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akitaru obi x black!fem!reader
The lights shimmered down on your body as you walked inside the building, causing the fenty beauty body luminizer to make you look like a shining star.
You looked around and gave the photographers a quick smile or two as Obi stood next to you, admiring your beauty. He did this whenever the two of you were invited to somewhere nice and fancy that required you two to dress up. He just loved the fact that you were so confident in your natural beauty which made you glow and shine whenever you walked into a room. But there was something that he loved more than your natural beauty, which was your confidence walking into a room. Every time you two walk into a room, whether it is at starbucks, chipotle, publix, and so forth, you made it clear that you were the baddest person in the room and that everyone's attention needed to be on you.
"You look so good," he whispered in your ear as the two of you posed together for the cameras.
"Thank you handsome," you gave him a quick peck as the two of walked to the tables to take a seat.
You slowly watched as other women gave you the side eye or barley even looked at you at all. 'sad and pitiful' you thought yourself as you took your seat at the designated table assigned for you and Obi.
Obi sat down next to you and placed a hand on your thigh. You two listened to the host blabber on about whatever it was she was talking about. Obi really didn't care about what was going on, but you on the other side, were a bit interested. He let a small sigh out as he threw his head back in his chair. Obi now remembered why he attended these events, just so you could show off your beauty and your outfits.
His eyes were now fixated on your dress. He liked the way the gold went well with your skin tone and how you had a slit on the side, causing your thighs to be exposed. He bit the bottom of his lip as he began to think about what he shouldn't be thinking about.
"Baby..." he trailed off in your ear as you nodded your head.
"Can you look at me please," he added with a little whine.
"What is it Obi?" you turned your head to the side and looked at him.
"I need you," he whined, feeling himself becoming hard.
"Babe, I'm busy," you gave him a stern look, but he couldn't care less.
"Please..." he trailed off as his fingers began to trail upwards to your dress.
"Fine," you huffed, slowly getting up from your seat as Obi followed behind you.
You found the nearest bedroom as Obi closed the door quickly. He slowly walked up behind you, placing his bulge on you as you licked your bottom lip.
"You wearing this dress caused this," he whispered in your ear as he began to place kisses on your neck.
"Obi we are at a public event," you whispered, turning him around.
"Okay, so try and stay quiet. Understand?" he backed you up against the wall.
You nodded your head as he began to unbuckle and unzip his pants. Once that was done, his pants dropped and he slid your dress up. He moved your thong to the side as he slowly entered inside of you.
He softly groaned as he began to thrust in and out of you, holding you up against the wall. You bit the bottom of your lip as you felt him going deeper and rougher inside of you.
"Shit.Shit.Shit.Shit.Shit." you whispered as tears began to slowly form in your eyes.
You bit into obis shoulder and began to scream and moan, "shhh baby girl," he chuckled as his thrusts began to slow down.
"I'm so close..." you whimpered, looking at him.
"I am too. go ahead," the two of you released at the same time as you sighed.
"What a good girl," he smirked, placing a kiss on your lips.
"I can't believe this...." you trailed off as he helped you clean up.
"Believe what?" he began to buckle his pants.
"That we fucked here in the bathroom and people walking by could've heard us," you gave him a look.
"This isn't the first time we've had public sex, so...." he trailed off, giving you a peck.
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ð©ð¬ðµð°ðŽðšð¹ðŒ ðºð¯ð°ðµðŽð¶ðµ ðŸðšðº ð¶ðµð¬ ð¶ð ð»ð¯ð¬ ðŽðšð°ðµ ð¹ð¬ðšðºð¶ðµðº ðŸð¯ð ðð¶ðŒ ðŸð¶ðŒð³ð« ðºð»ðšð ð³ðšð»ð¬ ðšð» ðŸð¶ð¹ð². Your favorite customer would always come to your shop ten minutes before closing to pick up his cases of sake. Why did he come so late? You didn't know. Though, you didn't mind either. Having the company of Asakusa's King of Destruction wasn't so bad. He didn't talk as much. Maybe a bit of flirting. But mainly, the conversations would consist of you nagging about stressful drunks that came to your shop throughout the day.Â
However, tonight was different from other nights.Â
Although Benimaru didnât mind listening to your rants, he wanted to know more about you. He thought you deserved a breather, and sharing a bottle of sake with him was just the relief you needed. Along with something else, of course.Â
You told him about your childhood and why you moved to Asakusa. After losing your parents in a fire at a young age, you needed a fresh start. You heard rumors about Asakusa being lively and friendly. Since being here, those rumors have proved true. The civilians have been more than welcoming, and you appreciated that dearly. If you didn't know any better, some of them even took a liking to you. How they came into your shop with cheeks as crimson as the moon itself was very telling, and Benimaru was no exception.
The night continued with you talking and him listening, but thirty minutes into drinking, the conversation took a turn. It became more intimate. Seeing Benimaru intoxicated was not something you expected. He had this uncontrollable grin on his face that you couldn't help but think was cute. Benimaru was extremely handsome, and you would be lying if you said you weren't attracted to him. How those unique scarlet-colored irises ogled at you showed he felt the same.Â
He would sip on his sake, peeking past the cup to focus on how full your thighs were. Your legs were crossed invitingly, and if he looked hard enough, he could see those purple panties through the mini skirt you had on. Benimaru felt like such a pervert, but he couldn't help himself. You were intoxicatingly sexy. He admired your fiery spirit and how you would match his energy. But at times, he would even become bashful of your direct flirting.Â
Similar to right now.Â
Something about the substance in your system gave you the courage to walk toward him and sit on his lap to run your fingers through his ink-colored locks. Benimaru had no complaints about your current actions, and how he pulled your legs over to straddle him said so. His hand rested on the small of your back, using his other to continue to drink his sake. You exchanged bedroom eyes while your mouths ghosted over each other's, inches away from locking lips.Â
You felt his hardened erection against your clothed pussy to make it known that it needed some affection. You shifted your body slightly to get more comfortable, but really you wanted to tease him. A pool of wetness formed in your garments, and you knew it was leaking through. Your fingers began descending onto his cheeks, soft tips caressing his flesh, causing him to shiver. And throughout this all, Benimaru never broke eye contact.
He was mesmerized by your beauty. From the ochre of your complexion to the kink of your coils. Your thick figure that he currently had the opportunity to feel. He could only imagine how perfect you would feel wrapped around him. Blood rushed to his face just thinking about it, and soon his thoughts would become real.Â
âWhatâs on your mind, Beni?â you whispered.Â
âYouâre so damn pretty.â
âOh? Hm, why thank you. Youâre not too bad yourself, but tell meâwhatâs really on your mind? I know heâs telling me, but I want to hear it from you.â And by he, you meant his cock that wouldnât stop growing against you.Â
âSo you noticed?â
âHow couldnât I notice? I know you feel how wet my pussy is. And I would be lying if I said I didnât always get like this every time I see you.â
He sipped on his sake, pressing his hand on your back to push you closer to his chest. âWhy didnât you tell me this before?â
âHm, I guess the liquor is giving me courage.â
âDoesnât seem like enough because you havenât kissed me yet,â he sassed.Â
The smile on your face was coy before giving him kitten licks on his lips. But he didn't have the patience to play games. He cuffed your jaw, forcing it open to plunge his tongue into the back of your throat. The taste of the lingering toxicants in your mouth caused him to groan in despair. Benimaru set aside his cup of sake without parting lips to snake his arms around your thick waist. He shifted in his seat to sit up straight, to which you slightly bounced, hissing from feeling the friction of his clothed cock.Â
You began to grind your hips onto his, hoping to cum from the small yet effective action. Your slender fingers became lost in his silk hair while locking lips. It's been a long since you last had sex, and you wanted nothing more than to fuck Benimaru Shinmon in your shop. Your actions were filled with hunger. Nipping on his bottom lip. Sucking the taste off his tongue. You wanted all of him. And you were going to get what you wanted.
The fervent kiss was filled with sexual desire. An emotion you both shared, along with electricity spreading throughout your bodies. Once leaving a few more smooches, his lips descended to your neck to suck on your flesh. The aroma of strawberry milk tickled his nose. You smelled so fucking sweet. It drove Asakusa's King of Destruction insane. His hands comforted your breasts, fondling and squeezing your nipples through your thin tank top. You let out a soft moan, being rather pleased, but you needed more.Â
"Shit. Just fuck me already, Beni," you purred, resting your hands on his neck to pull him closer. You were so damn desperate for his cock, and it was clear based on you dry-humping him.Â
He continued to leave wet kisses along your skin, finally shoving his hand underneath your shirt to feel the pebbled flesh of your breast. âHow badly do you want my dick inside of you? Tell me, Y/N.â
âNgh, so badly. I want you to fuck me good and make me cum.â
âLet me hear you beg for it,â he demanded.Â
âBenimaru, please. Please, I need you now.â Regardless of you sounding pathetic, like a bitch in heat, begging for his dick, youâd continue to do so until you get it.Â
He cuffed your chin to have you look at him, ghosting over your lips. âHm, atta girlâbut not like this. You donât deserve to get fucked in a shop. I want to take my fucking you on a futon, but I have an idea.â
You pouted, looking up through your lashes. âAnd whatâs that?â
âCome warm me up.â
Knowing what he meant, you returned your lips to his, vigorously kissing him while unstrapping his trousers to free his needy friend. Intensity was filled between you, eager to have his cock inside you, and once you felt him, you were not disappointed.Â
Your tongues remained intertwining while your hand wrapped around his length to give it a few pumps. You looked down, softly cursing from seeing that angry mushroom-tip cock oozing precum. He was bigger than you imagined. His girth. His length. That thick fucking vein that stood out on the side. It was so damn pretty. The whore in you just wanted to get on your knees and suck him offâbut you'll save that for another time.Â
Without waiting any further, Benimaru hiked up your skirt to pull your panties to the side. He stood up to grab his cock to rub his head against your clit. He admired the pornographic sound of your stirred wetness and you nearly trembling from his touch. Seeing you beg for him did something to an ego he thought he didn't have.Â
âBenimaru, please. Just put it in already,â you whined.
âImpatient, are we?â
He aligned with your entrance to tenderly push himself inside of you. Benimaru watched how your brows drew together, plush two-toned lips parted from feeling the pressure of his tip. Your body stiffened, but he held you in place to ghost over your ears to say,Â
âRelax, Y/NâI got you.â
And with that being said, he bullied your hole until your cunt wrapped around him effortlessly. You dug your nude manicured nails into his shoulders while a lingering moan of his name slipped through your lips. His cock was too damn big, but he managed. Despite that, your walls were still resisting him.
His hand returned to your chin to give you sloppy smooches. As he continued to massage your lips with his own, he returned, sitting on the chair, purposely with the intent to have you bounce on him. A wail erupted from the pit of your stomach. Feeling all eight inches of Benimaru inside of you was a lot. You pressed your forehead onto his, doing your best to take him, but the girth of his cock wasn't making it easy.Â
He gave you kisses on your face, crooning how he knows you can take it. Benimaru could barely contain himself. Your pussy was so fucking wetâso tight. Maybe he did want to fuck you right now? No. He'll be patient. But for now, he needed to make sure you were okay.Â
âAre you okay, Y/N? Tell me how you feel, pretty girl,â he soothed.Â
You nodded. âIâmâIâm good. Youâre just so big, Beni.â
âI know, but you were begging for this, remember? You wanted my cock deep inside of you.â
You did, and you were going to take it. You threw your arms around his neck to pull him into a kiss once more. You lifted your body from his length to sink down on his cock. His tip instantly met with your cushion, at which you both exchanged sounds of pleasure in your mouths. Your pussy swallowed Beni. The warmth alone could make him cum, but he was determined to last as long as possible.Â
Your heated juices coated his cock as the lewd noises of your obnoxiously swirling tongues bounced off the walls of your shop. You moved your hands to cuff his face the more intense kissing became. How you sensually bit down on his lips caused him to groan, gripping your waist tightly to bury himself balls deep. Like the sly fox you are, you attempted to move on his cock. However, Benimaru wasn't having it. Not because he didn't want you to. He knew even one movement you made, he would cum on cue.Â
Thatâs what good pussy does to you.
âY/NâDonât tempt me.â
âI wanna cum, Beni,â you whimpered.
âOh? Is that so?â He gave you one more smooch before resting his back comfortably in the chair. He told you not to move, but you were convinced he kept doing these subtle movements to stuff himself further. Never did you expect Benimaru Shinmon to be a fucking tease. âBe a good slut and use me to make yourself cum. Play with your pussy, and donât look away either.âÂ
The demand in your voice caused you to clench around him. You tried to return your lips to his, but he pulled his face back, standing firm on what he said about watching you cum. Your fingers made their way down to your throbbing bud to flick it intensely, hoping to chase your release. As instructed, you held contact with those crimson irises that matched in color to the heat that ran across his cheeks. You used your other hand to free your perfectly sagged tits to toy with your nipples, and it was an action that had Benimaru twitching in your pussy.
He rubbed your bottom lip with his thumb before placing his fingers in your mouth, pressing down on your tongue, but you instinctively began sucking on his fingers. Gosh, you were fucking hot, and Benimaru couldn't agree more. You were such a good slut for him. He refused to allow this night to end here, thinking he would take you back to your place and fuck you well. He knew he was supposed to observe you while you played with yourself. Though, he couldn't help but throw his head from feeling your cunt pulsating around him.Â
âB-Beni, look at me. I-Iâm about to cum,â you stammered, recklessly rubbing your clit.Â
âDo you understand how good you feel, Y/N? This pussy is so damn warm and wet. And you look so pretty. Fuck, Iâm about to cum with you.âÂ
Benimaru abruptly stood up to gently place your back on a table near you, returning his lips to you one last time before nutting. Forget wanting to watch you cum. He needed to taste the sweetness of your whimpers in his mouth. He shooed away your hand on your bud to use his own to vigorously massage it. With every flick he took, your back deepened its arch, and you further clenched around him. Your moans increased in volume due to the applied pressure on your clitâyour climax was now here, and Benimaru was right behind you.
âYouâre squeezing so tightly, Y/N,â he rasped.
âBecause Iâm cumming, Beni. R-Rub my clit harderâplease.â
Your eyes rolled back as you released your tensions, fully decorating Benimaru with your cream that kept his cock perfectly as he requested. Even after cumming, arousal burns throughout your body. Your walls fluttered and contracted, clenching and unclenching around him.Â
He felt like he was on edge. His cock kept twitching uncontrollably, and not too long after you, he came himself. Benimaru didn't have enough time to pull out, but honestly, you had no complaints about him flooding you with his cum. The shared heat of your cunt and his bitters were the perfect temperatures. For months, he dreamt of you wrapping around his cock, and he was sure to cherish this moment.Â
You watched as he lolled his head while still balls deep in your pussy. You shared steady breaths and a final moan once he pulled his now soft member out of you. He fixed your panties back in place, so his seeds didn't spill between your thighs, but based on how stuffed you felt, you knew they would regardless. He fixed his trousers before lifting you by your waist, returning to the chair to where he gave you soft kisses.
âYou did so well, pretty girl. Now, come on. Let me take you home so I can fuck you.â
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ð¬ð°ððð âð§ ð¬ðð¢ðð€ð² ~ ððð§ð¢ðŠðð«ð®
# black coded reader (anyone can read). food play. oral (m receiving)
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benimaru laid against the your shared headboard as he waited patiently for you to come back upstairs. you had told him to sit down and don't move until you came back because you wanted to try out something new on him that you'd seen online. no matter how many times he asked or tried to pry it out of you, you refused to tell him what it was.
all he could do is wait and cross his fingers, hoping you didn't come back with a cucumber or eggplant. he heard your footsteps running back upstairs as you ran into the room, excitement written all over your face as you plopped down on the bed near his feet.
"whatcha got there?" he asked, noticing that you were hiding something behind your back.
you bit down on the bottom of your lip before pulling the fruit roll up from behind your back, earning a weird look from him. "the hell you gonna do with that?" you didn't answer him, leaning over and spreading his legs as you undid his belt. benimaru raised his eyebrows, he was a bit shocked from your straightforwardness but he damn sure wasn't complaining.
you could feel his dick getting hard under your hands as you pulled his zipper down, looking up at him through your eyelashes to see he wore a smirk on his face. you quickly pulled his pants and underwear down, watching as his dick bounced and slapped against the bottom of his stomach.
you took the fruit roll up and ripped open the wrapper with your teeth, pulling the candy out and unraveling it. "this is gonna get a lil messy 'ight?" you tried to warn him but he just shrugged, not giving a care in the world.
you gently grabbed his dick, laying your tongue flat against his big tip as you gave small kitten licks, earning a grunt from him. you then started to wrap the sticky treat around his dick, the fruit roll up barely wrapped all the way around due to his thickness. you could see the multiple veins he had protruding through the candy, nearly making you drool.
"so? you just gonna stare or put it in your mouth?" his dick twitched from the lack of friction, beads of pre-cum rolling down from his slit onto the candy. you brought your tongue back to his dick and swirled your tongue around his entire time before bringing it into your mouth and sucking harshly.
you heard beni grunt loudly and his hips bucked up into your mouth as his big hands fisted the sheets, screwing his eyes shut. you started to swallow more of his dick into your mouth, pre-cum and the candy being mixed together in your mouth while you started to get a little more messy: coming up for a minute before puckering your lips and spitting out a glob of saliva on his dick before using your hand and stroking it up and down rapidly, putting his dick back into your mouth.
you watched as benimaru's started to clench and unclench his stomach, draping his arm over his face to hide the blush that was creeping up onto his skin. the fruit roll up was more like a colorful syrup that was sticking to his dick and thighs, you it slurped up happily as you hollowed out your cheeks and moaned loudly, sending vibrations through his dick and making him let outa string of curses under his breath.
you knew he was on the verge of cumming from how his dick kept twitching inside of your mouth, you decided to pick up the pace, bringing both of your hands around his dick as you stroked his fast while bobbing your head up and down, squeezing it a bit every now and then. beni bit down harshly on his bottom lip, enough to shed blood as his eyebrows furrowed together and he came inside your mouth, sucking his teeth from feeling your plump lips sucking all of the cum out of him.
you swallowed of the salty liquid as you popped his dick out of your mouth, smiling up at his out of breath figure while you licked some of the sweetness off of your lips. "i knew you would like it" benimaru didn't even give you a proper response, simply nodding his head as he came down from his high.
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aggy ass boys who fell in love with you ever since you âbeat his assâ for touching your hair.
We know as young black girls raised by our mothers they always tell us to never let anybody touch our hairâneverð
ðŸââïž.
So fast forward to you telling him to stop twice after tugging on your hair, who doesnât take heed to your warning tugs on it again extra hard, harder than the other times, your arm comes barreling forward, palm connecting with his face.
âI told you to stop so many times just leave me alone.â You scurry off not wanting to be caught and punished leaving him behind, whoâs face turned red for two reasons that day.
After that he never touched your hair and followed behind you quietly wherever he could, face turning a peach shade whenever you side eyed him. That was the day he knew he fell in love.
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â³ Met when he was saving you from an infernal
â³ before he could ask if youâre okay this boy was at loss of words ð
â³ your glossy lips , curls/locs shaping your face , your skin was just glowinggg
â³ this boy was heating up rqq , which led to Arthur making fun of him
â³ on days off when theyâre not doing any paperwork or dealing with infernals heâd come meet you in that same spot where he saved you
â³ yâall would talk for hourss about the most random things
â³ if heâs real comfortable with you , heâd probably bring up Sho and his mother
â³ sometimes yâall would have a lil picnic and youâd bring him some food to eat ð
â³ heâd beg you to make more btw
â³ 9/10 heâd ask about your culture or how it was like growing up , especially in tokyo
â³ sometimes hinawa would scold him for returning so late
â³ when him and arthur are in their rooms about to sleep heâd beg shinra to tell him what happened on yâall picnic/date
â³ The whole Company 8 would tease him about yâall lil relationship
â³ Arthur would tease him smm but deep down heâs a lil jealous
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Akitaru Obi Nsfw Headcanons
MDNI/18+Only
cw: as always black female reader intended, mature content ahead do not interact if you do not have the age required to do so!
wc: 300 sum
First things first pause, dramatic hair flip, sit down, calm yourself, drink some water, you aight, good here we goÂ
like I was saying did you see this man!?! I know that his girlfriend wonât be able to fight him let alone run away from him but letâs get to the real deal right so
size kink
I mean * clears throat* isnât that evident. He built like that I donât have the terms for it right now Iâm having a brainfart moment but heâs so hot like if I were to get close to him Iâd ð«Šð«¡ð«
This man is so respectful I will explain what I mean by that. He is the type of dude to treat you like the queen you are, be praised by your parents and even when heâs at your parents house itâs as if he already were part of the family but when you too are alone he fucks you like he hates your guts so bad ð ma'am with all due respect your legs will require a wheelchair for the next few days or you'll have to remain bedridden! watch out for these guys in real life theyâre a threat!!
He makes sure that you workout safely and that you eat well too properly nourish your body but when he is the one monitoring you because you let him itâs another type of work out you end up doing like canât he never get enough ð
He is a very understanding boyfriend and you know that you are extremely lucky to have him ð but sometimes you also start thinking that he is doing too much when you are cuddling on the couch often he really doesnât want to let you go like could you let me ð€
but he already knows that you are his future wife and the mother of his kids
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Jujitsu kaisen
Fireforce
Demon slayer
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Boku no hero academia
Marvel
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entangled - jjk&kth - part two
â¶title: entangled
â¶pairing: spidey!jungkook x fem reader, venom!taehyung x fem reader
â¶au: marvel au
ⶠrating: 18+
ⶠgenre: romance, smut, love triangle
ⶠwc: 9k
ⶠwarnings: mentions of blood and injuries, more infidelity type things, reader is confused af, two smut scenes because we take what they wanna give us: unprotected sex (donât do this tho), dirty talk, kissing, fingering, couple position switches, itâs all pretty lovey dovey
ⶠsummary: Kim Taehyung is Venom.
A huge, terrifying symbiote monster thatâs bonded with him and made a deal for a common goal.
You donât know what youâre doing. Your feelings are mixed and frazzled and confused. But you may not have the time to sort them out just yet if you canât keep the two people you care about most from killing each other first.
ⶠauthors note: hello darklings. Youâve all waited way too long for me to get this second part together and for that I apologize. I hope this makes up for the wait. The third and final part that follows this will be a bit of a wait too while I work on another fic, but I promise it will come. Big endless shoutout to @sailoryooons for listening to me whine about this for months and for beta reading the mess that it became. Also shouts to @tea4sykes for reading before it was even done to reassure me it was flowing okay. I love you guys.
Part One (if you missed it)
playlist if you want it: https://open.spotify.com/playlist/5cg79N5KQBmZ9fOCtyD3A7?si=cQlAtRT7Roat33E60rzKtQ&pi=u-lMIH9SpZSD6X
You needed to run.
Everything was happening too quickly, your head couldnât catch up with your feet that were scrambling across the floor in every direction trying to escape the monster Taehyung had just turned into. He had you completely trapped with nowhere to go.
Not to mention you were mostly naked with only a thin sheet barely clinging around you.
âStop! Leave me alone! Please!â You beg and scream as it cuts you off again when you make a dash for the stairs.
âNo. Leaving.â Venom roars and tries to make a move towards you, but stops when you accidentally back into the record player Taehyung has sitting on his side table.
The record scratches and squeaks at a high pitch and Venom groans in pain at the sound, his clawed hands grabbing at his head as he stumbles backwards. His black, crawling skin pulls away until you catch glimpses of Taehyung beneath the monster.Â
âRun. PleaseâŠrun,â he begs before Venom consumes him again. But before he can get too far, you push over the record player so that it makes a constant high pitched noise and Venom screams until he falls back against the railing and goes over the edge.
You donât wait to see anything else.Â
Grabbing the ends of the sheet you dash towards the bathroom and shove the door closed behind you, looking around frantically for a way to escape. Immediately your eyes see the fire escape outside the window.Â
You see some discarded clothes on the floor and immediately throw on the T-shirt and basketball shorts before using all your strength to shove open the old window that has obviously not been used in years. The old white paint cracks and splinters to the floor as you climb up onto the sill.
A loud bang suddenly sounds from outside the bathroom door. Venom mustâve stopped the record player.Â
âWhere are you, girl?â You hear his menacing voice travel through the door.Â
Your pulse picks up again as you shove yourself the rest of the way out the window and into the pouring rain. The metal of the fire escape creaks and brings an instant chill to your already shaking body.Â
Looking back, you see the bathroom door shatter with the force the monster uses to break it open. You can barely hear yourself scream as you throw your weight onto the top of the window and close it behind you. You donât look back again as you sprint down the stairs of the fire escape, but the sound of Venom crashing through the glass makes you move faster.Â
Bricks from the warehouse crunch beneath his claws and feet, causing pieces to crumble and rain down over your head. As soon as your bare feet hit the pavement, you make a mad dash past the docks and towards the main road.
The rain pelts against your face as the clouds continue to block the sun that should be starting to come up now. There is barely any light for you to see where you are going while the world is still wrapped in a navy blue hue.
You can see headlights up ahead. Cars. People. A way out.
âNot so fast.â Venom suddenly drops in front of you, making you stumble and fall to your back against the cobblestones. Your elbows scrape across the ground as you try to move away but heâs too big and too fast.
âPleaseâŠjust let me go. I wonât tell anyone about you. I swear.â You press flat to the ground as Venom looms over you, his face slowly maneuvering downwards until your nose almost touches him.
âWeâŠwant to keep you. Protect you.âÂ
âYouâre scaring me, Taehyung. How can you say you want to protect me?â The crawling, black skin of Venomâs face peels away to reveal Taehyung once more.
âYouâre in the middle of something that you shouldnât be,â Taehyung says desperately.Â
âWhat does that even mean?âÂ
â_____, please stay away from Jungkook. He-â Taehyung is cut off when Venom closes the skin back over his face. âHeâs here,â he growls, moving to stand over top of you.
Before you can question him again, the bright light of a laser blast shoots past you, barely skimming Venomâs shoulder and blowing chunks of the ground all over you.
When you look back up, the red and gold suit of Ironman comes flying into your view. He tries to fly between you and Venom, but the monster is too fast, back handing Ironman and sending him flying into the side of one of the buildings.
âNo!â You yell, trying to get to your feet but you canât get your footing with all the rubble surrounding you.
âStay. Back,â Venom whips around to tell you. That distraction is enough for Ironman to come flying back, hitting Venom in the stomach with his shoulder and throwing the two of them about ten feet away.
You donât want Jin to hurt Taehyung. Venom is the monster. Taehyung is good. Heâs gentle and kind.Â
Your head hurts so badly and thereâs blood dripping down your newly busted lip. You donât know what you can do but you have to do something.Â
Getting to your feet as the rain continues to pour from the thundering clouds overhead, you clamber through the rubble trying to get closer to where Jin has Venom pinned against the side of a dumpster. Just as you approach, Venom hits Jinâs hand away causing the laser blast to go off and almost hit you. You felt the heat of it skim past your face.
âGet out of here, _____! Now!â Jin yells, losing his balance when Venom pushes him off into the side of another building. You fall back on your ass, hitting the wet street once again.
Venom crawls over to you slowly. The sight of it freezing you in place as the slithering skin of his face once again pulls back to reveal Taehyung.
âI donât want to hurt you.â He says, bending to get closer to you. You can see Jin getting back up out of the corner of your eye.
âRun, Tae. Please just run away and hide. And donât ever come looking for me again. Theyâll kill you.â You touch his cheek and his eyes close. âPlease go.â
Just as you take your hand away you hear someone from above you yell your name, your head whipping up at the familiar sound.
Venomâs face consumes Taehyung again as he steps in front of you defensively. Jungkook comes into view, swinging down from a web attached to the nearest warehouse.Â
Jungkook moves so quickly you can barely register whatâs happening before heâs kicking Venom hard enough to make him roar and fly across the other side of the road.
âGet her out of here, Jungkook!â Jin yells as he comes back into the fight.
âWe have him where we want him! Iâm not leaving!â Jungkook yells back, shooting a web at one of the big pieces of rubble and flinging it towards Venom.
It shouldnât hurt to hear him say that.
It shouldnât sting like a slap across the face when he doesnât choose you again. But god, does it fucking ever.
âNow!â Jin screams the word at Jungkook, barely holding off Venom, who is scraping and clawing with all his might to get back to you.
Such an anomaly this turned out to be.
Jungkook shoots off a few more webs, catching them on one of Venomâs wrists and sticking to the ground so itâs harder for him to move. And then Jungkook is whirling around and scooping you into his arms.
You wrap your arms around his neck instinctively, looking over his shoulder to watch the fight between Jin and Venom for as long as you can before theyâre just dots in the distance as Jungkook swings you back into the city.
You almost start to doze off from exhaustion when you feel the world stop moving and Jungkook standing you on your feet. You almost lose your balance at the loss of him so suddenly.
âWhat the fuck were you doing out there, ____?â Jungkook asks, his voice loud and full of an anger youâd never heard from him before.
âIâŠI was just going for a walkâŠâ the lie falls from your mouth before you even have a chance to think about it. âI got lostâŠâ
âHow do you always do this? How are you always in the middle of some terrible shit?â Jungkook rips his mask off and throws it across your bedroom against the opposite wall before he starts to pace.
âIâm sorryâŠâ you feel so small as you watch the anger radiate off of him.
âSorry? Youâre sorry? Do you have any idea what youâve likely cost us tonight?â He comes into your space, backing you into your kitchen counter.
âJungkookâŠâÂ
âJustâŠstay out of my way, Data.â His shoulders slump when he steps back from you and grabs his mask from the floor. Your body shakes and gives into your exhaustion, your knees hitting the floor as Jungkook bounds off your balcony.
The only light in your apartment is from the barely there sun, casting shadows of your furniture and the plants on the windowsill across the hardwood floor. Itâs quiet, too quiet when thereâs a busy city 10 floors down.
How could one person make you feel so loved and so alone at the same time? Were you the bad guy? You slept with Taehyung out of spiteâŠdidnât you? Thatâs how it started at leastâŠnow youâre not sure how you feel.
You donât understand Taehyung, and part of you wants to know more. Why is he allowing Venom to control him and use him? What does he get out of it? All questions you would love to ask him if he wasnât an absolutely terrifying monster.
A monster that Jungkook could possibly be killing right now. That thought makes you nauseous immediately.
You crawl across the floor until you can press your back against the wall, pulling your knees to your chest and putting your head between them. You needed to block it all out for a momentâŠor several.
You donât know how long you have been sitting there or when you fall asleep but eventually you lift your head and squint at the sun trickling in through your windows and balcony doors. A perfectly cool breeze moves your green curtains and gives you goosebumps.
When your back starts to hurt from sitting on the wood floor, you convince yourself to get up to close the door. You know you desperately need a shower as well.
As you reach the balcony door, you see Jungkook sitting on your stone railing, his head in his hands. You want to rush towards him and make sure heâs okay, but you stay put.
âHow long have you been out here?â You ask quietly, hand gripping the door handle too tightly.
âA while.â Jungkook mutters, his hands coming up to his hair and pulling at the roots.
âYouâŠyou should go home, Jungkook.â You hate the sound of your own voice right now. Weak and scratchy.
âI shouldnât have said those things to you earlier, Data.â He moves slowly, head coming up as he slides off the railing to stand.
âBut you did. And I have a feeling you meant them.â
âNoâŠI just donât understand why we canât catch this monster. And when I saw you there, I lost it.â He runs his hand through his mess of black waves.
âDidâŠdid you catch him now?â You swallow thickly, not sure what answer you want to hear.
âNo. Jin couldnât hold him. Heâs looking into asking Dr. Kim for help in building a trap.â He looks defeated and the guilt starts to crawl up your throat.
Dr. Kim Namjoon is a scientist that most people would know as the Hulk. Heâs a brilliant mind and someone you very much look up to as far as the career path you hope to take one day. It scares you that he might get involved in capturingâŠor killing Taehyung.
âIâm sorry,â is all you can manage to whisper.
âDataâŠâ He steps closer to you and you flinch a little. âFuckâŠfuck Iâm so sorry. You were scared and youâreâŠyouâre fucking hurt and all I did was yell at you.â Jungkook stays where he is, but reaches out his hand towards you.
âI donâtâŠI canât,â you whimper.
âItâs okay. Let me take care of you, baby. Please.â His hand stays out stretched and you know if you take it that the guilt will continue to eat away at you. That you can never tell him what you know. Because you care about JungkookâŠbut you care about Taehyung too, and you just hope he runs and doesnât come back.
You take Jungkookâs hand and he gently steps towards you again until heâs close enough to cup your face in his hands, angling it in different ways to mentally take note of your injuries. He runs his thumb over the bump on your forehead and the cut on your lip that has you wincing. His lips press to your forehead when your arms finally wrap around his middle and fingers grip at his back.
âIâm just making trouble for you, JK.â Your lip trembles when you look up into his eyes, his brows scrunching in confusion.
âWe knew when we started that this wasnât going to be easy. But IâŠI have a responsibility, Data. And Iâm doing my best to do that and keep you safe.â He swipes at your tears and lifts you onto the counter so he can stand between your thighs. âIâll always keep you safe.â
You believe him. But at what cost? What will happen to him if he continues to worry about you instead of the danger he is so heroically protecting the cityâŠmaybe even the world from. He is your best friend and something so much more.Â
Your hands slide into his hair, the damp strands sliding through your fingers in the most familiar way. Jungkook's hands stay on your cheeks as he pulls your mouth to his, swallowing the little whimpers that try to escape you.
His lips taste like his favorite minty chapstick and the cinnamon gum he had probably chewed on his way back to your apartment. He always chews it when he needs to think more clearly.
âYou have every right to be angry with me,â you whisper between sweet pecks to your lips.
âAngryâŠmaybe. But cruel? No. You mean more to me than that.â His mouth finds your jaw while his hands gently hold your shoulders. âHow about a bath?â
Could you really be deserving of these moments with Jungkook when you were enjoying being face down on Taehyungâs bed just a day ago?
Fuck. You were so fucking selfish.
You nod your head âyesâ, not trusting your voice when guilt is rising up your throat.
Jungkook picks you up from the counter, your arms around his neck and legs around his hips as he carries you towards your tiny apartment bathroom. Stopping once or twice to press your back against the wall and slip his tongue into your mouth. A tongue that you gladly suck between your teeth until he moans your name.
âGet these off.â Jungkook shoves into your bathroom, the space almost too small for you and his broad body. He makes quick but gentle work of your dirt and blood stained clothes, kicking them into the corner of the bathroom.
You help him slide the sleeves of his blue and red suit down his arms, slowly revealing all the beautiful ink tattooed into the skin of his right arm. Your hands follow the dips of muscle of his torso as more skin is revealed from beneath his suit.
After heâs naked and youâve thoroughly touched as much of his bare body as you can, you slide your ass up onto your tiny marble vanity and open your legs for him to stand between. Jungkook stands back a moment, his eyes roaming and settling between your legs.
âAre you sure youâre okay with this? You went through a lot tonightâŠâ You donât let him finish his sentence, wrapping your fingers around his semi-hard cock so you can stroke him.
âLetâs talk later. Right now I just need to feel you inside me. Remind me why Iâm yoursâŠplease.â You could feel traitorous tears try to well in your eyes and Jungkook furrows his brows in confusion for a moment.
âDataâŠâ He puts his hand over yours to stop your strokes.
âNo. PleaseâŠI need you.â You meet his eyes and it only takes him a moment to tighten his hand on yours and help you move your fist up and down his cock again.
Jungkooks head rolls forward, a deep grumble in his chest sending shivers up your spine. He steps closer so his hips can widen your thighs and you can guide his cock to your entrance. Youâre so wet that he easily pushes into you, your back arching off the vanity mirror at the stretch.
âYouâve always been my girl, Data.â His tattooed hand grips your hip and steadies you when he begins to shallow thrust, crude wet noises already coming from where your bodies meet. âYour pussy always remembers me so well.â
âDo the other Avengers know how filthy your mouth is?â You whisper, leaning forward to kiss him.
âMy filthy mouth is only for you.â Jungkook kisses you back, sheathing himself completely inside you and holding himself there. He moves his swollen lips down your jaw and over your chest until he reaches your nipples, sucking and pulling until youâre a moaning mess.
âPlease move, Jungkook.â You inch your ass forward until itâs perched right on the edge of the vanity. Jungkook groans against your breast, lifting his head to look where your bodies meet.
He holds both your hips in his hands as he begins a quick pace. But no matter how fast he pumps his hips against you, he never misses that spot inside you that makes stars dance across your eyelids.
âYou feel so good. I donât think Iâm gonna lastâŠâ His distressed face meets yours and you reach up to touch his face and pull him closer.
âIâm so close, JKâŠplease make me come.â He kisses you, hard and unyielding while his cock drills you against the mirror. Youâre almost afraid itâll break when he forgets how strong he is. But you donât care, you want him to break you. You donât deserve soft and sweet right now.
Jungkook lifts you off the vanity and faster than humanly possible has you on the floor of your hallway right outside your tiny bathroom. He throws your legs over his shoulders and hits a spot inside you that almost immediately has you crying out his name and coming all over his cock. Your pussy clenches around him so hard it makes him whimper above you, bringing him to his own orgasm. He fills you up as warmth spreads all over your body.
âDid I hurt you? I was too roughâŠâ His hands are immediately on your face angling you to look at him.
âNo, Iâm okay. I promise.â You smile at him, hoping that it feels real. Youâre too riddled with guilt.
âLetâs get in the bath.â He pulls out of you slowly, sitting up on his knees while he presses soft kisses to your fingers and palm.
The tub is far too small for the both of you, but it doesnât matter. Water sloshes out onto the floor each time you move, but that doesnât matter either. It feels good to have his warmth behind you when you lean back against his chest.Â
âDo you want to talk about what happened?â Jungkook asks after a while, his hands rubbing your arms while his lips kiss the top of your head.
You freeze, knowing that you should tell him the truth. That you know who the monster is that heâs searching for. But you canât bring yourself to put Taehyung in danger. So you lie. Again.
âI went for drinks with friends last nightâŠI got lost walking home. I donât know how I ended up at the docks. It was so stupid of meâŠâ You hate how easily the lie spilled out.
âYou arenât stupid, Data. You just seem to have a magnet for danger.â He laughs quietly, kissing your shoulder. âI shouldnât have made you feel like it was your fault.â
âIt was my fault. I messed things up for you and Jin,â you sigh, slumping against his wet chest.
âDonât worry about that. It wonât be much longer before we have the monster.âÂ
âHave him?â You ask, goosebumps prickling your skin.
âMr. Kim thinks the monster is a human. An experiment gone wrong. He wants to help himâŠor study him. As long as it isnât running free in the city anymore.â Jungkook explains, his hands gathering some soap bubbles from the water and washing your arms and chest with gentle fingers.
âHow would he help him?â If Jin can help TaehyungâŠthen maybe he can get rid of Venom.
âIâm not sure. I think we would be better off getting rid of it altogether. Itâs a menace.â You feel Jungkookâs muscles tense as he talks and you know you still can't tell him the truth about Venom.
You donât say anything else, afraid that your voice will shake and give you away. He knows you too well.Â
Jungkook makes sure youâre cleaned up and comfortable in bed before he leaves you again. In most cases you would feel hurt that heâs left, but you need time to think without your feelings being clouded by his presence.
What the fuck are you going to do?
Going about your normal day to day life felt wrong. You go to school. You study with your friends. You see Jungkook on occasion, and every time you do, the guilt burrows a little deeper inside you, whittling away at your ability to keep up the facade.Â
What makes it worse was that Taehyung hasnât been at school for two weeks. It makes you absolutely terrified that something has happened to him. That undeniable connection you felt with him makes it difficult not to worry.
Sleep almost completely evades you the last two weeks.
âYou look terrible,â Hoseok pokes, sitting a fresh coffee down in front of you on the library study table.
âCharming,â you grumble, snatching the coffee and inhaling its heavenly caffeine-illed scent.
âItâs not even finals season, why arenât you sleeping? Trouble with the boyfriend perhaps?â Hobi sits his backpack down and plops into the chair next to you.
âHe isnât my boyfriend.â You press your forehead to the table and gently hit it against the top a few times. âAnd I justâŠmy upstairs neighbor has been noisy.â The lies start to come out easier and easier the more you make up.
âI told you to move in with me months ago. Way closer to campus.â He pops some cheese cracker snacks into his mouth.
You know it would be nice to live with Hoseok. Easy. But you canât. Not with Spider-Man coming and going and a giant monster possibly looking for you now. You could never forgive yourself if something happened to your friend.
âI appreciate that offer, you know I do. I justâŠlike my space.â You sigh, lifting your head to meet his eyes. He probably knows youâre lying, but if he does, he doesnât let on.
âOffer continues to stand if you change your mind, ___.â The look on his face is serious for a moment before he points the bag of snacks towards you. âCrackers?â
You smile and take a handful, popping them into your mouth as you sit back in your chair and listen to Hoseok talk more about nothing and everything for as long as you can.
After Hobi leaves, you continue to study until you notice the daylight is starting to disappear outside the library windows. You stretch your arms over your head, groaning when your stiff muscles protest before packing up your things to finally head home for the night.
Pulling your phone from your bag, you see thereâs been no messages from Jungkook since yesterday afternoon when he said he would stop by as soon as he could. It shouldnât be disappointing, you should be used to it, but that little pang still makes you feel some type of way.
You sigh, shoving your phone into your back pocket as you exit the library and see that itâs raining again. It seems like there has been constant rain over the last two weeks, making everything dreary. A mirror to how you felt inside as well.
Not having an umbrella, you power walk down the street towards the train station to get home. Itâs only a couple of blocks but you still hate to do it at night. Especially when you get a sudden chill at the back of your neck, as if someone is following you. But every time you turn around, no one is there.
âRelax, ____. Youâre exhausted and delirious,â you say to yourself, trying to calm your nerves as you continue walking.
Something big moves at the corner of your eye, dashing down the alleyway to your right and making you halt your quick steps. The only way to your apartment is past that alleyway, so you convince yourself once more that the exhaustion is getting to you and you press forward down the sidewalk.
You hold your breath and close your eyes as you sprint past the alleyway, stopping after a few feet to catch your breath.
You make it. Youâre in the clear. The home stretch.
A cold hand wraps around your wrist and yanks you backwards into the alley. Your brain tries to catch up with whatâs happening but when you try to scream, another hand covers your mouth just as your back is pressed against the cold, wet bricks of the wall behind you.
âPigeon.â Taehyungâs deep voice sounds hoarse but also relieved. Your fight or flight instincts immediately melt away when your eyes settle on his injured face.
A cut on his eyebrow, a bruise beneath his left eye, blood dripping from his forehead from beneath his mess of black hair. What the hell happened to him?
You gently wrap your hand around his wrist and slowly move his hand away from your mouth.
âI wonât scream. I promise,â you assure him, his shoulders visibly unwinding.
âI know youâre scared of me. Iâm sorryâŠI put you in danger because I was being selfish.â Taehyung takes a step back from you, giving you space.
âIâm not scared of you.â You reach out and softly touch his cheek just beneath his eye where the bruise has blossomed and he shivers at your touch.
âIâm just glad that youâre safe.â Taehyung moves your palm to his lips and presses a kiss to your skin.
âWhat happened to you, Taehyung? Where have you been?âÂ
âAll Iâve wanted since this started was to expose The Life Foundation. Theyâre testing on people and killing them. Not a single person has survived untilâŠâ
âYou,â you say quietly, watching his shoulders slump before he nods in agreement. âHow did this happen?â
âI went to the lab to interview a couple of the scientists for an assignmentâŠI got a little too curious I guess and followed a scientist down into a part of the lab no one knows exists. Thatâs where I saw the people theyâre testing onâŠin cages. The symbiotes like Venom need a host but it wasnât working and no one was surviving.â Taehyung runs his hand through his hair before he continues. âI accidentally released Venom when I tried to save one of the people in the cages and he bonded with me and somehow I survived. Still not sure howâŠâ
âWhatâs stopping you from exposing them?âÂ
âI wanted to have hard proof before I took the information somewhere else but I havenât been able to get back inside the lab, not even with Venom.âÂ
âBecause of Jungkook.â
âHe doesnât understand what heâs getting himself into. They have suspicions but theyâre keeping me from shutting the place down.â Taehyung sighs. âYour boyfriend is a pain in my ass.â
âWhat ifâŠwhat if we talk to him? Jungkook will listen. I know heâŠâ Taehyung cuts you off with a laugh.
âThey think Iâm a monsterâŠand they arenât wrong. But all Venom wants is to save the other symbiotes and get back to their planet.â Taehyungâs words almost sound disappointed when he talks about Venom leaving.
âBut heâsâŠheâs hurting you. Canât Venom heal you?â
âHe doesâŠhe has. This last round of injuries wasâŠextensive. Iâm just healing more slowly.â He slumps against the opposite wall of the alley.
âYou need to rest.â
âNo. No, weâre going back to the lab tonight to try again.â
âTaehyung, please. Heâs going to get you killed. Jungkook and JinâŠtheyâre powerful.â
âYou think I havenât noticed?â He raises his voice slightly, but chokes on his words, folding over when a pain shoots through his side.
âThatâs it. I want to talk to Venom.â You canât stand to see him like this.
âAbsolutely not. Iâm not putting you in danger.â
âYouâll be there, right? You wonât let him hurt me.â
âI canât always control him. He doesnât always listen.â His eyes search yours for any sign of fear but he doesnât find it.
âLet him out.â You cross your arms over your chest and wait for Taehyung to release his monster.
âFive minutes. Thatâs all Iâm giving.â He takes several steps away from you until thereâs plenty of space between the two of you. You nod that youâre ready.
The black crawling skin of Venom consumes Taehyung in almost an instant, his handsome face disappearing beneath terrifying white eyes and razor sharp teeth. Deep, bass filled growls flow from between those teeth and rumble the ground beneath your feet.
âCreature.â He says, smiling widely.
âMonster.â You retort.
âSorry forâŠchasing you.â He keeps his distance, but paces back and forth through the alley. âI wasâŠhungry.â
âYou chase people and destroy buildings when youâre hungry?â You half laugh in disbelief.
âVery hungry!â He growls, pushing against a dumpster.
âFine. Forget about it. I want you to let Taehyung rest, youâre going to get him killed.â
âTaehyung is fine.â
âNo he isnât! Heâs all beat up, and I donât even want to know whatâs wrong internally. He needs time to heal.â You take a few steps closer.
âI can heal him, Creature.â
âHe needs to rest. You need him and he wonât be of any use if heâs dead.â You stop as Venom groans and shoves his fists into the ground beside you.
âDemanding little bug.â He half spits.
âHow long can you live without your host?â You donât flinch at his outburst.
Venom doesnât answer right away, he goes back to pacing the alley before he starts talking to himselfâŠor to Taehyung.
âBad ideaâŠshe pisses me offâŠshould eat herâŠâ Venom grabs his head in pain when the last line leaves his mouth. âFine. No eating.â He comes back to stand in front of you, looming several feet taller.Â
You look up and hold your stance. Youâll never let this pain in the ass monster know that he absolutely terrifies you.
âThree days. Three days before your atmosphere kills me.â Venom says, not seeming pleased.
âThen leave him alone for three days. Go away and let him rest. I mean it.â Venom lowers his face to yours so that youâre standing eye to eye.Â
You can see your reflection in the shiny white of his eyes and your heart picks up its pace. Not because of the monster in front of you, but because somewhere behind those eyes is a man that means more to you than you thought he ever could. The strange feeling of just knowing someone is meant to be in your life becomes slightly overwhelming.
Without a second thought, one of your hands comes up and touches the side of Venom's face. His symbiote skin is cold, strange and unfamiliar. But it only takes a moment before Venom is melting away and once again revealing the stunned face of Taehyung.
âYou got him to listen.â He breathes, taking your face in his hands.
âHeâs not so tough.â You smile when he laughs and presses his forehead against yours.
âYouâre exquisite.â His nose skims yours. âAnd I missed you.â
âI was so worried about you,â you admit softly against his mouth that has gravitated to yours.
He kisses you softly for a moment, neither of you noticing as Venom slithers out and makes his exit down the alley. Youâre too relieved to have Taehyung safely pressed against you again. And when he starts to deepen your kiss, as much as you want it to continue, you press your palm to his chest and gently push him back.
âWhatâs the matter?â He asks, his brows furrowed in confusion.
âI wasnât joking about you getting rest. I got you three days with no Venom. Letâs get you home, okay?â You lace your fingers through his and start walking towards the street, but he stops you.
âI havenât been able to go back to the warehouse. Theyâve been watching it like hawks.â His shoulder slump when he rubs the back of his neck.
âWhere have you been sleeping?âÂ
âAbandoned buildings mostly. Or just not at all.â He laughs half heartedly.
âLetâs go to my place.â You know itâs a bad idea. Jungkook could drop in at any moment and you arenât sure how he would react to finding the man behind the monster heâs been so desperately trying to defeat. âYouâll be safe there.â
âWill I?â Taehyung asks, wary for the same reasons you are.
âYes. Because Iâll protect you.â Taehyung smiles at your declaration.
âI have no doubts about that, Pigeon.â
You take as many back ways as you can think of until you reach your apartment building, releasing a long breath when you safely reach the elevator and unlock your door.Â
It feels strange to have Taehyung here, but also very right. He looks like a weight has been lifted off of him as he takes in your green velvet couch and collection of coffee mugs with a boxy smile on his face.
âYouâre adorable.â He says, picking up a tiny cactus from your bookshelf that could definitely use some water.
âItâs not much.â You shrug, feeling your cheeks heat.
âItâs perfect.â He comes back to stand in front of you, long fingers gently gripping your chin to make you look at him. âItâs you and I think thatâs perfect.â
âTaeâŠâ you sigh but give into the kiss he sweetly presses to your lips.Â
âThank you.â He whispers after a moment. âI donât know what I wouldâve done if anything hadâŠâ You cut him off with another kiss.
âIâm fine, I promise.â You take both of his hands in yours and start to lead him towards your bathroom. âYou, however, need to take a shower.â
âSaying I stink, Pigeon?â He teases, following you to your tiny bathroom.
âDefinitely,â you counter, smiling when he laughs. A real laugh that you arenât sure youâve heard yet. It makes your stomach twist and clench.
âCome in with me?â Taehyung asks quietly when you bend to turn on the hot water for him. His fingers find your spine and tease up the column slowly.
God you want to. But the sudden memory of Jungkook in this bathroom with you two weeks ago clouds your vision and your ability to have this too.
âIâm going to make you some tea, okay? Take your time.â You stand on your toes to kiss him quickly, ignoring the pang in your chest when he pouts his bottom lip.
You close the bathroom door and press your back against it. You listen as Taehyung opens the shower curtain and gets inside, the smell of your rose scented body wash wafting from under the door when he uses it. You must be insane.
Bringing him here is so risky, but you canât leave him out there with nowhere else to go. He means too much.Â
When the bathroom door opens twenty minutes later, you jump at the sound, almost dropping your cup of tea to the hardwood floor. It almost takes a tumble a second time when you look up and see Taehyung standing in your kitchen with just a towel around his waist.
âMy clothes were in pretty bad shapeâŠI donât suppose you have something I can borrow?â He asks with a shy smile on his face and fingers in his wet curls.
âUmâŠy-yeah. Yes. Iâll find something.â A wave of heat rushes over your skin as you hastily move past him and into your bedroom at the end of the hallway. He follows you, leaning against the door frame to watch you.
âAre you worried heâll come here?â Taehyung asks, the pretty smile on his face replaced by a frown.
âA bit.â You admit, kneeling inside your closet to look through some drawers for sleeping pants. âItâs really just a matter of whenâŠâ
âIs he what you want?â The question throws you off, making you pause.
âI donât know.â Itâs an honest answer, more complicated than it should be. Taehyung nods but doesnât press for more information. Youâre not sure you can come with anything else even if he wants you to.
You finally find a pair of green and navy blue plaid pajama pants, pulling them out of the drawer and bringing them to Taehyung.Â
He drops the towel as soon as youâre in front of him, eyes holding you in place with nowhere to escape.
âThanks, Pigeon.â He doesnât look away from your eyes as he slips his long legs into the too short leg holes and settles them loosely on his narrow hips. Your breath shakes when he steps closer and closes the gap between you.Â
âI made you tea,â you croak.
âI donât want tea.â He practically moans against your neck when he nuzzles your jaw. âI want to show you why Iâm what you want.â
Your entire being trembles at the words.
âYou should rest, Taehyung.â You canât stop your hands from finding the warm skin of his shoulders and chest.
âNo rest for the wicked, Pigeon.â His mouth claims yours, swallowing down any other protest you may have tried to use.
He slowly leads you back until the back of your knees hit your bed and you both fall onto the mattress. He kisses you until youâre dizzy and desperate for air, your legs wrapping around his hips in a desperate attempt to bring him closer.
And then you remember that your stove is still turned on with tea likely boiling over all over the burners.
âTaeâŠâ Yyou try to say before his lips close over yours again. âThe teaâŠI need to go turn it off.â
âNo.â He nips your lips and moves his kisses down your chin and over your jaw.
âIâll be quick. Just wait here.â You playfully push him off of you, his head landing on your pillows with a smile on his face.
You look back over your shoulder when you reach the door, Taehyung winking as you round the corner into the hallway.
Luckily, the tea is where it should be, inside the kettle. You turn off the burner and move the kettle onto a potholder onto the counter top. Then quickly turn off the lights before stopping by the bathroom to make something of your mess of hair as quickly as possible.
Back in the bedroom, you barely make it inside the door before you hear the quiet snores coming from Taehyung. His arms above his head and his face buried in the pillows as he lays on his back against your mustard yellow sheets. His half dried curls a messy little halo around his head.Â
He really is beautiful.
You make your way to the bed, pulling your comforter over his sleeping form and softly touching the bruises in his cheek. He doesnât stir even a little.Â
Over the next three days you, watch him.
Youâve never seen someone sleep so much in your life. It worries you at first, checking to see if he is breaking multiple times throughout the day. But he just continues to sleep, only moving to turn on his side or stomach and barely makes any noise at all.
You email your professors the first day and tell them that you wonât be in class but would follow along online. You move a chair into the corner of your bedroom so you can stay close to him. It keeps you busy while Taehyung sleeps.
You also keep busy with cleaning your apartment and thinking of ways to have a very hard and strange conversation with Jungkook. How did you tell your best friendâŠsomeone you loveâŠthat you may also have feelings for someone else?Â
And how did you then tell your best friend that the other person you have feelings for is the monster heâs been trying to capture for months?
At night you curl up next to him in your bed, but always carefully so you don't disturb him. You want him to feel better as soon as possible.
It was mid morning on the third day, some very difficult calculus questions driving you crazy when you hear Taehyung groan and lift his head from the pillow.Â
âPigeon?â He croaks, his voice rough and dry.
âIâm here, itâs okay.â You toss your book aside, rushing over to the side table and handing him the glass of water you sat out every day in case he woke up needing it. âDrink this please.â
He doesnât argue, taking the glass of water and downing all its contents in an instant. He wipes his mouth with the back of his hands, chest heaving.
âThat may have been the best water Iâve had in my life.â You take the glass and sit down next to him on the bed. âHow long was I out for?â
âAlmost three days.â You move some black curls away from his forehead when he looks up at you.
âReally? I wasted the whole three days sleeping? Fuck.â He sighs in annoyance.
âIt wasnât a waste, Tae. You obviously needed it after what youâve been through lately.âÂ
The way he looks at you makes your stomach flutter and twist. Like heâs never seen anyone like you or felt anything like your touch. Itâs maddening.
âIâll be right back. Donât move.â He squeezes your hand and jumps out of bed far too quickly, heading into your bathroom where you hear him using the extra toothbrush you had sat out for him. You canât stop the smile that pulls at the corners of your mouth.
When he returns to the bed, he sits behind you and wraps his arms around your shoulders, pulling your back against his chest so he can nuzzle his face into your neck.
âThank you for watching over me,â he mumbles into your neck.
âHow do you know I watched over you?â You ask, leaning back into his chest.
âThereâs a chair surrounded by snacks, coffee cups and calculus books set up in the corner, Pigeon.â Taehyung kisses your neck and makes you shudder. âYouâre too good for me.â
âItâs not that.â Your voice is a whisper when he moves your sweater off of your shoulder to kiss the heated skin there.
âWhat is it?â His mouth continues leaving warm, wet paths along your neck and shoulder.
âI careâŠabout you.â Your head lulls back against his shoulder when his hands slide up your front beneath your shirt to cup your breasts in his hands.
âIâm still going to show you why Iâm what you wantâŠwhat you need. I didnât forget.â He nips your earlobe and pinches both nipples with his long fingers at the same time.
You spin around, grabbing his face roughly and slam your mouth onto his in the next second. Taehyungâs hands immediately find your hips helping you straddle his thighs to settle on his lap.Â
Any clothing creating an unwanted barrier between the two of you are quickly discarded without a care for where they land. Your skin feels like thereâs millions of tiny embers just below the surface waiting to crack through and set the whole room on fire.Â
Taehyung holds one arm tightly around your waist while the other maneuvers the two of you back farther on the bed so he can rest his back against the headboard. Your mouths never leave the others, tongues and teeth clashing in the most desperate way.Â
âAre you okayâŠwith this?â Taehyung suddenly asks. His hair is a mess and his lips swollen and chapped.
âI donât know how to answer that question anymore. I wish I just knew what to doâŠâ You feel emotion start to take over and Taehyung grips your chin to look at him.
âIt doesnât matter. Not right now, okay? Right now I just want you to be mine. Because Iâm yoursâŠI belong to you.â He says it so simply. And it should be simple. It shouldnât be possible to love them both.
He pulls you back to him, kissing you so gently it makes you shiver. One hand glides to the back of your head and settles in your hair while the other lifts your ass to hold you above his cock that was standing tall with need between your legs.
No more words need to be spoken as you position him at your entrance, your pussy slick and sticky from the build up to whatâs about to happen. He takes his hand from your hip and brings it to your throbbing clit, using his thumb to stroke it slowly while you lower yourself onto him.
The stretch of him mixed with the way his thumb strokes you is as close to heaven as you can imagine. You can feel yourself getting wetter that more you try and accommodate his size.
âBe good for me, Pigeon. Ride my cock.â He moans the words around one of your nipples when he leans forward to capture one with his lips.
Once fully seated, you slowly move your hips in a circular motion, causing his engorged cock to hit places inside that make fireworks pop behind your eyelids and your head to fall back when your back arches.
âFuckâŠyou feel so good,â you finally manage to say.
âI could come right now just watching you take me like this, angel. Like you were made to have my cock inside you.â Taehyung groans as his hands find your hips and help you start to move up and down.
You find a mind numbing rhythm, and orgasm on the brink of breaking through. Youâre so close it almost hurts.Â
âI need to come, TaeâŠplease.â You wrap your arms around his neck, sweaty chests sliding against the other.
âMe too. Fuck, I canât wait to come inside you.â He holds you steady, digging his heels into the mattress and thrusting upwards to meet your movements.
A silent scream has your mouth hanging open and eyes rolling to the back of your head when you finally get your release. Taehyungâs lips and tongue scorching the skin of your neck when he feels you clench around him.
âGood girl, Pigeon. Come all over my cock.â He holds you down, fully sheathing inside you when he finds his release as well.Â
You slump against his chest, breathing hard as you start to come down for the incredible high he had just given you.Â
Taehyung kisses your shoulder and up your neck, over your jaw and chin until he reaches your lips. Kissing your raw lips in the softest way.
âYou okay?â You ask, still out of breath.
âNever better.â He smiles, moving sweaty hair from your face.
âIâll get you some more water. Maybe snacks?â You move from his lap, the sudden empty feeling making you groan.
âVenom will be here soon. If he isnât already.â His smile fades.
âI know. So letâs get you fed and hydrated before he makes his presence known, okay?â
âYeah, okay. Donât be too long.â He holds your hand to help you off the bed while he readjusts against the headboard. You playfully roll your eyes, grabbing your t-shirt off the floor and quickly throwing it on before you slip out of your bedroom to the kitchen.
You fill up two more glasses of water and begin rummaging through your cabinets for any sort of edible snack when you hear tapping on the glass doors leading to your balcony. You nearly drop everything when you turn and see Jungkook standing there in his Spider-Man suit, his mask in his hand.
âFuck.â You grumble, sitting down the snacks and water before going to unlock the door with pure fear coursing through your veins.
âSince when do you lock this door?â Jungkook asks as soon as you turn the lock.
âJust to be safe.â Your voice shakes and your eyes continuously flash towards the hallway where you know your bedroom door is wide open. Another man in your bed.
âIâm sorry I havenât been here in so long I justâŠâ He pauses, a look you recognize crossing his face. He senses something.
Shit.
âIs everything okay?â You know the answer.
âHeâs in here.â Jungkook immediately starts to push past you to look through your apartment.
âWho? What are you talking about Jungkook?â You try to grab his arm while he looks in your living room.
âThe monster. I know that feeling anywhere. Heâs here. What the fuck is he doing here?â You shove against his chest to stop him.
âThereâs no monster here. I think you need to go.â
âWhat the fuck is going on, Data? Is someone else here?â His jaw ticks and your panic is starting to take over.
âIâŠum. Jungkook, please just listen.â
âWho? Who the fuck is it?â He pushes past you and you grab his arm to stop him before he freezes in place, looking at the doorway that leads to the hall.
Taehyung in all his shirtless glory stands leaning against the frame.
âLooking for me?â Taehyung smirks and you want to die.
âWho the fuck are you?â Jungkook practically seethes.
âPretty sure you know the answer to that.â Taehyung takes a step towards you and Jungkook immediately blocks his path.
âYouâre him? The monster from the lab?â Jungkook asks, moving into an even more protective stance.
âYou donât need to protect her from me.â Taehyung crosses his arms over his chest and walks over to the counter where you left the water and snacks, picking up a glass and taking a few drinks. âIâd never hurt her.â
âYou mean the way your monster left her bruised and bleeding by the docks? Fuck you.â Jungkook takes your hand and pulls you towards the balcony door. âI donât know what youâre doing with him, Data, but heâs fucking dangerous. Letâs go.â
âJungkook, please. You donât understand.â
âDonât fight me on this. Iâm getting you out of here.â
âSince when do you care about ___? She may as well be alone when sheâs with you.â Taehyung moves to stand in front of the doors.
âShut the fuck up. Youâre lucky I donât drag you to Mr. Kim this fucking second.â
âIs that so, spider boy?â Taehyung smiles and grabs Jungkookâs shoulder to stop him from dragging you any farther.
Jungkook lets go of your wrist and pushes Taehyung in the chest. But before he can make any other moves, Venomâs black crawling skin swallows Taehyung and replaces him with the huge looking monster.
Venom roars, shaking your entire apartment. Heâs so big he takes almost half the room.
âGet the hell out of here, Data!â Jungkook yells, slipping his mask back over his face.
You want to rip your hair from your head. Scream at the top of your lungs. Stomp on the floor like a two year old throwing a tantrum.Â
But you deserve this after what youâve been doing.
âStop.â You say, watching Jungkook shoot a web at Venomâs sharp clawed hand. âStop it!â You practically scream, making the both of them pause to look at you.
âGo outside, Creature.â Venom growls.
âYouâre both going to listen to me. Right fucking now.â You walk across the kitchen and stand between them. âYouâre not about to destroy my apartment with your pointless fighting. So listen to what I have to say.â
Jungkook stays in his defensive position but nods towards you for you to continue.
âYouâre going to listen too, monster. Understand?â
âBossy little creature.â He groans, ripping Jungkookâs web off of his hand and giving you his attention.
âI realized the other day that you all want the same thing. You want to shut down that lab and stop the testing theyâre doing on humans. Venom wants to save his friends and go home and Jungkook, I know you want to save everyone trapped inside there. So why donât we all work together to make it happen?â You release a long breath after everything spills out. âAnd after we do thatâŠthen we can talk aboutâŠus.â You motion between the three of you.
âDataâŠI didnât know that IâŠâ Jungkook starts to say but you stop him by holding up a hand.
âWe arenât doing this now, okay? Right now, we need to go see Jin.âÂ
âIronman.â Venom growls in distaste.
âHe can help. I know heâll know how to get you and the other symbiotes home.â you try to reason.Â
Venom contemplates for a moment before answering. âFine, Creature. But if he messes with me, I eat him.â
âYouâve got to be kidding.â Jungkook half laughs, taking off his mask as he approaches you. âYouâre serious?â
âYes. Now letâs go.â You walk out the balcony door and wait expectantly. âWell?â You tap your foot.
Jungkook and Venom stare at each other for a moment, silently telling the other that these conversations arenât over but that theyâre going to trust you on this.
Jungkook puts his mask back on once more and makes a beeline towards you, grabbing you around the waist and jumping off the balcony with you in his arms. Venom barks a laugh and quickly follows after.
And then youâre falling.
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Youâre Ours
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Pairingâ©à¿Fem!Reader X Megumi Fushiguro, Yuuta Okkotsu & Toge Inumaki
WARNINGSâ©à¿group sex, monster stuff, overstimulation, cock-warming, praise, Fem! Receiving oral, anal, vaginal sex, refusal to cum, cream pie, cursed technique usage during sex - shikigami giving oral and cursed speech usage
BONUSâ©à¿Jealous Megumi and little bit of aftercare
Word countâ©à¿2.5k
Summaryâ©à¿Female reader is in a relationship with Megumi Fushiguro, Yuuta Okkotsu and Toge Inumaki. The school had changed the living situation to a roommate set up and the reader got paired with those three. Itâs jealous Megumi Fushiguroâs turn to have sex with the reader, but Toge and Yuuta come across them unexpectedly.
A/Nâ©à¿This is my first post and I finally had time to go back and make some edits to it. I hope you enjoy the new version of it!
âI saw how you were flirting with Yuuta and Toge during practice today, did you think that would go unnoticed?â Megumi said as he stalked up to the couch with a scowl on his handsome features, he threw his bag onto the floor aggressively. You had just got home to your shared apartment about ten minutes ago and simply wanted to watch TV after a long day of school.
âWhy would you let that bother you? You know itâs your turn to have me tonight-â he broke the distance between you two, and smashed his lips against yours with an angry kiss.
âI know itâs my turn, but I canât help but feel annoyed. I want you focused on me, when itâs my day- not them.â He growled as his larger body engulfed you into the couch. His hands frantically removed your school uniform from you, and within seconds you were naked and underneath him.
When it came to lovemaking, Megumi was typically thoughtful and cautious. He made sure you were fully prepared for him to enter. But today was different, he was harsh and forceful. You couldnât help but get fired up by his jealousy. His kisses were hotter than usual, and his hands caressed you with so much want.
He positioned you on his lap so you were facing away from him, and he left angry love bites on your shoulders in the process. With each painful bite he marked on your skin, your whole body would shiver from his hot mouth.
âThatâs it.â Megumi hissed into your ear as he slowly set you down on his raging hard dick instead. You anticipated for him to shove his engorged dick inside of your slick pussy. Instead, you felt him stretch your ass out and a pain-filled moan left your lips. His left arm snaked its way around your slender waist while his right hand teased your nipples, causing faint sparks of pleasure through the pain.
âY-youâre too big, it hurts.â You whimpered pathetically, as you dug my nails into his muscular thighs, doing nothing to deter him. You felt him lower you down onto him even further, now he filled you.
âMegumi Iâm sorry.â You cried, feeling tears prick up in the corners of your eyes. This was the first time heâs taken you so roughly. You had no idea he could get so jealous. You felt him aggressively bite down on the crook of your shoulder. He sucked hard, clearly marking you as his; knowing that Toge and Yuuta will see it later.
Megumi let out a muffled groan as he relished in your tight and comfortable ass. âI think Iâm going to keep you like this so when they come home theyâll know who you belong to.â
âMegumi, just fuck me already.â You whined, knowing it would feel better with friction.
âNot yet,â he then spread your thighs apart even further, opening up your pussy he refused to give attention to. âI think you need to suffer a little bit more.â He then brought both of his hands together, âDevine Dog: Totality.â Just then his large black and white shikigami appeared. The massive monster sat down looking at Fushiguro waiting for his orders.
âMegumi what are you-â he patted his right hand onto your pussy. âTotality, eat.â The black and white creature brought his face between your thighs. You instinctively tried to shut them but Fushiguroâs quick reflexes and strength forced them open. The more you tried to close your legs the more painful Megumiâs hands felt. You tried to squirm away but the ache of Fushiguroâs rod shot up your ass when you moved. You felt his shikigamiâs whiskers tickle your thigh's sensitive skin as his broad face came closer to your most private area.
âMegumi, this is inappropriate - ahh...â A shameful moan came from your lips at the sudden hot and wet sensation of the beast's tongue. He licked up your pussy, immediately coming in contact with your clit deliciously.
âOh?â You heard Megumi say in an amused tone as he began to kiss and suck on your neck, causing intense shivers.
Totality kept in a steady rhythm as his tongue continuously slid up your pussy. You felt disgusted for immediately enjoying this, and your cunt began to moisten uncontrollably. The wet sound of your dripping hole and the monsterâs sloppy tongue echoed in the quiet living room. Totality burrowed his face further between your legs as his long hot tongue plunged deep into your folds.
âM-mmhâ You moaned out shamelessly, enjoying the combination of his swiveling tongue inside you and his wet nose rubbing against your clit. His ears twitched as his tongue pumped in and out of you effortlessly. He drank up your cunt that leaked profusely, like a broken faucet. The feeling of Megumiâs unmoving dick clogging your ass didnât feel as bad as it did. The beast's tongue then flicked up inside of you, coming in contact with your sensitive spot. You whimpered uncontrollably and you felt your ass clench around Fushiguroâs rod with delight. White hot pleasure engulfed your body as the monsterâs long pumping tongue continued to prod the same place. You could feel your release building up, and any second now itâll hit you like a tsunami wave.
âRelease.â Megumiâs voice rang out and suddenly all the intense pleasure in your dripping pussy disappeared. Totality vanished right before your eyes. âDid you think I was going to make you cum that easily,â Megumi whispered lowly in your left ear.
Tears of frustration spilled down your cheeks, âMegumi fuck me already...â You cried, trying to bounce on his dick but he snaked both of his arms around your petite waist to hold you still.
Suddenly, the front door opened and there stood a very shocked Toge and Yuuta. You werenât expecting them to come home this early, since they usually go on a run this time of the week. The way your sectional couch was set up, gave them a perfect view of the whole scene. Especially a more than perfect view of your neglected and glistening pussy.
âToge, Y-Yuuta, help me. Megumi is being mean!â You whimpered out desperately. Togeâs gaze hardened when he looked at Megumi who sat smugly behind you, you felt his dick twitch inside of you pleasurably.
âOkaka,â Toge growled sternly.
âI didnât know refusing to make her cum would be such a crime.â Megumi snarked as he lowered his mouth to your bruised-up neck. Knowing that his possessive love bites would stay marked on your skin for a while.
Yuuta blushed while he stood there looking at your naked body. Heâs seen you naked a handful of times before, but he still couldnât get over the fact of how beautiful you look. Especially like this, all horny and desperate. Okkotsu mustered up the courage to glare at Megumi, âFushiguro you shouldnât be teasing her like that.â He gritted through his teeth.
âHelp me...â You whined, your body craved relief, especially from your boyfriends.
âDid you forget itâs my day to have you?â Megumi hissed against your neck possessively.
âThat doesnât matter.â Yuuta said taking a step closer to you, âDid you forget that Y/n is our girlfriend too? And when she needs something, a respectful boyfriend would see to her needs being met.â
âShake-shake.â Toge chimed in as he stepped forward removing his shirt swiftly. Your eyes lit up with hope, you tried to get up and off Megumiâs lap, but his iron grip didnât falter. Toge knew how furious Megumi would get if he took you away from him, so he came up with a compromise. âMegumi lay down.â He ordered with cursed speech, immediately Megumi pulled you into his chest and laid back into the couch cushions with his hard dick still inside of you.
âWhat the hell do you think youâre doing?â Megumi spat with annoyance.
Toge eyed the darker-haired male coolly as he removed his shorts. Yuuta followed closely behind and quickly undressed. Toge stood at the edge of the couch close to my face, âTake me in your mouth love.â He said in a soft tone, cursed speech still rang through and you immediately reached up to pull his boxers down. His semi-hard dick flew out and into your greedy mouth. You swiveled your tongue around him hungrily, and your heart melted when you heard a small groan of satisfaction come from his lips. You loved the way his beautiful purple eyes looked down at you in pleasure as your mouth did sinful things to him. His dick grew into your mouth and down your throat, causing you to gag at his size.
The weight of the couch went down between your legs, Yuuta had settled between them. He eyed you sweetly, âDonât worry Y/n Iâll make you feel so good.â He cooed as he lowered his long hard dick toward your dripping cunt. He gently pushed the tip in and slowly made his way in, inch by inch.
âMmh, youâre so wet dear.â He whimpered as he filled you up completely. You could feel his and Megumiâs cock rub against each other inside you. Youâve never felt so stuffed before, you couldnât help but moan onto Togeâs pulsing dick in your mouth, causing his eyes to flutter shut at the feeling.
Yuuta tried his hardest not to cum instantly, you just felt so inviting to him. He slowly pulled out and then went back in, forming a steady rhythm. His hips smacked against your thighs causing clapping sounds to echo in the room. Okkotsuâs eyebrows narrowed as he concentrated on not cumming. He then brought slender fingers to your clit and gently rubbed and teased you, causing you to gasp in delight.
âMegumi, copy Yuutaâs speed,â Toge ordered with a smirk, realizing Megumi was stubbornly not moving inside of you.
âFuck you.â Megumi hissed, as he picked you up by your hips and pumped into you at the same tempo as Yuuta.
You let out a muffled moan of ecstasy at the feeling of both dicks moving inside of you. Toge pulled out of your mouth with lust-filled eyes, a line full of saliva connected your puffy lips to the tip of his red hot dick. You lowered your mouth to his balls and took them into your mouth gently. All while your body rocked harshly from Megumi and Yuuta drilling into you. You felt Togeâs precum drip down onto your face as you made love to his balls.
Yuutaâs pace began to increase in speed, he was slowly losing control and restraint. He was trying not to hurt you as he chased after his release. The faster he collided his body against yours, the more you began to moan uncontrollably. As Yuutaâs speed increased so did Megumiâs thrusts in your asshole, their dicks slid in and out of you effortlessly. All while they rubbed against each other through the thin membrane of skin that separated them.
âMmh, Y/n...â Yuuta whimpered deliciously. You could get drunk off Okkotsuâs small moans and whimpers of pleasure. They sounded like music to your ears. Inumakiâs quiet gasps and groans would occasionally make their way known, as you slurped and deep-throated him. Megumi would groan and grunt softly from time to time at how amazing your ass took him. The feeling of his raging dick rubbing against Yuutaâs through your pussy drove him mad.
âYouâre taking us so well darling,â Fushiguro growled in adoration. You always loved it when youâd get compliments from Megumi, especially in bed. Youâve grown addicted to his and Yuutaâs praises. You felt Fushiguroâs hands snake up to your nipples as he gently pulled and teased the sensitive buds. Yuuta groaned out in response to what his friend did to you.
You felt your pussy tighten around Yuuta, your release will be here soon. âThatâs it babe, cum for us.â Okkotsu cooed gently, his fingers still glued to your clit as he angled his dick inside you. Your walls clamped down on his cock.
âDrench me in your cum Y/n, prove to us how much you love our dicks inside of you.â Groaned Megumi underneath you as he shoved his dick in your ass erratically. Inumaki eyed you with lust as you coaxed his rod back down your throat, enjoying the velvety feel of him.
Your body felt as if it was burning up, youâre so close. You whimpered loudly onto Togeâs throbbing cock, as waves of pleasure spread through your body. Your body fell limp as Yuuta and Megumi continued to fuck you through your release, your cunt still pulsating around Yuutaâs dick with white-hot ecstasy.
âDamn.â Yuuta gritted through his teeth as his thrusts became sloppy and frantic along with Megumiâs.
Yuuta gasped out for air as he released his load deep inside you. A few seconds after Megumi came abundantly inside your tight hole, his cum filled you up with copious strands. Toge gingerly ran his fingers through your hair as he pumped his hips against your face. You felt his body shudder in pleasure as a delicious moan left his lips, as he came down your throat. You tried your best to swallow every drop, but a few streams of his hot liquid ran down the sides of your mouth and your neck as he emptied himself. After a few moments of resting his dick in your mouth, he pulled out softly, as did Megumi and Yuuta.
Yuuta pulled his boxers back up and helped lift you off of Megumi. âWant me to help you get cleaned up?â He said sweetly as he wrapped you up in a throw blanket.
âThat sounds good.â You said groggily, feeling Yuuta and Megumiâs cum drip down and escape from your used holes.
Toge used the edge of the blanket to wipe some of his cum off your face and leaned down to give you an affectionate hug and kiss. That was his way of thanking you and also reminding you how much he appreciated you. You breathed in his comforting scent with a lazy smile on your face.
You felt Megumi grab your hand from around Toge, âY/n Iâm sorry I got so jealous, I shouldnât have taken my frustration out on you. I hope you can forgive me.â You looked over at Megumi who sat at the edge of the couch running his hand through his messy hair, his dark blue eyes pleaded up at you.
âOh, Megumi.â You sighed, as you hopped on his lap. âItâs ok, I forgive you. If something is ever bothering you, just talk to me.â You placed a small kiss on his cheek. âAnd that goes for you two as well.â You smiled over at Yuuta and Toge, and they both nodded in unison.
Suddenly a loud crash came from the kitchen. You directed your attention to see Yuji Itadori standing there all flustered with an obvious tent in his athletic shorts. âUh so how long has this been going on, and how do I sign up?â
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diluc ragnvindr x fem!reader
picking you up and putting you somewhere safe
âoh, no thank you.â
you had noticed the man's eyes on you from the moment you walked into the bar and it made you think you should have worn something other than a knee length dress that clung to your body. while you had wished for one particular man to see you in it, the very one you were waiting for, this drunkard was not him.Â
when he moved closer, not seeming to notice or care about the distance you continued to put between you until you were at the edge of the bar and he asked to buy you a drink while he eyed you up and down, you felt exposed, uncomfortable, but thankful you had chosen the side of the bar that would not have cornered you.
you wondered if charles was in the back room and would mind if you waited there for diluc. surely he would understand once he saw this man and how unwilling he was to leave you alone, heâd probably ask him to leave entirely, but when you eagerly searched around for his familiar face in the busy tavern you couldât find him at all.
âaw, câmon pretty. âs just a drink,â his words were slurred, the smell of alcohol on his breath making you nauseous when he leans in close to you, clumsy and uncaring of your personal space. âi donâ bite.âÂ
âi said no,â youâre firmer, colder, this time when pull back, trying to create space between you and slow your heart rate that had become frantic, the polite smile you offered on your first decline nowhere to be seen. âplease leave me alone.â
and please hurry diluc. you didnât want to chance waiting in here a moment longer, not when your throat felt tight and you werenât certain if this man would leave you alone but when you turned to try to make your escape through the back door, you can still feel the closeness of him, you knew you had been right.
âhey now,â you donât dare look at him but before you can take more than a step away, you feel a sweaty, too hard grasp of hand clasping onto your arm and it forces you to turn around,â nâ need to be *hick* like that sweets-â
âdonât touch me!â you smack his hand off of you, the sting of it lingering on the back of your hand, an unease strain to your voice. you were beyond anxious to get out of here and go running for diluc, though your outfit and thin sandals would not make for good running attire.
taking quick steps backwards, trying to get away before he could get ahold of you again, before you were going to cry angry tears and make a scene in your boyfriends tavern, your body crashes against something, someone, you hadn't expected to be there. before you can look back to see who it is or even register whatâs happening fully, the tavern falls into silence at the breaking of glasses and bottles crashing at your feet and the splash of wine and beer thatâs now pooling at your feet and splattered on your legs.
it would have been all of you soaking in alcohol and cut by glass, joined on the floor with poor charles who was mostly unharmed but undoubtedly wet, had it not been for the strong and familiar arm that wraps around your middle and keeps you upright. it all happened in the blink of an eye, had not given you any time to do more than hang on to the black coat you found yourself pressed into and when you open your eyes again, the loveliest shade of red and the deepest black is all you see.Â
you clung to the fabric your hands had held countless times, feeling dilucs arm wrap protectively around you tighter as you look up at him. his body was angled to keep you pressed into his side, as if he was hiding you, with him standing between you and the man who wouldnât leave you alone. you could see the tense set of dilucs jaw and the lick of flames behind his ruby eyes, feel the way his chest rose and fell with heavy breaths that only seemed to fuel the fire.Â
you have no idea how he was at your side so quickly. you hadnât seen or heard him walk in, didnât know how he could have gotten to as fast as he had with the tavern as busy as it is but here he was, holding you, protecting you.
âdiluc-â
âhey! let- let go of me!â the drunk man protests and drowned out your voice. it was then you noticed his outstretched arm and the white knuckle grip diluc had on it. his hands were covered by his gloves but with the way the leather of them and the fabric of the mans long sleeve shirt bunched, the flex of his arm under his jacket, anyone could tell it was not a light grip.
âget out of my tavern,â dilucs voice was deep, commanding, and the only thing to be heard in angels share. the gazes watching you all were visibly taken aback by the young master's cool slipping but you couldnât deny what it was doing to you either; making your knees weak and heat blossom in your core. âand do not come back.â
diluc let go of his arm, giving him the chance to go without more of a fuss, but the man hadn't backed down. the air was filled with tension that was keeping anyone from even breathing when the drunkard could not stop his running mouth, though he was smart enough to not move any closer.
ââcâmon! i didnât mean anythinââ he throws up his hands. âwas just trying to show a lonely girl a good time and she-â
âi would advise you to be careful with how you speak about my girlfriend,â there was no doubt diluc was angry, and very quickly losing more of his patience but the way he held you, soft and unwavering, calling you his girlfriend.. it wasnât that you needed anyone else to hear it but you hearing your title to him said out loud would never fail to make you nearly burst into a dozens of pyro crystals flies.
you bury yourself into dilucs side, trying to hide your flushed state. it had been such a quick change from how anxious you felt before, nearly giving you a whiplash, but diluc had always calmed your worries and made you feel safe. you couldnât help it even if you tried and he had certainly not made it any easier.
âleave. i will not repeat myself again.â
with a scoff and a hiccup you heard the drunk man stumble away, the moments following remaining quiet until his footsteps disappeared and the door closed behind him. it wasnât until then that you felt dilucs body relax but it was charlesâ voice that broke the silence in the tavern, the chatter of patrons slowly following after.
âeverythingâs alright folks, weâll get everything cleaned up and taken care of.â
the firm body you had been tucked into left you too quickly for your liking but diluc did not go far or let his hand be removed from you. glass cracked under his steps in his movements to face you and look you over, frowning further upon seeing the small cuts along the tops of your feet, the countless pieces of glass surrounding your delicate shoes and the red wine stains on your legs going up your shins.
you tried to speak, not caring about the your small injury when you didnât even know if charles was okay. âcharles iâm so-â
before you could finish your words or grasp that you are no longer on your feet, youâre being lifted into the air, diluc ensuring to collect the end of your dress under your knees when he cradles you in his arms and against his chest. the only thing on his mind was your safety and he didnât care who watched as he held you like this or the way you nuzzle yourself into him and whisper against his collar.Â
âiâm okay,â you assure him, not fighting to get out of his hold and letting him carry you towards the back room without another word.
with his heel he kicks the door closed behind him, muffling the usual atmosphere of the tavern that had now returned full force. you can hear the beating of his heart in your ear pressed against him and under its strong melody you truly could have forgotten about the whole thing that led to this.
gently, diluc sets you down on the desk he normally works from, his hands only leaving you to take off his gloves. even when he reaches for the first aid kit in one of the desk drawers his other hand is holding onto yours, letting the thumb you rub along his knuckles ease the flames that were building within him and making him see red.
he had hurried past the crowd when you saw you in distress and all he could think about was protecting you, not letting drunk patrons touch what was not theirs. it hadnât helped his heart seeing what waited at your feet if you tried to move and he hadnât thought about anything other than getting you somewhere safe when he scooped you into his arms so easily. even now, even after you told him you were okay, it was as though he had tunnel vision and could only see the cuts and sticky drinks on your skin.
but thereâs a pause in his movements, a reluctance to let you go when everything he needs is not within arms reach and in an attempt to calm his worries, you squeeze his hand in yours, relishing in the callouses and scars that you feel amongst the softness of his skin. you didnât get to feel them nearly enough like this.
it stops him completly.
âiâm sorry,â he says, not meeting your eyes.
ââluc,â the way you call him never failed to bring those ruby eyes you love back to you and now was no exception. you bring your free hand to his face, the fingers brushing along his cheek, making his heart skip far too many beats, your touch the balm to his unease. âyou have no reason to be sorry.â
âi should have been here sooner. i shou-â
âhey,â you stop him before he can blame himself any further, before he gets lost in what should have happened to avoid it all. âi was a little earlier than we agreed but even if i wasnât, you canât always be right next to me-â
but oh how he would love to be within the radius of your light with every breath he took.
â- no matter how much i want you to be,â you add, quiet and with tender love in your eyes, the swirling emotions in his own as he leans into your touch making your cheeks warm. âbut youâre here now and really, i am okay.â
he takes a step closer to you, his scent and heat enveloping you, the slight chapness of his lips against your forehead bringing to life the butterflies in your stomach, bringing both of your hands to reach for his chest.Â
it would still take him cleaning your legs and cuts himself, taking care of every single scrape for him to truly convince himself but your words sooth him nonetheless, as they always have. âiâm grateful for that,â he whispers against your skin, making a silent vow that you would never have to experience anything like that, especially in his own places, again.Â
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Exile
Pairings: Wednesday Addams x fem!reader
Summary: you and Wednesday were best friends when you were kids, but after Neroâs death, she became cold and distant, and your former friendship turned into a rivalry. Ten years after your friendship ended, unusual circumstances force you two back together.
Trope: childhood friends to enemies to lovers
Warnings: small violent at beginning, angst, death of Nero. Let me know if I missed any!
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Word Count: 12.3K (whatâs a word count?)
The sound of children laughing rang throughout the woods on a crisp fall morning. The trees were beautiful vibrant colors that painted the landscape with shades of fiery red, golden yellow, and earthly orange. The crisp air that one could taste in their lungs carried a gentle rustling of fallen leaves while the scent of decaying foliage filled the atmosphere. The ground was adorned with a carpet of fallen leaves that created a soft crunch when the two children ran through the serene woodland.
Even though one child chased the other with a small ax, the two had the same fun. The one with the ax was a taller girl with jet-black twin braids who wore all-black clothing, expert for her white collar shirt. She wore a giant smile on her face as she chased her best friend, Y/N.
You were shorter than Wednesday but had just as much fire in you as Wednesday did. Where Wednesdayâs eyes were as black as night, you had a gray and green eye that you used to hide behind sunglasses until Wednesday told you they were the most beautiful things in the world, âYou shouldnât hide what separates you from others, Y/N. Especially if it makes you all the more beautiful.â
You wore brighter colors than Wednesday, but you both shared a love for darkness. You were nothing without Wednesday, just as Wednesday was nothing without you.
The two made an odd pair, but one was never seen without the other. There were times when Morticia had to pry her daughter away from you to find that you had snuck back over sometime in the moonlight. Whenever Wednesday would practice her cello, she would invite you to play the piano, and together you two would create the most heavenly sound that would make angels cry. The contrast was there, but they fit together like puzzle pieces.
As they ran through the woods, you tripped on a small branch and fell to the ground, causing worry to overtake Wednesday as she sprinted to the fallen girl. âAre you alright, Y/N?â Wednesday asked as she knelt beside her friend, but her worry quickly disappeared when you sprang up and tackled her to the ground. You removed the ax from the taller girlâs grasp and held it to her neck. âI appear to be the victor,â you said with a giant smile contrasting Wednesdayâs grim expression.
Wednesday leaned up and shoved you off her as she stood up and brushed herself off. âThatâs hardly a win; you cheated,â Wednesday replied dryly as she helped you off the ground.
âI might have cheated, but youâre still the loser,â you shot back while standing up. You lived for the playful banter with Wednesday and would rather lose your tongue than go without annoying Wednesday for a day. You handed Wednesday the ax back so she could be the Hunter again, and she placed it in its holster on her hip.
As you two were getting ready to start a new game, a voice rattled the trees around you, âWednesday! Y/N! Time to come home!â The two shared a look and rolled their eyes simultaneously; they both hated it when Morticia ruined their fun, but they started their walk back to the house nonetheless.
As they walked, Wednesday felt bold and pulled you into a headlock and brought the smaller girlâs head against her ribcage. You didnât even have time to protest before you felt Wednesdayâs knuckles dig into your scalp. You squirmed against Wednesdayâs hold, but it was useless; the taller girl was stronger than you. So, you did what any sane person would do; you bit down on Wednesdayâs forearm that was keeping you in place. Not enough to hurt the assailant, but just enough to let go of you. And just as you predicted, Wednesday let go of you and grabbed the area that the smaller girl just bit. âWhy did you do that?â Wednesday questioned as she rubbed her arm back and forth.
âUh, because I can?â You retorted as you motioned with her hand, giving Wednesday an attitude that the other girl scoffed at. âLet us go, my compact companion; we have tasks at hand,â Wednesday said as she grabbed your hand, and the two ran back to the Addamsâ residence together.
âYou have to stop calling me that,â you whined. Wednesday had her collection of names to call you, and the shorter girl hated them.
âItâs not my fault youâre shorter than me; blame your genetics,â Wednesday replied with a dry tone but a slight smile that caused you to smile once you saw it. Wednesday never smiled at anyone except you; Wednesday made a lot of exceptions for the more petite girl, even though she would never admit it.
When they arrived at the mansion, both girls were out of breath as Morticia came outside to greet them. âHello, my little doves. Did you two enjoy the hunt?â Wednesdayâs mother asked them as they went inside and took off their shoes.
âYes, Mrs. Addams, I always have fun with Wens. Sheâs the best,â you breathlessly replied as you followed Wednesday up to her room.
Morticia was always fond of you; she loved how her morbid daughter seemed to light up when she was around you, and she knew that her daughter could always rely on and trust you. But all great things must come to an end.
Wednesday held her bedroom door open for you as they entered. The room was dark and cold, but it had character, like Wednesday. There were two giant windows that Wednesday always kept covered on the opposite wall of the door. There were collections of knives hung up on the walls, and the shelves were littered with bookshelves, and in the corner of the room was a cello right next to Y/Nâs piano. A small fireplace was built into the wall and had a black, round table in front of it that sat only two. A black bed was in the center of the room with its headboard against the wall, and at the end of the bed was a small bed bench that was purple, Y/Nâs favorite color. Above Wednesdayâs bed were two swords mounted onto the ceiling; one had a black handle with the purple initials of W.A. etched into the ricasso, while the other had a purple handle with your initials engraved in black. You found the swords a bit odd, but according to Wednesday, it made her feel like Damocles.
You messed with the record player beside the fireplace and put on your favorite record. Soon, the upbeat saxophone of âBopâ by Dan Seals filled the room. Wednesday rolled her eyes when she saw you recreate John Travoltaâs âTwistâ dance from Pulp Fiction.
I want to bop with you, baby, all night long
I want to be-bop with you, baby, till the break of dawn
I want to bop with you, baby, all night long
âCome on, Wens. You know you wanna dance with me,â You said as you started making the swimming motion from the dance. Finding that she could never say no to Y/N, Wednesday rolled her eyes again before copying Uma Thurmanâs dance to match you. When Wednesday did the snorkel dance move, you laughed at the taller girlâs awkwardness, and Wednesday smiled at the thought of making you laugh.
Out of breath, the two finished the dance, and they both had giant smiles as their eyes copied their lips. âShall we dance again, my fair lady?â You asked as she stuck out your hand and slightly bowed.
âYouâre exhausting,â Wednesday stated but took your hand and allowed the girl to spin her.
Twenty minutes had passed when the clock on the fireplace dinged, telling Wednesday it was time to walk Nero. âItâs time for me to walk Nero, but I will see you when I get back,â Wednesday stated as she moved toward the area that was reserved for Nero and got him out of his cage, and put him on his leash.
The three walked down the front door together and left the house together. âSee you in a minute,â you said as you walked away from Wednesday. The taller girl sent you a small wave as she walked toward town with Nero.
You arrived home and did what you usually did when Wednesday was away; you waited. You knew Wednesdayâs schedule to the tee: wake up at six, morning torture with Pugsley at six-thirty, breakfast at seven-thirty, play with Y/N at eight until her walk with Nero at ten-thirty, come back at eleven and practice her cello with Y/N until twelve-thirty and have lunch at twelve-thirty five. The hours between one and three were filled with any âspontaneous activitiesâ Wednesday might want to do, and at four, she read until five, had dinner at six, and did nightly torturing with Pugsley (or Y/N if you consented) at six-thirty until bedtime at eight-thirty.
So when you checked the clock and saw it was ten-thirty-five, you left her house and skipped to Wednesdayâs. As you approached the house, there was a sudden shift in the air, and you could taste it on your lips: death had arrived. You cautiously walked up the stairs and knocked on the door, something you never did. You were always around Wednesday so much that Morticia told you that you didnât need to knock anymore as she could âsenseâ the girlâs presence.
When the door opened, you knew that something had happened; you just hoped that Wednesday was okay. Gomez was standing before you with a grim expression as he ushered you in. Your eyes landed on a weeping Wednesday, and your heart broke. You moved to sit next to the goth girl and opened your arms, and Wednesday immediately hugged you and buried her face in the crook of your neck. You rubbed her best friendâs back as she continued crying; you didnât know what to do, but you only knew that you wanted to be with Wednesday.
The following day, Wednesday had a funeral for Nero, and no one but Y/N could attend. The two girls shed a tear as they both placed a flower on his grave, and you comforted Wednesday once more. Later that night, in Wednesdayâs room, Wednesday had allowed you to sleep in bed with her. The two girls were cuddled together, staring at the swords above them, when Wednesday broke the silence, âYou are far too dear to me, Y/N. The pain I have felt the past two days is something I never want to experience again, and I certainly do not wish to experience it all over again because of you.â
âDonât worry, Wednesday. Youâre stuck with me till life do us part,â you replied as you hugged your best friend, never wanting to lose the girl.
At just six years old, Wednesday had lost her beloved pet and experienced grief for the first time, and she knew that she would have to grieve every single person in her life at some point. So that night, she made a vow; never to be close enough to someone where she would shed a tear because of their death, and that meant letting go of who she loved most: Y/N.
At first, it was very subtle: Wednesday would smile less around you, and she would spend less time working with you on your music. It was so subtle that no one but you noticed, and it hurt you. Then, more significant things began to happen; Wednesday would purposely fill her schedule with things to do that didnât involve you, and when you two did hang out, she made sure to try and distance herself from you. And then it all came crashing down on Wednesdayâs seventh birthday.
You had a small box in your hand as you walked up the steps to the front door of the Addams mansion and knocked, patiently waiting for someone to open the door. Only a few seconds had passed before Morticia opened the door and towered over the small child. âHello, my darling. Wednesday is in the greenhouse,â Morticia said as she stood aside and let you into the house before shutting the door.
âThank you, Mrs. Addams. I havenât seen her in a couple of days, so I hope she wonât be angry,â you innocently said as you ignored the pain in her heart that Morticia seemed to pick up on.
Eager to change the subject in fear of you becoming sad, Morticia asked as she led you to the greenhouse, âIâve already told you that you can stop calling me âMrs. Addams,â My child, so why do you continue?â
You shrugged your shoulders at the comment. You didnât know why you still spoke to the woman in a formal tone, but it felt weird on your tongue to call her anything else. âI donât know, I think itâs a respect thing for me,â you replied as you opened the door to the greenhouse. Morticia nodded at the childâs words before whispering, âHave fun with my little death trap.â
You smiled at Morticiaâs words as you entered the greenhouse. You knew precisely where Wednesday would be and didnât pretend to look for the goth girl.
Wednesday was cutting black roses from their stem when she heard soft footsteps behind her. She didnât bother turning around; she could recognize those footsteps in the crowd of a thousand people. âWhat are you doing here, YN?â Wednesday asked in a dry tone that caused you to stiffen.
âItâs your birthday, and I wanted to give you something,â you said as you approached Wednesday and set the box next to her. âI know you love your birthday, as it is one more year closer to your death, so hereâs your present to celebrate.â
Wednesday gave the more petite girl a suspicious look before putting down the rose and scissors and picking up the box. It was unnaturally light, so she doubted it was a weapon or bomb. She slowly took the lid off the box, and any words died on the tip of her tongue once she realized what it was.
It was a small, black, crocheted scorpion that took you hours to make. She also saw a small note underneath the scorpion, but she didnât pick it up as her vision became red.
She didnât know why she was angry. All Wednesday knew was that she wanted you gone. âGet out,â Wednesday hissed as she set the box down and grabbed a knife from her boot.
âWhat? Why?â You asked as you slowly backed up from Wednesday as your eyes fell on the knife. Of course, Wednesday would make the occasional threats, but you had never believed them; until now.
âFriends are nothing but liabilities, and they only hold me back. So. Get. Out.â Wednesday repeated as she backed you against a small flower pot. She no longer had control over her emotions, and every second she spent with you only seemed to anger her more.
âWednesday, please. I didnât mean to upset you. I thought you would have liked the gift. Please, Iâm your best friend, and I-â Any words you were about to say got caught in your throat as Wednesday brought the knife up, cutting a straight line on your left eye. The cut was three inches below your eye and an inch above it.
The two stood there in disbelief as neither could believe what happened. Only when blood started pouring out of your cut, and you collapsed onto the floor did Wednesday do something; she called out for her motherâs help for the first and only time as she held you in her eyes, trying her best to fight back tears.
Morticia ran out to the greenhouse and instantly scooped you into her arms as she yelled for Gomez. The man came burling down the stairs and could not contain his tears as she saw your blood-covered state.
The couple quickly rushed you to the hospital, and once you were checked into the ER, the couple notified your parents. They arrived within ten minutes of the phone call, and they were everything but calm, from questioning how Morticia and Gomez allowed this to happen to demanding that Wednesday be punished.
The two sets of parents seemed to be at each otherâs throats while Wednesday tried her best to disappear. She felt nothing but guilt for hurting her Y/N, and she wanted to do everything possible to make it up to the girl. So when Wednesday got her chance to see you, she practically sprinted into your room.
You were lying in a hospital with the entire left side of your face bandaged up, and Wednesday could see some blood seeping through. Wednesday slowly approached the bed and gently grabbed your hand. As if repulsed by the touch, you quickly pulled your hand away from Wednesdayâs and brought it to your chest. You glared at Wednesday with your right eye before hissing, âGet out.â
âNo, Y/N, you donât understand-â Wednesday started but was quickly cut off by Y/N.
âIâm nothing but a liability to you, Wednesday, so leave,â you said as you crossed your arms and looked away from Wednesday, refusing to cry in front of the taller girl. âI think Iâll miss you forever; like the stars miss the sun in the morning skies,â you thought as you watched your best friend leave.
Wednesday nodded her head and slowly walked to the door, and turned to face you one last time. âPlease donât ever become a stranger whose laugh I could recognize anywhere.â
You were once her crown, and now she was in exile seeing you out. She gave you so many warning signs, but you never learned to read her mind.
When she left the hospital, she felt nothing but shame and guilt that filled her body the entire car ride back home. She cleaned the blood off the floor before going to her room, where she sobbed for the second and last time.
School was different after that happened; the former best friends refused to meet each otherâs gaze and soon found that their previous partnership turned into rivalry, constantly competing to be number one. It was an unfair competition, as Wednesday was more naturally gifted than you, and she seemed to beat you at everything, but you refused to give you. You would spend hours perfecting your craft, and when it came time for the archery competition, you beat Wednesday by a single point. Any chance for friendship was ruined when you accepted the first-place trophy and sent Wednesday an evil glare when she was awarded her second-place trophy.
Their rivalry continued like this for numerous years, always for captain for a particular activity or number one in their grade, but just as before, you always seemed to fall short. It continued for three years until you suddenly stopped showing up for school.
Wednesday believed that she had beaten you so far into the ground that you decided to stop coming to school. But after two weeks had passed and Wednesday had not seen her former best friend, she became curious and decided to stop by your house.
Only when Wednesday saw the âfor saleâ sign in your yard, she allowed herself to be swallowed by guilt. She had pushed you too far in their competition for first and had made you move. Wednesday realized that she might never see her Y/N again, and regret flooded her mind as she slept on the purple bed bench with your sword in her arms.
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âI think we are getting a new student today, and I'm totes excited!â Enid exclaimed as she skipped to Wednesdayâs side of the room. The last person to arrive at Nevermore Academy was Wednesday herself, so naturally, Enid was ecstatic to meet someone new.
âYou know I do not care for new faces who share the same boring personalities as everyone else here,â Wednesday mumbled while she typed on her type-writer.
Enid huffed at Wednesdayâs remark before glancing at her roommateâs work. Wednesday noticed the action and quickly sent an elbow into Enidâs side, causing the girl to groan in pain. âYou also know I hate it when you try to read my work. I have no idea why you keep trying to read anything; you know the result,â Wednesday stated as she continued typing.
âWhatever. Just humor me for a moment,â Enid said as she put some space between her and Wednesday, avoiding any elbows that might be sent her way. âI will not humor you but continue.â
âSo, from what my sources tell me, sheâs from Italy, not like the normal part of Italy, but the mob part!â Enid informed while using her hands to talk.
âEnid, just because someone is from Sicily doesnât mean they are in the mob. And if she is, I would like to interrogate her about it; it could add a new element to my novel,â Wednesday said.
The brighter girl walked to her side of the room and grabbed her phone. When she picked it up, she made an obnoxious sound before sprinting to Wednesday. âSheâs here Wednesday. You have to come and meet her!â Enid exclaimed as she lightly pulled on Wednesdayâs arm, causing her to receive a death glare, but she allowed herself to be drawn from her seat.
The two quickly walked down the stairs and arrived at Weemsâ office. âWhy are we standing creepily outside Weemsâ office?â Wednesday questioned as she glanced over her shoulder at her roommate.
âBecause, silly, sheâs in there talking to Weems right now, and when she comes out, I want to be the first to greet her. And Iâve already volunteered to give her a tour of the grounds,â Enid exclaimed in a hushed tone as if the stranger and Weems were pressed against the door, spying on their conversion.
âAnd what will I do? I am certainly not talking to another half-brain student,â Wednesday said dryly as she stared at the door.
Enid rolled her eyes at the goth girlâs statement; she had made Wednesday talk to someone new only once to find out that the person only talked about horses and the patriarchy. âYou can glare uncomfortably on the sidelines then,â Enid replied.
Wednesday was getting ready to retort when she heard shuffling from behind the door and soft-spoken words that she could not make out.
âHowdie, friend! Iâm Enid, and Iâll be giving you the tour!â Enid enthusiastically said as she attacked the girl with a hug.
All the air from Wednesdayâs lungs had been sucked out as she stared at the stranger before her. She prayed to the old gods and new that this wasnât some evil joke, her punishment for raising the dead. But when she saw the stranger smile, she knew this was her Y/N.
You stood before Wednesday with a human highlighter wrapped around your waist. You were wearing black slacks with a black button-up, and Wednesday felt a heart pick up as she admired you in her color. Where you once had chubby cheeks, they were now thinned out, and you had a jawline that could cut glass. You were once a short and stocky kid, but now you towered over Enid, and your muscular arms wrapped around the rainbow girl. It seemed like everything about you had changed, but nothing at all as well. You still had that bright smile and charming personality, as always, but Wednesdayâs heart sank when she saw the scar on your eye. It took her a moment to notice it as you wore black sunglasses hiding your beautiful heterochromia.
âAh, good, youâre already here, Enid, to give Miss Y/L/N a tour, and youâve brought Miss Addams as well,â Weems said as she stepped out of her room and stood next to Enid and you. Wednesday nearly melted onto the floor when she saw you pull back from Enid and stand up straight, just a few inches shorter than Weems. She noticed how your smile faltered at the mention of âAddamsâ before you played it off and plastered a fake smile on your lips. The air that was once filled with playful curiosity was one of tension, anger, betrayal, and longing.
âAddams,â you said with no emotion in a thick Italian accent as you extended your large and callused hand toward Wednesday that engulfed the goth girlâs small and cold hand. When your hands touched for the first time in ten years since the hospital, you both felt an electric charge pass between you two, and time seemed to stand still for a moment while the rest of the world disappeared around them.
Your covered eyes locked with Wednesdayâs, and you both knew you felt an undeniable spark that sent shivers down your spines. Unspoken words seemed to flow between their fingertips as if their souls were communicating through the simple touch. They both felt the unexplainable and undeniable chemistry rushing back and flooding their minds as they looked at each other for the first time in seven years.
âY/L/N,â Wednesday replied as she eagerly dropped your hand and wiped her palm on her pants as if it would erase the spark she felt.
Enid and Weems both shared a look as they watched the awkward encounter between the two girls, clearly displaying that they have a history between them. Enid cleared her throat as she stepped between you and Wednesday, âalrighty then, shall we get started with our tour?â
Your mood switched on a dime, and you instantly beamed at Enidâs words. You smiled down at the girl and locked your elbow with hers, and rested your hand gently on her arm, âOf course, my dear, let us begin our journey.â Wednesday pulled her eyes at your remark but walked a few paces behind you and her roommate; she knew this would be the start of a very unfortunate friendship.
âWelcome to the quad,â Enid said as she unlocked your arms and motioned around with her hands. âItâs a pentagon,â you replied as you looked at your surroundings.
Enid rolled her eyes at your comment; great, now sheâd have to deal with two Wednesdays as if one wasnât enough. âYou know, Wednesday said the same thing when she first arrived too. I have a feeling you two will be the best of friends!â Enid stated in a cheerful tone after releasing that her roommate can have more than one friend.
âNo,â the formal best friends said simultaneously and sent each other a glare, and if Enid picked up on it, you were glad she didnât say anything.
âAllow me to give you a rundown on the social scene here at Nevermore,â Enid said as she walked around the âquad.â âThere are many flavors of outcasts here, but the four main cliques are Fangs, Furs, Stoners, and Scales,â the brighter girl stated while counting her fingers.
As Enid gave you the tour, you half paid attention out of respect for the girl trying to sell Nevermore to you, but all you could think about was the more petite girl standing a few feet behind you. You could feel her eyes burning holes into your back, but you couldnât face her again, not after everything youâve been through. There was once a time when you would have laid down your life for Wednesday; now, you could barely breathe the same air as her without getting angry. You knew it was stupid to hold a grudge for this long, but Wednesday was your first and only love, and you would be damned if you let her see you weak again.
When you finished the tour, Enid took you to your room, which was, unfortunately, in Ophelia Hall. âO-M-G! Youâre rooming with Yoko! She is my best friend,â Enid announced before looking over at Wednesday, âwell, besides Wens, obviously.â
Your heart sank at the nickname for Wednesday. Only you were allowed to call her Wens when you were children, and she barely let you do that. And now, here she was, allowing someone dressed like unicorn vomit to call her that without so much as an idle threat.
ââWens?ââ You questioned with an eyebrow raised as you looked between the two roommates. You were glad you started to wear your sunglasses again so that neither girl could see the sadness in your eyes. But Wednesday knew you all too well, and she saw how your posture faltered when Enid called her that, and she saw the barely noticeable frown that tugged at your lips. âMy name should only ever leave your lips,â Wednesday wanted to say, but she held her tongue.
âOh, yeah. Thatâs my nickname for Wednesday. She told me that no one has ever given her one before, so I decided to give her one,â Enid said as she ushered the two girls back to her room, âCome on, I wanna show you mine and Wednesdayâs room.â
At the mention of Wednesday never having a nickname, you dropped your fake smile and looked at Wednesday, who was refusing to meet your gaze. âDo I mean that little to you where you would erase even our happiest memories?â You thought when Wednesday finally looked up at you, and for the first time today, you saw emotion in her dark eyes: regret.
âI love the window,â you said as you entered Enid and Wednesdayâs room. You loved the contrast between the two girls and how they seemed to get along perfectly; it reminded you of when you were young and Wednesdayâs favorite person. Now, the girl barely looked at you.
âThanks; the first day here, Wednesday took off her side of color and then put tape down to divide our room. And now look at how far weâve come! Iâm like the only one here who Wens actually cares about!âEnid exclaimed as she spun in her circle with her arms outstretched, clearly happy to be buddy-buddy with Wednesday. You nodded your head, trying to push back the tears that weld in your eyes at the mention of Wednesday caring for someone else before your eyes snapped to something on Wednesdayâs wall.
âWhatâs this?â You questioned as you moved to get a closer look at the object that had caught your attention, causing both of the roommates to follow you.
âOh, thatâs one of Wednesdayâs favorite weapons. She doesnât let anyone touch it, not even me,â Enid said as her eyes fell on the sword mounted to the wall above Wednesdayâs writing desk. Your eyes scanned over the sheathed sword and fell to the purple handle before you turned and looked at Wednesday. âMay I?â You asked in a barely audible voice.
You expected Wednesday to shoot you down before you even finished speaking, but the girl gave you a curt nod, not trusting her voice at this moment. Your hands reached up and took the sword off its mantle, and you slowly took it out of its sheath and set it down on Wednesdayâs desk. You turned the sword over and admired the sharp edge as you carefully ran your pointer finger along the bladeâs edge; you could easily tell that Wednesday had been sharpening it routinely. Your finger finally made its way to the helm of the sword, and you turned it over and sucked in air as you let out a small chuckle.
You read your initials that were still engraved in the sword before your saddened eyes finally looked up at Wednesdayâs guilt-ridden ones. Wednesday thanks the gods that you had your eyes covered, as she knew her heart would have broken ten times over if she saw the sadness in them.
âWell, then,â you said with a shaky breath as you sheathed the sword and placed it back on its mantle, âitâs a beautiful blade, Wednesday.â Your eyes caught something in the corner of Wednesdayâs desk, and you felt every single emotion wash over you like waves crashing onto the shore: a small, black crocheted scorpion sat on top of an unopened note. Before you could comment on it, Wednesdayâs voice pulled you out of your thoughts.
âI know it is,â Wednesday spoke honestly as her eyes danced across your face while you picked up on the double meaning behind her words.
After several seconds of awkward tension, you cleared your throat and walked to the door, âAlright then, Iâll, uh, leave you guys to it.â
Wait!â Enid shouted as she skipped over to you with her phone in hand. âLet me get your Snapchat so we can talk some more,â she said as she pulled up Snapchat. You smiled politely as you pulled your phone out of your back pocket and opened up Snapchat, and allowed the werewolf to add you, and you accepted her friend request when it popped up.
âIâll see you later, Enid,â you said as you opened up the door to walk out, but you stopped and turned around to face Wednesday, âsee you around sometime, Addams.â As you left, only one thought ran across both of your minds: âI canât say hello to you and risk another goodbye.â
When you left the room, Enid immediately turned to face her roommate. âWhat was that about?â She questioned while staring down at the goth girl.
âI have no idea what you are referring to,â Wednesday replied as she walked over to her desk and began working on her novel. She had emotions come back that she had not felt in nearly ten years, and she needed to get them off her chest, writing out different scenarios of her killing Y/N.
Enid stomped to Wednesdayâs desk and turned the small girl around in her chair. She grasped Wednesdayâs shoulders and tightly gripped them as she spoke, âYes, you do. Do not lie to me, Wednesday, or I will paint the side of your hot pink.â
The more petite girl rolled her eyes at her roommateâs comment before prying the hands off her shoulders and returning to her typewriter. âWe used to be friends, and now we arenât; end of story,â Wednesday flatly replied.
âI donât believe you, I know thereâs more to the story, but I wonât pressure you,â Enid defeatedly said as she walked over to her bed and lay down. Of course, she was dying to know the history between you and Wednesday. Still, she would never force Wednesday to talk about something uncomfortable, so she decided to wait it out and see if she could get an answer from either you or Wednesday first.
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The two roommates walked into fencing class and heard the ringing of metal crashing together, and saw that Bianca was in a match with you. The two watched as you blocked Biancaâs advances and matched each of her assaults with double the force, causing the siren to walk backward toward the end of the mat. With one final blow against Biancaâs foil, you cause her to step backward off of the mat and ultimately lose the match.
Bianca let out an angry huff at the loss but shook your hand afterward. âYou gave me a nice challenge, and I respect that. I hope to go up against you again soon,â the siren said as she walked off the mat.
âMaybe youâll get lucky next time and beat me,â you joked as you started to take off your gear when your eyes landed on Wednesday. Before you had moved, you and Wednesday were always in fencing competitions, and it seemed that the two of you were always paired to go against one another. Naturally, you lost every time you went against her, but that was seven years ago, and you spent the past seven years perfecting every little thing that Wednesday was better at.
âCoach Vlad, I was wondering if I could go against someone else before class ends?â You questioned as you stood up. You knew that if you publicly challenged Wednesday that she couldnât turn it down, and you also knew that she believed she was still the better fencer, so both of those gave you an advantage.
Coach Vlad studied your expression and determined that you only asked to prove a point, so he let you. âWho will you be challenging, miss Y/LN?â
âAddams,â was all you said as you stared at the girl dressed in an all-black fencing attire. Wednesdayâs ears perked up at you challenging her, and she knew she would clear you.
âVery well, Wednesday, if you accept the challenge, stand the opposite of Y/N,â Coach Vlad stated with a hint of excitement. He loved watching the way the Addams sparred with his students; she was graceful yet coarse, which reminded him of when he was a student here at Nevermore.
Wednesday walked over to the mat you were standing on, her eyes locked with your covered ones. She wondered what made you wear those sunglasses again, and she missed those eyes she once called home.
âEn garde,â Coach Vlad yelled as the atmosphere crackled with tension. The room falls into a reverent silence as the match begins. With grace and precision, you and Wednesday engage in a mesmerizing dance of footwork and technique, each exchange showcasing your guys' skill and determination.
Their moves were swift and calculated, their attacks and defenses fluid, each striving to gain the upper hand. The crowd of students watched in awe as they witnessed a display of finesse and competitive spirit.
Wednesday made the first aggressive move, launching a series of rapid lunges, attempting to catch you off guard. But you proved your prowess with deft parries, countering with swift ripostes that keep Wednesday on her toes.
As the match progressed, the intensity escalated, and their footwork became even more intricate, seeking to exploit any opening in their opponent's defense. The clang of metal echoed through the hall as their foils met in a series of fierce clashes.
Neither competitor gave an inch, their faces showing steely determination. You and Wednesday are evenly matched, your skills complementing each other, creating a mesmerizing spectacle for the crowd.
With each point you and Wednesday scored, your fellow students held their breaths, afraid that if they cheered, it would mess you two up. Yours and Wednesdayâs adrenaline surged, and your focus sharpened, all distractions fading away as you two immersed yourselves entirely in the moment.
Time seemed to slow down, the seconds stretching into eternity as the match neared its climax. With one final burst of energy, you executed a daring feint, catching Wednesday off balance. In that split second, you placed your foot on top of Wednesdayâs and advanced, causing the more petite girl to fall backward onto the mat. You stood over her and shoved the tip of the foil into her chest armor.
âI appear to be the victor,â you said as you towered over Wednesday before she quickly jumped up from the ground and stormed out of the hall, with you right on her heels.
âThat was hardly a win; you cheated,â Wednesday stated as she stomped toward Ophelia hall. âAnd stop following me.â
âI might have cheated, but youâre still the loser,â you retorted as you quickened your step to walk beside Wednesday. âAnd Iâm not following you; we live in the same hall.â
Wednesday said nothing; she couldnât argue with the fact you two shared a hallway, but she still didnât like it. You watched as Wednesday threw her door open and slammed it shut with a smile on your face; it felt good to have that playful banter back.
Naturally, your rivalry with Wednesday continued as if it had never left; you two constantly competed for the correct answers in your classes, and you two refused to fence with anyone else. It became so toxic that teachers started putting you two out in the hallway during class, like little toddlers who were being disruptive.
âI had a marvelous time ruininâ everything,â you joked with Wednesday as it seemed you two were sitting outside your potions class once more. You had your back pressed against the stone wall next to the door, and Wednesday opted to sit next to you but kept a few feet between you.
âI do suppose ruining the activities of others is tolerable with you,â Wednesday said as she looked over at your beautiful smile that she once loved and felt her own lips twitch upward.
âI know my antics should be celebrated, but Iâm glad you tolerate it,â you said once you saw her scary attempt at a smile.
At the week's end, Enid invited you to her room for some âgirl talk.â You had no idea what girl talk would involve, but you wouldnât pass up a chance to piss Wednesday off.
âWelcome to my dreamhouse!â Enid exclaimed as she opened the door and ushered you into her room. You knew it might be ill-tempered to say this, but you were jealous of Enidâs room. You loved the giant window in the center that emitted different colors throughout the room, highlighting and contrasting the two drastically different sides.
You followed Enid to her side and sat down on her bed with her. You allowed the werewolf to paint your nails a dark purple. She asked you questions about your past and what you wanted to do in the future. You told her that Criminal Justice intrigued you and you thought about becoming a detective at some point. In turn, you asked her what her future plans were, and she told you that if her parents allowed her, she would want to explore the world and see all the beauties she offered.
After you two had fallen into a peaceful conversation, she finally asked the question plaguing her mind since you first arrived, âSo, how did you get that scar? If you donât mind me asking.â
You swore you could hear a hairpin drop right when you felt the moment stop. It was as if someone had sucked all the air out of the room and replaced it with tension. Your eyes shot to Wednesday, who was previously typing on her typewriter but stopped when Enid asked the question. You quietly cleared your throat before speaking, âI, uh⊠it was my fault. I did something stupid without asking for permission, and I paid the consequences. Thatâs all.â
Wednesday felt her heart shatter into a million pieces when she heard you blame yourself for what happened. She wanted to run to Enidâs side of the room and tell you that it wasnât your fault and that she would do anything she could to take it back, to have you back. She felt a single tear run down her cheek as she returned to her novel.
Not believing your story, Enid didnât say anything else. She knew there was something more to the story, but she didnât want to pressure you into telling her. âWell, I think it makes you look ten times hotter,â Enid confessed with a sly smile and a wink. She ignored how her hearing picked up on Wednesdayâs heartbeat increased with jealousy at the comment.
You slightly chuckled at Enidâs comment before looking at Enidâs own scars that she sometimes tried to cover up. They were out of place on the brightly dressed girl, but it added a hint of toughness and bravery to her look that almost made you laugh. âWhat about your scars?â You politely asked, but Enid tensed up at your question.
âOh. I got them from saving Wednesday last year,â she responded quietly as she continued painting your nails. She refused to meet your gaze, and you felt bad for asking about them, but you wanted to know more. âWhy do you cover them up then? You shouldnât be ashamed of your scars; they prove your loyalty to Wednesday.â
A slight grin tugged at Enidâs lips; she had never had anyone, but Wednesday tell her she was brave. âThank you, Y/N. Itâs just,â she paused as she glanced up at you before continuing her work on your hand, âmy mother hates them and says I should be ashamed of myself for ruining any chance I have at finding someone.â
âYou shouldnât listen to your mother, Enid. I think those scars are beautiful, and they display your bravery,â you said as you reached up with your hand and gently traced the scar above Enidâs eyebrow. When a small tear fell down Enidâs cheek, you wiped it away and gave her a soft smile, and Enid knew right then that you were the most authentic person she had ever met. No one has ever been this honest with her, and she cherished your friendship.
Enid let a few quiet minutes pass by before she asked you about your first week at Nevermore, and you told her your honest thoughts. You enjoyed the classes but felt that some students cared too much about their social status and that you loved walking in the woods at night, causing the girl to stop painting your left ring finger.
âYou do what at night?â Enid questioned harshly as her bright blue eyes stared into your soul.
âI go for midnight strolls by myself. Weems never told me not to.â
Enid scoffed at your words before glaring at Wednesday, who was working on her novel. âWednesday is actually the reason we canât walk around at night.â
At the mention of her name, Wednesday straightened her poster and turned around to face you two.
âDo not blame me for the shortcomings of the town sheriff for being unable to keep the people safe from his own son,â the goth girl stated in a threatening manner with an undertone of regret that you picked up on. You noticed the way Wednesdayâs eyes seemed to gloss over with anger when she mentioned the sheriffâs son, and you could only assume something happened between them, which caused your heart to stink at the thought.
âIâm not blaming you, Wens. Iâm just stating that you and your boy toy did play a part in ruining our time outside at night,â Enid said innocently as she went back to pairing your nails; she didnât notice how you tensed up, and you're surprised that she didnât hear your heart break in two. Your heartbroken eyes shoot to Wednesdayâs pained ones, and you can practically read the thoughts behind her eyes, âI lost myself when I lost you.â
Even though you still had your eyes covered, Wednesday knew what you were thinking, âhow could you betray me like this?â You two were children when you last saw each other, but now as almost adults, you knew that all those feelings you felt for each other were more than platonic; it just took you two a lifetime and a half to realize it. As you two stared at each other, you felt all the love you once felt for each other return in an instant; feelings that come back are feelings that never left.
ââBoy toy?ââ You questioned as your eyes refused to leave Wednesdayâs. You knew you would only get hurt by asking, but you had to know.
âIt was a moment of weakness, Y/N. Nothing more,â Wednesday spoke with emotion for the first time as her voice broke off towards the end. She quickly cleared her throat and excused herself to the balcony with her cello before you had time to respond to her.
When Enid finished up your nails, you two were getting ready to do a face mask when she got a text. âYes! Ajax just texted me to hang out with him! Is it alright if I leave you here? Or you can go back to your room if you want?â Enid asked as she stood up from her bed; you ignored the name at the top of her screen that read âYoko.â
âI think Iâm going to stay here for a while and hang out with Thing but go have fun,â you said with a faint smile as you watched Enid leave. Honestly, you missed Thing almost as much as you missed Wednesday. Anytime Wednesday would be away, and you were over, you would always hang out with Thing, and right now, he was definitely your favorite Addams.
You chatted with Thing over the sound of Wednesdayâs cello for nearly twenty minutes as you did his nails and filled him in on what has happened to you in the past seven years. You told him stuff that you would be too afraid to share with Wednesday, not out of trust, but in fear of what she might do to the people that hurt you.
Only when Wednesdayâs cello started to pick up and play a heavy melody did you stop talking. You listened to the way the smaller girl seemed to pour all of her emotions into her song, a song that was full of yearning, hurt, and regret. You listened as there was a slight shift in the music that resembled anger and frustration before turning into a declaration of love. And when the song finally ended on a note that sounded like longing, you got up and walked out to the balcony.
âThat was a lovely song,â you said as you walked past Wednesday and rested your elbows against the balcony edge.
Wednesday gave you a quiet âmhmâ as a response as she set her cello to the side and joined you at the stone railing, making sure to keep five feet between you for homosexual purposes.
The two of you quietly enjoyed the starry night with a crescent moon above you.
âThe sky is so beautiful tonight,â you said, gazing at the stars and moon with your sunglasses still on.
âIt is,â Wednesday agreed, but she wasnât looking up at the sky at all.
When you looked down at Wednesday, she was already staring at you with a tiny glint in her eyes. She subconsciously moved closer to you til she was standing a few inches away from you, and she slowly reached her hands up to take your glasses off. You turned to face her, quickly backing away, and put a foot between you two, âthe fuck are you doing?â
âTake it off,â Wednesday stated in a dry tone.
âNo.â
âWhy not?â
âBecause this ânerdy girl takes off her glasses and everyone finds out sheâs actually really hotâ will not work on you,â you replied with sass in your voice.
âNo, it wonât because you are not attractive in the slightest way,â Wednesday retorted while still staring into your soul.
âThank you, Addams.â
âIt wasnât a compliment.â
âI know,â you said with a smile as you turned and leaned your elbows on the railing once more and continued staring at the stars. âYou are my compact companion, after all,â you teased.
Wednesday rolled her eyes at comment; it felt like it was a lifetime again when she would call you that, and now you turned it against her. She had to agree with you, it was an awful nickname.
âAll the pretty stars shine for you, my love,â you said after a couple of minutes had passed. âitâs from a song,â you added to clear up any confusion that might have been stirred.
Wednesday looked over at you, but you still had your eyes fixed on the sky, but she noticed how your hand slowly inched toward her own, and she picked up on the double meaning as she placed her palm over the back of your hand. She gave your hand three gentle squeezes before returning inside with her cello.
After that night, you two continued with your rivalry, of course, but something had changed that worried Wednesday. She didnât know what that change was, but she felt it like a gentle shift in the air before a big storm; she knew something had changed between you two, but she didnât know what.
On Tuesday of the following week, Nevermore was hosting an archery tournament that lasted all day that you and Wednesday were competing in. As the day dragged out, numerous Nevermore students were booted from the competition, and when it came down to the final two competitors, no one was surprised when they saw you line up next to Wednesday.
âI think Iâve seen this film before,â you said as you grabbed an arrow and notched it before slightly pulling back on the string. The memories of your last archery competition came flooding back as you watched the beautiful girl to the left of you grab an arrow.
âAnd I didnât like the ending,â Wednesday finished as she notched her arrow, drew, and let it loose, nailing the target's bullseye. You scoffed at her words before drawing back your arrow and firing, hitting the bullseye a few centimeters away from Wednesdayâs.
As the contest continued, you and Wednesday engaged in a back-and-forth display of remarkable archery skills. Each shot was precise, and the competition grew fiercer with every arrow released. The crowd of students that had formed around you two was captivated, witnessing a display of talent that would mold the archery competitions of Nevermore for ages.
As the final round approached, you and Wednesday were neck and neck. The tension was palpable, and the spectators held their breath in anticipation. You looked over your left shoulder at Wednesday as you notched and drew your arrow. The smaller girlâs eyes stared into your covered ones, and you saw the way her eyes danced across your face as if she was trying to place a curse on you.
With a shaky breath, you turned away from Wednesday and looked at your target before you slightly lowered the tip of your bow; it was so unnoticeable that no one picked up on it besides the girl who was soul bound to you.
You let the arrow loose and smiled slightly when you saw it hit the outer ring. Wednesday sent you a slight glance before drawing back on her arrow and letting it fly, nailing it right in the center of the bullseye.
The crowd around them let out a few cheers and applause as Weems got the trophies ready. âI knew you could do it, roomie!â Enid exclaimed as she skipped over to Wednesday and gently shook the girlâs shoulders. Wednesday nodded her head at Enid before she walked onto the makeshift sports pedestal podium for first and second. She stepped onto the stage for first and watched as you stood on the one for second, and you sent her a smile that confirmed everything she needed: you threw the match for her.
When Weems handed you two your trophies, you had a giant smile as people took your picture, while Wednesday bore an uncomfortable expression.
âI appear to be the victor,â Wednesday said as you two walked back to Ophelia Hall together. The sun was just setting, and the light seeped into the hallway, creating a romantic lighting that seemed a bit on the nose for you.
âIt appears so,â you replied with a gentle smile as you flipped your trophy around and read the words â2nd place winnerâ underneath your name.
Wednesday scoffed at your comment before glaring up at your towering figure. âYou arenât going to finish the saying?â
You tapped your pointer finger on your chin, acting as if you were thinking profoundly. âWhy would I? You didnât cheat,â you said honestly and dropped your hand back down to your side.
âNo, but you threw the match,â Wednesday said as she approached her door with you a few paces behind her. She wanted nothing more than to bring you inside and cherish you, but she would never stoop to her motherâs way of life.
âIf I am capable of such an outlandish thing, Iâm sure I would not do that just so you-of all people-could win,â you said with a serious tone but your smile told Wednesday you were joking and it made her cold, black heart ache for something for had felt once and only with you.
Deciding against her better judgment, Wednesday set her trophy on the ground, and before you had time to ask her what she was doing, her left hand gently grabbed your neck and pulled down as she stood on her tippy-toes to place a chaste kiss on your cheek. Your entire body heated up at the contact, and a smile overtook your face. The kiss lasted longer than it should have, as Wednesdayâs lips lingered on your cheek as if she was making you a promise that she would one day taste your lips.
âGoodnight, Y/N,â Wednesday said as she picked up her trophy and entered her room, closing the door on your shell-shocked expression. You had butterflies dancing in your stomach as you walked back to your room with a gentle smile on your face and went to sleep with the thought of Wednesdayâs lips against your skin. As you drifted off to sleep, Wednesday stayed up all night writing out the way you made her stomach feel like a thousand spiders lived there and the way your hair warmed her black heart. She once vowed to push you away to avoid the pain of losing you, but every waking moment she spent without you had caused her to feel that pain tenfold. Even if she would lose you at the end of your lives, at least she would have had the honor of calling you hers.
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The eerie gothic ballroom was cloaked in darkness, dimly lit by flickering candlelight that cast haunting shadows upon the ancient stone walls. Heavy velvet drapes, tinged with a rich deep crimson, adorned the tall arched windows, adding a sense of mystery and opulence. Gothic-style chandeliers hung from the vaulted ceilings, their twisted metal work resembling gnarled branches, and their candelabras emitting a spectral glow. The air is filled with a subtle scent of incense, adding to the mysterious ambiance of the room as Wednesday prepared to entire the ballroom.
It was the Grimoire Soiree, Nevermoreâs official gothic ball, that was hosted at the end of the Fall semester every year. Wednesday was naturally intrigued when she heard of a gothic ball and believed attending one might add a new element to her novel, including murder. Still, now, as she watched her peers walk into the ballroom, she felt out of place. Her heart yearned for the one who wouldnât be attending.
It had been several months since the archery contest, and you and Wednesday had not talked to each other. Neither of you knew what to say, but you both wanted to say everything. You two continued with your rivalry, but there was a shift in the air when you two competed against each other, like you two were silently rooting for the other, and it gnawed at both of your hearts.
Deciding to face the music and the calling of her heart, Wednesday walked down the stairs and entered the room.
The polished black marble floors, etched with intricate patterns, mirror the gloomy setting as if reflecting the dark secrets concealed within the ballroom's history that enticed Wednesday. Elaborate gargoyles and stone statues of long-forgotten figures stood sentinel in the corners, their solemn expressions lending an air of solemnity to the space. Crimson roses, tinged with black, were carefully arranged in vases throughout the room, their haunting beauty contrasting with the darkness surrounding them.
As the haunting melody of a haunting organ filled the air, the students of Nevermore were clad in elaborate gothic attire and moved with an aura of elegance and enigma. The atmosphere was both haunting and enchanting, transporting the attendees to a realm of forgotten tales and otherworldly delights that overwhelmed Wednesday. Just as she was about to leave, an overly happy voice exclaimed, âWednesday! You look amazing!â
The smaller girl wore a mesmerizing black gothic ball gown that is a sight of dark enchantment, featuring a flowing skirt that gracefully grazes the ground. Small black accents on the skirt add a touch of intricate detailing, enhancing its allure. The black corset, elegantly laced in the front, complements the gown's bewitching aesthetic and leads to long, puffy sleeves that exude an air of Victorian charm.
A small cutout on the chest, just above the corset, added a daring yet sophisticated touch, leaving a hint of mystery while maintaining an elegant appeal. The gown encapsulated a perfect blend of gothic elegance and captivating allure, making it an ideal choice for Wednesday's hauntingly beautiful ballroom event.
Wednesday turned around, and she noticed that her flamboyant roommate, who usually wore bright, borderline blinding colors, was in a darker-colored ball gown. The ball gown itself was a mesmerizing creation, enveloped in an enchanting dark purple hue that exudes an air of mystery and sophistication. It had a black corset adorned with dark purple accents that added an element of striking contrast, enhancing its captivating allure. Its intricate lacework and velvet accents add an extra layer of elegance. At the same time, its flowing silhouette gracefully captures the essence of gothic charm, something that Wednesday had never seen on Enid before.
The gown caught Wednesday off guard, and she believed that Enid somehow pulled it off, highlighting her piercing blue eyes that would blind anyone. Wednesday might have even given Enid some form of a compliment, but she knew that Enid didnât need that kind of ego inflation.
âI appreciate your words, Enid. And you,â Wednesday wanted to be nice tonight but struggled with the words, âDo not look ridiculous.â
The werewolf beamed at her roommate's words, and a smile formed from cheek to cheek. âAwww! Thank you, Wens!â Enid said as she turned to walk toward Ajax but then suddenly turned back to Wednesday as if she had forgotten something. âOh, and your lover was looking for you earlier; she said she has something to tell you.â And with that, Enid disappeared into the crowd of dancing students with Ajax. Wednesdayâs cold heart picked up at the mention of you wanting to talk to her and beat rapidly against her chest. Her eyes scanned the room for you as an all too familiar saxophone interrupted the organ.
As if it was magic, Wednesdayâs dark eyes immediately found your heterochromia ones in the vast sea of swirling gowns and powdered faces. You were standing on the opposite side of the room, wearing a gothic suit that consisted of a slightly ruffled white shirt, adding a touch of romanticism to the ensemble. Over the shirt, there was a black cavalier vest adorned with mesmerizing purple tapestry, creating a captivating contrast of colors and textures. Completing the look was a sleek black jacket, lending an air of sophistication and dark allure. The suit is further enhanced by a small yet elegant collar chain featuring a black scorpion on both collars, adding a subtle yet distinctive element of gothic charm to the overall attire.
Put on your Bobbi-sox baby
Pull up your old blue jeans
Thereâs a band playinâ down at the armory
Knowâs what rock and roll really means
You two gravitated towards each other at a slow pace before picking up as your hearts quickened with excitement, and soon, you two were standing face to face. âHi,â you said breathlessly as you got lost in Wednesdayâs eyes.
âHi,â she replied as she looked into your beautiful eyes for the first time in seven years. She had forgotten just how beautiful they were; the green eye seemed to dance with the room's lighting while the gray one gave Wednesday a feeling of comfort, the dark color reminding her of her own material home in New Jersey.
I want to bop with you baby, all night long
I want to bop the night away
I want to make it a night like it used to be
âMay I have this dance?â You asked as you slowly started to do âThe Twistâ from Pulp Fiction. Wednesday smiled and began doing Uma Thurmanâs part of the dance as if you two were just six years old again and dancing in Wednesdayâs room. You two smiled and joked the entire dance and felt the whole room disappear as the song drew to a close. âShall we dance again, my fair lady?â You asked when the dance was finished as you stuck out your hand and slightly bowed, just as you did ten years ago.
âYouâre exhausting,â Wednesday replied when the room began waltzing to the beautiful melody of âMerry-Go-Round of Life,â but she took your hand. You placed your free hand just underneath her shoulder blade as her spare hand rested upon the shoulder of the arm that was under her shoulder blade. As the music played, Wednesday allowed you to lead the dance and found herself in a trance as she stared into your beautiful eyes that she missed.
âStop staring into my soul,â you commented as you spun around with Wednesday.
She huffed at your words and playfully stepped on your foot before continuing the dance. âIâm not staring into your soul; I am just admiring your breathtaking eyes,â she confessed honestly while you two continued your fluid movements. âWhy did you start covering them again?â
You tensed up at her words but continued with the graceful dance. âThe only person who found beauty in them was gone,â you said shyly as you gave Wednesday a tight-lipped smile. The smaller girl frowned at your words; she didnât know what to say without confessing her undying love for you. So she stayed quiet and let her eyes drift over to the scar on your face and let regret and pain wash over her like waves on the shoreline. âI never meant to hurt you,â Wednesday mumbled out as she let the pain show on her face. You were her best friend, her soulmate, and her home, and even though she didnât know that it was either you or no one when she was just a child, she now wanted to wrap you in her arms and never let anything or anyone harm you again; even if that meant protecting you from herself.
So, she dropped your hand while dancing and left you out there standing. Crestfallen on the landing as Wednesday left you in the ballroom and disappeared outside.
You snapped out of your disappointed state and were quick on her heels as you followed her outside. âWednesday, whatâs wrong?â You asked as you followed her to a water fountain and watched her sit down on the side.
She was sick to her stomach; she could hear her heartbeat pounding in her ears as she had an internal battle with her heart and brain. Her brain told Wednesday to run in the opposite direction, never to talk to you again. But her heart was telling her to run toward you, to embrace you with her loving heart that seemed to only beat for you. She felt nauseous as her thoughts bounced around; what if you didnât feel the same way toward her? The last time you two were friendly with each other was almost eleven years ago when you guys were six. What if by showing you this much softer side of her, you reject her and use her weakness as a spear to her chest? Nearly killing her but leaving her alive just enough to continue living a life of nothingness. Your heart was glass, and she dropped it.
But what if you felt the same? What if your heart only beat for her, and you would rather die than not have been able to call her yours? All the moments you two spent at each otherâs throats during competitions as you sent her little glances and silently prayed she would win so that you could see her eyes light up.
âEnid said you had something to say to me, Y/N,â Wednesday finally spoke as her thoughts ran rapidly in her mind. She needed to know what you wanted to say to her; she could not die in peace without knowing.
You stared at the alluring girl who refused to meet your eyes. There were thousands of things you wanted to tell her, but you didnât know how. âWednesday, thereâs things I wanna say to you, but Iâll just let you live,â you said quietly as Wednesdayâs eyes finally met yours. Wednesday dryly laughed at your words as her eyes glossed over with tears. The last time she had cried was because she lost you, and now, she was crying because she had finally found you. All of this silence and patience, pining and anticipation, was killing her. Wednesdayâs hands were shaking from holding back from you. When you said her name, everything just stopped; she didnât want you like a best friend.
Wednesdayâs eyes darted across your face, looking for anything resembling rejection. When she found only love and longing in your ocean eyes, she took in a deep breath and spoke in a broken voice, âI used to look at you and see my best friend, and now I can hardly look at you without picturing our bones resting together in a grave dug for two. I left you in there because I cannot live without knowing if it meant more to you too as well. I would rather die than bear these feelings alone.â
The words that left Wednesdayâs lips took you off guard; you had a speech, and now youâre speechless. âWhat do you mean by that, Wednesday? Are you telling me that you have feelings for me?â You asked with disbelief on your face; you needed to know if she was confessing her love for you, but you werenât quite sure if thatâs what she meant.
âThe sun rises and sets with your smile. At least it does for me. Youâre the only thing on this planet worth worshipping. In simpler terms: I want you. Iâve always wanted you. It just took me ten years to realize it. Iâm your jazz singer, and youâre my cult leader,â Wednesday confessed as she stared into your eyes, already accepting rejection.
âWednesday, you donât have to bear those feelings alone,â you stated with a sigh of relief. Wednesdayâs eyes smiled for her as she pushed herself off the fountain, and slowly walked toward you. She stopped a few feet in front, giving you space to run away if you desired.
âI once had someone tell me I was destined to be alone, but I would like to be alone with you. If Iâm enough - if you want me, if youâll have me - Iâm yours, only yours, Y/N,â Wednesday admitted with a silent prayer.
âWednesday, I have only wanted you since we were kids. I only wanted you as a best friend then, but now, when I look at you, I only see my other half. I would rather die than not be able to call you mine, even if itâs just for a second.â
Slowly, Wednesday stepped to you until you were close enough to touch, begging you to make the first move she has always been afraid to take. âFor the past ten years, I have been trying to form a way to apologize for the way I treated you, but every time I come up with something, I only see you in that hospital bed,â Wednesday admitted.
You gently reached out to Wednesdayâs hand and brought it to your cheek. You gave a small kiss on the palm of her hand before moving it to cup your cheek as your free hand wiped away the lone tear that fell down Wednesdayâs cheek. âI forgive you, Wednesday. I had forgiven you the moment I moved; I thought I would never see you again,â you whispered with tears in your eyes as you brought your forehead against Wednesdayâs.
Wednesday sighed in relief as she brought up her other hand and cupped your cheeks. You pulled back from her, and Wednesday wanted to cry. You placed a kiss on her forehead that felt like a promise, then kissed her nose, silently telling her everything will be alright, another on her cheek that felt like you would wait however long for her, and finally, you kissed her lips with so much love Wednesday almost died. She let a small, choked-up gasp escape her lips before gently kissing you back. For the first time in ten years, you both finally felt at home.
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A blanket of snow fell upon the Addamsâ residence that coated the peaceful house as Morticia Addams shot up in bed. She gasped for breath as her eyes panicky shot around the room.
The action woke Gomez up, and he reached over to the bedside table to turn on the lamp before reaching out to his wife. âCara mia, whatâs wrong?â He asked with worry laced in his voice, but his worry faded when he saw a giant smile plastered on Morticiaâs face that accompanied the tears of joy in her eyes.
She wrapped her arms around her husband and pulled him against her, in complete disbelief at the vision she just had of her daughter. She pulled back from the embrace before exclaiming, âOur darling viper has found someone to share her grave with!â
Gomez lit up with excitement at the mention of Wednesday having a lover; words could not express his joy when his daughter finally fell to the Addams Family Curse. âMy love, this is dreadful news! I cannot wait to meet them,â he said with a smile on his face.
Morticia laughed at her husband's words before placing a hand on his cheek and stroking it with her thumb. âDonât worry, Gomez. You have known her since she was a child.â
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AN: if you recognized âthe sun rises and sets with your smileâ quote, I love you so much ð«¶
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Merry Christmas // Mafia!Stucky x Fem!Reader
Summary: It was a simple question: Have you been naughty or nice this year?
Tags: 18+ readers only, smut, dom/sub, costumes/roleplay, rough oral (f and m receiving), rough sex, size kink, praise kink, choking, sir kink, multiple orgasms, overstimulation, subspace, aftercare
A/N: Hello everyone! Sorry, it's been a while since I've posted; I promise to get back to requests at some point. Until then, I just wanted to post a little something and to say Merry Christmas to those who celebrate and Happy Holidays to everyone else!
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Winter was one of your utterly favourite months just for moments like the one you were currently experiencing. The snow layered thickly against the outside of your home, causing a darkened shadow on the inside, which only meant that the blazing fire lit the sitting area in beautiful deep orange and red. The sweet smell of hot cocoa wafted from the kitchen, only making your smile grow as you pulled the fluffy blanket further up your body until the only exposed part of you was your face.
Your back nuzzled further into the soft cushions of the coach you were waiting patiently on, watching the movie with half interest as the comfort of the moment had you wanting to drift into sleep. Whatâs more was that the meetings that had been planned for later in the evening had inevitably been cancelled due to the freezing weather, which meant that you knew you could sit in with your two boyfriends without the fear of them being out on the dangerous roads, just to attend a threatening meeting.
They were home. Safe. With you.
Blinking open an eye and looking around the room, it dawned on you that theyâd been gone from your side for so long that the parts of the cushions theyâd been sitting on had turned cold. Youâd been drifting between sleep and trying to cuddle closer to them for an hour when Bucky shifted, causing a groan to burst from your throat.
Heâd simply kissed your temple tenderly, earning a much-deserved smile in return as he explained that he would make the three of you hot cocoa. Steve had then mumbled something about helping him, but you were too busy trying to reposition your body and get used to not having them squishing either side of you.
Sitting up slightly on the couch, you glanced briefly over the back towards where the kitchen was to see if you could spot either Steve or Bucky, but neither were in sight.
âWhatâs taking you both so long? Iâm getting so cold and lonely out here without youâ, you shouted idly with a hint of a whine for emphasis. As you stared up at the TV attached to the wall above the fireplace, you contemplated what film the three of you could watch tonight when you became distracted by the footsteps coming from the kitchen. Frowning, you began to shout, âWhat took you both so ⊠long?â
Any words you were thinking of asking were swiftly forgotten as your view of the TV was replaced by both of your boyfriends, each standing in oversized Santa trousers, each held up by black suspenders over their shoulders. The red velvet material that covered their strong legs was cuffed with thick white fluff around the ankles and waistline. However, your attention wasnât forced on this as your eyes squinted, not quite believing the detail; âHave you oiled your chests?â you asked quietly, throat suddenly thick with saliva.
Bucky smirked, tensing his pecs so that you could see the oil's gleam better in the fire's orange light. In any other situation, you might have laughed at the fact that they looked like wannabe Santa strippers, but your pussy was being a traitor with the deep pulse that had your thighs clenching with the desperate need to find some relief.
The baby oil that covered the top half of their naked body seemed to extenuate the god-like bodies they both had, the muscles over their arms and abs flexing with the subtle movements they were both making. Even Buckyâs metal arm was oiled, causing the silver shade to shimmer and gleam.
Your head swivelled between admiring the both of them, unsure what to say or how to act. Thankfully, Steve was the first to speak, his thumbs hooking into the base of the black suspenders as he asked in a deep, gravely voice, âHave you been naughty or nice this year?â
Your lips automatically flicked up at the corners to a teasing smile, but the single eyebrow raised by Steve had you falling right into the trap. All the thoughts that had crossed your mind to laugh and joke with them had quickly melted into the submissive, needy girlfriend that they both wanted.
âUm, nice - I think, " you respond before biting your lower lip, a move that had both Steve and Bucky reaching forward, but the latter made first contact, his metal thump gently easing out the lip from between your teeth.
âNice huh? You sure about that, Doll?â Bucky asked, his fingers firmly holding your chin so you could not look away from him.
You shivered as Steve eased away the blanket, and even though the room wasnât cold, the sensations pulsing through your core had your body overreacting. Your eyes had drifted over to Steve, who had squatted to be closer to your height, but a sharp tug on your chin from Bucky had your attention back on him as you tried to form the words to respond to him. âYe-yes. Yes, Iâve been niceâ.
A sharp gasp left your mouth as a quick tug of your nipple from Steve had your body shifting upright. With your arousal building, your nipples had pebbled beneath the thin, oversized top that you wore. Buckyâs eyes seemed to darken as he watched your reaction, the subtle way your hips ground on the couch.
âReally? Because from what Iâve seen, it looks like youâre being a very naughty girl right now. Tell me, Sweetheart, what do you want for Christmas?â
âYouâ, your response was instantaneous, and it seemed to be the correct answer with the way Bucky smiled down at you before releasing your chin.
âWell, it still remains to be seen if youâve really been a good girlâ, Bucky emphasised the last two words, knowing just how those words stroke the deep praise kink that further warmed your pussy, your wetness beginning to coat your lips and drench your shorts.
âPl-please let me prove it. I want to be both of yours, good girl.â You look between where Bucky still stood above you, and Steve knelt at your side.
âThatâs the thing, Sweetheart. The boss down there seems to agree with you. He thinks youâve been a good girl all year round for his treats, but me? Iâm not convinced; I think I need you to show me just how good you can beâ, Bucky explains with darkness lacing his words. âStand upâ, he orders, full of authority. You do, being careful not to knock into Steve as you stand with enough speed that you are somewhat lightheaded. Both of their hands were on you in a split second. Steve grabbed the waistline of your shorts, and Bucky pulled the shirt up and over your head until the two of them had you standing completely bare.
Ungracefully, Bucky pushed against your shoulder, forcing you to sit back onto the warm cushions, looking up at him with wide eyes. A gentle tremor was pulsing through your body with anticipation of what was to come. Your cunt would have been soaked just from the way they were both acting, but with the outfits as well, you were near feral with need.
Buckyâs warm hand gently wrapped around your throat, his thumb and forefinger on either side of your neck, feeling the galloping pace of your heartbeat as you stared up at him. âWill you do everything I say?â he asks with a more gentler tone than before.
âYes, sirâ, you say, voice laced with desperation.
âGood, then I need you to ignore everything that Boss is going to do to you. The only thing I want you to do is to keep your eyes on meâ.
âYes, sirâ.
With great ease, Bucky pushed against your neck, forcing you to sit back correctly against the cushions as he began to stand on the couch, just as Steve moved between your legs on the floor, lifting them until your legs lay over his shoulders.
With the oil, your legs wanted to slip off, so his massive hands had to grip onto the flesh of your thighs, keeping them thoroughly in place as he lowered his face to the heat and wetness that was begging for his touch.
As his tongue caressed the length of your pussy, drinking down the juices youâd seeped in the moments of seeing them in the outfits, your moan was cut off by the light squeeze around your throat from Bucky as he subtly reminded you of his demand. Your eyes moved away from Steve and up to the tall, foreboding figure above you as Buckyâs metal hand drifted to his suspenders, pushing them off each shoulder.
âRemember what I said. I want you to ignore him down there and keep your eyes on me. Now, why donât you prove to me why you should be on the nice list?â.Â
You were unsure if, by ignoring, he meant for you not to moan or react to Steveâs tongue as it circled your swollen bundle of nerves, but it was damn near impossible to be silent as the waves of toe-curling pleasure sparked through your core. However, your mouth was now salivating for another reason as Bucky pushed the red velvet material down his hips until midthigh, and the thick, veined cock of your boyfriend was throbbing in the air before your face.
Resting your hands on Buckyâs thicks and licking your lips whilst also trying not to crush Steve with your thighs, you willed Bucky to come closer with a pathetic squeak. Thankfully, he removed his hand from your throat and rested it on the back of the couch, using it to lower his body and directing his cock to your mouth. You didnât waste a second before licking around the tip, gathering all the precum into your mouth before swallowing the salty goodness down, swiftly followed by a few inches of his hard length.
Buckyâs sigh was praise enough to have you feeling sated and happy as you began to pleasure him with your tongue and mouth, almost matching the movements of Steve between your legs.
âThatâs it, just a little more; I know you can take itâ, Bucky encouraged with a firm hand on the back of your head. As his cock reached the back of your throat and the overwhelming urge to gag overcame you, you attempted to relax your throat to take him deeper, which thankfully worked, ignoring the tears that now lined your eyes from the stimulation.
It didnât help matters that your throat kept spasming with the moans and whines from Steveâs treatment of your pussy. He was eating you like the man was starved. Devouring is the best way to describe the way he was licking you out. His tongue changed from delving into the depths of your soaking cunt, twisting and turning to stimulate all the nerves within, just to then pull out and his teeth to gently graze your clit, causing a throb from your walls which was the gently eased by his tongue once more.
It took almost no time at all before you were cumming into his mouth with a flush of heat and added wetness that coated his chin and cheeks. Steve didnât stop, though, and used your overstimulation post-orgasm to draw you closer to a second orgasm.
Your nails digging into the soft material of Buckyâs Santa trousers helped to keep your ground and not drown in the overwhelming length that was still forcing down your throat. With all the time youâd been with Steve and Bucky, youâd thankfully been able to train your throat to be fucked and take more of their length compared to when you were first with Steve.
This feat was a minor miracle because when Bucky began to take control of the situation and gyrated his hips so that he was now just straight-up, fucking your throat, it meant that you were able to breathe through your nose at the correct times without panicking.
Saliva had filled your mouth from the fucking and was steadily dripping down your chin, causing obscene sloppy noises to come from you, but this only added more praising groans from Bucky as you knew he loved a sloppy blowjob.
âFuck, youâre being such a good girl, Doll. Remember what I said, eyes on me onlyâ. You tried to nod, but the cock in your mouth hindered your movements as your eyes remained focused on the buzz-cut brunette standing over you.
This became more difficult as you noticed movement out of the corner of your eye as you came for the third time. Steve was beginning to straighten his height but remained on his knees; however, your legs were lowered until wrestling around his waist, but his grip remained tight and firm, keeping them in place.
Without warning, immense pressure and stretching of your cunt began to contort your body as Steve began to fuck into your cunt. Thankfully Bucky pulled out enough that you could gasp without his cock filtering the noise as your eyes clenched shut from the welcomed intrusion. Inch after inch filled your empty hole until his hips were flush against yours.
As you and Steve both released a relieved sigh, the dominating hand on the back of your head began to firmly tug your lips closer to Buckyâs cock once more until you were full with both of them.
The two worked together like they did in every aspect of the word. One of them remained in your body as the other pulled out. In out, in out, they fucked you until you were a trembling, wet mess.
Thankfully, now, they were both heavily praising you, which was like sweet music to your ears.
âTaking my cock so wellâ.
âFuck, you always make me feel so good. Yes, just like thatâ.
âSuch a good girl, Doll. I know you wanna cum on Steveâs cock; do it. Cum for himâ.
You did. Many times, in fact. Steve had you cuming so many times that youâd lost count as a sweet warmth wrapped around your brain, leaving you feeling like you werenât in your mundane house anymore but amongst the clouds, floating endlessly in pleasure. Your hands had dropped to your side as all of your energy was now being reserved for sucking Buckyâs cock and taking the punishing pace of Steveâs.
Eventually, Steve was the first to cum with a harsh grunt and snap of his hips as heat and thick wetness flooded into your cunt. He remained in place, holding your legs around his waist as his cock began to soften.
Buckyâs chest was now glistening with both sweat and oil as his eyebrows pinched together, his cheeks rosy with a flush as he groaned deeply, âIâm cumming, holy shit-â. You did gag this time as his entire cock bulged into your throat, the whisps of trimmed hair on his pubic mount tickling your nose as he came.
You worked hard to swallow every drop of him down until your lungs were burning for breath, and he gently eased out of your aching jaw. Your mouth tingled as you licked your swollen lips, sure that if you tried to talk now, all that youâd be able to achieve is a dreadful, deep, gravely voice.
Bucky leapt off the couch, disappearing into another direction you were too tired to follow. Thankfully, Steve remained with you as he carefully repositioned the two of you so that he now sat in the middle of the seat and had you sitting in his lap. Your head felt heavy as it lulled against his slipped chest, but you still hummed in contentment as he kissed your forehead sweetly whilst wrapping his strong hands around your shoulders.
âHey, Sweetheart, I need you to drink some of this; itâll help your throatâ, Bucky encouraged a few moments later as he sat next to the two of you with a mug of steaming hot cocoa. Steve helped lift your head as Bucky held the drink out, tipping it slightly so that you could drink a couple of sips, moaning at the chocolatey sweet taste and the warmth that did soothe your sore throat.
âWell done, just a little moreâ, Steve whispered against your cheek as he lay delicate kisses against your sensitive skin.
Finally, with the drink gone, Bucky leaned closer to you, giving your lips a much-deserved kiss before pulling away with a cheeky glint in his eye. âSo, do you like the outfits? They were Natâs idea. Pretty sure she meant it as a jokeâ, he wondered out loud, but your giggle and nod recaptured his attention.
âI loved themâ, you whispered with a voice thick with tiredness and evidence from being thoroughly fucked.
âGood, because I canât wait to see what youâll look like in the outfit we bought you. We think youâd be the perfect match to be Mrs Clause, but I must admit, there was significantly less materialâ, Steve explained as his fingers massaged into your still aching legs.
âI canât wait, but maybe tomorrowâ, you admit tiredly, relaxing further into the arms of both of them.Â
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viktor licht is a creepy perv whoâd hack your computer to look through your camera on some weirdo shit, like how they be talking bout the fbi person watching you through the phone, yea thatâs him.
he hacks all your devices but he loves having access to your computer because it gives him a wide range of visibility to you. and itâs nothing like when you masturbate on your phone, your legs going over the arms of your chair giving him the perfectly full view of your beautiful pussy.
the dark brown outside and strawberry pink inside taking over his thoughts as a drop of your cream was dragged up to your clit with your choice of the night: fingers, vibrator, or a dildo, ogling you and the split screen of the porn you were watching but mostly you as you stimulate yourself.
hearing the wet âschlick-ingâ sounds coming from the heaven between your thighs, he pulls out his brown pussy pocket having it on deck, he began fucking into it at the same pace as you, edging himself to keep from cumming prematurely.
he watched your white cream decorate the chair, slick messy between your thighs, he came right after you, as you force your shaking legs to keep open. more of your cream pooling into the chair, a low moan withdrawing from your two tone lips, your mouth in an open pout as your whole body trembled as if youâre in a room of ice.
his cum filled the false pussy, groaning as he pulled out his still throbbing dick leaving a spurt of the watery fluid on the clit of the toy, imagining it was you he bit his lip as a stream of his cum expels from his tip.
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he comes out of his room the next morning entering the working space to find you sitting with everyone, talking and laughing lightly. his eyes never parting from your frame, reminiscing the events of last night trying not to get hard again as he greets everyone, watching you smile at him and nod in acknowledgment before going back to your conversation.
he watches you talk animatedly with your hands daydreaming about what they could do to him. he goes to sit down feeling his dick pulse, far from you but enough to have a clear uninterrupted view, watching subtly his fist resting underneath his chin, as he wondered what you were gonna do with your pretty pussy tonight.
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â³ boyyy this man right hereee
â³ loves you to death
â³ personal hype man too
â³ whenever you get a new hairstyle he taking millions of pictures of you
â³ shows you off all the time around the company and when yâall go to Asakusa
â³ 100% cooperative when it comes to your hair
â³ in the beginning , wash days were kinda confusing to him but surprisingly he caught on quick
â³ eats everything & anything you cook for him
â³ when you made that man some mac n cheese & sweet potatoesss !!?
â³ ate it all up & asked for seconds , thirds , fourths , etc etc
â³ if youâre ever self doubting this man will be right there to reassure you
â³ spoils tf outta you
â³ nails ? done , hair ? done , lashes ? done
â³ would force you to workout with him and everyone else in the company
â³ and everybodyyy in company 8 adores you
â³ at the end of the day just know this man is just as obsessed with you , as you are with him
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