to stop their laughter, eerily all at the same time. Someone stepped up and removed his hood. The person’s eyes were entirely black…too black? Bakugou wondered if the person even had eyes. There was an upside down cross on the person’s forehead marked with what seemed to be ash, while there were red lines going down from the person’s eye sockets to their jaw. The red lines looked like blood and Bakugou shuddered at the thought of whose blood it was. He had to think that you were safe, it was the only way to keep him sane. The person opened his mouth and spoke “Bring out the sacrifice”

Oh.

Three people held you, as you were unconscious.

Bakugou stopped breathing. You were dressed in a ragged white dress, if you could even call it that as all anyone would see is red. You were bloody all over, small cuts all over your body along with bruises spreading colors of purple and green all over your body. Your head was bleeding heavily and blood was coming out of your nose. Your right foot was bent in a way that would make anyone cry in pain. Bakugou almost fell into a catatonic state as he watched carefully to see whether you were breathing or not. Bakugou cried out in pain, anger, and sadness. It was so loud that some people had to block their ears from the pained cry. “STOP! Y/N WAKE UP! WAKE UP!!” Bakugou’s vision began to blur from his tears, his head was starting to hurt and he was turned into a pleading mess “PLEASE DON’T– DON’T HURT HER! PLEASE” Bakugou would do anything to trade places with you, to bear all the pain you feel, he couldn’t even imagine what you went through, he cursed himself for not being able to protect you, you were his mate and he couldn’t even save you from all this, how could he even call himself your mate. Amidst all his cries and begging, the person with the hood down began to speak “Attention, everyone. Tonight we have gathered here to witness a miracle! A miracle it took ages for our society to obtain. Here we have.. A dragon!” Everyone began cheering loudly, raising their arms as if to thank the skies. Bakugou couldn’t understand anything that was happening and still looked at you, crying for all this to stop. “PLEASE STOP!! DON’T– DON’T HURT HER ANYMORE!!” The leader, as it seemed, continued speaking “It has been centuries since the last miracle! The enlightenment of life through a dragon’s tears! I have gathered you all here tonight to be part of the birth of a new society.. Immortals as we call it. Gods” Bakugou tried to pry open the cage again only to be burned worse than before, his hands were now all bloody, wounds extending to his entire arm. Bakugou growled out loud, his eyes never leaving you, and his dragon instincts now taking over, anger taking over all his other emotions. One of the people noticed the change in Bakugou’s aura, instead of crying and begging, the dragon was now breathing hard, growling, fangs bared and eyes slitted. The person immediately informed the leader and in haste the leader announced “Let us begin the ritual! Present the sacrifice!” The three people carrying you suddenly threw you to the ground. As you hit the ground, Bakugou grabbed the bars, and growled through the burning pain. Even though the pain was now pulsing in his whole body, he didn’t dare let go. He began making explosions as he held the bar and in the people’s horror, they watched as the bars were slowly being pried open by the dragon. “Impossible! The cage is made of silver!” With a loud growl and one final push, the cage was now open for the bloodlusted dragon to leave. People started screaming and running, in hopes of escaping the dragon. But it was all in vain as Bakugou was faster than everyone, easily catching up and slicing their throats open. Bakugou showed no mercy and no thoughts were in his head except hurt, kill. Most of the people were dead, lying on the ground either beheaded or with their throats sliced, while some had torn limbs or dismembered body parts. Finally, Bakugou looked at the leader with eyes that looked like death, a grave reminder of what is coming to the leader. The leader got on his knees and clasped his hands together almost like in a prayer. “PLEASE! FORGIVE ME! THEY MADE ME DO IT!! I KNOW NOTHING OF THIS!” Bakugou couldn’t understand or failed to care enough to understand a word that was coming out of the man’s mouth. In annoyance, Bakugou grabbed the man’s jaw and ripped it apart, leaving only the halter up the man’s face intact. The man fell to the ground and started shaking pathetically. Bakugou growled loudly and slowly dismembered the man’s limbs one by one. Bakugou stopped when he could no longer hear the man’s whimpers of pain.

He was breathing heavily as he ran to you on the ground. He placed you on his lap and cradled your head, shaking you in an attempt to wake you up “wake up.. Please wake up..” Bakugou felt tears falling again, he felt as if his world was crumbling down, he couldn’t bear to look at you too ashamed as he failed as your mate. He shook you harder to wake you up. He looked at the wound on your stomach and applied pressure in hopes to stop the bleeding. “y/n.. Please wake up, don't leave me.” Bakugou was too scared to check your pulse, not sure if he wanted to know the answer but he did it nonetheless. His eyes regained a bit of hope as he felt your pulse although weak. He carried you carefully making sure that he wouldn’t make any of your injuries worse and ran off into the forest. He didn’t know where to go but his panicked mind was telling him anywhere was better than there, where a lot of corpses lay waiting for crows to feed on them. He found a cave and thought to settle you there, making sure there were no dangers lurking by, and hurriedly went to find all the herbs you taught him that would help injuries, god he was thankful for learning with you. Even now, you were still helping him even in your unconscious state. He remembers the time you first met and hoped that like him, you would recover too.

Several months have passed since then. Bakugou found shelter, an abandoned house it seems, after weeks of him nursing you to health. You still haven’t woken up, and each passing day Bakugou’s sanity was drifting away. Every single day he would wake up next to you, hoping you were awake. He would check your pulse, clean your wounds, then go out to hunt and look for herbs to help you. Everytime he remembered the.. event that took place he couldn’t stop shaking. He made a mental note that he couldn’t trust any human other than you. They were all the same to him, devils that want to harm the both of you. Instead of the soft kind dragon that you knew, Bakugou now turned aggressive, taking out his anger and frustrations on the world. The only time he became soft was when he was with you. At night, when the world becomes quiet, he would cuddle up next to you doing his best to avoid your remaining injuries, he would close his eyes trying to relish in your warmth, as his sorrowful cries fill the now dreadful night. One day in particular, after checking up on you, Bakugou headed off into the forest to look for more herbs and food.

The certain herb that he was looking for only grew in a certain part of the forest, however he smelled the scent of another human nearby. Immediately his guard was up, he wasn’t in the mood to attack as he had to hurry back to you. He went to gather the herbs quickly but felt a stick hit his head “Hey!” he growled as he turned around to attack only to be taken aback by the small old woman holding a cane. “What the hell are you doing here?? Getting all my herbs too! You’re that rascal that's been stealing aren’t ya?!” The old woman raised her cane to hit the dragon again only to be stopped by Bakugou. Bakugou quickly grabbed and snapped the cane in half with one hand, and was going to grab the old lady on the neck, only to be stopped by a big buff man with hair the same color as the sun. “Chiyo! Are you okay? I told you so many times not to wander off here! It's not safe! Please tell me next time you go outside!” The old woman simply rubbed dust off her kimono “Oh come off it Yagi! This little reptile has been stealing my herbs!! Return it at once!!” Bakugou was at a loss for words, the big man was strong enough to hold off his arm, hell the man was even bigger than him. “Reptile?! Old woman have you gone craz– oh…what the..” The man finally took a good look at Bakugou only to find two horns on his face, his eyes slitted, and a huge tail. Bakugou attempted to bite the man’s hand only for the man to avoid it quickly, while carrying the old woman, Chiyo as she was called, away from the dragon. “Hey!! Get that stupid reptile now!! He’s taking all the herbs!!” The man looked at the dragon that quickly gathered the herbs and ran off quickly into the forest. “What the hell is that reptile’s deal!!??” The old woman scurried off the man’s arms and went to inspect what was left of the herbs she planted. “Hmmm.. it seemed that the creature was specifically targeting these herbs, did you see? He scurried off quickly as if he was going to bring them to someone, if he just wanted to escape he would’ve just left the herbs..what if.. What if someone is in danger?” The old woman was now grumbling about “Who the hell cares? It still stole my herbs.. Gotta make sure it never happens again..” The old woman continued mumbling about how the sneaky lizard thing should go to hell when the man said “I’m going to check it out.”

“What?! Are you crazy?? That thing was obviously not a human, and I know you’re strong Yagi, but I’m sure that reptile thing can still win against you!”

“But it was like someone was hurt.. You’re a doctor aren’t you Chiyo? We need to help them..”

“You’re batshit crazy if you think I’ll go with you to heal that big lizard and its cold blooded friends!!”

Now the man and the old woman were tracking the dragon’s steps trying to find where he was. “Foolish boy, always dragging me around.” The big man was carrying the old woman on his shoulders, smirking as she still accompanied him. Not too long, they found an abandoned house that they both suspected the dragon took shelter in.

Slowly they made their way into the house.

Here's Part 4!

A/N: god i fucking suck LMAOO i really tried my best to put what i imagined into words. i also made some stuff up like the dragon weakness being silver i have nothing to back that up lol i love writing dark themes the cult part was my fav. Anww i added new characters! recovery girl and all might (he’s so hot lol) The next part will be the last part of this series but I have other plans for dragon bakugou (prob smut lol). Feel free to ask!

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MELTING — CHOI YEONJUN࿐

summary. sometimes yeonjun just wants to be taken care of… especially after a long day.

wc. 1.3k

warnings. switch!yj, switch!reader, unprotected sex, lowkey very soft, creampie, whiny & needy!yj, praise kink, pet names (baby, angel, princess) — MINORS DNI 18+

note. yessss im petty and yesssss this is for all the haters! i thank all of u for getting me out of my writing slump 😁 btw this is literally a gourmet drabble, lol it’s so short w no plot whatsoever— enjoy!!! (not proofread)

yeonjun has had a day. the type of day that has him trudging through the door with the biggest pout etched into his lips. as soon as he walks into your room and spots you on the bed, scrolling mindlessly through your phone, he almost immediately feels better. you happen to have that effect on him.

nonetheless, he’s toppling over you and digging his face into your neck, still in the clothes he’s been in all day. the act has you giggling, setting your phone on the nightstand as you greet him softly.

“hi, baby, how was your day?” you ask and he groans, nuzzling his face into the crook. “that bad, huh?” you chuckle, arms wrapping around him as if he were an actual baby.

“yeah,” he grumbles, lips attaching to the skin of your neck. “missed you s’much.” he says in between pecks.

you shiver a bit, realizing this is going to escalate. you let out a breathy giggle, “missed you, too, jjunnie.”

he gets on his forearms to look at you. he looks a bit nervous… anxious. then he asks, “can you do something for me?” his voice has never sounded so small and it has you furrowing your brows in confusion.

“what is it?”

“you can say no… i know we’ve never tried anything like this before, but…” he trails off, eyes evading contact as he opts on looking at the ruffled sheets instead. “can you… can you try being on top?”

your mouth opens to say something, then shuts before it can happen. what exactly is he asking for? you’ve ridden him hundreds of times– being on top is nothing new to you.

“you want me to ride you?” you ask, dumbfounded.

“no– well, not no… i just mean… can you maybe… be in charge?” the last of his words come out whispered and he falls back into the crook of your neck with a heated face. “i’ve just had a hard day…”

oh. so that’s what that means.

you coo, softly, almost naturally falling into the role. “poor thing,” you say, one of your hands coming up to play with his hair. “you want me to take care of you?”

he audibly shudders, hot breath fanning against your neck. “please…” he replies, voice devoid of any hesitation. he feels his dick hardening in his pants, twitching at the sudden change in your demeanor.

“alright, jjunnie,” you say. “as you wish.”

–

unexpectedly, yeonjun was easily reduced to a mess. all it took was some praising words about how good he was and how pretty he looked while your slick hand rubbed his cock for him to completely crumble under you.

now, you’re hovering over him, hand wrapped tightly around his hard cock to guide him into your comically wet cunt. it’s torture for him, honestly. you’re moving so slow and he’s sure he’s about to explode if you don’t just put it in. he attempts to speed up the process, but when he bucks his hips, you instantaneously squeeze his cock even harder.

he moans loudly, throwing his head back, “‘m sorry– please, can’t take it.”

“be patient, baby, want it to feel really good for you.” you murmur, easing your grip on his length. you run the tip through your folds and he gasps feeling just how wet you are. “‘s gonna feel so good.” you echo, voice wavering a bit. “so wet for you.”

he whines because he knows– he can feel how wet you are. “please… angel, please just fuck me. need you so bad.” he begs, his voice even more unsteady than yours.

you can’t deny that. you bring his tip back to rest at your drooling hole, but you don’t concede that you want it just as bad as him even though your head is spinning with need and desire.

when you slowly sink down onto his cock, his jaw goes slack and guttural groan rips from his throat. you whimper, basking in the way he stretches you open even when he’s technically the one getting fucked.

his hands quickly fly to your waist, slamming you down to the base of his cock. the action makes you cry out his name to which he inadvertently bucks his hips up, driving himself even further inside of you.

“mmph, jjunie,” you whine, palms lying flat against his chest. “cock ‘s too good, fill me up so well. so good f’me.”

yeonjun feels like he might die if you fuel him with any more praise. “princess fuck,” he pants out the pet name. ironically enough, he’s the one with his head against the pillow, his hair tousled, and his eyes screwed shut as his hands squeeze your flesh so tight. so tight that you know you’ll wake up with bruises in the morning. “don’t say stuff like that...” he utters.

you know he’s turned on, likely to cum prematurely, when his cock twitches in your cunt. you coo again, “it’s true… you make me feel so full, baby, i love your cock.” it’s when he twitches again that you open your eyes to look at him with your hazy vision.

and, fuck, what a sight. his mouth is wide open, moans tumbling out and his brows are knit together as if he were experiencing the most amazing thing life had to offer.

when you start moving, though, his eyes shoot open, training them on the sight of your pussy swallowing his cock every time you lift up and slide back down. it’s a painstakingly slow rate, but if you go any faster, he’ll probably combust.

so, he takes it. his hands guide you up and down his cock all the while you whisper your sweet praises and fill his head with euphoria. the pace picks up naturally as you adjust to his size and relax your tight grip.

you’re tirelessly moving on your own, moaning out his name and feeling your stomach tighten with every stroke. your thighs burn–though you can barely recognize it with how good you feel. yeonjun can tell you’re struggling with the way you inconsistently bounce up and down his cock, so he thrusts into you, meeting your hips halfway.

“jjun,” you mewl, nails digging into his chest leaving red crescent shapes in the skin. “baby, oh my god…”

he moans in what seems like agreement. “so close, god, i’m so fucking close– you’re so tight,” he slurs, eyes rolling back in pleasure. “god– baby, too good, ‘s too good, i won’t last.” he sounds like a broken record– the way he moans out about how good you feel– you feel as if you might’ve broken him.

“cum for me,” you demand, but it’s breathy so it sounds more like a beg than anything. “cum inside me, baby, fill me up– ‘m close, too.”

“please cum with me,” he pleads in response, a cute whine erupting in the back of his throat. “please, please, please.”

his voice, let alone his cock brutally fucking into you, has you teetering over the edge. you’re on the precipice of an orgasm and then yeonjun brings your hips flush to yours as he lets out a cry and a mantra of your name. his cum fills you up, as you asked, painting your gummy walls with his warm seed. it immediately triggers your own orgasm.

you clench tightly around his pulsing cock, soaking him with even more arousal. you’re nearly sobbing as you release with your labored breathing and quivering body. all the while, yeonjun rubs circles into your sides easing you through your intense high as he comes down from his.

once you’re stable, you topple on to his chest with his half-hard dick inside you. you mumble into his chest, “did i do okay?” you feel the need to ask. “do you feel better?

“you did perfect and yes… so much better. thank you, angel,” he whispers. “you were so hot.”

“really?” you giggle tiredly. “you were, too… maybe we can try again another time and i can tie you up or something so you won’t bruise me.”

“i love the sound of that.”

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hydrangea-mon-amor · 7 months

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Yandere Vampire

Yandere Male! x AFAB! Reader

Trigger warning! Yandere behavior, obsessive behavior

A/N: Okay it’s been like…a couple of months since I last updated a fic (sorry about that) but I couldn’t help but write this idea down, it has been plaguing my mind ever since I had thought of it. (Which was literally a few hours ago…) anyways, no official title because I’m not sure if this will be a permanent character but please do enjoy the story. (If you can)

Summary! You acted stupid and went into the only Forest you shouldn’t have gone into, to your luck (if we can even call it that) you ran into the Duke Osborne who has insisted you stay the night in his manner lest you be a pray to the creatures roaming in the forest. (He is the creature btw)

Side note — if you read the trigger warning and still were triggered by the content (or any that I’ve wrote) please message me ASAP and tell me about it. I DO NOT condone this behavior.

Duke Osborne sits in front of you,

You mentally curse yourself, you just had to have ignored your fathers wishes and ventured pass the safe grounds of your home. The breath you wish to let out protest against the folds of your lips. You expected some sort of activity to occur in the forest, but you hadn’t expected Lord Osborne to be there as well.

his hands lay comfortably on the table, you sat in apprehension.

“I hear you are the Barons offspring? Such a shame I hadn’t been blessed to see your visage sooner.”

“Duke Osborne—“

“Please, no need for civilities here. Address me casually, just Aloysius is fine.” He tosses a smile, the dazzle of his eyes gleaming down at you. It is peculiar, you don’t think he looks at you as if it were antagonistic, but you couldn’t help but feel cornered.

“Aloysius…you are very kind to allow me a room at your estate for the night, I appreciate it very much.”

“Do you now?”

You gulp.

“Y-yes, since I am the offspring of only a Baron and nothing else, I am not used to, nor think, that I am deserving of such catered treatment.”

The Duke frowns.

“Not deserving?” His query comes out like that of a saddened child, you fiddle with your fingers, unsure of how to answer such a tone.

“Well I…” you straighten your posture. “I don’t mean to speak negatively about myself, but it is common knowledge that the power a Baron or Baroness holds is not that of a Duke or Duchess. I know my station in society, and know of the role I must fit into to adequately play it. It is of no inconvenience to me, so really, a Duke such as yourself shouldn’t be worried with frivolous matters.” Aloysius twirls the spoon in his tea. He has a specific analytic gaze to him, one you feel positively scanned by.

“Is that all? Don’t you feel some sort of resentment for the way society looks down on you compared to other nobles?”

“I do not care for that lifestyle, if I can be happy in life, then that is all I need to be contented.”

“Even if you were as lowly as the offspring of a bastard.”

“Even then.”

He takes a minute to compile his thoughts, but as quick as one would imagine, he resumes his air of chivalry and charm.

You jolt, not expecting for the Duke to clasp his hands quite loudly that it echoed throughout the dining room of his estate.

“Very well then, you amuse me Y/N.” You look at him quizzically.

“Apologies, I don’t think I ever gave you my name.”

“You didn’t have to, I know the names of every resident in this estate.”

“Resident? Pardon me Aloysius, but I am merely a guest.”

“Of course.”

The Duke continues on with his meal, glancing at you a couple times to make sure you had your fill. You can’t say you quite enjoy the Dukes presence, but you do appreciate his effort in assuring your comfort.

This quiet would not last.

“I wonder, do you know of the tale spoken for the Forest of Naught?”

You chuckle uncomfortably, “how could I not?”

It was impossible, you thought, for a child of this kingdom to have not heard it. It’s rhymes are Ingrained to the child it passes over to, until it passes on to the next, and then to the next and on and on it goes.

You can recite it by heart.

In a forest called Naught, where darkness reigns,

Existing creatures man cannot rid nor tame.

A plague they are, with fangs as sharp as knives,

Skin pale as moonlight, eyes aflame with red.

Their feast, the tender essence of your blood,

Teeth sinking deep into sweet flesh so raw.

No care for you, they crave the crimson flood,

Their only longing, for your lifeblood's draw.

These creatures possess powers to deceive,

Morphing their form to appear just like us.

But in reflection, true nature they conceive,

A ghastly visage, causing hearts to fuss.

They shun the light, abhor the sun's bright beams,

Yet thrive by night, fulfilling their dark dreams.

In shadows deep, their wickedness takes flight,

Within the veil of night, their hunger stirs.

No mercy shown, no solace in their sight,

They prey upon the innocent, like curses.

“What is your opinion of it?”

“My opinion?” You take a while to form an answer you’d think he would respond best to. “Well, I think it is definitely something the children could be frightened by—“

You believe you are dreaming, the Duke, Aloysius Osborne, is laughing.

“The children? Truly, a forest as mysterious as this and you think of the children?” You do not think the Duke capable of shedding tears, but here’s he is now, wiping away the tears forming at the baseline of his eyelids.

“I stand by my statement.” Your arms press forth on the table. “Those creatures, whatever they may be called, it’d be horrible if they feast on innocent children.”

“I suppose so, but not every child is innocent.” Aloysius makes motion for a glass of wine to be brought, and it is like magic how a servant is already to his aid. You watch tenderly, eyes fixed at the action in hand. In your opinion, the wine looks a little distasteful. Too red, you thought, but you had not the reason to speak it aloud.

“I would offer you a glass but this wine isn’t any that you have tasted before, I can assure you this.”

“Really now?”

He inclines his head to a nod, “not as sweet as regular wine, tastes quite like iron to the normal civilian, but what can I say? I have an expensive taste.”

You shift in your seat “Well, Duke, my interest is piqued.”

“No civilities!” He whined, almost knocking the glass in the process. Having realized what he had done, he is quick to manage himself. “Apologies, I as an individual simply just abhor honorifics.”

Liar.

“Please just address me by my name, it’ll please me greatly.”

“Excuse my negligence, I’ll keep that in mind for the future.”

For the remainder of your meal, you dine uncertainly. The food you taste is exceptional in taste, but it almost feels bland. You can’t say you would feel any better with the Dukes gaze looming over you like a watchful hawk. Can’t to think of it, why did the Dukes eyes appear more red than his normal chestnut hue? You can’t point the science behind it. And perhaps it is just your wishful thinking, but you never noticed, or thought, the Dukes skin to be so naturally pale. Frankly, it’s color is akin to that of moonlight.

What an odd thing to note.

You say not a single word to him, growing apprehension if he’d take the word and turn it into a working conversation. Even though you are the child of a Baron, and have been educated, you still are not quite adept to socializing compared to your peers.

That is until you start to feel drowsy.

“Please excuse me, but I fear I am succumbing to sleep. Could you please walk me to the room I will be sleeping in for the night?” Without a word, Aloysius rises to his feet, discarding the remainder of his meal. It is odd, for such a lofty meal he managed to finish each glass of wine he obtained.

You wondered why he hadn’t touched the garlic at all…

“Of course, follow me.”

You stand, dusting off the dirt that remain on your clothes. You look at him, and take note of how precisely he is gazing at you.

You shake off the feeling.

You arrive at his side, and generously, he leads you without a word. But you must be honest with yourself, the whole time you ventured through his walls it had almost felt like the phantom touch of a hand was latching onto you.

He yawns, you believe sleep has anchored him too.

“It’s such a shame.” He whined. “I would have loved to dance with you in my ballroom.”

“Aloysius there is no need—“

“I protest. You know full well that my family, Osborne, has danced with the guest of their house before they leave for the night or leave for home. I’d be disrespecting tradition if I hadn’t had even one dance with you.”

Flattery will do you no good.

“I have never been instructed.”

“Pardon me?”

You hesitate, “dancing, it has never come naturally to me and my family hadn’t harbor the sufficient funds to acquire a teacher. But considering my prowess regarding the art, I don’t think I’d be of any good even with the paid help.”

“You can always learn.”

“And with what help, if I might ask?”

“With mine, naturally.”

Your cheeks dust red.

“I cannot trouble you like this.”

“It is of no trouble, please share just one dance.”

In high society, people would think you frivolous if you were to refuse the good natured will of a Duke, considering your title as the child of a Baron, you have no societal standing to reject him. In other words, you are completely and utterly trapped.

“I suppose one would do adequately.” The Duke smiles at you, and perhaps you hadn’t seen him enough in all the parties you were fortunate enough to attend, but he didn’t look as happy and content as he did now.

Oh.

You squint.

Why did the front of his teeth look more like protruding canines instead of regular molars?

Whatever, forget it.

He leads you to his ballroom, the scenery draped in blood red curtains and the floor a sinister black. The area exudes a treacherous aura but you’d be lying if you said you weren’t enticed.

It is practically instantaneous that music started to flow into the room. You can only guess that he intended for this to happen from the very beginning and had a servant stationed here for the time being.

“Do you mind if I call your name with a term of endearment?”

You’re startled.

“Your pardon?”

“You know, how wedded couples address each other. Love, darling, sweetie?”

Dread builds in the pits of your stomach.

“Please—I must protest! We have only been acquainted with each other for a few hours!” The Dukes lips purse into a frown.

“Is this your rejection to my proposal of us becoming friends?”

“My Lord—I mean, Aloysius, you must realize that friends don’t simply just refer to each other with such…compounded words!”

There seems to be a looks of realization smearing onto his face.

“Ah, so you mean to tell me that only wedded couples do so?” You exhale, relieved that he is starting to come to sense.

“Right then, apologies with my forwardness.” He hasn’t looked sympathetic at all.

“It’s quite alright.

Aloysius seizes the lead, you think it abnormal, how elegantly he moves through the dance. His long and graceful body forces you to admire it.

“I must confess I was lying.”

Your eyes widen.

“And what what would that be, exactly?”

“I lied to you when I eluded to the fact that I never got the pleasure to see your face. In actuality, I have seen it quite a few dozen times.” You try not to make the stilling of your body too noticeable. “My sister, Duchess Akosua, you may have heard of her, has helped me greatly in seeing you.”

You try to be careful and strategic with how you phrase you sentence.

“In what way, if I may ask?”

“You sleepwalk, Y/N. On many occasions you would wind up in the heart of The Forest of Naught.”

Now, you do not care if it is obvious of your body stilling.

“Of course, you must ask why I had been there too, especially since you sleepwalk quite often.”

You gulp. “H-how often?”

“Ah, I’d say three a four times a week.”

Impossible….

“Y-you were there? Every time?”

“Yes, yes I was.”

You start to hyperventilate.

“B-but why?”

Aloysius looks at you, and it is the kind of look most similar to that of admiration.

“You are just too adorable.” He adds, unable to contain his smile. “But if I were to answer your question…” He leans down, his head level to your ear, and his lips level to your neck. “It is because I am one of the creature of the forest.”

You cry in pain as he bites into you.

You wake in a soft bed, your neck throbbing and your body in only undergarments.

Your eyes widen.

By your side is Duke Aloysius Osborne, his eyes a chilling red and fangs protruding from his lips.

“Ah your awake, how splendid!” He speaks to you as if you are a revered treasure. “For a second I feared I drank too much blood from you, good to know that it was just enough.

“I…I…”

“You must be too frightened, considering your incapability to speak. Don’t be worried, I have decided that you are too precious to discard.”

You force yourself to answer.

“W-what—what do you mean?”

“I mean that I am taking you as my spouse.” He smiles kindly, lending a hand to caress your cheek.

You shiver.

“No need for embarrassment my darling rose, I intend for us to be deeply aquatinted with one another.”

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A/N: okay, I hope this story was enough to suffice for the next couple of days before I release the next one. I do intend to come back and post more actively, sorry for the long hiatus. Also the poem from this story was generated from an ai (lmao) have a good day my loves.

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inexperienced Pedri and the reader takes his virginity? I'm sorry for the bad English, it's not my native language 😭

first // pedri x reader

summary; as what anon requsted! 🏩

warnings; spanish tranlation, smut, loss of virginity, oral sex; f! recieving, fingering, unprotected sex.

noteee; i’ve been writing this for a week, and if this is long, it is because i decided to start expanding & just being a bit more detailed, idkkk. but so far this fic has been one of my favorites, just reader being a little innocent bookworm 🥹🥹! anywhoooo, this was uploaded during school and i didnt proofread so sorry for mistakes, either way.. hope you enjoy! 🎀

gif isnt mine btw! credits to pedripics on tumblr

everyday when it came to a no training day for pedri it was always stay in days, possibly one of your most boring days for you since you had lots of work to catch on from college but at the same time you were able to sleep in, meanwhile as for pedri his idea was just play fifa and constantly affect you with his kisses and teasing. pretty fun you could say. you were now currently laying down on your stomach reading a book, your hair was in a messy bun & lastly, you were wearing one of pedris oversized white creamy beige shirts with black letters on the front. you were so focused on the book to the point you had to grab your glasses and zoom the book onto your face, you were reading the letters on the page a bit loudly to the point pedri had his ear against the door listening, you were humming to a song while swinging your legs around before a knock was on the door. “amor! que handas haciendo?” (love, what are you doing?) pedri said as you jumped from the knock after imagining the setting on your chapter before you looked at the door, “n-nada! just reading a book..” you said as he chuckled before opening the door, you lifted yourself a bit up as he stood in the doorway before your shirt lifted up half way, your panties now being out. pedris eyes slowly gazing to your ass as he bit his lip before sitting down on the edge of the bed. “no estás aburrida?”(you’re not bored?) he said as you shook your head before smiling at him, “nope! what’s up tho, you seem really interested in something..” you said as he looked down at your cleavage, just from how you were laying down making your boobs squeeze slightly. “uhhh..how about we talk about something?” he said before grabbing your book, “hey! you cut me off in the good part!” you said whinning before you sat up as his eyes roamed through the page.

“mmm good.. always paying so much attention to the book.” he said patting your head as you giggled before you looked up at him, “am not! you’re just always busy with fif-“ you got cut off as he placed his finger over your lip, “shhh…” he said before speaking again, “well what’s the book about hermosa?” he said as you blushed at the pet name, “well it’s about a nerdy girl loosing her virginity to this athlete at her school, sounds pretty basic but i got it as a gift from my mom..” you said twiddling with your fingers as he smirked without you seeing, “en serio? me quieres decir mas?” (really, you want to tell me more?) he said as he closed the book putting it in the drawer as he sat on the floor infront of you, “um well, she has friends who have so much experience with sex and you know all that type of stuff.” you said as his hand rubbed your inner thigh, you looked down swallowing your saliva as your eyes stared down at his fingers before you looked up at him, he furrowed his brows as you looked up at him. “what’s wrong?” he said as you shook your head before looking down hoping he didn’t notice the light pink tint on your cheeks, before he lifted your chin up. you looked at him, his eyes causing a flutter in your heart, the chocolate brown hazel eyes always making your heart skip a beat. you hummed as his fingers rubbed your thigh before they crawled to your skin inside your shirt, his fingers roaming inside your soft skin as your breathing began hitching out, your chest slowly rising up and down. “q-que haces..” you said smacking his hand off as he grabbed his hand quickly pouting, “sorryyyy..” you said before he grabbed your hand, pulling you closer to him.

you looked at him as you were now an inch away from his face, you whimpered a bit before sitting back up. “not funny. get on the bed or stay on the floor.” you said before smacking his forehead playfully before you crawled to your spot on the bed laying down, “no jodas y/n, estoy aburrido!” he said sitting on the bed before he pulled your legs towards him, you whined before wiggling your toe as he rolled his eyes before you giggled, “just jokinggg..” you said as he smiled, you crawled to his lap resting your head on his lap as you looked up at him, “mi pequeña favorita..” he said kissing your forehead as you smiled before he began to caress your hair. you hummed before he looked down at you, this time something changing in his eyes, his pupils got even darker. never noticed anything so strange until now, why could that be? you thought, you ignored it before grabbing a strand of your hair playing with the edge of it before he continued looking at you, you looked back before you giggled, “bésameee..!” you said pouting before he didn’t hesitate to place his lips over yours, as he kissed you passionately. you kissed back your eyes widening a bit at his quick movement, usually the kisses you and pedri had were just a bit short, this time being longer as he held your cheek, caressing it before you wiggled underneath sitting up, your cheeks heating up as your hands were placed on his chest, feeling his chest rise up and down slightly quick as his heart was racing. you knew right away, but you did not want to interrupt this moment that had you already feeling something in you. you wrapped your arms around his neck before he held you by your waist, placing you down on the bed as your back hit the sheets, the sound of the sheets being ruffled being slightly loud.

he kissed you deeply this time making the kiss sloppy, you whimpered the second you felt something poke you through the material of your panties, as your hands ran in his hair tangling the soft fluffy brown hair, he slipped his tongue into your mouth as your cheeks tinted pink, his tongue exploring inside your mouth as you did the same with your tongue, your stomach feeling tingly and tight as you felt butterflies on your lower tummy, your mind was in that state of wanting to do it right now, but you honestly had never done it. so far this is the farthest you and pedri have taken your relationship to the level since the past 3 years, sex was never an option, small kisses was obviously the thing but making out sensually like this? nope, never heard of that until now. your heart racing constantly as if it would just jump out, you spread your legs just a bit letting him enter for more room as you sucked on his tongue, his thumb rubbing your skin as you closed your eyes whilst he continued, you pulled away catching your breath. “n-nunca hemos hecho e-esto con besándonos..” you said breathlessly as pedri chuckled, “ya se, quieres mas?” (i know, want more?) he said as you looked at him, your gaze turning much serious. “e-en serio?” (are you serious?) you said as he nodded his head. it took you awhile to think about it, deep down you didn’t want to, but at the same time you did. you wanted to know how it felt like and such things from your friends on college always talking about it and you were the virgin one. on the other hand, pedri was a virgin himself he knew little by little from his fantasies, due to videos that he could never talk about, without turning red. he knew what sex was but never done it before, being the inexperienced one he was and this happening, he knew what he was doing..sort of.

“we don’t have to do it if you want pequeña, we can just wait..” he said rubbing your head as you shook your head, “i want you as my first..” you said as he looked at you nodding his head, “i’ll take care of you, okay?” he said before he lifted his pinkie up, you giggled before lifting yours up as you intertwined in with his before he took his shirt off tossing it on the floor, you blushed heavily before looking down at his abs and his v-line. you shut your legs rubbing them against each other biting down on your lip before he leaned in again, kissing you again. you blushed heavily the entire time, your chest feeling tight and warm, you continued kissing him before he held your leg raising it slightly as he shifted his weight, now his crotch infront of your drenched panties. he pressed himself against you as you bit down on his lip, flinching at the interaction. he groaned as he began to grind himself against your throbbing clit, a small moan escaping out of your plumped messy lips, his lips began to trail down to your soft skin kissing your neck as he planted kisses around your neck.

your cheeks so warm you just wanted to just get undressed because of how hot you felt around the room, you leaned your head against the soft pillow before he began to nibble on your skin, not knowing what would happen next, pedri sucked on the flesh as you moaned loudly on accident, his hands began to roam inside ur shirt as you gasped softly. his thumb rubbing your stomach in circles before your hand held his waist, you whimpered as you felt his lips trace around your skin, still marking your skin before he pulled away, you sat up before he kissed you again.

you kissed him back cupping his cheek, your body becoming even more warmer before you moved your hand away from his cheek, your finger running through his abs before your hands, held onto the hem of your shirt as you lifted it up above your skin, before you finally got it over your head as you tossed it on the side before kissing pedri again, “you’re lips..they’re driving me insane..” he whispered as you giggled softly before he picked you up, your legs wrapping around his torso before he laid down on the bed as you were now on top of him, you smiled before he sat up slightly as his crotch bumped against your clit sending a shockwave, as you whimpered a bit before you put your hands behind your back, raising them on the back part of your bra, unclamping it as your boobs were released. you tossed it on the floor as your cheeks heated up again, “c-can i..” he said as you nodded your head, his big hands grasping your boobs, your eyes looking down at his hands as all that was left on you was your panties, you hummed before he kissed your neck, attacking your skin with wet kisses.

you looked down giggling softly before he kissed in between your cleavage, he moved to one of your breast kissing & sucking around the fat gently as he lightly flickered your other nipple, giving your boob a light squeeze. your cheeks warming up again as your breathing began increasing, he sucked on your nipple as you moaned at the small pain before it turned to pleasure, you whimpered rubbing your legs together, “m-more..” you mumrured under your breathing as he moved his mouth to your other nipple, sucking around it still as you felt his teeth grind against the soft skin, you grunted before he smiled at you. you giggled again before he kissed down to your abdomen, your back arching slightly at the cold air hitting your nipples and your lower abdomen before he pulled your panties off, “woah..you’re leaking a lot..” he said as you blushed heavily yet again before he positioned himself infront of your soaking clit before he rubbed his finger agaisnt your clit, you whimpered as you spread your legs open a bit more. he continued rubbing your clit as small whimpers & grunts continued to slip out of your mouth. “is this okay?” he said as you nodded your head quickly, “b-better than o-okay..” you whimpered before he chuckled, sending shivers down to your spine as you bit your lip, “k-keep going.. please..” you murmured as he added another finger, rubbing your clit now with two fingers. you moaned out as your fingers held onto the soft duvet, he held onto your thigh with his free hand rubbing circles around. you leaned your head back against the pillow chewing down on your bottom lip, as he continued rubbing your clit in circles, you moaned uncontrollably as you felt your stomach hop around before pedri moved his fingers away, you looked down before he placed his mouth over your clit kissing it softly, a loud short moan escaping out your mouth before he started licking around it as he began sucking. you gasped in agony as you arched your back within your gasp, as you mewled out a long moan.

his hands finding yours as he held your hand as he licked a long stripe, collecting all your juices onto his tongue, you felt dizzy, wobbly, and so much more you couldn’t explain. watching pedri do the movements beneath you made your stomach jump around, he continued swirling his tongue around your clit, your head leaning back as your free hand roamed through his hair, slightly pulling on it, “n-need..more..mngh..” you said breathlessly as his tongue flicked over your clit before he stuck his tongue inside your soaking hole, you moaned loudly again as you pulled his hair tightly again. your body becoming more warmer as you closed your eyes, your small free hand holding onto the pillow as pedri devoured you as if the poor boy was hungry. you began clenching around nothing, you wanted more, you wanted to feel him but you needed to wait patiently. he watched you from his view down there as your chest rised up and down quickly, he pulled away from your clit, his lips all messy & covered full of your juices, you blushed heavily as the sight made you dizzy. “you okay?” he said rubbing your forehead as you nodded your head a small “mhm” making him smile before you smiled back at him lazily, “good.. i’m going to try something okay? just so it’ll be easie for you.” he said as you nodded before he rubbed your clit in circles again, spitting down onto your clit before he slid his finger in. you arched your back whimpering in between your moan as he curled his finger, thrusting his index finger in and out of you, you held onto your boobs moaning softly at every small thrust, your hands softly squeezing your boobs together as you held onto them before you felt pedri add another finger. you arched your back moaning in pain slightly, as he stopped. “it’s okay, just tell me when to move my fingers again..” he said as you nodded your head, your insides tightening around his fingers as you tried to adjust to his fingers.

you whimpered in pain, bucking your hips in the air before he began thrusting his fingers in slowly, you leaned your head back as it dugged against the cushion, his fingers pumping in and out of you before you sat up on your elbows grinding your hips for more pleasure, “c-can’t.. w-want more..” you sighed out in between your moan as he wrapped his mouth around your clit again, sending a shockwave towards your body the second his tongue began to flicker around your clit, you moaned breathlessly as you leaned your head back. “o-oh my god..” you breathed out, your eyes narrowing down as you watched pedri dive in to your pussy, you moaned uncontrollably as he continued sucking onto your clit, his fingers curling up inside of you making you roll your eyes, you whimpered loudly. he continued thrusting his fingers into that specific spot, making you yearn for more as you gripped onto his hair. he sucked on your clit harshly as your juices spread all over his fingers and his lips, the wet sounds being echoed through the room as his fingers magically did the work. meanwhile as for pedri watching you get pleasured on, his hardened crotch making it painful due to how tight the material around him felt, he thrusted his fingers a bit quicker as you gripped onto the duvet. “d-don’t s-stop..please..” you whispered as he moved his mouth away before, you looked down at him, before he pulled his fingers away. “should be enough.” he said as you whined out breathlessly before he chuckled patting your head, “now are you sure you want to do it?” he said as you nodded your head slowly, he laid you down kissing your forehead, you smiled as he got off the bed. you watched him as the cold air spreading through the room caused your nipples to harden, you blushed heavily before you looked at pedri removing his sweats off as he looked through the drawer for a condom.

“pedro..” you said as he turned his head around.

“si?” he said before you sat up, the sheets beneath you wrinkling and the sound being loud and clear as you looked at him “dont use t-the rubber..just come h-here..” you said as his eyes widened a bit, his face expression being blank as he put the silicone packet back in the drawer before walking back towards you.

he towered over you as you smiled softly, before he removed the hairtie holding your hair up in a bun. you pouted softly as he bit your bottom lip, a soft grunt coming out your mouth as he chuckled, his finger pads pinching your nipple as you moaned out before he chuckled again. “just teasing..” he said as you giggled softly before he kissed your forehead, before he grabbed his member guiding himself to your drenched hole, “i’ll go slow okay?” he said as you nodded your head before he intertwined his pinky with yours, you hummed before you spread your legs parted open as he groaned at the sight, he pushed his tip in, starting to slowly stretch you apart, the thickness causing you to be in slight pain as you arched your back moaning in pain, you gripped onto his bicep, your leg twitching at the sudden reaction. you felt tears forming as groaned when he felt your nails dig into his muscle, he leaned in forward placing his forehead on yours, his lips meeting contact with yours as he kissed you passionately, shutting your painful moans, you kissed back as your arms wandered around the back of his neck, your fingers tangling in his brown wavy hair. your moans going away as he continued kissing you, staying still as in the state he was before pushing himself deeper, a soft moan producing out of your mouth as you felt the butterflies in your tummy again. he continued kissing your lips as he looked down at you, “are you okay?” he said in between as you nodded your head, “mhm..feels so warm.. c-can you move now..?” you murmured, enjoying his warmth of his length. he nodded his head before he began slowly rocking his hips, a small moan slipping out of pedris lips as you moaned out of agony, your body feeling wussy and shaky. you held onto his bicept tightly before he placed his hands in between your arms, caging you. your tightness making him slip in & out of you slowly & easily.

“s-so warm..” he said before hitting a spot you never discovered, making you moan a little louder, he continued thrusting into that spot knowing he’s in the right area, as he held onto your waist. you leaned your head back, digging it into the mattress as he leaned his forehead on yours, you expanded your legs wide making pedri lay on your body, your hardened nipples touching against his abs. you sighed out in pleasure as you wrapped your legs around his waist. you felt him much deeper as you whimpered in between your moans, your nails dugging into his back as he burried his face into your neck. he began leaving kisses on your neck, you moaned softly from the kissing and the feeling of pedris length, pumping in and out of you. you tapped on his shoulder as he removed his lips away from ur neck, you looked at him with glossy eyes, the pleasure almost taking over your body. “want me t-to move faster?” he said as you nodded your head biting on your lip as you looked up at him, his hair falling near his forehead making it sweaty, his doe eyes as you cupped his cheeks kissing him. he kissed back before thrusting his hips quickly, a loud moan errupting out of your mouth, you ran your hand in circles on his back as he smiled in between the kiss. the two of you still kissing before he moved his lips away from yours, you breathed out still moaning as he burried his head in between your neck yet again, you leaned your head back as pedri explored all types of spots inside your body, you kissed his shoulder biting on it slightly as he groaned in your ear, you whimpered as his hand slowly rised up to your boob, he squished it as you whimpered at the warm touch.

“k-keep doing that..please..” you whispered between your moans as he rubbed your nipple, a breathless giggle escaping from your lips in between your moans, he began thrusting a bit harder into you as you arched your back sobbing out a moan before he kissed your earlobe whispering praises, you burried your face against his neck still moaning uncontrollably as your thighs began shaking, your stomach feeling tight as you tapped on his head. “m-my st-stomach..” you croaked as he looked at you, “does it hurt? do you want me t-to stop?” he said as you shook your head, “f-feels like i-i’m going to c-cum..” you moaned out as he nodded his head before you felt his fingers exploring every inch of your body as he found your clit, slightly tapping on the little knib. you let out a shaky breath as he smiled, “rub on your pussy for me.” he whispered in your ear as he lifted himself away from your neck, caging over you this time as he looked down at you, watching his cock slip in & out of you sloppily as your wetness was plastered on his trimmed pubic bone, you remembered the way pedri rubbed on you as you moved your hand off his bicep, your fingers going down to your clit as you began rubbing on it slowly. a breathless moan escaping as you leaned your head back, your back slowly arching as you began squeezing around pedri, you cried out a moan as your fingers continued to uncontrollably rub your pussy. you wanted to stop from your overstimulation but it felt so so good in every inch of your body. you closed your eyes, as pedri watched you from beneath his thrusts becoming sloppier and deeper as you rubbed yourself faster, “i-i’m gonna..” you whined out as he kissed your forehead, “m-me too pequeña..” he whispered as you moaned at the name. you felt his shaft twitch inside of you before he moaned out your name.

that was it. the moan of your name making you cum around your fingers and his cock as you moaned loudly, your orgasm splashing over your consuming your body in pleasure as your squeezing caused pedri to cum inside you. you sighed out in pleasure as your body was shaking, you moved your fingers away as he fell on your chest, listening to your heart racing. he smiled as you played with the top of his hair, “did you like it..?” he said drawing circles around your aerola as you shivered from the sensitivity, humming in response. “y-yea..you’re still inside of m-me tho..” you said as he got off your chest before pulling out, causing you to whimper before he held you against his lap, before fixing the bed as he put you under the covers, you moved around as you raised the white sheet against your boobs covering them as he laid next to you, “i love you pequeñita..” he said as he nuzzled himself against your body, you giggled as he pecked your neck multiple times. “te amo más..” you said as he chuckled before kissing your nose. “i’m so bored now..” he said as you hummed looking at him caressing his cheek, as you were now on your side facing him face to face.

“well..” you said running your finger down his jaw to his chest as he looked at your eyes, this time his pupils turning darker as you saw lust and love.

“we can always do it again.” you said as he smirked at you “round 2 for sure.” he said before going under the covers as you giggled feeling him kiss your thighs.

who knew how much he has learned about.

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