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moonlit-jeno · 3 years

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red door, yellow door (m.)

pairing: mark lee x fem reader x jung jaehyun

words: 8.1k

a/n: this is a repost from my old bts blog! pls don’t ask abt it bc i no longer actively follow bts :)

One of these days, you’re going to kill your coworkers.

You love them, you really do, but sometimes they can just be so dumb. It was Donghyuck and Renjun who came up with the idea to play this stupid game, one that is probably only played by naive 12 year old girls during slumber parties.

Normally you’d just brush it off, but Renjun had called you a wimp, so naturally you had to do it. Which is how you’ve ended up on your back with your best friend massaging circles into your forehead.

“Red door, yellow door, any other color door,” is being chanted around the room. You fight the urge to move your neck to a more comfortable position on Mark’s lap. Your hand twitches above your head, where your arms are raised. “This is stupid,” You whisper, and Mark laughs, scolding you lightly.

After a while, the mindless chanting lulls you to sleep, and you feel yourself drift off.

“What do you see?”

Two doors appear in front of you, one red and one yellow. They both look kind of old, paint chipping and peeling off.

“Anything else?”

A black door appears next to the yellow one and you find yourself drawn to it, wanting to go in. This one is shinier, considerable newer and more inviting compared to the other two

“Go in.”

You open the door and walk through, a sense of relief flooding through your senses as you give in to the pull. The room that you find yourself in seems never ending, the only thing in it a large bed.

“Do you see anyone?”

A man appears, sitting on the bed. The suit he’s wearing is unfitting for the plain surroundings- in fact, he’s unfitting for the surroundings in general. His teeth are blinding white when he smiles, not a hair out of place on his entire head. He’s attractive, all golden skin and beautiful features. Almost too beautiful. A shiver crawls up your spine, a tinge of discomfort bleeding into your senses. He smiles, dimples popping out, and you push the discomfort to the back of your mind.

“Who are you?” Your voice comes out distant to your own ears, echoing around you.

“Call me Jaehyun. Why don’t you come here, little bird? We can get properly acquainted.” The voice sounds haunting, like a distorted video. You wouldn’t believe that he’s speaking if his lips didn’t move in sync. Despite the unnatural voice sounding warning bells in your brain, you find yourself moving forward automatically and settling down on his lap when he pats his thigh for emphasis.

“And what’s your name, little bird?” He trails a hand up and down your thigh and you shiver, leaning back against him. He chuckles when you tell him your name, a pleased smile lighting up his features.

“Well, little bird, seems that we’re going to have some fun together.”

Your name is being echoed all around you, and you wake with a jolt, eyes flying open to see Mark staring at you.

“Are you okay?” The rest of your group is also gathered around you, standing in a half circle.

“Yeah, just fell asleep for a bit. Why?” You push yourself onto your elbows, sitting up so that you can lean against Mark.

Donghyuck plops down on the floor, sitting so that he’s facing you. “You were talking like you were having a conversation with someone. Who was it?”

You shrug, trying not to dull his excitement. “I don’t know, just some guy.”

“Was he wearing a suit?” Renjun asks, standing behind Hyuck. He grimaces when you nod. “Y/n, we literally told you not to talk to anyone in a suit. We told you not to talk to anyone. It’s in the rules.”

You roll your eyes, knowing how serious he gets when it comes to stuff like this. “Relax, it’s fine. He seemed nice, and it’s not like it was anything real.”

Renjun still doesn’t look convinced, but Mark interrupts his paranoia by doing what he’s best- or worst, depending on who you ask- at, cracking jokes.

“Hey, was he eating deviled eggs?” He laughs at his own joke, and everyone else groans. “Hey, don’t get mad at me. His place was probably such a hellhole.” The bad mood dissolves into jokes and loud laughter for the rest of the night.

You leave the party- or gathering as Donghyuck had called it because it sounded more mysterious- when it starts storming. The rain drenches you and pretty much everyone else that’s sitting on the porch, leaving you scrambling for shelter. Luckily, Mark offers you a ride.

“Sleep tight, don’t let the bed bugs bite!” Mark hollars out the window of his truck, his words getting lost in the night as he speeds off. His truck hits a pothole and you can imagine him swearing as his head hits the roof. Giggling to yourself, you unlock your apartment and slip inside. It’s close to 2 in the morning, so you decide that if you’re already not going to get that much sleep, why not binge Shameless?

You only get through two episodes before your eyelids feel heavy, and you have to fight to keep them open. On screen, there’s a bar fight that you try to take interest in, but sleep quickly pulls you under.

“Welcome back, little bird.” The voice is all around you, but no matter how much you turn and search, no one’s to be found.

“Turn around, little bird, I am here.” Spinning abruptly, you come face to face with the man from earlier, Jaehyun. He gives you a chilling grin.

“So we meet again,” he starts, and his voice no longer sounds eerie or inauthentic. He sounds like, well, a normal man. “Tell me, what would you do if I were to kiss you?”

You swallow, tongue darting out to wet your lips on instinct. “Depends. Are you a good kisser?” You aim for coy, but you miss the mark and land closer to worried.

“You could say that.” He pulls you close with one hand on the back of your head, stopping right before your lips. “May I?”

You nod, and he pulls you in for a gentle, closed mouth kiss.

It’s like that touch ignites a fire in you, because before you know it, your arms are thrown around his neck, dragging him closer to deepen the kiss. You lick along his lower lip and he readily grants you access, a throaty groan leaving him when you suck on his tongue. Liquid heat courses through your veins when he nips at your lower lip, tongue flicking over it in apology. You moan, raw and needy. He likes that, if the chuckle and wicked grin is anything to go by. Picking you up so that your legs are wrapped around his waist, he walks over to a bed that definitely wasn’t there before.

He drops you on the bed, and then suddenly you’re both naked. Jaehyun leans over you, all lean muscles and golden skin. His cock hangs hard and flushed between his legs, and you have the urge to swallow him down. He groans, as if reading your mind, and then reaches to pump himself slowly, long fingers wrapped around the length. “Not now, little bird, not now. I have something else in mind.” With one gentle push to your shoulders, you’re lying flat on the bed, Jaehyun between your legs. His mouth hovers over your core, already wet and dripping despite not having been touched. He plays idly with the slick on your upper thigh, drawing random patterns into the flesh. His eyes are dark, and you could swear that they’re entirely black, no white visible. He peers curiously up at you from between your legs, watching your reaction as his fingers get closer and closer to where you want him. Your breathing picks up as arousal thrums through your body, center pulsing and aching for some sort of relief.

“May I have you?” His breath ghosts over your center when you speak, the sensation making you even needier.

You nod quickly. “Take it, fuck, you have all of me.” He grins, wasting no time in diving in. His tongue feels impossibly good, licking up your folds and circling over your clit. He leaves sloppy kisses along your core, one hand massaging your thigh and keeping you spread open. You cry out when his tongue pushes into you, his nose brushing your clit and sending sparks up your spine.

His tongue feels impossibly long, so good inside of you that you feel like you’re losing your mind. Your hips buck up desperately, riding his face to hell and back. One arm gets thrown over your stomach to keep you in place while two fingers from his free hand dip into your soaking core, curling into that spot immediately. Stars flash behind your eyes, one hand coming down to fist in Jaehyun’s hair. Your feet scramble frantically along his back, heels digging in in an effort to anchor yourself, toes curling at the sensations singing through you.

You feel your orgasm drawing closer, heat pooling in your center. You whimper brokenly as you try to chase after your high, grinding your hips along his tongue. He lets you, just holding his tongue flat out for you to ride.

You come like that, falling apart on his tongue, screams of his name falling from your lips. He works you through it, tongue gently licking along your folds, slurping up your arousal as if he hasn’t had a meal in weeks.

You lay there, boneless and whimpering weakly through the aftershocks until Jaehyun pulls away to kiss up your body. He licks into your mouth hotly, reminding you that he hasn’t come yet. You bat weakly at his chest, pushing him onto his back. “Your turn,”

He groans in appreciation at the view of you above him. “So perfect, little bird. I’m gonna have so much fun with your soul.”

This sentence freezes you in your spot. “What the fuck does that mean?”

Jaehyun meets your gaze, black eyes entrancing you. “That means, y/n, that I’m going to have your soul. You belong to me now, hmm?” One of his hands plays gently with a strand of your hair. “That’s what you agreed to earlier, no?”

“N-no.” You try backing away, but the inhuman voice from earlier is back, echoing everywhere, repeating his words over and over until you can’t take it anymore-

You wake with a gasp, hitting your head as you sit up. Your computer is still on your lap, episode fifteen playing. Fuck, you’ve only been asleep for forty five minutes. It’s not even three yet, and you don’t have to go to work until eight. Deciding there’s no way you’re falling back asleep, you get up and decide to bake.

Five hours later, your coworkers love you when you show up with containers of cinnamon rolls, five different types of cookies, and a coffee cake. Mark looks mildly worried.

“You okay? I haven’t seen you bake since high school.” You snap out of your thoughts and turn to face Mark. The look of concern on your best friend’s face is enough to make you feel guilty and you nod, forcing a smile onto your face.

“Yeah, I’m fine. Had a bad dream last night and couldn’t sleep, that’s all.” You respond, trying not to show how bothered you actually are.

“Wanna talk about it?” Mark leans forward over his desk, chin planted on his hand.

“No, it’s gonna sound dumb.” You whine, shaking your head. And it is dumb, even to you. You’re scared because you had a dream that some man ate you out and then told you he was going to take your soul?

“Well, you always sound dumb. Of course your dreams are gonna be dumb.” Mark laughs as you chuck a piece of cake at him, infectious laugh soothing you. You sigh.

Mark raises his eyebrows at you when you finish telling him your dream. “You’re scared because you had a wet dream? Damn, I’d be living in a nightmare if I was scared after every wet dream I’ve had.”

You kick him under the table. “Mark! It was really scary. He told me he was going to take my soul!”

Upon seeing that you’re actually freaked out, his face softens. “Look, y/n, you’ve got nothing to worry about. You probably just thought that he was hot, and your brain remembered his face and put it in a dream. I wouldn’t worry about it; what’s the worst he’s gonna do, haunt you?”

You give a shaky nod, agreeing. It’s not like something from your dreams could actually harm you. Mark reaches across the desk, taking your hand in his and giving a tight squeeze, warm brown eyes gazing at you openly. “And if something does happen, just remember that I’m your best friend. I’ll be here for you.”

“Thanks, Mark. Means a lot to me.”

He leans back in his seat. “Anytime, anyplace, anything. Triple A.”

You smile, raising an eyebrow. “Anything?”

His eyes go wide, taking in the glint in your eyes. “Within reason.”

“How about a sip of coffee?” You nod down at his cup, pasting a huge smile on your face.

“I did say within reason, so no.”

You huff. “I expected that.”

Although you don’t scare easily, it’s safe to say that you’re a bit unsettled tonight, especially after your nightmare last night. You find yourself jumping at every little noise, hand slamming the light switch on with your pulse racing every five minutes. This has been going on for an hour, and after a final sweep of your room reveals nothing, you decide that maybe a face mask will help you relax.

Your bathroom has two mirrors facing each other, which is normally a blessing when you do your hair, but tonight it does nothing but make you want to hide under your blankets.

Get a grip on yourself, you chastise, grabbing your phone and opening spotify. Maybe some music will help? You click on your Christmas playlist because what better way to cheer up than to think about your favorite holiday?

A mistake, really, because it seems that you’ve forgotten how creepy Santa is.

“He sees you when you’re sleeping, he knows when you’re awake,” Yikes. You stop that song in a hurry, feeling anything but comforted. No music then, noted.

You reach for your face wash, turning the sink on and waiting for the water to warm. You can’t help but glance in the mirror behind you every so often, paranoia getting the best of you. Man, you feel pathetic, worrying about monsters in your closet like you’re six and not twenty-six.

You wash your face quickly, hoping that your fears will wash away as well. No such luck.

You swear you see something move behind you after you dry your face off, but there’s nothing there. Shaking it off, you reach for your face mask, taking your time painting your face with the green clay.

It’s after your face is coated that you spot someone in the glass behind you. You scream, whipping around to come face to face with a man. Not just any man- Jaehyun.

Your heart thunders in your chest, eyes widening in fear. He seems to be in the mirror, copying your petrified expression mockingly.

“Hello, little bird.” He purrs, smirking lightly.

“Are you- are you in my mirror?” You’re in disbelief, mind struggling to comprehend this. First you spot him while in a weird trance, then in a dream, and now in your mirror? Maybe you’re having a quarter life crisis.

“No, I am not. Mirrors are just gateways to alternate dimensions. I’m merely using the mirror to visit you.” He says this like it’s common knowledge. It feels like your throat is made of sandpaper with how hard it is to choke out your words. “O-okay. I’m just gonna- yeah.”

You grab your phone from the counter and bolt, fumbling for your keys before jumping into your car and speeding off in the direction of Mark’s house. You call him, fingers fumbling on the screen. He goes to voicemail the first time, and your heart drops. “No, no, no,” you whisper frantically, calling again. He does pick up this time.

“Y/n? It’s the middle of the night.” His voice sounds gruff, and you feel guilty for waking him up. One glance in your rear view mirror reveals that Jaehyun is joining you on this ride, and you scream, car swerving violently to one side before you straighten it out.

“Where are we going, little bird?”

“Y/n? Are you okay?” Mark’s voice has lost its sleepy edge, taking on a concerned tone. He says your name again, more frantic.

“Yeah, I’m fine.” Your tires squeal as you make a turn, now only two blocks away. “Can I- can I come over? I really need to be with someone right now.”

“Of course, you know you’re always welcome. The door’s unlocked.”

You hang up, willing the tears in your eyes to not spill over. Finally arriving, you slam on the breaks and haphazardly pull next to a curb, yanking the key out of the ignition and sprinting to Mark’s house.

You lock the door behind you when you step inside, testing the handle as if a door could stop a mirror traveling demon or whatever the fuck Jaehyun was from coming inside. “Mirrors,” you mumble, reaching the stairs.

“Y/n? What’s-” Mark stands at the top of the stairs, one hand rubbing at his eyes. You cut him off, flying up the stairs.

“Mirrors, fuck. Mark, we need to cover the mirrors!” You breeze by his shocked figure, not noticing the way he turns to stare at you incredulously.

“What, why? Y/n, are you crazy?”

Ignoring him, you throw a towel over the mirror in his bathroom, ripping open a pack of bandaids to use as adhesive.

You throw another towel over the mirror in his bedroom, collapsing on his bed when you’re done and finally allowing yourself to sob.

“Y/n, hey, what’s wrong? Talk to me.” Mark, as gentle and caring as ever, comes over to sit next to you, one hand combing through your hair.

“I- don’t laugh at me.” You stare him straight in the eye, pleading with him. You know you’re going to sound crazy, but you’re praying that your best friend listens to you. He nods, urging you to go on.

“That- that man I saw in my dream and during whatever fucked up game Hyuck had us play? He was in my fucking mirror, Mark. I- the whole night, I had this feeling that I was being watched, and then I went into my bathroom and he was just there, and-” You’re hyperventilating at this point, fighting for every breath, tears clouding your vision. “He was in my car, in the rear view mirror-” Mark pulls you closer, enveloping you in his arms and allowing you to sob loudly into his chest. You cry for a few minutes, until you’re finally able to pull yourself together.

“Shh, it’s okay. You’ve had a rough week, I know. It’s okay, everything’s going to be okay.”

He wipes a tear away from your check, patting you lightly. “Why don’t you go wash this off, okay? We can watch a movie after.” He offers, and until that point, you’d forgotten you were wearing a face mask. You grimace at the green imprint on his black shirt, but he just chuckles. “I’ll go grab you some water in the meantime.”

Nodding, you garner up the energy to walk to his bathroom. It’s fine, the mirror’s covered, he can’t hurt you. You close the door just in case, wanting an extra level of protection

You rinse your face with cold water, hoping that it will clear your mind. You give your face a couple more splashes before drying off with a towel.

“You missed a spot on your forehead.” You freeze before looking around wildly. There’s no one around, which can only mean that Jaehyun can still see you. Swallowing, you start the water again, rubbing at your forehead.

“And your left cheek.” You rub at the skin, being way too harsh but you excuse it considering your situation. “No, your other left. My left.”

“Jesus,” You growl in annoyance, reaching up to rip the towel down. Sure enough, there’s a splotch of green on your cheek. Jaehyun’s nowhere to be found. Maybe I am losing my mind.

You finish rinsing the mask off, finding some face lotion buried in Mark’s drawer, screaming bloody murder when Jaehyun appears in the mirror again. “Looking for me?”

“No! Leave me alone!” You cry, head spinning. Jaehyun fakes a pout, holding a hand over his heart in mock hurt. Do demons even have hearts?

“Ouch, little bird. You don’t want to finish what we started the other night? When I had you moaning so pretty, so wet for me. I’m sure your pussy would take me so well, hmm?” Your heart rate kicks up again, but for a different reason this time. You almost moan, thinking about the dream.

Because he was right, you had been so wet. The want comes back full forces, slamming into you like a truck. You remember how needy you were, wanting to suck his cock so bad, wanting him to fuck you like there’s no tomorrow. All fear that you previously had is slowly disappearing, fading into lust.

The demon smiles knowingly. “Ah, little bird, so you do remember. Remember how you promised me that you’re mine?”

You nod, eyes glazing over. You’re wet, panties starting to stick to your throbbing core uncomfortably.

“Mmmh, I bet you’re already dripping for me. Just waiting for me to come out and fill you up.”

Hearing your name leave his lips sends a wave of arousal crashing through you so strong that your knees buckle, grabbing onto the counter for support. He chuckles, but whatever he’s about to say is cut off by Mark.

“What were you say-” Your best friend trails off, eyes wide as he observes the scene. You snap out of your haze at the interruption. His mouth parts in shock. “You really weren’t kidding, shit.” He laughs humorlessly.

Then, quick as lightning, he rears back and punches the mirror. You scream in surprise at the crack, shards falling to the floor.

You and Mark both stare at the broken shards of glass on the ground, gleaming under the lights. “Mark,” You start, trailing off once you realize you have nothing to say. He seems to understand, walking forward until he’s close enough to pull you into a hug. You feel tears start to slide down your cheeks, dampening the cotton of your best friends shirt. You hug him closer, burying your face into his broad chest. He wraps himself around you, and you let yourself be lulled into the sense of security that his larger frame brings you. A sense of security that vanishes once you hear a low chuckle that definitely does not belong to Mark.

You both scream, leaping backwards and away from the noise. Jaehyun stands there, just in front of the door, with a shit eating grin on his face. You cower behind Mark, who is wrapping a protective arm around you while simultaneously trying to hide behind you.

“I really must thank you for finally setting me free. Normally I have to wait for some asshole with a ouija board, but then there’s just so many other demons that I have to compete with. So I just stick to the dream world-” He pauses to wink at you for emphasis “-but this is so much more fun.” His eyes are black, and you can’t tell where he’s looking. Swallowing, you clutch onto Mark’s arm for dear life.

The demon seems to regard the two of you for a moment, before his amusement seems to grow. He begins to move forward.

“Ah, Mark Lee. Lovely name for a stupid boy. Didn’t you know breaking a mirror is bad luck?” By this point, you and Mark are flattened against the wall, while Jaehyun stands less than a foot away from the two of you. There’s nowhere to run. This is it, you think, this is how I die.

Jaehyun chuckles, turning to you. You lower your gaze to the ground; it hurts to make eye contact with him. “No, little bird. This isn’t how you die, don’t worry.”

Then he’s backing away from the two of you, motioning to follow him. The logical part of your brain is screaming not to, but you find yourself drawn to him, legs carrying you after him without your consent, Mark clutching your arm tightly as he walks next to you.

Jaehyun seems to know the layout of the house, leading you straight into Mark’s bedroom. The demon grabs a chair from the desk and spins it around, straddling it so that he’s facing the bed.

He motions lazily. “Go on now, have a seat. Get comfortable.”

You find yourself sitting down on the edge of the bed, following his words like marching orders. Mark sits about half a foot away from you. Jaehyun shakes his head. “No, no, no. That won’t do. I said to get comfortable, did I not?” He raises an eyebrow as if daring you to argue with him. “Go lay down at the head board.”

You crawl to the head of the bed, settling so that you’re on your side, facing the demon. Mark follows suit, pulling you close to him so that you’re spooning. Jaehyun lets out a pleased hum. “Much better. Aren’t you much more comfortable now?” Nodding, you realize that you actually are more comfortable. It’s not just the change of position, but the energy in the room as well. The demon is no longer giving off a threatening aura. It’s more relaxed, maybe even happy? He certainly looks more relaxed, probably as happy as a demon can get, if not a little smug.

Your body is pulsing with energy, and it takes you a moment to place what you’re feeling. The earlier need to run that you had felt has been replaced with another need, albeit further down. Your thighs clench as another surge of heat pulses through your core, and your face warms at the realization. Why now, of all times, are you horny?

Jaehyun’s grin broadens as he seems to sense your dilemma. “Oh, little bird, if only you knew. Tell me, what type of demon do you think I am?” He watches you curiously, black eyes staring into your soul.

You try to tilt your head towards Mark, but the position’s too awkward and you only catch a glimpse of the side of his face. He looks a bit flushed from what you can see, teeth digging into his plush bottom lip, teeth that you could easily replace with your own- you blink, dazedly. What the fuck? Sexual thoughts about your best friend? That’s a new one. Even if you’ve noticed that he’s hot, you’d never thought about him sexually. Now, though, you can feel the hardness of his dick against your ass, and you can’t help but think about how good he could fuck you.

“Incubus,” You finally manage, blinking rapidly to clear the haze of your vision. Jaehyun grins, looking genuinely surprised that you’d gotten it right.

“Good girl. Make a little sense now?” You nod, fighting a moan as Mark starts to rock against you, slowly, as if he’s unconsciously doing it. Jaehyun notices.

“How about you, Mark? You doing alright over there?”

Your friend, your best friend, buries his face in your neck and groans, deep and delicious. It sends another surge of heat through your body, the growing need between your legs pulsing pathetically. “What are you doing to us?” The words are growled behind you, vibrating against the skin where his lips are pressed.

“Oh no, Mark, I’m not doing anything to you. The only thing I can do to you is make you realize your desires. Your deepest, darkest fantasies? I make that happen. Finally being able to fuck the girl you’ve been in love with for years? I make that happen.” The words take a minute to register with you, but you stiffen when the meaning hits you. Mark Lee, in love with you? An unlikely story, bordering impossible.

The demon chuckles at your inner turmoil, rolling his eyes at how dumb humans can be. “You too, y/n. You love Mark, even if you won’t admit it. You let the idea that he was too good for you scare you away from him. Do you not remember how often you thought of him, late at night after first meeting him?”

You groan in protest, not because it’s not true, but because you do remember. It had been so long ago. When you hadn’t known Mark, had only known of him. You pull away from Mark, awkwardly pushing him to lay flat against the pillows while you clamber on top of him.

“Mark, is it true? Do you love me?” You hold his face between your hands, staring into his eyes. He meets your gaze, pupils blown and eyes half lidded. He nods as best he can.

“So, so much.” Mark’s voice comes out raspy, matching his flushed skin. You lean down to kiss him, uncaring of the other presence in the room. Mark moans when your lips make contact, hands pulling you to straddle him. Your eyelids flutter at the feeling of his clothed cock against your center, rocking your hips to try to ease the throb of your core. His hands fly to your ass, pulling and kneading at the flesh as he urges you into a harsher pace.

The kiss is rougher, needier now, open mouthed and panting. Mark’s got his tongue tangled with yours, sucking in such a way that sends waves of heat through you. You want him in you, any part of him really.

Jaehyun seems to agree, speaking up from right next to you. You jump, having forgotten he was there although he’s the reason you’re like this in the first place.

“Let’s get the show on the road. As much as I’m enjoying this, I think we’d all enjoy something else a little more.” The demon reaches for the hem of your shirt and you nod, raising your arms above your head to let him pull the garment off. Mark groans at the newly revealed skin, hands going to cup your breasts through the fabric of your bra. “Fuck,” He whines, staring in awe at your chest. He doesn’t waste time before leaning up to kiss along your cleavage, pulling the bra down to expose your breasts. Another set of hands unclasp the bra before traveling down your torso to rub circles into your hip bones, sliding your sleeping shorts and panties off at the same time. Jaehyun throws the shorts somewhere off the bed. He keeps the panties, a pleased sigh leaving him as he appreciates the ruined fabric.

“Fuck, little bird. You’re really enjoying this,” He comments, as if he isn’t a fucking lust demon that can sense these kinds of things. You don’t voice your thoughts, because Mark chooses this moment to suck a nipple into his mouth, nibbling and sucking on the sensitive skin so that all you can do is moan. “You’ve even ruined your panties. They’re soaked.”

He hands the strip of lace to Mark, who lets out a throaty groan at the sight. “You’re not getting these back.” He informs you, slipping the garment into his bedside drawer. You ignore him, instead tugging insistently at his shirt. He takes pity on you, grabbing the collar and yanking the baggy tee over his head.

You let your hands slide down his chest in admiration, feeling the hard lines of his muscles. You lick your lips at how broad his shoulders are, how strong he looks. Jaehyun doesn’t give you much time to enjoy the view, gliding two fingers along your slit before circling around your little nub. A cry of pleasure leaves you to mindlessly press your face into Mark’s collarbone, nipping and sucking the flesh until you’re sure you’ve left a bruise.

Jaehyun slips the two fingers into your aching core, curling and dragging them so well along your walls. Sparks of electricity flow through your veins, heat pooling in your center.

Mark groans from below you. Looking down, you see that you’ve unconsciously dug your nails into his hard chest in an effort to ground yourself. You remove your hands, only to spot little red half crescents littered over his skin. You rub your palms over the marks as if to soothe them, but it seems that the man wasn’t groaning from pain.

“Y/n” He sounds so fucked out, voice hoarse and raw even though hardly anything has happened yet. “You look so good like this, so perfect for me.” He brings one large hand up to cup your cheek, thumb delicately stroking over your cheekbone before moving down to trace your lower lip. You part your lips, letting him slide in before sucking around the digit, tongue curling around it as if it were his cock. His eyes darken a fraction, tongue coming out to wet his lips, swollen and kiss bitten.

You moan around the digit as Jaehyun adds a third finger, stretching your walls so pleasantly that you can’t help but buck your hips back for more. A whine forces its way out of your throat as the demon pulls his fingers out of you, leaving an empty ache between your thighs.

“Don’t you think it would be more fun if she was sucking on something a bit bigger than your finger, Mark?” The voice startles you, breath tickling your ear as he speaks. The man under you nods, swallowing thickly. Your eyes are drawn to the way his Adam’s apple bobs with the movement, and a gush of wetness pulses down below. Your thighs are probably covered in your arousal at this point.

You scoot down his body, trailing kisses and bites down his toned stomach. You take your time unzipping his pants, sucking a mark into the soft skin below his navel. He’s hard as a rock, and you moan in appreciation at the sheer size of him once you shimmy his jeans down his thighs.

“No underwear?” You ask, mouth curling up in a teasing smirk. He huffs out a laugh, propping himself up on his elbows so that he can watch. “No, ‘s too restricting.”

You lazily pump his dick, thumb flicking over the tip once or twice. You plan to tease him more, but then Jaehyun’s pushing your head down and you have no choice but to open your mouth wide, innocent eyes peeking up at Mark as you take his cock in your mouth. He’s so big that you can’t take him in all the way, keeping one hand curled around his cock to stroke what your mouth can’t reach. You let it get sloppy, using your spit to ease the glide until you’ve got a pleasant rhythm going. Mark replaces Jaehyun’s hands with his own, gathering strands of your hair in his palms and using that grip to control your pace. “F-fuck,” He lets out a shaky exhale, letting his head fall back against the pillows once he’s satisfied with the pace.

Jaehyun slaps your ass, a loud smack sounding throughout the room. You moan, pitching forward onto Mark’s cock and gagging as he hits the back of your throat. A strangled cry leaves the man above you, his hips thrusting even further into the tight, wet heat of your mouth.

The demon kneads your stinging flesh before using his grip on you to pull your hips up. “Good girl,” You keen under his praises, sticking your ass up even higher. The warm, wet pressure against your center has you faltering, moaning almost violently around Mark’s cock. He doesn’t seem to be having any complaints, the vibrations forcing a moan of his own out.

Your eyes roll up into your head as Jaehyun wraps his lips around your clit, sucking harshly. You’re sure you’d be screaming by now if Mark’s cock wasn’t halfway down your throat. You’ve given up sucking him off by this point, content to let the man fuck your mouth while Jaehyun sucks your fucking soul out from between your legs. It feels so good, not used to being the center of even one man’s focus, let alone two.

Mark eases you off of his cock after you accidentally bite him, using your spit to ease the slide as he lazily fucks up into his loose fist. You rest your head on his thigh, alternating between moaning wantonly and mouthing messily against the skin as you feel your orgasm approach.

Jaehyun pulls away at the last second, and you whine loudly as your orgasm is cut off. The feeling of frustration leaves you close to tears, and you jiggle your ass in hopes that it will regain his attention. It does momentarily, as Jaehyun lands a harsh smack on the flesh, but he pulls away again.

“Mark,�� The man in question looks up, hand freezing on his dick as if waiting for Jaehyun’s orders. And fuck, what a sight that would be: your normally brash and confident friend being so pliant and submissive to a near stranger… You blink out of it, feeling mildly ashamed even in your current state. Luckily, Jaehyun interrupts your thoughts. “I’m feeling generous today, so I’ll let you go first. You’ve been waiting long enough for this, anyway.”

Mark nods eagerly, pulling you into a desperate kiss. You paw at every inch of skin you can reach, searching for a release from the ache inside of you. Your wish is granted when he hooks two fingers in your soaking cunt, groaning at how wet you are. He scissors you open quickly, hissing at how tight you feel.

“Ready, angel? Want my cock?” The pet name has you moaning, though it draws a low chuckle from Jaehyun, who’s watching from his position next to Mark.

“Hurry up, already. Need you in me, ‘ve waited so long.”

Mark lights up at this, smile stretching his features. He looks so breathtaking in this moment, skin glowing and flushed, hair mussed up, eyes blown wide and half lidded.

“I’m yours,” He breathes, leaning up for one last kiss. His hands slide down to your hips, pulling you forward so that you’re hovering above his thick cock. “Ride me baby.”

“I’d love to.” Reaching one hand down to position him at your entrance, you start to lower yourself down. Of course, Jaehyun chooses this exact moment to stop you. He truly is the spawn of Satan.

“Little bird, hold on just a second. I found something of interest in the back of Markie’s brain.” You cringe as he mocks your earlier nickname for the man. “What’s this I’m seeing, Mark? You like it up the ass?” His tone is teasing, but Mark groans in embarrassment. His face has gone an alarming shade of red by this point. “N-no,” He tries to deny, sputtering excuses but Jaehyun cuts him off with a press of a finger to his lips. “Oh, Mark, don’t get shy on me now. It’s a perfectly fine thing to like. Little bird, you’ll get your turn in a minute. You,” He snaps his fingers at Mark. “Come here. Kneel up, just like that. Perfect.” He appraises Mark’s ass for a moment, hands moulding the flesh before slipping a finger in. Mark’s eyebrows furrow, and you shoot up in alarm. “Doesn’t he need lube?”

Jaehyun looks at you, surprised that you care, before chuckling. “I can produce lube. Perks of being a lust demon.” Winking at you, he returns his focus to Mark. You can’t see what he’s doing, but the pure pleasure present on your best friends face has you clenching your thighs together, waves of need crashing through you. If you thought he looked good before, he looks absolutely gone now. Breathless groans are leaving him now, eyelids fighting to stay open as he sinks down on the others fingers. You watch him, mesmerized, before shuffling over to him.

“How close are you?”

He forces his gaze down to you. “Kind of- nngh- close, w-why?”

Wrapping a hand around his base lightly, you start stroking. “Will you come if I blow you?”

He moans, a punched out sound that takes you by surprise. “Fuck, yes, I’ll definitely come if you blow me.” You pout in disappointment. Upon seeing your crestfallen expression, he continues. “Maybe we c-can- oh, yes- figure something out. Jaehyun,” He turns his head back behind him, struggling to get the words out between moans. “Can I eat y/n out?”

There’s just something so hot about Mark asking for permission from someone else that you can’t help the whimper that escapes you. Jaehyun must nod, because then you’re being laid back, Mark settling between your thighs. He’s sucking sweet kisses into your core almost immediately, pulling your legs over his shoulders to give him better access. You’re letting out sharp cries of pleasure the whole time, eyes fighting the urge to roll back in your head in favor of watching Mark between your legs. A particularly well placed flick of his tongue has your hips rolling against his face, grasping the sheets in your hand as your mind blanks. The pleasure climbing through your system is insane, threatening to burn you from the inside out.

It only gets better once Mark starts moaning, his sinful mouth sending sweet vibrations traveling up your core. You manage to catch sight of Jaehyun behind him, kissing wetly along his shoulders and neck, features curving into a smirk once he notices you watching him.

“Little bird likes this, hmm? Like watching another man pleasure your boyfriend while he pleases you?” You hum, unable to tear yourself away from his gaze, unable to even think, letting his boyfriend comment slide. Whereas before it hurt to look directly into his eyes, you now find yourself getting lost in his dark orbs. It’s like a drug, your pleasure being amplified by the man, demon, whatever in front of you.

You finally break eye contact, head falling back against the mattress as Mark draws you closer and closer to your peak. Burying one hand in his hair, you use the leverage to grind your core against his face, chasing your sweet release. “C-close, Mark, please-” You don’t know what you’re begging for at this point. It’s too much but not enough at the same time. Jaehyun saves you from having to decide by cruelly ripping your orgasm away from you, again, dragging Mark’s face away from your pussy.

A few tears slip down your face at this point, frustration reaching its peak. Jaehyun wipes the tears away, laughing lowly. “Don’t worry, you’ll get what you desire soon.”

He must pull out of Mark, because your friend whimpers before seeming to realize what he just did and clears his throat uncomfortably.

“Mark, would you like to fuck our little bird now?” Mark nods, tongue flicking out to wet dry lips.

Jaehyun smirks. “Good. On your back. Y/n, ride him.” You don’t have to be told twice. You scramble onto your knees, wasting no time in straddling Mark before dropping yourself down on him. You both moan in satisfaction, you at finally being filled and Mark at your tightness. You have to brace both hands on his chest, almost collapsing at the overwhelming relief you feel. Beyond the burn of the stretch, his cock filling you up so nicely, there’s a sweet pleasure, a satisfaction.

You don’t wait very long to adjust, grinding your hips in smooth circles before lifting yourself off of him and dropping yourself back down. You quickly start a rhythm of you bouncing on his cock, eyes rolling at how fucking big he feels in you.

Mark’s hands are locked in a vice grip on your ass, fingers digging into the supple flesh and using his grip to urge you into a faster pace.

Jaehyun decides to join, coming up behind you to kiss at your neck, one hand reaching up to your mouth. “Suck,” He commands, slipping two fingers past your willing lips. You do, hollowing your cheeks and slurping around the digits, wishing that it was his dick. He hums behind you, bringing the wet digits down to your entrance, finding your clit with ease and rubbing fast circles into the little nub. You moan even louder now, feeling yourself speed towards your climax. You’ve been on edge for too long, you can’t hold on anymore.

“You close, little bird? Going to come on Mark’s cock? Gonna make him fill you up, pound into that dirty cunt?” His words get to you, your head falling back against his shoulder once more.

“Yes, yes! Oh, please, please-” He cuts off your mindless rambling by pulling you in for a kiss, one that you melt into. This is the first time he’s kissed you, and you’re quite upset that you hadn’t kissed him earlier. It’s a hot kiss, lots of tongue and teeth. It heightens your pleasure immensely, and you can’t stop kissing him. You suck on his tongue filthily, and oh, he must like that if the resulting groan is anything to go by. Even when he goes to pull away, you won’t let him, one hand fisting in his hair to keep him close. He seems to be speeding up your release, if that were even possible. Your mind feels hazier now, every sensation heightened, core screaming for release. You feel your orgasm twisting painfully at your insides, pulsing before finally exploding. The intensity of it rips a scream out of your throat, nails scratching across Mark’s chest as Jaehyun licks even deeper into your mouth, drinking up the noises you make.

When you come down, Mark is still thrusting desperately up into you, though he stops at the demons command. “From behind,” You hear Jaehyun say, but everything’s hazy at this point. Your mind is still fuzzy from your orgasm, and it’s like watching through a screen. Like you’re high, though you hadn’t had anything the whole day.

Mark manhandles you into position, hands and knees with your ass raised high in the air. He leaves one gentle kiss on your shoulder blade before relentlessly pounding into you, cock hitting even deeper in this position. Jaehyun kneels in front of you, pulling your face in towards his cock. You moan around him as he slips inside, mouth not quite burning at the stretch like Mark, though the demon still has you gagging. His cock has the same effect on you as his kisses did, and you feel addicted. You’re slurping and sucking and moaning around him, not wanting the intense pleasure to stop. You barely hear the kissing above you, taking far too long to register that Jaehyun has pulled Mark into a messy kiss above you. The image has you moaning even more wantonly, ass pushing back against Mark.

The kiss seems to have a similar effect on the man, because then he’s slamming into you at an even more relentless rate, moans higher and more frequent before he’s coming with a shout, finally filling you up. Your core pulses again at the feeling, and you suck at Jaehyun’s dick with renewed vigor. His hands fist in your hair, keeping you still so that he can fuck your mouth as hard as he wants. You relish in the feeling of your throat being fucked raw, spit dripping out of your mouth and down his cock. He lets out a deep groan, hips slamming deep one last time as he finishes. His cum seems to ignite a fire within you, because you’re coming almost simultaneously with him, despite not even being touched.

You collapse afterwards, dragging yourself to Mark and letting him drape himself over you. You let yourself drift off to sleep, sated and still riding the high.

The demon kisses each of you one last time, drinking in the last remaining parts of your soul, watching as the two humans take their last breaths. “Thanks for the meal, lovelies.” He chuckles, petting your head almost affectionately before walking out into the night sky, not sparing a single glance back.

#mark smut #mark lee smut #jaehyun smut #jung jaehyun smut #nct smut #nct 127 smut #nct dream smut #kpop smut #super m smut #nct u smut #gonna delete any asks abt bts or the old blog so pls dont send any lol #not for bad reasons or anythnig i just dont have anything to say abt them #ummm ok i did edit this but it was originally jin and hoseok so if you see their names that's an accident my b #anyways enjoy kdjsnfj

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apocalypticgargoyle · 3 years

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𝙏𝙃𝙀 𝙀𝙉𝘿. ҂ 𝙙𝙧𝙚𝙖𝙢

request:

Hi!! Idk if you’re taking requests rn lol but I was wondering if you can write a clay imagine? It can be smut or anything lol

pairing: dream x fm!reader

warnings: nsfw (18+ minors dni), smut, calling dream clay, cliche apocalypse au, blood, kinda sad ngl

word count: ~3000

links: ao3

a/n: Hi everyone. I have no idea what this is, but if you like it let me know! I was struggling with coming up with something for dream but here we are on a crackpot tangent. N E WAY, thank you for all your support and requests! Have a great week and happy reading ♡ ᵍᵉⁿᵉ

Soapy bubbles clung to your arms as you pressed your hands into the hot water, sighing as you reached the bottom of the sink. You didn’t care about the murky discoloration of the water from the stack of dishes you had just polished off. You attempted to let the stress of your day roll off your shoulders to mix into that same water. Call it a baptism, but the solace you got standing before the sink, pouring your emotions into the dark, louring water was comparable to nothing. The radio buzzed with slight static as the station attempted to break through the heavy interference.

That was until three long pulses echoed over the station, making your skin crawl as if an unseen force were intruding on your alone time. You stood up straighter, water dripping down your arms and splashing on the linoleum floor beneath you as you listened to the grizzled news broadcaster read from an obviously unedited announcement. The world outside of your apartment seemed to still, silence echoing through the streets where shrilling sirens lived only moments before.

“Breaking news… NASA has just verified that the mystery asteroid is, in fact, in danger of crashing into the Earth… As of this moment-” His voice cut out, your radio buzzing into static. In a panicked effort, you vaulted across your kitchen, slipping on the dishwater in the process as you tumbled to the ground. Before the pain could set in, you climbed to your feet, smacking your hand atop of the radio. It finally crackled back to life as you twisted at the dials feverishly. “... three days. To repeat, there is a countdown on the NASA website… take shelter when the time nears.”

Your ears rang alongside the three pulses to indicate the message was over. You were in denial, figuring there was no way this asteroid was actually going to obliterate the Earth. Surely, it was a joke. Everyone had been making memes of the space rock since it was picked up on NASA’s radar a month prior. Surely, this was just a test.

You waited for the city to come back to life, but everything remained still. After everything you’d all been through in the last year, an asteroid was going to be the end.

A sharp and urgent knock hammered against your door, making you jump a few feet in the air. Before you could move to see who it was, the person was already through the threshold. You peered around the corner of the kitchen and down the hall, your gaze meeting a pair of dark green irises. Clay’s towering figure stalked toward you, his eyes brimming with tears and panic. He pulled you into his embrace rather hurriedly, as if he’d been itching to wrap around you before he broke down.

The hint of cologne clouding the air around the two of you suggested that he was on his way out. As your hands followed their muscle memory to grip onto his clothes, he dug his face into the crook of your neck. It was becoming clear that even if you weren’t responding to your best friend’s need, he was going to take it from you.

He pulled away from you slightly. Your mind had gone completely silent as he looked at you, his attention struggling to focus on one part of your face. Your body felt numb and your tongue had gone dry. His gaze traveled towards the ground and he stepped back slightly, worry spreading across his features as he clamped his hand around your forearm.

“Why are you bleeding? What happened?” His voice cracked slightly as he dug into the drawer beside you to find a towel. You furrowed your brows before finally catching sight of the blood seeping from your arm and between his fingers. His hand was large enough that it nearly served as its own bandage.

He tugged you behind him towards your bathroom. “I fell…” You mumbled, your mind now racing with questions. Why couldn’t you feel the cut? Or his hands? He pushed you upwards to sit on the bathroom counter, his crimson hands shaking slightly as he rinsed them off. Your fingers tightened around the towel holding your wound together. As he focused on the task before him, he seemed to calm down ever so slightly. He rolled his head on his shoulders and took a deep breath to steady himself as fished through your First Aid kit.

“I was on my way to Nick’s and I heard the news. I’m…” He brought his arm up slightly to brush away a few tears against his shoulder. He pulled open a package with his teeth. You watched him carefully as he worked to clean you up. His blond locks hung over his eyes, curling around his ears and twisting about as he focused and you could almost hear his mother’s voice telling him he needed a haircut.

Your chest ached. “Clay, I think I’m having some kind of a breakdown,” you mumbled, your own eyes prickling with tears as he looked up at you quickly. Usually, you were the one that kept it together. It had been like that since the two of you were teenagers. Despite the fact that Clay’s tall, muscular stature gave off the appearance of an intimidating being. In actuality he always let his emotions get the best of him, leaving you in charge of being the rational one.

But as he patched up your arm and struggled not to fall apart, the reality was settling in to weigh heavily on your shoulders.

He began to talk softly to you---much like you usually did for him---making sure his touches were delicate and slow. While his hands were coarse from years of football and building decks with his dad in the summers when the two of you were younger, they were so tender when dealing with you. He cradled you as if you would break at the slightest flex of his finger.

“Why didn’t you just go to Nick’s?” You asked him once he’d finished bandaging your arm and had begun rewashing his hands. The scarlet water in the sink looked almost surreal after you’d been staring so long at the caliginous dishwater. He rested his hands on the edge of the sink, his eyes flashing up to look at himself in the mirror before chewing on the inside of his cheek.

Your hand traveled up his arm, his skin warm beneath your touch as you tugged on his bicep to bring him closer to you. He moved to wrap you in his embrace once again, his breath melding into your hair as his fingers closed around the fabric of your shirt. “I’d rather spend the end of the world with you,” he barely whispered, pressing a kiss to your shoulder softly.

You pulled away from him gently, his forehead moving to rest against your own. One of his hands moved to brush into your hair, his fingers finding purchase against your neck. The familiar smell of smoky vanilla and sage seeped into your mind at his closeness. You thought about your first kiss shared in “the name of science,” after you turned fourteen. Clay had been so awkward in his body at that time; his hair shaggy, stretch marks along his knees from his growth spurt, and a growing realization that you were in fact, a member of the opposite sex.

The Clay before you, even in his state of anguish and anxiety, stood with a cockiness that that Clay couldn’t have even dreamt of. His thumb glossed over your jaw, his eyes cast down as if his mind was wreaking havoc on his movements. Cautiously, you leaned towards him, sealing the space between the two of you as your lips pressed against his. The air of catastrophe seemed to dissipate around you as he pulled you tighter against him. The taste of mint and a faint whisper of fruit from the gum he always chewed blended against your tongue. Your arms moved to wrap around his waist, wanting him pressed to you as close as he could be.

He wrapped his hands around your thighs, pulling you up and into his arms as he made his way to your bedroom. As your back hit the mattress, Clay’s lips were back on yours, your fingers slipping beneath the hem of his shirt to tug the fabric over his head. You sighed as he hesitated before nipping at the skin of your collarbones, his tongue ghosting against any mark that formed on your skin from his teeth. You drove your hands into his hair, your fingers locking around the slight curls forming. He pushed your shirt off and you wiggled out of your sweatpants.

His hips dug into yours, the friction bringing a lazy smile to your face as you bit your lip. You tugged on his hair, making him moan into your ear to mix with his motions. “I want you, Clay,” you stated, your voice falling from your lips in a slightly deeper tone, your breathing uneven with passion. He moved to look into your eyes, pausing for a moment before his hand slid between your waistband and your hip to remove your underpants. It was clear that even as the timer clicked away the minutes the two of you had together, you wanted to savor him. If the world ended now as the two of you were in each other’s embrace, you would be fulfilled.

He smirked slightly at your words, his lips finding your neck once again. “You have no idea how long I’ve been wanting to hear that,” he moaned, pressing a kiss behind your ear. He slunk down to press his lips against your stomach, moving slowly up your body to bury his face in your hair, grinding his hips against yours. You fought not to roll your eyes as you hooked your fingers through his belt loops, pulling his pants off. He pressed his lips against yours, humming into the kiss as you wrapped your leg around one of his. You slipped your tongue into his mouth, grinding against him.

As Clay pushed himself into you, your whole body relaxed as if he were made for you. He dug his face into the crook of your neck, letting you adjust to him. You hummed slightly, taking your bottom lip between your teeth as he began to move. He gripped the edge of the mattress beside your head as he leaned his weight on his forearm, the angle bringing your thigh to rest against his side. You wrapped your arm around his shoulder, bringing your hips up to move with his. “You’re so beautiful…” he mumbled, his lips brushing against your collarbones again as his thrusts into you became deeper.

You began to feel every inch of him in you as his hips ground against yours. Clay’s lips left yours to press against your jaw and your ear, one of his hands interlocking with yours, binding the two of you further together in the act. It was his carefulness of your forearm that sent a shock wave through your body as you were bitterly reminded that instead of a lifetime of cherishing moments like this, the two of you were cursed into his disaster arc.

His hand pressed into the mattress, fingers curling around the sheets as you pulled him down to you again, his lips melding to yours. You groaned, finding your sweet spot as he did so, making him pick up his pace. His other hand pressed against the side of your neck, bringing your skin closer to his lips as he pressed open mouth kisses to the landscape of your neck, thrusting into you and making the tension in your body tighten with pleasure. Your arms moved to wrap around Clay’s torso, pressing your lips against his shoulder as he moved. Your toes curled as you finally reached your orgasm, calling out his name and feeling him release as well, riding out your pleasure.

As you laid beside him, he played with your fingers, the quietness between the two of you nearly comforting. There was almost the question of “what now” hanging in the air.

A knock came at your door once again, your heart dropping slightly at who the person could be. You shot a look to Clay before pulling on one of the discarded shirts and your shorts from earlier. Your apartment was cold after being in bed with Clay, the air nipping at your skin and sending a shiver down your skin. Out of the corner of your eye, you noticed the billboard beside your window had the countdown displayed in heavy red numbers. You swallowed your uneasiness and opened your door.

Nick stood before you, his eyebrows slightly perked at---what you could only assume---your unkempt appearance. He wet his lips briefly. “Dream’s here right?” He asked, peering over your head a bit. You silently opened your door completely, letting him inside. Clay came out of your bedroom, tugging a hoodie over his head that he had previously shoved in one of your drawers. As Nick eyed him, it seemed like he’d forgotten whatever serious matter he needed Clay for. Instead of the skittish expression, Nick’s face twisted into a knowingly smug quip.

Clay ran his fingers through his hair, moving down the hallway and into your kitchen. “What’s up?” He queried Nick. You followed the two of them as Nick began to ramble about the end of the world.

Your chest tightened at his words as you took a seat at your kitchen counter. Clay uncapped a beer, leaning on the marble across from you. “There’s a bunker nearby. It belongs to some random old guy but I know some people who can get us a spot,” Nick muttered almost as if he were worried your neighbors would hear and sabotage his plans. He looked between the two of you quickly. “I think it’s worth a shot.”

You watched Clay closely as he thought, his expression nearly blank due to his somberness. You could practically hear the clock ticking away outside as the red light began to seep into your apartment. Clay chewed the inside of his cheek. “What do you think?” He asked, suddenly breaking the deafening silence and turning to you. “I wanna go where you go.” He looked almost like a child as he said this, but you were grateful he wanted to be with you in the end.

You tore your eyes from him, focusing on the ring forming in your sink from the dishwater that you hadn’t had the opportunity to drain. Your mind raced with the possibility that Nick was offering. “What’s the worst that can happen? We’re dying anyway, right?” You responded wearily.

And that’s how you found yourself packed into an underground shelter, Clay’s body pressed against yours as nameless people crowded the dense area. Nick huddled against the two of you, the asteroid’s timer serving as a foreboding heartbeat as it reminded you all that these were the last moments of your life. Clay’s arm tightened around your shoulders as you buried your face in the softness of his sweatshirt. Your legs were going numb from sitting on the ground with your knees folded to your chest, but you didn’t dare move from his grasp. Nick’s side dug into your own as he attempted to shrug away from the hysterical woman beside him whispering to herself.

Only the mumbling of prayers and lamenting sobs broke up the lulling music playing over a small Ham radio resting on a bookshelf in the corner. The tune reminded you of an eerie scene in a movie from the ‘60s. As the song faded, a newscaster began to discuss the timer, wishing that everyone was with loved ones and had spent the last of their money.

And then the final ten seconds came. Your fingers threaded with Clay’s as he pressed a lasting kiss to your forehead.

“... Nine. Eight…”

Nick leaned into you. The two of you had never really been close, but on your journey to the bunker, he'd become a companion to you just as much as he was Clay's.

“... Seven. Six…”

You let your mind travel to your past, prom in particular. When Clay shut the skirt of your dress in his passenger door by accident. You were so mad at him for finding humor in the situation.

“... Five. Four…”

You thought about the week prior when you were considering skipping a lecture because you were tired. What you wouldn’t give to go back to the simplicity of problems like that.

“... Three. Two…”

You hugged Clay tighter to you, hoping that if you both got blasted into whatever kind of eternity was waiting, you’d land at the same time.

“... One.”

Everyone seemed to hold their breath, even the newscaster. The silence was painful as you all waited.

Clay and Nick moved quickly, looking around the room. You furrowed your brows at them, your grip tightening around the front of Clay’s sweater. “Do you hear that?” Clay stated, his voice coming out rushed. Nick nodded, watching as the rest of the men in the bunker began to talk amongst themselves. You couldn’t hear anything, worry settling.

“What?” You asked, barely above a whisper.

Clay pushed himself to sit up away from the wall, dragging you up with him. “How can you not hear that?” He urged mildly. Fear began to pick at your nerves as you noticed the same reactions filling the shelter. Nick stood up, following some of the other guys who heard whatever they were talking about. Clay slipped from your grasp. “I’ll be right back,” he muttered and you grabbed his hand. His eyes flashed a different color as he looked at you.

A few of the women followed the group, attempting to get their companion’s attention before one of them opened the shelter door.

#dream x fem!reader #dream x reader #dream x you #dream smut #apocalypse #college au #dream fluff #dreamwastaken x reader #dreamwastaken scenario #dreamwastaken fluff #dreamwastaken au #tw angst

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imaslutforremusandsirius · 3 years

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Foolish girl

Warning: 18+

Rushed and random, have fun lovely ppl, might make a part 2 idk yet

Please don’t be offended if i dont inlclude you on a taglist, bc i really have no clue how that works, so i decided to note make one lmao

You’re standing infront of the entrace of Grimmauld Place. You hadn’t seen Regulus in weeks now, too scared to ask Sirius why he wasn’t showing up in school. But you couldn’t take it anymore, you needed to know. Just as you were about to knock, the door opened, Regulus standing in the doorway. Your hand hovered midair, surprised. Regulus looked tired, dark circles under his eyes, mouth in a thin line. He scanned your face with an unreadable expression , before he breathed out, opening the door further. Stepping inside you followed him up the staircase, right into his room.

No words were spoken, when you took a seat on his bed, placing your bag on the floor. He stood with his back to you, looking out of the massive window. The candles made his face glow, dark cicles even more prominent in the dim, orange light.

His voice was hoarse when he spoke, as if he hadn’t spoken in days. “Do you need something?”

Getting up from your position you stood behind him, shaking your head. He was watching you from the reflection on the window, a solemn expression on his elegant face.

“Did Sirius send you?”

You shook your head again, eyes apologetic. He still hadn’t recovered from Sirius leaving him on his own. He dropped his head, an unamused puff of air escaping his nose. He murmured something under his breath, making the door slam shut, before his hand shot out, gripping your throat to slam you against the window right infront of him. His eyes were icy, a shiver running down your body at the tight grip of his long fingers.

“Do you really want to be here while I’m in this state?”

Your voice trembled as you spoke, “What state?”

He gave you a forced smile, lips curling to show his teeth. “What state? I’m thinking about beating you bloody. About taking away your ability to breathe. About slicing you with my wand.”

Your breath hitched, pulse quickening. You wanted to say something, anything. “Reg-”

His hands pressed harder. “I didn’t ask for your opinion.”

You clamped your mouth shut again, forcing yourself to hold eye contact.

“I want to fuck you. I want to taste your blood. I want to fuck your mouth. I want to ruin you for everyone else.”

He let you breath again and you gasped at the weight of his confession rather than the lack of air, heart heavy with an indescribable feeling.

“I’m gonna hurt you more than I will make you happy. My love isn’t pleasant. Do you understand?”

He crossed his arms behind his back, face guarded again.

“Yes, Regulus.”

Pressing his hips to yours he brushed his lips on your forhead gently, whispering. „Foolish girl, you should have never come here.“

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“Don’t tell me that you can’t take more, you filthy girl.”

Regulus was relentlessly making you cum, he didn’t care how, as long as you came. On his fingers, on his lips, on his cock, on his toys. He simply wanted to see you cry out with pleasure, wanted you to make him forget about his life for a second. Wanted to see your skin break with the sharpness of his teeth.

“I can’t I cant please don’t-”

Regulus, frowned. “Yes you can, pet. Now be good and cum.”

You cried pathetically as you came for the third time this night. Tremors made you shake all over as you writhed, trying to get away from Regulus’ hands.

“That was it? Oh no, little girl, you can cum better than that!”

You balked at that, recoiling but he grabbed you by your hips pulling you up on your knees to fuck you from behind. Sliding in with one trust he pounded without mercy, not giving you time do adjust. He was consumed with the feel of your skin against his own, leaning over your back to bite at the skin between your shoulderblades. The bite left an imprit of his sharp canines, the skin slightly breaking under the force as you cried out in pain, which turned into pleasure instantly as you accidentally pushed back against his cock.

“Mmm that’s it, fuck my cock...”, Regulus groaned, kissing your throat. without warning his hand came down hard on your tits and you came again, losing your voice while you screamed for mercy.

“Mercy, Reg please, I can’t!”

“I warned you ah- don‘t expect me to stop now. Take. It. Like a good. Girl.” He fucked you with every word, nails digging into the skin of your belly, hands pushing against the forming buldge.

Pulling you up by your tangled hair he pressed your back against his chest, hands pressing on your throat. You dug your nails into his arms as you tried to pry his hands away, but he kept pressing harder.

„You breathe when I let you.“

With that he shoved you down again, hands on your clit and you came for the fifth time in a row. He pulled out dragging yoour head to hang off the bed and put his cock in your parted mouth, pushing in until his heavy balls rested on your chin. You choked, pushing against his thighs but he paid you no mind.

„Filthy girl, drooling all over my cock“, he sneered, „I can see me all the way down your throat.“

Hands snaking between your open legs he pushed his middle and ring finger inside and fucked your sore cunt, raw with all the orgasm he gave you before. Youwere hurting, tears dripping down your flushed cheeks, voice breaking as you sobbed. Pleading to let you rest.

He pushed into you one last time before he cursed and came down your throat, fucking your mouth full of his hot cum. The feeling overwhelmed you and you came again, mewling around his cock, body curling to protect itself.

Regulus pulled you up by your hair, pushing his forehead against yours as he panted and watched you swallow. Smirking breathlessly he pressed a kiss on your mouth for the first time that night.

„Don‘t think I‘m done with you yet.“

#regulus x you #regulus black smut #regulus black

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eddiesfaerie · 3 years

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Midnight Snack

Summary: You get hungry at 4am. Sackler makes you something to eat. (1.1k words) ao3 link here

Warnings: none really, this is like semi-erotic if you squint. reader is high, fluff, a kiss?

@worm800: how about some pre-confession intimacy between reader and sackler as besties? ……perhaps a first kiss? tucking their hands beneath the other person’s shirt, just to watch them break the kiss and gasp in surprise at the sensation of warm hands on their skin. a tentative kiss 😳 if you can find a way to integrate that with sitting on the counter while sackler makes dinner? maybe a midnight snack? hehe idk i feel like you see where i’m going.

hi my love. i hope this has satisfied your beautiful heart and is something you can live in a little today. sorry it took so long but i think im happy with how it turned out <3333

Maybe you’re high. Okay not that high just like, buzzed. Point is, you feel good, really good. And you’re sitting on the kitchen counter while Adam makes you both a modest midnight snack at your request.

Mac’n’cheese.

You don’t know why that was what you wanted, it just called out to you. Thankfully he had one leftover, possibly outdated box in his pantry. He says he doesn’t eat that shit anymore but he’s tasting it along the way, making sure it’s actually edible.

You're swinging your legs as you watch him fumble around, giggling occasionally. His lanky, long, stupidly strong and muscled body move around his kitchen, obviously tired, laced with the promise of sleep.

But you demanded food, and he was sort of hungry too.

He finally hands you a bowl of cheesy pasta and you eat it happily, so fucking happily. God, this is probably the best mac’n’cheese you’ve ever had.

“I’m not even that high.” You admit, trying to convince him. And maybe yourself. You place your bowl to the side on the counter top once you’re done.

“Oh yeah?” He asks, quirking an eyebrow and sparing you a side glance from his own bowl.

“Mmmhhhm.” You nod, swinging your legs absentmindedly.

Sackler laughs goofily. You love when he laughs like that, from his gut. “Then why can't you stop fucking giggling, kid?”

You blow an obnoxiously loud raspberry, one followed by your own booming laughter. Had you really been giggling that much? I mean, you’re giggling now but -

Sackler launches himself at you, hand clasping over your mouth quickly to stifle your laughter. “SShhhhhh! Its fucking four am.”

You shove his hand away from your mouth, rolling your eyes at him.

“Like you care about being quiet.” You scoff.

He doesn’t answer you, instead his hand lowers and rests next to your thigh. He can’t help but notice the meat and flesh of your leg spreading out over the counter top. He could just grab it if he really wanted to. Which he does, he does want to.

He’s… he’s kind of close to you. He’s kind of standing in between your thighs right now. When did he get that close?

You’re just in some sleep shorts - some very fucking tiny sleep shorts - and a shirt that used to be his but you think you stole it byaccidentonpurpose several months ago now. He knew you took it but he liked it better on you anyways so, yeah. He let you keep it. Now it smells like you.

And he’s staring. Peering at you with those big brown, stupid doe eyes of his. Has he always looked this much like a deer?

“You look like Bambi.” You mumble, letting the words tumble straight from your brain and out past your loose lips. His closeness becomes too comforting too fast, like it could lull you to sleep if he were to just sweep you up in his arms. You bet he’s warm.

You reach out to him, absentmindedly and - shit. He’s shirtless. Wait, you knew that. He’s been shirtless for hours. A lethal combination of a humid summer night, a boiling city, and a stupid broken air conditioner.

Fingertips graze flesh, you let them run from freckle to freckle along the wide expanse of his pectorals. Fuck he’s huge.

“S-Sorry, I didn’t mean-” You pull away.

“S’okay.” He grumbles, doing that thing with his bottom lip, where he like, sucks it in like he’s going to say something but lets it die on his tongue and then swallowing it whole.

You look up at him when he grabs your hands in his, bringing them back to his chest. You lay your palms flat on his skin and you swear you can feel his heart through his chest, beating like a fucking stallion. Shit, maybe that’s your own pulse, you can’t tell.

Sackler sucks in a sharp breath, eyes twinkling in the low light of the kitchen. “Your hands are hot… like warm, they're really warm I mean.”

You giggle, “I know dummy, it’s fucking hot in here.”

“Want a gatorade?”

“Mmhmm.” You nod your head, biting your lip.

He moves from your body to the fridge and you pout. You watch him, his muscles contort as he leans down, craning to peer into the fridge like a giraffe. You like his back, you like how wide it is, how effortlessly strong he is. Those little shorts he wears that show off so much of his thighs, barely covering his ass like the slut he is-

“What flavour?” He calls out.

You don't think about it too hard. “Blue.”

Sackler chuckles, shutting the fridge behind him and settling himself between your thighs again. You smile while you watch him unscrew the cap.

“Blue flavour.” He repeats quietly, you both laugh.

You try to take the open bottle from him but he holds it away from you, mumbling a quiet ‘let me’. So you settle your arms by your sides, letting him bring the rim of the bottle to your lips. You part your mouth open for him. He slowly tilts it, letting the sweet blue liquid filter past your lips and onto your tongue.

He watches you swallow.

He watches it stain your pink insides. He thinks about how he would like to lick the sugar from your lips, taste it from your mouth.

“Tiny sips... good, like that.” He tells you and your stomach flips. Why does it flip like that? Why does your pussy flutter around absolutely nothing? When did his voice get so low?

For balance, your hands travel up to his forearms, aiding him in giving you those tiny sips as they wrap around what they can of his thick arms.

You pull away, having had enough and Sackler places the bottle off to the side. But he stays between your legs.

His hand dances on the outskirts of your thigh, thumb barely brushing over the skin, creating goosebumps despite the heat. He notices, head hung low, watching his own hands inch closer and closer to you. You can tell he’s holding himself back.

So you lean forward, resting your forehead against his and he flinches a bit.

“I’m not that high.” He leans back, looking at you funny, like he doesn't believe you. He shouldn’t. But you know yourself, you’re fine, clear minded.

Regardless, he’s still looking at you. Shit, shit, shit, don't laugh. Don't laugh!

He comes back in, nudges his nose against yours and your breath is caught in your throat. His hands - fuck, his hands - they slither up and down your thighs, groping and pulling at the supple flesh. He shudders.

Sackler leans in closer, chest nearly grazing your own and ghosting his lips along yours - an almost kiss. A stupid almost kiss, you can almost taste him.

His lips are soft, you know that much. You try to reach out and lick them, or press yours firmly enough to his so that he couldn’t deny you anymore. But he’s quick, quicker than you. You grumble and whine. Adam smiles.

“Come kiss me in the morning, kid.” He kisses your forehead before he’s walking away and into his room, leaving the door open behind him

#adam sackler x reader #adam sackler x you #adam sackler #fluff #request #my writing #worm800 #reader insert #prompt

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sugako · 3 years

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shortcut extended

college!yamaguchi x f!reader sum: req - can you do a continuation of “shortcut” when y/n and tadashi get home? cw: 18+ minors dni, nsfw, smut, overuse of the nickname “puppy”, oral (female receiving), fingering, slight breeding kink (see first part), (almost) creampie eating (but not really idk), pussyjob, reader overstimulation, unprotected sex, squirting, toy use, slight dacryphilia wc: 1.6k a/n: i hope this was good, i honestly hit so many roadblocks while writing this and redid it so many times :’) also i will edit later im sorry in advance for errors

Yamaguchi’s hand that was clenched around your thigh was not helping you keep still. The shortcut back to your shared apartment was faster but far bumpier. Each little pothole jostling your knees that ached from being held together. When you glanced over at him the scarlet stain on his cheeks didn't disappoint. He was enjoying your current state just as much as you were, thoughts fully occupied with the fact that his cum was stuffed in your cunt.

Upon arriving home, you hoped out of the car and he was immediately there, already dragging you up the steps to the door. Forced to jog to keep up, you felt a thick drip escape and rub between your thighs.

He slammed the door behind you, bringing you in for a harsh kiss. hands clawed at your back, making you arch against him. His cock, hard again, poked against you as you sighed into his lips.

"Wanna feel?" you ask him, silently pleading that he'll say yes. You take his wrist into your hand and push it toward the hem of your dress while he grins at you.

"Did you make a mess?" He scoffs with his fingers already tracing up your thighs. Your legs part so he can reach up. "You're all sticky, puppy, you should really get washed up now."

His fingertip brushes against your sensitive clit and you jolt. The sweet squish as he pushes a digit into you is glaringly loud in the silent room. He gleams at the feeling of his still warm cum leaking out of you.

“Why don’t you clean me up later, when we’re finished?” You challenge lightly.

He chuckles kindly, the lust-filled spark in his eyes dissipating into something a little softer for a moment. With gentle hands, he brought your face close to peck you on the tip of your nose and rest his forehead against yours.

“You’re assuming you get my cock again?” Soft lips brush against yours with his words.

You reach forward enough to roughly palm at his already hard bulge through his pants. “I know I am.” It’s impossible to stop from smiling as his eyebrows knit. His hand wraps around your wrists to pull your hand away and drag you to the couch just past the entryway.

“What happened to my sweet, little, oblivious puppy, huh?” He groans, pulling you into his lap. Before you can answer he’s already stripping your dress over your head. His lips messily attach to your neck, holding you down by your bare hips.

“I know when you want me, Tadashi. Don’t really pay attention to anyone else.” You say through breathless sighs. Desperate to see more of skin, your own hands travel up his sweater. He pulls away from you for just a moment to let you pull it off him. As soon as it’s gone, dips his head down to your breasts, taking your nipple between his teeth. “Aah, ‘dashi, wait… don’t wanna make a mess on your pants.” With your legs spread over his toned thighs you can feel slick start to pool out between your legs.

You glance down, eyeing the wet patch where your cunt had rested against his bulge. He leans back, unbuttoning and peeling his pants down, while you sit up just enough for him to kick them off with his underwear.

“Better, puppy?” His cock nestles between your damp, throbbing heat, lips reattaching to your body.

“Uh-huh,” you mutter, rutting against him with the help of his hands that guide your hips. He moves you so your sitting on the couch and he kneels on the ground between your thighs. Cool air hits your cunt as his hands push open your legs. Teeth drag up the sensitive skin on the inside your thighs as he draws closer and closer to you.

“So wet you don’t even have any of my cum left,” he pouts up at you before kissing your clit, “Next time, keep your word, puppy.” Before you can respond his tongue is lapping and pressing into your tight hole. He lifts your knees over his shoulders, pressing deeper against you. His tongue circles you clit, moaning with each little pant and twitch you give him. The vibrations and his tongue tighten the coil in your stomach. He knows your body so well he has you cumming on his tongue in minutes.

Deprived of a good orgasm earlier, this one hits you like a ton of bricks. You whimper out his name, hips bucking against his face while he laps up all you have to give him. His fingers press into your still pulsing entrance, spreading you while he turns his attention to your thighs for a moment.

Just as the haze from your high is dissipating he’s sucking on your clit again. “Mmm, taste so good, puppy.” His word reverberate through your head as you slump back into the cushions. The next one takes a little longer, but soon enough that same coil has wound back up and you’re at the edge.

“Gonna cum!” You squeal as he curls and pumps his fingers into you. They brush purposefully against the delicate, spongey spot just inside of you, urging you to cum again.

“Go ahead, cum on my face.” He groans, keeping his eyes hardened on the your already exhausted expression. You can’t help but hump against his face as you come undone under his mouth once again. “Good girl.”

With a small, dark chuckle he gets back up on the couch and pulls you over his lap again. He spreads your aching slit to sit just over his hard cock. Your clit brushes against his pink cockhead, sending a small jolt through your body.

“S-sensitive, ‘dashi…” you slur out, mind reeling.

“Oh, I know, puppy,” he coos, “but you can give me another one, right?” His tone is gentle, but demanding.

“Yeah,” you pant out, trying to grind yourself against him. You want to cum again, but the sensitivity is sending little tears to the corners of your eyes. Your sensitive clit drags against the edge of his head over and over, desperate for release. He’s just barely guiding your hips to help you along as he stares up at your pretty form.

“Shh, shh, you can do it, puppy.” He whispers, wiping a stray tear from your face. You hadn’t even realized you were crying until he had spoken up. Even so, his words drive you to rut against him just the slightest harder. Your thighs burn from the motion, but you’re getting closer and closer with every movement.

When Yamaguchi’s hands leave your hip to massage your chest, you know you’re almost done. He can feel you getting close to with how your little motions had gotten sloppier and rougher. His fingernails dig into your waist to back from cumming as he feels your little hole flutter against his length. You pull him close, sighing into his neck, as your body twitches against his.

“Good girl.” He strains out, pushing your exhausted body over to lay out on the couch. He kisses you on the cheek and hops up. “I’ll be right back, puppy, keep your fingers right here,” he says guiding your hand to your entrance, “and I’ll be right back.”

You nod, unable to really speak, and slowly pump yout fingers into yourself. Even at a steady pace you were sure he could hear the wet noises from across the apartment. You’re eyes flutter shut in the moment of respite right before he bounds back into the living room and straddles you. He tosses something hard onto the floor beside the furniture, but you don’t have a chance to look before he’s moving your hand away and lining himself up.

With the amount of slick between your thighs he slips in fairly easily, but your tight hole clenches down on him. Although he had stretched you out no more than thirty minutes ago, the stretch burns again. You say nothing, but whimper quietly below him.

“I know, but you can take it, c’mon puppy.” He presses a sloppy kiss into your neck and pushes in the rest of the way. Thankfully, he allows you a moment to adjust before your racking your nails across his shoulders, silently telling him to move. Immediately, he complies, deeply thrusting into you.

Just as you finally feel settled and comfortable again, he slows just to pick the thing off the ground. Your eyes widen at the vibrator, accidentally clenching around him at the idea of cumming again.

“Gonna cum soon because you fucked yourself so well against my cock, but I want you to give me one more. Cum around my cock, pretty puppy, mmkay?” He stutters as he turns it on, not giving you a chance to answer before ghosting it over your puffy clit.

“Y-yes, please!” You cry, hips thrusting up to receive more vibration. He smirks down at your quivering body and complies, using a little more pressure against you. While you moan beneath him, he increases his speed once more, knowing you’ll cum again in no time and wanting to cum with you.

The vibrations and the way his cock presses deep inside of you send you to the edge quickly, but you know this is different. There’s more pressure in your abdomen building up and you find yourself unable to stop clenching around his quickly pistoning cock.

“T-ta-!” You manage to sputter out before the wave crashes over your body. A squirt around him just as his own hips twitch against yours. He sighs at the spray of cum against his torso, emptying his seed into you. Hot strings of cum filled your soaked cunt.

“Y/N…” he groans as he ruts into you one final time. Your body has gone completely limp as he turns the vibe off and tosses it onto the couch, slumping against you as well. Cloudy silence hangs in the air as you both pant to catch your breath. As he softens he pulls out of you with a small sigh, keeping his face tucked into the crook of your neck. “Let’s actually get cleaned up now, okay?” He smiles and presses a single kiss just under your ear.

#yamaguchi x reader #yamaguchi smut #tadashi yamaguchi x reader

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matthewtkachuk · 4 years

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the essay - rafe cameron

rafe’s having issues with his philosophy class, especially the paper worth thirty percent of his grade. you’ve already taken the class, crushed the essay, and rafe offers to take care of you if you take care of the paper for him

warnings: smutty smut smut (sorry not sorry), oral (female receiving), penetrative sex, lil bit of cockwarming, idk man it’s smut

pairing: rafe cameron x reader

word count: 2.5k

a/n: surprise smut saturday ig hehe, s/o to @sortagaysortahigh for the ffhd universe - here’s frat!rafe being a lil shit

Rafe has to take a humanities class as part of his general ed requirements and he fuckin hates it. He thinks the prof is an old fuck who talks in riddles and he finds himself falling asleep during the 8 am lecture.

Luckily, you, his super hot super smart girlfriend (yeah, he’s sucking up a little, sue him) already took the course and you’re willing to share your immaculate notes (color coded and shit fuck yeah).

Except, Rafe is lazy and hates the content so much that he literally can’t focus when he goes to try and study your notes, so you decide to help him, sitting cross legged on his bed as he sits in his desk chair. You’re asking him questions and for everyone he gets right you lean over and give him a lil baby kiss.

He still thinks the content is stupid and overcomplicated for no reason, “I don’t understand why they don’t just say what they mean?” He groans as you attempt to explain John Locke’s two treatises of government, explaining that men are by nature free and equal. But, he likes the sound of your voice, and he is actually learning something.

He doesn’t totally bomb his first quiz, pulling off a pretty decent mark for sleeping his way through the class, and you definitely celebrate, with you showing him just how proud you were of him by letting him shove his cock down your throat.

It’s all going well, until the essay. The fucking essay.

Rafe thinks its stupid as shit, he hates essays, he’s a fuckin business major for fucks sake. Humanities can kiss his ass, you know.

He’s sat hunched at his desk, shoulders stiff with tension when you walk into his room, his philosophy textbook that he literally has not cracked once this semester is open beside him. His hair is disheveled from running his hands through it in frustration you assume. You pout, you don’t like seeing Rafe upset like this. Your frat boy boyfriend is usually calm and collected - you’re the one who gets a little too stressed when it comes to school.

Sliding your arms around his shoulders from behind, you press a kiss to the side of his face, “you okay baby?” He groans, and you feel the vibration through your entire body. He leans back into your embrace, letting his head fall back far enough that you’re able to kiss his forehead twice, making him smile

“No, this essay is fuckin stupid,” he grumbles and you can’t help but giggle at the stormy look on his face. He pouts again, turning his head to the side and puckers his lips hoping you get the hint. You peck his lips quickly once, before leaning back.

“It’s really not that bad Rafe, I got like an A on it”. At your words, something flashes behind his eyes, and he’s quick to slink out of your embrace, rolling his chair around and pulling you down onto his lap. You laugh, hands flying to grip his shoulders to keep your balance. He’s just looking at you, a small smirk on his face that makes your face feel hot. Sliding your hands from his shoulders to cup his neck you ask, “what?” But his smirk only grows wider.

Your eyes flutter shut as his lips trace a path along your jaw before he stops at your ear and whispers, “if it’s so easy why don’t you write it for me then?”

You gasp and push against his chest, “No way Rafe, I passed that class once I'm done with it.”

He grins against your neck where his kisses have migrated, his large hands gripping your hips to keep you close, “I’ll make it worth your while baby” you pause for a moment, distracted by the way he’s sucking and biting at the delicate skin of your neck, before shaking your head.

“That sounds like prostitution Rafe,” you attempt to snap at him, but the effect is lost with how breathy your voice is.

“No baby, you’ve got it all wrong,” he punctuates his point by lighting scraping his teeth against your pulse point, “it’s appreciation”

“You’re an idiot” you push against his chest again, trying to wiggle out of his hold, but his large hands don’t let go, his thumbs rubbing against your hip bone.

“C’mon baby,” he whines, lifting his head to rest your foreheads together, “I need your help”. You close your eyes, when his voice gets all whiny like that, it does something for you and he knows it and is using it to his advantage.

“Rafe, that’s literally the definition of academic dishonesty.” You tried to reason with him, but the thing about Rafe Cameron is that he’s not typically very reasonable.

“Only if we get caught baby,” he pressed a kiss to your shoulder, “Just write something shitty.”

“I literally cannot write a shitty essay,” you hissed, but sighed looking at his puppy dog pout, “If I agree-”

He cut you off with a big kiss, “thank you baby-”

You pushed his face back from you and continued speaking, hands holding his face away, “If I agree, I’m just going to formulate your arguments and find you quotes, the only thing I’ll write for you is the thesis statement, the rest you have to take care of.”

“Alright,” he nodded before kissing your shoulder again, “now let me take care of you.”

You sighed and relaxed your tense shoulders, wrapping your arms around his neck and letting him kiss you. Before you know it, the kiss is hot and passionate, and you feel your heart in your stomach. His one arm is warm and strong against your lower back, pressing your chests together as you grind down on his lap. His other hand is curled against the base of your neck, pressing slightly into the flesh. Your mind is so clouded over with lust, you’re startled when he lets go of your throat to keep you steady as he stands up from the computer chair. Your legs instinctually wrap around his waist as he carries you to the bed. You whimper at the ease with which he supports you, turned on by the idea of your six foot three boyfriend manhandling you.

He lays you down gently on the bed and loses his shirt before kneeling over your body and leaning down to connect your lips again. Your fingers trace his abs, around his hips and up the smooth muscles of his back, feeling the goosebumps erupt on his skin after your touch. His hand slips under your oversized t-shirt, the cold metal of the ring he wears on his index finger a contrast against your warm skin. He helps you out of the item of clothing, you sit up a little to help get it over your head before your lips are together again.

The lower half of his body grinds against yours, causing you to throw your head back and gasp at the friction you desperately crave in that moment. You feel his smirk against your skin as he resumes his earlier ministrations against your neck, marking up your neck.

“No marks, Rafe,” you whine, already irritated about having to cover up the healing marks he previously left. Your friends giggle and tease you when you don’t cover them.

“You’re my girl, want everyone to know,” he shrugs, continuing his assault on your neck, licking and sucking until purple bruises litter your throat. You can’t help the flutter of your heart at his words, despite your slight annoyance over his possessiveness.

You trail a hand up from between his shoulder blades to pull on his hair, hard enough to pull him from your neck but not enough to actually hurt, and his lust-blown pupils stare into your eyes for a moment before he’s attaching your lips together again. Tongues lazily meeting, his hand finding its place around your neck again.

It’s not long before he’s kissing his way down your neck and across your collarbone before finding your breast. He sucks a few marks against the soft skin of your right breast, as he massages the other. “God, Rafe,” you moan as he pulls a nipple into his mouth, teeth lightly scraping against the sensitive flesh. Your back curves up at the sensation, pressing your bodies even closer together. As he moves to give attention to your other breast, you make eye contact, sucking your bottom lip between your teeth at the sight of him - messy hair and a hungry look in his eyes. This is your favorite Rafe, you muse, unkempt, unrestrained. You know his childhood wasn’t the most pleasant, know that he was saddled with responsibilities and expectations like Atlas was saddled with the world on his shoulders. When Rafe is like this, his guard is down and his state of vulnerability, the one that he only shares with you, makes you feel special.

You’re broken out of your thoughts by the feeling of lips pressing their way down your abdomen and you clench your stomach at the sensation, but a hand softly rubs your hip as he murmurs, “beautiful” against your skin. You can’t fight the small smile, even as he prepares to ruin you he’s offering you sweet reassurances. That’s the duality of your fratboy boyfriend - equal parts saccharine sweet and sultry suggestive.

You tense again as he runs a hand against your clothed heat. “Relax, baby, I’ll take care of you,” he smirks, hooking a finger in either side of your shorts, pulling them down along with your underwear to reveal your bare self to him. He licks his lips before running a finger through your folds, cocky grin returning to his face as he says, “so wet, baby, all for me?” It’s difficult to find the words to respond to him, so you just whimper in response. His thumb rubs circles on your clit as he lowers his mouth to your pussy, tongue probing your entrance.

One hand grips the sheets, while the other grabs his hair, tugging lightly when he replaces his tongue with two fingers. He fingers you slowly, torturing you with the slow pace before you tug on his hair again and whine, “more, please.”

“Since you asked so nicely,” he smirks, increasing the pace and curling them slightly inside of you to stroke your walls. “Think you can take another?” he doesn’t wait for you to respond, sucking on your clit between his lips and slipping a third finger into you.

As your orgasm approaches, that familiar sensation begins to pull at your stomach. You try to push his head away from you, the feeling almost too much. He just grabs that hand and links your hands together, the simple act coupled with the way his fingers are curled inside of you has you seeing stars, grinding your pussy against his face as your back arches. He continues to work you with his mouth and his fingers as you come down from your high.

He moves to hover over you again, kissing you hotly as your fingers move to grip him over his sweatpants. He grabs your hand and breaks the kiss, “no baby, I’m taking care of you tonight.” He gets up, slips out of his remaining clothes and easily flips you over so your stomach is pressed into the mattress. Lifting yourself onto your hands and knees, you look at him over your shoulder, biting your lip as he strokes himself a few times. He runs a hand down your back slowly before squeezing your ass with one hand as he lines himself up with his other.

You moan, head falling forward as he enters you slowly, giving you a chance to adjust and catch your breath before he’s relentlessly pounding into you. You’re a whimpering mess, hands desperately clinging to the bed sheets, loving the way he feels inside of you, the way his hands grip your waist. You feel him shift before your back is pressed to his chest, as he continues to press his hips into yours.

This angle does it for you, he’s entering you more deeply and his whiny moans in your ear spurn you closer and closer to another orgasm. He’s murmuring sweet affirmations into your ear, telling you how good you feel, what a good girl you are taking his cock so well. It’s when he sinks his teeth into the juncture of your neck and shoulder, as his hand dips to rub between your legs that the coil snaps once more. You scream his name as you cum, head falling back against him as he fucks you through it.

He’s close now, and you whine as he slips out of you, shifting until he’s laying on his back and you’re hovering over him. His hands grip your hips once again as he helps you lower yourself onto him. You do your best to roll your hips as you ride him, but you’re oversensitive and tired, so he quickly takes over thrusting up into you. This is his favorite view, you with your head thrown back, one hand gripping your own breast, the other rubbing circles on your clit as you bounce on his cock. He doesn’t last much longer, cumming with a whiny groan as he cums inside of you. His hand replaces yours on your clit as he continues to thrust up into you until you cum again, collapsing on his chest still seated on his cock.

“Fuck,” you breathe out, utterly exhausted as you wrap your arms around his body and press a kiss to his chest unable to move any further. He chuckles, moving a hand to run through your hair. It’s silent for a few moments, the only sound in the room your shared disordered breathing.

“Y’know baby I could marry you,” he murmurs in his post-orgasmic state, holding you tightly to his chest. His words awake butterflies in your stomach and you know he feels the erratic beating of your heart against his skin. You can’t deny the feeling of arousal that pools in your belly as you roll your eyes.

“Shut up, Rafe. Talk to me after you’ve finished hazing pledges and I’ve been accepted into my masters program.” Despite your nonchalance, you’ve thought about it. How could you not have thought about it after an imperfectly perfect year with the man at your side. You loved him, all of him - he could be an asshole, but he was your asshole. Always protective, always ready to defend you, always so, so loving, you think you could spend the rest of your life loving him.

“I mean it,” he replies, fingers dancing along the ridges of your spine. You shiver as he leaves goosebumps after his touch.

You pull back slightly to look him in the eye, “I’m not going to write your paper for you,” you accuse, suspicious of his motives. There’s love behind his eyes, but also a dark rim of lust around his pupils.

“Maybe you’ll change your mind after round 2,” he smirks, flipping the two of you so you lie underneath him once more as he leans his weight on his forearms on either side of your face, lowering his lips to yours.

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Stray Kids Reaction: S/o Has a Migraine and Can’t Sleep

A/n: I had a super bad headache last night so I just came up with this. Sry for the lack of og content! I’m working on a big request rn! (btw this is not edited so sorry for mistakes)

Warnings: maybe a couple curse words? nudity? idk its chill

Bangchan:

You had been prone to get migraines every now and then. As a result, you often didn’t sleep very well. Tonight was just one of those nights. It was a particularly bad one. You wanted to scream it hurt so much, but Chan was sleeping peacefully beside you. This was the third time this month. You didn’t want to wake him up again.

Slowly, you got out of bed. It seemed every movement only made the pain worse. You started to get dizzy. Bracing yourself against your closet, you sighed and rubbed your temples. “Chan...” You felt terrible about waking him up, but you needed help. “Channie...babe?” You said a little louder. He shot up in bed.

“I'm up. I'm up.” He looked around the dark room until he saw you by the closet. He rubbed his eyes and jumped out of bed. “Is it your head, baby?” He asked, placing a gentle hand on your shoulder. You nodded and Chan gave you a tired smile.

Carefully he picked you up, wrapping your legs around his waist and your arms around his neck. Your head dropped onto his shoulder as you tried to ignore the sharp pain coming from the top of your head. Chan carried you into the bathroom and closed the door with his foot. He carefully set you on the counter and the flicked on the lights. “Ahh!” You yelped, clutching your head.

“Sorry! Sorry! I forgot!” Chan said, flipping the light switch back off. Chan turned the shower all the way to hot and let the steam fill up the room. He kissed your cheek before leaving the bathroom, closing the door behind him. The mirror fogged with steam and the pressure in your head started to subside little by little.

Chan softly knocked on the door before entering again. By now steam was setting into the room like a mist. Sweat beaded on both your foreheads and the glass Chan held in his hand. Your boyfriend came to stand between your legs, his hand rubbing up and down your thigh.

“Drink some water, baby girl.” You took the glass, his hand staying nearby in case you dropped it. After you drank all the water, you leaned your head against Chan’s shoulder letting him rub your back.

“I’m so sorry that it hurts, Y/n.” He whispered, kissing the top of your head.

Minho:

Work had been seriously stressing you out lately. So much so that Minho went to sleep before you did. You were doing your best to work through the splitting headache you had but it was impossible. Deciding to give up, you trudged to bed. However, laying down only seemed to make it worse.

Minho was sleeping soundly beside you, completely oblivious to your pain. You did your best to fall asleep. But it felt like someone was taking a jackhammer to the side of your skull. “Minho,” You said shaking your boyfriend. “Minho, please wake up.” You said clutching your head in pain. He groaned and rolled over, sleepily glaring at you.

“What? What’s wrong?”

“My head is killing me. Fuck...It hurts so much I feel like I’m gonna be sick.” You said trying not to cry. Minho looked around, brows furrowing and then back at you.

“Well....what do you want me to do about it?” I sighed and slapped his shoulder, making him yelp. “Okay! Okay! Sheesh.” Minho stumbled out of your shared bed and shuffled sleepily down the hall. He came back a few minutes later with a bag of frozen peas and water.

“Peas?”

“Sorry, we were out of brussels sprouts.” He said helping you hold the freezing bag to your head. He watched you drink the water and lazily rubbed your thigh as he sat next to you. You knew he didn’t mean to be rude. He was just sleepy.

“I’m sorry I woke you up,”

“Don’t apologize.” He said, taking your hand in his. Minho felt the back of your neck, only to pull away at the temperature. He gently took the bag of peas from you and transferred it, pushing your hair out of the way. “I don’t like seeing you in pain.” Minho leaned forward and pressed his lips against yours. Your boyfriend sat with you half asleep until the migraine finally went away.

Changbin:

You were very stressed. Stressed was an understatement. There wasn’t a word for how much pressure you were under. You had been pushing it all down and just telling yourself it would all be over soon. However, it had started to affect your sleep. You would get these splitting headaches anytime you lied down.

Changbin lounged across your couch scrolling through his phone, probably ordering the food you had talked about earlier. “I can pay for it this time, Bin.” You said running a hand through your hair. Your boyfriend shook his head, throwing his phone on the couch.

“Nonsense. I’m paying. Come here, baby. You look really stressed. Lie down for a minute.” You shook your head. You knew if you lied down, the pain which was already starting to throb against your skull would get worse. “Y/n, I’m gonna make you lie down if you don’t come over here.” Again you shook your head and turned, trying to find something to occupy your tired mind and body.

Changbin sighed and pushed himself off the sofa. He wrapped you in his arms and dragged you down onto the couch, your head laying on the cushions. He backed away when you cried out in pain. “Changbin, I told you I didn’t want to lie down!” You said clutching your head.

“Baby, I’m sorry! What’s wrong?” You shook your head, pain throbbing.

“It’s nothing. It’ll pass....eventually.”

“No, you’re hurting. Tell me what I can do.”

You tried to push past the swelling and throbbing. “Umm....uh...in my bedroom. The nightstand- in the drawer there is a little glass bottle. It’s brown and green.” Changbin nodded and got off the couch.

You could hear him rummaging through the drawer looking for one of the bottles of essential oils you had. The doorbell rang, making you cry out from the sound. “I’ve got it, baby! Hold on!” Changbin said rushing to the door. Quietly he thanked the delivery guy and placed the food on the table.

“Is this why you haven’t been sleeping?” He asked handing me the bottle of peppermint oil. Nodding, I opened it and rubbed some of the oil on my temples. The pain started to fade away very slowly. Changbin wrapped and arm around me, pulling me into his chest. “Baby, you’ve got to tell me when you’re hurting so I can help.”

Hyunjin:

Today was not your day. Nothing seemed to be going right. On top of all that you were beginning to worry about money problems. There wasn’t enough in your savings to start paying off your student loans and no matter how much your boyfriend tried you wouldn’t let him pay for the entire rent of your shared apartment.

Your shifts were getting cut back all week so you were struggling to come up with the money for rent, let alone something for Hyunjin’s birthday at the end of the week. Your boyfriend was still at rehearsal, giving you time to look at your finances without him offering to pay every eight seconds. Your brain was pulsing against your skull.

You gave up after the pain started making words float off the bank statement you were reading. You switched off all the lights and rubbed your temples. The pain was only getting worse. Not having the energy to walk to your bedroom you just laid down on the cool wood floor in your living room.

“Y/n? Hey, gorgeous! I’m home!” Hyunjin called out. The sound of his keys dropping in the dish made you clutch your head and whimper. You heard him walk over to the kitchen table and sigh when he saw the papers. “Babe, I told you not to worry about all this....Y/n?” He called out again.

“Y/N!” He yelped seeing you on the floor.

“Ahh...Jinnie...please be quiet. My head...” He nodded and carefully lowered himself onto the floor, laying on his stomach. “Hyunjin, what are you doing?” You said rubbing your eyes. Another sharp pain erupted from the top of your head, making you wince.

“I don’t really know how to help...so I’m just being here if you need me.”

If you didn’t feel so horrible you would kiss him. Gently he stroked your hair and sat against the couch. His arms wrapped around you pulling you into his lap, apologizing profusely when you whimpered in pain. “Thank you, baby.” You whispered into his chest.

“Please let me pay for the rent, gorgeous. I don’t want you hurting like this.” He kissed your forehead when you nodded the tiniest bit.

Jisung:

This had not been your week. Everything seemed to be going wrong and fighting with your mom was the last straw. Jisung was set to be at the studio until late so you just cried. And maybe screamed...a little. You just let it all out until your entire body hurt from crying. It wasn’t the healthiest option, but it was healthier than keeping it all in.

The sound of the lock turning from the front door sent you shooting up from the couch and wiping your tears. A splitting pain shot through your head, making you wince, but you smiled seeing your boyfriend come home early. “Jisung, I didn’t expect you to come home for like...another four hours.”

“I missed you baby.” He said kissing your forehead. You tried to hide how much it hurt and quickly pecked his lips. After having dinner together and getting ready for bed, the pain in your head just kept getting worst. Jisung quickly fell asleep, but you lay tossing and turning next to him.

You stared up at the ceiling hours later, listening to the snores coming from your boyfriend beside you. Every way you turned hurt and the pain was so much that you wanted to cry. “Baby, what’s wrong?” Jisung asked drowsily after you gave up and sat against the backboard, clutching your head.

“Ji, it hurts...”

He sat up, still half asleep, and wiped a few straggling tears. “What hurts, baby? What is it?” He tried to blink the heaviness away from his eyes. His tired eyes softened seeing you in pain.

“My head. It hurts so bad.” Without saying another word, Jisung got up from his side of the bed and walked around to yours. Gently he picked you up in his arms and carried you to the bathroom. Not bothering to turn on the lights your boyfriend carefully and sleepily set you on the counter, placing a kiss on your cheek.

He turned on the shower, steam filling the room. With slow tired movements, he helped you undress before doing so himself. Tenderly Jisung carried you under the hot water and let you stand there, hands braced against the cold tile. His arms wrapped around your waist and he buried his face in your neck.

“I’m so sorry, baby.” He muttered against your skin.

The hot water was helping relieve the pressure in your brain, easing some of the pain. Jisung placed sleepy kisses on your shoulder, rubbing slow patterns on your stomach as the steaming water fell over you both. After a while, you turned around and buried your face in his neck.

He stayed under the water with you until the pain had subsided.

Felix:

Sweat dripped down your neck. It felt like a thousand shards of glass were pressing against your brain. Felix was sleeping deeply beside you, laying on his stomach. His skin was cool to the touch compared to how hot your forehead felt. You couldn’t sleep. Every time you tried to get comfortable your head seemed to hurt even more.

“Fuck...” You whispered clutching your head.

You rested your head on Felix’s shoulder, letting his cool skin press against your head. It only helped a little bit, but you just focused on listening to your boyfriend’s slow breathing. Your hand pressed against his bare back, letting the coolness try and calm you.

He stirred when he felt you wince. “Y/n, darling, what’s wrong?” He asked his deep voice slurring. He rolled over and you sat up in bed. He pulled you down onto his chest, his fingers gently stroking your hair. “Why aren’t you sleeping, baby?”

You winced feeling another jab of pain. “My head hurts too much.” His movement stopped and he moved his hand away, choosing to place it on your shoulder instead. “Felix, it hurts.”

He nodded and carefully got out of bed, resting you against the headboard, “I know, darling.” He whispered. “I’ll be right back.” You watched your boyfriend walk out into the hall. A few seconds later you heard the thermostat kick in, making the room cooler. He returned with a glass of water, a wet cloth, and a pill bottle.

“Here, take this.” He said handing you two pills and the glass of water. While you swallowed the medicine, he gently pressed the cloth to your head, pulling you into his lap. You rested your head against his shoulder, letting the cold cloth soothe the pain. “Drink the whole thing, darling. It will help.”

Nodding you tipped the glass a little further, hearing the chunks of ice clink against the side of the cup. Felix moved the cloth to the back of your neck. Another sharp pain in your forehead made you wince. You pressed the cold glass to your skin and sighed. “Thank you, Lix.” You muttered before drinking more of the water. He gave you a sleepy smile and pulled you close.

“No problem at all, Y/n.”

Seungmin:

Seungmin knew that you tended to get migraines when you were stressed. It had happened ever since you were in high school. You could practically feel a headache coming on. It wasn’t too late at night, but you would usually have been asleep at this time.

Knowing it was going to get worse any second, you went to the bathroom and checked for the medicine you needed. When you reached for the bottle you found it empty. Sharp pain in your temples made you brace yourself against the sink. “Oh, shit...”You whispered feeling sick to your stomach. Without your meds, the migraine would only get worse.

The pain got exponentially worse, sending you to lean over the toilet, wrenching the contents of your stomach. You reached for your phone, dialing your boyfriend’s number.

“Y/n, hi! I’m just leaving JYP. What’s up, cutie?” Seungmin answered happily.

“Um...I’m having a little bit of an issue.” Another throbbing sensation pulsed throughout your skull. “Min can you pick me up some meds. I’m out and I need them.”

“Yeah, of course. Hold tight. I’ll be there as soon as I can.” Seungmin hung up the phone. You flushed the toilet and tried to clean yourself up. The pain was getting worse and worse. Dragging yourself to the kitchen, you grabbed the first bag you saw in the freezer, holding it to your head.

“Y/n?” Seungmin called out into the dark apartment.

“In the kitchen, babe.” The sound of Seungmin’s footsteps echoed through the space. You felt sure arms wrap around your stomach. Turning your head, you were met with his lips on yours.

“I’ve got meds and I picked up coffee on the way.” He whispered pecking your lips again. “Salted Caramel Cream Cold Brew with extra ice just for you.” You cupped his cheek, mustering up a smile.

“Thank you so much, Min.” He handed you the coffee and the meds knowing you would feel better after having both.

“Always, Y/n. Anytime you need me.”

Jeongin:

Of course, you had to get a migraine right now. The one-time Jeongin was staying over. Carefully you got up from the bed, not wanting to wake your boyfriend. While you were no stranger to migraines and headaches, you hadn’t had one in a significant amount of time.

Tiptoeing into your bathroom you opened the medicine cabinet. You didn’t bother turning on the light knowing it would just make the pain worse. Your tired hands searched through the cabinet only to find that you were out of the pills you needed.

A cry escaped your lips as the pain jumped higher. Quickly you covered your mouth, hoping that the sound didn’t wake Jeongin. Clutching your head, you grabbed a washcloth and dowsed it in cold water. Folding it, you placed it over your forehead and slid down the bathroom wall.

Slow tears escaped as the pain spiked at random times. You let your body fall onto the floor and you curled your knees into your chest, holding the cold cloth to your head. The cool tile pressed against your cheek, easing the pain only a little bit.

“Y/n?” You heard Jeongin call softly. “Y/n, where are you? Are you okay, honey?” You winced, feeling another spike in pain.

“I’m in here, Innie.” You said weakly. You heard footsteps pad across the carpet of your bedroom until you saw the shadow of his figure from under the door. He politely knocked on the door. “You can come in, babe.” He opened the door, looking around before he found you on the floor.

“Y/n, what’s wrong?” He said crouching on the floor and pushing a few pieces of wet hair out of your face. He immediately retracted his hand when you winced. “I’m sorry! I didn’t mean to hurt you-”

“No, Innie. It’s not your fault.” He relaxed and sat against the wall reaching for your hand. “I just get really bad migraines sometimes. I didn’t want to wake you.” He rubbed his thumb across your skin.

“Y/n you can always wake me up if you need me.” Carefully, he pulled me into his lap and didn’t even shy away when the other side of the cold washcloth pressed against his neck. “What can I do to help?”

“I’m out of the medicine I need. Could you run to the pharmacy and get some?” He nodded and slowly got up before taking the empty bottle and leaving the apartment. About twenty minutes later he came back and gave you the pills. Jeongin sat with you in his lap as the both of you waited for your pain to go away.

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pretty boy ⇾ jjk. [M]

𝓅𝒶𝒾𝓇𝒾𝓃𝑔 ⇾ shy!jungkook x reader (f.)

𝑔𝑒𝓃𝓇𝑒 ⇾ f2secretlovers, smut, fluff

𝓈𝓊𝓂𝓂𝒶𝓇𝓎 ⇾ he’s just a pretty boy, a pretty boy ~ you wanna be his pretty toy

𝓌𝑜𝓇𝒹 𝒸𝑜𝓊𝓃𝓉 ⇾ 4k

𝓌𝒶𝓇𝓃𝒾𝓃𝑔𝓈 ⇾ trying to stay quiet sex, bathroom sex, playful sex, unprotected sex (wrap it before you tap it folks), switch!jungkook, slight degradation kink, vibrator play, oral (m. receiving), cock slapping, spanking, creampie, multiple orgasms, overstimulation, boxer sniffing, also jungkook has a brow piercing (idk it just felt right)

𝒶𝓊𝓉𝒽𝑜𝓇'𝓈 𝓃𝑜𝓉𝑒 ⇾ ain’t he a pretty boy? this is extremely unedited. please do not leave hate towards me or any other readers. please do not copy, repost, or translate any of my work without my permission. here’s some more kookie kontent for you. i’m just here to feed both of our addictions. if you have any requests, please send them my way. enjoy!

A blush tinted the tips of Jungkook’s ears as he tried his best to stay focused on the conversation before him. He could feel you staring to his right. You’d been keeping your eyes trained on him for a while now, clearly not complying with the rules you had set together.

Rule number five: no staring. It always turned into eye-fucking the moment your gazes collided. And from there, it was hard not to be obvious, his bulge denting his pants and your thighs pressing together all too excitedly. In your defence, you did try not to stare. You even somehow sparked up a conversation with Yoongi about why cereal disgusted him, doing your best to get lost in the absurd topic.

But, he was just so pretty. His long wavy hair parted in the middle to expose his forehead. You never really thought the sight of a fucking forehead could be your undoing, yet there you were, biting your lip at the sight. The parting also exposed the new little silver piercing over the arch of his brow he had gotten a few weeks ago. Paired with his doe-like eyes, the image was dangerous.

He ran a tattooed hand through his hair before curling it behind his ear. It took every ounce of you to not walk up to him and shower his face with kisses, sucking on his lips, maybe even licking at that new piercing again. Images from two nights ago flooded back to you, intoxicating you with want. Two nights is too long away from him and his touch. But, being the competitive guy he was, Jungkook was hell-bent on not letting Jin be right.

“I bet you’d get together before Namjoon gets his license,” Jin had laughed, nudging Namjoon who always happened to be caught in the cross-fire.

Jungkook, having already asked you out the night before, had fallen silent. He spared you a glance before shyly muttering, “try me.”

Jin raised a brow, looping his arm around Namjoon’s neck. “When you’re getting your license, Joon?” he had asked. When Namjoon refused to answer, adamant on saying out of this (as you were), Jin continued, “right after Jungkook asks out (Y/N), right?”

A sudden jolt of low vibrations pulsed in your pussy and pulled you right out of your thoughts. You jumped a bit in surprise, Yoongi staring at his hands as he spoke, unfazed by your discomfort. Your panicked eyes shot back to Jungkook, who had a smug smile playing on his lips. His hand was in his pocket, fingers subtly moving beneath the dark jean fabric.

The vibrations intensified slightly, making you shudder in your seat. You sat back and bit your lip to keep from moaning his name. You knew he was going to be playing with you today. He had texted you that morning asking you to insert that baby red vibrator he got you in your pussy before coming over. You were buzzing with excitement the whole day. You sat alone most of the time and waited for the playing to start, your pussy clenching around the toy in need of some friction. And he chose now, when you were in the middle of a conversation with one of his best friends, to set it off.

“And that’s why I stopped eating cereal,” Yoongi finished.

You blinked repeatedly, tearing your needy gaze away from a proud looking Jungkook and onto Yoongi. “Hmm?” you hummed, voice catching back moans. “Oh, yeah, me too.” You hoped that was a good enough reply to whatever the hell he was going on about.

Yoongi furrowed his brows, muttering, “Hoseok spat soju in your bowl too?” You were about to reassure him that wasn’t the case, hoping to come up with some passabe lie in a steady voice but Yoongi was already getting up from his place on the couch, shouting at Hoseok.

“Yah, Hoseok! The fuck did we say about the soju, man?”

Jimin and Taehyung began stifling their laughter, raising their comics up to hide their smiles. In fact, everyone seemed to be trying to contain their amusement. Namjoon and Jin turned away from Jungkook, staring between Yoongi and Hoseok, who was previously enjoying a bowl of cereal himself. All attention was on them, except for Jungkook’s. He met your gaze before his eyes began trailing up and down your curves.

You were wearing one of his shirts, tightening it just above your waist to fit it to your frame while your tight high-waisted jeans clothed the rest of you. He bit his lip and raised that pierced brow then silently slipped away from Jin and Namjoon. You waited a moment, rolling your hips out of habit from the pleasure the vibrator offered, then followed him. Yoongi’s and Hoseok’s argument got louder, Jin having himself a laugh and Namjoon trying to decide when exactly to cut in as you trembled your way down the hall.

You peeked into Jungkook’s room, noticing it was dark before looking down the hall to find him leaning his back against the doorframe of the bathroom. He looked back at you, a shy smile playing on his lips. He had his phone out of his pocket now, visibly swiping his thumb up and down the screen. Rule number three: always opt for a room with a lock. The risk was thrilling but winning was better, Jungkook had told you.

With a quick glance over your shoulder, you made sure no one had followed and hurried over to him. He slipped his phone back into his pockets, the vibrator still buzzing within, and placed his hands on your hips. Yours found their usual place on his shoulders. He pressed your bodies together only to turn you around and back you into the washroom. You smiled up at him, waiting for the door to shut and lock before letting your moans tumble out of your mouth.

Jungkook chuckled to himself at your needy state, the corners of his eyes crinkling with delight. He then kissed you to muffle the sound of your moans. His lips always tasted vaguely of vanilla and raspberries. You grew familiar with the taste of them very quickly, craving raspberries whenever you were missing him.

He let his hands fall to your ass to roughly grip your cheeks and pressed your crotch against his hardening length. “You were staring,” he muttered against your lips, pulling back for a quick breath before his lips were on yours again.

You circled your hips against him, too consumed by the buzz of the vibrator to care about what you did or didn’t do. The shouts from the living room got louder and Jungkook took advantage of it, smacking his hand down on your ass, groping at the round flesh again.

You gasped into his lips, cupping his face and pulling back only enough to meet his gaze. He looked down at you, imitating your pouty lips and wide eyes. You knew he was teasing you but it only made him look even prettier. You pecked the freckle under his lip as a means of an apology for breaking one of the rules.

Jungkook melted against you, immediately forgiving your action. You knew acting cute and innocent always got you what you wanted with him. It was the whole reason he agreed to buy you a vibrator to begin with. He was too shy and nervous to enter the sex shop alone, holding your small hand with both of his large ones as you scoured between the aisles. He wore his black bucket hat low and a matching face mask to hide his reddening cheeks. All it took was one little innocent look from you for him to buy what he really wanted as he grabbed the box of the baby red vibrator.

His hands circled to your front, ready to unbutton and undress you, but you held his wrist. Confusion washed over his pretty features at the unusual contact. You shuddered a bit from the pleasure against your walls, earning a smirk from him, then lowered yourself onto your knees.

He blushed deeply, brows shooting up at you in surprise.This wasn’t the first time you’ve gotten on your knees for him, nor will it be the last. Jungkook was always just so taken aback by your unwavering willingness to please him. After weeks, he still hadn't understood that you’d do anything for a pretty boy and his big pretty cock.

You unbuttoned his jeans, and slowly pulled them down as a chorus of shouts from the living room bled into the bathroom. He was already panting heavily, gazing down at you while you nudged his hard cock, still confined in his boxer briefs, with your nose. You inhaled his scent, whimpering softly at how the mere smell of him further dampened your panties.

Spreading your legs to have that vibrator range and buzz freely in your pussy, you pulled his boxer briefs down to join his jeans around his ankles. His cock sprang out and slapped over your face. Jungkook hissed at the sight. “Sorry,” he rasped, breathless and helpless to your touch.

So cute; so pretty, your thought before giggling to yourself at his reaction. You licked a strip up the side of his cock, causing some precum to smear across your cheek. He rested his head back against the door, looking down at you with hooded lids. You maintained eye contact, wrapped a hand around the base of his cock, which was so huge your fingers couldn’t even meet, and smacked his cock repeatedly against your cheek.

His doe-like eyes widened at your actions and he inhaled a sharp breath through his nose. “Fuck, you’re such a slut,” he whispered like it was his first time realizing this.

You stuck your tongue out and relocated the cock slapping over it, filling the bathroom with the slick smacks of his cock meeting your wet tongue and his uneven breaths. You then wrapped your mouth over the tip, sucking harshly for every drop of salty pre-cum he would give you. Pouting your lips against the slit of his tip, you muttered, “only for pretty boys.”

He blushed, biting his lip at your words. A shy chuckle still escaped him however, and he gazed down at you with a gleam of pride in his eyes. You smiled against his tip then licked at his slit making his legs tremble like your pussy was. You decided that sight was enough to stop teasing and let your real work begin. Your mouth engulfed his cock without further warning, and you sucked, swirling your tongue around it. One of your hands pumped whatever you hadn’t shoved in your mouth yet while your other hand cupped his balls.

His eyes shut tightly, nose scrunching up so cutely at your sudden change of pace. He ran a hand through his hair and let out throaty crosses of groans and whimpers. You continued to work your hand up and down his shaft, bobbing your head to take more and more of his cock. You hollowed out your cheeks to suck harsher and he buckled his hips into your mouth, your hand slamming into your pouty lips. He seemed eager to fuck your mouth so you dropped your hands to his thighs, digging your nails into them to steady yourself. Jungkook gripped your head with both hands and forced you to take him deeper. Your gag reflex began to kick in. The pornographic sounds sent vibrations over his cock.

The vibrator lost in you suddenly jolted into a speed you never experienced before. The violent buzzing was now heard in the bathroom between your gags and Jungkook’s moans. You cunt withered against the harsh stimulation and you never felt your orgasm build up and release that fast.

Jungkook noticed your sudden stiffening frame and pulled up cock out of your mouth. Your jaw still hung open as you so desperately tried to remain silent while your orgasm shot through you. You gripped onto his thighs tighter and he didn’t do anything to stop you, petting your head and whispering a variety of dirty encouragements.

“That’s a good slut. Cum for me, baby,” he ordered in a soft voice. He held his cock and used his tip to tilt your chin up to face him. You began to scream, eyes rolling back from the pure pleasure that washed over you, but he quickly shoved his cock into your mouth to silence you. “Shit, shut up!” He hissed, as you quaked in your place on the floor.

Your jeans darken around your crotch, drenched with your orgasm. You pulled your mouth away from his cock as tears began to prick your eyes from the overstimulation. “Please,” you whimpered. “C-can’t…” you trailed off, swallowing back a loud moan. You couldn’t find the words to tell him you couldn’t take another second of the vibrations.

Jungkook smirked down at you, storking himself gently. “My phone’s beside you, babe,” he mumbled, watching you snap your head down to search for it.

Your eyes fell on it immediately. It was lying awkwardly against the floor and the baseboards as it must’ve fallen from his pocket in the midst of his rough assault on your throat. You fumbled with the passcode then turned the vibrator off. A little sigh of relief escaped you as your cum further spoiled your jeans, darkening the fabric between your inner thighs now too.

“Did I say to turn it off?” Jungkook questioned, slapping his cock against your cheek.

You whined, looking up at him with a pout. He shook his head as he guided his tip over your pouty lips like a tube of lipstick. “Place it on the lowest setting, baby, and get back on your feet for me,” he ordered.

You bitterly complied, turning the vibrator on and showing it to him to prove you did what you were told since he couldn’t hear it’s buzzing anymore.

When you got back on your feet, Jungkook released his cock and unbuttoned your jeans. “How are you going to cover that up?” He smugly asked, raising that pierced brow up at you.

You didn’t answer him, biting your lips to suppress your tiny whimpers from the vibrator. He pushed your pants and panties down, watching as a sting of your arousal connected your pussy to the ruined fabric. He bent down and used his tongue to casually break the string like it was something he always did, then waited for you to step out of them so he could kick them off to the side. With your legs slightly spread, he could see the tail of the baby red vibrator sticking out of your cunt, trembling with the vibrations.

He shyly smiled at you, a faint pink blush creeping up his neck. His duality never failed to amaze you. One second he’s ordering you around, slapping his cock against your face and the next he’s bashfully blushing and unable to fully stare at your pussy without a shy smile upon his lips.

You turned around, leaning your hands against the counter and staring at his reflection in the mirror. He looked completely confused, catching your gaze and quirking a brow up at you. You arched your back to raise your round ass up for him, and he smacked it out of habit, looking back at you to see if that was okay.

You giggled a moan as he rubbed the sting away. He had a little smile on his lips too as cute chuckles escaped him. “Is that what you wanted?” He asked before wrapping his arms around your waist and pressing himself against you. He rested his chin on your shoulder, leaning forward to kiss your cheek. “Hmm, baby?”

“I actually wanted your cock in me, but that was fine too,” you smiled at his reflection.

He blushed at his mistake, burying his face in the crook of your neck. You giggled a bit and pressed your ass back against his cock. His head snapped up at your reflection once more, a curious look in his eyes. He stood up straight again, maintaining eye contact with your reflection as he combed your hair back and away from your face and neck. He grunted a bit as he ran his cock up and down between your folds. “Such a wet little cunt,” he whispered to himself, placing a soft kiss to your shoulder.

You whined, pushing your ass back against his hips once more. “Kookie,” you whimpered, tired of all the teasing. You wanted so badly to feel the stretch of his cock in you while that vibrator was still going.

Jungkook stepped back instead, making your huff in frustration. “Can you take off your shirt, baby?” he asked in a gentle whisper while he pulled his own off. “I- I just wanna see all of you.”

You couldn’t really deny him that pleasure, especially when he was gracing your sight with the image of his chest. So, you took off your shirt.

“Why don’t I get a toy?” He questioned playfully as he helped you with your bra before tossing both your shirt and bra to the side.

You smiled at him through the mirror, pulling his hands on your waist again. “I’m your toy,” you whispered.

His face flushed red as he tongued his cheek. His hand fell back to his cock once more and he aligned himself with your entrance. “You have a dirty mouth,” he grunted as he pushed into you. His lips pressed a kiss to the shell of your ear before he purred, “my favourite kind of toy.”

You quivered against his hold, leaning your head back upon his shoulder as he stretched out your cunt. His cock was so big, filling you up so well, he stunted the vibrations of the toy in you.

His brows furrowed in confusion for a second. “Shit, did I break it?”

It buzzed back to life in a second or two and relief watched over his face. You knew he was only concerned because he didn’t have the courage to walk back into the sex shop and by another… not without you anyways.

His thrusts began slow and impactful, balls slapping against your pussy. Your tits bounced with his thrust and you noticed he had a hard time splitting his attention between your pleasured face and your bouncing tits. He wanted to reach up and grab them, groping and squeezing that soft flesh, but at this point he knew his hold around your waist was the only thing keeping you up. It was when he jabbed your g-spot with a newfound rigorous force, that all other thrusts needed to match it.

A cry tore out of your throat and he smacked his hand over your mouth, eyes flashing a dark warning at you through the mirror. “Keep quiet, toy,” he hushed through gritted teeth.

Tears pooled in your eyes as your orgasm neared. He hadn’t noticed, burying his face in the crook of your neck to shower your skin with kisses and hickies he’d soothe with little licks. Your cunt clenched like a vice tightly around his cock, gripping it as your eyes made their way to the back of your head. Tears ran freely down your face. You had barely felt the knots in your lower abdomen collect, twisting and taunting you with the possibility of a release. Then the cool ball of his brow piercing brushed against your jawline and you came undone, shuddering in his hold as you rode out your high.

Your body spasmed against his, ears ringing and eyes lost between a weird medium of being neither shut or open. You were thankful for his hand over your mouth, your uncontrollable squeals and screeches effectively muffled. Jungkook stared into your eyes, nonetheless, ramming into you with a little smile. You felt his cock twitch, flicking your g-spot. Your eyes shot open and you caught his needy gaze. You gave him that innocent look he adored so much and he pushed himself deep inside you. His face scrunched up, brows furrowed, lips curled in a scowl and eyes in an intense squint as he released his thick, warm cum in you. You sighed happily against his palm, your tears staining his fingers.

You rested for a moment like that, his cock still deep in you, softening, as you continued to stare at each other’s reflections. He kept his hand on your mouth until he pulled his cock and the vibrator out of you. He didn’t glance down at his creamed cock like he always did. Instead, he kissed your shoulder and cheeks, muttering how good you took his huge cock.

“What a good little toy. You always take my cock so well, babygirl. Later, I'm gonna come over and I wanna hear you screaming my name, okay? Do you think you’re able to do that for me, little toy?”” he mumbled. When you nodded eagerly, turning your head to face him, he smiled and whispered, “good. Now, open your mouth, baby.”

You parted your lips, accepting the still vibrating toy in your mouth. “Mmm,” you hummed at the taste of your mixed cum. He smiled at you, flashing those bunny-like teeth.

“Jungkook?” Jin voiced on the other side of the door. You and your boyfriend shared a horrified expression. When had the arguments on the other side of the door cease? How long has he been standing there? Were the others with him too?

Jungkook quickly pulled the vibrator out of your mouth by its tail then turned around looking for his phone. “Yeah?” he answered in the steadiest voice he could muster, finding his phone and switching off the buzzing.

“Do you have someone in there with you?”

Panic shot through your veins as you turned to look at Jungkook. Fear swam in his eyes. You both stood there naked and too scared to move to collect your things with Jin just on the other side of the door. “Of course not,” Jungkook lied, holding your hand to calm his trembling one. You shifted closer to him, hugging his muscular arm. He smiled a bit at the gesture, seeming to find comfort in it.

The door knob began to rattle and, even though it was locked, Jungkook stepped in front of you, a blush creeping up his neck at the mere thought of being caught ass-naked. “Hyung,” he exclaimed, lunging to grip the door knob.

Jin laughed heartily, triggering the other guys’ to join. “Next time do that shit in your room,” he called, voice becoming distant. “That’s a communal place, you fiends.”

Jungkook rolled his eyes, turning back to you. He leaned his head back against the door, just like he did when you were sucking him off. You couldn’t help but notice he still looked just as pretty.

“So, shall we go to your room then?” You suggested with an innocent smile.

Jungkook’s brows bounced a bit at your words. “You’re an eager toy,” he chuckled, pushing himself off the door and wrapping his arms around your waist.

You grazed your nails up and down his biceps as he rested his forehead against yours. “Only for a pretty boy.”

#jeon jungkook #jeon jungkook smut #jeon jungkook fluff #jungkook #jungkook smut #jungkook fluff #bts jeon jungkook #bts jungkook #bts smut #bts fluff #bts fanfic

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toosicktoocare · 3 years

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so I Loved that ficlet with grogu calling friends when mando is sic and passed out, and immediately I imagined the same thing but What If,,, Grogu just, freaking, force calls Luke, and Luke recuses them? Idk just fun to think about great prompt and great work!

I’m going to twist this prompt just a little, but hi, yes, I love it a lot! Just let me have Luke and Din interactions, okay?

Alone.

It’s familiar and was once quietly normal, but now it’s cold and hollow, and Din’s starting to wonder if there’s still a man underneath his armor, of if he’s broken down to an empty husk.

He could have stayed with Cara and Greef; he could have travelled with Boba, but, in a desperate attempt to find any semblance of dated normalcy, he left on his own. His task, one he willingly gave to himself, was fulfilled. He delivered Grogu over to a Jedi, and now, he’s grasping frayed strings to get back to his life before the child.

He throws himself into work, stalking off on his own to fetch bounties for coin that once would brought a smile coated in saisfaction to his lips, but he can’t find the same enegry now. However, he still does it because he feels that’s what he’s supposed to do, but he can’t recapture his rhythm. And, without the Crest, he’s taken to hitching rides and travelling by foot.

Everything’s taking longer without consistent transportation, leaving him with more time in his head, guard down. He still keeps his helmet on, still abides by the way of the Mandalore, even though he knows he can no longer shoulder that responsibility as he’s gone against his faith. He doesn’t regret it; though, he tried to at first.

The days following Grogu’s departure, Din cursed himself endlessly for displaying such uncontrolled vulnerability, but though his mind was always running in a tight, hot circle of shame, at the end of each day, it always died down to a warm glow. Seeing Grogu’s eyes for the first time with his own, not through the lens of his visor, is something he knows he’ll hold so tightly to his heart that it will continuously toe the line of painful.

It’s almost funny, he thinks, how he once considered his heart as nothing more than a necessary organ, but now he knows just how capable it is of feeling, of directing his entire being.

He shakes his head, far too gone in his mind, until his surroundings build back into his present vision. He blinks slowly, neck craning up the mountain only a mile’s walk in front of him. He knew his current bounty was close, but...

In front of him is the same mountain he climbed with Grogu. His bounty was east; he should have turned east an hour ago, yet, he’s here, staring down memories square in the face. He knows he should turn around because that would be the right thing to do, the normal thing to do, but he presses forward, walking, climbing, slipping, and more climbing until he’s dropping down beside the dome-shaped stone, winded and faintly light-headed despite his heavy helmet.

He wraps an arm around his waist, wincing. Because of his fleeting focus, he let last week’s bounty get in a few good hits that his armor should have sustained. Maybe because he was tired, still is, but every kick to the side of his armor, right above his ribs, hurt, his bones practically vibrating under the force. He’s had so much worse, and yet, his entire body is aching. Every inhale feels like a dagger slipping past his rib cage to his lungs, leaving his exhales worn and shaky.

He slips his helmet off, hoping it will help ease the pressure in his chest, and leaves it on the ground beside him, one hand planted atop it while the other smooths across his plated chest. The air he breathes in slowly is cold, chilling his lungs. He tilts his head back, faintly frowning at the dipping sun that casts the sky in a splash of water colors that’s nothing more to Din than a signal that he needs to move before the light pinks and oranges give way to a merciless black. He’s exposed; he should move, protect himself, secure his bounty. Still, the mere thought of moving enhances the dull throb against his temples.

Instead of leaving, he sighs around a hollow cough and gives in to the fatigue that’s edging sleep across his mind.

He wakes what feels like only seconds later to a cold palm brushing his bangs back and cupping his forehead, and in a motion that could rival the quick speed of a blink, he slips his blaster from his belt and digs it into a firm yet clearly unarmored gut. Worried, blue eyes crowd his vision, and he jams the blaster harder into the person before him, hand steady, prepared.

“Din Djarin.”

The voice is passively soft and familiar, and Din frowns, hesitantly pulling his blaster back. “Jedi?” he croaks out, the word breaking under illness when it leaves his lips. He turns to cough, and the same hand, still pressed to his forehead, drops to his shoulder.

“Easy, Din. You’re running quite the fever.”

He ignores this, instead bringing blurring eyes back to the Jedi’s, frowning sharply. “Grogu?” The small, cheerful giggle that follows has Din shoving around the Jedi to see Grogu waddling toward him, dark, endless eyes meeting his glassy, drooping ones.

The relief comes in the form of a sharp gasp that hits the pressure in Din’s chest, leaving him coughing more. He ignores this as well, instead struggling to stand, but then pain bursts white hot against his side, and he staggers, blindly reaching out until he’s clinging to the Jedi’s shoulder, breathing harsh around barking coughs.

“You’re injured as well.”

Din wants to focus on the fact that the Jedi’s words were nothing short of a statement; he wants to prod his intrusive abilities, but neither holds a candle to what he does instead. He gathers himself with the Jedi’s grounded stance as support, makes it until he’s just before Grogu, and then he drops to his knees. He doesn’t move; he just watches, breath held tight in his lungs, and then Grogu shuffles toward him until his small hands are reaching out into what Din can only assume is a hug.

“Hey, kid.” Din breaks, his eyes stinging behind closed lids, and he hugs Grogu back with such gentle force. He’s shaking with he knows chills he can only pin on his apparent fever, his side’s a raging fire, and his chest is tight enough to suffocate him, and yet, Din feels nothing but light, blissful relief.

They stay like this for an endless moment, two broken halves slowly stitchng back into some sort of whole, and then the Jedi clears his throat behind him, and Din looks back, frowning.

“Why are you here?”

“Grogu’s been very anxious over the last day, and he led me here to you.”

Din looks back to see Grogu looking up at him, cooing lightly. He nods, and then the Jedi’s helping him to his feet, an arm going around his waist the moment he staggers under the heavy pain.

“My ship isn’t far. Do you think you can make the walk?”

Din nods, but only three minutes into their trek down the mountain, he blacks out, going slack against the Jedi, and when he wakes, he’s indoors and lying in a cot. His armor’s gone, leaving him only in his dark pants and long-sleeve, grey shirt. There’s a damp cloth draped over his forehead. It’s warm to the touch, and he yanks it off with a frown.

“You’re awake.”

Din sits up sharply, his arm immediately going to wrap around his waist at the tightend pain.

“Your ribs have been wrapped,” the Jedi starts. “There isn’t much I can do for the fever, I’m afraid. You’ll have to wait it out. Grogu insisted he help with your ribs. They’ll still be quite sore, but the worst of the damage has been mended.”

Din’s hand softens above his ribs, and very faintly, he can recall waking once in a cold, fevered haze to feel a strong, pulsing warmth spreading over his side. He smiles, small, but then, his frown returns, and his eyes shift to see Grogu sleeping in a small crib of sorts beside the Jedi. He knows how much Grogu’s powers take out of him.

“Grogu... Is he-” Din starts, words fading as Grogu sits up, blinking slowly around a small coo, his smile widening when his eyes find Din’s.

“His training is beginning to show,” the Jedi says as he helps Grogu out of the crib and into Din’s lap, where he sighs smally and snuggles his face into Din’s shirt.

“He’s stronger,” Din finishes, more for himself, but the Jedi nods anyway.

“He’s progressing quickly.”

Din’s hand finds Grogu’s back, and he smiles, warm and very real. He wants to stay stuck in this moment forever, he decides- this comfortable feeling of complete rightness. Yet, he can’t hinder Grogu’s training, not after all he’s done to get him here.

“I should go,” Din mutters to the Jedi once he’s sure Grogu’s fallen back asleep. The words are heavy on his tongue.

“You should.”

Din whips a sharp, side gaze to the Jedi, who’s busying himself with a large cloak.

“However, your wellbeing is an apparent factor in Grogu’s training,” the Jedi starts, draping the cloak around Din’s shaking shoulders.

Din hadn’t realized he started shaking, but now, with the added fabric bringing warmth, he shivers, and with his free hand, he tugs the cloak tighter around himself, draping some over Grogu.

“As long as you’re in this condition, I fear Grogu won’t be able to concentrate.”

Din’s brows furrow. “What are you saying?” He coughs lightly, wincing at the pain in his chest.

“It’s in everyone’s best interest if you stay until you’re well. I’m afraid I don’t have much to treat what appears to be a nasty chest infection quickly, so I think you’ll be confined to bed rest for at least a week.”

“I’m staying here for a week?” Din questions, his hazy mind struggling.

“I won’t force you, but I think that would be the best,” the Jedi says, “for all of us. Will that be alright for you?”

Din brings his gaze back down to Grogu curled up in his lap, and he smiles, exhausted and worn but mutely happier than he’s been in weeks. “Yes,” he mutters. “Thank you.”

#the mandalorian #din djarin #grogu #star wars #sickfic #whump #whumpfic #luke skywalker #baby yoda #fanfic #mandaddy #look i genuienly can't remember if Luke introduced himself in the end of season 2 okay?#but i loved how Din was so cutely clueless about Jedi stuff #so i headcannon that he refers to Luke as only Jedi for a while #even after he learns his name #also i really don't know a whole lot about star wars so pls don't @me #but if anyone wants to request more Luke and Din #I'd be super down for that

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annabethy · 3 years

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under the mistletoe, watching the fire glow day 15: christmas trees

Character A and Character B compete in Christmas house decoration,, percabeth, idk what those last few lines are but i liked it

Percy has always had a thing for Christmas. It’s just the best time of the year. It’s the time for families to get together and play in the snow, for husbands and wives to snuggle under the warm blankets, for hot chocolate and sugar cookies.

With his wife in one arm and his baby in the other two weeks from Christmas, he doesn’t think he’s ever been more content. He loves them so much, and he really wants to use the time to just take them both in, to love and cherish them.

“We should decorate the house for Christmas this year,” he tells her.

Annabeth turns her head up to look at him. She blinks languidly, and he can tell that she was on the brink of sleep.

“We always decorate for Christmas,” she says.

“It is not enough to simply have a tree. It should be decorated.”

Annabeth laughs, moving her attention back to the infant squirming in her lap. “And let our child devour glass ornaments, right?”

“My baby would never do such a thing.”

“If she can reach it, we both know it’s going in her mouth.”

Percy rolls her eyes, moving towards her so he can lift their daughter into his own arms. “Mommy doesn’t trust you,” he tells her before speaking to Annabeth. “Let’s make it a competition. Twenty kisses says I kick your ass at decorating.”

“Negative twenty kisses says you don’t,” she challenges, bringing herself to her feet.

“Negative twenty kisses?”

“I don’t kiss you for the next week.”

“Alright. We’ll see about that.” With a bit of struggle, he manages to get himself sitting up, and then he stands. “Get up. We’re going shopping so I can whoop your ass.”

Annabeth laughs mockingly. “Alright. We’ll see about that.”

Percy tosses on a jacket as Annabeth stuffs their daughter into a warm coat before wrapping her in blankets. As the baby is handed to him so she can grab the car keys, Percy can’t help but laugh at the baby’s bewildered expression. She looks like a fluffy marshmallow, her tiny face peeking out from the thick layers of clothes.

By the time they’re in the store to buy the decorations, Percy’s considering letting her win. Annabeth’s grabbing everything she sees off the shelves, holding it up for the baby to see from the carrier, before tossing it in the cart. She looks so happy while destroying his wallet, but he doesn’t mind too much because she’s too content for him to tell her no. Annabeth has always been his weakness.

“Do we like the blue ornaments?” she asks the baby, receiving no response except a little babble. “I agree. It would look fantastic.” “Blue isn’t even a Christmas color,” Percy tells her.

“Hey? Shut the fuck up, will you? I wasn’t asking you.”

Percy laughs, shifting the baby carrier to the other hand. “Why not green?”

“Uh. Who would ever decorate a Christmas tree green?”

“Damn, okay. I’m just saying you could just get a ton of colors and make it more representative of Christmas, baby.”

“Last I checked, baby, I was picking these out.”

Her words are harsh, but he knows her well enough to understand that she’s only joking. Percy just grins. “I could make a Christmas tree look so much better with every color on the spectrum. There’s only so much you can do with blue.”

“You’re wrong,” she deadpans, tossing the ornaments into the cart and getting in his face so she can pout. Percy can’t help but kiss her sweetly. “Blue conquers all.”

Percy picks up a random box off of the shelf, filled with red and green and blue and everything in between, holding it up to her nose. He grins at her disgusted look. “I think we’re going to need another Christmas tree, then.”

And that is exactly how they end up with two giant Christmas trees in the middle of their living room.

“Where are we going to put these?” Annabeth asks, armed crossed across her chest as she stares at the mess of lights and ornaments and ribbons before her.

“The uglier one can go in the garage.” He pauses. “So yours.”

Annabeth gives him a daring grin and picks up the baby that was crawling around her legs. “It’s on.”

It’s a fun competition, he decides. It’s also a deadly one because when Annabeth wants to win, she’ll do anything to get there. She actually sends their own daughter over to him with an ornament in hand, so Percy has no choice but to let her help decorate. Percy has to actually stop for a moment to watch her because it’s so cute. Her chubby hands grasp tightly onto the blue ornament as she struggles to get it to hook onto one of the branches of the tree.

“There you go,” he praises, scooping her into his arms and handing her another one. He holds her up higher so she can reach, and Annabeth ends up next to him, cooing.

“My heart,” Annabeth whispers, brushing her child’s hair out of her eyes.

“I think my tree is better because our daughter decorated it. You can’t say that mine is ugly when it was decorated by a seven-month-old.” “Actually I can because guess who put the star on my tree.”

Percy turns his head to look at her tree. It’s flawless, he must admit. The white and icy blue lights match the shades of blue the tree is decorated in. It would fit right in with a fancy business’ tree, except for the glowing star that is crooked on top of the tree. Still, the star is what pulls it all together. “You win,” he concedes, pulling Annabeth in by her waist and kissing her forehead. “I can’t compete.”

“You never can,” she teases, kissing him properly.

“The star is crooked,” he comments. “It was an innovative decision. Our daughter is an artist.”

They both watch as the star plops off of the tree, and Percy laughs in her face.

“Guess my tree is better after all,” he says playfully, nudging her with his elbow. She sniffs, pointedly turning her face away. “You owe me twenty kisses.”

“I am not kissing any part of you. You don’t deserve it.”

“I won!” he argues.

“You cheated. You used the baby, and you know that’s against the rules.”

“There were never any rules established,” he points out. “Not to mention, you also used the baby.”

“That’s different. She’s my baby.”

Percy snorts. “I think I made a pretty big contribution, wouldn’t you say?”

“You weren’t the one in labor with her for twenty-six hours.”

“Well, I’m the one who puts her to bed every night, so.” Percy shrugs, shooting her a triumphant look. “Maybe if you let me put her to bed.”

“She always cries when you do it.”

“Because you baby her.”

“Uh, she’s a baby. Of course I baby her.”

“You also get in the crib and fall asleep.”

Percy sighs, exasperated. “Baby, that was one time.”

Annabeth snickers before looking back to the trees. She’s too preoccupied to notice him staring at her like she’s the only girl in the world. Percy could live in this view, his wife in front of the beautiful sparkling lights, his baby in her arms, his family safe and whole. It’s not something he’d ever thought he’d live to see, but he is so glad that he did.

Percy comes up behind her to wrap his arms around her waist. He kisses the side of her head and his baby’s forehead before nuzzling the crook of Annabeth’s neck. He breathes her in, the delightful pine scent, though that could also be the trees in front of him. One of Annabeth’s hands come up to run through his hair as he begins to press kisses into his neck.

“Your tree is pretty,” she admits quietly, eyes still tracing over his decorations.

“You’re prettier,” he says.

Annabeth laughs, shrugging her shoulder to get him off of her. She moves to set the baby down amongst a mess of toys before she turns to him so she can wrap her arms around his neck. She looks him deeply in the eyes, and he is in love.

“Hey,” she says, nose nudging his. “I kinda love you.”

“Kiss ass,” he teases. “You’re just trying to suck up because you lost.”

“I didn’t lose if you cheated.”

Percy rolls his eyes and kisses her. “One.”

“What?”

He kisses her again. “Two.”

“I have to do this twenty times?”

“Yes. Come on, three.”

Annabeth smiles into the third kiss, and Percy feels on top of the world. He’s glad they decided to decorate the house today because if they hadn’t, he would have missed this perfect moment. “I love you too,” he breathes into the fourth kiss. “But I so win.”

She hums. “Shut up and finish those sixteen kisses.”

Percy shuts up and does as he’s told.

Five. Percy feels his pulse race.

Six. He pulls her closer.

Seven. He wants more.

Eight. Annabeth grins.

Nine. Percy kisses her nose.

Ten. She is his past.

Eleven. She is his present.

Twelve. She is his future.

Thirteen. He wants this to be his forever.

Fourteen. He knows that this is his forever.

Fifteen. She is the love of his life.

Sixteen. There aren’t enough kisses left.

Seventeen. He feels electricity through his skin.

Eighteen. He thinks he’s in love.

Nineteen. He knows he’s in love.

Twenty.

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