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borathae · 7 months

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"Your husband, who is your lovely sub on normal days, asks if he could take the lead for once."

Pairing: CEO!Jungkook x f.Reader

Genre: married life!AU, Smut

Warnings: switchy Dom!Jungkook, switch!Reader, basically he wants to be Dom but ends up having quite a subby approach to the entire scene, he is so cute!, slightly bratty!Reader, he shows off his bratty side as well, he lets a few "Mommy"s slip because he is cute, sex in the playroom, leather handcuffs, he ties her to the bed with ropes, suit kink as he keeps his suit on during sex, lap sitting, he is a giggly tease, body worship, nipple licking, temperature play with peach juice, edging (f.receiving), oral (f.receiving), vaginal fingering, use of a rabbit vibrator, use of lube, strength kink, some dirty talk, he calls her "his queen", giggly aftercare, Kookie slips right back into sub-mode the moment the scene ended, they’re so in love!!

Wordcount: 9.7k

a/n: Okay you guys, you know that I love aaol!Kook and his subby nature very much, but this idea came to me one night and wouldn't want to leave me. So enjoy, this is him being the Dom in a scene I am *gulps* have fun besties 😩💜

Your husband had a request last night. It was the type of request he never made before and one you most definitely didn’t expect to ever hear from him.

“Can I dom you?”

The question fell during dinner, leaving you to look at him with widened eyes.

“It’s just that, that…”

He began stuttering then, fondling with his own ear nervously.

“...you know that I, uhm, you know how we, uhm. You know uhm. You know how we once talked about how I’m kinda only subbing for the right woman and that I’m actually a switch? You know it, it was on our first date. You know?”

You assured him that yes of course you remember.

“Yeah okay I uh. Uhm. Uh. Mmh, yeah. I was, uh.”

You had to tell him then, “Jungkook, please don’t be so nervous, there is no reason for it”, which calmed him down enough that he could finish his sentence properly.

“It’s just that, I was thinking that maybe we could, you know, switch it up for once? Just, just once obviously and I, I don’t wanna invalidate you as a Dom.”

“You aren’t, my love”, you told him to which he seemed rather assured.

“Okay good, so uhm. What do you think? Could I be, uhm, could I be the Dom for once? Just once? Please? Once?”

Jungkook looked at you with the biggest puppy eyes ever and so you told him in the most nonchalant of ways that “yeah sure, let’s switch it up. But ain’t calling you Daddy.”

“Ew hell no, that’s just gross. You’re literally the same age as me.”

At that you had to laugh, “but Jungkook dear, you call me Mommy too.”

“Well, that’s different because you’re hot and like totally my type.”

A day has passed between that conversation and the current moment. You have just come home, now in the middle of hanging up your coat when Jungkook calls for you.

“My love, can you come here for a moment?”

“Coming! Just gotta get rid of my bag!” you tell him, doing exactly that.

You find Jungkook in the living room once you are done undressing. He is sitting on the chaise lounge by the window, still wearing a suit. Well, parts of it at least. A black and terribly tight button up is tucked into his equally as tight and as black slacks. The sleeves of the shirt are rolled up, revealing his strong, lower arms to you. His favourite Rolex sits around his wrist. The suit jacket he had draped on the chaise lounge beside him.

“Hey there handsome, how was your day?” you greet him.

“Good. Yours?”

“Good too, just kinda stressful.”

“Yeah stressful?”

“Yeah very. But it’s alright because I’m home now. With you.”

Jungkook gives you a shy grin. You let your eyes run over his chest. He has three of his buttons open, leaving little to your imagination.

“But what’s with you. Why are you still in your suit?” you ask him.

“It’s not my work suit.”

“It’s not?”

Jungkook smirks and spreads his legs rather cockily.

“Come here, my love”, he says, carrying a certain rasp in his voice.

“Oh? Okay”, you chuckle, “is this already part of your plan?”

“Yeah maybe”, he straightens up the closer you come.

“Is it now? What about dinner?”

“Wanna take you out afterwards. It’s not good to play with a full stomach anyway”, he tells you, following the sway of your hips with his eyes, “now sit”, he says, tapping his lap.

You smile fondly, climbing on top of his lap in a way so that you were facing him. Your knees are caging in his hips and you have your hands hooked behind his neck.

“Like this?” you ask, playing with his undercut at the nape of his neck.

“Perfect”, he says and places his hands on your hips to massage them gently. He scans his eyes over your body, “you’re so beautiful, my love.”

“Oh? Thank you. I feel like a mess. I was sweating so much today.”

“I don’t even see it. You are so beautiful.”

“Thank you, Bunny.”

“No, no. Call me by name tonight”, he pauses, “if it’s alright with you, of course”, he adds in a whisper.

“By your name?” you stifle a chuckle, but Jungkook is looking at you with dead serious eyes, “fine. Thank you, Jungkook”, you coo, fluttering your lashes at him.

Jungkook nods his head and runs his hand up your back. He gives your body a gentle squeeze when he reaches your upper back, then begins dancing his hands down to your hips again.

“How was your day, my love? Honestly”, he asks with his attentive eyes solely focused on you. He loves listening to you.

“It was good. Just really hot and the last two lectures kinda ruined me. I’m so tired”, you say and rest your head on his shoulder, “but that’s amazing. You’re so snuggly.”

Jungkook kisses your hair and rubs his hands up and down your back. His touch is so nice, making you tingle in a comforting manner.

“Are you in the mood for kink? I know I’m kinda surprising you right now.”

“No, I knew you would. We talked about it, didn’t we?”

“Mhm, yeah. But moods can change, especially after a long day.”

“No, I still want it. I was looking forward to tonight. I’m so curious to what you have planned.”

“It’s gonna be so good”, he says and wiggles.

“Yeah?"

“Mh-hm, I put a lot of thought into it and worked with the wishes you told me yesterday. I really worked so hard on it.”

“Uuh Bunny, that sounds intriguing.”

“I know, oh Mommy I’m so-”, he stops and wiggles out of your hug. He pouts at you, “no Bunny”, he frowns cutely, “and you’re not my Mommy tonight. No.”

You laugh, caressing his cheeks, “you’re cute. But fine. I’ll behave. What do you have planned, Jungkook?”

“First, tell me your rights”, he says.

“Well, I have the right to vote and the right to voice my opinion freely, there is also the right to-”

“No ___, don’t ruin my plan”, Jungkook whines, sending you a pleading look.

You chuckle. He is so adorable. You are pretty sure that if you truly acted bratty, he would just straight up break into tears because of feeling way too overwhelmed. Poor, sweet boy. Maybe you should cut him some slack for now. After all, Jungkook has a talent for planning scenes. You are sure that he put a lot of effort into tonight.

“Fine”, you give in, “Green, yellow and red. Snap my fingers three times or hum happy birthday. Also don’t you dare call me a good girl or I will end the scene immediately.”

“Yes, that’s it. I understand”, Jungkook says, nodding his head, “do you want this?”

“Yes Jungkook, I do.”

“Good”, he lowers his eyes playfully, “you know? I did some thinking today.”

“You did?”

“Mhm yeah. I was thinking about all the ways I could ruin you.”

“Ruin me?” you gasp, feeling genuinely surprised.

“Yeah”, Jungkook lowers his eyes playfully, “you always put so much effort into making sure I’m a complete mess, so I put a lot of thinking into what I could do to you.”

“You did?” you ask him, finding more and more enjoyment in the scene.

“Yeah”, he smirks playfully, “why don’t you clean up and get pretty for me and I’ll show you?”

“You’ll show me?” you ask huskily, moving closer.

Jungkook looks at your lips with half-lidded eyes.

“Yeah”, he rasps, “upstairs.”

A shiver runs down your spine, making your hips squirm on top of his lap.

“You really prepared it upstairs?”

“Yeah, like we talked about”, he says cockily, “I also put out something for you to wear.”

“Fuck Bunny, you-”

“Uh, nuh”, he silences you by pressing his finger against your lips, “aren’t you forgetting something here?”

“Jungkook”, you murmur, gawking at him with widened eyes, “I meant Jungkook.”

“Better”, he rasps and caresses your chin with two of his fingers, “now off you go, get cleaned up and pretty and then come upstairs. I’ll be waiting for you.”

“Fine, geez you’re really into this role aren’t you?” you murmur, stumbling off his lap with slightly wobbly knees.

Jungkook told the truth. He really prepared something to wear for you. One of his shirts. Babyblue and oversized. It is resting on your bed with a single red rose and a little note on top of it. You aren’t surprised that he chose something so domestic and casual. He loves it when you wear his clothes and quite frankly, you expected him to choose domestic attire for you.

You decide to get washed up first and read the note later.

Once done and with your body finally smelling and feeling clean again, you sit down on the edge of the bed, putting on the shirt. It fits you perfectly, smelling just like him. Once you took a good whiff of him, you reach for the note and the finely wrapped chocolate praline he placed beside it. You let it melt on your tongue as you read.

“A flower and chocolate for my Queen. PS: No panties please ;) Love, Jungkook.”

You smile, folding the note neatly and placing it next to the rose.

“You’re so cute, Bunny”, you murmur, leaving the bedroom to finally hurry upstairs.

You are so excited for what he has planned. You know that whatever he thought of will be fun. The two of you had a long and thorough conversation about your likes and dislikes last night, so you know that Jungkook must have taken great advantage of the knowledge. He is your amazing husband after all.

You knock three times and wait with a racing heart.

“Come in!”

You take a deep breath and finally slip inside.

The playroom doesn’t look much different than it normally does. Except that Jungkook turned on all the moodlights and he changed the once red PVC cover for the black one. It fits well with his outfit.

“Look at you”, he says, leaving the place by the backlit window to strut to you, “you look fucking stunning.”

“Thank you”, you say, “and thank you for the rose and chocolate.”

“Of course”, he says, taking your hand to place a soft kiss on top of your knuckles, “anything for my Queen”, he rasps, looking at you with playful eyes.

He leaves you all hot and bothered. This cocky, flirty attitude suits him so well.

“So”, you begin, “finally ready to tell me what you have planned for me?”

Jungkook straightens up solely to begin circling you like a predator would its prey. His steps are confident, the sound of his shoes are loud on the floorboards.

One.

Two.

He is standing just about behind you, placing his hand on your lower back. He leans in, making sure that you would feel his breath tickle your neck.

“Patience”, he whispers, inching his hand closer and closer to your front. He presents a flute of a sparkling beverage to you. It reflects the red lights, “for you.”

“What’s that?” you gasp, eyeing it with slight shock in your tummy.

“Sparkling peach juice”, he says and giggles, “I wanted to treat you to something yummy.”

“Oh dear, you had me worried that you got alcohol for a sec”, you say, accepting the flute gladly.

“Never”, he says and snakes his arm around you so he could clink glasses with you. He ghosts his lips over your neck as he does, sending shivers down your spine, “to a wonderful evening”, he rasps.

“Yeah”, you agree and guide the glass to your lips. Jungkook does the same with his’. One sip and then he ghosts his lips over your neck again. They are cold from the juice, their kisses leave wet spots on your skin. Jungkook lets his breath swirl over them, intensifying the sensation to the max. It also doesn’t help that his unoccupied hand is running up and down your waist, reminding you just how warm his touch feels.

“I’m so obsessed with you”, he whispers, nibbling on the spots he marked to get rid of the juice, “I can’t stop looking at you in this shirt”, he says, letting his lips brush against the shell of your ear.

The shiver running down your spine leaves you seeking his closeness. You lean into him, sipping on the juice.

“Means I’m yours”, you whisper, listening to his breath hitch.

“Mine?” he repeats, voice shaky.

You smirk triumphantly, “yeah, yours. When you’re on business trips I always put it on, it’s like you’re right there with me.”

“My love”, Jungkook is almost growling, pressing himself into you while his hand grips your hip strongly. He buries his face in your neck, purring deeply.

You giggle, stumbling from how aggressively he is gripping you and with just how much vigour he is grinding into you. You knew it. This would drive him insane. You solely did it to get him that way. Desperate and oh so turned on.

“Fuck, you drive me insane”, he rasps, “I wanna treat you so fucking right.”

His hand rests itself on your stomach, pressing your body back into him. You fall gladly, moaning softly when your ass brushes against his growing cock.

You have to look at him. You just have to.

“Goddamn Kook, what’s gotten into you?”

He looks into your eyes, “why? Do you not like it? Did I do something wrong?” he asks panickedly.

“No, it’s just. You’re actually into that role, aren’t you?”

He nods his head, “I spent my entire day thinking about it”, he confesses and giggles cutely, “I couldn’t concentrate at work at all because all I could think about was us and, and you and just how excited I am for tonight.”

“Well, that’s not good. You shouldn’t do that, baby”, you say, caressing his cheek.

“I know, but I couldn’t help it Mommy, I just-”, he falters, lowering his eyes at you, “don’t do that”, he whines.

“Oh, cutie”, you laugh.

“Hey don’t laugh, it’s not funny. You’re so mean, you gotta give me a chance too.”

“I am, I am. Don’t worry”, you assure him, snickering.

He huffs out air, pouting.

“Fine”, you twirl, placing your hand on his chest, “I’ll try to behave from now on.”

“Thanks”, he says, relaxing. He touches your side, massaging it slowly while his eyes race over your features.

“I’ll try, can’t promise that I’ll succeed”, you say, smirking.

“Mhm, that’s enough for me”, he says, pulling you closer, “thank you, my love. I really need this, so thank you.”

He is so sweet. You are melting on the spot. He is so, so sweet.

“Now”, you say and shotgun the rest of your juice, “finally wanna tell me what you have planned for me?”

“Well first”, he says and takes your hand, “follow me.”

He leads you to the bed, sitting down and pulling you on top of his lap in a way so that your legs would tangle down on one side of him and your back was supported by his arm. The glasses are placed on the floor for now.

The other hand he slips between your legs, feeling up your inner thigh with teasing precision. You really want to squirm because of it. His touch is like fire on your skin.

“What would you say if I told you that I want to put handcuffs around your wrists? And then make you lie on the mattress while I feel up every inch of you?”

“Handcuffs you’re saying? What kinda handcuffs?”

You are acting oblivious on purpose. In reality, you knew exactly of what handcuffs he is talking. You talked about it last night.

He nods his head to the side, pulling your attention to the black leather cuffs currently resting beside him on the bed. You know these cuffs. They have been around Jungkook’s wrists a hundred times before.

“Those seem familiar.”

“Mhm probably. They’re comfy, trust me.”

“Yeah? Have experience with them?”

He smirks playfully, looking at your lips, “maybe.”

“That’s hot. Someone so strong and manly all tied up. That’s so hot”, you coo, swirling your nail up his exposed chest.

Jungkook purrs, moving closer until your lips are touching. One second of gazing. His hand moves, his finger brushes over your pussy. A gasp slips past your lips.

“No panties”, he says and smiles, “you listened. I like that.”

He is tracing your thigh as he speaks. He is so close to your middle that you would only have to move a little and you could have his touch. One more time. The first touch felt so good.

“I thought I’d make it easier for you”, you whisper, chasing him in a squirm.

“You did so well”, he praises, “now”, he pauses his touches, hovers his finger just above your clit, “can you tell me what you think of the idea, mhm?”

Again. He knew exactly what you thought of it because you told him last night. You were into it and you trusted him. It was still terribly exciting to hear you consent to it once again.

“It’s alright.”

“Alright?”

You giggle playfully, making Jungkook frown. It’s actually quite a sexy look on him.

“Kidding. I like it”, you say, grinning when this makes Jungkook roll his eyes at you.

“Pick them up.”

“Huh?”

“Pick up the handcuffs”, Jungkook repeats the order. His voice sounds sterner than before.

You follow with a chuckle, snatching them from the mattress to tangle them from your fingers instead.

“And now?”

“Put them around your wrist.”

“Like this?” you ask, messing it up on purpose.

Jungkook grabs your wrist harshly, genuinely flustering you. He is still frowning, working skillfully to close the shackles. First your right then your left. He twists the chain between them and tugs your hands closer.

“Like this”, he says.

“Well damn. That’s one way to do it”, you murmur, gazing into his dark eyes.

“How do they feel?” he asks.

“Good”, you rasp, gawking at him.

“What’s wrong?”

“Nothing, you’re just really hot”, you say, making him blush and lower his eyes.

“Heh”, he lets out, gazing into your eyes. His hand slips between your legs again, massaging your inner thigh. You feel hot instantly, tensing your muscles in desperation.

And as he runs his fingers over your skin, he continues talking.

“I want to hook you to the bed by the handcuffs. What do you think of that?”

“Sounds constricting.”

“Yeah”, he places his hand over your pussy, moving his fingers as slowly as possible.

You gasp because of it, parting your legs.

“I promise that it’ll feel nice. Like this”, he rasps, parting your folds with two of his fingers. He feels you up. Once. Twice. His touch retreats, desperation remains.

“Jungkook”, you breathe, closing your fingers around a bundle of his shirt.

Jungkook’s hooded eyes flit down to them, the right corner of his lips curls into a smirk. He touches your inner thigh, basking in the squirm you do because of it.

“Can I call you cute?” he asks.

“Cute?”

“Are you comfortable with being called that way?”

“Only when you say it. Why?”

He moves closer, squeezing your thigh and eliciting a loud gasp from you. His dark eyes flit to your lips, his breath tickles you as he speaks.

“Because you’re so fucking cute when you squirm for me”, he rasps, sending shivers down your spine.

“Goddamn it, Kook”, you whisper, aching for a kiss.

Jungkook purrs and smirks. He stubs you with his nose, getting to his feet afterwards with you in his arms bridal style. His muscles tense, he bounces you in his arms twice to get a better grip. And you are dizzy. Seriously, you are dizzy. You expected anything, but not for Jungkook to be so good at controlling a scene.

Jungkook sets you down on the bed carefully, placing you in the middle of it and soothing you by caressing your cheek.

“Are you comfortable?” he makes sure.

“Yeah, I am”, you assure him.

“Okay. Good. Lift your arms, I’m tying you down”, he orders and you obey.

He grabs the rope, guiding it to your handcuffs to tie you down. He prepared the rope for tonight. Black tossa yute. He likes the feel of it and the colour. He thinks that it fits the overall vibe he is trying to go for. Dark and mysterious.

Jungkook finishes the knot, running his fingers down your arms and making you writhe in the process. His touch tingles like crazy.

“How is that?” he asks you.

“Good”, you answer him, studying his face, “what now?”

“Now? I’m taking my time with you. You’re so beautiful, It’d be a shame not to”, he says, sitting down at the edge of the bed. He pulls one knee up, placing his arm across your waist. Like this, he is propped up on his hand, facing you with sparkly eyes.

He runs them up and down your torso and as the seconds become longer and longer, those sparkles get replaced by hungry fire.

You feel on fire too. Sharing silence with him. Being gazed upon. Building tension. Jungkook hasn’t touched you yet and somehow this is driving you insane.

Jungkook moves. Finally. His touch lays itself upon your stomach. His warmth seeps through the shirt, your skin is covered in goosebumps. He caresses you, squeezes you afterwards. Strong and desperate.

Jungkook locks eyes with you. They are dark and half-lidded.

“You’re so fucking sexy in my shirt”, he rasps, voice deeper than usual, “I’m so addicted to you.”

“Addicted?” you gasp.

“Yeah”, he purrs, running his hand up your tummy and sternum until he reaches your throat. He doesn’t touch it, knowing that you don’t want him to go there. Instead he lifts his hand so only his fingertips are touching you. He tugs at the collar of the shirt, giving you a glimpse of what he will do next. “I’m running on nothing but you.”

You feel good from his sweet words. He always knows what to say. Jungkook slips his fingers to the upper most button of the shirt.

“Can I start to undress you?” he asks

“Yes, you can”, you allow him, feeling incredibly safe right now. You didn’t for a second feel fear for tonight. There is a reason why you don’t want to sub. Not only for the most obvious one that Domming just feels a lot better to you and it comes natural to you, but also because being a sub in the past hurt you. The men you had to sleep with at your job hurt you, fucked you into non-consensual submission and left without making sure to fix what they broke. Quite frankly, being someone’s sub traumatised you.

But you weren’t scared of tonight because you aren’t scared of Jungkook. You could never be scared of Jungkook. Especially not when it comes to kink. He respects you, loves you and cherishes you. You told him that you needed him to ask permission for every new step he takes and he does. He is asking, going slow, making sure that he only proceeds once he gets your clear verbal consent. This is everything you needed and Jungkook is showing you once again that you can always trust him and count on him. And it is enough to make you feel safe enough that you willingly let yourself get tied up and therefore rendered helpless.

He undresses you slowly. Button by button. Each time he opens a new one, he feels up your skin with featherlight touches. There are ten buttons on his shirt, by the time you mentally counted to ten, you are aching for his touch. You really, really are.

Jungkook retreats his hand, letting the situation hang in the air. Your shirt is still closed except for a little slit having formed in the middle. Technically you are still dressed, but feel naked already. Naked and desperate.

“How was that?” he asks you.

“Good”, you get out, “Jungkook, hurry up.”

“Patience”, he soothes you, caressing your hip.

“I hate patience”, you say and huff out air.

“No you don’t, you’re telling me to be patient all the time”, he retorts and goddamn it hits right where it hurts the most.

“No need to throw my own bomb back at me”, you mumble, making him snicker.

You send him a pout, one that Jungkook wipes away instantly with a soft caress to your chin.

“You’re so cute”, he whispers, making you roll your eyes fondly.

He retreats his hand, touching your exposed collarbone instead.

“I’ll get on top of you for now. Is that okay?”

“Yeah, it’s okay.”

“Good, that’s good”, Jungkook says and climbs on bed, claiming his spot right atop your lap. His slacks are struggling around his thighs and butt, stretching to their limit. The view is seriously making your mouth water.

Jungkook sits down on you. Nicely heavy and warm. That’s how he feels. And weirdly enough, he feels in charge. Despite how normally submissive he is in this position, tonight he feels in charge and you are starting to enjoy it more and more. At least for tonight. He is so hot when he is bossy.

Your eyes flit from his meaty thighs to his hands. He is currently fixing the rolled up sleeves of his shirt, making sure that you get the perfect view of his lower arms and working fingers. He ends it by running his fingertips down his own skin, rocking back and forth on you just once.

He is so hot without even trying. No wonder you’re so irrevocably in love with him.

He lowers himself, hands coming to rest on each side of your head and dark eyes running over your face.

“You’re so pretty”, he rasps.

“And you’re drooling.”

“Mhm proudly”, he says, giving you a cute grin, “I’ll start to open your shirt now and I’ll touch you as I do. Are you ready?”

“Yeah, I’m ready.”

“Good. Relax for me, my love. You’re in good hands”, he whispers and sits up, placing his hands on your tummy to feel up your torso. He stops once he reaches the collar of your shirt, hooking his fingers in it to tug it open.

And so it begins. The addicting game of undress. Jungkook goes slow, eyes running over your body adoringly and fingers tracing your skin ever so often.

“I love it when you wear my shirts”, he whispers in a raspy voice.

“I know, you’re not good at hiding it”, you say, gazing at him.

“Who said I wanna hide it?”

“Hah. Sweet talker.”

“Mh-hm yeah”, he lets out and lowers his lips to your neck. He kisses the tender spot where your neck meets your collarbone. You find yourself sighing his name because of it, rolling your head to the side to give him better access.

One Jungkook takes gladly, trailing his kisses along your neck while his fingers feel up your upper sides. His touch tickles in an amazing way.

“You’re so beautiful”, he whispers, “I’m so lucky. Seriously so lucky”, you adds and swirls his tongue down your neck.

“Ah”, you let out at the sensation, writhing in bliss. His tongue is so wet and warm, leaving behind a tingling cold sensation where the air hits your skin.

Jungkook wraps his lips around a spot on your upper chest and sucks. It feels gentle at first until a small sting shoots through you.

“Kookie”, you let out and luckily for you, Jungkook slips his lips from your skin to kiss a loving trail down to your breasts.

“My queen”, he whispers, “you’re mine. All mine. I love my queen so much”, he says and lifts his gaze to look at you.

“I love you too”, you tell him with a fluttering tummy.

“Heh”, he lets out and lowers himself back to your chest, “my love, can I worship your breasts?”

“Yes, you can.”

“Thank you, you are so beautiful. I wanna make you feel so good”, he whispers and begins kissing your skin. He moans and sighs as he does, running his hands over your curves and rocking his hips back and forth on your lap.

It feels so good. He is so gentle in his touches and loving in his kisses. Every second with him feels like a dream. A warm and safe dream. By the time Jungkook lifts his lips from your chest for the first time, you are so charged in pleasure that you actually whine.

“What was that?” he asks, tracing your ribs right under your breasts.

“Nothing.”

“Nothing?” he smiles boyishly, “are you sure? Because it sounded like a whine to me.”

He makes you frown and pout. He chuckles because of it, wiggling his hips.

“You’re a tease”, you get out and arch your back, “fuck Kookie, my nipples are sensitive.”

“I know, they’re really swollen too”, he says and rubs his fingers against them. The touch makes you arch into him again, forcing your lips to produce a soft moan. Jungkook circles his hips and moans with you, “that feels so good. Your nipples are so, so pretty.”

“Kook, seriously”, you sigh, “it’s driving me insane.”

“It’s starting to work, doesn’t it?”

“What does?”

“My plan to ruin you.”

You open your eyes, sending him a look. Jungkook snickers because of it, giving you a playful smile.

“Look at you enjoying this”, you murmur, “so mean.”

He snickers with even more boyishness in his eyes, sliding his hands to your waist and leaning some of his weight on you.

“Are you still enjoying it?”

“I am. A lot.”

“That’s so nice to hear. Oh Mommy, I’m so happy”, he says and leans down to smooch your lips. He cups your cheeks, rubbing his nose against yours as he wiggles his hips, “do you really like it a lot?”

“Yes, I really do. You feel so good.”

“Oh god, Mommy”, he giggles, “that makes me so, so happy. I wanna be such a good Dom to you, Mommy.”

“You’re cute, Bunny. Also, I thought I’m not your Mommy tonight?”

“Oh”, Jungkook lifts his head, blinking at you with widened eyes, “I uh…”

You laugh, “don’t worry, love. I’m just gonna act like you didn’t say that.”

“God”, he lowers his eyes shyly, “thank you. I can’t stop calling you that. It comes so natural to me.”

“It’s alright. You’re still in charge, don’t worry.”

“Okay, okay”, he grins cutely, “I want to do the next step to you.”

“Okay? What do you wanna do?”

“I wanna use the juice to get my mouth colder and then run it over your body”, his eyes shift to your nipples, his thumbs draw light circles on them, “especially your nipples”, he adds in a breathy whisper.

“That’s hot, do it”, you allow him, arching into his touch.

“Okay. Stay, don’t go anywhere”, he says and snickers at his joke as he climbs off your lap.

“Stupid noodle”, you murmur, smiling to yourself.

He skips back to the bed in happy steps and sits down on your lap again. He carries the flute of juice in his left hand, lifting it to his lips to take a sip. He swallows it, keeping up eye contact as he does. Once done, he smiles, letting out a soft chuckle.

You retort it, arching into his hand as he runs it over your torso. He cradles your breasts and massages them gently.

“The juice is so yummy”, he says and leans down to dance his cold lips over your chest.

“Mhhm”, you purr, closing your eyes in pleasure. His fingers are so warm, his touch so hot and yet his lips are so cold. The contrast of sensations makes you tingle like crazy.

Jungkook sits up and takes another sip. He keeps just enough in his mouth so he could wrap his lips round your nipple and make you feel the sensation. Wet and cold. Goosebumps form on your chest because of it. The tingle snakes all the way down to your pussy.

“God”, you chuckle, squirming desperately, “that’s cold. Hah.”

Jungkook swallows the juice, ending it by sucking on your nipple. You are so goddamn sensitive already that you have to close your legs and rub them together.

“Bunny…”

Jungkook lifts his lips, moaning softly. He looks up at you with sparkly eyes, smiling sweetly.

“You’re so sweet”, he says, “I love your nipples so much.”

“You’re such a tease”, you whisper.

Jungkook scrunches his nose and sits up. He lifts the flute of juice and guides it over your tummy.

“This isn’t gonna go well”, you tell him, watching with a dizzy head.

He tilts the glass.

“Bunny, listen to me. It’s gonna go everywhere.”

But Jungkook doesn’t listen. He tilts the flute and lets the juice trickle down onto your tummy. It goes well at first until it gets too much and the juice escapes down your sides.

“Oh no”, he gasps, leaning down quickly to slurp it up from your tummy.

“See?” you laugh, “you stupid noodle, you should have listened. I know what’s up.”

Jungkook slurps one last time, then licks up and down your tummy with the flat of his tongue. You have to be honest, that shit feels amazing. Cold at first until his hot mouth warms you up again.

He guides his mouth to your lower tummy, nibbling at your tenderness with his teeth tugged behind his lips. You squirm and giggle.

Jungkook lifts his head, grinning up at you.

“This was all part of my plan”, he very obviously lies, “I wanted the juice to go everywhere so I can lick your tummy.”

“Mhm sure”, you say sarcastically and snicker, “you’re such a stupid noodle.”

“Heh”, he lets out and sits up. There is one sip left in the glass. He decides to trickle it over your tummy again. It spills again, making you chuckle and glance at him. He does the same, “all part of the plan.”

“Sure.”

Jungkook grins and leans down, slurping up the sweet juice while his hands run up and down your sides. The empty glass he discarded on the bed for now.

Once clean again, he guides his eager tongue up to your breasts. His mouth is warmed up by now, it feels like fire around your nipples as he sucks and licks them. One at a time with equal amounts of attention shared between them.

And while he does, he is rolling his hips on your lap, squeezing his thighs around you needily. He is even whimpering like the natural babyboy he is. If you weren’t so tied up and ruined in desperation, you would have grabbed him and flipped him to give him the fuck he deserved.

But you aren’t in control tonight. At least, you pretend to be.

“Jungkook more”, and so you beg, feeling not an ounce of shame in doing so. He makes you feel so safe that it doesn’t feel weird to beg.

Jungkook lifts his puffy lips from your equally as puffy nipples. His fingers continue to play with them even when he sits up. His hips wiggle and roll against you, his butt is stuck out as he arches his back.

This whole situation really is one big roleplay, you think as you watch him pose so instinctively submissive.

“Did you just beg?” he asks, melting you with it. He is so cute.

“And if I did?” you answer him, thrusting your hips up. Jungkook squeaks and moans, pressing his thighs together. Cute. He is so adorable, “I need more, please.”

“Oh god”, he chokes out and wiggles his hips, “okay. Yes”, he nods his head vigorously and gives your nipples a soft pinch.

The sensation makes you sigh and arch your back.

“I want to use a rabbit on you”, he smiles with his eyes, “not me, an actual rabbit vibe.”

You roll your eyes, “you stupid noodle, that joke was terrible”, you say with a fond grin.

“Hehe”, he lets out and leans down, forcing heat to rise to your cheeks from just how seductive he suddenly looks. Playful and terribly cute, but still very seductive, “can I use a toy on you, please?”

“Yes you can”, you whisper, eyes hypnotised by his lips. They are so wet and puffy from sucking your nipples. And so pink. You want to kiss him so fucking bad.

“Thank you. Now stay here, I’ll get the toy”, he says, kissing your forehead once before climbing off bed and strutting to the big toy wall. He discards the glass on a table while he is at it.

You and he are very proud of your collection. It took a few years to get it where it is today and you are still not done. Each toy has its separate compartment, while your more aesthetic toys even have their own display case. The rabbit vibrator was a White Day present from Jungkook. Dark pink and soft silicone. The toy is both controlled by buttons and over its very own app. Sometimes when Jungkook is on a business trip and you have sex over a video call, you use said rabbit to get off while Jungkook is the one controlling the pattern. Obviously he knows that he can only get his very own reward if he gives you a good pattern and until now, he has never disappointed.

Jungkook closes the drawer and returns to the bed, but not before grabbing your favourite lube.

You also use the rabbit to jerk off whenever Jungkook is not in the mood for sex or you are too lazy to ask him and need simple, quick relief. And on your most favourite occasions, you use the toy to get off Jungkook, stuffing his ass with it and using its curve to torture his prostate while the smaller side presses against his balls. Jungkook shakes like crazy whenever you do that.

Jungkook places the lube bottle and toy next to you on the mattress. He touches your legs, running his palms down to your ankles.

“Ready?”

“For what?”

“That”, he says, grabs you by your ankles and pulls your legs apart.

You squeak right along with your feet as they slide over the PVC cover.

“Jungkook why?” you laugh, “oh my fucking god.”

“I’m sorry, it’s always so hot when you do it. Did you not like it?”

“I did, don’t worry, just fuck. You’re better at that than I thought you would be.”

Jungkook grins cockily, “what can I say? I’m a natural.”

“You’re a stupid noodle that’s what you are”, you say with a fond giggle.

“Yeah…I like being your stupid noodle. It makes you laugh. I love making you laugh.”

“God Kookie, you’re so cute.”

“Heh”, he lets out and places himself between your open legs. He places the rabbit on your tummy, resting his hand on the sheets next to your pussy. Then he flashes you a cute smile, “you’re pretty.”

“God Kookie, I love you so much which is why I’m gonna tell you something now. Hurry the fuck up”, you say and groan, bucking your hips up in desperation.

He laughs, wiggling his shoulders.

“It’s not fun is it?” he teases and kisses your knee, “now you know how I feel when you tease me.”

“If I knew you would use tonight as a revenge scheme I’d have said no”, you joke, making his laughter grow.

He smooches your other knee then flashes you a smile.

“I’ll get started, yeah?” he says.

“Yeah”, you stress, opening your legs further.

Despite his words, Jungkook takes his sweet time in getting the toy ready. He picks it up from your tummy and spreads lube over its silicon shaft as slowly as possible, all while his pretty doe eyes switch between the toy and your face.

“Kook…” you warn.

He looks at you and smiles, “patience. I’m almost done.”

“You’re such a tease.”

He doesn’t say anything to that. He merely smiles and connects his lubed up fingers with your pussy.

You hiss at the contact, rolling your hips into his touch. It feels like ecstasy to be touched by him. His fingers are so gentle and know exactly where to touch.

“You’re so wet”, he lulls, massaging your pussy in slow circles. First your clit and folds, then he lingers on your entrance.

“Fuck, baby”, you moan softly.

Jungkook slips his fingers inside, forcing your body to shudder in pleasure. The breach feels so good that you have to grip the ropes and arch your back. Jungkook watches it happening with his cock straining his slacks. He didn’t dare to imagine you twisting ropes like this and yet here you are, twisting the ropes because of how good he makes you feel. He swallows down the mewl threatening to escape him and instead channels his desperation into curling his fingers just right.

“That feels so good”, you sigh, rolling your head to the side, “fuck.”

“I love this so much”, he confesses with his voice trembling, “you’re so soft.”

“More.”

Jungkook smiles because you are twisting the ropes again and you don’t even notice it. He’s really got you desperate, hasn’t he? He feels his heart flutter and his tummy turn in desire. This is so sexy to him.

He slips his fingers free, even if you whine, and guides the vibrator to your pussy. Your whines stops, desperate breathing replaces them.

“Take a deep breath for me”, he orders in a soft voice, listening to the way your breath hitches in your throat. He puts gentle pressure on your pussy and slips inside.

“Jungkook”, you release your breath in a moan of his name, clenching around the toy with your fingers closing around the ropes again.

“Keep breathing, my love. Keep breathing”, Jungkook talks you through it, staring at your pussy with dilated pupils. She looks so pretty around the toy, fitting right around it. As if you were made for it. Jungkook squeezes his legs together and pushes the last two inches inside, “done. How are you?”

“Turn it on, please.”

“Did you just beg again?”

“Fuck, shut up and do it”, you throw back in a chuckle, sending him a look.

Jungkook snickers, scrunching his nose up, “you’re so cute”, he says and presses the on button. The toy begins purring and humming, sending vibrations through your pussy.

“Holy shit”, your eyes roll back and fall closed, your legs open further, “Jungkook….”

“That’s it. Relax”, he speaks in whispers, moving the toy back and forth carefully, “how’s that, my love?”

“Good, really good just…move the clit part a little to the left.”

Jungkook fixes the position, “like this?”

“Yes”, you groan, rolling your hips up, “yes there. Keep that going. Jungkook, right there.”

“This makes me so hard”, he confesses in a mewl. He gets on his knees, squeezing his cock between his thighs this way. He keeps rubbing them together, finding relief that way. He knows that it’s not the most dominant position, but he can’t help himself. He loves it so much when he can serve you! He loves making you feel good, moan and shake. He loves it so much that he gets so horny that he just has to rub his cock against whatever is closest. And tonight his clothed thighs are the closest friction he can get and he chases it like a needy bunny while his hand never once messes up the rhythm of the toy.

It is not long and he has you arching your back for an orgasm. Your thighs are trembling and your fingers ache from twisting the ropes.

“Jungkook, I have to cum”, you confess in a moan, readying yourself for the amazing high with bated breath. You just know that the orgasm is going to feel like heaven. He managed to rile you up so much that it will consume your entire body. You can’t wait to have it.

In three, two…

Jungkook removes the toy from your pussy and turns it off. The fire dies down, agony replaces it.

“What the hell?” you groan, writhing in pain, “holy fuck, did you just edge me?”

Your eyes meet. While you are genuinely shocked by what just happened, Jungkook seems proud of himself.

“Yeah”, he says.

“What the fuck?”

He laughs, wiggling his shoulders.

“No seriously, what the fuck? Why would you do that?” you press out. He never edged you without your orders before. This is a fucking first and goddamn, it riles you up.

“Because I can”, he throws back and grins.

“You are. So. Mean”, you get out and drop your head, “holy shit, I wanna cum.”

Jungkook snickers, running his hands down your thighs. He pushes them apart gently and lowers himself to your pussy. He plops down on his tummy and finally connects his mouth with your heat.

You flinch at the sudden wet warmth around your pussy, tugging at the ropes so aggressively that the rings jingle.

“Jungkook”, you choke out, “Jungkook, holy fuck.”

Jungkook mewls into you, lapping at your wet pussy with his sparkly eyes gazing up at you. You taste sweet like the lube he covered you in. He licks you until the taste has faded and only the amazing taste of your pleasure coats his tongue. He loves this taste so much more than the tacky artificial sweetness of lube.

He closes his arms around your thighs and tugs you closer, slurping deliciously as he drinks your taste.

“You’re fucking amazing”, you get out, writhing in pleasure, “I’m fucking serious, you’re amazing.”

Jungkook fucks the mattress because of your praise, moaning into your pussy desperately. He runs his palms up and down your tender thighs, soothing the shakes running through them each time he runs his eager tongue over your clit. He loves those shakes so much that he wants them to run through you constantly. He focuses his licks on your clit, switching between drawing circles and flicking the tip of his tongue up and down your swollen bundle of nerves. He knows that this drives you crazy.

“This is gonna make me cum”, you confess, shaking unapologetically.

Jungkook mewls and puts more pressure on your clit. He wants you to be as close to orgasming as possible. He has to get you as needy as you can get for what he has planned next. Your clit throbs under his tongue, but he knows not to pull back yet. It often throbs when he’s going down on you, this isn’t an indicator yet. In your beginnings, Jungkook often pulled back when you began throbbing under his tongue because he thought that you would orgasm, but years and years of practice and routine taught him that this wasn’t a sign yet. You just have a very reactive clit. Especially when his mouth is involved.

Jungkook listens to the noises you make. They are currently loud and filled with desperation. Good. That means he can still continue. You get quieter, the closer you get, because you always start holding your breath when you are about to orgasm. Jungkook knows that much.

He speeds up his licks and moans into you so can feel the vibrations.

“Oh, ah-”, you twist the ropes and hold your breath.

Now.

Jungkook breaks away.

“Oh my fucking god, you didn’t just- urgh”, you groan and thrust your hips against nothing, “how did you know?”

Jungkook feels so incredibly proud right now. He knows you so well!

“Years of practice”, he says. He tries his hardest to sound dominant and confident, but his voice is shaking like crazy because of how happy he feels.

“This is the worst. Why do you know me so well?” you murmur and whine, “please Kookie, do something again.”

“No”, he says, hoping for one more beg.

“Yes?” you throw back, “please”, you add, meaning it honestly.

Jungkook giggles, “I love it when you beg”, he says. He sits up and reaches for the vibrator.

“Yes. This”, you murmur, eyeing it hungrily.

He spreads new lube on it and your pussy and pushes it back inside, turning it on.

“Yes this”, you moan, rolling your head from side to side, “this is….ah.”

Jungkook makes minimal movements with the toy. He wants it to keep pressing against your g-spot because he knows that he’s got you horny enough that this is what you need. You love it so much when he goes deep and slow whenever you’re far enough into the sex. It’s those moments where you pull him closer with your legs when you’re doing it missionary and those moments where you grind down on him when you’re riding him. Jungkook can hear it in the way your moans leave you.

“Does that feel good?” he rasps.

“It feels so good”, you moan, circling your hips as you keep chasing the pleasure.

Jungkook mewls and looks at your pussy. He just noticed that your clit isn’t getting stimulated. He quickly fixes the position of the toy, forcing your hips to thrust into the sensation.

“Holy shit”, you press out under your breath and then you begin to grow more and more silent as you hold your breath for longer and longer.

Jungkook circles the toy.

Silence. You are holding your breath.

Jungkook removes the toy.

“Noo Bunny, can’t you let Mommy cum?” you whine, writhing on the sheets.

“I’m sorry Mommy, I can’t”, Jungkook says, putting the now turned off toy on the sheets.

“Fucking hell urgh”, you groan, chasing his fleeing touch as your fingers twist the ropes.

Jungkook soothes the agony by running his hands up and down your inner thighs, placing soft kisses on your knee.

“Sorry Mommy, so sorry”, he whispers.

“No you’re not, you’re enjoying this”, you grumble.

Jungkook snickers, climbing on top of you. He places his hands on each side of your head, gazing down at you. He is arching his back. Even now when he is the one charge, he finds himself in such a fuckable posture naturally.

“Can you tell me your colour?” he asks, rocking back and forth mindlessly.

“Green, but a really edged green.”

He scrunches his nose up, giggles. You chuckle, gazing at him.

“You’re so funny”, he says, booping your nose with his finger.

You shake him off, huffing out air as you pretend to be angry. You even furrow your brows at him.

“Make me cum, you brat”, you grumble.

Jungkook snickers and kisses your forehead, “you calling me like that doesn’t work on me tonight.”

“Hmpf, you meanie”, you mumble.

“I’m sorry”, he coos and turns on your body so you have his clothed cock right above your face.

“Really?” you laugh, oggling it hungrily. It is a miracle to you how his slacks still manage to contain his cock. It is filling up his left pant leg, bulging the fabric painfully. Poor boy must be in so much pain right now. You gulp, yearning for his cock in your mouth. He must be so wet by now. You want him running down your throat and throbbing against your tongue.

“Get naked and let me suck your pretty cock”, you order.

“No”, Jungkook throws back and wiggles his hips teasingly. He knows exactly what he is doing.

“You’re such a brat. Do as you’re told.”

“I don’t have to do anything”, he snickers cutely, “I’m in charge.”

“Wow”, you laugh and writhe, “fuck, you drive me insane.”

“I know”, Jungkook throws back and wiggles his hips one last time. You growl and try to snatch him by lifting your head, but he moves away. Your eyes meet. He looks so full of mischief and entertainment. The giggles he lets out are indicator enough just how much he enjoys being a little brat tonight. And you can’t even be mad at him, because he is in charge and can do whatever he wants. Oh, you are crazy for this man.

“Once I’m free again, you’ll see what this gets you”, you mumble and huff out air.

“Mhm okay”, he purrs and grins. Then he turns away again. He arches his back and lowers himself to your pussy.

“Bunny”, you gasp, arching into him. This feels like heaven. His mouth is so warm and wet, his lips are so soft.

Jungkook grips your hips and tilts them up, moaning around your clit as he sucks on her needily. He moves his head as he sucks, rubbing his cute nose through your folds as best as the position allows him to.

“Yes Bunny. Fuck, that feels so good.”

He loves sixty-nining with you so much. Bear in mind, his favourite variation of the position is when he is tied up, blindfolded and plugged up while you smother him and suck his cock. This is what really gets him going, but this right now is heaven as well. You taste like lube again, but Jungkook cleans it off within a few seconds. Then your unfiltered, raw taste coats his tongue and Jungkook finds himself moaning around your clit even louder.

“Holy fuck, please don’t stop.”

Jungkook doesn’t know if he could stop again. You taste so good that he feels dizzy. He wanted to edge you with his mouth one more time and then make you cum with the vibrator, but he doesn’t know if he has the strength to do that. Jealousy stings in his chest when he thinks about making you climax with a toy. He doesn’t want the toy to be the thing which sends you off. He wants to be the one making you see stars. He wants you to fall silent in bliss because of his mouth and not because of a stupid toy.

Jungkook growls into you and furrows his brows. It’s decided then. The toy won’t get your orgasm, never ever. He will make you cum with his mouth. Yes, that’s it.

“I’m close”, you get out and whimper, “please Jungkook, don’t edge me anymore.”

You aren’t aware that your begging is useless. Jungkook already made up his mind. He is going to make you cum. He growls around your clit, sucking it between his lips harshly. And he keeps it right there, suckling on it with his cock throbbing in his slacks. So good. You taste so good.

“Jungkook”, you mewl, sounding so utterly ruined, “Jungkook, you’re making me cum.”

He whimpers, dimpling your hips as he grips them harder.

“Ah”, you let out and then grow silent.

Jungkook mewls at the realisation, concentrating all of his attention on the spot which made you go silent.

“Fuck. Now”, you press out and thrust your hips up. The knot in your tummy bursts, the hottest orgasm takes a hold of you, “Jungkook”, you moan loudly, shaking uncontrollably. As much as you hate to admit it, you are glad that he edged you because this is paradise. You haven’t felt your climax as deeply as you do right now in ages. This is the kind of high which genuinely makes your toes curl and which makes your muscles go limb.

Jungkook licks you through it, keening in a high pitched voice as his head pounds in pleasure. This was the best decision ever. You feel so good when you are climaxing on his tongue. He can barely stop himself after your high died down, whimpering your name as he kisses your pussy over and over again.

“Well shit, holy shit. Fuck”, you get out in breathy pants for air. Your body refuses to move, your head is turning. You feel so goddamn fulfilled. This was incredible.

Jungkook guides his kisses up your torso, crawling off of you gradually. He grabs your face and kisses you in the unfamiliar position. With your heads facing opposite directions, he has to suck on your upper lip.

You snicker and moan. It never gets boring with him.

“Hm”, Jungkook hums and breaks the kiss with a cute smile. He runs his thumbs over your cheeks, gazing down at you.

“Did you like this?” he asks.

“I loved it.”

“Then you have to thank me.”

You lift your brows, “really?”

“Yeah”, he says in a giggle, nodding his head.

“Wow okay”, you smile fondly, “thank you, Jungkook.”

Jungkook snickers and scrunches his nose up, “you’re welcome”, he says and pulls your face into a big smooch.

Just once because then he sits up and runs his hands to your tied wrists. He opens the ropes and handcuffs, picking up your freed wrists to caress them gently.

“Does anything hurt?” he asks.

“No, nothing hurts.”

“Good”, he rolls circles into the tender inner side of your wrists, “you kept twisting the ropes”, he says and sends you a boyish grin.

“I did not”, you lie, making him snicker.

“Yes, you did. Admit it, you were really desperate.”

“Mhm yeah I was”, you admit happily, basking in the giddy giggles he lets out.

You sit up and turn around. Now you are both kneeling, facing each other. You run your hands up his thighs, waist and chest until you can cup his cheeks. Jungkook squirms because of the touch.

“You did an amazing job, Bunny”, you praise him, “I was only that desperate because I felt safe.”

“Mommy”, he whimpers, gripping your wrists, “this is everything I wanted you to feel. I’m so happy.”

“I’m happy too, my love”, you tell him and lean in to kiss his cheek, “good job, my love.”

Jungkook giggles and hugs you, swaying your bodies from side to side enthusiastically.

“Oh Mommy, I’m so happy”, he confesses, squeezing you gently, “and, and now I’ll take you out for dinner and, and treat you to yummy dessert.”

“Yeah? What about your cock? You’re so hard in your slacks”, you say, running your hand up and down his bulge.

“I want to go out with it”, he talks breathily because of the touch, “you can do whatever you think is right to do. In the restaurant or the car or, or wherever you think is fitting.”

You smirk, “mhm okay”, you purr, kissing his neck gently, “so I take it that order has been restored, mhm?”

He giggles and nods his head, “yes Mommy.”

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Female Rage

(A/N): Initially, I wanted to end this one on a hopeful note. But fighting the war of equality and equity can be pretty hopeless. I tried to be as inclusive as possible, but it's came out in a very binary way. I'm sorry for that and I'm readyto change anything.

Summary: Spencer learns from his daughter how much the patriarchy really sucks.

Word count: 1.3k

Warnings: the utter feeling of hopelessness in today's patriarchy, unwanted advances, some men suck

✨Masterlist✨

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“Hey, what’s with you today?” Spencer asks after hearing his daughter slamming the front door shut.

Her stomping feet bring her towards the living room, where he sits on the couch with a book in his hands, deciding whether or not he’ll include it in his next class. Looking up from the written words, he instantly spots all the emotion running over (Y/N)’s face.

Now, being a father to a 16 year old teenager wasn’t always easy and especially since puberty started it’s becoming increasingly difficult to decipher his child, but Spencer knows right away what kind of emotional cocktail is playing here: Anger, hurt, a pinch of shock and layered under all of this is a certain type of fear. Which one is up to (Y/N) telling him.

“What’s with me today?” She asks him in an incredulous tone. “With me? What about you? Or your entire gender. No, seriously. How can you men go around, trumpeting how you are the stronger, the smarter, the better, the most superior gender? And mean that? Even going as far as to believe that bullshit”

(Y/N) stops, taking in a deep breath. Her father looks at her with waiting eyes, thinking that she now will calmly explain to him what her whole tirade is about. But it seems that this was just the prologue. Because she continues with even more vigour in her voice than she started with.

“For real, what makes you even think that? Stronger than a person, who was assigned female at birth? Just because you are able to build muscles faster than we? Or lose weight faster than us? You know what I call that? An evolutionary problem, because while I got emergency fat to feed off in the case of, I don’t know, an apocalypse, you will freeze to death.

“Our bodies are, for the most part, able to grow an entire functioning human being. We literally take a breakfast bar and build fingers with that energy.

“And for the smarter part? No, absolutely not. So many findings in history have been stolen from women by men, who greedily put their name on it and call it a day of science. Without women, cars probably would still drive around with windshield wipers. Mary Anderson has been laughed at for that idea, despite being one of the first women to hold a patent. And as soon as it expired, suddenly wipers were installed in all cars. Out of nowhere, it stopped being a dumb idea? Just because you weren’t able to attribute it to a woman?!

“But what more to expect from a gender that made protective gear for their testicles in hockey mandatory a hundred years before doing the same thing with a helmet. Who would have thought that brain cells need protection, too? A woman definitely.

I don’t wanna say one gender is better than the other or that there should be a particular fight between any gender at all, but men make it out like that. Damn it, they make women compete with each other to garner their attention. All those “pick me” girls you make fun of? They are the product of internalised misogyny.

“The baseline is wanting to be different from the “typical girl”, right? Well, what is a typical girl, who defined her and why is it so bad to be typical. Who do I want to be different for? Who is mad that I’m dressing up, putting makeup on or having good friendships with other girls?

“Men apparently, because they don’t want a different girl. They don’t want a well dressed, put together woman for the sake of love or so. They want someone easy. Nothing complicated, not someone, who asks them if these pants do look better with that shirt or this blouse. They don’t want to be confronted with problems. That’s why they made up a narrative of how a woman is supposed to be, solely for their own interest.

“And this whole thing eradicates the beautiful experiences you can have as a woman. I don’t talk about these silly and partly belittling things like girl dinner or girl maths. I’m talking about hyping each other up. Bathrooms in a club are fun, because there are a bunch of strangers, talking another stranger up to shoot their shot. Or down from texting their ex. There is unity.

“So where do men get their audacity?!”

Ending her whole rant with this question, (Y/N) stands in front of her father, seething and looking like she is about to overthrow the patriarchy with her own two hands. Right here, right now.

Meanwhile Spencer has started to shrink into the sofa and looks as physically small as possible.

“Uhm, the audacity for what, Sweetheart?” He asks hesitantly, scared for her reaction, but also knowing that this is something his daughter needs to get out of her system.

“TO WALK UP TO ME AND TRYING TO GET SOMETHING ON WITH ME WHILE HE CLEARLY HAS BEEN TRYING TO DESTROY MY WHOLE PRESENTATION! TO FLIRT WITH A MINOR WHILE HE CLEAR AS DAY IS IN HIS MID TO LATE TWENTIES!”

(Y/N) falls down on the sofa face first, next to her father. He rubs her arm up and down in a soothing manner, trying to take the fall after her burst of warranted female rage.

“I apologise. I know, there is nothing I can do against all of what you just said. I also know, like you, that we are talking about a structural problem. It’s nothing that can be solved by a few words. It sucks, knowing that your right to vote is younger than the patent on the first motorised vehicle. It’s not right that you always have to stick up for your rights, while mine will never be threatened.

“Nothing about all of this is fair. That I have to raise you in a way to remind you that any man out there could hurt you. It’s not fair that you have to go tell other men making advances at you about an imaginary boyfriend, because they rather believe in the legitimation of a fake male than your no. That you have to say no more than once, just because someone wants to “make sure you really mean it”.

“I can’t do anything right now that will satisfy you.

“But I can promise you that I will always listen to you. Listen to what makes you mad about this system. I will listen to other people, telling me how the patriarchy failed them. I promise to uplift the women in my life, give credit where it’s due and try to be the best feminist I can be.

But you need to promise me to tell me how I can support you the best in a world that wants to diminish your opinion, your rights and you. Can we do that?”

A short moment of silence gives Spencer the opportunity to think about instances, where he had to endure how (Y/N) being born female made her life more difficult. May it be boys pulling your hair on the playground and the teacher saying that they show love in this abusive way. May it be being called emotional or being told to stop being dramatic while talking about her problems. May it be in simply enjoying stereotypical girly things and being called basic because of that.

“Yes, I promise, I’ll keep you in check. And if you start rambling about how men are superior, I’ll ship you off to the worst retirement home I can find,” (Y/N) says, voice a bit muffled by the couch pillows.

The family continues sitting in silence, the feeling of deep and utter unfairness seeping into their bones.

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hayakawalove · 22 days

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Double the Pleasure

Summary: Gojo catches you playing with yourself and wants to join.

A/N: Just something short but I think it's hot.

CW: Smut, Porn Watching, Mutual Masturbation, Dirty Talk, Humiliation, Praise, Female Reader, AFAB Reader

W/C: 1,832

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Fuck.

The suctioning of your toy was placed directly over your body, making your body tremble in excitement. You had been at this for the past thirty minutes, laying on your stomach with your toy beneath you. It was pressed up against your clit, on the highest setting. You had left your shirt on, while your pants were torn from you and lay somewhere on the bed. You release a moan as your eyes focus on your phone in front of you. A video was playing on the screen, volume turned up just loud enough for your ears. You watch as the woman on screen gets fucked, her salacious moans filling the room.

Your pussy clenches, making you groan. It felt so good, you knew you were close. You just needed that little push. Sometimes you found it hard to get yourself off when you were all by your lonesome. Normally, you have the added aid from a certain white haired man. He was out today, and wouldn’t be home for, you check the time, thirty minutes.

You have time.

If this were any other day you would have been fine waiting for him, knowing he would jump your bones the second you asked. But today you just felt so damn needy. Waiting sounded impossible. Your skin itched to be touched, so you didn’t stop yourself when your hands started wandering.

Your eyes flutter as you watch the video, feeling yourself grow even needier by the second. Your pussy weeps at the sight of the actress getting fucked, wishing it was you.

You don’t even realize the door is opened. Satoru stumbles inside, finding your body relaxed on the bed.

“I’m home!” He calls out. “What’re you doing?”

You jolt in bed, finger scrambling to turn off the video and your toy. Your breathing tries to regulate as you look over your shoulder.

“N-nothing.”

Satoru saunters over to you, a sly smirk spread across his face. He’s already decided to tease you. Whenever Satoru set his mind to bully someone, nothing could stop him.

“Oh bunny, you know you’re a terrible liar.” He coos at you, crawling on the bed.

“I’m not-“ you say, before you feel a pressure on top of you.

Satoru’s laying on your back, head peering over your shoulder. His toned body pushes against yours, leaving you breathless.

“You’re fucking heavy.” You murmur, your voice sounding pained.

“How rude. I’m very nice to you and this is the thanks I get?”

Your eyes twitch while you adjust under him, attempting to find any position that wouldn’t hurt. Satoru runs his hands down your arms, nuzzling into your hair. He was like a pet.

“So let’s try this again, what were you doing?”

“You already know what I was doing.” You mumble, pushing your face into the sheets even more.

Part of you hoped they would swallow you whole.

“Do I?” Satoru reaches for your phone but you refuse to loosen your grip.

“Come on, say it and I’ll leave you alone.”

Your skin prickles at the attention he’s giving you. Satoru knew you got embarrassed easily. It was a fact he delighted in frequently, often using it to his advantage at any turn. You take a deep breath, as deep as you can given the weight on top of you, and say, “I was touching myself. There. You got what you wanted.” Your words are hurried and quiet.

Satoru smiles at your admission, thinking it was fucking adorable to hear you say that.

“Aw, it wasn’t that hard now was it?”

Intelligible words are spoken into the sheets, but Satoru pays them no mind. He reaches for your phone again when you’re not expecting it. Satoru knows the password so he types it in and looks at the screen.

“I thought you were gonna leave me alone?”

“You really fell for that? You’re a bad liar and you’re gullible.” Satoru swipes across your phone.

“So what’re we watching?” He asks, opening up the video.

“We?” You ask, trying to look at him behind you but you can’t.

Satoru presses play, a soft chuckle passing by his lips.

“Wow, you’re dirty.” He says your name while watching the video.

Embarrassment floods your system, wishing you could hide under the covers but Satoru had you trapped, literally and figuratively.

“Keep going.” Satoru says, voice unbothered as he watches the screen.

It’s painful to swallow. He wanted you to keep touching yourself? You were tempted, you were so close to getting off before he interrupted you.

The toy is still under you, pressed against your body just waiting to be turned on again.

“But what about you?” You ask.

“Don’t worry about me.”

You caress the button before pressing on, your body trembling once you feel the suction against your tender skin. You let out a soft groan that Satoru hums at, before he’s pulling back. Shuffling of clothes can be heard while you bury your face into the sheets, and Satoru’s pressing himself back against you, only this time you can feel his bare skin on top of your body.

“How does it feel?” He asks, gliding his hand up your side to push your shirt up.

“G-good.” You shake against the toy, reveling in it even though it was on the lowest setting.

“Yeah, could hear you from the door. You were moaning so fucking loud, neighbors could probably hear it too.”

You dig your nails in the sheet beside your head, keeping your face pointed downwards. Your high was gone already, but you were sure it wouldn’t take long to come back now that Satoru was here.

“Face up, don’t you wanna watch?”

Glancing up you see Satoru’s veiny arm, his hand holding your phone in front of the two of you. The video is playing still, making you bite down on the inside of your cheek.

Satoru grins down, glancing between your head and the video. He really wasn’t expecting this when he came home, but he wouldn’t say no.

You feel him press down into you harder, and you’re able to identify his cock on your ass. He was already hard, the length of it heavy against you.

“What’re you doing?” You ask.

Satoru starts grinding against you, and keeps his eyes on the phone.

“I wanna cum too.” He says it like it’s the most obvious thing in the world.

His cock slowly rubs against you, his body doing all the work. You could just have sex with each other, but this was so much hotter.

“Turn it up for me, I wanna hear it.”

You raise a shaky arm to turn the volume of the video up, allowing the sounds of it to fill the space between you.

The two of you had never watched porn together.

“Fuck, baby.” Satoru murmurs, maintaining a slow pace as his hips push against you.

The two of you are staring at the phone, indulging in the way the two actors are fucking each other. It was hard, just how you and Satoru fucked. You even picked a video where they resembled the both of you, needing someone who looked like Satoru if you didn’t have the real thing.

Satoru’s breathing is picking up, soft pants coming from behind you. Even if he was heavy, which he definitely wasn’t light, your mind wasn’t focused on that. All you could think about was the weight of his cock on you.

“Bet that tight little pussy missed me right? ‘S why you couldn’t wait a little longer?”

Satoru trails kisses up your arm, causing you to twitch beneath him. You could feel his leaky tip rub against your back, making you dizzy.

“Come on baby, tell me you missed me.” Satoru all but begs.

“I missed you Satoru.” You say his name sweetly.

Your finger presses the button again, increasing the speed of your toy. The room was stifling. You touching yourself with Satoru on top of you gave you no wiggle room.

“I know, baby.” Satoru murmurs against you.

Satoru was in a talkative mood tonight, he usually was, but you could tell he was feeling it more so than usual. It excited you. He never disappointed with his words in bed.

“Turn your toy up, wanna hear you moan.” Satoru instructs, keeping a steady hand as he holds your phone.

You allow yourself to turn up the toy even more, the increase in suction making your mouth water. Moans start to escape your throat.

“That’s it baby, let it out.” Satoru groans. “You feel so fucking good.”

You can feel yourself clench around nothing, the combination of his words and the video in front of you going straight to your pussy. You turn it up to full, letting yourself feel good.

Satoru keeps one hand up to support himself while the other holds your phone, his hips thrusting against you. The room is 100 degrees, you’re sure of it, as he rubs his cock against your ass. You bite your lip watching her get fucked as you imagine it being you, pussy remembering the stretch of Satoru. If you listen closely, you can hear his groans behind you mixed with the sounds coming from your phone.

“God, bunny.” Satoru groans.

With each pump of his hips, he shoves you forward slightly only to be held against the toy harder.

“S-Satoru, hnng,” You pant as you feel yourself get closer.

“What was that?” He taunts, leaning down against you even more.

“I-I can’t take it, it-“

“Yes you can, this is what you were doing when I was gone wasn’t it? Filthy girl can’t even w-wait.”

Drool is seeping from the sides of your lips, trying to contain your moans. Satoru goes faster, his cock nudging between your ass cheeks. There’s a mess between your thighs now, your wetness coating your skin. You can’t decide whether to focus your attention on the sounds behind you or in front of you. You moan into the sheets below you as you feel yourself get closer. You wouldn’t be able to last much longer.

“Satoru I’m gonna-“

“F-fuck yes, cum for me baby come on, fuck.”

Satoru groans behind you, slamming his hips over your ass. Your pussy clenches as you cum, burying your head in the bed to quiet the moans coming from you. Satoru moans louder when he hears you cum, finding as much enjoyment out of it as you do.

“I’m close baby, stay still for me, please stay still.” The desperation from his voice leaves you breathless.

You feel warm spurts against your back as Satoru lets out a moan, his hips slowing down. He drops your phone down and pushes himself up to look at the cum on you.

He shuffles before grabbing a cloth to wipe you up, his eyes full of love as he watches you.

“Next time, wait for me to start.”

“Okay.” You slur out, wrapping yourself around Satoru when he lays down.

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thatfeelinwhenyou · 2 months

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KINDRED — 40 (finale)

It’s your final year of highschool, and your only goal is to graduate top of your cohort, as usual. Except as student council president, your advisor can’t seem to leave you alone. What happens when you take Decelis Academy’s top student, their star athlete and put them in front of a camera?

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❥･• episode 40 — her entire being is lovable

The week after Jungwon’s competition, the two of you slip back into the usual programming of studying together after school, despite the documentary having ceased filming. It's a curious irony, isn't it? Now liberated from the suffocating grip of your mother's expectations, free to pursue your own desires, yet you find yourself still tethered to your books, for she was right when she says you can’t go anywhere without decent grades.

You also don’t know what else to do in school besides studying. The library, with its quiet embrace, has become your refuge, a familiar haven and a place where you seek clarity amidst the chaotic excuse you call your current predicament. With your resignation as student body president, all that remains is the race against time until your college entrance exams.

"Y/N, sorry for being late!" Jungwon's voice breaks through the quiet murmur of the library as he settles beside you in your customary corner. You offer him a shy smile, basking in the familiar scent of his cologne that wraps around you like a comforting blanket.

"I finished a whole chapter waiting for you," you tease gently, knowing full well that he'll feel a twinge of guilt for keeping you waiting, only for you to feel bad for making him feel bad. And now you’re both feeling guilty and he’s demanding a kiss from you to make up for it.

"I never took you for the clingy type in a relationship, Yang Jungwon," you chuckle softly, playfully pushing a finger against his forehead to halt any public displays of affection in the holy vicinity of a public library.

"Yeah, well, I didn’t think you’d be rejecting my attempts at showering you with love when we’re a whole fortnight into dating," he pouts, his bag dropping to the seat beside you with a sullen thud. If one other thing did change aside from your relationship status, it would be the fact that Jungwon no longer sits across from you, but beside you. He insists it’s for practicality's sake, which to a certain extent you agree.

Truth be told, Jungwon just finds it distracting to be directly across from you, where he was in full capacity to be distracted by the beautiful features of your face. Not that the new arrangement helped anyway when he is still constantly reaching for your hand to hold, a silent plea for your touch that you gladly reciprocate.

“Why did the teacher hold you back anyway?”

"Couldn't believe my math grades improved so much; he thought I cheated on the recent quiz. Never thought I was doing so badly to make him doubt me that much."

"I mean… you were pretty horrendous," you quip with a grin, nudging him playfully. "Emphasis on ‘were’!" you add, teasingly, knowing he won't take it too seriously. He proves you right as he scoffs at your candid assessment of his past academic struggles. After all, deep down, you both know there's some truth to it...

"We have that final confessional with Producer Choi later today, right?"

"Yeah, can’t believe two months just flew by like that. Feels like just yesterday we were agreeing to only pretend to like each other." You snicker softly, sensing the irony in the situation now that you and Jungwon are in an official (not fake) relationship.

The irony is not lost on Jungwon as you catch his silent smile, knowing he, too, is lost in the memories of that pivotal moment, where pretence gave way to something real and profound.

"What's to say I'm not pretending right now?" Jungwon raises an eyebrow, eliciting an exaggerated gasp from you.

"Are you suggesting you still hate me?" you exclaim, feigning offence and playfully inching away from him on your chair. Jungwon's reaction is immediate, grabbing onto you as he pleads for you to stay, insisting he was only joking.

"So, you don’t hate me?" you inquire with mock seriousness.

"No, I would never!" He envelops you in a sideways hug, leaving you in a precarious position where, without his support, you'd probably topple off the chair, earning judgmental stares from every library patron within a half-mile radius.

With his arm around you, you gaze up at the finely sculpted features of his face, marvelling at how you ever found this man annoying in the first place. As Jungwon's fingers toy with the strands of thread hanging off your uniform blazer, a comfortable silence settles between you.

“When’s your confessional?” Jungwon's question breaks the serene silence, prompting you to glance at the clock and realise the time constraints you're under.

"I'll have to leave soon if I don’t want to be late. Your confessional is right after mine, yeah?" you confirm, already mentally preparing to make your move.

"Yep, I’ll meet you at the gate after, and we could go for some snacks!" Jungwon suggests with a mischievous twinkle in his eye.

"Is this another one of your tricks to feed me into a coma so we don’t have to study?" you quip, raising an eyebrow in playful scepticism.

Jungwon feigns innocence, his grin widening. "Who, me? Never!" he replies, his tone dripping with sarcasm. You chuckle, knowing full well his penchant for indulging in snacks whenever the opportunity arises. But as you gather your things and prepare to leave, you can't help but look forward to the prospect of spending some more time with Jungwon, even if it means indulging in a few too many treats along the way.

You arrive promptly at the confessional venue, positioned strategically in the field right by the entrance of the school so the logo can be seen clearly in the background. This meant people, a lot of them, stopping nearby to watch and observe the commotion as it's not every day you get to see a whole camera crew in the front yard of your school.

Spotting Producer Choi among the crew members, you make your way over and exchange greetings. "Y/N! It’s been a while, hasn't it?" she exclaims with a warm smile.

"It has," you reply, returning her smile as you exchange pleasantries with the familiar faces of the cameramen stationed around you.

"It felt weird not seeing you around after having seen you almost every day for the last 2 months. Strangely enough, I kind of missed it," you admit, though you sense a hint of scepticism in Producer Choi’s eyes, as she knows damn well you were the most excited for this documentary to end.

With a gesture from Producer Choi, you settle into the stool in front of the cameras, and the familiarity of the setting washes over you. It's strange how quickly this space has become a second home over the past few months, filled with the laughter of the crew members who have become like family. With that thought in mind, you mentally ready yourself to share your thoughts and reflections on the journey you've embarked on.

"First of all, thank you, Y/N, for agreeing to be a part of this documentary," Producer Choi begins as the camera lights turn red. You nod in response, feeling a mixture of nervousness and excitement coursing through you.

"Let’s start by having you share with the viewers how you felt about this journey," Producer Choi prompts, her voice gentle yet probing.

"Well, it’s not easy, that’s for sure," you begin, your words flowing more easily now that you've found your rhythm. "It was an experience that urged me to step out of my comfort zone and explore beyond a routine that I was already used to. It was difficult, no doubt, but the friendships that I’ve made along the way made this whole journey worthwhile. If I were to go back in time, I would do it again."

Producer Choi nods encouragingly, her eyes reflecting understanding and empathy. "If that’s so, tell us the most important thing you gained from this documentary."

"This experience was precious to me in many other ways than one," you continue, your voice growing more animated as you recall the memories. "But if I were to point out the most important thing I gained out of this documentary, it would be myself. It’s a little cringy, I know. It still amazes me how much I managed to change in this short period of time. But you know what they say, the best discovery starts within you, and you best believe I discovered."

The camera captures the sincerity in your eyes, the raw emotion shining through as you speak from the heart; a genuine reflection of your growth and transformation throughout the journey.

"Throughout the airing of ‘Kindred,’ the show has gained immense popularity among both domestic and global viewers, why do you think so?" Producer Choi asks, her tone shifting to a more analytical one.

"Honestly, the documentary was able to do well all thanks to Jungwon," you respond with a chuckle, thinking of your ever-charismatic boyfriend. "Without Jungwon, I genuinely think you guys would have produced the most yawn-bearing documentary to date. I acknowledge my lack of entertainment wits. There is also the whole strange pairing between Jungwon and I, even I admit that I’d be interested to find out how our very unique dynamics would work with each other."

The crew members share a knowing smile, having witnessed firsthand the magnetic chemistry between you and Jungwon that has captivated audiences around the world. It's a testament to the power of authenticity and genuine connection, something that can't be manufactured or scripted.

"Speaking about Jungwon, how has your relationship with him changed throughout the show?" Producer Choi inquires, her curiosity piqued.

"Jungwon is really special to me," you admit, a soft smile gracing your lips as you think of him. "I’m glad I got to properly know him through this experience. I’ll forever be grateful to ‘Kindred’ for bringing him into my life."

"Seems like there's something more to it, but I won't pry! But now that you’re graduating soon, what’s next?" Producer Choi prompts, her tone shifting to one of anticipation.

"Hmm… I’m not sure," you confess, feeling a pang of uncertainty creep in. "Ironic since you’d expect the girl with perfect grades to know what she wants to do. But I’m still working on that. Although, tutoring Jungwon made me realise how much I actually love teaching. May or may not consider pursuing it in the future, but we’ll see. I’m not in a rush anyway."

"Lastly, is there anything you want to say to the viewers of ‘Kindred’?"

"To all the viewers of Kindred, thank you for all the support and attention you gave us!" you exclaim, genuine gratitude shining in your eyes. "I’m glad you found some sort of joy going through this journey with Jungwon and I. It’s an experience I’ll hold close to my heart forever."

As the final words leave your lips, you can't help but feel a sense of closure wash over you. This chapter of your life, filled with ups and downs, laughter and tears, is coming to an end. But as you look back on the memories you've created and the relationships you've forged, you know that the impact of this experience will stay with you for a lifetime.

"By the way, will Jungwon be doing his interview here too?" you ask, curiosity tugging at you.

"Why of course," Producer Choi replies with a smile.

"Can I watch?" you inquire, eager to see Jungwon in the hot seat for a change.

"You don’t see Jungwon here now, do you? We got to play it fair, Y/N," she says with a wink as she scurries you away from the film site, leaving you with a sense of anticipation for Jungwon’s answers now that you know the questions that were being asked.

"What was your answer to the question?" you grab onto his arms, shaking it relentlessly trying to get him to fold, even equipping your signature puppy eyes. Jungwon, however, continues to chew on his food that both of you bought off a random street cart, and is now seated at the very same bench where you shared your first kiss.

“I’ll tell you if you tell me,” you consider revealing your answers but decide against it when you think back to your responses and visibly cringe.

Jungwon, ever the enigmatic one, simply smirks, his lips curling into a playful grin. His eyes sparkle with mischief as he toys with you, taking another casual bite of his street food as if your inquiry were nothing more than a fleeting thought.

You roll your eyes, knowing damn well the game he's playing. This teasing banter, a familiar exchange between the two of you, only adds to the playful dynamic of your relationship. But deep down, you can't help but wonder what his answer might have been.

“I guess we’ll only know when they broadcast it,” you shrug, resigning to the mystery as you lean your head on his shoulders. The warmth of his presence beside you, and the gentle rhythm of his breathing, all serve as a comforting anchor amidst the bustling street around you.

As Jungwon reaches over to play with the strands of your hair, a comfortable silence washes over you. The sound of distant chatter and the occasional honking of car horns fade into the background, leaving only the two of you in your own little bubble of tranquillity.

With a playful smile, you reach up to gently swat at Jungwon's hand, feigning annoyance. "Stop messing with my hair," you tease, though secretly enjoying the attention. Jungwon chuckles, his warm breath brushing against your cheek as he leans in closer.

"But it's so fun," he counters, his voice a mere whisper. You roll your eyes playfully, unable to contain your grin. "You're lucky I like you," you retort, leaning into his touch despite your mock protest.

Jungwon's laughter fills the air, a melodious sound that resonates deep within you. His genuine joy is contagious, spreading warmth and happiness with every moment you share.

"I know," Jungwon replies with a smirk, tightening his hold around you. "And I'm lucky to have you." You smile to yourself, the warmth of Jungwon's words enveloping you like a soft embrace. His ability to express his feelings so openly still catches you off guard at times, leaving you feeling both exhilarated and a little overwhelmed.

"You know, you have a way with words," you tease, lifting your head to meet his gaze. Jungwon's smirk widens into a full-blown grin, his eyes sparkling with affection. "Only when I'm talking to you," he replies, his voice filled with sincerity.

The sincerity in his words touches something deep within you, stirring a gentle flutter of emotions in your chest. Despite any doubts or uncertainties that may linger, there's a sense of reassurance in knowing that Jungwon is by your side, ready to face whatever challenges come your way.

You never fully comprehended why you felt so connected to Jungwon in the first place. Sure, you could say that anybody in your position—forced to film a documentary 24/7 with a decent-looking boy (though you’d rather die than admit this back then)—you were bound to catch feelings.

To you, Jungwon is more than just a forced proximity crush; he's an anomaly in your otherwise stoic and academic-focused life. An anomaly that got you so frustrated trying to figure out why he’s such a constant pain in your ass. An anomaly that introduced you to the world outside of the one your mother delicately crafted for you—holding you to unrealistic expectations that she knew damn well you could never meet no matter how much you tried.

He helped you understand that this life is a journey that you shape. That no matter what, mistakes are inevitable. You can give your everything and still somehow manage to fuck things up along the way. Yet, the beauty lies in the way you get to decide how you’re going to fuck up. And there’s no one you’d rather navigate these missteps with than Jungwon.

And while many would assume that a student council president with stellar grades and a Taekwondo athlete who can't study to save his life would never go well together, these assumptions are proven to be false as you realise the many similarities you share with Jungwon. Like how either of you will do anything for the people you care about and for the things you wish to achieve. You could say the two of you are Kindred.

As you rest against him, feeling the steady rhythm of his heartbeat beneath your cheek, you can't help but marvel at the depth of your connection, forged through peculiar circumstances.

With him, it doesn’t matter who you want or need to be.

With him, life seems completely different, exciting and worthwhile.

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starsomens · 3 months

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Warnings: Lab partners to lovers! Sex in a medical research lab, desk, PiV sex, spit in mouth(once), friends to lovers type, language, Noah goes from shy to dominant >:) and of course I had some inspiration help from @gretaswhore28 ✨

"uggghhhh" you groan leaning back from your microscope. You had been looking at sample all day trying to put together an explanation for the reaction it was having to certain medicines. You lean back in your chair and rub at your eyes

"You're gonna end up straining your vision you know," you lab partner, Noah chimes in

"I've been working on this for nearly 2 weeks! I keep getting the same results" you sigh "Maybe I should have a break"

"Oh wow she's actually taking my advice for once" he said sarcastically

You spin in your chair and stare at the tall man. His neck tattoos peeking up past his collar, his perfectly combed hair and dorky glasses. For someone who had his neck and hands covered in tattoos he tends to be quiet and shy. Almost all the other girls on the floor would try and flirt with him or try hitting on him, but the poor boy was just so shy, it honestly was very cute. You liked teasing him about just to see him all flustered

"hey I take you advice, you're the one who doesn't" you chuckle standing from your seat

"Oh yeah? Like what?" he asks leaning on his desk crossing his arms. You think for a moment

"hmmm....well...like how maybe you should roll your sleeve up because EVERYONE wants to know just how tattooed you are" you Walk to him and give him that knowing look

"Y/N, they could just ask and I have pictures,"

"yeah but in person, on the skin! It's different" he thinks for a second and takes his lab coat off leaving him in his button down baby blue shirt. You were smiling knowing you had gotten to him, that was until you felt something drilling into your head. Looking up you can see him just staring at you, once you caught his eyes you stare right back at him. Almost as if you froze in place.....his stare was....hypnotizing and....petrifying but.... alluring.

"Well, there you go. I take you advice so well," he lets his shirt fall to the floor leaving him in a white tank top “I did it on the spot”

“DAMN!” You didn’t mean to say it so loud, you hustled weren’t expecting to see him COVERED in tattoos “sorry I didn’t mean that they look….good..”

He holds his arm out “you can look closer if you want. You take a picture of his arm and start to trace some of the drawings on his skin. Whoever had tattooed him had done an amazing job. They were so detailed and beautiful. You hadn’t even realized that your touch was lingering on his skin.

“You like that princess?” He said in a hush voice

“Hu-?”

“ maybe I heard a couple things about you liking certain person here..” now it was his turn to tease you “ don’t think I haven’t noticed how you stare at me, or my hands whenever work, I noticed everything” he suddenly pushes your waist to the side and switches place with you. You were now against the desk and him in front of you.

"I-I....what? You're one to believe rumors Noah?" you asked clearly flustered

"I didn't but then I noticed your patterns. The way you'd dress, your perfume, how we always end up staying at work at the same times?" he smirks leaning into you "Am I right, princess?"

"I...I....it's just coincidence!" you defend yourself

"so why are you so red?" he leans into your ear, feeling his body heat radiating on to yours, you were just about to crack but as you were he pulls back and grabs his shirt from the floor

"But you're right, why should I believe rumors? Afterall it's people making things up because they're bored "he says as he puts his arms through the sleeves. Not only were you flustered and embarrassed now you were pissed.

"We should get packed up and head home for the night-" both your hands grab his loose collar and pull him to you and you look him dead in the eye

"You think I'd let you get away with that?" you crash your lips on his to which he returns the kiss. The kiss turns into something passionate and lust filled in just seconds. He lifts you on to the desk, knocking over a pen holder. His hands find your bare knees and push your skirt up your legs until the fabric sit over your hips. His lips trace down your face and to your neck, he rips open your shirt, causing the buttons to scatter on the floor

"Hey-"

"I'll buy you a new one" he kisses and nips at the valley of your breasts, making sure to leave a mark or two on them.

"You don't know....how long...I've wanted this" he says between kisses. Bring you to the edge of the desk, he stands between your legs And holds both your legs on either side of his body as he leans down against you.

" I can feel you soaking through your panties. You've been wanting this too, haven't you?" he chuckled

"Mmmm" his fingers, find your chin and make you look up at him

“Words princess,”

“Y-yes…” you can feel his bulge rubbing against you soon you were able to feel how wet you were yourself.

“That’s my good girl,” he kisses your nose “can I Y/N? Can I make you feel good?” He asks and you give him a shakes nod. Without breaking eye contact, he unbuckles his belt, and rips his pants enough to get himself out of his confinements. He pushes your panties aside and rubs the head of his cock up and down your slit.

“So wet…just for me,” his other hand, held your leg up by the back of your knee as he pushes himself in bottoming out in one go. You both sigh heavily from the feeling of him being inside you. A shiver ran through your body as he taking the situation. Here you were on your partners desk, leg spread, and his cock inside of you.

He pulls out nearly all the way and plunges back in again

“Oh fuck!” He starts to thrust into you at a rhythm. The quiet lap filled with erotic sounds of sex. Your head was thrown back as nose lips dig into the column of your neck. Nipping and licking at the skin.

“Good….so fucking good for me.” He huffs you had never seen this side of him before. “This pussy…is mine now. You got that?” He uses the desk for leverage as he fucks into you, Rasing your leg higher to go deeper into your pussy.

“Oh…god!” he was hitting all of the right spots, he was just the right size, and the right length. Everything was perfect down to the rhythm of his crust the way his hand was holding your body in place so he can fuck into you was also perfect.

“Nuh uh baby….” He huffs “no god here, only me…and you’ll call out only MY name!” He punctuates his words with deep thrusts

The desk rattles with every thrust he gives you. His lips leaving no area of your neck untouched. Maybe it was a silly little crush before but now you can say with full confidence that you would be his if he asked you to. Get on your knees for him….it was possible for just the pleasure to be corrupting you kind but he was right. You did like him. A whole lot…and now here you were.

Your nails claw at his back as he continues to thrust into you sporadically. Your legs tighten around his waist as his hands dig into your sides. There is a new look in his eye, one of lust and dominance. Completely opposite of the Noah that you were introduced to when he first started working here But this was such a turn on you can feel yourself posting around him the longer you looked in his eyes

His other hand rubbed tight circles on your clit, you can feel his cock twitch impulse inside of you. He captures your lips in a deep kiss, his tongue, pushing past your lips, and dancing with yours.

“ open your mouth baby” he huffs you follow his command, open your mouth slightly “stick that tongue out for me,”

Stick your tongue out, just enough for him to see

“Good girl,” he gathers a bit of spit and spits directly into your mouth. “Fucking swallow it,”

You swallow his spit feeling it washed down your throat. Your eyebrows knit together as you can feel a tight knot forming in the pit of your stomach. You can feel your head become light as your eyes roll to the back of your head. The way he rocked his body into you, the way his fingers worked at your clit, the way his lips traced over your skin, it all made you see stars.

“ are you going to cum baby? Cum all over this cock?” you taking a hold of your jaw, giving your face a slight squeeze every now and then if you broke eye contact with him. His glasses slipping down to the very tip of his nose, but still staying in place. The lenses became slightly foggy due to the activities you were currently partaking in. His combed hair starting to fall into his face. in those deep, dark eyes only pushed you further into your pleasure.

“You wanna cum so bad huh?” he teases as he slows down his rhythm just a bit. He could see your face, become slightly dissatisfied with his change and pace. “Oh my poor little slut, tell me what you want..”

“I-I wanna cum….please Noah…”

This pleased the scientist, as a large smile appears on his face. He takes a hold of your hips and studies his foot stamps. He stops for only moment, and begins to pound into faster and harder than before. He was coming to his end and you, but of course he knew the consequences if he did finish inside so he had to get you to finish first. He rubs your bundle of nerves faster as he feels tighten around him.

“That’s it baby, cum. Cum for me, cum all over this dick” and just as he commanded, you finish as your body is taken over by tremors he pulls out of you and pumps his fist along his cock. He finishes in spurts onto your chest. You’re both gasping and huffing messes. You feel his slender hands up your body pick up some of the cum left on your chest.

Brings the fingers up to your mouth and says

“Taste it Y/N,” hesitantly, open your mouth and allow him to stick his fingers inside, tasting his thick consistency on his fingers. It was slightly salty, but also drop of sweetness in there.

“You’re so good for me,” he smirks as he leans down close to you once again he kisses you once again, and pulls bad enough just to say “only for me,”

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Paperwork (Part II) - Levi Ackerman x Female Reader

Word Count: 5.3k

Warning: Sexual content ahead. 18+, MDNI.

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"What are you doing?"

“Something I’ve always wanted to do.”

With that, his fingers tighten their grip on your waist and pull up, now hips to hips. Something distinct brushes up against your inner thigh. Another blow to your lungs. Holy fuck. Your breathing speeds up, trying to find the ability to speak.

“Tell me you want this.”

The breath is knocked out of you as he looks at you with such determination and interest. His steel gaze penetrates yours. If looks could kill, you would be long fucking dead.

This is so wrong! a voice screams at the back of your mind. We are both captains. We have attended war meetings together. Why are we allowing lust to mix with the important work we do? If Commander Erwin finds out about this, who knows what will happen. One of us needs to stop this before it’s too late. Now!

“Words. Use them.”

You close your eyes for a moment and remember the buzzing of the wine in your veins. Fuck it. Without another word, you grab Captain Levi by the shirt and shift your weight against his, pushing him backward into his office doors. He let out a slight groan as his body slammed up against them. When he looks at you, his eyes are wide and his mouth is slightly agape.

You flash a smile, “I want this."

Your hand slides up his shoulder to his undercut, fingernails softly scratching at the hair there. His jaw tenses tightly when he caresses your face, causing you to tilt your head to lean into his warm touch. He continues to stare at you as his thumb gently brushes over your chin, tugging your lower lip downward in the process.

His touch is electrifying. Your whole body is dependent on it. You want more. No, you need more.

Something about you looking at him with your innocent doe eyes causes him to break. He wraps an arm around your waist and suddenly switches positions with you so you’re the one who’s pinned. The wood behind you paired with Captain Levi’s body is suffocating from his urgency. The doors rattle loudly and you slightly worry if anyone will hear what’s going on.

But the concern vanishes as quickly as it came when something hard presses up against your leg again. Your body rolls forward to brush onto it. His eyes darken several shades, now looking at you through lidded eyes. He takes a deep breath and sighs, placing his forehead on yours gently. Your hands find their way to the sides of his neck and the beat of his heart throbbed against your palms.

Delicately but urgently, you lean forward and place your lips to his. He’s… warm, smooth. You don’t know what you were expecting, but his personality was always so void of emotion. A certain type of coldness. Whiplash courses through your brain as thumbs gently stroke your cheeks, the rest of his fingers gently occasionally scratching the base of your scalp. He pulls away and looks at you again, looking for some type of permission to kiss you more.

His usually gray eyes are now sparked with a slight tinge of blue, like the spark of a giant wildfire about to happen.

“Please kiss me, Captain.”

He clarifies, “Just Levi.”

You lean into him and softly moan when he takes your bottom one in between his teeth and pulls gently. After he lets go, his movements become more hasty. His tongue brushes against your lips and the next kiss deepens. The leftover taste of wine and accents of mint play upon your tongues. It’s borderline euphoric. While his lips are urgent and demanding, there’s a certain intimacy and softness to them.

Your fingers find their way to his hair, intertwining strands in between them. His hand drops to the back of your thigh, nails slightly dragging across the skin there, and lifts up. It opens your pelvis to him as your leg now sits on his hip.

Cap— Levi pushes himself up against you, your spine pressing up against the doors behind you and the hard object brushing against the area in between your legs. It must be him. Your mouth drops open at the thought, breaking the kiss from Levi and looking down at your connected pelvises. Your forehead drops to his shoulder and his lips go to your ear again.

“You feel that?” Levi calls your name, low and breathy. Goosebumps rise on your skin and your heart feels like it’s about to explode. “You did that. You do this to me.”

A strangled moan escapes you and your eyes squeeze shut, your hips involuntarily bucking against his. Levi’s grip trails up your back and into your hair, reaching for your scalp and contracting his fingers together. With his grip on the roots of your hair, he forces your eyes upward to meet his again. He kisses you again. This time a little too briskly.

“It’s been quite the day for the both of us,” he mutters, stepping away and letting your hoisted leg drop to the floor. “Why don’t we shower, hm?”

He steps back from you and begins to walk away as panic floods your entire body. Levi must’ve noticed because his gaze shifted, looking at you with slight concern. His eyebrows furrow together.

“What is it?”

“Uh,” you shift uncomfortably. “Like… shower together?”

“If you want you can shower alone, but I would like for us to both be clean.”

Behold: A bigger wave of panic.

“No,” you slightly jump, grabbing his arm. Levi arches an eyebrow, his amusement and lust now seemingly completely gone when he looks down at your grip. You immediately let go and an intense blush blossomed across your cheeks. “I… shit. Sorry. I’ve… I’ve never showered with anybody before.”

“That makes two of us.”

“Really?”

“Tch. Come on. We don’t have all night.”

* * *

Just like the rest of his living quarters, the shower is beautiful. Fresh eucalyptus hangs from the showerhead and his shower is made of transparent glass doors and dark yet shimmery tile flooring. The wall that the sink stands against is one giant mirror. There are no decorations. This is infinitely nicer than the shower room you had in your own quarters.

He lights a candle and sets it near the shower on a washcloth, causing a warm light to envelop the entire room. Levi stands back up and faces you and the anxiety you are experiencing worsens. He steps towards you, closing the space by wrapping his hand around your waist.

He pleads, “Talk to me.”

“I’m nervous.”

“I appreciate your candor,” Levi slightly chuckles, reiterating your words from earlier. “My eyes won’t leave yours if yours won’t leave mine.”

Your heart relaxes a little, “Yeah, okay.”

Levi’s fingers slowly work to undo the buttons that adorn your white shirt, exposing more and more skin as he makes his way down. His stare pierces yours. It makes you want to go into a corner and hide, but you stand your ground and bite the inside of your cheek. Eventually, his hands dive into the fabric and push it off your body, landing as a puddle of fabric on the floor. He picks it up, folds it, and places it on the sink.

“I find it a bit ironic,” he whispers when he finds the belt of your pants, slowly undoing it. His fingers are long and slender, hands accented with palened veins underneath skin.

“What?”

“You are so self-assured and confident in your abilities, more so than the rest of the Scouts,” he sets the belt down next to your shirt and begins to unbutton your pants. “Yet here you are, a nervous mess, just for me.”

Your eyes struggle not to flutter closed with his words, which add even more to the wetness gathering between your legs. You have to be, quite literally, dripping by now. The candlelight highlights the side of Levi’s face, accentuating his beautiful features with a glow. Something about seeing him in this needy, wanting state just makes him all the more attractive to you. If that’s even possible.

He’s keeping his promise so far. His eyes don't deviate from yours, even when he pulls down your pants. They settle into an uncomfortable pool at your ankles. While he’s down, balancing on the balls of his feet, he hooks two fingers into the sides of your underwear and slowly pulls them down. You feel like you’re going to pass out, seeing Levi at your feet as you are almost completely naked. While he’s down, he plants a few kisses to the soft skin of your thigh and mutters something unintelligible. The echo of his voice reverberates in soft waves across your skin.

After, he rises so he’s eye level with you again, gently dragging his fingers against the curvature of your spine before undoing your bra. He brings it down your shoulders. You now stand completely bare in front of him. You take a deep breath and muster a small smile at him.

“Your turn,” your voice slightly shakes.

Your eyes are glued to his as his body works to strip itself of clothing. You step forward, though, and begin to help. Levi lets you take off his shirt, making a conscious effort to not work too fast to undo the pearl buttons. The merciless eye contact is starting to become unbearable when the shirt falls to the floor, your hands ghosting over the warmth of his chest. His muscles are hard and strong. You close your eyes and note the number of scars that litter his body as you feel patches of rough skin under your fingertips.

A certain feeling of melancholy takes over you.

While Levi’s teaching techniques aren’t always the best, you couldn’t think of another person more deserving of peace and happiness. Petra always said he was brought to here by Commander Erwin “kicking and screaming,” but you often wondered if that was really true. He has quite literally lost everything. The Survey Corps is all he has left.

You fight the lump forming in your throat.

“Hey,” he calls. He grabs your chin, making you look at him. The redness of your watering eyes doesn’t go unnoticed by him. “I got the rest.”

You nod and step back again before he takes off everything else and places it into a hamper in the bathroom closet. After, he steps into the shower, now steaming and fogging up the glass.

You follow him in and he steps under the stream first. You’ve never seen him so relaxed when his fingertips run across his scalp and a quiet sigh releases itself from his throat, eyes closed. This causes you to break the deal first. Streams of hot water flow down his chest and abdomen, but you don’t dare go lower than that.

Levi calls your name, full of amusement.

“Weren’t you taught as a child that it’s impolite to stare? Switch positions with me.”

You shrug past him and stand under the stream of water. He grabs a bottle and squeezes it, causing a generous amount of silvery, glittery liquid to come out of it, and begins washing his hair. The water feels almost cool compared to your body, which was hot from the tension between you two. Nonetheless, you enjoy it and close your eyes, leaning your head back as Levi did.

You both assist one another in washing your bodies, Levi’s touch slipping across your skin effortlessly. The bathroom is dim enough that not a lot of you or him can be seen right now. Still, though, his touch stings in a good way and spreads throughout your body. He washes you from head to toe and you do the same to him.

Once you are both done showering up, with very little words exchanged during it, you stand under the stream together. His wet hair slightly covers his eyes as he looks at you, once again stroking your face with his thumb. He leans in slowly and connects his lips to yours, the wetness from the shower making your kiss even more arousing.

You feel Levi twitch against your leg and in a desperate effort to get some relief, you stand on your toes and slip it in between your thighs. Not entering you, but sliding up against your sex. You rock your hips on it. It brushes against your clit repeatedly and a strangled whimper drops from your lips. Levi buries his head in the crook of your shoulder, causing you to wrap your arms around his neck and push your chests together, needy for more skin-to-skin contact.

He steadied your hips against the shower wall and slowly thrusts into the soft, slippery space between your legs. The tip continued to brush against your clit again and again, causing sparks of pleasure to course through your pelvis. He began kissing, sucking, and biting at your neck harshly, a stark contradiction from the movements. Your mouth dropped open at the sensations and you wrap your arms around Levi tighter, breathing softly in his ear as he continues his assault on you.

“Levi…” you pleaded softly. He groaned quietly and wrapped a strong arm around your waist, pulling your hips in and pushing them away.

“Fuck, you feel too good,” he breathed and suddenly turns off the water, pulling out. “Come on.”

The withdrawal of pleasure is almost torture.

Levi grabbed two towels from the closet but doesn’t give you yours just yet. He quickly runs the towel through his hair a few times and brushes it briskly with his body before wrapping it around his hips. His V line, speckled with glistening droplets of water, disappears into the towel. You bite the inside of your lip.

He grabs your towel and begins to dry you off, softly patting the towel against your body. He drops down to the balls of his feet again to dry off your legs and lower abdomen. Once he gets around to your backside, he squeezes your ass through the towel and elicits a whimpered moan from your throat. You can swear you can see a small smirk in the candlelight.

He wraps the towel underneath your underarms and tucks one end into the towel, securing it in place. Once he has a candle in hand, he opens the door to the bathroom and takes your clothes with him.

Levi’s bedroom is dark, but you can distinctly make out a large bed with a dark comforter thanks to the large window next to his bed. Streaks of moonlight pours in from the outside and illuminates the room just enough to give it a cold, yet alluring aura. You can see the entire city, endless homes stretch beyond the horizon until the wall. You can’t even begin to comprehend how beautiful this sight would be in the evening during sundown.

You are ripped out of your thoughts when you hear Levi set your clothes down on his dresser nearby. Interestingly enough, he takes your knickers from the pile, sets them on the floor next to the bed, and turns to you once again. This time, you move towards him and close the space between you two. Your hands work smoothly to remove the towel from your body, throwing it to the floor. Levi is pushed backwards and he falls onto the bed. You climb on top, separating your legs to straddle him. His mouth drops in surprise at your dominance.

You are the first this time to initiate a kiss. Your tongues instantly find one another’s, breaths hitched in throats. His strong, wandering hands find their way to the curve of your lower back, tracing slow and tiny circles there. You hold yourself up using Levi’s chest to stabilize yourself.

“Wait, stop.”

You do what you're told and pause for a moment, waiting to hear what Levi has to say. You brush back some of his hair from his face.

“Are you sure you want to do this?”

You say, completely honest, “I’ve never wanted to do anything more.”

Your lips lower themselves down, planting kisses on the side of his mouth, his chin, and finally, his neck. Levi lifts his hips up towards yours and squirms a little underneath you.

“This is so cute,” you tease lowly, dragging your tongue up from the base of his neck to his earlobe and sucking gently. You breathe and moan quietly in his ear, which causes him to lift his hips again and struggles to hold back a whimper. “Who knew Humanity’s Strongest could be broken down like this with so little effort?”

A growl rips from Levi’s throat and before you know it, a firm grip plants itself in your hair and rips you away from his neck. He slams his lips to yours and kisses you so hard that you are sure that your skin will be bruised tomorrow.

“This mouth of yours certainly does a lot of talking,” said Levi, pulling away and using his thumb to pull your bottom lip downward. “Why don’t you actually put it to good use?”

As a response, you open your mouth and take his thumb in. Being as seductive as you can muster, you slide your tongue up on the underside of his finger. His face is priceless as you softly bite down on his digit and flash a small smile at him. You reach up and grab his wrist, wrapping your lips fully around his index and middle fingers. You leisurely move up and down while sucking and utilizing your tongue to pin his fingers to the roof of your mouth.

You pull him out, “You mean like this?”

You guide the flat of your tongue against the side of his index finger, flicking your tongue upward once you stroke it in its entirety. He looks completely dumbfounded, messy wet hair tangling over his face in frustration.

“That’s not exactly what I had in mind.”

He grabs your hips and moves your body up towards his face and then flips you over, making you lean over by pushing on your back so your chest is flush against his torso. Your vagina is in his face and his dick in yours. You’ve never felt more vulnerable. Holy fuck.

Your cheeks heat, “Levi—”

“Let me make you feel good.”

Your cunt clenches at his words involuntarily. Your eyes widen as your fingers hesitantly find the fabric of the towel and open it up. Levi’s dick springs free from its restraints and Levi breathes a sigh of relief. It twitches slightly in the moonlight.

You confidently grab the shaft, causing a hiss to emit from Levi. The tip of your tongue traces along his length before you wrap your mouth around his tip. The certain, subtle flavor of his precum takes over your sense of taste.

Your actions stop when Levi plants a kiss against your cunt. Your body jumps in response as a jolt of slight satisfaction shoots through your legs. It’s not nearly enough, though. Still, your head falls against his thigh, eyes closed.

“Are you serious?” he groans. “I cannot believe you’re this wet already. So filthy.”

You don’t have the willpower to talk back to him anymore. The only thing you can do is take Levi’s dick in its entirety and express the effect he has on you that way. You wrap your hand around him and twist up and down to compensate for the inches you cannot reach. Levi buck into your mouth slightly and his arms wrap around your legs and spreads your lips open.

His tongue makes one big stripe from front to back.

“You taste so good,” he mutters. His palm raises and smacks down on your ass. “Mmm.”

A loud shriek rips through your chest and vibrates throughout Levi’s dick as he continues to eat you out. You decide to mirror his movements. When he makes you feel particularly good, you speed up the pacing of your sucking. And when he slows down, you do the same. The moans and sounds Levi makes against the skin of your inner thighs is almost intoxicating. At times, he even bites at the skin there and continues to leave marks on your ass. The mixture of pleasure and pain is almost too much to bear.

A finger traces your entrance, slowly and tantalizingly, before he thrusts it in and out. You can practically feel his gaze piercing your skin. He curls it just perfectly and hits your g-spot.

“Levi, oh,” you curse against his cock, eyelashes fluttering closed.

His finger, paired with his tongue, you are only left with strong waves of orgasmic pleasure. These waves course through your entire body and you can’t help but slightly bounce back onto him. You mirror his efforts when you suck him, coaxing many beautiful sounds from his mouth.

“Don’t stop,” he whispers into your thigh, kissing it softly when you pump his entire length with your mouth and hand working in a steady rhythm. He smacks your ass and grabs it, hard. “You’re gonna make me cum if you keep doing that, fuck.”

You continue your rhythm, noticing how Levi’s legs are now slightly shaking and his breathing is louder than ever. A few moments later, he forces you off and spins you around then kisses you hard. Your flavor on his lips and him on your lips mix together, creating a unique sort of taste. Addicting.

He flips you over so you’re on bottom while he stabilizes between your legs. His cock sits on your pelvic bone. So close yet so far. Both of you are now completely naked, pressed against one another. How did we end up here? Everything is moving so slowly yet so fast at the same time.

“I’m not finished yet,” Levi said as he started kissing down your body. He cups one of your breasts with his large hand and he closes his mouth around your other nipple. You lean into his touch, wrapping an arm around his head and planting a kiss to the top of his head. He replies with taking a nipple in between his teeth gently, pulling slightly and letting go.

Levi does the same with the other breast, circling his tongue around it and sucking before moving further downward. Your back arches when his breath fans on your pussy, running a free hand through his hair and pulling softly. You don’t look down or make eye contact with him when his tongue runs up and down your slit, finding your clit with ease.

A gasp escapes your mouth when he starts sucking, making an obscene noise echo off Levi’s bedroom walls. You relish in the wonderful feeling as the flat of his tongue laps against you. He lifts one of your thighs and places it on his shoulder without stopping. He smoothly slips a finger inside and thrusts it in and out a few times and curls it upward. He interlaces your fingers with his and speeds up his movements.

Then he stops.

Your eyes shoot open to find Levi reaching for something next to the bed. He comes back up with a familiar fabric pooled in his hands. Your underwear. He bundles it up and wraps it with his fingers and grabs your jaw.

“Open.”

“Th—”

Before you can finish protesting, he opens your mouth and shoves the fabric in. And just like a lightning strike, he’s down and fingering you again. This time, he’s much more rough.

His actions become so relentless that your whole body starts to shake. Your moans became so loud that they also echoed in the room, endlessly chanting Levi's name despite having a gag. Your cunt clenches around his fingers and your legs stiffen. He adds another finger. You run your free hand through your hair and use the other to clench onto Levi’s hand for dear life as stars begin to prickle at your vision.

“Thaaat’s it,” Levi coaxes against you. “Does it feel good right there?”

He twitches his fingers with gentle force against your G-spot, causing you to yelp and nearly jump off the mattress. You nod fervently and whimper beneath him. Waves of pleasurable warmth spread through your pelvis and body, causing you to cry out.

“Come on, I want to hear those pathetic little moans of yours. Let go.”

His husky voice echoes in your ears and he doesn’t stop as your climax rips through your body. The room spins and your legs uncontrollably shake, noting that this is the strongest orgasm you’ve ever experienced. A series of muffled obscenities and Levi’s name fall from your lips as you slowly come down.

You feel his fingers slip out, causing your body to convulse a few times, and you hear him licking them clean. He comes up and removes your makeshift gag and throws it to the side. You hear him chuckle.

“You’re stunning when you cum, you know that?”

He plants soft kisses on the skin of your neck as you still come down from your high. Another ache grows inside of you though, something you can’t ignore. It wasn’t enough.

“I want you.”

The sudden confession makes Levi freeze in his tracks. For a second, you swear you see him stop breathing. He lifts himself up so his face is just inches from yours. His jaw tenses in the candlelight. You reach up and gently stroke his undercut, shifting uncomfortably underneath him as he doesn’t say anything.

“Do you want me?” you whispered, a stinging sensation starting to take over your eyes.

Levi lowers his hand down and rubs the tip of his dick against your cunt, sliding it up and down. Your eyes flutter closed and he almost does the same. You pull your bottom lip in between your teeth, looking up at him with lust. His eyes are completely blown out, black irises ridding them of the familiar silvery blue color you had been used to seeing all night.

He then grabs your hand, lowering it so it wraps around his length. It’s hard as a rock.

“Does it feel like I want you?”

Your heart nearly leaps in your mouth. You start slowly pumping, noticing the look on his face as it melts with your touch. His hips slightly roll forward to aid in your movements. Your eyes won't leave his face. Watching Humanity’s Strongest be so vulnerable and relaxed was alone a sight worth dying for. You line him up with your entrance and he begins to push forward into you.

That is, until a light began to rise on the horizon. Your gaze turns towards the window and your eyes widen in shock.

“Oh shit!” you swear loudly, all of your lust disappearing almost instantaneously. “Sunrise!”

His head turns towards the window and he quickly gets up off of you, freeing you from his grasp. He pulls on a pair of boxer briefs as you run a frazzled hand through your hair before jumping up. You scramble to find your clothes on his dresser and pull them on your body. You hear a chuckle from Levi as he lays back down on the bed,

“This seriously isn’t funny,” you struggle to hold back a laugh yourself. “Levi, Commander Erwin will have my head if I’m not back in my office when he arrives.”

“Well, maybe being a captain is too much for you to handle.”

You quip back as you tie up your hair, “Or maybe you’re just a bad influence on me.”

You turn to leave and Levi calls your name. You have your hand on the handle of his bedroom door and turn your head around to wait for him to speak. He pauses, like he’s contemplating his words carefully. His gaze drops and he sighs.

“Good luck.”

You laugh, “Yeah, I have a feeling I’m gonna need it. Thanks again for the help.”

With that, you quickly rush out of Levi’s bedroom. You swear you can hear him curse underneath his breath but you’ve got more important matters to attend to.

* * *

Your worst fears are confirmed when you find your office doors open and Commander Erwin sitting at your desk. You should’ve known; the commander is never a second late to anything. The blazing orange sun comes in from the windows behind him and bleeds into the hallway where you’re standing.

You look presentable, sure, but he eyes you up and down with a cocked eyebrow when you come into his vision. If he asks, you think you can just blame it on the lack of sleep.

And not because you were getting laid.

When you’re in your own office doorway, you set down your briefcase and give a salute to your superior.

“Commander Erwin,” you say confidently and respectfully. “I sincerely apologize for my tardiness, sir. How long have you been waiting?”

“Not long,” he responds, putting down one of your pens that he had been toying with. A wave of relief floods your being. His eyes drop to your briefcase. “I entrust the paperwork deadline I assigned to you yesterday has been met?”

“Yes.”

“I looked over some of the work that was left on your desk already. Very nicely done, very thorough.”

“Thank you.”

You pick the briefcase back up and walk towards your desk, flipping the clips open with a slight squeak. You retrieve the giant mound of paperwork stashed away and set it on your desk in front of your commander.

He begins sifting through it and inspecting it, but you notice his eyebrows draw together.

“I see this is some of Levi’s handwriting.”

“Sir,” you affirm. “He assisted me in completing it.”

Commander Erwin sighs heavily, his head shaking, and your heartbeat begins to race. You feel a drop of sweat run along the curvature of your tensed spine.

“I understand that I didn’t give you much notice to complete your task and I know Levi’s work, so I will say this only once: do not let paperwork pile up like this again.”

Getting reprimanded by Levi and now Commander Erwin within a few hours, you think. Lucky me.

You salute again, “Very much understood, Commander.”

“Good. I know you and your squad had been preoccupied conducting various excursions and missions outside the wall before their deaths. You have notable leadership skills, great ideas, and other undeniable assets to bring to Scouts. If it was anyone else, this mishap would’ve had them demoted immediately. We can’t afford negligence.”

You nod.

“But I would like for you to join the Special Operations Squad.”

The room begins to spin. You become faint but your composure remains rigid. How will you ever face Levi after staying up with him all night? And… what you two did together. How you were so close to actually… his moans…

You clear your throat.

“Sir, may I ask why?”

“Right now, the squad includes Eld Gin, Oruo Bozad, Petra Rall, and Günther Schultz, all hand-picked by Levi himself. They are now responsible for bringing Eren to the old Scout Regiment headquarters. There, he will learn to control his titan powers under their supervision as a result of the military tribunal.”

“He hadn’t told me… Is he aware that I’m joining him?”

“He will soon. But I know you would make a very valuable addition. I’m sure he would be in agreement. It would also give you a break on paperwork. You and Levi would share that workload.”

“I see.”

“They are getting ready to depart shortly with Eren. Get cleaned up and follow up with the captain as soon as you can.”

“Sir.”

And with that, the commander gets up, walks out of your office, and closes the door behind him. You collapse on the nearby wall, sliding down to the floor and burying your face in your hands.

Commander Erwin… What the fuck are you thinking?

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fanfictionvibesworld · 5 months

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The conjuring scenario

What there like in a relationship with you?

Ed Warren

How you both meet was through Lorraine (in this he isn’t married to her)

100% a golden retriever partner

Kind of partner to be calm and collected in the most weird or non calm situations

Jesus is everywhere. Literally

You best believe that this man has a backup cross for his backup

Loves to actually do the cooking then eating it

Always makes sure your ok. He puts you before himself almost to the point where it’s selfish

6/10 protective over you. He knows that you can handle yourself pretty well so he’s not worried about that but once again, he is your ✨man ✨

Sometimes act almost like a parent then a partner

Always worried about you since all the haunted objects he has, with all the demonic possessions are always with him, afraid if them get to you

But at the end of the day you are his rock and nothings gonna change that not even a demonic scare

Annabelle

How did you get in situation, we don’t even know. Hell not even Annabelle knows why there with the likes of you but here you both are

How you both met was that you are the Warrens oldest daughter

They are the type of partner that is cold and cruel but as a TINY soft spot for you

They have never been in a relationship with anyone or anything before so…… I guess you take most of the rings and the affection parts, or even how to show it

They don’t hate it though more…. Tolerate it to an actual likable level to where they don’t wanna kill you

5/10 protectiveness over you. Half and half is the best way to explain it. They actually help you to a certain extent at some point, but be prepared to mostly face stuff on your own

But overall even though all of these scenarios seem bad and all no offense, but what did you expect? Hug and a kiss? That’s not going to happen soon. But……….. there is a spot in their non existence and cold heart for just you that even though they don’t understand it….. it is special for them…

Valak

Once again we don’t know how we got here, but we’re here

You two met when they were disguised as in the usual, nun form, and you were an actual nun

They are the type of partner that like scaring you more then loving you

They love your fear. It’s delicious to them more than all the other people they have scared, which is one of the reasons why they’re with you

In the relationship department for affection. Kind of like Annabelle but they would actually give you things surprisingly

Like: dead birds, dead rats, dead flowers, hell even dead body’s of other nuns. A lot of dead things

At least it wasn’t you that turn to a dead gift

5/10 protectiveness over you. Just like Annabelle

But overall they are a ancient evil entity that has never been with someone or anything in all of its centuries of living, and probably even more than that and hell, 100% not with a human but here we are. It is cold and cruel to you like it just everyone else as it doesn’t give you special treatment, but…….. like Annabelle….. there’s a spot for you and it’s cold demonic heart….. it’s just deep inside it

#lucifer morningstar x reader #dead evil rise deadite x reader #the conjuring #valak #valak x reader #valak the nun #valak smut #fypage #everyone #x reader #ed warren #the warrens #horror #slashers #slashers x reader #my inner demons

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yokohamapound · 6 months

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Since tis Spooky Season, how about some wedding headcanons for our goth boys Bram and Akutagawa? :3

It might no longer be spooky season but goth bois are timeless. <3

Characters: Bram Stoker, Akutagawa Ryuunosuke

Contents: gn!reader, nsfw mention

Bram Stoker

Bram is certainly the marrying type. Once he’s found someone he feels he can spend the long years of eternity with, he’ll want to lock you down quickly and make it official. Dating is a foreign concept to him, but he will spend some time courting you. He’s very likely the one who proposed marriage, and like, you have eyes, so of course you were going to accept. Who doesn’t want to marry a handsome vampire lord?

It’s not enough to call Bram ‘old-fashioned’. The man is at least several hundred years old, (depending on whether his age is based on the actual Bram Stoker or Vlad Tepes, basis of the legend for Dracula). He’s between approx 170-600 years old. He’s seen trends become traditions and vanish entirely. The wedding would probably be some flavour of traditional, whether that’s a Western white wedding, or a wedding steeped in his spouse’s culture. If you really wanted to, you could have a historical-themed wedding to make Bram feel at home—just expect him to be finicky on the minor details.

“This is the incorrect type of date for this pastry.”

It might take some doing to find a priest willing to marry you to a vampire, or you can forge the documents and have a civil ceremony. It depends on whether or not Bram can actually set foot in a church. He’s probably relieved to discover civil ceremonies are a thing.

Bram looks beautiful in a suit. Just imagine it. A suit tailored to his ridiculous, 6’5” height, possibly a tailcoat, with a cravat, his long hair tied back.

You’ll have to bring him up to speed and explain that, apart from certain cultural traditions, dowries aren’t that common anymore, and that he doesn’t have to offer your father 50 goats for your hand in marriage.

Bram’s a pretty romantic guy, but he always does it with style. He pulls out your chair, his hand is going to rest on the small of your back, and he takes the lead in the first dance waltz, no matter your gender.

The speeches will be short—he’s had to put up with too many of Fukuchi’s soliloquies to want to hear any more monologuing. The wedding dinner—feast, he insists on calling it—is sumptuous, although Bram doesn’t partake. (You’re his wedding feast and he’d rather enjoy that in private.)

Godspeed on your wedding night. Bram’s spent years without a lower half of his body and now he has it back, and a spouse to enjoy. He is…pent up, shall we say~

Akutagawa Ryuunosuke

Poor Akutagawa is still reeling over the fact that he’s getting married. I would say that either you proposed, or Dazai planted the idea in Akutagawa’s head that it was time for him to put a ring on it. If Akutagawa proposed, your ring is some beautiful antique with a large stone and a creepy story attached to it. Don’t forget that Akutagawa makes bank in the Port Mafia.

Please, please, please plan a goth wedding.

Please remember that this is the same young man who said this when asked what he would give as a wedding present: “I'd gift them the enemy's freshly severed head decorated with bloody barren flowers.” Suffice it to say, Akutagawa should not be left in charge of either your gift registry or the flower arrangements. You will end up with a load of obscure antiques, knives, and bunches of rotting flowers “to show the briefness of our lifespans.”

Maybe compromise with dried flower garlands or even black roses if you want to go full 2007 My Chemical Romance-core. (Look me in the eye and tell me Akutagawa wouldn’t look up if you played him a G-note on the piano.)

He hates being the centre of attention in the actual wedding, so he’s more than happy to deflect it all toward you instead. The moments he seems happiest are when he gets to see Gin wearing a bridesmaid dress, when Dazai stands up to make a speech (during which Akutagawa sits up like he’s in a school assembly while the headmaster is speaking), and during the vows, when he’s focusing on you and only you.

He looks wonderful in his suit - let him have full tails and black tie and he'll be content.

Your wedding photographs look like one of those austere Victorian family portraits, save for Tachihara throwing up the bunny ears behind Gin’s head.

Akutagawa has a secret sweet tooth he won’t admit to, which is why he tries to pretend that he hasn’t had three slices of chocolate cake.

Either get Dazai drunk or put him in a corner with a plate of crab cakes to keep him occupied, because you really don’t need him making sly comments when it’s time for you and Akutagawa to climb into the car and head off for your honeymoon. His wedding gift for Akutagawa is an inhaler and a note saying, “You’ll need this! xoxo Dazai.”

#yokohamapound #bungou stray dogs #bsd #bsd headcanons #bsd imagines #bram stoker bsd #bram x reader #akutagawa ryuunosuke #akutagawa x reader

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damiansgoodgirll · 8 months

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can you pls make one where reader is a announcer or works at the commentary and solo keeps flirting with her while she’s just so flustered (yes this is based off that one interaction between samantha irvin & rhea 🤭🤭)

solo sikoa x reader

who said i’m pretending?

working for the wwe was all you ever wanted growing up.

your family brought you in the wrestling world since you were kid, your dad and your mom being huge fans meant always attending wrestling shows everytime the wwe was in your town and so you made it your goal working there.

you honestly didn’t care if it was just cleaning backstage or helping with the organisation, you wanted to feel and live that experience.

so you ended up being an assistant to some writers who mainly worked on scripts but your quality as entertainment didn’t go unnoticed and before you knew it you were backstage interviewing wrestlers.

you started with nxt but only a few months later you were brought to raw. that gave you the opportunity to meet new people and making new friends.

a certain wrestler took liking in you but you always thought he was just following the script and flirting with you was just something he had to do. like the usual glances he would give you everytime you were asking him questions melt your heart but deep down you knew he was just doing his job.

you were there for him when the bloodline fell apart because in the end, you were also great friends and that’s all you thought you were for him.

but the constant “hey beauty” “what’s wrong princess? “good morning angel” gave you butterflies you couldn’t shake off.

you were supposed to have an interview with him after the smackdown episode. you weren’t even supposed to be doing that interview, but your colleague cathy got sick and they needed someone who knew what they were doing so they called you.

that’s how you found yourself reading the script and the questions you were going to ask him with trembling hands. you were nervous because everytime there was a camera in front of you two, he would make it very obvious that he was flirting with you.

and so it was.

you asked him easy and simple questions but his eyes were stuck into yours, his smirk never leaving his face and from time to time he would teasingly lick his lips.

but that continued even with cameras off.

“you know we stopped filming ten minutes ago?” you joked.

“i know angel” he followed you to your changing room, something he always did when you were together.

“then you should stop pretending to flirt” you said before sitting on the small green couch inside of your changing room.

“who said i’m pretending?” he asked.

“uh?”

“i asked you, who said i’m pretending to flirt with you?” he asked again.

“i’m not your type solo” you joked about it.

“and how would you know that?” he got closer to you on the couch “as far as i’m concerned, i’ve never told you who or what i like…”

you were speechless.

was he confessing to you?

“solo…i don’t - i don’t know what to say…i wasn’t expecting you to be so blunt…” you laughed a little.

“i’ve been trying to tell you what i feel for you for months but apparently you’ve never caught it” he took your hand in his bigger one.

you honestly couldn’t believe what he just said.

“listen, i’ve been having feelings for you for so long and i can’t keep them hidden anymore…i like you y/n, more than you know” he whispered.

you didn’t know what to say so you grabbed his face and posed your lips over his bigger ones. he was shocked at first but he completely melted into your touch when your hands went to stroke his hair gently.

he moved you to his lap so you could be more comfortable and his hands gently moved under your t-shirt, tasting the softness of your skin.

his touch gave you goosebumps all over your body.

when you looked him in the eyes, you saw he was smirking.

“i feel like you have feelings for me too” he said.

“i’m not that good with words but i’ve had the biggest crush on you for so long….” you confessed, avoiding his look. he found it cute how shy you avoided his eyes, feeling your cheeks burning.

his thumb moved toward your chin and he smiled at you, making you watching him in the eyes.

“you’re so pretty when you’re all shy…” he teased you. his lips found yours once again and he took that as an opportunity to move his hands further under your shirt.

“we shouldn’t be doing this here…people could hear us” you whispered.

“then let me take you back at the hotel so you’re gonna be mine all night long….” he whispered against your neck, making you shiver.

you nodded and you let him lead you towards your car.

note to yourself ;

remind you to thank cathy for getting sick, otherwise this wouldn’t have happened.

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writingseaslugs · 1 year

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Diasomnia: Holiday Special

Aaaaaaaawe ya boiz! Diasomnia is one of my baes and here we go. Had way too much fun, and the cursed one had made mention of mistletoe kisses since she's very biased towards this dorm. Aight, without further ado, all of Diasomnia to wrap up this holiday special!

Disclaimer: All characters in this series are aged up. For more information about my version of this world and the type of reader you can expect, please do a quick read of THIS post.

Diasomnia: Mistletoe

Lilia was known for making chaos, it was his signature. So, the moment winter came around, the entire dorm was covered in mistletoe. While most students would simply ignore it, if caught by a certain shorter fae, they wouldn’t have much of a choice. Lilia lived for the thrill of everything, and it’s why he invited you to the dorm without any knowledge about his little mischievous tradition. Oh, how you were in for a surprise.

Malleus Draconia

Malleus was always formal with inviting you over to Diasomnia; he would always show up at your doorstep in order to escort you there. It didn't matter if it was bright and early in the morning, the middle of the afternoon, or midnight. He was always there with an arm out for you to grab onto while you two walked to the dorm.

Today was no exception, as he knocked at your door, patiently waiting for you to open up. Seeing the tall dragon fae always seemed to make your day, “Hey Mal, you ready to head out?” You said, adjusting your shoe a bit.

“Of course; Lilia was rather excited for you to come over to the dorm.” Malleus said, his arm out as you wrapped yourself around him. He was always warm despite the bitter cold, and it was nice knowing that if you came across a slippery area he’d be able to save you from falling.

“You don’t think he made any food…do you?” You asked in an almost nervous voice. Malleus chuckled as he looked down at you.

“I don’t think it’s that, child of man. Lilia has rather interesting customs for this time of year.” Malleus explained and you hummed; you two walked through the hall of mirrors and the warmth engulfed you and made you sigh. You looked over at the Diasomnia mirror, knowing you were about to go back out into the cold in their dorm.

Without thinking, you snuggled up closer to Malleus to gather a bit more warmth. Malleus took notice of how cold you looked and decided, instead of how he normally walked with you, he took his arm and wrapped it around your side. You jumped a bit, before getting more comfortable, this angle allowing yourself to get closer to his warm body. His hand was laying gently on your hip, as you walked through the mirror.

Just as you thought, the wind was harsh and cold. It was dark at the Diasomnia dorm, you bit back a shiver, “How are you faring?” Malleus asked, walking a bit faster to hopefully get you into the dorm so you could warm up by the fire.

“I’m fine, just a bit chilly, nothing too bad.” You explained; you managed to get right to the front door, which Malleus opened it wide. You tried taking one step and suddenly you realized something. Your foot was pressing against thin air, like an invisible barrier, as you looked at the entryway. Malleus seemed to notice your confusion; he placed a hand on the barrier and hummed before looking up.

“I see Lilia has gotten more clever this year in his shenanigans.” Malleus said, as you gave him a confused look. You followed his line of sight, noticing a mistletoe right above the entry way above you.

“I uh…what’s going on?” You asked Malleus, as you began to feel nervous.

“Lilia enjoys hanging up mistletoe around the dorm around winter, however he always says none of the younger members ever respect tradition. It seems he’s enchanted them this year to not let anyone pass through if caught under one with another student.” Malleus concluded. You looked back at the mistletoe and you could barely see a slight green shine to them.

“So what do we do? Can we not go inside?” You asked Malleus and he smiled down at you.

“If you fulfill the tradition, the barrier should be lifted. A simple kiss should do the trick.” Malleus said, as he placed a hand under your chin, so you’d have to look up at him, “Are those conditions alright?”

“Yep!” You managed to squeak out, despite how hot your face was suddenly feeling. Malleus seemed to find your reaction cute as he then bent down. His face was right in front of yours, his green eyes boring into your own. You closed your eyes in anticipation and then felt his warm lips on yours briefly. It was almost like a phantom had kissed you, with how fast and soft it was. Your hand went to cover your lips as you looked up at Malleus.

“Come now, the barrier is lifted. We can go inside and share a cup of…children of men like hot chocolate around this time of year, correct?” Malleus asked, taking your free hand and leading you inside.

“Um ya…hey Mal?” You started and he hummed, “There’s more mistletoe inside here, right?”

“Last year he had then hidden all over the dorm, if memory serves me correctly.” Malleus said, his hand on his chin as he thought about it.

“Perfect…we should go find them all.”

Lilia Vanrouge

You always knew when Lilia personally invited you to Daisomnia, it was never good. You had gotten a letter inviting you over to the dorm from Lilia and you knew something was going on. Still, the man could tell you to do anything, and you’d probably do it. Which led you to heading over to the dorm on a cold afternoon, bundled up in a scarf.

You walked over to the dorm, teeth clattering as you opened the giant doors. Nothing seemed to be amiss, and most residents had already left for vacation, or were asleep already. So, you decided to just head right over to Lilia’s room.

Your footsteps echoed in the empty hallways eerily as you approached the man’s door. You knocked three times, before the door just slowly opened. “That’s not weird…” You murmured to yourself, feeling like you were in some horror movie right now. You poked your head through the door, looking around to see if Lilia was even there.

You then got a message on your phone, that you quickly checked. It was from the man himself, telling you to meet him in his room. You sighed and took one step forward before being stopped by some invisible force. You paused, trying to see what it was, it felt solid like a wall.

“Lilia…you in there? What is going on?” You huffed, in annoyance. You knew something was up. Then you suddenly felt a pair of soft lips on your own and you paused. You blinked a few times before noticing Lilia was hanging upside down in front of you.

Then you looked above him and saw a glowing green mistletoe. Ah, that’s why he had invited you over, he decked the halls with mistletoe. You felt your face warming, as Lilia wiggled his eyebrows at you.

“Really? A spider-man kiss?” You chuckled. Lilia looked confused for only a moment, wondering exactly what that was supposed to mean, before realizing it was probably a reference to your own world.

“Is that a type of kiss where you are from?” Lilia asked, as you nodded. He didn’t need any other explanation as his hands found your cheeks and dragged you in for another upside down kiss, “I call it bat kisses.”

“Well as much as I love your bat kisses, can I ask why I was invited? Or was this all an excuse just so you could do this?” You asked, a smile playing on your lips. You’d never get tired of his antics.

“Ah, you caught me.” Lilia said, you really should’ve known better. He flipped back to his feet and brushed off invisible dust before holding out his hand, “Now that you’re here though, how about we hang out?”

“I think I know something I’d rather do.” You said and Lilia looked almost excited. You took his hand and pulled him to you as you gave him another kiss. Lilia’s hands trailed into your hair and held you in place.

One fang nibbled on your lower lip, seeking entrance that you happily gave up. You let out a small whimper into the kiss; Lilia was an amazing kisser and could leave anyone breathless. He completely overtook the kiss, the feeling of his tongue against yours, driving you nuts. You squeezed his hand without even thinking and he finally parted, leaving you panting for breath.

“Is this what you’d rather be doing?” Lilia asked, licking his lips and savoring the taste of you. You were sure you still tasted a bit like the hot chocolate, that you drank with Grim, before heading over.

“Ya, I think I’d like that.” You chuckled, feeling Lilia pulling you into his room and shutting the door behind you. If you wanted to make out with him for the next few hours, who was he to tell you no?

Silver

Silver had been kind enough to warn you about his father’s tricks around this time of year, as well as the special enchantment he cooked up just for the occasion. This meant that you and Silver walked fairly far apart as you went through the dorm and into his bedroom. As long as you two weren’t directly under it at the same time, it wouldn’t activate.

You were a bit upset that Silver had told you about it. Even hatched a small plan, so you wouldn’t become uncomfortable with your study date. If he had been less of a gentleman, you would’ve had an excuse to kiss him underneath every single mistletoe.

Still, you two managed to make it safely into his room without being caught under a single one. You were pretty good at hiding your disappointment, as you two sat on his bed; his desk was never big enough for all of your notes and books.

“So does Lilia do this every year?” You asked Silver, opening up one of your textbooks, finding the page you needed.

“He’s only done it here at NCR, actually.” Silver said, with a sigh, “I recall he tried once in the castle but he ended up underneath the mistletoe with a guard he personally disliked so he tossed it away after that.”

“Lilia? Disliking someone at the castle? Oh man, what’s the tea on that?” You asked while going through the bag you brought. You pulled out a bag of chips and opened it up. You always came prepared for studying with Silver, and snacks were a must have on days like these.

“Yes, that guard had…something against humans. Made it verbally known as well.” Silver said and you let out a small whistle.

“And he’s still allowed in the castle? With Lilia around?” You asked, raising an eyebrow. You knew Lilia had a bit of pull in the kingdom, so the thought of Lilia allowing a guard around, when he had a human child, was…it didn’t make much sense.

“He isn’t anymore, but at the time Lilia needed more proof and couldn’t say anything.” Silver said with a shrug.

“Good riddance.” You muttered before noticing something, “Ah, I forgot to grab us drinks!” You said, almost pouting. Silver gave you a soft smile, shaking his head.

“I’ll go grab us something from the kitchen.” he said, getting up and off the bed. You watched Silver pause for a moment, kicking something in the air, but his foot wouldn’t go any further than the edge of the bed. You watched Silver lean his head back and look at the canopy; your eyes also followed and there it was. A hidden piece of mistletoe with a green shine emanating from it.

“Father…” Silver seemed almost annoyed, before looking at you, “I apologi-” Before he could finish, you were crashing your lips against his. Silver’s eyes widened for a moment before closing, cupping your cheek in his hand.

His lips melding against your own perfectly, you felt Silver dipping you back onto the bed in a breathless kiss. You hand trailing through his locks as your back hit the mattress. You were panting by the time Silver’s lips left yours, he looked down at you with a serious expression. You just had a dopey smile on your face as you looked up at him.

“You’re an amazing gentleman, Silver, but honestly I was kinda hoping we’d get caught under the mistletoe.” You said, Silver letting out a small huff.

“Should’ve said something sooner.” he said, before leaning back down to trap you in another breathless mess of kisses.

Sebek Zigvolt

You had been invited by Lilia himself to come over to Diasomnia, and with an invitation like that you simply couldn’t decline. The only issue was walking out the door and coming face-to-face with Sebek’s chest. You looked up at the man and he had the most serious expression plastered onto his face.

“Good evening, human!” Sebek said, his voice booming, disturbing the silence the snow around you had created. Still, you couldn’t deny that he looked adorable right now, bundled up with a scarf and his cheeks a faint pink from the cold air hitting him.

“Evening croc, what’s going on?” You asked, shoving your hands into your coat pocket, leaning on your heels.

“It has come to my attention that Master Lilia has extended an invitation to Diasomnia this afternoon.” Sebek said and you hummed, “I have come to warn you that it is a trap!”

“Oh? Is Lilia out for revenge, after I told him that you can’t substitute sugar with salt?” You joked and Sebek’s eyes narrowed.

“No such thing has occurred!” He said, you were about to ask for him to elaborate, when he decided to continue, “Master Lilia has made a wonderful tradition for the dorm by hanging mistletoe up and creating barriers. So when students stand under them together, they have to kiss in order to continue on their way. It’s a wonderful idea to foster warmer feelings towards one another! However, I am certain Lilia has yet to tell you this!” Sebek explained, you will admit, he didn’t.

“So how is this a trap?” You asked, Sebek looked down at you.

“I fear members of Diasomnia will attempt to get you and Master Malleus under the mistletoe in order to collect blackmail on our lord! I simply cannot allow this to happen, so I shall be escorting you through the dorm and helping you avoid both Master Malleus, and the mistletoe.” Ah, so it was all his delusions, got it.

“Then by all means, lead the way.” You said, motioning for him to begin. Sebek nodded, spinning on his heels and marching straight to the hall of mirrors and then to his dorm. As soon as you guys opened the door, you noticed a barrier. Sebek seemed to tense up, as he tried pushing past the barrier when you looked up.

“You know, you’re not super good at avoiding the mistletoe.” You pointed above your heads at the shimmering mistletoe above you.

“But of course, I was aware of this one.” Sebek said before leaning, giving you a quick peck on the lips, “Now we can pass, but we must be careful.” Sebek said, not noticing your flustered expression. You didn’t expect him to be so casual about it, but then again the idiot of a man probably had fallen under the mistletoe with other students, with his horrible luck.

You quickly moved your feet to follow behind him, and not even five minutes later there was another barrier. You looked up to see another mistletoe; this time you didn’t even need to say anything. Sebek already made notice, giving you another quick peck, before continuing on.

You swore he was going to be the end of you, as you scurried behind him. You didn't even know where you two were heading at this point, but you did notice Sebek finding another barrier. This time, when he turned to give you a quick peck, you were grabbing his cheeks.

You dragged him into the kiss this time, keeping him in place as your lips locked with him, biting down on his lower lip and making him gasp. You took the opportunity to slip your tongue inside his mouth, easily winning dominance in the kiss as you tried taking his breath away. You felt his hands falling on your hips as he tried keeping you there.

Your hand slowly wrapped around his shoulders; you felt the vibrations of him, as he let out a deep groan into the kiss. You finally parted, your lips swollen and red. Sebek’s cheeks were back to being pink, but this time you knew it wasn’t from the cold.

“You know Sebek, I think I kinda enjoy this tradition…shall we carry on?” You teased, your lips brushing against his own as you spoke.

“I…this is highly inappropriate.” Sebek finally managed to say, his eyes widening as he finally realized he just made out with you in the middle of Diasomnia’s hallway.

“Compared to what I’m thinking, this is completely PG.”

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Wait For Me in the Sky: Twelve

Mars lingers, looking at Harry before, at the exact same time, they come back to earth and realize they’re being watched. Mars clears her throat. “Is there anything else I can get you, Mr. Styles?”

Harry’s cheeks quirk at the formality, and he hopes Mars doesn’t notice the deep gulp. He can’t help it, hearing her call him “Mr. Styles” does something to him.

“Actually,” he says, lowering his voice, “there is one thing.”

Mars blinks, not quite catching on. “Mm?”

“Although,” Harry says quietly, “Now that I think of it, I’m not certain this airline offers the type of services I’m looking for.”

Mars lets out a loud breath when she realizes what he’s getting at, and Harry beams at her reaction. She glances around her to make sure no one else has caught on, before turning back to Harry. “Well,” she says slowly. “I’m sure something can be arranged. All you have to do is ask."

Harry grins, eyes darting down Mars’ body very briefly. He reaches up to absentmindedly play at his bottom lip. “I’m not even sure I have to ask, given the way you’re looking at me.”

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MARS

It’s 3:55am, and Mars barely slept a wink.

Not that she was expecting to get much sleep anyway. After hanging up with Harry, her mind had run wild with a thousand different things she’d wished she’d said, or at least said differently, and she’d had to physically stop herself from picking up the phone to send him a text of useless clarification that she knew he didn’t need but god, it would just make her feel better if she could only--

“How was dinner with Franco last night?” The voice of her fellow crew member- Abby- pulls her from her thoughts. “You never told us.”

Mars gets a sinking feeling in the pit of her stomach when she thinks about that very dinner with Franco. And up until now, she’d done a good job not thinking about it- although her anxiety hadn’t let her forget that something bad had happened. When she’d woken up for good this morning (after tossing and turning the entire night), she’d given it one thought and told herself to knock it off. She’d forced herself to shove it deep into her heart to unpack for another day, along with the strange and unwarranted guilt that had overcome her when she thought about calling Harry. She shouldn’t have called him. She should never have even thought of him. Why is she still thinking of him now? Why can’t she forget him?

“It was fine,” is all she can say. “Food was mediocre.”

The three flight attendants walk slowly through the near-empty airport-- their heels clacking against the slick floor as they make their way to their gate. For the most part, people in the airport seem to be either asleep or half-awake, and no one so much as looks up as the girls pass.

“You know she’s not asking about the food,” Jenna, the third flight attendant on the crew, speaks up. She giggles. “I half expected you to be late to the crew van today, girl. Did you stay with him?” She wiggles her eyebrows, insinuating something that makes Mars nauseous.

The girls don’t know any better, so Mars puts on her best smile. “I didn’t,” she says back, with as lighthearted a laugh as she can manage. “Too early of a start today. Plus he’s not really my type. We were just catching up as old friends.”

“Not your type?” Abby snorts. “Are you blind?”

“You cannot tell me that you don’t have any type of attraction to that man,” Jenna chimes in. “Have you seen him?”

This time, Mars’ giggle is genuine. “I have,” she says. “And there was, I guess you could say ‘a thing’ back in the day. But his personality ruins it for me.”

Abby frowns. “Don’t tell me he’s a shit human. Don’t ruin this illusion for me.”

“I mean,” Jenna says, “Can you blame her though? Girl’s had Harry Styles in her bed. I’m sure it’s hard not to compare.”

Mars swallows the lump that arises in her throat at the mere mention of Harry. She knows this is all well-intended, harmless cheek-- but it does make her sad. “That was a long time ago,” is all she can come up with.

The girls approach their gate and walk up to the counter. “Don’t tell me he’s a shit person too,” Abby says, and Jenna responds with something snarky that Mars can’t hear. Mars, instead, busies herself with speaking to the gate agent.

“Good morning!” she says, flashing her badge. “Mars Tyler. Are the pilots here yet?”

The gate agent, who’s name tag reads “Walter” offers her an almost apologetic smile. “No pilots yet,” he says. “And no plane either. Got delayed in Milwaukee this morning for some weather.”

“Love that,” Mars says sarcastically, causing Walter to chuckle.

“The good news is, they’re on their way. They’ve been able to make up for a bit of time in the air and they’re expected to land in about thirty minutes. So in the meantime, if you ladies want to hang out around here. Grab a coffee maybe. Just relax.”

The girls speak with Walter for the next couple of minutes, solidifying paperwork and guesstimating a potential boarding time, before Walter excuses himself to deal with something at another gate. Stashing their bags behind the ticket counter, the girls linger in the area, chatting quietly about their layover plans.

The layover in Dallas is long tonight, and Mars has had it before, so she knows exactly how she’s going to be spending her day. She figures she can nap for a few hours, then head out to her favorite little cafe near the hotel for lunch. Briefly, she debates inviting the girls-- because although she wants to be alone with her thoughts right now, she knows the company would be a welcome distraction.

“I’ve never been to Dallas!” Jenna says. “I didn’t know it was fun. My roommate had a layover there the other day and she told me about this one bar. Apparently it’s right down the street from the hotel. It has like, four dollar margaritas and stuff. So, if you guys are down…”

“Oh always,” Abby says. “Literally never not down for a margarita. I also--”

“Excuse me,” comes a voice behind them.

The girls turn around to see a little old woman, holding a crumpled boarding pass in her shaky hand. She looks right at Mars. “What time is boarding?”

“Oh, sorry, we’re not the gate agents,” Mars replies. “We’re the flight attendants. The gate agent will be back soon to answer any questions!”

“Oh,” the woman says, somewhat annoyed. “You can’t tell me what time boarding is going to be?”

Mars tries her best to keep her annoyance at bay. “We’re still waiting on our plane to get here, so once that arrives and the other passengers deplane and the plane gets cleaned, then the gate agent will have a bit more of an update for you.”

“What time will that be?” the woman asks.

Mars swallows down a snarky response and gives her best flight attendant smile. “I don’t know. The gate agent will be able to give you more information when he comes back.”

The old woman squints. “You’re not the gate agent?”

Mars takes a breath, then just blinks for a moment, trying to compose herself. “No, ma’am I’m one of the flight attendants.”

The woman points her shaky hand at Jenna and Abby. “Are they the gate agents?”

“No, ma’am.” Mars clears her throat and raises her voice ever so slightly so the woman can hear her better. “Again, we’re the flight attendants. The gate agent will be back soon to answer any questions you have, okay?”

“Will the gate agent be able to tell me when boarding will be?”

Mars hesitates, trying to stifle a laugh of disbelief. “I--” she begins, then lets out all of her remaining air. “Yes. The gate agent will be able to answer your questions once he gets back.”

“Oh okay.” The old woman nods. “Thank you.”

“My pleasure,” Mars says, with as sweet of a smile as she can manage. As soon as the woman is out of earshot she sighs and turns back to Jenna and Abby. “God.”

“I could never be a gate agent,” Jenna says. “I’d lose my job so quickly.”

“I would just go home crying every day,” Abby agrees. “I wouldn’t be able to handle it.”

Mars snorts. “We deal with some interesting people up in the air, too,” she says, “but yeah. I think they have it way harder down here.”

The girls fall back easily into their conversation about tonight’s events in Dallas, and Jenna continues to discuss the bar with the four dollar margaritas that is slowly moving to the top of Mars’ to-do list. She still has a sense of guilt and embarrassment regarding the way her night went, but she figures a cheap margarita and a few laughs with Jenna and Abby will be just the cure that she needs.

As she’s laughing at something Abby said and trying her best not to think about how tired she is, someone approaches from behind once more.

“Excuse me,” comes their voice.

This time, Mars can’t help but to hide her annoyance. “We’re not the gate agents,” she says quickly, turning around. “The gate agent will be back soon t--”

And when she sees who’s behind her, she falls completely silent.

There, looking sleepy and nervous and still just as delicious as ever, stands Harry Styles. A duffle bag slung haphazardly on his side, a cap hanging loosely on his head, and a lopsided grin on his face.

“I just wanted to know if I could upgrade my seat to Mars’ Tyler’s section,” he says.

Mars stands frozen, unsure if she should fall into his arms or take a step back. He scans her face anxiously, waiting for some type of reaction, and for a brief moment she forgets that anyone else is around her.

“Harry,” she says quietly, ‘What are you--”

“I love you.” It comes out of his mouth so calmly, so effortlessly, that Mars isn’t even sure she’s heard him correctly.

She blinks a few times, completely taken aback by his words. There’s an intense sincerity in his eyes, and as she scans his face, he never once looks away from her. “What--”

His voice is quiet, but charged, “I miss you. And I love you. And I know that this--” he gestures vaguely, “this setting isn’t really ideal for… for either of us but… Mars, I miss you and I need you more than anything or anyone in the world.”

Mars continues to scan his face, tears pricking her confused eyes as she struggles to hold back from leaping into his arms. “I don’t understand.” She shakes her head, fighting the smile tugging at her cheeks. “Why are you--”

She glances nervously around them then, suddenly aware of the eyes that have begun wandering and lingering on her and Harry. A few cell phones are pointed in their direction.For once, Jenna and Abby are speechless. She takes a cautious half-step back then laughs nervously. “Harry--”

“Can we go somewhere?” he asks. “Please?”

She glances slowly behind her at Jenna and Abby, who have both heard his question and immediately nod while shooing her away. “Uh--” she starts.

“I know you probably don’t have much time,” Harry cuts in, and Mars can tell that his panic is rising the longer it takes for her to get out a full sentence. “And we don’t have to do this now. I just--”

Somewhere in the crowd, a flash goes off, indicating someone’s attempt to take a stealthy photo, and Mars cringes. Her entire face grows hot. “Yes,” she says. “Please. Let’s go”

Harry steps to the side, gesturing for Mars to lead the way, and she begins walking. Her ears are ringing, and even though there aren’t many people here, it feels as though almost every single pair of eyes in the entire state is on her. She doesn’t look back at Harry, but she can hear his steps behind her-- not too close, but not so far back that it feels like he’s not with her.

She needs to say something. She wants to say something. But she can’t risk people hearing.

They continue walking, Mars scanning the airport for an empty gate that's far enough away, and Harry’s voice comes from behind her.

“I wanted to come with you,” Harry explains, quickly. “I’ve booked the flight.” He swallows thickly, shaking his head. “I can’t live without you any longer, Mars. I can’t do it.”

Mars walks quicker, not because she wants to get away from Harry, but because she needs to jump into his arms immediately and kiss his sweet face, and if she does it now she’s worried it will end up on the cover of every magazine in the globe.

“I know you hate this,” Harry says, keeping . “I’m sorry. I know public declarations and displays of affection aren’t really your thing. They aren’t exactly second nature to me, either. And I know this is a less than ideal way for me to tell you this but I-- I couldn’t wait. I’m sorry.”

“Harry--” Mars reaches up to wipe at a rogue tear that rolls down her cheek, and Harry officially closes the gap between them, jogging until he’s right beside her. He doesn’t touch her, but it’s obvious he wants to, and his nerves flicker across his face.

“I didn’t mean to—“ he starts.

“It’s okay,” Mars says, without turning to him. “You didn’t.”

“If you don’t want to—“

“Harry, it’s okay.” She turns into the empty gate beside them, almost throwing Harry off.

“But Mars, I—“

Mars, finally unable to stop herself, cuts him off, whirling around to grab his face in her hands. She pulls him in, fastening their lips together in what feels like the most passionate kiss she’s ever experienced in her life.

Harry’s hands immediately hold her, one hand pulling her in by the small of her back and the other gripping the bottom of her head under her neatly secured bun. By his breathing, Mars can tell he’s relieved, and a tear of his own drips down his cheek and onto hers.

She licks into his mouth, holding his face as if she could lose him if she let go. Harry matches her energy, holding on to her as tightly as possible and kissing her so passionately that half of the time it’s just the corner of her mouth or her chin.

Mars pulls away after a few moments and breathlessly smiles up at her teary-eyed man. “I love you, too, Harry.”

The relief that washes over Harry’s face is so beautiful it makes Mars want to cry harder. “You do?” He asks, voice shaky.

Mars nods. “I do.”

“You do?”

Mars laughs again. “I do, Harry. So, so much.”

Harry hesitates for only a beat before tugging Mars into his arms. She sniffles and laughs, and Harry lets out the breath that’s been cramped in his chest for hours now. “Oh, I love you, Mars. I love you, I love you.”

Mars giggles, enjoying how it feels to be held like this again before speaking. “But, I--” She trails off, breath hitching.

“What?” Harry asks, pulling away. “You what?”

“I just… Harry, it’s…” Mars sighs, voice lowering. “Is it always going to be like this?”

“Like what?”

“You don’t deserve to be with someone who doesn’t get it. Who isn’t used to this. You need to be with someone who--”

“Just be with me,” Harry says, almost pleading. He takes her shoulders in his hands and looks deeply into her eyes. “Just Mars and Harry. Like we were in Cancun That night in your hotel room. At my house in London. Don’t pay anyone else any mind. Just be with me.”

Mars swallows around an enormous lump in her throat, her bottom lip quivering. “Are you sure?” Her voice is barely above a whisper, as if she’s daring to even be hopeful.

“I’ve never been more sure of anything in my life, Mars.” He gives her a moment to absorb his words, and he doesn’t break eye contact with her. He wants her to understand, to really feel what he’s saying. She laughs in jubilant disbelief, reaching up to wipe a stray tear from her eye, and Harry truly has never been more sure of anything than what he’s about to say. He clears his throat.

“Listen to me. Life is far too short to let things pass you by. Moments, people, opportunities. But I’m someone who has a bad habit of letting his own pride get in the way.” He chuckles. “In fact, someone once told me I’m an arrogant son of a bitch who can’t admit when he’s sorry and… well, that holds true, I think.”

“No!” Mars tries. “No, you’re--”

“But I’m tired of being that way,” Harry continues. “And I’m tired of letting moments pass me by Mars. Because I am sorry. For everything. For all of it. And I should have told you every single day since the moment I knew it…” He takes a deep breath, and squeezes her hands for emphasis. “I love you.”

Mars lets out another teary laugh of disbelief and reaches up to wipe at her eyes as Harry continues. “I love you, Mars Tyler. With all that I am and all that I have, I love you.”

Mars shakes her head, laughing again and speaking just above a whisper. “I love you, too, Harry.”

Harry beams at her. “Yeah?”

“Yeah.” She giggles, swinging their hands a bit, before slamming her lips back into his. It’s clumsy and they’re both crying and laughing into one another’s mouths, but it’s perfect. With a chuckle, he puts his hand on her lower back and guides her closer into him once again. “I love you,” he repeats against her mouth. “I love you.”

They stay like this for a few moments longer before Mars pulls away. With a giggle, she glances nervously around them. When she’s relieved at the sight of how empty the gate has remained, she clears her throat. “God, Harry,” she says, “You sure know how to make an entrance, don’t you?”

“I suppose I do,” Harry says, laughing. “I just… I had more than enough chances with you. And I blew them all. I’m so fucking stupid but I…” He shakes his head. “I figured a grand gesture would be the best way to go about this.”

“You could have come to me in the parking lot of a gas station,” Mars laughs. “You could have done literally anything and I would have folded.”

He smiles lightly, feeling like the weight of the entire world has been lifted from his shoulders. They stare giddily at one another, neither of them wanting to move from this movement. After another beat, Harry brushes the hair off of Mars’ face and speaks. “I don’t want to keep you from your job or anything,” he says, “So I’ll let you go board the plane… just know I’m not letting you go ever again. And when we get to… where are we going again?”

Mars snorts. “Dallas.”

“Dallas. When we get to Dallas I am going to spend every single second loving you the way you’ve deserved from the beginning.”

“And when we’re on this flight? In the air?”

“I’m going to spend every single second asleep,” Harry teases, pleased with himself when he gets a cackle from Mars that echoes softly through the quiet airport. “No, I’m going to spend it talking to you. If I can, that is.”

Mars smiles. “I’d really enjoy that.”

“It's a date,” Harry nods.

He envelopes her in his arms once again, her head resting perfectly against his neck. He presses a quick kiss on the top of her head, wishing to stay in this exact moment forever.

She finally speaks, breaking him from his thoughts. It’s a bit muffled against his coat, but he hears her just fine. “You know there’s no first class on this plane.”

Harry snorts, pulling out of the hug and shaking his head. “That doesn’t matter, Mars.”

“I’m just saying!” She raises her hands defensively, a smile tugging at the corners of her lips. “I hope you know that with me, you’re signing up for a lifetime of flying standby and probably ending up with shitty middle seats.”

She’s joking, of course. She knows he could buy an entire private aircraft for them if he wanted. But still, he laughs. “They could tie me to the wing of every plane you ever work on. Just as long as I get to be with you.”

She rolls her eyes and says nothing, but there’s a glowing, undeniable grin on her face as she shakes her head.

They say a rushed, half-hearted goodbye during which Mars giggles through several tears (and complains about Harry ruining the makeup she’d lazily put on in order to look decent at this hour) and Harry watches her walk away with every step. Although her back is turned to him, he knows she’s smiling just as hard as he is, and it’s a good feeling.

Even though he can feel eyes on him from the few people in this airport who are actually awake right now, he genuinely doesn’t care as much as he knows he probably should.

Mars is back. His sweet Mars.

---

During the entire boarding process, he scans the plane for Mars. He gets a brief glance of her in the back of the aircraft, helping an older woman with her bag, and he smiles to himself before taking his seat.

The gate agent had been kind enough to give Harry an entire row to himself-- despite Harry’s protests and insistence that it wasn’t necessary. After shoving his duffel under one of the seats in front of him, he pulls out his phone and shoots Mars a quick text. “I’m in 16D. An entire row to myself.”

He settles himself in the seat, tucking the things he might need (like his airpods, a good book, and his phone charger) into the seat back pocket in front of him, and tries every now and then to get a good look at Mars in her element. Unfortunately, the passengers boarding make it a bit hard for him.

Finally, however, he’s able to get a nice long look at her once the main boarding door is closed and Mars finds herself standing right in front of him, performing the safety demonstration.

She tries not to giggle the entire time, pretending not to notice the way he’s smirking at her and snapping photos of her in her demo life-vest. As she makes her way back to her galley after the demo, she leans into his row and says, quietly, “Sir, don’t bother the flight attendants.”

It’s another 40 minutes or so before Harry gets to see her again; this time they’re in the air and she’s pushing a beverage cart down the aisle. He watches her as she interacts with her passengers, effortlessly pouring drinks and making small talk.

She’s just so good at her job. The way she speaks makes it sound as though whoever is on the receiving end is the only passenger on the entire plane, but there is a casual and friendly tone to her voice that could put even the most anxious of flyers at ease. She almost always sounds just on the verge of a giggle, but not in a patronizing way-- more so in a comforting, friendly way.

And he fucking loves it.

Finally, it’s his turn. She remains her sweet, professional self, but for Harry it seems she turns it up several notches. She flashes him a flirty smile, batting her lashes at him as she leans into his row. “Can I get you something to drink, Mr. Styles?”

He smirks. “I’ll take a vodka soda, darling. If you don’t mind.”

Mars hums, setting to work immediately. “Interesting,” she says. “I thought you didn’t drink on flights.”

“I do when I’m celebrating.”

Mars’ shoots him a look as she scoops ice into the little plastic cup. “And what are you celebrating, if I may ask?”

“Love.” Harry doesn’t miss a beat in his response, and the two share a knowing grin before she turns back to the cup.

“I see.”

She hands Harry the cup of ice, placing the napkin on his tray table with expert precision before reaching into a drawer of her cart for a soda water. “I’m not supposed to do this,” she says, reaching back into the cart, “but I suppose if you’re celebrating you deserve two.” She hands him two vodka minis, and he smirks.

“Well,” he says. “Thank you. What a sweet girl you are.”

The way her eyes briefly light up does not go unnoticed.

Harry opens the can of soda and begins pouring, and she drops her professional act. “I hope the seat isn’t too uncomfy.”

He laughs. “Not at all.” He watches his soda bubble up and waits for it to settle. “It’s actually quite nice. I didn’t know your airline had such comfortable seats back here.”

She laughs. “Well. It isn’t quite first class, but it gets the job done, doesn’t it ? I’m just glad no one’s bothered you.”

Harry opens one of the minis and begins pouring it into the cup of soda. “You’re a peach.”

She sighs dreamily, and it makes Harry giddy. It feels good to make her feel good again.

There’s a moment of silence as Harry finishes pouring the first mini, but it isn’t awkward. Harry wishes she would stay by him forever.

“By the way,” he says, cutting the silence and stirring the vodka soda delicately, “Vincent sends his regards.”

Mars snorts out a laugh of disbelief. “What?”

Even Harry can’t help but to chuckle. “M-hm. Turns out he was working the flight here. Small world, eh?”

“What did he say?” Mars leans in closer, and Harry swears he can feel her embarrassment. “Oh my god, if he—“

“Nothing bad,” Harry answers nonchalantly, raising the cup to his lips. “He only mildly threatened me.”

As Harry takes a sip, Mars shakes her head. “Oh my god.”

Harry wants to tease Mars for longer, but he can’t keep up with the act. He laughs, setting the cup back down and making a brief mental note of the way Mars’ eyes fixate on his fingers for a good three seconds. “Joking,” he says. “Although we did talk about you.”

“And?” Mars raises her eyebrows slightly, as if daring to be hopeful that nothing bad was said.

“Nothing really,” Harry says, and despite his relaxed tone when he speaks, he does mean it. “Honestly, Mars. He just asked me where I was headed. He told me how he knew you, and then we discussed what a great person you are.”

Mars scowls. “I don’t believe you.”

Ignoring her words, Harry continues. “He told me that losing you would be the greatest mistake of my life. And I said “‘I know.’” He chuckles. “He also told me how stubborn you are. To which I also said ‘I know.’”

Mars looks away from Harry, seemingly too embarrassed to hold eye contact. “Oh my god,” she repeats.

“In any case,” Harry continues, picking the drink up once more, “he’s a great guy. And it worked out didn’t it? I made it here.”

Mars finally looks at Harry again, a smile threatening her lips. Harry smirks. “What?” He asks.

“I just can’t believe it,” Mars replies. “I mean, it’s insane.”

“Not really.” Harry shrugs. “A man is supposed to do anything for the woman he loves.”

Mars bites her bottom lip, as if doing so will suppress the enormous smile on her face. “You really love me, huh?”

Harry nods sincerely. “More than I can say.”

Harry’s cheeks quirk at the formality, and he hopes Mars doesn’t notice the deep gulp. He can’t help it, hearing her call him “Mr. Styles” does something to him.

“Actually,” he says, lowering his voice, “there is one thing.”

Mars blinks, not quite catching on. “Mm?”

“Although,” Harry says quietly, “Now that I think of it, I’m not certain this airline offers the type of services I’m looking for.”

Harry grins, eyes darting down Mars’ body very briefly. He reaches up to absentmindedly play at his bottom lip. “I’m not even sure I have to ask, given the way you’re looking at me.”

“I’m a very intuitive flight attendant, Mr. Styles.”

“So it would seem.”

After a beat of charged silence, Harry darts his eyes pointedly to the forward lavatory then back at Mars, wordlessly asking her the question he so desperately hopes she’ll say yes to.

She nods her head so softly, Harry would have missed it if he’d blinked. “I’ll be in the back galley, Mr. Styles. Come find me once I’ve finished service and we’ll see if I have what you’re looking for.”

The way she says it is very clear and pointed, and she ends with a nod of finality before unlatching the break on her cart and continuing down the aisle.

Holy shit.

Harry squirms in his seat, doing a terrible job of hiding the smirk on his face. He turns in his seat, eyes lingering briefly on Mars’ backside as she serves the row behind him, before scanning out just how far away that back lavatory is. He’s going to have to be discreet making his way back there, even though it’s really not even half a plane’s length. He prays that most people are asleep or otherwise engrossed in the films on their seatback TVs, because he really isn’t quite in the mood (or mental state, to be frank) to take photos and hold small conversations.

Not when Mars looks like that.

He turns back in his seat and absentmindedly tugs at his now tightening trousers. Taking another breath to steady himself he pretends to surf through the channels of his TV. He can’t just up and wait for her in the back, and besides, she still has the whole back half of the plane to get through.

He squirms uncomfortably as his pants grow tighter and tighter around his groin, and he has to force himself to wait a full 15 minutes before, finally, the soft rumble of a beverage cart being pushed back into its place up front alerts him that service has been completed.

He glances around him, and for the most part no one pays him any mind. He looks up at the non-illuminated seatbelt sign and decides now is as good a time as ever.

Unbuckling his seatbelt, he rises to his feet.

He stumbles just a bit when the plane jolts ever so slightly, and he reaches up to hold on to the overhead bins the same way he’d watched Mars do. Of course, she’d made it seem so much more effortless. But still.

It feels like the longest walk of his life, especially when he and Mars lock eyes. She can’t hide the grin on her face as she watches Harry make his way to her. He smiles when he approaches, closing the gap between them as quickly as possible without looking obvious.

“Well,” he says, “hello again.”

Mars giggles. “Hello.”

Harry subtly reaches forward to touch her arm, brushing his fingertips lightly against her wrist. “Feels familiar, doesn’t it?”

“I think we’ve done this before,” Mars says, nodding her head with a glimmer in her eye. “Although I’m not sure I have an apple to offer you this time, Mr. Styles.”

Harry snorts, stepping closer to her and further out of the eyes of passengers. “How will I manage?”

“Right. That nervous tummy of yours doesn’t like turbulence, so you don’t like to drink on flights. Except for today. When you’re celebrating love.”

Mars’ back presses against the galley counter and Harry smirks, closing in on her. “You remember everything, don’t you?”

Mars shrugs, giggling as Harry places his palms against the galley on either side of her. “I’m good at my job.”

“Mm.” Harry leans in, nuzzling against her neck. He takes in a deep breath, reveling in her scent. He loves that fucking scent. She shivers, subtly squirming when his stubble tickles her neck. He kisses just below her ear, and he can feel her gulp.

“We have to be careful,” she says-- so quietly Harry almost misses it.

“I know,” he mumbles, fingers grazing her hips. “You’ll tell me if anyone’s coming?”

“Harry,” she says quietly as his fingers dip lower, “wait.”

He glances over his shoulder immediately, expecting to see someone taking a photo of him or something. He sees nothing, but he soon feels Mars reach around him. She takes the curtain of the galley and slides it closed, a little too eagerly.

“Now we’re alone,” she says with a grin.

Harry hums, resuming where he left off with his fingers teasing at her hips and lowering themselves to the hem of her dress. “But you can still see, yeah?”

Mars cranes her neck a bit, then nods. “Yeah, I can see. I’ve got you.”

“Good.” His fingertips trail gently up her thigh, reveling in the way her skin feels warm beneath the fabric of her nylons. “God, I want you.”

Mars hums lightly, head falling back and hitting the bins of the galley lightly. “I can’t tell you how hard it’s been--” she sucks in a breath when his fingertips graze her center-- “without you.”

Harry doesn’t answer her verbally. He sucks into her neck, applying pressure with his fingers and beginning to rub little circles against her core. Whether she realizes it or not, she begins to rock her hips against him, and Harry tightens his grip on the galley behind her.

It’s difficult, doing what he’s doing through the layers of fabric she’s wearing, but neither of them seem to mind. Mars gasps quietly, then swallows wetly, humming quietly to herself and enjoying the way he’s touching her.

“You know,” she muses quietly, her voice a bit breathless. “I’ve always kind of had a fantasy about this.”

“Yeah?” Harry breathes, picking up the pace with his fingers.

“M-hm. Always-- fuck, Harry-- wanted to do this. In the galley—“ she trails off in a half-moan half-sigh before continuing, “the… the threat of being caught…”

“You like that do you?” Harry whispers quietly in her ear. He curls his fingers against her clit and she jolts, humming impatiently and continuing to rub herself against him.

“God,” she whines quietly. “Feels so good.”

“You make the prettiest noises when I touch you,” Harry comments. “Have I ever told you that?”

Mars swallows, eyes fluttering lazily open. “No one has ever touched me like you do,” she replies.

Harry smiles, leaning in and fastening their lips together once more. “I’m very sorry to hear that,” he says between kisses, “although I’m pleased to be the only one.”

“It may just be because you love me.”

Harry speaks against her lips. “I do love you.’

Through a giggle, Mars kisses him once more. “And I love you.”

Harry pulls away just enough to tilt his head in order to press a wet kiss to her pulse point. “One more time?” he teases, pulling a loud giggle from her lips. “Didn’t hear you.”

“Harry--”

“Plane’s too loud,” he mumbles against her neck, before pressing another kiss just below her ear. “Think you’re going to have to speak up for me.”

“Harry you’re so--” Mars trails off into a sigh that sounds strangely annoyed in contrast to the sweet giggles pouring from her lips seconds before. “Hold on.” She gently pushes Harry off of her, and he furrows his brows.

“What’s--”

“Passenger.” She’s peeking through the slit on the edge of the galley curtain, and it’s the only explanation she gives him, but he immediately understands. He steps away from her, turning his back to whoever is about to enter the galley in hopes he’ll go as undetected as possible.

Seconds later, someone slowly opens the curtain and enters the galley, and even though Harry’s back is turned he can feel what’s going on. The person stands there, unmoving, until Mars speaks up. “Can I get you anything?”

Her professional Flight Attendant voice makes him laugh quietly to himself; such a stark contrast to how she’d sounded seconds before.

“Uhh…” the person says, and it’s obvious that they’ve just woken up from a deep sleep. “Bathroom?”

“Bathroom’s gonna be right here!” He can’t see Mars, but he knows she’s gesturing with an open palm at the fold-out door leading to the bathroom. He almost wishes he was watching, because this specific type of interaction is one that he’s heard Mars complain about hundreds of times. “I just don’t understand,” she’d say, “What is so hard about pulling a door that literally says “PULL” in two different languages?”

Sure enough, seconds later her voice comes again. “Just pull… nope just… no, see the little slot there? Yeah just pull… no that door… yeah pull that…. No, see where it says pull?... there you go.”

Harry can’t even contain the snort that comes out of his mouth, and when he hears the bathroom door close after finally being opened, he turns around to face Mars.

She seems annoyed, but she’s still got her customer service face on. “See?” she giggles. “Every time.”

“Don’t know how you do it,” he says, his hand finding its way right back onto her hip. He pulls her closer into him. “Would’ve lost my job by now.”

Mars giggles louder, willingly leaning into Harry and allowing him to kiss her cheek. “You’d be a fantastic flight attendant, Harry.”

“You think so? Should I apply?”

She snorts. “Yeah, actually. I think we’re hiring.”

“Mm.” Harry pinches Mars’ side lightly. “Only if I can work all of my trips with you.”

“Then no work will ever get done.”

“Sure it would.” Harry lowers his head to kiss her neck.

Mars rolls her eyes, but she’s unable to hide the smirk on her face. “Harry…”

They stay like this for a few extra minutes until the loud sound of the lavatory toilet flushing startles them both. Harry steps away from Mars, giving her bum a playful and light pinch before turning away from her, and the passenger emerges from the bathroom seconds later.

“I figured out why you look so familiar,” comes the passengers' voice. Both Harry and Mars’ hearts sink immediately.

“Do I?” Mars asks, trying to keep her tone professional and light hearted as possible.

Even Harry turns around slowly to listen. The passenger nods his head in Harry’s direction, gesturing at him. “Yeah,” he says, “You’re the girl that’s dating him.”

Harry and Mars share a look of panic, although both do an excellent job to try and hide it. Mars laughs. “Well--”

“My sister hates your guts,” the passenger says with a laugh. “But you’re pretty cool.”

Mars laughs again, awkwardly. “Well…. I mean… I… sorry to your sister.”

Harry steps closer, a bit protectively, and he opens his mouth to say something, but the passenger speaks again.

“I’ll have to tell her that I ran into you guys! Can I get a picture?”

“If you don’t mind,” Harry cuts in, “I’d prefer you didn’t.”

The man frowns. “Oh. Seriously?”

“Yeah,” Harry replies. “Trying to keep a low profile and all that.”

“Oh.” The passenger takes a moment, and Harry feels horribly awkward. Mars is visibly tense, and Harry hates it. This is exactly the thing he wants to avoid, for Mars’ sake, and now here it is-- happening at her job. For fucks sake, maybe he shouldn’t have come here…

“Well that’s okay!” The man seems surprisingly chipper, and Harry glances at Mars, who seems to soften. “Totally understand. I didn’t mean to bother you guys or anything. I just wanted to say like, seeing you guys together is actually really sweet. You guys have an undeniable chemistry. I’ve never really been a fan--” he turns to Harry quickly, “--no offense dude. But like… you two together… I dunno. My sister’s devastated but, even in all the pictures she showed me, you can see that you guys are happy. You know what I mean? You seem like cool people.”

Harry smiles as politely as he can manage, wishing he could read Mars’ mind right now. “Thanks man.”

“Anyway,” the man turns back to Mars. “Can I get some pretzels?”

Mars can’t help but laugh at his sudden request-- so different from the conversation they’d just been having seconds before. “Yeah,” she says. “And just for how cool you’re being, I’ll give you two bags.”

The conversation between the three somewhat fizzles as Mars retrieves the passenger’s snacks for him, and Harry is in complete awe of her. He has to say, he’s relieved that she’s taken the passenger’s words so well, and he’s even more relieved that the guy seems cool about it all. Harry apologizes again for not taking a picture, but the man seems cool about that as well, which lifts a massive weight off of not only Harry’s shoulders but Mars’ too, no doubt.

Mars’ anxieties only seem to show themselves the second that the man is en route back to his seat and out of ear shot. She straightens the galley curtain behind him and lets out a long sigh, her customer service smile dropping so quickly it makes Harry chuckle to himself. He steps towards her, nudging her hand with his own. “Are you okay? Know that was kind of weird…”

“Um…” Mars takes in a slow, deep breath through her nose, then smiles at Harry. “Yeah. No, yeah I’m… that was fine.”

Harry links his pinky subtly with Mars’. “Yeah?”

“Yeah. Like… it’s inevitable. I know that. And it sucks but it's…” She takes his hand in hers and gives it a reassuring squeeze. “It doesn’t matter. None of it matters, as long as I have you.”

“Gonna do my very best to protect you,” Harry says earnestly. “I mean it. Gonna do everything I can to--”

“We’re a team, Harry” she says. “It’s you and me. That’s it. That’s all I care about at the end of the day.”

Harry smirks down at her, hesitating for a moment. He glances over his shoulder out at the plane of mostly sleeping passengers before taking Mars hips in his hands and yanking her harshly towards him. She squeals, stumbling into his arms, and he kisses all over her face. “I love you,” he says against her cheek. “I fucking--” against her ear -- “Love you. So--” her chin “-- fucking--” her nose “--much.”

She giggles against his kisses, fingertips lazily trailing along his sides and his back. She manages to keep a constant watchful eye on her passengers at all times, even when the kisses become more and more heated. Harry’s hands hold their tight grip on her hips and he angles them slightly, until her back is pressed against the galley countertop. She opens her mouth to allow him to lick his way inside, and she grins when his fingertips tickle lightly at the hem of her dress.

“Gotta be careful,” she warns again, softly. One arm reaches behind her to steady herself against the counter, while the other wraps around Harry’s neck. Angling his body so that he’s fully out of sight of the passengers, he ducks his head down to kiss along her neck.

“S’why you’re gonna keep an eye out, isn’t it?” He gives her thigh a soft pinch. “God, I wish we had more room on this counter.”

Mars snorts. “Well, these galleys weren’t exactly made for fucking.”

Harry pulls away smugly, raising his eyebrow slightly. “Oh, you want me to fuck you?”

“I mean it seems only fair, does it not?” She grins, leaning back and running a hand through his hair. “Have you ever joined the mile high club?”

Harry smirks. It’s a fair question, of course, but he can’t even begin to count how many times he’s “joined the mile high club.” She senses his thoughts, because she averts her gaze and immediately backpedals. “That’s probably a dumb question,” she mutters. “Sorry. I just--”

“Of course it’s not,” he says. “Don’t apologize.” He clears his throat. “Yeah, I have. But I don’t know if it counts.”

Confused, she blinks up at him. “Why would it not--”

“Because it wasn’t with you. My very own little flight attendant.”

Mars shakes her head, clearly growing flustered under his gaze. She giggles. “But surely you’ve been with another--”

Harry kisses her mid-sentence, stopping her in her tracks before her mind can run wild. She is the only person on his mind, the only one he ever wants for the rest of his life.

The kiss grows naturally heated, as expected, and Mars’ back bumps against the galley counter again. Harry reaches up to hold the back of her neck, careful not to mess up her perfectly styled hair, and he smiles against her mouth. She lets out the tiniest hint of a sigh that, if Harry wasn’t listening, he would have completely missed.

Mars reaches her hands around his hips, pulling him impossibly closer into her and angling herself subtly so that his knee is gently propped between her legs.

“Darling,” he says, grinding gently against her and lowering his hand. “Shall we go somewhere more private?” Mars subtly arches into him, kissing his neck, and his voice shakes when he speaks again. “I don’t want to--”

“Let’s go.” She pulls away, her eyes glazed and hungry. “Please. I know the lav isn’t that big but--”

Harry smirks. “Lead the way.”

Mars peaks behind the curtain one last time to ensure no one is coming, then double checks both lavatories. When she’s certain no one is coming, she opens one and slips cautiously inside. Harry follows close behind her, struggling to squeeze into the tiny room the moment he takes a step. He reaches behind him to help Mars close the door, and she fumbles around him to try and reach the latch. She finally catches hold of it, slides it all the way to the right, the lavatory light brightens just a smidge--

And they are truly, truly alone.

Mars shifts awkwardly. “I know its tight quarters,” she says, “But if we--”

Harry doesn’t give her a chance to finish her sentence before he’s right back on her. He presses his mouth to hers, pushing her gently against the sink. There’s an awkward shuffle-- god, it really is tight quarters-- but he’s hardly thinking of that as Mars angles her body to his.

The sound of elbows and knees hitting walls can be heard over the wet, kissing noises, but neither seem to care. Mars half sits-- as best she can-- on the counter and spreads her legs for Harry to stand between them. His hands slip beneath her skirt, and he can already feel her heat before his fingertips even touch her core. The nylons she’s wearing add to the sensation-- clearly-- because her head arches back the minute he touches her. He takes the opportunity to press an open mouthed kiss to her neck. Even through the added layers of both her nylons and her panties, he can feel her dampness. He smirks.

Mars jolts, kicking her still high-heel clad foot against the wall and startling them both. She gives him a sheepish look and giggles. “Oops.”

Harry pulls her closer so he can get a better grip on her before hooking his fingers into the waistband of her nylons.

“Let’s get these off,” he says quietly, lips pressed against her throat.

Mars shuffles a bit, reaching down to help him pry them off. She kicks her heels haphazardly off and giggles when she accidentally elbows the mirror behind her. “This is insane,” she mutters, more to herself than to him.

The minute her nylons are off, Harry shoves them in his back pocket. He goes right back to kissing her, but is distracted when he notices she’s stepping right back into her discarded heels. Puzzled, Harry pulls away briefly, and it takes Mars a few seconds to notice-- obviously too busy with her heels. When she finally does look at him, she furrows her brows.

“What?” she asks. “You don’t think I’m gonna stand barefoot in a lav do you?” Harry snorts, but she continues. “You don’t even know half the shit I’ve seen in these things, Harry. And I mean literal shit. Among other things. Lavs are gross. I can’t even believe--”

Harry’s lips are on hers once again, before she can finish the rest of her sentence. “I love you,” he says, “stop talking about shit.”

They continue kissing, Harry pressing himself as closely to her as he can possibly manage. His fingers graze the dampness between her legs, rubbing circles that have her shuddering and sighing into his mouth and her nails digging into his shoulders. She’s grasping desperately at the small surface area of the sink, trying to give herself some leverage, as Harry pushes further against her.

“We don’t—“ she gasps as Harry’s fingers dip into the waistband of her panties. “We don’t have much time.”

“I know,” Harry mutters against her lips, gulping when his fingertips come in direct contact with her wetness. His other hand wraps loosely around the side of her throat before he curls his fingers around her neck scarf. “Fuck, you’re wet.”

“Fuck me.” Her voice is just above a whisper, and she licks her already damp lips, which ghost against Harry’s. “Please. Please fuck me.”

Her fingers fumble with his trousers, and he lets go of her neck— reaching down to help her remove his pants. He accidentally elbows the wall for what seems like the hundredth time, but neither of them have time to acknowledge it. Mars jolts, gasping loudly when Harry bites at her neck. “Careful,” she says, “I’m—“

Harry tugs at her scarf, bringing her lips to his own and pressing a hot, sloppy, open mouthed kiss. He licks into her mouth, his nose pushing against hers.

Mars reaches down to grasp at Harry’s dick and his breath hitches in his throat, lips curling into a half-snarl as he tries to keep his balance. He steps closer to her. “I haven’t—“ he breathes, gulping mid sentence when she presses his tip to her entrance. “I haven’t got a condom.”

“We’ll be careful,” she says, but then pulls away with dreamy, half-lidded eyes and an amused smirk. “You didn’t bring any condoms?”

Harry laughs. “I did,” he says. “They’re in my bag. Under the seat. I wasn’t exactly planning for—“ he gestures with his hands and Mars giggles.

“I see,” she says. She pulls him closer by his jacket, kissing tenderly at his chin and up to the corner of his mouth. She runs her hand up through his hair, lightly removing the cap from his head and scratching at his wild curls with her free hand. “It’s okay. We’ll just--” she gasps when he unintentionally brushes her clit, “We’ll be careful.”

They stay like this, kissing and fumbling in the incredibly tight space. She takes his dick between her pretty, polished fingers and he shudders when she gives it a squeeze and a few light yanks. He gulps, letting his mouth hang fully ajar and hanging his head lazily against hers.

“Fuck,” he mutters. “Fucking hell.”

“Want to suck your dick,” Mars mumbles. “Want it in my mouth so bad.”

“No room,” Harry stammers out, eyes rolling back as his head lolls backwards towards the wall. “Fucking hell, Mars.”

“I know,” she says, picking up the pace with which she tugs and swiping at the precum collecting on his tip. “Just wishing I could.”

“I wish you could, too,” he says with a chuckle. “God, baby, when we get to that hotel--”

Mars presses her lips to his again, effectively shutting him up and smirking ever so slightly when he groans into her mouth. She gives him a squeeze and gently teases the tip of him against her entrance.

“Gotta be quick,” she reminds him, although they both seem to hate that little fact.

Harry puts one hand on the mirror behind Mars’ head, then wraps his other arm around her lower back for support. He leans closer to her and pushes himself slowly inside of her. They both gasp, adjusting to the sudden difference, and although Harry selfishly wants to get right into it, he knows he needs to give Mars a moment.

“Are you okay?” He breathes.

Mars, who’s face isn’t visible to Harry, nods. “M-hm.” Then, she sighs melting against him. “Fucking missed this.”

Harry lets out the breath he’s only just now realized he’s been holding, and gulps. He makes eye contact with himself in the mirror, and he’s overcome with a weird feeling of shame and arousal. He notes pathetic desperation in his own eyes that he hadn’t noticed before, and he has to look away from himself before he starts thinking too hard about how he looks during sex. “Missed it, too,” he mumbles.

Mars sinks her nails into his back, pulling him closer. She bites into his shoulder and he grunts, subconsciously jolting at the sharp sensation. “Fuck, Mars.”

She jolts when his thumb brushes against her clit again, and she rests her forehead on his shoulder. She half-heartedly rolls her hips, and Harry can’t help it… he makes eye contact with himself once again in the mirror. He notices the way her hair has begun to fall out of the bun she has it in, and it’s the sexiest thing he’s ever seen.. The arm he has around her tightens its grip, and she jolts again when he unintentionally squeezes at her side.

“I love you,” Mars says, voice whiny— as if she’s on the verge of tears. Harry gulps, because fuck— if she’s crying he’s definitely done for. He sloppily brings his hand up her back, before hooking his fingers into her scarf again and giving her a gentle tug.

She lifts her head and he turns his immediately, open mouth kissing over her cheeks and halfway on her lips before pulling away to once again marvel at the reflection in the mirror. The way her body moves with his every thrust. The way she’s leaning into him and loving on him as best she can in their small space.

“I’m so—“ she starts, mouth opening more as he kisses her. She lets out a loud breath that teeters on a moan, and she has to suck in a gasping breath. “I’m close.”

Harry can’t even muster up the energy to say anything back, he just gulps and picks up the pace. He revels in the way her breath is hot against his neck, and he only halfway notices the gentle banging of her feet against the cabinet below the sink.

His orgasm comes quicker than he’d been anticipating, but it starts low and slow at the base of his belly. He lets out a groan much louder than intended, and he has to inhale sharply through his teeth. “Fuck,” he says, as quietly as he can muster. “Fuck. Fuck.”

His thrusting slows ever so slightly as he cums, and Mars lets out a little hum as she digs her nails further into his back. “Come on baby,” she whines, so desperately it sounds like she’s about to cry. “That’s it, fuck!”

It’s unclear who is saying what as they both curse against one another’s mouths and necks and shoulders. And although Harry’s pace has slowed to an almost full stop, his fingers waste no time finding their way to Mars’ clit. He runs in a few circles, quick and in the exact way he knows she likes, and she gasps.

“Yes,” she says, louder than intended, and she has to bite into his shoulder again to keep quiet. He picks up the pace with his fingers despite the small ounce of energy he has left, and he’s almost startled when her orgasm comes.

It comes with a jolt, and her head is thrown back against the mirror. She groans, taking her bottom lip between her teeth and squeezing her eyes shut. It’s taking everything in her to be quiet, and Harry is loving it.

“That’s it,” he mumbles softly. “That’s my fucking girl.”

Her fingers involuntarily clench and unclench around his hair, and when he once again catches sight of himself in the mirror he’s almost shocked at how disheveled and filthy he looks right now. His knees nearly buckle when he sees, from the corner of his eye, Mars’ eyes rolling practically to the back of her head. He’s about to ask if she’s okay, but she’s still mid orgasm. And when her eyes open again, he can see she is more than fine.

She sloppily searches for his mouth with her own, and lets out a sigh of relief when she finds it. Her legs shake and her walls flutter around him-- slowly coming to a stop. Her body gradually goes limp against him, and they’re so close to one another that he can feel her heart pounding in her chest as she tries to catch her breath.

Harry’s hand makes its way up her back to cup the back of her head, scratching gently at her scalp as they both try to come down. Her walls flutter residually around her and he swallows before finally mustering up the strength to ask her, with a raspy voice, “Are you okay?”

Mars doesn’t answer at first, she just sighs again. Then, he feels her move slowly, pulling her head back as far as she can to look at him without banging it against the mirror. She’s smiling, eyes red and cheeks flushed. Her hair is a mess, and she’s never looked more beautiful. “I’m okay,” she says, voice hardly above a whisper. She drapes his cap lazily back on top of his head. “Are you okay?”

Harry chuckles, reaching up to brush some of her hair off of her face. “Yeah, I’m okay.” There’s a brief but comfortable silence, then he speaks again. “You should see yourself right now.”

She giggles, coming back to her normal self. “I’m glad I can’t,” she says softly. She pulls back further, scratching affectionately at the back of Harry’s head. For a while, they just sit there, smiling at one another. No words are spoken, but no words are necessary. They just admire one another’s faces, speaking without words.

The plane hits a slight bump, causing Mars to fall forward a bit onto Harry. He stumbles slightly, catching himself, and they both laugh as the seatbelt sign comes on with a ding.

They watch as the symbol of the stickman walking to his seat illuminates on the wall, then Mars clears her throat. “You should probably return to your seat, Mr. Styles. The seatbelt sign is on.”

Harry laughs, slowly pulling himself out of her and trying not to pay much attention to how good it feels. “That it is,” he says. He clears his throat, awkwardly shuffling to tuck himself back into his boxers and pull his pants back up. “Well I do hope you’ll return to my seat again soon, miss. I believe I need a refill.”

Mars laughs, a playfulness behind her eyes. Once Harry is zipped back into his trousers, he bends as best he can to help Mars back into her nylons. Sliding them slowly up her leg, he never breaks eye contact. His lips quirk up into a smirk. “You know how easily I could rip these again?”

Her eyes widen. “No! Don’t! They’re—“

Harry puts up a hand to stop her, a twinkle in his eyes. “I wouldn’t!” He says. “Just remembering.”

Mars hesitates, then softens when she decides to fully trust him. She jumps off the counter and pulls her nylons completely up, adjusting her skirt awkwardly with what little room she has. Harry tries his best to move around her; a task made difficult with the slight rocking of the plane.

“Okay,” Mars says, smoothing her hair in the mirror and readjusting a few bobby pins. “I’ll go out first and see if there’s anyone out there. There shouldn’t be but.. you know. If there is, I’ll say someone in here was sick and needed my help. Do I look okay? How’s my hair?”

Harry’s lip quirk up and he opens his mouth to speak, but Mars cuts him off. “Don’t answer that. I can’t handle another cheeky remark from you.”

Harry snorts. “Alright.” He gestures at the door. “After you.”

Mars lingers for a moment, just watching him, then shakes her head. “God, I love you,” she says, more to herself than to him. She gives herself one last quick look in the mirror, then takes a deep breath. “Okay.”

With careful hands, she unlocks the lavatory door, causing the lights to dim ever so slightly. She steps in front of Harry, as if her whole frame can block him from view, and slowly begins to open the door. Subconsciously, she leans into Harry as she moves, and he has to fully stop himself from taking her hips in his hands and yanking her back into him.

They both peek out at the same time, and are relieved to see that there is no one waiting outside of the bathroom for them. They both let out a quiet breath, and Mars sneaks out the door before Harry can even react.

In the silence that follows after Mars closes the bathroom door behind her, Harry lets out a sigh that turns into a chuckle. He looks at himself in the mirror, and he cannot believe what he’s just done.

Of course it wasn’t the first time he’d had sex on a plane. But damn if it wasn’t the best.

He reaches up to run a hand through his tousled hair, trying his best to fix it, and straightens out his cap. Though the lavatory still feels tiny, it’s remarkable how much of a difference he feels now being the only one in the room. He takes a deep breath, enjoying the way his entire body feels a bit cramped and sweaty.

After a few more moments that feel like hours, he presses his ear up to the bi-fold door of the lavatory. When it doesn’t sound like anyone is speaking on the other side, he decides the coast is clear and exits.

The air in the galley is much cooler than in the cramped bathroom, and subconsciously Harry takes a deep breath. There’s Mars, standing at the galley and restocking soda’s into a galley cart. She looks unphased, and beautiful as ever. It’s almost laughable to think what she and Harry just did.

Mars glances at him, a smile playing on her lips. “Can I get you anything, Mr. Styles?”

“I’m all set,” Harry says. “Thank you.”

They linger once again for just a split second, and Harry has to physically pull himself away with a laugh and a mutter of “shit” under his breath. As he walks away, he hears Mars giggle behind him.

He cannot wait to get her alone tonight.

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Mars feels giddy when she hears a knock at her hotel room door. For security reasons, Harry hadn’t been allowed to share the crew van with her and her fellow flight attendants, and he’d sworn it was fine. He said he had errands to run anyway, and although Mars knew that was nonsense, she let it happen. They’d said a hurried goodbye, and Mars sent Harry off with a promise to send him her hotel information and room number as soon as she had it.

The wait had felt like ages, but now that he’s here, the anticipation is forgotten.

With one last glance in the mirror she giggles to herself and scurries over to the door. She peeks through the peephole, smiling when she sees Harry on the other side..

“Who iiiiiis it?” She sings.

“Special delivery,” Harry responds.

Mars giggles, flinging the door open and practically falling into Harry. He wraps his arms around her, kissing the top of her head and scratching affectionately at her back.

“Hi,” Mars says, muffled against Harry’s arm.

Harry takes a gentle step into the hotel room, careful to take Mars with him and not trip her. “Hello,” he says, pressing another kiss to the top of her head. The door closes behind them with a little help from Harry’s foot. “Long time no see.”

“Mm.” Mars looks up at him, her chin resting on his chest, before pursing her lips.

Harry chuckles, leaning down to comply with her silent request for a kiss and continuing to push them further into the room. “You look so good.”

Mars had tried her best with what she’d had in her suitcase. While she’d opted to leave her fanciest lingerie in her drawer at the crashpad, she had packed a nice lacy thong and bra for this trip in case any opportunities arose. She wears them now under a long tshirt that grazes her thighs.

Mars laughs, separating her lips from his. The back of her legs hit the bed. “Sorry I didn’t pack anything better.”

“What are you talking about?” Harry picks at Mars’ tshirt sleeve. “This is fantastic.”

“Mm.” Mars says nothing, kissing him again then squealing when he pushes her down on the bed.

He drops down to his hands and knees, crawling up a very giggly Mars’ body. He stops every now and then, dropping to press kisses against her skin. When he reaches her neck, he lingers, and she sighs, tilting her head to grant him easier access.

Her fingers find their way into his hair, and she scratches affectionately at his scalp. “I love you,” she says, hardly audible.

Harry lifts his head and smiles. “What?”

“I said I love you. I wasn’t sure if I would ever get the chance to see you again.”

“That’s silly.” Harry leans down and presses a kiss to her nose.

“But I was so… I mean when we…” She trails off in a sigh. “I was so mean to you.”

“Well I wasn’t exactly an angel to you either,” Harry chuckles, lazily drawing a circle on the spot where her tummy meets her hip and smirking when she quivers a little. “And I will spend every single day of my life making it up to you.” He leans down and kisses her cheek. “I promise.”

“You don’t have to,” Mars says. “Harry, I am so sor—“

“Mars.” There’s a bit of a more serious edge to his tone, although he stays smiling. “It happened. It’s over. I love you. That’s it.”

“But—“

“I love you,” Harry repeats. “That’s it.”

Mars hesitates, then closes her mouth with a giggle. Before she can even think about speaking again, Harry’s kissing her, soft and gentle. There is intention behind his kiss, but it isn’t charged. It’s sweet, and it’s a way to communicate with no words. Mars smiles, opens her mouth to grant him access, and communicates, as best she can, the feelings swimming around in her heart.

And as they kiss, what she wants to say is “you’re my soulmate. I don’t think I’ve ever known anyone as special as you. I don’t think I ever will. You’ve transformed my life in ways I didn’t know were possible. I didn’t know I was capable of being so happy in this lifetime, and I will try every second of every day to show you the same love you have shown me.”

But what she says is, “I love you.”

And when Harry smiles, his hand raising to lovingly cup her cheek, she knows he understands exactly what she means.

#Harry Styles #Harry #Harry Styles fanfiction #Harry fanfiction #fanfiction #Harry Styles fic #Harry fic #fic #Harry Styles fluff #Harry fluff #fluff #Harry Styles smut #Harry smut #smut

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mxtxfanatic · 10 months

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@zykamiliah Ok bear with me because I’m just writing off the top of my head.

I think I misspoke a little in the tags on your post: I don’t think Shen Yuan attributes all of his good deeds and skills to Shen Jiu throughout the novel; I think he attributes them to Shen Qingqiu the Character. Now, walk with me a little:

I like playing video games, especially those in which I can customize my own characters. Two such games are The Sims and Dragon Age. In The Sims, you can create your own character from scratch, meaning you are in charge of their looks, their personality, their backstory, their narrative, and life progression. You are in charge of everything if you so choose to be. Dragon Age, however, is not like that. You get to decide what your character looks like (to an extent), but you don’t get to create a backstory. You can decide romance but you are not in control of the story beats of those romances, just the choices you make in them. You can influence certain aspects of your character, but they will always go through certain events and always arrive at a predestined conclusion. How does this apply to Shen Yuan? Well, he’s just been stuffed into the character of a seemingly Dragon Age-type narrative.

Shen Yuan doesn’t get to decide Shen Qingqiu’s backstory. He doesn’t get to decide what his story designation is; he is automatically assigned the “scum villain” role. He doesn’t even get to decide Shen Qingqiu’s personality until he unlocks the ooc function. Shen Qingqiu is already a teacher, he is already a powerful cultivator with a renowned name, sword, skills, and he is already Luo Binghe’s abuser that will eventually throw him into the Endless Abyss, all story points that are unchangeable. And Shen Yuan is fully aware of this—uncomfortably so, in fact, with how the system exists to monitor his every move in order to keep him “on track.” It’s not unreasonable, therefore, for him to believe that this predestination applies to everything and everyone else, so much so that he believes that his small acts of kindness can only serve as pockets of reprieve for the “characters” before the predestined hardship arrives, nothing more.

But, as we find out, these “small acts of kindness” are narrative-changing—much stronger than the so-called predestination—and it is the formerly stated awareness and surveillance that leads Shen Yuan to be unable to see this, disregarding the tangable ways that his style of playing Shen Qingqiu has altered the narrative written by the author and upheld by the system. This applies to as early as Ning Yingying’s bolder personality and as late as Luo Binghe’s corruption by Xin Mo. It’s probably very significant that just how much the world of pidw had diverged from the original book is revealed to Shen Yuan only after Shen Qingqiu the Character self-destructs and Shen Yuan resurrects himself using the plant body. From that point on, he has to contend with how his actions have changed things, how Luo Binghe has been changed by him, enamored with him—not Shen Qingqiu the Character—and how, actually, the book he has transmigrated into doesn’t have a predestined ending because he has broken everything wide open.

And this isn’t to say that Shen Yuan doesn’t fully see himself as Shen Qingqiu, but it’s the difference between seeing himself as a part of Shen Qingqiu vs. seeing Shen Qingqiu as a part of himself. “Luo Binghe can’t love me because Shen Qingqiu is his scum villain.” “I can’t love Luo Binghe because Shen Qingqiu is his shizun.” “PIDW is destined to be a stallion novel, and Luo Binghe is guaranteed happiness with his harem.” These are the “predestined facts” that Shen Yuan has been shaping his pidw experience with, until they stop being facts and he has to actually look at the changes he has wrought and what he wants out of them, not what Shen Qingqiu would want or expect or react to. And I don’t think he ever fully divests himself of this mentality (we can still see him being casual about his skills even in the extras), but he is much freer in his actions and desires at the end of the story without the weight of Shen Qingqiu the Character dogging his expectations and even more so in the extras without the system acting as enforcer to his thoughts and behaviors.

#svsss #human metas mxtx #hope this makes sense #I haven’t gotten good sleep in like 2 days so of course this is when i want to meta #i may come back to this with some textual evidence #but if i do it won’t be for a long while

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smallestapplin · 1 year

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Heyooooo I’m back!

Had a panic attack at work yesterday and now it’s got me wondering how certain characters would react to their s/o having a panic attack. So could I get some headcanons for the submas bros, piers, and Raihan?

Maybe the s/o has a Pokémon like an absol or a ninetails(either variant both are wonderful) that is trained to sense when an attack will happen and usher them to a safe spot for when it happens?

- a very tired Pierced Anon (it’s like 1am rn I woke up briefly right as the requests opened)

Of course! I’m so sorry you had to go through that! :(

Also I’m so sorry I couldn’t think of anything for Raihan, that wasn’t like the same as the others😭

⚫️Ingo⚫️

- the subway station has several safe rooms, scattered across each station.

- What he wasn’t expecting was to be greeted by your Ninetails. The Pokémon snuck up on him, tugging at his pants and nudging him towards one of the safe rooms.

- The fire type didn’t have to try hard, Ingo was already running just realizing they were yours.

- Only slowing down once to the room, it’s so much quieter here, and dimmer too.

- And there you sat, shaking and taking quick breathes.

- Ingo is quick to act, him and your ninetails working in sync together. Ninetails quickly snapping you back to reality, nudging you and laying their head on you, grounding you before Ingo steps in.

- “Dear, may I get close?”

- Your breaths are shaky, and look on the verge of tears, but you nod and raise a hand to bring him closer.

- Ingo instantly at your side. He takes off his work coat, and wraps it around you before sitting next to you.

- You lay your head on his shoulder, and he wraps an arm around you. Rubbing soothing circles and speaking to you as softly as he can.

- Talking about anything just to keep your mind occupied with him, and his words, and not about your panic.

- He radios Emmet, telling him the situation and that he will be in this safe room, with you, until you better.

⚪️Emmet⚪️

- your absol, to Emmet, is a blessing. Always knowing before you even know, and if in the subway, always rushing to Emmet.

- The two can usually be seen running at top speeds through crowds, just to get to you before your anxiety picks up.

- They always make it just in time, and get you into the office before you become so overwhelmed.

- Absol on one side of you, nuzzling against you arm or lap. Then on the other side of you is Emmet, nuzzling his face against your neck, humming and kissing you.

- They stay there, comforting you until the tears and shaking have stopped, and your breathing has slowed.

- “I’ve got you darling! I’m right here.”

- You get the neediest comfort there is, as Emmet makes jokes to get you to smile or laugh.

- Or he just pulls you to his lap, cuddling you until you say you’re fine and can leave the office.

- He’s smothering you with affection, until you’re ready to go.

🎸Piers🎸

- Your Absol and him are a team, your anxiety and panic attacks are no match for them.

- Just as your heart picks up, and your body starts to freeze up.

- There he is, and your Absol.

- Both takin you to somewhere calmer, and safer. Piers speaks to you the entire time, his voice low, and soft, so soothingly to you.

- He talks about his music, guitar types and history, and things he knows you like, just to calm you.

- Absol lays across your lap like a weighted blanket, while Piers’s jacket is over you, and he tells you funny stories of him and his Obstagoon when they were young.

- He just wants to keep your mind filled with things, that isn’t about anything bad you’re feeling.

- Once you seem to have calmed down enough, he asks how you’re doing.

- “We can stay here as long as you’d like, don’t worry about it.”

- He’s in no rush, and your comfort is his top priority.

- He will be damned if he leaves you.

#pokemon #pokemon imagines #pokemon x reader #pokémon #pokemon ingo #pokemon fluff #pokemon ingo x reader #pokemon emmet #pokemon emmet x reader #pokemon piers #pokemon piers x reader #panic attacks #comfort #pierced anon #pokemon headcanons

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azurelyy · 2 years

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Hi, how are you doing?

I saw that your requests are open and I have an idea for a NSFW fic:

The reader teases her still „friend“ Kakashi just to see how far she can go (because this man has self control) but doesn’t expect all of this to escalate. (How? Idk there are too many options to choose rn lol)

I kind of thought this would be a cute friends with feelings but oh well haha- this man makes me loose all my self control

I hope this is okay, please delete this if it made you uncomfortable etc.

Have a lovely day cutie ;)

Hi, sweet Nonnie! Sorry this took me awhile to get to. My event took more stamina out of me than anticipated!

Anyways, I hope you enjoy this and that I didn't go too overboard... 😬.

Title: Mine 🍋

Words: 3.8k

Ship: Kakashi x f!reader

Warnings: NSFW, 'Daddy' kink, "good girl", bondage, light BDSM, loss of control, unprotected sex, 696969, cookie monster!Kakashi, hand job, fingering, softdom! Kakashi, choking

You were certain that he had set your skin on fire. You winced as you kicked your legs, trying your best to writhe from the silk tie wrapped around your wrists, but Kakashi hadn’t left you any quarter - the binding was tight and, for all intents and purposes, permanent. At least for now.

“Finally done?” He asked, his velvet voice choking you more than his hand wrapped around your throat. You muffled something into the ball gag as you whipped your head over to where you thought he was, the blindfold hiking up your face slightly and allowing you to see a sliver of the room. Your eyes landed on Kakashi’s legs and you bumped your knee into his as your body fell limply into his lap.

His hands twisted throughout the back of your head and you felt the pressure of the gag lift away. You choked gently as his finger traced the curve of your spine.

“There’s no way you’ve ever used this stuff.” You felt heat rise to your cheeks at the thought of Kakashi tying up innocent women, something he most definitely has done. Asking to see his collection was one thing - actually fucking him? That was something completely different.

Not that you’d say no.

He hummed and removed the blindfold swiftly. You locked onto his onyx eyes and smiled when you saw just how red his cheeks were. “I can neither confirm nor deny your statement,” was his only response. Your stomach boiled with envy as he freed your wrists and you pushed yourself down into his lap, resting your head onto his thigh. His pants were tenting with his arousal and your mouth grew wet at the sight.

“You can tell me, you know,” you teased, gently tracing up his clothed erection with your index finger. “Isn’t that what friends are for?”

This bet had gone on far too long. It started out innocently enough, Yamato suggesting that you try and get Kakashi to break. It was obvious to anyone with a pulse that the two of you were into each other - hell, even you and Kakashi knew you were into each other - but he was the type of person who never let his emotions get the better of him. Now that he was the Hokage, it was even harder to hang out with him, and you knew getting him to crack was going to be the hardest mission of your life.

It started small. Lingering touches, light kisses to the cheek and ears, breathing down his neck every time he hugged you. It got even worse when Kakashi caught on to your tricks and started doing some teasing of his own. His hands roamed further down your back, resting on your ass, his teeth grazed across your jaw when you were alone in his office. Every touch was magnetic and electric, killing you slowly.

He smirked down at you. “Friends?”

“Yeah, isn’t that what we are?”

He kept his eyes glued to your face as he put a thoughtful finger to his lips and pondered the question for a heartbeat. “No, I don’t think so.”

Your hand jerked away from him as you sat up, surprised at how hurt you were. What the fuck? As if sensing your anger, Kakashi gripped onto your wrist with the pressure of trickling water, delicate and light.

“What I mean is, do friends do this with other friends?” He gestured to his cock and the sex toys that were strewn about the room as he raised a brow at you.

“I-” Your voice was tied to your throat. You swallowed down the soot that had collected in your mouth as you whispered, “I guess not.”

His hand moved from your wrist to interlock his fingers with yours as he leaned in, his face dangerously close, crossing the imaginary friendship boundary line. The two of you had been this close before, from the countless teasing sessions over the past few months, but this time felt different. Instead of sparks between you, there was gasoline, and Kakashi held the match.

“You’re smarter than that,” his voice had a magnetism in it, drawing you closer, your lips ghosting over his. “Friends don’t do this.”

His mouth brushed against yours, too quickly for you to react, before it smoldered down your neck. His teeth nipped at your sensitive skin as goosebumps raised up along your arms and shoulders, cold tingles running down your spine.

Your pussy was throbbing with need as slick rushed between your legs and you swiftly pushed your thighs together, craving the friction Kakashi wasn’t providing to you. As his mouth sucked at your collarbone, every nerve in your body simultaneously popped and you fiercely gripped at his soft hair, sinking your fingernails into his scalp.

Kakashi was teetering on the damnable tightrope of resistance. Your sounds were loud and lewd, causing his cock to twitch in his pants as he moved to assault the skin of your chest with his mouth. Your small fingers danced in his hair, drawing him closer.

He applied more pressure to your body as he rolled you to your back and laid on top of you, licking his way to the skin of your breast. The invisible caution tape that adorned your body was tossed to the wayside as he gently moved his hands under your shirt and stroked your hip bones with his thumbs, hushed curses sparking around the room.

“If that’s the case,” your voice sounded different like this, as his hands roamed up your body and kneaded at your breasts over your bra. Kakashi wanted to hear this voice forever. “Then I don’t want to be your friend, Kakashi.”

His hands twitched as a large shiver ran up the length of his spine, like freezing rain had been injected into his veins. This game the two of you had been playing was sweet torture. A dumb race that had stretched an unbearable distance, his stamina was wearing thin.

He could touch you but not taste you, could watch you fall but not catch you, could be with you but not ruin you. You were his smoking gun, the one thing in this world that had the capability to beat his heart into submission. He tried his best, he gave it all - but in the end, you had won. He conceded.

He groaned and thrust his hips against yours instinctively, catching his head onto your clit as smoke filled his lungs. The match had been lit and he was burning alive with you. Tonight.

“Not friends, got it,” he agreed, leaning back to pull your shirt over your head. “Don’t have time for friends anyway.”

His hands slipped under your back to unhook your bra as you frantically freed him from his pants. His cock bounced against his stomach, already glistening with precum. It was massive.

Your heart hammered against your ribcage as you wrapped your hand around him and stroked down in one, fluid motion. Through barred teeth, he made a strangled sound before he swirled his tongue around your hard nipple. His mouth was heaven against your chest, almost ethereal.

“F-Fuck friends,” you moaned, grazing your thumb across his slit. Your hand was drenched with him, sticky like honey. “Kakashi, you feel so good.”

He trailed his tongue down your chest and stomach, slowly riding to his final destination. He slipped from your grasp and you moved your hands to his hair, dampening the silver strands. The room was spinning around you as he rolled your pants and panties off. Hot breath hit your walls, fanning across your slit; molten hot lava pooled between your legs.

“So pretty…” he murmured, kissing up and down your folds. His timbre was ragged, rumbling from deep within his chest. “You’re soaked.”

He thrust two fingers into your pussy with ease, pushing past the walls of muscle and drenching himself with you. You had never felt so much bliss in your whole life, it was almost painful, in the most sinful way. If there was someone who could make you come from vaginal insertion alone, it was Kakashi Hatake - and he hadn’t even pumped his perfect cock into you yet.

“Oh shit,” you cried, your thighs crashing against his cheeks. “W-Wait.”

“I’ve done enough waiting,” he murmured, placing a kiss on your clit. Your vision went white, his fingers thrusting into you almost breaking you. He was going to devastate you. “Want to taste you, princess.”

“H-Hold on,” you pleaded, pulling him up by his hair. His eyes were filled with fire, deeply burning through the coal black stare. “Let’s taste each other.”

He had no objections to that. He rumbled a string of nonsensical sentences as the two of you maneuvered on the bed, Kakashi laying down on his back while you hovered your cunt above his face and his cock pressed firmly onto your cheek. His breath was freezing from how hot your pussy was, cooling your core temperature with each small blow.

Your body was trembling over him. Kakashi placed his fingers onto your walls, opening you up like a long lost tome. His gasp hit your cunt enthusiastically before he giggled manically, swirling his thumb around inside of you with an expert’s precision. It made you nervous, how much he was admiring you, almost insecure.

You clenched yourself shut and he growled, opening you up again. “Don’t.” was all he said. His tone was sharp and commanding, something you’d only ever heard him direct at enemies in combat. When he used it on you, it made your pussy quiver with anticipation. You felt juice dribble down your inner thighs as he moaned beneath you, and you pictured your slick coating his five o’clock shadow as he dragged his scruff against the skin of your thighs hungrily.

Unable to form sentences, you opted to lick along the curve of his cock, paying special attention to the largest vein on his underside. It seemed to work. His agile tongue licked up the length of your cunt, slowly swirling into crevices that had never been touched before.

A new sound erupted from your chest, a note you were unaware you could even hit. Kakashi groaned yes into you as he licked to the right of your clit, still teasing you even despite the circumstance.

You followed suit, rolling your tongue to the right of his slit and licking under the curve of his head. Your vision was nothing but shooting stars when his tongue moved your clit gently to the left and you wrapped your hand around the base of him that your mouth couldn’t reach as you shoved him down your throat, stuffing your mouth with him.

An orchestra of loud slurping and squeaking of the bed played throughout the room as the two of you devoured each other, rocking your hips with each delicious swirl of your tongues. The air was boiling with tension as your stomach filled with fire.

Your thighs were spasming against his face and all he could smell was you - it drove him mad with ador, made him want to get even further into you, to push himself deeper inside of your sweet mouth. Your lovely teeth gently grazed down the length of his cock and he twitched inside your mouth when he pictured your hollowed cheeks, how your precious eyes were probably leaking tears from the size of him.

“Such a dirty, pretty girl,” he whispered, moving his face down your cunt as his nose brushed your clit. “Want you to come all over my face. Get me soaked.”

You moaned against his cock, his legs trembling beneath you as his muscles tightened. You moved your hand to his loaded balls, squishing them between your fingers as you pulled off him with a loud pop to take in a shaky breath. Kakashi pressed his tongue onto your clit, gently wiggling it back and forth the same way he would your nipple, and his low hum of approval as you clenched your legs tightly around his face is what broke you.

Your orgasm rushed throughout your body, a rush of electricity coursing down between your thighs as hot liquid poured out of you and coated Kakashi’s swift tongue. He slurped your arousal down eagerly, moaning in the most godly way, his entire chest rumbling as the Earth shattered around you.

You lazily twisted your hand around the base of his cock, igniting him with even more pent up passion. He gripped your thighs hungrily and pulled you down as he thrust his hips up. You stretched your lips over his girth, allowing the tang of his salty precum to coat your mouth and throat fully as you gorged yourself on his cock. His cock; Kakashi’s glorious cock.

The thought alone kept your orgasm going as you shoved him deeper inside your throat, circling along every inch of him with your humble tongue, doing what you could to honor him with your mouth. He twitched inside of you and groaned into your cunt as your final waves of pleasure leaked out of you.

He pulled away and gave a gentle grunt of encouragement before he whispered, “I’m gonna come, princess.”

That was all you needed. Your pace quickened and you dove the tip of your tongue into his slit hungrily as your hand continued to work his base and balls simultaneously. The vibrations of the moan that escaped you when Kakashi placed a final kiss to your clit is what spiraled him over the edge.

His toes curled and his nails dug into the skin of your ass as he drained his balls into your mouth, allowing you to drink him in fully. His cock was spasming harshly, white-hot seed coming in quick bursts down your throat. You tried your best to keep up, but it was so much more than you expected that you had to pull back to heavily swallow it down to your stomach as the rest leaked down his thick length and onto his balls.

“M’sorry,” you mumbled through salty lips as his thick liquid coated down your throat. “It was so much.”

Kakashi laughed and released his tight grip on your ass. His breathing was heavy and deep, almost gravelly. You maneuvered to lay on his chest and he kissed the top of your head as he wrapped his strong arms around you, cradling you onto him.

“Come up here,” he pleaded, pushing you up his chest, “Need to finally kiss you.”

Your cheeks heat up when you realized the two of you had completely skipped the initial first kiss and just went straight to fucking each other with your mouths. I guess that’s what years of teasing will do, you mused.

You hovered your lips over his as you rolled your hips up and tangled your hands in his hair. His mouth was completely soaked in your arousal, and you were certain your lips were puffy and red as brick. His dick poked into your thigh and your eyes fluttered shut as he pressed his wet lips onto yours, drinking each other in tandem, sweet and sticky juices coating your teeth and tongues like sacred liquids at a confessional. Your soul spilled out of your body as your heart pounded with the ferocity of a god, and the world completely faded to black.

“Want you inside me,” you moaned, sinking your nails into his scalp. “Want you to tie me up.”

Kakashi hesitated and pulled back, danger in the dark of his eyes, only the faintest hint of storm grey in their depths. “Really?”

You hummed and nosed at the scruff on his chin. “Yes, pretty boy. Gotta put those toys of yours to good use.”

"And besides," you kissed the side of his face to his ear, slowly sinking your teeth into his sensitive skin. "I'm on the pill, so you can come in me too, Hatake."

You moved to kiss him again but Kakashi brought his hand between your bodies and gripped around your throat. His hold was firm, but not painful, not closing your airway. It was a warning.

“First of all,” he stated in a deadly voice, “I’ll do what I please with you.”

Oh, fuck.

“Second of all,” he pushed you off him by your throat and brought his other hand behind his back, grabbing hold of the silk tie, “That’s Daddy to you. Got it?”

His grip around your throat tightened and you fluttered your eyes shut, nodding at him.

“No,” he commanded, dropping his hand. You sputtered as your head fell forward and you peeked at him through your damp hair curtaining over your forehead. “You have to answer me, princess. Or you’ll get nothing.”

Your cunt was seething with lust as you gulped. “Yes.”

“Yes what?” Kakashi leaned forward, honing his gaze onto your soul.

“Yes… Daddy.”

“Good girl,” he grunted, his tone deliciously carnal. Silk wrapped around your wrists as he tied your hands behind your back, pinning you to the bed beneath his muscular frame, hot breath fanning over each bump of your spine.

His thick tip rubs against your clit as powerful hands guided your ass up by your hips, tears stinging your eyes as your head fell to the pillows below, your fingertips numbing with pleasure.

“Ka-” he pulled at the binding tightly - cautioning you - and you gasped out your correction, “Daddy- Please.”

His mouth phantoms over your earlobe, his entire body burning over you as he whispers, “You sure you’re comfortable with this?”

Despite his earlier command, all words have evaporated from your vocabulary, and the one thing you can do in response is push your ass up against his mushroom head, twitching your fingers as a silent cry falls from your lips.

Kakashi makes a strangled sound and brings a hand to grip around himself, applying pressure onto your clit with a gentle swirl of his cock. He gives himself a few good pumps, but he is so turned on that his cock is already primed and ready for round two just from the few minutes of kissing and bondage.

He smirked against your ear as a singular thought ran through his mind: You have destroyed him. “You can do it, princess,” he nibbles your earlobe gently in encouragement, “Just say yes for me.”

“Y-yes.” It’s a delicate sound, almost inaudible, and with it, the tightrope act was finished, ending in a spectacular and dazzling array of purposeful falling as Kakashi’s inhumane instinct took over. He drew his hips back, his cock so slick with his own arousal and your saliva that it slipped down the length of your cunt, ran over your ass cheeks.

He garbled out a string of cherry picked curses, punctuating them with a harsh thrust into your sopping walls. The world spun like a top as your vision whited out from the pressure of being stretched out. Your wrists twisted within the soft bindings, yearning to grab hold of something - anything - to help anchor you down.

“So wet, princess.” Kakashi moans, his voice quivering. The crack in his tone alone nearly sends you over the edge. You bite the inside of your cheek to distract yourself from the impossible warmth threatening to explode within your stomach as you push your ass up more, sinking him deeper, welcoming the stinging pain of him filling you to the brim.

A hand pushes down on your neck, his mouth suckling at the skin of your shoulder. Your mind is hazy from the way he’s thoroughly fucking you, reaching deep into your stomach, curving up to hit your sweet spot.

“Faster,” you moan, drool sliding out from the side of your mouth that is perpetually hung ajar against the pillow. “Faster, Daddy.”

Your voice is filled with a passion that momentarily knocks the wind out of him. You needed him, yearned for him. Soft curves of your body were his to manipulate and ruin as he pleased; you gave him the key to your heart long ago, he just hadn’t opened it yet. Until tonight.

Suddenly, as he twisted the key and drew it back, everything clicked into place. You wanted him for who he was, not the façade of a man the village knew, or the Copy Cat Ninja, or even the Hokage - you wanted Kakashi. And he wanted you. He had always wanted you.

He felt warmth spread throughout his chest, ignoring the fact he was allowing you to command him, as he obeyed you fully, increasing his pace as his balls slapped against your ass harshly, sticking to your skin with each pump.

He reaches his arm around your stomach, holding you in place as he grabs hold of your heat. One finger, then two. Slowly rubbing your clit. Up. Side to side. Circles. Every time you squirmed, he mimicked the prior motion. When you clenched your cunt around him, he swirled harder; deep pressure electrified you. Your thighs tense so tightly you think they might explode, and when he spasms inside of you and you feel the bit of hot liquid he can’t hold back leak into your core, you let go completely.

You achieve the impossible in a moment of extreme intimacy as Kakashi whispers praises, guiding you through your orgasm with each thrust of his hips, each swipe of his fingers, each stroke of his tongue at your neck. Your inner thighs are hot and sticky with your arousal as you moan out his name like a lifeline and he finally cracks and spills himself deep inside of you, his dick spasming with the final few messy pumps.

The two of you collapsed forward in a mess of sticky skin and mangled breaths. Your hands dig into his stomach, still harshly tied behind your back. Kakashi grunts as you wiggle them against his abs, trying to untangle yourself. Mercifully, he maneuvers to release you and then rolls you over onto him as he buries his head in your hair and you rest on his chest.

You lay there together, sinking deeper into the silence of the afterglow, hardly aware of your bodies. You are two souls floating around the universe, completely alone, infinitely together in the darkness.

Your heartbeat fluttered, pulling you back to the reality of the situation slowly, like waking up from a dream. You peek through dark eyelashes to find Kakashi's anthracite eyes, his beautifully flushed face growing brighter as he cleared his throat and smiled down at you.

“So, if we aren’t friends…” you start, reaching your hand up to cup his cheek. “Then what should I call you now?”

He hummed lowly and wrapped you in his legs, leaning his forehead to rest on yours. “Call me what you want,” he responded, sighing. “I’m just going to call you mine.”

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