#i don’t want to disappoint but i rlly don’t think i’ll be able to get to them except for when i’m hosting a blurb night | Explore Tumblr Posts and Blogs

callsign-bunnie · 6 months

Note

You know what I'm here for. I want that Gazalex AU you mentioned in a comment on your AO3 (I'm being a bad influence)

I already had this written when I received this ask, I'm not even gonna lie to you. Witch!Omega!Gaz and Pastor's Son!Alpha!Alex, smut, very very mild angst, dubcon if you squint rlly hard

It was June in the South, it was going to be hot. But.. fuck, did it have to be scorching? Alex was laying in just his boxers on the bed and he still felt like he could feel sweat rolling down his spine. It was a random thought, but he was so insanely grateful that his rut cycle had lined up that he wouldn’t have one until at least August.

Even with the fan full blast, Alex still could feel the heat surrounding him and pressing down on his body, coating every inch of his skin with obnoxious warmth. His father refused to waste money on AC, so that wasn’t running and wouldn’t run until July, at least. Alex didn’t really consider this fair, since his father was older and anemic, and both Alex and his mother ran hotter than the average alphas and omegas, but whatever.

But, it was a Friday, he didn’t have work, and he had nothing else to do but lay face down on his bed in the direct airflow of a heavy duty fan he blew about half of a paycheck on, and wait for his mom to cook dinner, since he’d just had lunch.

“Alex!” His father yelled, now banging on his door.

Wonderful.

His father was an aggressive alpha, so it was best to not keep him waiting. Instead, he got up, yanked on jean shorts and a tee shirt, and opened the door, doing his best to look polite. “Yes, sir?”

“John Price and his family are finally getting moved on, Selma Green just called me and told me. Now, as you know, his father used to be very generous to the church and town, so we want to make a good impression on him so he may continue this tradition.” His father stated, his voice gruff and his stance firm. He was pastor of the Church, so he always had to look commanding.

Alex… wished he could compare in his own, but he’d never managed. Maybe one day he would, but Alex didn’t think anyone found him intimidating or commanding. His best friend, Ghost, certainly didn’t.

Ghost, an atheist, and Alex weren’t really supposed to be friends. Their fathers hated each other, and Ghost wore black eye makeup despite being an alpha and listened to “satanic” music. However, he was funny, really down to earth, and the only person willing to be friends with Alex. All of the other teenagers had been worried Alex would tattle on everything they did to his father, who would in turn tell theirs. But.. Alex wouldn’t. And he never did.

Ghost had been very excited, as hard as it was to believe, about John Price moving in. Alex hadn’t had been able to get a straight answer as to why out of him, but he knew that Ghost was incredibly excited.

His father, and most of their small town, had been, as well.

So, Alex knew exactly what his father was about to do. Regardless, he nodded. “Alright… What do you need me to do, then?”

“Go and greet them, obviously. You’re my son, it’ll be seen as an act of goodwill!” His father said, as if the answer was obvious. To be fair, it was to Alex. “Dress nice, don’t dress like a delinquent. And don’t you dare consider taking that freak Riley with you.”

Alex resisted laughing because that had been exactly what he planned to do. He was still planning to go right by Ghost’s house and see if he wanted to tag along, since he was more than sure that Ghost would.

Instead, he solemnly nodded, ignoring the way his father’s eyes rolled, and smiled. “I will. I’ll get dressed and head right up there.”

“Good. Your mom said you can be late for dinner if you get caught up.” Alex’s father nodded, and then turned and left without another word.

Alex knew he was a disappointment to him, but he could have said goodbye.

Instead, Alex just changed his clothes as quickly as he could before rushing downstairs, kissing his mom on the cheek when he went through the kitchen. “I’ll try not to miss dinner.”

“Don’t appear rude by rushing away from them.” She immediately scolded, and Alex had to resist rolling his eyes. “We want them in the Church on Sunday, worshiping the Lord.”

“Yes, Mama.” Alex sighed, softly. She didn’t say goodbye, either, as he left, and he just shook it off as he went to his car, sliding into the driver’s seat. It was a nice car, the Pastor’s Son couldn’t be driving a clunker around. Before he got driving, he called Ghost. Both were the same age, too, and had gone to high school, together. But, Ghost lived alone, and Alex still lived with his parents.

He’d move out, eventually, hopefully sooner rather than later, but for now… It was just more convenient to stay at home. For the most part, unless he was being pushed to make a good impression on the town’s people, he was left alone by them. More alone than he’d like to be.

“I’m guessing this call has nothing to do with John Price finally arriving?”

Alex laughed, immediately, since Ghost knew him, or likely his father, very well. “Do you want to go, or not?”

“Obviously I want to go, Keller. God.”

Alex winced at the small amount of blasphemy and then laughed, again, as Ghost hung up the phone, starting to drive finally. He didn’t really know where he stood on God. He’d like him to exist, he thought it might sound nice. But… a lot of things added up less and less.

Ghost lived fairly close by, right on the edge of town, in a small apartment building. It was a nice little building and Ghost had already offered for Alex to move in with him when he finally moved out, but… if Alex moved out, he was leaving this town. He was getting far away from there. Maybe he’d move to the coast, live right by the ocean. He didn’t know, he hardly cared.

Ghost was sitting on the curb as Alex slowed by the apartment, and he immediately got up and jogged to Alex’s car, getting in the passenger seat. Neither greeted the other save for a short nod, before Alex was getting back on the road to John Price’s house. “I’ve heard he has three omegas with him. Two that are his kids, one that isn’t.”

“Rodolfo.” Ghost answered, nodding. “He’s under the old man’s care.”

“You know him??” Alex asked, surprised. “Why didn’t you say anything?”

“Know is a strong word. But… Sort of. And, I didn’t want your dad to find out.” Ghost sighed. “I knew you wouldn’t have told but…”

Yeah, Alex’s dad had a few ways of finding things out if Alex knew them. Went through his phone, which was why Ghost and Alex only called, talked to anyone he talked to. Hell, the others had been more likely to tell on Alex, rather than the other way around. So, Alex couldn’t find himself being that angry about it. “I get it.” Alex sighed, softly, and then shook his head. “So, what else do you know?”

“He’s older than he looks.”

Alex glanced at Ghost, raising an eyebrow, but he was only met with a shrug. “Cryptic. Great.” Alex shook his head, sighing. “Anything else?”

“His sons are named Kyle and Gary, both are omegas, but they go by Gaz and Roach. Both are adopted.”

“Ah.” Alex frowned, since that wasn’t really much to go off of. “How do you know them?”

“I know Roach, not his father.” Ghost answered, turning to look out the window, and Alex started to understand. Ghost must have something with Roach… but what? Both were only 18, he doubted Ghost would have had time to formulate anything too deep.

Even still, he understood that he wasn’t going to get much more out of Ghost, so Alex just turned the radio on, falling silent and leaning back in his seat as he continued to drive on to John Price’s house.

As he approached the open gate that led to the estate, house was less and less accurate of a descriptor in his mind. Instead, he realized it was a massive Manor, which sat atop an equally massive hill. It was a gorgeous property, surrounded by peach trees, which was Alex’s favorite fruit.

As they approached the house, he could see the massive moving truck that had people carrying boxes inside, already. Alex carefully parked, jumping as Ghost was immediately out of the car, and he shook his head, also getting up and putting on his best welcoming smile as he approached an older man.

However, the closer he got, the more he realized what Ghost’s statement meant. The man looked hardly older than 30, and with few wrinkles on his face. Even still, this face broke into a smile as they approached. “Hello,” Alex greeted, keeping his smile, “I’m Alex Keller. My father is the pastor at the Church. He wanted me to come up and say hello.”

“Ah.” John Price smiled, shaking his hand when Alex offered it. “I’m John Price, I know your father. Yes, yes, it’s nice to meet you.”

Alex relaxed, since he seemed nice enough. If Alex had had to go through this whole spiel with someone who was a massive asshole, he might have had a problem.

He glanced around, taking in everything that was around them. The moving truck was standard, just bigger than any that Alex had ever seen, and John Price was quick to go back to giving directions. However, a blonde woman, who looked much closer to the age of 39 that Price was supposed to be, was leaning against a Cadillac, smoking a cigarette. Alex approached her, smelling cigarette smoke and alpha, and offered his hand. “It’s nice to meet you.”

“It’s nice to meet you, too.” She answered, smiling. Her eyes, however, told Alex she already knew him in a very odd way. Her eyes told him that they were simply meeting again after years of being apart, but… he knew that wasn’t possible. Even still, there was almost something paternal in the way she shook his hand, and he noted that her skin was ice cold, even in the heat. “My name is Kate Laswell.”

“I’m Alex.” Alex repeated and nodded. “Are you friends with John Price?”

“Best friends.” She nodded. “My wife is already inside, resting, or she’d come out and greet you.”

Alex nodded in understanding, “that’s alright.”

Kate laughed, softly, “I’ve never had issues with the heat, but my wife does. I sympathize for you both. She also runs hotter than usual.”

Ghost’s real name suddenly floated through the air, tickling the hair on the back of Alex’s neck and then floating down his spine in a very odd and uncomfortable way. It lingered in his head and he didn’t understand why on earth he’d suddenly be having the thought of Simon on his mind.

However, it was good that he did, as Ghost was moving to the Cadillac, as a window rolled down and then a face was poking out of it. An omega, beautiful to a surprising extent, had laid his arms on the door, and laid his face on his arms, and was watching Ghost move to him. His hair was blonde, but more of a pink blonde, and his face was dusted with an assortment of freckles. His eyes were green, and so were the flowing sleeves of a dress that Alex could see as his arms rested on the car door. He wore a face mask across the bottom of his face, but amusement was across his eyes, as well as a soft affection.

Ghost’s face was one of awe, and he opened the door, while the omega reached his arms up. This must be Roach, Alex was realizing, as Ghost lifted the omega out of the car, bridal style. Alex had never seen Ghost this way, gently carrying the omega up to the house and seemingly being careful of the long green sleeves. Neither spoke, but Alex would swear they were moving as if they were conversing, and then Ghost was throwing his head back and laughing loud, and Alex wasn’t quite sure he understood.

Even still, his attention was immediately pulled back to the car as the door shut, slamming, and now another omega was leaning against it and watching him. This omega had a bit more of a severe expression on his face, one of distrust and almost dislike. He wore cut off shorts, a tee shirt that was far too big for him and in an alpha’s style, and these massive boots which Alex could imagine would hurt to get kicked by.

“I’m Rodolfo.” The omega said. He did not put his hand out, and neither did Alex. His eyes were brown, his hair was brown, and his skin was deep tan. He was… just as beautiful as Roach had been, but it was in a frightening way. Alex found himself knowing he would do anything the omega asked, even if at a great personal cost to himself. He didn’t like that, very much.

So, all Alex did was nod and reply, “I’m Alex.”

Then, Rodolfo pushed himself off the car and he pushed past Alex, a smile breaking across his face and Alex’s eyes followed him as he walked up to an alpha that Alex swore wasn’t there, before. The alpha was also dark skinned, with bright brown eyes, close to red, and black hair. His arms and neck were coated by tattoos, and he looked close to Alex’s age, as did Rodolfo. “Alejandro…” Rodolfo murmured, and the alpha’s arms wrapped around him.

Alex immediately took note of matching tattoos, some odd symbol on the back of Alejandro’s hand that was on the side of Rodolfo’s neck, right where a thumb would rest if one’s throat was being gripped. The imagery was odd, but Alex was starting to realize this family was… very odd.

“Mi hermoso… mi querido…” Alejandro murmured, tilting Rodolfo’s head up and kissing him deeply.

Alex felt uncomfortable watching them, turning away and back to Kate Laswell, before realizing she was just gone, no longer near the cadillac. However, when his mind decided that maybe he shouldn’t bother them and just leave, he was hearing a door on the opposite side of the car open, and then one final omega was getting out.

The minute Alex’s eyes landed on him, he felt as if the air was knocked from his lungs. Their eyes met, and a cold shiver ran down the back of Alex’s neck as the omega came around the car to get closer to him. His expression wasn’t smiling like Roach’s had been, but it wasn’t severe like Rodolfo’s, instead looking almost shy. His features were soft, mostly his eyes were, a soft warm brown. His skin was very dark, unbroken, and he had long braids that cascaded over his shoulders.

He wore a white blouse that hung off his shoulders, and a pale cream set of tailored pants. The skin on his shoulders was smooth and several images of Alex running his mouth over it, tasting everything the omega was made of, ran through his mind. He wanted to shake it off and ignore it, but it was harder and harder as the omega came close, his eyes flitting away from Alex’s face when he was in front of him. “It’s nice to meet you…” The omega’s voice was soft, shy, and Alex adored it. “I’m Kyle, but everyone calls me Gaz.”

Alex was quick to offer a hand, which Gaz took and shook, and Alex noted two white pairs of gloves on his hands. “I’m Alex. Everyone calls me that.” He offered the joke, finding himself desperate to impress the omega. And, in fact, pride filled his chest as the omega laughed and flushed softly.

He was so beautiful, his eyes were soft, and his lashes had dropped so he was looking at Alex through them, but his brown eyes were still visible through the dark, long lashes he had. The way those eyes looked at him did very odd things to Alex’s stomach and now he was caught between never wanting to leave and desperately running away.

Alex’s eyes dropped to the omega’s lips, and he so badly wanted them on his own. “It’s… It’s nice to meet you.” Alex said, a little lamely, but he had nothing else he could think to say, and he wanted to keep talking to Gaz.

“It’s nice to meet you, too.” Gaz finally smiled at him, and then his attention was stolen from Alex by his name being called.

Alex turned and saw John Price was standing on the front porch, a wrap around kind, and finally Alex’s eyes took in the features of the house. A gorgeous emerald green with black and gold accenting. Ivy traveled up some of the walls, and Alex realized the heat must have been getting to him because he swore some of the flowers on the ivy bloomed before his eyes.

“Ask Alex if he’d like to stay for dinner!” Price continued to call.

Alex winced, though he would definitely love to. But… he could be late, but his mom would be pissed if he ate dinner at another house when she was planning on him being home. He knew his dad likely wouldn’t eat with them, anyway. Alex wondered whose house he would be at, which omega.

So, he shook his head. “I can’t.” He answered, to Gaz, even though Gaz hadn’t asked him. “I should get home.”

Gaz then frowned, his expression turning disappointed. “You can’t?” Alex almost immediately took it back and said fuck it, stayed for dinner, anyway. He wanted to, he wanted to so bad. But… he really couldn’t.

“No, I’m sorry.” Alex winced, hoping his tone conveyed that enough. “Maybe another day?”

“I’d like that.” Gaz softened, immediately, and his smile came back, and Alex was starting to come up with ideas on how to keep it there. “I’ll hold you to it.”

“I expect nothing less.” Alex half grinned, and then he was having to leave. Once he got to the car, though, it occurred to him that he should be trying to get them to come to church, but… when he turned back around to call it out to them, he saw they were all gone.

Huh.

Must have already gone inside.

In the weeks that followed, Alex had not had a single night where he didn’t dream about Gaz. He woke up, often, with his name on his lips and his eyes fading from his memory. It was torture and euphoria in the worst ways and Alex found himself not wanting it to end and desperately wishing to be free at the same time.

He hadn’t been able to find opportunity to go and see the omega, either, or any of his family, either, though he wasn’t sure if that would make the dreams easier or worse.

The worst part was their sexual nature. Alex, again, didn’t know where he stood on God, but he did know that, regardless, they filled him with shame. He wished he could stop waking up covered in sweat, the taste of honeysuckle and peach tea on his tongue, rutting into the bed. No, he’d never indulged much in fantasies over omegas, maybe that was contributing to it.

Ghost had ribbed on him, a few times, for being a virgin, and he had no doubts that it was making the dreams worse. But, what was Alex supposed to do?

The town had started to talk, too. Not about Alex, thankfully, but about John Price and his family. Alex’s father waved it all to the side, told his church members not to indulge in gossip but… Alex had heard the words thrown around. Demons… Witches… Warlock.

It didn’t take long for a rumor to catch and spread like a wildfire, even the most ridiculous of them like these. But, there were rumors that John Price and Kate Laswell were powerful warlocks, that they were only moving back to their town, not that they were brand new inhabitants.

That Kyle, Rodolfo, and Roach all took part in demented sex rituals, that they sacrificed animals to their lord, Satan. That they sacrificed alphas.

As Alex had said, ridiculous. But… he couldn’t find himself completely denying the rumors, either. Obviously they were bullshit, witches, warlocks, and demons didn’t exist. At the very least, witches and warlocks didn’t. But… he couldn’t deny how odd they were… The weird things that had happened when he met them. Nothing too inconspicuous but… some of it was very odd.

But Alex didn’t believe in those things.

He didn’t.

Right?

He awoke, again, with the taste of honeysuckle and peach tea on his tongue, with Kyle’s eyes fading from his memory, the touch of his fingers ghosting over his back, to the suffocating heat of another night in the South in July. It wasn’t the type of heat he desperately wanted around his body, on his body.

This was slowly becoming unbearable, Alex could hardly take much more of it. He wasn’t sure what was worse, being tormented by the dreams or waking up from them. Did he want them to leave him alone or did he want to lose himself to them, sink into them and never return?

The sun was hardly rising, it was barely five in the morning, and it’d be another day that Alex had nothing to do. Even still, it was already hot, and Alex felt like he was drenched in his own sweat. Maybe he’d take a cool shower, and go back to bed. Fall back into the dreams.

His name floated through the air, it ghosted over his back, tracing the outlines of his shoulder blades, before sinking deep into him and images of Kyle flooded his mind, a mix of when they met and imagery from the dreams. It was an odd feeling, like he was being called, but where was he being called to?

Maybe a cold shower was the best idea.

However, as he forced himself up from his bed, his own name embraced him, again, tugging him to the window, where he noticed there was a fair breeze drifting through the brand new screen. They were privacy screens, close to black, meant to help keep the sun from their rooms. He could see the very thing just starting to peek over the horizon, though a crowd of clouds said they would soon be there to block it out.

Hurricane season.

Crouching, Alex looked out the window, unsurprised to find nothing was there. He had to have been imagining it, the dreams must have been affecting him in more ways than one. His name, again.

This time, Alex found the urge to grab his car keys and drive. He was confident, if he went out to his car and got in it, he’d know exactly where to drive, exactly where to go. But… would he go?

One word entered his mind… Please…

Who was Alex to deny such a request? He’d given into sillier. So, he yanked clothes on, a tee shirt and shorts, and he grabbed his keys, heading down the stairs before jumping back as he saw his father was sitting at the table, his hands folded together as if he was praying.

“Alex.” His father spoke and then his eyes were opening and they looked at Alex. “Where are you going?”

A million excuses ran through Alex’s head and a million excuses escaped his mind. “Just… for a drive.” He settled on, though he knew he could have made a much faster and better lie. “It’s… hot and I’m having trouble sleeping.”

His father clearly did not believe him. But, he wasn’t stopped and Alex rushed out to his car that much faster, finding some irrational need to make up for lost time. He was right that his mind new exactly where to go, taking each turn on pure instinct until he made it to John Price’s estate, and he was driving up the hill to the house.

Why was he here?

He didn’t know, but he didn’t plan to leave. Indeed, he stepped out of the car, seeing that the house was brightly lit in the still barely rising sun, but he didn’t find himself going up to the door. Instead, he found himself on a trail to the woods that sat on the property, following fireflies that danced in front of his eyes as he walked down the winding trail.

He wasn’t surprised to find Gaz was at the end of it, nor could he saw he was surprised at turning around and seeing there had been no such trail. What did surprise him was the small pond that Kyle sat at the edge of, surrounded by massive blooming flowers. The scent of honeysuckle and peaches flooded the air, surrounding him, caressing his skin.

“You answered my call.” Gaz said, though his back was to Alex. “You said you’d come back and see me.”

Alex could only feel guilt, as he had promised he would. “I’m… sorry. I’ve been busy.” A lie, he just hadn’t found a good excuse. “I meant to visit.” Did he?

Gaz slowly turned to look at Alex, and Alex moved forward, sinking to his knees beside the omega. “I’m here, now.” Alex said, softly, and he softened at the small smile that appeared on Gaz’s face.

The omega was beautiful, ethereally beautiful, frighteningly beautiful. Another blouse, just a blouse, this one loose and hanging even farther off his shoulders, and Alex let his eyes trace over every inch of skin, knowing with confidence that it would taste exactly how the omega smelled, of honeysuckle and peach.

Then the omega was leaning towards Gaz and Alex couldn’t find it in himself to deny himself the pleasure of leaning forward, placing his lips on Gaz’s collarbone, and finding he was right about the taste. Gaz’s hand reached up and placed itself on the back of Alex’s head, pulling him closer. Alex moved and pulled Gaz close, tasting over every bit of skin that he could reach.

The scent and taste flooded every scent he had, eliciting a growl from his chest before he could help it, and he found he didn’t care much from the soft mewl Gaz made before he was melting. The omega was perfect, everything Alex thought an omega ought to be and he wanted every sound he could get from the omega.

Too soon, however, Gaz was pushing at his head, and though he didn’t want to, he pulled away, trying not to make his disappointment evident. Gaz smiled, sweetly, at him and he cupped Alex’s face, and the touch made Alex’s stomach flip flop. “Come into the water with me…” Gaz murmured, with all of the sweet allure of a siren asking a sailor to drown himself.

Alex didn’t refuse, on his feet immediately. He watched the omega stand and undress himself before he stepped into the water, a beautiful soft blush appearing on his skin before Alex was quick to undress as well, following his siren into the water. He knew, if Gaz tried to drown him, he wouldn’t stop him.

Thankfully, the omega didn’t try to drown him, instead moving to Alex and kissing him, soft and sweet. Alex would admit that he didn’t really know what he was doing, but he didn’t care, his mouth finding the movements, anyway. He was gentle as he pushed Gaz back into a rock, noting that the water hardly reached midthigh for both of them, but it did oddly shimmer in the corner of his eyes.

It was pleasantly cool, too, and Alex found all of the uncomfortable heat dissipated in his body, and as he looked down when Gaz pulled away, everywhere the water touched on the omega’s body revealed iridescent swirling symbols traveling up his body. The omega met his eyes before Gaz was dropping down to sink into the water, impossibly submerging himself before returning.

When he resurfaced, his body was coated in the symbols, a language Alex couldn’t recognize but could read easily, making out protection and health over his skin. His hair shimmered, too, and his ears had morphed into pointed tips, his lips were purple, and his eyes were now a very warm brown, glowing honey in the still rising sun.

Alex couldn’t tell you how long this sunrise had lasted.

“You are… beautiful…” Alex murmured, reaching out to touch the omega, grasping him and pulling him close, again. He wanted the omega to be as close as possible, he wanted them inside each other.

Gaz didn’t respond, instead pressing himself against Alex, who reveled in the feeling of their skin pressed against each other’s. He again pressed Gaz back up against the rock from before, moving his mouth to his neck again, making sure to remain quiet in order to drink in every sound that was made. He taught himself with each noise, making note of the spots that got the loudest reactions. He traced certain words with his tongue, erasing chaste and pure.

The smell of slick hit him, bringing his arousal to the height of what it could be. Instinct took over and he pushed Gaz to turn over, making a pleased sound when the omega did as prompted, bracing himself on the rock. Alex’s fingers felt over Gaz’s body before they found his wet heat, sinking inside eagerly.

Gaz moaned, his head leaning back, and Alex had yet to see a painting that invoked such feeling that this sight did. His chest was warm, goosebumps traveled up his skin, and he got the very distinct feeling that he and Gaz were bound together in some divine way that neither got a choice in. But… he didn’t think he minded so much.

Alex found the motions that kept Gaz moaning, quickly, training his eyes on every single thing the omega did. Every whimper, every tremble, every gasp. He wanted to memorize it all, he wanted it to be there when he closed his eyes. He didn’t dare speak, he didn’t want to interrupt him.

Too soon, though, the omega grew impatient, his hips pushing back against Alex’s hand. “My alpha-” Kyle’s alpha, “please… I need you, I-” His voice broke ever so slightly, and guilt and pride mixed together in Alex’s chest. He’d done that to the omega.

Alex wouldn’t deny him, though, moving forward and kissing Gaz’s shoulder. It did finally occur to him that God might frown upon Alex, should he see Alex committing the same sin his father had preached against from the pulpit. He and Gaz were not married but… Alex also thought that if God witnessed the pure divinity in Kyle’s touch, he might look the other direction.

Could God, himself, resist this? Alex didn’t think he could.

He pumped his fingers a few more times before finally pulling them out, kissing Gaz’s shoulder to sooth him as he whimpered, his hips chasing Alex’s hand. “I’ve got you, baby.”

The omega just melted under Alex’s grasp, and he had a feeling it had to do with his words. Alex found himself smiling, mouthing over some previously made marks, carefully. It didn’t take much effort for Alex to push in, Gaz’s body gladly accepting him. He fit perfectly inside, nestling right up to Gaz’s back wall, and having to rest his forehead where he had just been mouthing over.

He would admit to jerking off a few times, but God, it didn’t compare to this. Gaz was so tight and hot around him, and he wrapped his arms around him, pulling him close to he could push deeper into him, panting softly. “We fit together…” Gaz acknowledged, his own voice breathy, the sensation of being full seemingly just as new. Alex wasn’t stupid, he knew what the words he’d erased meant.

Alex could only breathe an agreement, though he wholeheartedly did so. Carefully, not wanting to hurt his omega, he started to slide out, listening to Gaz whimper again, before he was quick to push back in, both moaning together. So, he set a pace. Slow out, quick in. It was torture, but he wanted to be careful, he didn’t want to hurt him.

When he did try to pull away slightly, worried he was gripping Gaz too tightly, Gaz made a distressed sound, yanking him close again, so Alex only held him tighter, wrapping his hands around the hips they had landed on, on opposite sides. He bit and marked over Gaz’s shoulders as he quickened his pace, too desperate so his self control was slipping.

But, Gaz didn’t seem to mind, if the growing volume of his moans said anything. The omega dropped forward onto his elbows, continuing to brace himself on the stone, and Alex couldn’t move with him, as the new angle allowed him even deeper, which he so desperately wished to be. Instead, he ran his hands down and over Kyle’s back, admiring the sight in front of him. He liked the way Gaz’s waist dipped in, evoking the same shape as a violin in Alex’s head.

Indeed, he liked playing Gaz’s body, seeing what noises came from which actions.

When his body started to tense and he could feel a building knot, it was with disappointment that he moved away. However, he was startled to be pushed down into the water, Kyle sinking back down onto his cock as Alex’s ass hit the bottom of the pond. “I need your knot, please!” Gaz cried, his expression almost akin to betrayal as he now faced Alex.

“I- I’m sorry, I didn’t think you’d want that.” Alex was quick to apologize, feeling awful for denying Gaz. “I’m sorry, baby. I’ll knot you, I won’t pull out.”

“Don’t you dare.” Gaz nodded, and his hands fell on Alex’s shoulders, before he was lifting up and slamming back down onto Alex’s cock.

Alex could only curse, wrapping his arms back around the omega’s middle as Gaz started to ride him. Gaz clearly had less patience and self restraint than Alex, because his pace denied nothing from either, causing both’s orgasms to build up quickly before Alex was biting into Gaz’s neck as his knot formed, and then Gaz was spasming around him, milking Alex for all he had.

Alex knew what Gaz wanted, when his hand moved to Alex’s head and pushed it deeper into the crook of his neck, and he gladly obliged, biting harder until his teeth broke the skin over where his mating spot was. Gaz didn’t cry out like Alex had seen other omegas do at mating ceremonies, instead he melted right into Alex, practically the same matter as the pond in Alex’s hands.

When Alex pulled away, Gaz was quick to match the mark on Alex’s neck, acting with such speed that it seemed almost that he was worried Alex would stop him. But, Alex wouldn’t dare, moving his head to oblige the omega, and trying not to dig his nails in at the pure euphoria that invaded his body from the bite.

He wasn’t quite sure what happened next, he just had a few memories of dragging him and Gaz out of the water and back onto dry land, and then they were in a bed formed from a massive flower. It was soft and sweet smelling, and somehow there was a blanket and pillows, but Alex wasn’t going to start questioning things now.

He nuzzled into the warmth of Gaz’s neck, grateful that he was still too swollen to separate from him. “What are you?” He finally asked, curious only because they were fully mated.

Gaz didn’t answer, though his hand reached up to stroke over Alex’s hair. “A witch but.. I’m not evil.”

“I don’t think you could be.”

“No, I’m… not. Price is a demon, he gave me his blood, so I am his adopted son. So is Roach. As such, we have gifts. Roach has the gift of the wind…”

“And you have plants, I’m guessing?” Alex finally moved his head to look up at Gaz, seeing a soft sheepish smile was on his face. He nodded, to confirm, and Alex “ahhed” before putting his face back in his neck. A cool breeze ran over his skin and he shivered, slightly.

Gaz continued to speak. “He can talk to people without opening his mouth. The… gifts took things from us. We were dying when he found us, he saved us. It took Roach’s voice, as the wind always does.”

“What… was taken from you?” Alex frowned, looking up at Gaz.

Gaz went silent, his expression forlorn. “I can’t have children. That’s what the earth takes.”

Alex frowned, looking in himself to see what he felt but… he didn’t care. He didn’t particularly want them, hell he could barely stand them, so… ultimately, it didn’t matter to him. “So… Roach called me, not you.”

“He did, but I asked him to.” Gaz confirmed, returning to stroking over Alex’s hair. “We’re… soulmates. I needed you to mate me before the next blue moon which is…”

“Tomorrow.” Alex realized, remembering some whispers from superstitious town members.

Gaz nodded. “I was desperate… I almost worried you wouldn’t come, but you did.”

“I knew it was you calling me.” Alex shrugged, his eyes meeting Gaz’s. “Anything you asked, I would have done. You could have drowned me, I wouldn’t have struggled.”

“I would never drown you.” Gaz frowned, immediately shaking his head. “I love you…”

Alex softened. “I love you, too…” He leaned forward, pressing a soft kiss to Gaz’s lips. “Are… Ghost and Roach like us?” He asked, when he pulled away, and he softened at the nod. “I’d never seen Ghost like that, before.”

“He scares me.” Gaz admitted, before tugging Alex back to where he’d been resting, which Alex gladly obliged. “But… Roach adores him. They met last summer. Separating has been painful for them, I know, but both seem happy together.”

“He hasn’t talked to me much.” Alex answered. He hadn’t been that upset, half distracted by his dreams and also knowing that he was likely with Roach. He was happy for Ghost, he knew Ghost was lonely. “What about Rodolfo and… Alejandro?”

“They’re different.” Gaz shook his head. “Rudy was born mateless because his family promised their first omega child to Alejandro’s father, a very powerful incubus. However, before Rodolfo presented, he was killed by a group of demon hunters. A demon’s contract, however, is nearly impossible to break. According to it, Rodolfo then passed down to his son, Alejandro, who would have been the same age. Alejandro, himself, can’t break the ownership. But… I don’t think either mind. Alejandro has given Rodolfo blood and Rodolfo is very powerful with his many, many gifts.”

Alex frowned, unsure how he felt about that. But.. it wasn’t really his business. “I’d give you gifts, if I can.”

“You did…” Gaz murmured, taking Alex’s hand. “Since we mated before tomorrow, we’re connected in the most intimate ways. It’ll grow the longer we’re mated. That’s the most perfect gift you can give me.”

Alex found himself blushing dark and he nuzzled the fresh mating mark, watching the symbols start to fade on Gaz’s skin. It was disappointing, but… he had had a feeling they couldn’t stay forever. “What did the water do?”

“I feel safer in the pond… It protects us from harm… I… I was anxious.” Gaz looked away, which Alex didn’t like, gently making Gaz look at him, again. “I thought I’d be more confident in the pond.”

“Were you?” Alex asked, picking up one of Gaz’s braids and twisting it between his fingers.

Gaz nodded, and the sun finally had risen enough to shine on his skin, and Alex noted a shimmer was still there. “Will you stay with me, forever?”

“Longer than.” Alex promised, not even needing to think about it. He knew, soon, he’d have to worry about the repercussions. He knew the people would say things about the supposed witch managing to trick the Pastor’s son into mating him…

Fire. Screaming, begging.

Alex’s eyes flashed to Gaz’s, the imagery pervading his brain. He was met with a soft concern, but… Gaz’s eyes knew. He knew there was no other way this could end but with flames. Alex could only tense, his panic building, but Gaz was quick to soothe him, cradling Alex’s head back into his neck. “Shhh, my alpha… That won’t be for a very long while. We can’t avoid it, but we will survive it. I know it.”

Would they?

Alex couldn’t say he fully believed it, but he wasn’t a seer or prophet. He couldn’t say what would happen, he only knew it was inevitable, but he still yanked Gaz as close as possible. “I won’t let them burn you.”

“I won’t burn.” Gaz murmured, soothingly. “Price knows about it, he’s going to fix it. We’ll be okay, my love. We will survive.”

Alex pulled the omega as close as he physically could, feeling the sun’s heat slowly dissipate until he was uncovering his face to see the flower had closed around him. He didn’t know much about flowers, he didn’t know what kind it was but… it was suddenly his favorite. He wanted to remain locked inside of it forever, with Kyle. “Why… why did you guys move here?” He finally asked, wanting to distract himself.

“The pond.” Gaz frowned. “The pond and the house. We have a few around the world. One in Britain, one in a country named Urzikstan. We won’t be able to stay here forever. But… I had something, here, that I needed to come for.”

Alex knew Gaz was talking about him. “Why can’t we leave, then? The people won’t be able to burn you, then.”

“It’s not so simple. Traveling takes… a lot. We need to be here for at least a year.” Gaz murmured, his tone regretful.

Alex didn’t like that, but he didn’t voice it. Instead, he just moved on to another question. “What is Kate Laswell?”

“Another demon. Her wife is a witch, as well.” Gaz answered, smiling. “She teaches us.”

“Ah.” Alex murmured, moving to trace his finger over some of the still remaining words on Gaz’s stomach. Sleep tugged at the corners of his mind, and when Gaz snuggled in to get comfortable, Alex did the same. When he woke up, he’d start to worry about how he would deal with this. For now? He would sleep.

He would sleep, comfortable in Gaz’s arms, feeling happy where he belonged.

Do you want to be added to this taglist? Reply to this post that you wish to be added to the taglist and I will start to tag you in it every time I post it. You can also use this form!

Ship: @the-pluto-828 @Humanmilkerr @lieutenant-storm @roachboy @del79jji @thatnerdnamedtj @snootlestheangel @ornitorinco @crazy-phan-girl13 @cowboyscruffy @lvndr-swtr @chaotic-pastel-science-babe @the-blue-substitute @idiotrxccoon

Omegaverse: @arwenprinses @vergilnelosparda @del79jji @thisisthedarknessofmymind @stardust-medic99 @ornitorinco @loartacc @green--beenie @lieutenant-storm @pandanini @chaotic-pastel-science-babe @odelia_32 @brightbird91

#Gaz Cod #Alex Keller #Alex COD #Gaz x Alex #Alex x Gaz #call of duty #gazalex #the gazalex agenda #omegaverse #omega kyle gaz garrick #alpha alex keller #queue for dinner again hunny?

18 notes · View notes

n0toverit · 8 months

Text

huge vent feel free to ignore

okay day is now becoming kinda bad day esp with everything that’s happened recently i haven’t worked in like two weeks bc quit old job to go to new job bc i got a car which is literally everything i worked for at old job like saving 550-650 per check so i could get a car and then i got in an accident so i have no car which is the whole reason i went to new job interview and got the job that o was so happy and so excited for and now i have no car so i got all used to having my own time and doing things in my own not asking if i can be dropped of here or if i can be brought there i could just do it on my own and i was able to see bf twice a week instead of once bc he wasn’t the only one driving all the way to me and back every week but now i get more info on new job just to find out my kinda ex friend at this point that works there told me ppl wear jewelry and have their nails and lashes done blah blah so i give myself a fresh set of acrylic nails this past weekend, i would have had lashes but that was the day of the accident just for the email to say no perfume/cologne, no jewelry whatsoever (rings of any sort, earrings, bracelets,watches) no makeup, no hair or eyelash extensions, no acrylic nails or nail polish, and above all that said that if you violate any part of the dress code you’ll be sent home and have training rescheduled for the next week which mine was already rescheduled bc the class i was supposed to be in on the 5th got too full so they moved me to the 12th now i have to remove a basically full fresh set of acrylics and take off all of my jewelry including my ring from my boyfriend which means the most to me i literally cried the one day i forgot to put it back on a couple weeks ago after washing my cat and then take out all 3 sets of earrings i have and possibly lose the 3rd holes entirely that i only got making sure with that friend that i would be able to wear at least just regular plain earrings and not have to take them out and she said yes they shouldn’t say anything so not only was i basically fully lied to but i have only a few days to figure out what to do with all my stuff idk if they’ll let me in with clear piercing retainers or not i’ll have to see how they look cause i’m not sure if i’ll have my hair up or not this is all so disappointing and upsetting with the fact that i’m pretty sure all week i’m gonna have to uber home too cause they’re doing it on a tuesday when my regular schedule has me off from sunday -tuesday and alternating wednesdays i’m happy i have the job and it’s a better working place than the last job i had especially since i know i won’t be doing 3diff ppls jobs and playing manager through the week but i wish the stupid accident didn’t happen and my stupid friend wasn’t so stupid if i can even call her a friend at this point we had this not rlly huge but idk falling out argument whatever that she complains how she feels like i don’t want hang out with her anymore or that i spend all my time with my bf who i’ve only been able to see 2-3 times a week IF IM LUCKY but normally once a week on tuesdays for over a year but she thinks i spend all my time and days off with him when he lives 45mins away from me or that i don’t wanna hang out with her when she leaves me on seen and delivered for weeks and at time and she thinks it’s like a hehe oopsies i did to that didn’t i like it’s so annoying and irritating i’ve actually fully stopped talking to her bc of it she said she was gonna be better about it and she hasn’t changed anything so i just stopped talking to her fully because it’s sad and annoying esp seeing as we were best friends since we were like 10-11 and now she just pretty much lies or pays so little attention and practically ignores me everything g is so upsetting recently i just wish i still had my car and never made that stupid appointment and that i had better friends when at this point my only friend is my boyfriend if he even really counts and maybe one other person but we can’t even really hang out now cause i don’t have a car anymore

0 notes

amakumos · 1 year

Note

the thing is i feel so stupid still going on about it bc … theres no update theres still nothing 😭😭😭

and p much all of my friends have gotten to the point where it’s like ‘he’s stupid !!! his loss !!! fuck him u deserve better ❗️’ like girl i even told one of the teachers who was on the trip that he’s still not replied and she was like ‘maybe it’s time to get over him’ 😭😭 so thats why i dont wanna go back ranting to my friends bc they’ll just be like ‘he wasn’t worth it anyway stop thinking abt him’ 🥲

and i know ‘getting over him’ sounds a bit silly bc there wasn’t much there to get over in the first place but ig i have been ‘getting over him’ in the sense that i’ve been feeling way better this past week than i was before and i’m not thinking abt him as much or checking his insta as much anymore (i still checked if he was in my recent story views tho and 🙃 he wasn’t ofc)

but idk yesterday randomly a wave of … idk what feeling but the FEELS just hit me yesterday and i was like dang :/ do i actually want him to reply or do i just miss being able to talk abt him and theorise about him to my friends 😭

bc at this point idek if i would even want a reply??? like i had to ask myself is it a crush or was it just a holiday fling (if u can even call it that bc barely anything happened 😭)

i can’t even answer that question bc yes i did find him attractive and charming in the few minutes i spoke to him and the maybe,,, six hours i saw him for?? so i barely know him enough to even crush on him but at the same time not just any guy would affect me this much if u get what im saying? like if i didnt have some sort of interest/feelings i wouldn’t be this bothered by it yk?

i just can’t afford to be stressed over a boy when i have exams coming up so if, by some miracle, he did reply… there’s a chance that reply comes during my exam season and idk how i’d even begin to deal with that 🥲 like as of right now it’s not too bad, i can concentrate on college just fine bc there’s nothing from him but if there WAS a response my brain would be absolutely frazzled 🫠

this was a lot longer than i anticipated i am so sorry but ty for letting me get this out 😭🫶🏼

i Literally understand EXACTLY how u feel rn bc i did not get one last chance to shoot my shot at lulu guy bc he wasn’t here today ☹️ and i feel like . when someone shows that they might be a little into you i think it’s normal that we overthink it quite a lot ?? i think you might just wanna get to know him a bit better because like you said nothing rlly happened ,, and maybe ure disappointed that u think that u don’t rlly have a chance to get to know him better ??? (at least that is me with the lulu guy .. and i still don’t know his name LMFAOOOO) but i think it’s normal to want a reply or wanna talk more if someone leaves a rlly strong and lasting impression on you !! and maybe u want a reply cuz u want some sort of closure cuz it all ended sort of abruptly??? i don’t know exactly everything abt it but if i met some guy and we were kinda talking and it all stopped out of the blue i would want some sort of response to tell me to not keep having false hope ?? i think that’s better than being ghosted tbh ,,, like i’ll be sad for a bit but then it’s easier to get over it bc ure not waiting for anything else to happen ?? and if there was a response from him tbh i would make him wait (considering how long he made you wait) but i feel like it’s probably best to not hold out hope (IM SORRY IF THATS UPSETTING) but if he replies then great! and if he doesn’t then that’s okay cuz it’s his loss anyways <3

#yuns asks

1 note · View note

barzzal · 3 years

Text

barzzal’s mobile guidelines

hi! here are some guidelines for a quick run down of what you can expect on the writing side of this blog. listed below the cut are some rules and hockeys i’ll be writing for. please don’t ignore this post in case you’re planning to send a request. thank you!

requests: closed

masterlist: the barn

writing tags:

imagines, blurbs, headcanons, wet weekends

writing guidelines:

— requests are open! do keep in mind that i write at my own pace but i assure you that i’ll work on it as soon as i can. hope you’ll be fine with that!

— i do appreciate likes, but reblogs and feedbacks will surely go a long way! they’re just as important and it wouldn’t hurt to help a girl out, amirite! appreciate authors and their fics! validate us in the tags!! :’))

— my nsfw works are strictly for adults only! (18+) if you’re a minor, please don’t interact in any of my smut writings. do not consume content you’re not supposed to and was clearly not intended for you.

— i sincerely hope you would be considerate enough to honor all of the things stated on here.

— if you do have more questions, feel free to hmu my askbox is always open for everyone! talk to me!

what i write:

fluff → domestic themes, feel good imagines, all that cute and tooth rotting stuff!

angst → break ups, relationships in a rut, falling out, jealousy, and all that goes under the category of hurting yourself with a fic just to make you feel things... yes i love that pls send more angsty concepts <3

smut → we all want the naaaasty! give it! i don’t write polyamory btw it’s not my strongest suit but we’ll see (we’ll never know)

imagines, blurbs, headcanons → i usually write requests in the form of blurbs/hc. if it gets longer than a blurb i might publish it as a full imagine. but don’t worry, i’ll make sure to include your request on it. do lmk which one you’d want the concept written in.

everything “x fem!reader” → i avoid any race-giving description/s as much as possible even tho i’m a poc. nonetheless, you are free to specify if you want the imagine to be more tailored to you.

real person fiction → i might write au’s occasionally but i prefer writing for them as hockeys and themselves.

also, i love angst more than anything! so pls dont hesitate to send me angsty concepts. <3

what i don’t write:

i hold every right to simply not write what i’m not comfortable with as i give you the right to not support what i wrote if you’re not comfortable with it. give and take boo x

i strictly don’t write for problematic players. i don’t think i need to stress on this any further.

i don’t write for married/family man hockeys. this is pretty self explanatory. pls don’t send requests for gabe landeskog, matt martin, carey price, casey cizikas, travis konecny, and the like. if someone from the list i write for eventually gets married or have a child, assume that they will be taken off it as well.

what you can send other than requests:

my inbox is always open and i answer as soon as i can soo shoot whatever you wanna or just talk and have a chat with me :-))

PLEASE for the love of all things good and pure, send me thots!!! your girl badly needs it

disclaimer: this is fiction. that means the way i write these boys is not/will never be an appropriate justification of how or who they are in real life. rpf authors use celebrities as the yardstick of a certain character limited only as the ff. a face claim, a name, a and few attributes/personalities but it shall never depict how they really are as a person. i love them yes, but keep in mind that they are men. and we all know that men are shitty as hell.

who i write for: you can send blurb/headcanon requests for these people + do not send requests for players that are not on the list

note: the list is in alphabetical order (team wise) and their specific tags. names without links mean i’m yet to write a full-imagine for them. nevertheless, feel free to check my masterlist for blurbs and/or headcanons of said players.

colorado avalanche

mikko rantanen

nathan mackinnon (pending requests)

tyson jost

carolina hurricanes

sebastian aho (concept under wet weekends)

new jersey devils

nico hischier

ryan graves

new york islanders

mathew barzal

pittsburgh penguins

sidney crosby

retired writings (players i no longer write for)

nolan patrick

#requests: still closed #barzzal: guidelines #i’ll pile on the boys i write for soon!#just want to post this now!! some of you guys still send requests #i don’t want to disappoint but i rlly don’t think i’ll be able to get to them except for when i’m hosting a blurb night #i’m so sorry pls don’t take it the wrong way!#pls dont rb

6 notes · View notes

notnctu · 3 years

Text

push & pull | kim doyoung

❀ slytherin!doyoung x hufflepuff!femreader ❀ genre - SLOW BURN, smut, fluff, a bit of humor (idk not rlly) ❀ details - hogwarts!au, fwb to lovers?, y/n is a player lol, jealous doyoung, mutual pining, doyoung is a lil mean ❀ word count - 9.7k ❀ warnings - explicit language, possessiveness (a concept of marking), dom!doyoung, angry sex?, slight dirty talk, penetration, fingering, praise kink ❀ synopsis - in which a prideful slytherin and an oblivious hufflepuff play a clueless emotion game of tug of war.

❝I thought Hufflepuffs are to be loyal, so why do you sleep with other men?❞

❝People say Slytherins are ambitious, so why didn’t you pursue me?❞ ❀ a/n - i changed the plot a little bit as i was writing lol but hopefully it still fits everything! i said this in the teaser, but i want to preface and say that the magic/marking is not canon to harry potter, and that the only thing im using are the sectional houses/subjects. besides that, everything is made up LMAO also pls b lenient with me, i read hogwarts!au but writing it is very out of my comfort zone and am very bad at creating anything magical

READ NEXT PART

Kim Doyoung, the Slytherin boy of your dreams, mindlessly and imperfectly steals glances your way across the dining tables and under several hundred floating lit candles. He sits huddled with his few posh friends that wear the same green and silver tie situated so tightly underneath their necks. And you, just looking as dazzling as ever, with your yellow and black tie hanging loose and a few buttons undone from your dress shirt.

He hates how easily you catch his attention and his ability to spot your figure in a dense crowd. You barely even look his way in public now, often distracted by a broad Gryffindor that tries to make flirtatious advantages at you. And when he thinks it can’t get any worse, it does… as you’re flashing your bright beautiful smile back at him and the shift in your body language.

“You’re staring again.” Yuta flickers between his friend and the subject of his focus.

Doyoung clears his throat, smooths his tie and physically turns his body away from the horrendous scene. “It’s very hard not to stare when she’s flirting with other men in front of me.”

“Does she do it on purpose?” The silver haired boy raises a questionable eyebrow and Doyoung reacts before he can speak.

He perks up and narrows his eyes at Yuta. “Purpose? Like to make me jealous?” Doyoung scoffs, laughs almost at the ridiculous thought. “The answer is no. We’re not exclusive, we’re nothing.”

“If you two are nothing, then why are you acting like you two are something? Get a grip, it’s practically sickening watching you fume over a ditzy Hufflepuff.” As Yuta prepares to bite into his delicious soft bread roll, it flies out of his grip, down the long table and onto another person’s plate.

Both boys are quick to stand to their feet and face each other chest to chest. Neither one of them is intimidated by the other, but their other friends around them are rather shocked by the sudden discrepancy.

Doyoung forcibly brushes off an imaginary dust off his good friend’s shoulders and draws a perfectly strained fake smile, knowing that others may be watching and he is a Prefect after all. But most importantly, you could be watching. “Call her that again, and your dinner won’t be the only thing that’s thrown across the table.” His threat is loud enough solely for Yuta to hear.

Yuta, with glaring eyes, picks up his dinner tray and walks off with his chin held high and a brisk in his stride. Doyoung clears his throat in the midst of the brief silence and out of habit, fixes his tie back in place. He takes a seat back down and the chatter at the table resumes, but he’s beyond embarrassed and disappointed at his loss of temper that everything drowns out.

Almost everything. He feels a light tap on his shoulder and out of annoyance, he spins around hastily and sharply snarls, “what?” But his eyes land on your fearful wide eyes and the slight cower in your stance, knowing that you caught onto his bad mood. And he’s half in disbelief that you’re approaching him right in the center of the Great Hall, that you’re standing so beautiful a foot away from him.

Instant regret and guilt fills his chest, his sharp eyes soften at your pout and the concerned furrow in between your brows. Nonetheless, he doesn’t have any words to say… he can’t get himself to apologize for his behavior.

“Do you want to walk to Herbology with me?” The quiver in your voice made you seem so small, so desperate for him, that he can hear the reactions of his friends. They’re laughing, at him, at you, at the whole scene that’s unfolding. He feels mocked, being a laughing stock isn’t something he’s very fond of.

His lips form a tight line, and in a snarky tone, “you don’t know your own way, Puff? Mind you ask your own Prefect to guide you.” Fuck. He tried to find the nicest way possible to brush you off, but his friends laugh a bit louder and intensely. And you didn’t like that one bit.

Your lips part slightly in a frown, an eyebrow raised and a hand on your hip. You look as if you’re ready to attack him, to jinx him, to probably pinch at his skin. But he knows you, and you’d do none of the above. Instead, you say the one threat that causes his heart to sink into the pit of his stomach, “don’t talk to me in class.” You’re slipping away from him as you pick up your pace, exiting all the commotion in the Great Hall.

He tries to hide the disappointment that stems from his chest, and his heart beats with an inexplicable dull pain. All he can think about is the twist of your expression and he’s gathering his things rather quickly to follow after you, without even a bid goodbye to his clique.

Without any knowledge of what you two do behind closed doors and the complex history that you two share, one may view your relationship as practically nonexistent; you two are strangers, barely passing acquaintances.

Doyoung does not approach you in the halls, in anywhere that necessarily has many witnesses. You smile at him, maybe even a wave depending on your mood, but no one questions it … as you wave at almost everyone who passes by you.

Classmates might see interaction during the one class you two share, if they pay attention close enough. However, you and Doyoung are much more to each other than passing acquaintances. Although he’s starting to see himself as another name on your list of individuals you sleep with, you are much more to him than you could ever know.

He’ll never forget the first time you two met. He was patrolling the halls for anyone lurking past curfew with his nose dug deep in his heavy book on magical creatures, when you walked right into him and caused the both of you to fall to the granite.

He was beyond ready to dock off points for whoever the rule breaker may be, but you took his breath away when you hovered above him and clasped your palm over his mouth before he can scold anyone. You looked a bit frazzled as your hair was all over the place and he noticed your minimal amount of clothing in the middle of a cold winter night.

He saw the signature Hufflepuff badge on your thin sweater and the sound of your voice completely threw him off his tracks.

“I’m so sorry.” You whisper at the stunned Prefect underneath you, whose body feels warm against your own. But your eyes remain frantically on the lookout for anyone else passing, despite the lack of light in the cobblestone hallway. You most definitely do not belong in this wing of the castle and knocking down a Prefect caused more of a problem in your escape route.

Quickly standing up, you lend your hand out for him to take. His long fingers accept your hold as he pulls himself up and dusts the dirt off his robe. His green emblem glows in the dim light and you’re internally screaming at the mess you just made for yourself. But you recognize his features: the sharpness in his eyes, the small curves of the corners of his lips, his neatly parted black hair.

“You’re in some deep---”

“---Kim Doyoung.” The boy freezes at the sound of his name and he blinks at you, curious as to where you know of him. Being a Prefect has its small perks of popularity, but he didn’t expect for it to go this far. “Y/N, we had brooms together.”

As he repeats your name and examines your pretty features, a light bulb goes off in his head. “The clumsy Hufflepuff that fell off her broom in the highest altitude?”

“If that’s how you remember me by.” You smile proudly, and he scoffs at how someone could possibly hold pride in something so silly. “It’s nice to see you around, you’re a Prefect! Wow! That’s incredible.”

“And you’re still as clumsy as you were a year ago. Falling all over the place.”

“Unfortunately, some things don’t change! But you certainly have.” Doyoung looks at you with hooded eyes and a cautious gaze, but you’re so outlandishly bold despite swaying with your hands behind your back. “Please, don’t take that the wrong way. I meant it as a compliment! I used to have a tiny crush on you, baseless, but you helped me catch my broomstick and I’ll never be able to forget that.”

Doyoung, unknowingly, lights up at your shameless confession and takes another good look at you. You're much more mature now, and if he stared into your alluring gaze any longer, he’d be completely mesmerized without the need of a love potion. “So you liked me over a meaningless chivalrous act?”

“I liked you because you were charming and yes, perhaps I am someone who finds attractiveness in men who are chivalrous. There’s nothing wrong with that.” You bat your sweet eyelashes at him so endearingly, and he’s a blushing mess all over the place.

Doyoung has had anonymous love letters passed on from his friends, but they were all Slytherins who yearned greedily to be associated with his status. So knowing that a Hufflepuff, with an innocent youthful approach to love, festered some form of infatuation with him does flatter him quite well. “I’ll let you go.”

You’re about to exhale an exasperated sigh of relief until Doyoung continues, “under one condition.”

“Okay, I’ll do anything.” Your gleaming eyes sparkle like stars paired with the night sky.

He rolls his eyes at you, “don’t be so quick to jump at conditions without hearing them first.” Doyoung groans and you passively brush off his comment.

“If it’s harmless, I’ll do it.”

And in the dead of the night, where only you two stand in the middle of an empty cobblestone hallway, Doyoung requests, “I want to see you again.”

Although that night marked the beginning of your friendship, public interactions were still scarce and this was mainly on the fault of Doyoung. The times you met were late nights past curfew where he was stationed at and he grew to enjoy your wondrous personality. This boy grew up in a Slytherin bubble his whole life, no one outside of his house ever dared approached him … at least, not with the warmest smile as yours.

You were everything he was not, but he liked it so much. You were a half that completed his whole, and there were growing pains he couldn’t confide in anyone else. Surprisingly, you knew his imperfections more than he did himself and yet, you still wanted to be around him to encourage him. Not to mention, you had a sudden growth in other parts of your body and formed into your features very beautifully.

He wasn’t the only one who noticed, as there were more male counterparts who smiled at you, talked about you, fawned over you. And he felt something heighten inside of him along with his existing romantic feelings, and that he began seeing you in a new light.

With you experiencing new things, like hand holding and being showered by love letters on Valentine’s Day, it was wrong of him to fester such envy over the ones who publicly adorned you. He was so blinded by his hot headed rage that he completely missed the fact that you never accepted anyone who confessed, maybe the hand holding, but everyone else was a complete rejection.

All this time, you had been waiting for him and when you two shared your first kiss together, you had an assumption that Doyoung was going to finally confess that he felt the same way. But he never did. You two did, however, further your relationship into something more intimate and taking each other’s virginities opened a whole pathway of possibilities --- none being one where you two end up officially together.

He was the first to sleep with someone else, that was his first of many mistakes that he was going to make in his relationship with you. It also became the drop of the needle for you to start seeing other people as well, to explore what Doyoung couldn’t offer, to rid yourself of the feelings you had for a boy that didn’t seem like he wanted anything more.

Chivalry was dead and Doyoung believed that the innocent youthful Hufflepuff love had disappeared from within you.

As his present day runs after you, you’re abruptly stopped by a Ravenclaw for a small chat. Damn you Hufflepuffs for being friendly and social. So, he rushes past the two of you and into the classroom to await for your arrival. The quick shade of green flashes by your side and you’re fuming incredibly at how Doyoung continues to play you like a harp.

When you slide into your assigned seat next to him, he goes off like a canon. Doyoung starts spewing backhanded excuses and endless shameless rambles about his behavior. “I told you. Don’t talk to me during class or I will jinx you. Won’t be able to talk with your tongue stuck to the roof of your mouth.”

“You’re not going to jinx me.” With a subtle flick of his wrist, your chair is pulled closer to his. “And if you were to do so, you wouldn’t do something so cynical.” Yelping at the abrupt usage of his magic, you’re irritably pressing your ink into your journal with a newfound annoyance.

“You’re right. I’d turn you into a duck, so at least, you’re still cute to look at.” The mindless scribbles on the paper make no sense in your head, as you’re primarily zoned in on the disrupted energy you have about your Slytherin companion. These ill feelings make you almost sick, wanting to shut out any bad replay of the moments before and forgetting about the attention you seek so much from Doyoung.

“For you to successfully cast a jinx on me, you must make eye contact first.” His finger lifts your chin and you’re eye to eye with his lustful dark stare. Doyoung licks his lips, a shine shimmers from his saliva, and he’s tempted to bring you into his chambers for an intimacy he’s been craving. “My, oh my. You’re looking very charmed today.” A grin curves up and taunts you, and you’re blinking away down at the table.

“Doyoung, we’re in class. Please, focus.” Your desperate whisper turns into a whine once his cold hand slyly smooths over your bare knee.

“Are you free later tonight?” Doyoung peers over at your side profile and your skin feels soft at his fingertips. He’s imagining your intoxicating scent mixing with his sheets, your light playful kisses along his neck, and gripping onto every naked part of you. For a whole minute, he’s forgotten that he’s in class with other no name individuals and a boring professor. He has tunnel vision whenever he’s with you.

“I have an arrangement.” The grip on your knee tightens at your quiet answer. An arrangement.

“The Gryffindor who had leafy greens in between his teeth?” Doyoung treads lightly, because you’re both well aware he’s made harsher insults than that. He retrieves his hand and picks up his pen as if he’s never touched you.

He sees your head shake out of the corner of his eye, you’re rolling your lips together sheepishly. There’s something odd about your stance and he’s growing a bit more curious…. A bit more spiteful at how closed off you are being. There’s something you’re hiding from him. “Then, who?”

“Is there something you’d like to discuss with the class, Mr. Kim? If not, I’d like for everyone to head over to the greenhouse.” As the class slightly snickers and the classroom empties, you and Doyoung are stopped by your professor.

Professor Sprout, wearing her worn out Dragon hide gloves and a thin lined smile, shoves a potted plant into Doyoung’s hands, “behave, you two. Your conversations are never very secret when spoken aloud.” She gives both of you a warning before proceeding out along with the rest of the class.

Doyoung scoffs at the absurd encounter and rolls his eyes. “Ah, you’re getting me in trouble with you now.”

“I’m sorry, Doyoung. It’s better that you don’t know.” You say this every time, when will you realize that keeping your hookups a secret only causes him more agony? He catches your wrist as you both exit the corridors, he barely ever has you alone now. And to say the least, he fucking misses you.

“Spare me some of your time after class.” He’s disgusted by himself, knowing that his eyes are begging for you to say yes. Him, a highly admired Slytherin, has settled for scraps and if anyone knew, they’d never let him live.

Your hand gently clasps over his and when you look up with your starry eyes, something inside him feels at peace. “Did you miss me?” He gulps at your question and blinks at you like a deer in headlights. If said by anyone else, he would not hesitate to snap his fingers into a malicious spell. But you ask the million dollar question so sweetly, there’s no taunt… there’s no mockery in your tone. It’s full of genuine curiosity.

So, he answers you with part of his heart that you know too well. “Unfortunately.” His body falls slightly in defeat, and suddenly the potted plant is alive in his hands. It’s wailing a dangerous and annoying loud cry, completely ruining the moment.

Doyoung quizzically ponders the monstrous green plant and its magical capabilities puzzle him, possibly reminding him to pay more attention to the actual curriculum than on your unbuttoned shirt.

Moreover, your giggle surprisingly calms him in this stressful situation and you lightly pat his hand that’s still gripping your wrist. “I’m all yours after class.”

Taking the wretched plant, you hurry off toward the greenhouse to find someone to diffuse the crying creature. Doyoung laughs in disbelief at your comical animated figure running around with a pot over your head and shouting for any student to help you. So you’re not paying attention in class either?

Doyoung takes you to your favorite place, despite the rule that you’re not allowed access to it. The Prefect Bathroom remains spotlessly clean and fresh paired with an immediate scent of rosewater and wild honeysuckle. The white polished marble gleams prettily under the twinkling diamond chandeliers and you’re twirling enthusiastically in the center of the large undressing area.

He observes and smiles widely to himself at the sight of your happiness and cute giggles. It’s always a risk to have you use their bathroom, but he is always abusing his privilege to seek your enjoyment that he truly doesn’t care about anything else. Your morality has beaten him enough and he’s heard plenty about his wrongdoings, yet here you are… sweetly dancing in the one place that’s absolutely wrong. Perhaps, you two have rubbed off a little too much on one another.

“I can never get sick of this place.” As you plead to Doyoung to cast a bubble bath, you’re already stripping out of your skirt. He shields his eyes to give you some privacy and recites the charm to run hot dazzling water in the ginormous pool. A nice soothing bath is exactly what you two need after a stressful day playing in the dirt.

“This is your favorite place.” says Doyoung with a matter of fact edge to this tone.

“It’s my favorite place because I only get to come here with you.” You jump on his back and he hoists you up by your thighs. His heart skips a happy tune. “I refuse for you to tell me the password, even if you do wish for me to enjoy the simple pleasures of a bubble bath.”

“You and your right and wrongs.” With eager hands, you’re loosening his tie from around his neck. “You stripped so fast that you’re going to get a cold.”

“It’s going to get steamy really soon. Plus, I know you like me best without any clothes on.” Your hot breath tickles the shell of his ear and a blush scatters across Doyoung’s cheek. Button after button, his open shirt exposes his toned build. He sets you on the edge of the elevated step before the bath.

Doyoung smirks at your nakedness and your hot lustful expression. Leaning in until he’s practically breathing against your lips, he stares straight into your eyes. “My Puff knows me best.” And dives into you with all his soul. Fruitful drags of his lips along yours, his long tongue enters your mouth. His large hand carefully caresses your cheek to pull you further into the kiss, noses pressing into skin and with a desire to never part.

His heart swells lovingly, kissing you feels like the best thing in the world. There are no tricks, no spells, no recited charms, but you are more than magical. The same surge of energy runs through his veins, but unlike his impressive ability as a notable wizard, he can’t control it. You make him lose control. As meticulous and cautious as he is, you’re the first thing he doesn’t think through.

Your needy hands push off his dress shirt and he hurriedly unbuckles his belt. When you break the kiss, he automatically pouts and pulls you back in for one more lingering peck. “Are you going to scrub my back for me?” You smile, dragging him closer to the overflowing bathtub.

Large puffs of white bubbles spill from the rims and disappear with your every step. It reminds you of sea foam that washes upon the shore, with a floral fragrant that fills your lungs. “That’s quite an intimate gesture, but yes.”

After removing all his garments, he joins you in the large pool of glossy bubbles and the clouds of steam that rises from the water suffocates him warmly. He sits with his back against the wall and eyes unwavering on your alluring expression.

The bubbles do a great job at covering your breasts, but his sneaky hands snake under the water to grip them. Doyoung grabs a full tit and thumbs over your erect nipple, all while he holds the most sensual gaze with you. Slowly, you naturally end up in his hold and your wet back relaxes against his chest.

The beating of his heart is too loud and surely, you can feel the way it jumps out of his chest. Doyoung attaches his lips on your skin and as you’re melting at his harsh suckling. However, you perk up and snap out of your dazed arousal at the realization of his purposeful licks. “You’re trying to mark me?”

His hand continues to rub and twist your aching nipples. The sensation stimulating the growth of pleasure to sprout below and your mind to wander.

“Possibly.”

A lovers’ mark is the ultimate testament of mutual love. Engraving the skin with your beloved’s Patronus, wherever the giver chooses to mark. Love emblems are meant to be something sacred to the couple, a way to make someone completely untouchable to everyone else. Not only does the symbol glow with an iridescent shine whenever love is felt, it also numbs any romantic feelings for all others besides the partner.

Besides the use of possessiveness, it’s a beautiful way to discover one true love since the engraving of their Patronus shows up on the skin under the conditions that both individuals must be madly in love with one another. And if it doesn’t end up forming, the receiver is left with a bright, sparkling star hue in its place before fading away completely. If it does appear, it fades when both fall out of love.

“Doyoung--” His name falls from your lips as a moan and he’s running down to explore the beauty between your legs. “--can’t do that unless you actually want to commit to me.”

“I am committed to you.” The more your neck cranes off to the side and exposed to him, the more he wishes to etch the symbol of his love for everyone to see. A hand is hooked under your thigh to keep your legs spread open and you’re gasping at the slight pressure from the water.

“Romantically committed to me.” You remind him, but your train of thought is cut fairly short as Doyoung begins rubbing circles on your needy clit.

“You’re afraid of it showing up?” He’s lathering your breasts with bubbles and dragging his long finger along your slit. His greediness overtakes him and with wandering hands, he’s gripping every part of you that they can reach. Doyoung’s guilty pleasure is always going to any form of physical affection from you specifically. When he finally gets ahold of you, it’s hard for him to let go.

Your warm skin is delicate and smooth beneath the very tips of his fingers and every exploration of your terrain makes him feel inexplicable explosions of fondness. Perhaps, you’ve captivated him and although he believed it would take something as extreme as the Amortentia to have him falling for someone, you did it as easily as being yourself. His better half.

So, he’s impressed by your genuineness and how he’s willing to give up parts of his reputation to unapologetically be himself around you. No one else matters, nothing else matters, but why must it be so difficult to tell you that?

“I’m afraid of it not showing up.” You’re more than convinced that Doyoung has confused his strong sense of lust with love and there would be no possible way his Patronus would appear. It’s better to save the embarrassment for the both of you.

Spinning in his arms, the water twirls to the curves of your body and he’s admiring parts that expose above the surface. He’s matched with your beauty before him, resemblance to the stained glass window that situates above the large bathroom.

However, the doubt in your statement finally reaches his ears and he’s grabbing your ass as you settle over his thighs again. His furrowed eyebrows bring together a rather upset expression --- lip pout and all.

“Why wouldn’t it show up?” Doyoung puzzles, bringing your arms to wrap around his neck. Leaning into him, your pruney fingers trace his smooth chin and he notices your quick flicker between his eyes and his lips.

While your gentle kiss reassures him of your subtle endearment, your next words do the opposite. “You tell me.” All you do is push him away with your vague doubtfulness, like you’re constantly testing him and using his poor guessing skills to your own advantage. He can pull you close after any altercation he wants, but you push him away in any emotionally romantic sense.

“You’re rather mischievous and mysterious today,” Doyoung squeezes your ass and smacks it lightly, causing ripples in the water. “I liked it better when you told me everything you felt.”

Suddenly, his fingers poke at your entrance and his other hand drops in between your legs again. Your mouth opens in shock when his long fingers enter slowly and he enjoys the pleasurable contour of your reactions. “Like this, for example.” The pad of his fingers working rapid flicks against your sensitive bud. “How does this feel?” His whisper dances across your shoulder, landing a kiss at the end of his question.

Your moans echo in the lavish bathroom, bouncing off the marble walls and encouraging Doyoung to keep a steady pace. There’s no worry about how loud you may be, Doyoung charms every room before every lustful encounter. This allows you to let go, let free, let him know how he makes you feel.

He curves his fingers into you, pumping and dragging into your tightness until you’re practically screaming. He only has one thought, as his eyes trail down your intoxicated needy figure, how beautiful you are as a moaning mess under his control. Your head is thrown back, eyes are squeezed shut and opening them to see nothing but tiny yellow starlight.

Dainty kisses line your exposed neck line and his ego swells with so much pride. Doyoung has mastered every flick of his wrist to have you under his trance, spewing nonsensical words and forgetting anyone else that exists. He gives your erect nipples harsh licks and with a faint drag of teeth, the sensation pushes you to your end.

Sporadic pleasurable convulsions cause your legs to close around Doyoung’s hands, but the strength of his knee keeps them apart. “Doyoung… I’m going to free fall.”

Leave it up to you to beautifully announce your climax. He snickers, applying more pressure on your clit and a rubbing motion against your walls. “I’ll catch you.”

Moon crescents embed into his skin as you’re holding onto him with your whole life. As your scream hits every octave, the massive collection of bubbles that cover the surface of the bath fly and splatter every corner of the pristine room.

White and wet bubbles drip down from the walls, falling from the diamond chandeliers, and coating every steamy mirror. Doyoung’s eyes light up from the chaos, making sure you’re riding out your high for as long as he can provide.

Your body trembles with euphoria, falling forward into Doyoung’s chest and squeezing around his lazily pumping fingers. For a brief second, your mind is wiped and nothing in the world feels better than being in this perfect moment with the one person who’s Patronus you hoped would etch your skin.

If one possesses feelings that are practically unbearable to contain, one should confess… right? For all your life, you’ve lived by this statement. Friends do not hear the end of it and most surely, one should follow their own advice… right?

So why do you yearn for Doyoung in your gaze as he stands across the Great Hall as if he doesn’t know of your existence? As if he wasn’t kissing you in the Prefect bathroom a few days prior?

It’s not an understatement to say that you catch the attention of almost every person in the room, but the one head that refuses to turn your way… the one who’s looks you wish to steal… is the one person who looks right through you.

Feelings have become a nuisance ever since the first time you confessed to him and it was worse than landing on cobblestone after falling off your broom. The reason why you’ve buried them deeper than any chamber is that you’re positive that the prized Slytherin would rather be with another, preferably one from his own house.

While you try to remain optimistic and playful for the time being, you’re simply replaceable to him. He can barely care to acknowledge you in public when Gryffindors boast about you in their arms like winning a trophy. You’ve kept good relations with every Ravenclaw you’ve slept with. You’ve kindly rejected every romantic gesture another Hufflepuff has offered.

But if there is one thing you’ve learned about him is that he’s lived in his Slytherin circle for as long as he lives. And it will stay that way. You’re his sweet Hufflepuff that he’ll push away at no cost, then pull you back in secrecy.

Now if one feels as if they’re wasting their time, one should leave… right? Wrong. Kim Doyoung has skewed with your morality… and your feelings remain loyal to him since the day he confessed to see you again.

“Lemon-drop, I’ve been looking all over for you.” An arm slings around your shoulders and the notable red and gold tie is the first thing you see. Jung Jaehyun, Captain of the Gryffindor Quidditch team, flashes his deep dimples at you. “Walk with me.”

He extends his palm out for you to take and your friends painfully elbow your sides to wake you from your hesitation. Taking his hand, you get up from the dining table and follow him out the Great Hall.

Doyoung sees the scene unfold before him and rolls his eyes at how Jaehyun’s dimples are all it takes to have you wandering off with him. Despite every wicked intent to follow you two, he heads out in the direction of the dormitories to fume in his room.

“It’s such a nice and sunny day today.” Jaehyun runs a hand through his luscious brown locks. You both exit into the front courtyard as other students are scattered on the lawns mingling with one another. When you peer up at the sky, the sun is barely seen past the layers of clouds.

“Jaehyun, is there something you needed to speak with me about?” His laughter roars, full of hefty song and amusement.

“Listen, lemon-drop. I like you and I have a feeling you feel the same way. I want to mark you if you’d let me.” Jaehyun smirks and just as he brings your hand up for a kiss, you gently let go. “Am I coming off too strong? We don’t have to do it today, I just wanted to see if it would show.”

“Jaehyun, you’re going to find an extravagant person one day. A person who is going to know all your favorite castle balconies to swing from and how you like to be kissed on the nose.” His ears grow a bright red and for once, his gaze drops to the ground. “I am, unfortunately, not that person for you so I must kindly reject your confession.”

As you turn on your toes, Jaehyun lightly holds your wrist to stop you. “But, you know all those things about me. Is there anything I can do to prove that we belong together?”

“I know them because I care enough to remember things you tell me, not because I loved you enough to observe these things about you. I give you my word that there is nothing you can do to prove me otherwise.” The corners of his lips dip downward and you’re running to the one person that will erase this sad rejection from your memory.

When you’re scanning the Great Hall for any sign of him, he’s not there and it leads you to his only hiding place. Doyoung loves to shut himself out from the rest of the school whenever he gets the chance. However, a lost Hufflepuff wandering outside the entrance of the Slytherin dormitories is rather an odd sight to see and you haven’t had the chance to form many connections from this house.

The sparse amount of Slytherins you know aren’t going to be passing by, unless with some stroke of luck, someone will be kind enough to open the door for you. Every person passes by you with questionable stares until a silver haired boy blinks at you with wide eyes.

“Who is it that you’re trying to see?” He asks abrasively, but softens his tone when he realizes that you mean no harm.

You bid him a small grin, “your Prefect.”

“And what for?”

“There is an urgent matter that involves him and he’s practically unreachable when he’s hiding away in his private room.” The boy narrows his eyes at you, but beckons you to follow him down to the Slytherin dungeon.

Excitedly, you hurry behind him and whisper over his shoulder, “what’s your name?”

“Nakamoto Yuta. No need to tell me yours, I’ll doubt he’d want me to know.” He spits and then, mutters the enchanted password to reveal the large green common room. “Come this way.” He leads up the boys’ dorms and walks briskly. Although you never mentioned a name, Yuta seems to already know who you’re here to see and it makes you wonder how he must know.

“Open up.” Yuta stops and knocks at the wooden door, Kim Doyoung written in a fancy penmanship on the center. “You have a guest.” He looks your way before rolling his eyes at Doyoung’s irritated tone through the other side.

“Tell them to leave.”

“He wants you to leave.” Yuta repeats, mostly to satisfy Doyoung’s nag.

“That’s fine. Thank you for bring---” The door swings open abruptly and Yuta almost loses his balance. Doyoung frantically turns his head side to side to comprehend what he is seeing. His ears felt deceived, hearing your voice through the door, he had to make sure it wasn’t you.

But you stand before him and Yuta. Here you are approaching him whenever he least expects it. “What are you doing here?”

“I came by to see you. I’ve been here plenty of times.”

“What are you doing bringing her in?” scolds Doyoung and the other boy shrugs carelessly.

“What was I supposed to do? Let her bat puppy eyes at several other Slytherins and have her telling everyone who passes her that she came here to see our Prefect? It was also getting cold out.” Yuta mumbles, but finds great entertainment at seeing how frazzled Doyoung has gotten by your presence.

“It was a bit chilly.” You admit and Doyoung groans, pulling you into his room and shutting the door on Yuta. “Thank you, Yuta.” You whisper through the crack between the door frame.

“It’s too risky for you to be searching for me around other Slytherins.” Doyoung paces the room and you notice his tie is loose and shirt is unbuttoned around his neck. “Why are you here?”

“A Gryffindor blew me off. I thought I’d come and see you with all the free time I can get.” Taking a seat at the end of his neatly made bed, your legs swing adorably and Doyoung almost doesn’t hear you.

“Jaehyun? Does he think he’s too good for you or something? That cocky dimple Gryffindor, with the draw of my wand---” Doyoung whips out his intricately customized Dragon Heartstring, and you’re on your feet to calm his temper down.

“Will you put that thing away? I’m here for you.” Your giggle warms his tight chest and puts out the fueling flame for anyone who dares to hurt you in any way. “It’s not a big deal and it’s not the first time it has happened.”

Doyoung uncomfortably clears his throat and withdraws his wand. Buttoning up his shirt, he fixes his tie back in place. To say the least, your words erupted his festering jealousy and this may have been a small tipping point.

Before you had entered, he was so frustrated with himself and you. You can just walk away with another man without a second thought, in front of him too. He remembered the soft feeling of your body and how he’s not the only one who’s needy hands ran their course over you. That may be the one pain he can never get rid of.

“I never understood why you give other men the time of your day when they just brush you off undeservingly.” He stings and you’re slightly surprised at his sudden attack. When you respond in silence, he continues.“I thought Hufflepuffs are to be loyal, so why do you sleep with other men?”

Crossing your arms, your weight is barred on your left leg and there is a shift in your overall mood. With an eyebrow raised, you sass him back, “People say Slytherins are ambitious, so why didn’t you chase after me?”

Doyoung swallows hard and blinks at you speechless. A clammy hand runs through his black strands as he tries to find any possible explanation without confessing his feelings. If he had a plan to confess, it would never be in the middle of an inquisition with you.

“I guess you didn’t think before acting on your desires.” And how he hated how correct that statement is. He doesn’t ever think whenever he’s around you. All his actions are conducted with his emotions and the feelings that overtake him.

Doyoung scoffs, rolling his eyes at your rash comment. “Aren’t you supposed to have the strongest morality among all the houses?”

“Sleeping with multiple men isn’t morally wrong. There’s nothing wrong with it…” The slight hurt from his question is difficult to ignore, but you must remember one thing if you want to protect your heart on your sleeve. This is nothing serious to be bickering over. You two aren’t anything serious, so why feel the need to squabble over nonsense? “... it would only be wrong if someone liked me and wished to commit to me.”

Your eyes meet and Doyoung blinks at you with wide eyes. His Adam’s Apple bobs as he gulps again, completely whiplashed at how the conversation has turned. “And if that’s the case and you like me, would that make you jealous, Doyoung? That’s why you’re trying to poorly attack my character?” He’s never heard such a strong taunt in your tone and he’s baffled by it, slightly aroused, but shocked.

“I don’t like you.” His voice is small and he pouts his lips at you. Doyoung crosses his arms and perhaps, his sad expression reveals a little more than it should have. Your heart softens at his ridiculously cute response, had you expected something much more angry and vindictive.

“Then this conversation is over, right? I’ll be on my way now. I have herbology.”

“We have the same class.” He grumbles, grabbing his robe from his desk chair.

You open the door to make your exit, “but since you don’t want to be seen with a Hufflepuff, I’ll go ahead first.” When you stumble out into the hallway, a recognizable face brightens at your appearance.

“Haechan! Hello, I haven’t seen you in a while.” You’re cheering and Doyoung chews the inside of his cheek. His pride is left at the door and along with all the things that hold him back from you, he doesn’t want to push you away anymore.

“My favorite Hufflepuff, are you just leaving?” Haechan walks up to open his arms, wishing to embrace you in the longest hug. However, Doyoung quickly takes you by your hand and rushes past him.

“She came to walk with me to class. Bye Haechan.” And Haechan is left standing in the middle of the hallway, confused and watching your backs as you’re both briskly walking out the common room.

Doyoung looks back at you, “you think I’m going to let you walk out of my room and have another Slytherin walk you to class? Don’t be so foolish.”

But you are foolish. Your heart beats foolishly and loudly for Kim Doyoung. And may you be foolish enough to wonder if his heart does the same for you.

And it does. Foolishly. Loudly. Lovingly.

You both wonder if this vicious cycle will ever meet its end. Doyoung pushes you away by ignoring your existing relationship, but pulls you back into his embrace as if it never happened. You push him away by running off with other men, but come back to him as if he’s the one person you’re loyal to.

But on this particular night, after mass circulation of rumors reaches the ears of the lovesick Slytherin, Doyoung is pulling you away from your huddled group of friends in the middle of the long corridor hallways. Without any greeting, any spoken words, he’s dragging you to his room right in front of everyone to see. His hand around yours like it was two days prior, but with an expression so grave on his sullen face.

The silence between you two brings no comfort, but you don’t dare say the first words. Doyoung, finally, approached you first in public and it is possibly for a greater reason. Perhaps you’ve done something horribly wrong, and the moment you two step into his room that you’ll hear a mouthful.

However when he closes the door to his room, your hand immediately drops from his embrace and he turns to face you. There is a darkness in his eyes, one that light cannot touch, and his lips are tight in a line.

There is an eerie silence that fills the dark room and the murky windows paint the area an ominous green. Doyoung focuses on your confused, yet adorable expression. “Why did you lie to me?”

The door catches your slight stumble and you’re blinking cluelessly at him. “About what?”

“Jaehyun.” He breathes the name in spite and aggressively loosens his tie. “He didn’t blow you off. You rejected him and he’s telling everyone it's because you’re in love with someone else.”

You scorn at such a ridiculous rumor and for the fact that it’s even made its way around to Doyoung. Another realization hits you. All it took for him to approach you in public is a meaningless rumor.

So in response, you laugh and it mocks him further. “This is not a laughing matter, y/n.”

“I’m sorry, but why are you so upset at that? Fine. I did lie to you, but I never told Jaehyun I was in love with anyone else.”

“Are you in love with someone else?” Doyoung says with balled fists at his side. There is a mixture of anger and sadness running through his veins and he’s so sick of feeling this way.

Your hesitation speaks for you, “It’s better that you don’t know.”

“You say this every time and it does nothing to ease my conscience.” Doyoung throws his hands in the air and stares at you with sharp eyes. “Is that why you were afraid that my emblem wouldn’t show up? Because your heart belongs to another. Yeah, I heard Jaehyun wanted to mark you too.”

Men and their constant want to prove something to themselves with their marks. Everyone has a twisted reality of markings now. There have been many others who have tried to mark you, feeling as if lust would be enough to suffice its appearance. As one's Patronus is special to their own protection, a beloved’s Patronus mark holds the same value.

You’re quite at a loss for words, “I was afraid that it wouldn’t show up, not because of myself, but because of you.”

Doyoung points at himself in disbelief. Him? He loves you more than anyone he’s ever encountered, even if you didn’t know it. “I wouldn’t have almost tried it if I wasn’t sure of myself.”

“You don’t love me, Doyoung. I don’t even know if I can even say you romantically like me.” Those words hurt the both of you and it lingers in the room for longer than you’d like.

“Do you think I fuck you meaninglessly like all those other losers you sleep with?” Doyoung steps forward, pulling you into his chest and admiring everything he’s fallen in love with. A pain spreads across his heart as he thinks of you with another person, of someone else kissing you, of someone else making you happy.

“You really don’t feel it in the way I kiss you?” He asks once more and your own stare drops to his shoulder, a bit ashamed to maintain eye contact with such pained eyes.

“And if I did? How would you explain that? That you are actually in love with me?” Your questions pelt him like rocks. As he pushes you on his bed, you pull him down with his tie.

Doyoung drinks you up like fresh water, a crisp and refreshing love that encourages him to reach heights. His hand cups your face and his feather touches reminds you of his gentleness. Your lips taste like sweet honey, dripping and coating him with a sticky sugar.

He’s happier with you and he’s the happiest kissing you. Perhaps, it’s hard for him to express with words, but he’d always hope his actions speak louder. So, his lips press against yours with a whirl of passion and every good feeling that grows in his chest.

The collar of his shirt is wrinkled in your fist and you’re holding him as if you’re afraid of him letting go. Doyoung runs a hand down your torso and lifts the end of your skirt up. A warm hand pushes your legs apart and a finger presses your clit through your cotton panties.

Your mouth opens into a moan and he takes this opportunity to shove his long tongue inside, lapping with your own. As a wet spot forms on your panties, he pulls them to the side and gathers the slick to gently rub your erect clit. His name is lost and muffled in the kiss, but you tap at his chest.

When he breaks away and halts all movement, he looks down over you with a fire burning in his dark orbs. And a confession falls from his swollen lips, “may I mark you?”

“And if it doesn’t show up?” Though, you’re wishing to the most powerful wizards that it does or else your heart would shatter into a million pieces beyond repair.

He bites his lip and every possible outcome scatters his thoughts. It’s too hard to concentrate, so he doesn’t at all. He focuses on your pretty lips and the way you look at him like he’s the only person that matters. “Then, we’ll deal with the consequences later.”

With your quick nod, Doyoung attaches his lips to your neck and harshly sucks at your skin. For the most part, it’s a pleasurable feeling and sends a shiver down your spine. So, he licks and nibbles until he can barely breathe. Your faint scent of patchouli and ginger intoxicates him, wraps him up in a fuzzy coziness that is unmatched.

Your hands unbutton his shirt and a final gentle bite seals his mark. If the love is reciprocated, the emblem would take a moment to form. Doyoung is rather hopeful and excited, as he’s never seen his Patronus before. “You look beautiful.”

“And you look dazed as if someone charmed you.” You giggle and kiss his red lips.

“You’re quite the powerful one, my Puff.” He smiles against your jaw before proceeding to your mess down below. He gives your aching clit a few licks, which cause your body to twist and turn at the sensitive sensation.

“Please, I haven’t felt you in so long.” Whining and tugging at his hair, Doyoung leaves a lasting kiss and gets up to remove his pants.

“Did you miss me?” Doyoung raises a suggestive eyebrow and cocks his head to the side in mockery, a smirk growing on his face.

You reply with a silly response that only he knows and causes him to chuckle, “unfortunately.” And he’s finding every way not to confess his endearments for you.

His dick stands tall and proud against his abdomen, giving it a few jerks as he watches you strip out of your own clothes. You turn around and sit on your knees, with a slight tilt forward and the arch in your back to accentuate your ass.

Doyoung rolls on the protection as quickly as he can. His hands lightly smack your cheeks and slowly enters your dripping hole. His hands grip your hips as he slides deeper into you, both being moaning messes at the delicious feeling.

“Have you always been this big?” You look back at him and to which he devilishly smiles at you.

“You know just the way to fuel my ego,” when his length is fully buried inside of your tight walls, he wraps an arm around your waist and a hand on your tit. “After all the times you’ve been fucked, your pussy is still as tight as ever.”

Doyoung slams hard into you, showing no mercy and causing you to jolt up. He takes every frustration, every feeling of anger, every ounce of jealousy into his thrusts. “But you take me so well, darling. I’ve never seen someone as pretty as you.”

His compliments cause your heart to soar, despite the soreness you’re beginning to feel in your pussy. He’s relentless, bottoming out until his tip is practically in your guts. “Just like that, baby. You’re the only one who fucks me this good.”

He blushes under the low light and leans forward to kiss the top of your head. “My Puff, you’re so sweet to me.” The loud squelch of your tight pussy gripping his dick fills the hot room, “and so wet.”

You’re shamelessly dripping on his green velvet blanket and Doyoung picks up his speed. Your knees give out as you fall face forward into the mattress, hands in fists from the incredible pleasure of every hit. Your ass now in his full view and every tingle of magic lights up in his veins.

Your throat is raw from screaming and moaning, Doyoung holds your hips steady to thrust into a new angle. Automatically, your body twitches as his tip hits your special spot and he’s well aware that you’re close to releasing.

And with his fast thrusts, he asks you an intimate question that is fueled by envy and rage. “If I fuck you the best, then why do you sleep with other men?”

There are no thoughts in your mind to even give him a white lie, to mask the truth of your actions. He’s fucking you into an oblivion that it’s hard to even focus on anything besides pleasure. The books on his shelf begin to tremble as you’re crying out, “I- I don’t know! Fuck, please… ! I’m tipping over.”

“Answer the question or I will stop.” He’s absolutely cynical and you have every reason to believe his threat. Doyoung lifts your limp body upright, against his torso and an arm secured around your middle as before. His hand snakes to your clit, rubbing feathering circles over the neglected bud.

Nonetheless, his single action paired with his tip grazing harshly against the particular spot causes your legs to tremble. “Do you want me to stop?” His threat rings in your ears when you still left him without an answer.

You’re so close, you’re starting to see white. So, you say what your heart tells you and the truth falls from your lips in a loud confession. “Because I wanted you to love me instead! I fucked them to forget about my love for you… fuck, I’m--”

“I’ve got you. Let go of yourself, baby.” Doyoung slows his hips when your walls squeeze around him sporadically. Every book flies out and hits the opposite wall, clattering the floor with heavy academia. However, he repeats your proclamation endlessly in his mind and his heart surges with the most intense romantic desires.

“I do love you, y/n.” He whispers, cumming into his rubber and simply holding you tightly. He lets go of every prideful arrogance in his body, tossing the lame reputation he always tried to hold onto. He didn’t need that if it meant losing you. Doyoung chuckles to himself for being an obvious cliché, announcing one’s love in the midst of a lustful act. He pulls out and gently tucks you into the covers.

Breathless, you’re finally realizing his confession. “You do? Are you sure?” Any subtle movements has your aching lower half in pain, so you settle with resting on his plush pillows and await for him to join you in bed.

All this time, from beginning to now, you’ve been oblivious to his yearning looks across the Great Hall. The intensity of his kisses had been lost upon you completely as you had convinced yourself that he was incompatibly of loving you back. Even now, as you lay in slight doubt, you’re wondering how you managed to have everything fly over your head.

When he discards his used protection and with a quick flick of his wrist, every book finds its original place on the shelf again, he enters the warm covers. Your arms wrap around his neck and you’re admiring each other’s expressions in the low light. He spots the notable twinkle in your eyes and his thumb lightly rubs your cheek.

“If the symbol of my Patronus doesn’t show, I promise to love you harder until it does.” Doyoung leaves the softest, most loving kiss on your lips. He’s more than thankful for the lack of light as he’s bashfully red all over his cheeks.

“Usually, people just give up.” Your voice is harsh, possibly from the deafening screaming of pleasure prior.

Doyoung shakes his head. He’s made too many mistakes in this relationship with you. Sleeping with another. Ignoring your existence. Being too prideful to be seen with another house. All these incidents have made him feel nothing but ugliness and distraught, and pushed you away further than how much he is able to pull you back.

He loves you. He’s in love with you. He’s fallen for you recklessly as you did off your broom the first encounter. You’re everything he’s never been and never will be, yet you don’t care. You’re by his side, despite his spitefulness and you never miss a beat. That innocent youth approach to love, oh how he wishes it never faded, and though he thought it did, it didn’t. You remain true to your character when he fights with himself internally.

“That would be a mistake and I can’t afford to keep making them.” A glossy sheen over Doyoung’s regretful eyes, but you pull him closer and you refuse to let his eyes wander.

A tired harmless sigh escapes your lips and a dreamy haze overcomes you. Besides the reminder of needing to use the bathroom flashing in your mind, there is nothing else you want to dissect. Feelings are too complex to discuss at the moment and the resolve has already passed.

Regardless of the marks appearing, you’re content with the night and for the rest of your days. Kim Doyoung, the Slytherin boy of your dreams, loves you back and the power of that alone beats any spell in those dusty old textbooks.

“Why can’t we lay here forever?” Your heavy eyelids fall slowly and your voice grows small.

Doyoung kisses your shoulder, then your neck. “That’s impossible. I can’t give you forever.” He mumbles against your skin, sending vibrations across your throat.

“You are my forever.” Doyoung halts and is left speechless as a white glowing entity catches his eye. And the absolute perfect outline of his Patronus sits underneath your jaw, brightly shining with iridescent brilliance --- he makes out the outline: a White Swan, representing his love for you. Doyoung smiles to himself and hopes for it to never fade. Perhaps, he can give you forever.

some fun critical questions to think about hehe -

why do you think y/n lied to doyoung about jaehyun confessing? why do you think yuta helped y/n enter the Slytherin dormitories? what is the meaning behind the White Swan Patronus? Why do you think y/n continued to like doyoung after all this time?

there are no right or wrong answers, just something fun to have you thinking a little more about the fic haha if you want, you can send me an ask about it :) but overall, no pressure and thank you for reading! please leave me some feedback if you can! happy new year!

4K notes · View notes

extravaguk · 3 years

Text

sex education 2.0

pairing: college!au, jungkook x reader

summary: "Are you calling me boring?" Jungkook gasps dramatically, looking at you dumbfounded and visibly offended. You roll your eyes, taking a napkin and leaning forward to wipe the crumbs of garlic bread on his lips.

"First of all, don't talk with your mouth full, you pig. Second of all," you stop to take a sip of your coke, aware of Jungkook's expectant eyes on you. "A little, yeah."

wordcount: 9k

genre: smut - angst(? not rlly - fluff, like tons bc im a slut for fluff

rated: m (duh!2.0)

warnings: alcohol and weed consumption, just jk and tae being bros having bro convos, switch!reader, switch!jk, but mostly dom!jk, dirty talk, glimpses of poorly written bdsm, reader being a jealous and ‘insecure little bitch’ (her words, not mine),slapping (dont worry i tried to make it funny), how i met your mother spoilers (sorry im a gemini i spoil shit), spanking, degradation kink, back at it again with the spit kink, slight anal play, beware!of jungkook being a sweetheart, a lil mean at the end but a sweetheart nontheless.

read sex education here!

Three months of being in an actual commitment with Jeon Jungkook, your brother's partner in crime since the young age of five and, therefore, a common denominator throughout your childhood and teenage years, has proven to you a few things you never knew you would discover about the boy himself: Jeon Jungkook is definitely not what you thought him to be.

You thought growing up with him would've been enough telltale about everything that made Jungkook be, well, Jungkook. He wasn't as immature as you had believed prior to the beginning of your relationship, he was funnier than you remembered -although maybe you found him funnier now that Taehyung wasn't in the picture to interfere with infantile inside jokes that you never were able to grasp-, and smarter than he had ever let you known before. Although you're sure the main reason his grades had started to improve was solely you and the way you rewarded him by opening your legs everytime he passed an exam.

But above all, if there was something that had truly surprised you about Jeon Jungkook was the fact that he was truly an absolutely and undeniably softie.

You loved it. Loved the random scribbled love notes he sometimes left in your backpack before kissing you goodbye to leave for his own class, loved the Spotify playlists he made exclusively just for you -with genres that varied between sappy and romantic and wanting to tear your 'wet ass pussy' in two-, loved the late night texts filled with emojis telling you how much he missed you when both of you were too busy doing assignments and studying to see each other -even if it hadn't even been 48 hours since you last saw each other-. You loved how careful and sweet and thoughtful he was. You really did.

But.

"Are you calling me boring?" Jungkook gasps dramatically, looking at you dumbfounded and visibly offended. You roll your eyes, taking a napkin and leaning forward to wipe the crumbs of garlic bread on his lips.

"First of all, don't talk with your mouth full, you pig. Second of all," you stop to take a sip of your coke, aware of Jungkook's expectant eyes on you. "A little, yeah." His mouth falls open and you supress a laugh. You really shouldn't be enjoying this so much, but there's something about Jungkook's reaction to his ego being bruised and that terribly adorable pout on his face that just makes your insides tingle with joy.

"What do you mean? I've had plenty of girls in bed before you, like a whole lot, and none of them have ever called me boring! They loved this adventurous and fun dick, alright? Why do you think-" you raise a brow, scrutinizingly. It still amazes you how with just a simple expression and no words needed, you can make all color from Jungkook's face banish and how quick he is to reach for your hand across his bed. "But I only love youuuu, and you're the best thing that has ever happened to me and my dick like, baby, have I mentioned how head over heels I'm for you?"

"Only like five times today." rolling your eyes again, you pull your hand from his to toy with the peperoni piece on your slice of pizza. Jungkook swallows the lump in his throat, he was starting to get truly concerned now. You couldn't possibly...?

"Are you not satisfied? I mean, do I not make you feel good or...?" there's clear worry in his voice and that makes you meet his eyes, shaking your head hurriedly. Now it's you who take his hand in yours.

"No! No, babe. I love sex with you! I love everything you do to me, I love how you treat me, I love how you make me feel. I'm a hundred percent satisfied, I swear, It's just..." you sigh, dropping your gaze to rub slow and reassuring circles to the ink adorning his skin. "All I'm saying is... I may also want to experience what all those girls have experienced with you, y'know... the not so vanilla stuff. But you always seem to be scared to try new things with me, and I don't know if it's because of m-"

"Baby," Jungkooks soft voice calls out to you, removing the pizza box in between the two of you to slide closer to you on the mattress. He craddles your face with his fingers, tilting your chin up to make eye contact with you. "_____, don't say that. I just don't ever want to cross any boundaries. I don't want to hurt you or do anything you might not like or regret later, you know that, right?" placing a small kiss on your lips, you hum in content nodding your head yes.

"I know that." you pull him for another brief kiss, oddly not caring about the faint taste of garlic and spice on them because that's what love will do to you. "But what if I do want you to hurt me? What if I want you to fuck my mouth with no mercy until I cry and slap my face after you've cum all over it while you call me a slut?" you pause, eyes meeting his through your eyelashes. "Or viceversa."

It's not that Jungkook is afraid. Because Jungkook is afraid of nothing in this world. He will murder any spider in his way, he will throw a punch to anyone who denies mint chocolate ice cream as the superior ice cream flavour -and he knows that means he will have to literally fight like the entire population on planet earth-, and he will Rey Mysterio you if you ever discredit or deny his incredible skills playing Overwatch.

Jeon Jungkook prides himself in being fearless in every aspect of his life. Except when it comes to you.

So yeah, maybe he was a little afraid. Because hearing you use the words 'choke', 'slap' and 'slut' in the same sentence did things to him that he didn't deem possible considering none of you were newbies anymore to intimicy. You have been together for three months, for God's sake, but you still made his cock twitch like the first day and he's sure in twenty years you'll have the exact same effect on him.

He didn't want his most primal instincts to overpower the respect and love he'd harboured for you since you were kids because at the end of the day, one, you were still his best friend's little sister, two, he appreciated you too much to ever cross any lines, and three, as cliché as it sounded, you were nothing compared to the girls he had been with previously. What he feels towards you cannot be compared to anything he had experienced before.

And fuck, was he in a predicament. Because you made him weak in his knees for you and you were not even aware of it. You were not aware of how badly he has wanted to explore and take things way further, way out of both his and your comfort zones. But he's terrified. He's terrified because all he wants is to to take care of you and what if he fails at the one thing he's swore to himself? What if he lets the darkest side of him consume him and at the same time consume you? What if he does actually hurt you, not just psichologically but also physically?

He would never be able to forgive himself. And neither could Taehyung.

And that, was also tormenting him.

Taehyung seemed fine with the two of you dating -or at least that blow to Jungkook's face seemed to ease things between them-, but Jungkook is not dumb and has felt his best friend slowly distancing himself.

Sure, they were still best friends and will ever will. Taehyung is loyal to Jungkook and Jungkook is loyal to Taehyung. Has been that way since they were five and that will not change just because Jungkook's caught feelings for his little sister.

But the phonecalls were not as often and not as long as they used to be; in rare occasions Jungkook could sense a certain type of awkwardness between them that really had never happened in their friendship, and sometimes Taehyung's jokes seemed to hold more truth than lightheartedness.

And to top it all off, Jungkook's dilemma regarding you was eating him alive and, usually he would turn to Taehyung for girl advice, only to later realize he was also frightened of doing that.

But a Friday night at 2 a.m, Jungkook decides he can't take it anymore.

"Sup, man." Taehyung's voice answers Jungkook's phone call on the second ring, like he always does.

"Hey, bro." Jungkook clears his voice, suddenly feeling self conscious. "Are you busy?"

"I don't know," his friend seems to be chewing on what Jungkook bets is red Skittles -yes, only the red ones- because he just knows him too well. "Are you busy still fucking my little sister?"

Taehyung chuckles at his own joke, but Jungkook doesn't. He knows there's no malice, but he can't help to think there might be. He settles for a sigh. "Yeah." he can hear some shuffling on the other side and the clicking of a computer mouse. Jungkook would also bet he was playing Among Us and he would lie if he said he wasn’t disappointed he hadn't called him to play with him. "Y'know what, it's not even important, I'll just call y-"

"Come on, man. You haven't even laughed at that and you usually laugh at everything I say even when no one else does." Taehyung swirls in his chair, his attention fully focused on his best friend. "Seriously, what's bothering you." Jungkook takes a deep breath, rubbing the side of his face.

"It's about _____."

"_____? As in, my little sister? Who you're fucking?"

"Tae, dude-"

"Okay, okay, I'm sorry. Go on." Taehyung stiffles a laugh and waits patiently for Jungkook to continue.

"She um... Fuck, I hope this isn't weird, dude. I really do. She wants to like... rough it up in the bedroom, I guess? And I just... I don’t know... I'm terrified dude." There's silence filling the gap between Taehyung and Jungkook and Jungkook almost feels like throwing up.

"You're coming to me for sex advice... about my little sister?"

"I know, dude but... Who else I'm supossed to talk to? Jimin? Hoseok?" Jungkook sits up on his bed, an ugly knot beginning to form in his stomach. "I mean, you're my best friend," Jungkook swallows again, voice cracking. "...right?"

It's Taehyung's turn to sigh after a few seconds before he replies. "Forever and always, bro." His tone settles Jungkook's uneasiness. There's nothing but honesty in it. "Listen, Guk. I really don't know what kind of advice to give you because, literally, ew. But I do know my sister, and if that's what she wants and she's communicated with you about it, it’s because she trusts you. And I trust you more than anyone in my life. So there you go, man."

Relief washes all over Jungkook's body and he lays back on the bed again, heart not beating as hard as it was a few seconds ago.

"Thanks, dude." Jungkook smiles. "Sorry for calling you so late."

"No problem, bro." Taehyung smiles as well, swirling his chair back to his computer screen. A weight of his own being lifted. "Among Us next time?"

"Yeah, I'll let you know. Good night, bro."

Taehyung calls Jungkook's name before he can hang up. "Hey, man?"

"Yeah, man?"

There's a pause between them and then Taehyung speaks. "I love you, man."

Jungkook supresses the threat of tears about to spill because he knows Taehyung would try to bruise his other other eyebrow if he ever found out. Or hug him to death. Or both.

"I love you too, bro."

"This reminds me of the first time you gave me a blowjob." Jungkook chuckles, watching you get down on your knees between his spread thighs, make up free and sporting a similar low messy bun as that time he's mentioning, except this time you're wearing one of his hoodies engulfing your smaller frame. Proof that this time around, you're exclusively his and no one else’s.

"You mean the blowjob of your life." you giggle as you reach out to pull down his sweatpants, deligthed to see he decided on not wearing any underwear. Your spit on the back of your hand and immediately wrap it around the base of his rock hard cock while his own darts out to push the strands falling down your face behind your ear, heart eyes emoji looking down at you looking up at him.

Your tongue swirls around the tip timidly, swallowing the drop of precum oozing as he sighs heavily and lovingly. "Every blowjob you give me is the blowjob of my life." he unties your hair from the band holding it together because he prefers his fingers to be the hair tie, prefers to be the one to guide the bobbing of your head up and down his dick.

You hum in appreciation against him, cherry balmed lips wrapping fully around the head of his cock and he hums back. "Love seeing you on your knees for me with your pretty mouth stuffed, fuck." You take him deeper, closing your eyes.

Your hand moving accordingly to your mouth and your panties already wet, clinging to your folds. It's really not your fault Jungkook is the most delicious eye candy on earth and how fast can the mere sight of him make your pussy lips quiver. You slurp around the head obscenely , a moan of yours mixing with a moan of his. "Hands on your back."

You obligue, removing your hands and growing excited at the dominating low tone his voice exerts. The grip he has on your hair tightens and controls your motions, pushing you further down his dripping shaft until your nose hits his pubic bone. He holds you there, his own eyes closing shut and his dick twitching insde your mouth. A thrust of his hips make you gag and has one of your hands flying to tap his leg two times, letting him know you were in need for air.

He releases you, pulling you back until his cock is pulsating in front of you. He looks down at you, both breathless but the difference is you look so messy. Eyes watery, chest moving heavily and saliva leaking from your lips.

Yeah, there was a reason Jungkook hasn't been like this with you before. The sight of you submitting completely and looking so nasty was too much for him to handle. He might never want to see you any other way than this.

"Isn't this what you wanted, huh?" the free hand that had been supporting his weight on the matress grasps your face harshly, making you lock eyes with him.

"I thought you wanted me to choke you with my cock like a little whore?" you nod your head eagerly, unable to form words. Your pussy throbs, prompting you to rub your thighs to get some sort of relief as his thumb smears the spit adorning your lips. You're quick to envelop it in the warmth of your mouth, an involuntary moan leaving your throat. "Such a pretty slut," he lets his cock slap against your cheek, removing his thumb to move his hand back to his previous position. "Open again."

You do, his length entering your mouth again -that you gladly accept- and then he's shoving you down by your hair. "Shit, gonna fuck your mouth so good..."

And he does, not holding back anymore, his hand thrusting your head along his shaft until your throat tightens around him repeteadly, struggling for breath. But you take it, you take the aggresiveness and the degradation because fuck, you've been waiting for so long to know what this feels like. To have Jungkook be mean and have this type of control and power over you and you're enjoying it a bit too much.

"F-fuck, I'm gonna cum, leave your mouth open." he releases on your tongue, not able to look away from the image of you with tears falling down your eyes and mouth drenched with him and your spit, some of his cum staining down your chin and the corners of your lips that he gathers with his thumb and pushes back into your mouth. He groans, watching you swallow all of it like a good girl, your tongue grazing around his digit for the remainings, gaze not leaving his. "Let me grab my phone real quick, I need to take a picture of this."

You were definitely not the jealous type.

You prided yourself on being able to recognize when your behaviours were due to your own insecurities and removing all sorts of feelings of uncertainty from your mind. You never liked toxic patterns or the glamorization of them and your relationship with Jungkook was proof. You knew relationships were supossed to be based on blind trust and faith in your partner and yours definitely reciprocated in the same way.

"So can anybody tell me why Eunha is basically all over my boyfriend right now?" you wish you could blame your state on Hoseok's weed, who's sitting on the left side of the couch right next to you at the frat party. You really wish you could have an explanation for the way your heart tugged in such a weird way and your stomach swirled dangerously until almost making you nauseous. You really tried to blame your overthinking on the joint you had just passed to your friend.

You knew it was bound to happen someday, especially considering Jungkook had always been a ladies' man and the kind of attraction from both men and women he was able to manifest, willing or unwillingly. You just never thought it would happen so soon and in such way that made you clench your fists so tight and your nails dig into the palm of your hands so painfully.

"I mean, they did have like a long fling a few years ago, didn't they?" Seulgi, sitting on your right, chimes in.

That was true. Longer than most flings Jungkook ever had before you.

"Yeah, before she dumped him." Hoseok adds.

Your eye twitches and your jaw contracts. Because that, was also true, and it was mostly what was bothering you so much.

Had it been Jungkook the one to move away from his situationship with Eunha like with most girls, you wouldn't have such a problem with the way she's shamelessly leaning towards him from across the room. Or the way she's twirling a strand of her hair between one of her fingers while battling her lashes. Or the way she's hysterically laughing at whatever he was saying, because your boyfriend was funny, but he was not that funny.

You were not the jealous type, and Jungkook definitely wasn't giving you any reason to be, because as coquettish as the blonde was being or as provocatively as she was pushing her tits into his arm, he politely keeps his distance and tries to also engage with Jimin in conversation, leaving her pouting. But that wasn't enough to not make you start seriously questioning your feminist ethics right now.

"Wait, you're not jealous, are you?" Seulgi turns to you, offering you the joint -how long had you been focusing your attention on Jungkook and Eunha to not realize it was your turn again to smoke?-. You take it, hesitating between answering right away or taking a hit before doing that. You were never a good liar. You look between your two friends who are looking back at you with their eyebrows raised.

"I-" you close your mouth and run your fingers through your hair. "Maybe? I don't know what I'm feeling and I don't like it one bit."

"Aw, babe." Seulgi squeezes your knee, eyes showing you sympathy. "Jealousy is a natural response to any relationship."

"I know..." you take the joint in your hand, taking a long drag before letting the smoke out. "I just don't want to sound like an insecure little bitch!" you whine. "I don't want to be like 'Oh, why would Jeon Jungkook, a God of the Olympus, dare give his attention to a peasant as unworthy as me!?' Like no, he's just a man. A little less mediocre than most but a man nontheless. I'm not going to doubt myself or other women just because he's more beautiful than most, and hotter, and funnier and has a massive co-" you notice you're getting carried away by the look of disgust in Hoseok's face and Seulgi trying to hold back a laugh.

"Anyways, he's lucky to have me. We're both lucky to have each other but sometimes I feel like I might be the luckiest out of the two. And seeing Eunha looking so pretty and throwing herself at him is triggering me because..." you pause to take a deep breath and lounch back on the couch. "What if he realizes one day that I'm luckier than he is and he could be luckier with someone else?"

There's, ironically, a long silence. Ironically because the sound of Travis Scott making the walls tremble is anything but, until Hoseok speaks.

"I think you feel that way because you still haven't seen how that boy looks at you, _____." and then he motions to the spot from across the room you had been observing for too long, the spot where Jungkook is now glancing at you after noticing your detectable distress, with a frown on his features.

'You okay?' he mouthes, his fist raising in the air in a thumbs up, questioningly.

Your heart jerks, and not out of bitterness or envy caused by a girl trying to get your boyfriend's attention. Because his attention is always entirely on you, no matter how many feet are separating the two of you.

'Yes' you mouth back, with a nod of your head and an encouraging smile that has formed itself on your face. He beams as well at you. Mouthes an 'I love you' and puckers his lips in a flying kiss that makes you giggle. You mimic him, your heart tight against your chest.

Hoseok is right. You have nothing to worry about.

Jungkook is in love with you. Sometimes, he thinks, he's too in love with you.

"Can't believe I'm letting you do this."

"Can't believe you're such a pussy."

Jungkook huffs in annoyance. He would smack your ass right now if his hands weren't restricted by a scarf of yours he had never seen before to your bedpost. He would also send you a mean look if his eyes weren't covered by the only tie he owned and had so generously lent to you.

When you mentioned you wanted to try this, he expected you to be in this position. Not the other way around.

He's sprawled on your bed, only his boxers covering him as your legs straddle his waist and you tighten the hold of the scarf around his wrists sternly. He winces and manages an 'Hey!' He knows you're only wearing your panties because he can't feel anything else and he's felt one of your naked tits brushing his face as you tied him up. He also tried to catch one of your nipples in his mouth as a form of punishment, to no use because you swiftly backed away from his attempt.

"I've never been a bottom before, this is new for me." he says. He really doesn't mind any of this. He's just not used to it. He knows he'd be lying if he said it didn't turn him on a little bit, even if he'd rather be the one to have you completely unmoving and naked beneath him. Especially now that you're skimming your nails up and down his torso.

"Mm, good to know." your lips follow the path your fingers created, from the center of his chest up, moving steadily and tracing soft kisses over his flesh.

"Don't worry. I'll be gentle." you croon, dragging your tongue from the pulse of his neck to his earlobe, nails scraping lightly over his left nipple. Jungkook shudders, air sucked in through his teeth as his mouth opens on its own. Taking advantage of this, you place a kiss on the corner of his lips before slipping your tongue inside.

He answers simultaniously, his own tangling with yours, swallowing each other's moans. Your hips set a slow peace, clothed cad core griding over the length poking between your thighs. His hips move unvoluntarily, trying to find some sort of friction to make up for the fact that his hands are unavailable to knead your ass and pull you closer, if that was even possible.

You separate from him, raising on your knees. Jungkook whines in protest, hips buckling up from the mattress to try to meet yours again.

"Jungkook, I'm serious, stay still!"

"I take it back." his voice shaky and hands straining against the tight hold the scarf you tied around has on them. "I don't like this. Untie me so I can fuck you, babe." he complains. You sit on his tiny waist, your thighs trying to stop his movements.

You take a moment to assess him. He looks too beautiful for his own good: hair courtaning his forehead, biceps bulging and abs flexing. You can't see his eyes but you know they might be glassy. You bite your lip to supress a whine of delight. You almost consider doing as he says. Almost.

But you mantain your ground. Your jealousy from the other night had been crawling slowly from within these past few days and since you couldn't take it out on Jungkook any other way because he really wasn't to blame, you figured you'd try something new to punish him and let some of your supressed anger vanish.

Twisting your body back to pull down his boxers, not all the way, just enough to have his cock springing free from the confines of the fabric and slapping against your asscheeks.

"Has toxic masculinity seriously polluted your brain so much you can't take this seriously?" you fall forward, one of your hands balancing you beside his head as the other wraps around his neck, a tentative hold not yet to constrict his breathing.

He gulps, his body's tense and his Adam's apple is prominent under your touch. All he can see is black but he'd do anything to watch your pretty tits bouncing in front of his face. "I don't like this conversation either." he pouts.

"Then why are you so hard?" you grin, holding yourself back from laughing as he hesitates for an answer. You lean closer, mouth against his ear as you whisper. "I'm so wet right now, I could take you just like this. No lubrication at all and my pussy would just swallow your dick." Feeling his girth still between your ass flutter, clearly affected by the sultry tone of your voice. You remove your hand from his neck seeing as he has stopped moving obediently. Reaching back, you slide your panties to the side and align your entrance to the head of his leaking cock.

"Fuck, baby, please~" Jungkook's pleads fills the air, hips desperately back in motion and sliding just a few inches inside your drenched heat. The warmth envoles him instantly, your pussy pulsates around him and neither of you can't help the in synch groans tearing from your throats.

"Just the tip" you lick your lips, your voice betraying you as you resist the urge to glide the rest of his lenght inside your quivering core.

"Just the tip, my ass."

Out of sudden, Jungkook is swiftly lifting his hips from the matress, sinking all the way in. You cry as your body jumps forward, face hidden in the juncture of Jungkook's sweaty neck. His thick cock stretches you out as nice and deep and perfectly as he always does. You mewl. This was not supossed to happen at all.

"See? This is what you really wanted." you can hear the chuckle threatening to spill from his lips, anger starting to boil inside of you again.

Regaining a little bit of your lost control, you lift yourself on your trembling knees and sit back again, the tip of his dick hitting your cervix. You groan in unision, placing your hands on the hard planes of his chest and steadying yourself to try to reclaim your dominance. Finding it troublesome, because Jungook is set on having it his own way, his thrusts meeting yours in perfect synch.

You really shouldn't feel your climax approaching so soon but somehow battling for control while bickering with Jungkook is about to send you over the edge and that's making you even more annoyed.

"I swear to God, Jungkook. If you don't stop moving and shut the fuck up..." your murmur through gritted teeth, jaw slackened and eyes fluttering shut.

"What?" he spats, breathing rugged and voice coarse. "If I don't shut up, you'll wha-"

The sound of a sharp smack echoes inside your room and Jungkook's movements freeze on the spot. His head is turned to the side from the impact, and a faint print of your fingers is adorning his already stinging cheek. None of you mutter anything for a few seconds, until concerned words start to rush out of you.

"Ohmygod, Jungkook, I-"

"Did you just slap me?" Jungkook is unmoving, his mouth agape and you can picture the incredulous expression his eyes might be oozing. "Baby, what the fuck?!" You're mortified. Your hands cover your mouth and your eyes, wide open, stare down at him although he can't stare at you back.

"Babe, I don't know why I did that, you wouldn't stop talking and I know that's not an excuse but it-"

"It was fucking hot." a breathy laugh in disbelief leaves his chest. Your forehead creases, hands falling down to your chest to try to steady your incessant heartbeat. His tongue darts between his pearly teeth, a smug smirk on his features. An eyebrow of yours raises as you size him up, the realization that his body is completely motionless now hitting you.

Lurging forward, you pinch his jaw between your fingers, your hips carry on their grinding on their own accord. He releases a raspy moan, your walls clenching around him as another hit strikes his cheek, softer this time.

"You gonna be good to me?" you mutter against his lips. He nods slowly, his mouth salivating as your hips swirl on top of him. He blindly tries to reattach his mouth to yours, but you dodge him, going for the skin of his clavicle instead. "Can I fuck you slow like this until you're filling me with your cum?" He squirms when he feels you sucking a pretty purple bruise on his flesh, your cunt dropping all the way down his cock, leisurly grinding against his pelvic bone, looking yourself to find some relief to your clit.

"Ah!" his head tilts back, back slighlt arching as you soothe the mark on his neck with your tongue. "That m-might be s-sooner than you think, babe" he admits timorously, swallowing the lump in his throat, the veins on his neck on full display.

You sigh in content because, thankfully your orgasm is also closer than he thinks it is. "M-me too-" you gasp, your face buried on his shoulder, letting your fingers brush his ebony hair, nails gently scrapping his scalp as you keep the tortuous movements of your hips against his, his girth hitting that spot just right everytime until you feel the knot in your tummy finally snapping. "C-cum, J-Jungkook, I-m-"

Jungkook doesn't need to be told twice because he has been holding back from it for a while now, not really willing to admit he was enjoying this as much as he was. With a thrust of his own fused with the way your pussy is tightening around him it's enough to send him over the edge, an unpredicted cry emanating from his vocal chords harmonizing with your own, his whole body tensing as your walls milk every single drop of his cum.

For several minutes you stay just like that. Jungkook's hands still tied, blindfold still on, his mouth still agape as his chest rises and falls until his breathing becomes steady again. And you, on top, your fingers tangled in his dark locks, your breath fanning against his neck and his release dripping down your thighs. You stay like that until your body starts shaking with uncontrollable laughter.

Jungkook tilts his head towards yours, eyebrows furrowing and eyes still covered.

"What was that noise?" you manage through your giggle fit. "'Aaah!'" You've never made a noise like that before, I can't- it was so funn-"

Even while still being strained and blindfolded and with you making fun of him, a loopsided goofy smirk starts making an appearence on Jungkook's features.

Fancy dinner parties were never your thing.

Wearing heels that were too high -specifically to try to match Jungkook's height-, a new expensive dress that you were surely going to return as soon as the event was over because you definitely could not afford it and socializing with Jungkook's clique was definitely not the way you envisioned your Saturday night going.

At least Jungkook had barely been able to keep his hands for himself at the sight of you wrapped in emerald green silk and lace. But even that couldn't make you feel less uncomfortable and out of place.

Yugyeom, one of Jungkook's friends, had definitely more money than your boyfriend had previously let you know. Apparently, being a 'lil rich' as Jungkook had mentioned meant booking a luxurious restaurant to hold a dinner party with at least fifty people who looked just as 'lil rich' as Yugyeom's Gucci tuxedo.

'It'll be alright babe. Yugyeom always insists on celebrating his birthday like it's an Oscar after party. We'll just eat some of that disgusting caviar and then head home to watch Netflix, I swear'.

And yes, caviar was gross, but so was the fact that Jungkook had failed to mention a certain someone would also be making an appearence.

After introducing you to a few of his friends and realizing that Mingyu's frendliness and amiability helped you feel more relaxed, he had excused himself to the bathroom, leaving you and his friend to entangle in a heated conversation about How I Met Your Mother's finale season.

You were thankful for Mingyu's humble nature and easygoing talk for a few minutes until you finally spotted your boyfriend making his way back into the room, stopping in his tracks to acknowledge a group of friends from his class.

Again, you wouldn't have such a problem with a certain blonde if she would just stop looking at Jungkook with stars in her eyes and pressing her cleavage against him while playing with her hair. It was hard to keep track of your conversation with Mingyu while Eunha was standing right next to your boyfriend and seemingly ogling up at him. It was also hard to not let your mind waver to dangerous territory when you took notice of how disgustingly good they looked together.

Just two attractive people who would look disgustingly good together.

Mingyu's voice makes you turn back to him.

"...I don't know, like, Barney was a womanizer until Robin, you know? He changed for her! They were just perfect for each other, but they had to throw it all away by killing the mother and then making Robin marry Ted? And Barney going back to his old ways?" Mingyu sounds exhasperated and you would laugh and find it cute if your stomach wasn't tugging again in a way that made you regret drinking so much wine so fast. Specially after his last statement.

"That's what I'm saying." you mumble, turning your attention back to your boyfriend in the crowd.

Jungkook wouldn't go back to his old ways. He loves you. There's nothing to worry about.

But as you watch him start to make his way towards you, you also watch the way Eunha grabs the sleeve of his blazer to pull him back. She leans in, whispers something in his ear to which he just shakes his head, says something that it's impossible to decipher from here you're standing and simply walks in your direction.

Still, as much as you tried to be neutral and objective and not a 'jealous little bitch', it's almost impossible to hide the sour expression on your face. It's impossible to unclench your jaw throughout the entire evening or lose the too tight grip on your glass of wine. Even when Jungkook whispers in your ear if you're okay, you merely nod yes. You avoid eye contact with him and everytime he tries to slip your hand into his, you dodge him it by wrapping your arms around yourself, claiming how cold it is.

Jungkook is not dumb.

He know something's up but he's also not stupid enough to cause a scene in public or preassure you into talking. So he settles on wating and being patient. Even as he slips his jacket on your stiff shoulders with pouty lips and his eyebrows drawn together, all he does is press a small kiss to the back of your neck. It takes all power within you to not throw yourself in his arms.

But as midnight approaches and it's time to leave, you notice a change in Jungkook's behaviour as you say your goodbyes. His hand on your back is not just a soft caress, instead, his fingers pull you closer, dig into your skin as he drags the both of you to where his car is parked. Now it's him who avoids your gaze. His tensed jaw and his tongue pressing against the inside of his cheek is a visible indicator that Jungkook is pissed.

You know his body language as well as he knows yours. And now, as he opens the door of the passanger seat so you can slide in, the guilt and the remorse of acting cold towards him for hours is finally dawning on you.

"Are you going to tell me now what was that about?" when he closes his own door shut, he doesn't bother to put his seatbelt on. Just grips the steering wheel as he turns to you.

"I-I don't know what you're t-"

"You don't know what I'm talking about?" he laughs, not a bit of humour in it. "I know scenes like this make you feel uncomfortable but I actually thought everything was going fine. I leave you for five minutes with Mingyu and when I come back, you won't look at me, won't touch me, won't act like I'm your boyfriend. Like I did something wrong. So please, _____, tell me, what's going on?"

You know there's no excuse for the way you acted. You know it's not Jungkook's fault he attracts attention and it most definitely not his fault if an ex of his is still hung up on him. You know it's your own fault and you know you should not try to excuse yourself and fight back. You'd swore to yourself you'd push down any feelings of jealousy deep inside until they disappeared. But something about tonight makes you explode.

"Why was she being all over you?"

Jungkook's face twists in confusion. "What? Who?"

"Eunha! Who the fuck else? She was all over you a few weeks ago at Minghao's party, and she was all over you tonight!" your voice is louder than you would've liked but at this point all you care about is letting it all out.

"This is what all of that was about? Eunha?"

"Yes! I've seen her on campus as well! Always trying to get your attention! I don't care that you have friends in common, but specially tonight, she whispered something to you and she was looking at you like she-"

"Who cares how she looks at me? All you need to care about is how I look at you because the only thing I care about is how you look at me!" Jungkook exclaims, clearly exhausted of this conversation.

You sink in your seat and look away as the knuckles on his hands turn white from gripping the steering wheel.

"_____," he calls you gently, but his voice mantains a stern tone to it. "We don't do jealousy. I thought we were supossed to trust each other blindly. Have I not proved to you how sickenly in love with you I am? Do you not trust me and what I feel?"

"I-... Of course I do. I-just... I don't know. You're right. That was uncalled for." you wrap yourself in the warmth of Junkook's blazer, trying to make his scent wash away any ugly resentment and guilt in your body.

"Wanna know what she said to me?" a rethorical question, because he was going to tell you anyway. "She asked me if I was going to stay for Yugyeom's after party, way past midnight. Wanna know what I said?" he turns to you. "I said no, I'm spending the night with my girlfriend."

None of you say nothing after that. He just puts his seatbelt on and starts driving. It's not too much of a far drive to his dorm, but the silence and the awkwardness makes it feel so much longer than it should be. You don't remember the last time Jungkook was mad at you. Actually, you don't think Jungkook has ever been mad at you. He loved the banter, loved to tease you, loved being competitive with you. But you had never seen him being avoidant of you. And that feeling tears your heart on the seat of his car.

"Are you mad at me?" you ask, voice barely audible, when the car stops at a red light. His dark eyes meet yours, his face immediately softening as he studies your expression. Then he picks one of your small hands in one of his big ones, brings it to his lips and lightly kisses your knuckles. He communicates with his eyes what he doesn't with words and it's enough to make you feel secure, at least for now.

When you finally arrive at Jungkook's room, he holds the door ope for you and lets you walk in, but he's still unusually quiet. So much so, you start to worry you might have fucked up big time.

You stand there, not knowing what to do as you watch him sit down on his bed, slipping his shoes and socks off and loosening the tie around his neck. His hair, that was perfectly styled a few hours ago, is now messy by the amount of times his hand has pushed it back. He looks too yummy, and you hate the fact that tension and a little bit of fighting has managed to make him look as delectable.

You ignore the heat starting to form in your belly because now it's not the time to be horny. Not when you still need to apologize and make things right. He's rolling the sleeves of his black shirt down his forearms when you decide to speak.

"Jungkook, I'm very sorry." you start, as you remove his blazer off you and place it on the chair right in front of his desk. "I don't know why I acted the way I did. I dont get easily jealous and I really don't think I am but..." your throat constricts your words for a moment. "The more I love you, the more frightened I get when I think that one day you'll realize I'm better off as your best friend's little sister. I-I dont know what I'd do with myself if that ever happene-"

"Take off your dress." Jungkook's impassive voice and emotionless face startles you and you freeze on your feet.

"What?"

"Did I stutter?"

His elbows rest on his knees and he's holding your stare with his. His doe eyes lack that free spirited and amusing glint they usually have. He looks bored, scrutinizing you. He's not challenging you. He's commanding you because he knows you will obligue.

That's why you gulp and slowly slide the straps of your dress down your arms until the fabric pools at your feet. His eyes waver along your naked breasts, nipples perking up like the mere intensity of his gaze is ordering them to. He doesn't make a move and doesn't say anything for a few seconds. He doesn't compliment you like he normally would at the sight of you almost naked in front of him.

His lack of words make you feel insecure, regardless of how turned on you are. You're used to Jungkook being reassuring, you're used to his lighthearted jokes and his playful kisses in the bedroom. But you're not used to Jungkook telling you what to do and keeping his distance while doing so. Your arms move on their own to hide yourself.

"Don't. If you hide from me, I swear to God, _____." he watches you as you let your arms fall back to your sides, your chest moving up and down while you struggle to breathe. You can't deny Jungkook's gruff voice and his eyes studying every bit of skin available to him like he hasn't seen you naked before is not making your underwear stick to your lower lips.

"JK, I just don't think this is the right moment to-"

"On my lap." your heart skips a bit, a thrill of excitement coursing through your veins.

"Jungkook-"

"I said, get on my lap, face down." he says again, this time slower. One of his eyebrows quirk up. "Or would you rather me drag you myself? Or make you crawl?"

Your eyes widen, and your feet are quick to approach him. Your nipples tingle, your core is throbbing and your cheeks are adorned by a beautiful blush that Jungkook doesn't miss.

He doesn't move until you're in front of him, just to help you lower yourself on his lap, your cheek and your nipples touching the mattress and your ass up. You close your eyes when Jungkook skims his fingertips over your skin, his carressing relaxing your body until he eases your nerves a bit. He sighs when he notices the way that poor excuse of a thong sticks between your folds as his strong hands massage your buttcheeks.

He's taking his time, his fingers gliding over your soft skin, his breathing too calm for your liking. Until one palm of his hand collides sharply against your right cheek, sending your body forward. You gasp, the stinging making your body want to pull away. But he's quick to catch both your wrists behind your back, keeping you in place.

"Jungk-!"

Another smack, this time harder, on the same cheek.

"Did I give you permission to talk?"

Smack. This time on the left cheek. Your back arches on its own will, presenting more of your ass to him unwittingly. Your eyes squeezed shut and bite the inside of your cheek as you rub your thighs together. You keep quiet as his hand lands another blow on your ass.

"That's a good girl. Now," his voice is gentler this time as his hand soothe your reddened cheeks. "do you think what you did tonight was okay?" you say nothing, only a mewl slips past your lips. Another smack. "Answer me."

"No." you lick your lips, anticipating more.

"Do you think it was funny to pull a stunt like that?"

Smack.

"N-no!"

"No, it wasn't. Spread your legs for me." you do as you're told and he finally pulls down the drenched piece of lace down your thighs. He leans forward, spreads your cheeks with one hand as he lets a glob of spit fall directly into your lips. He makes you gasp when his fingers start sliding up and down your folds slowly.

"I've had to put up with this kind of behavour since the day you begged me to fuck this tight, virgin pussy like the little slut you are." you whine, face red as humiliation starts to creep in. Jungkook slips one finger in, pumping it slow and easy. Your hips move to take him deeper.

"I tried to be a gentleman, you know?" he says, adding a second finger. "I've tried to treat you nice and sweet and be the best boyfriend I could be to make you happy and keep you satisfied in every sense of the word." his thumb finds your clit, rubbing tortuous circles.

"Been compeletely whipped since I kissed you for the first time. Haven't looked at other girls because I just can't when I have everything I want to look at right in front of me." murmuring, he starts to get lost your pussy and how it swallows his fingers and how obscene you look and sound, dripping right on his trousers. He watches his fingers moving in and out, almost hypnotized. "Yet, somehow..." he pulls away. You whimper in protest.

"Somehow, you still seem to doubt me." His hand smacks your cheek again, wet fingers spreading your essence all over your skin.

"P-please, please." you cry. You miss Jungkook's sadistic smile before he releases the grip on your wrists, still keeping you on his lap. Both his hands spread your cheeks now, and another glob of spit falls right into your asshole. His fingers find your cunt again, easily taking you almost over the edge.

"If you could only look at yourself right now... All spread out for me like a needy whore in heat" his thumb teases your unexplored rim, hesitantly, coating it with his spit and your own arousal. He presses in slowly. You gasp, your body tenses and Jungkook stills his movements immediately. There's silence for a few seconds.

"Too far? Should I stop?" and there's your Jungkook, concern lacing his voice. His free hand caresses your back, your body relaxing, laying back down obediently. His fingers are still inside you and his thumb is still asking for entrance. He leans forward, placing a small but comforting kiss on the bruised skin of your right asscheek.

"Go on." you whisper, but he doesn't move right away. This time, it's his own body that tenses momentarely before going back to his tranquil demeanor. He breathes through his noise as his fingers pick up where they left off.

"Yeah?" you swear you hear him swallow a lump in his throat. "Gonna let me finger this tight little ass like a good slut? Mm?" his thumb slides deeper, slightly stretching you out while his fingers work your pussy in a solid rhythm. "Gonna let me stretch you out little by little until I can open you up with my cock one day?" his movements speed up, fingers sliding out of your cunt to play with your clit and his thumb slowly moving in and out. "You don't wanna talk now? You just want to stay silent while I fuck your ass and-"

And then you're cumming, so unexpected it takes both of you by surprise. Your hands grip onto Jungkook's sheets, your thighs clasp around his hand as you scream his name. He doesn't stop though. He rides you through it, encouraging words mixing with filthy insults that prolong your orgasm until you're squirming beneath him.

"Shit, baby... My hand is soaked." he mumbles, as he slowly removes his fingers and thumb from you. "You okay?"

You faintly nod your head yes, not able to find words through your dry mouth and your pussy still convulsing.

"Good. Get on the bed. On your hands and knees."

You somehow manage to slip from his lap and position yourself as he says. Except your arms and legs are shaking. Although the sound of Jungkook undoing his belt and his hands gripping your hips and bringing you towards him until the head of his dick is at your entrance is enough to make you forget about how tired your body is. You surrender to him, not even bothering to hold yourself up on your arms, your fingers crumbling the sheets and your face buried into the pillow.

When his cock enters you, a pitiful moan leaves your mouth. His thick lenght slides into your heat, filling you perfectly as he always does. It's a wonder how well he fits inside you.

"Such a perfect slut for me. Always ready for me to do whatever I want with her, since day one. So tight, so ready. So, so perfect. All mine." he talks as measured as he moves, dragging each word out as his hips find a nice tempo.

Then he doesn't move for a while with his dick buried between your walls, and you know he's holding himself back. You turn your head slightly to look at him. He catches your eyes instantly. Sees your mascara running down your watery eyes, and your smudged lipstick and your messy hair and then he's giving you that look. That look that lets you know that Jungkook is, indeed, whipped for you. Leaning in, he presses his shirt-covered chest to your sweaty, naked back. His cock dives deeper, not an ounce of space between you as he lovingly kisses your cheek until his mouth finds yours.

He kisses you hard but soft, tongue meeting yours for the first time since you entered the room. Jungkook is not a man of words. He's silly, and a jokester, and finds it difficult to express how he's feeling. But when he kisses you, or looks at you, when he touches you, or when he makes love to you, even if it's as dirty and filthy as right now, he's always able to transmit exactly what he can't vocally.

He's telling you there's no other place he'd rather be than here, with you.

When he pulls back, a string of saliva still connecting your lips, his hand moves to the back of your head, fisting your hair in a tight hold that makes you arch your back and desperately moan for him.

"A-and you're mine." you sob.

It's like something snaps inside of him. He growls and suddenly his hips lose control. He nails you against the mattress, his grip on your hair pulling your head back, his lips against your ear as your cunt clenches around his cock.

"Just yours. All yours." his grunts send shivers down your spine and you're close again, even in the painful and uncomfortable position your body is in. Being at Jungkook's mercy and him being at yours is enough to have you seeing starts.

"This is the only pussy I want wrapped around my cock. Your lips are the only ones I want to kiss. You're the only one I want between my arms." It only takes two flickers of Jungkook's free hand against your nub and his next words to tip you over. "You belong to me, and I belong to you."

You squeal as you come, and Jungkook bites your shoulder to keep himself from doing so as well as he follows shortly. He fills you up with his release, but he doesn't release you from him. He wraps his arms around your frame, both your bodies becoming soft as he rolls over to one side with your back still pressed to his chest, cock still inside you. His lips find their way to the skin of your shoulder and the back of your neck. His breath fanning your flesh makes you smile.

"That is so not like my sister. I'm telling you, she never gets jealous." Taehyung says over the phone. He's munching on something again and Jungkook would bet all the money in his wallet again he's eating Skittles. Red Skittles. "So, everything cool now?"

"Yeah, man. We just talked it out, you know?" Jungkook's gaze falls on you, laying on your stomach on his bed, laptop iluminating your face, earbuds on and your head moving to whatever music you're listening to. Jungkook would bet all the money in his bank account it's Shape Of My Heart by The Backstreet Boys. Or at least that's what he's been able to guess so far. He was never good at reading lips, specially when trying to guess boybands' lyrics.

Friday's nights meant late 1990's/early 2000's pop nostalgia for you. It meant shaking his head and spending the following week trying to get Britney and Xtina songs out of his brain for him. Although lately, he hadn't been trying that hard. Jungkook sighs in content, not really trying to cover the fact that he might be looking at you like a starstruck teenager. Which, it was totally fair because that's exactly how he feels about you. "Communication is key, bro."

He keeps watching you until your head perks up and catch him gawking. You smile at him and he smiles back.

"By 'communication is key' you mean you actually fucked my little sister silly right? Bro, I swear, I'll block your numb-"

"Sorry man, gotta go."

"And now you're gonna fuck her silly again, right? You son of a b-"

Jungkook hangs up just as you take your earbuds off, making his way to you to kiss you silly.

#jeon jungkook #jungkook #bts #jungkook smut #jungkook fluff #jungkook imagine #jungkook fic #FINALLY #took me a month to gain motivation and inspiration back!!!

3K notes · View notes

seita · 4 years

Text

— good girl | tetsurō kuroo (m.)

pairing: kuroo/reader

genre: smut

wordcount: 𝟷𝟺𝟺𝟼

cw: pure pwp, established relationship

tags: dom!kuroo, sadistic!kuroo, sir!kuroo, strong dom/sub dynamtic, subspace, dirty talk, blowjob, deepthroating, facefucking, pet names, degradation/humiliation, praise kink, dacryphilia, some aftercare

note: this is an kuroo au i like to call ‘sadistic sir kuroo’. he’s rlly mean lmao. thank you to my friend @atsushimi for her help in cultivating this kuroo!

— you’re determined to prove to your dom, kuroo, you’re a good girl who can suck his cock well.

⇦ blog navigation.

Kuroo looked down at where you were kneeling on the floor between his spread thighs. His jeans were unbuttoned with his cock out, his large hand wrapped around the thick length as he leisurely stroked himself.

Precum dripped from the tip, down the shaft to meet his hand and he hummed. Your eyes followed it, subconsciously licking your lips at the phantom taste of him on your tongue.

“What is it, kitten?” he purred, cocky smirk on his lips as he gave himself a generous squeeze, “You want something?”

“Wanna suck your cock,” you whimpered submissively, resting your cheek against his knee.

He chuckled, brushing his hand through your hair, angling the tip of his cock towards you, “Go ahead then. Better make it good.”

You grinned joyously, taking the head of him into your mouth with a sigh. Your eyes fluttered back into your skull as you finally tasted him. You set a pace you knew he enjoyed, making sure to keep your hands away lest you be punished.

He was being kind enough to let you suck his cock, giving you the privilege of sucking him off. You didn’t want to sully it by being bad.

You took as much as you could, a little more than half of his length. He sighed, head tipping back in pleasure as the head of his cock reached the back of your throat. You pulled away quickly to avoid gagging and suctioned your mouth around him, bobbing your head in a rhythm you knew he would appreciate.

“Hm,” he looked down at you, one eye concealed by the mess of hair, a brow quirked, “I don’t think you’re doing good enough, kitty.”

You whined, the idea of him being left unsatisfied making your heart plummet. You worked even harder but his face didn’t change, in fact he began to look more and more disinterested. Suddenly you pulled off, licking your lips to chase the taste of him.

“U-Use my mouth how you want to, Sir,” you whispered.

His eyes flashed, “Are you sure? Do you think you can take it, kitten? You know I like to get rough with that pretty throat of yours.”

“I-I can take it, I promise Sir!” you reassured, sealing your lips around his cock once more.

His hands weaved into your hair, fisting the soft locks for leverage. Instead of fucking into your mouth like you expected, he jerked your head forward, forcing the entirety of his length into your throat.

You choked, gagging around him in surprise. Your first instinct was to pull off but you forced yourself to relax. He wasn’t pulling his cock out, simply leaving your throat clenching and spasming around him.

“Breathe through your nose,” he ordered, not letting up even as tears welled up in your eyes. He grinned, sadistic and dark, “You’re the one who said you could take it, kitty. You didn’t lie to me did you?”

You whimpered, unable to offer any other response. Finally, he pulled back so his cock was free of your throat. You didn’t get a second to recover, only managed to inhale properly before he was surging forward to repeat the action.

“Fuuuuuuuck,” he groaned, head tossed back in pleasure. His length was throbbing, his thighs trembling in pleasure at the feeling of your throat. He was soaked with your spit, dripping down his length to his jeans, “You might even make me cum. What a good girl. I’m so proud of my little kitty, taking my cock like this.”

You keened under the praise despite the uncomfortable feeling of choking around him. He slowly began to move your head, fucking your face as if you were a toy for his cock.

He pushed past your gag reflex roughly, taking you by surprise. Instinctively, you pulled away, dislodging his cock from your lips and effectively loosening his grip on your hair. You fell back onto the floor, panting and wiping your mouth of the copious amounts of drool you had spilt out.

“I figured,” Kuroo scoffed, leaning back in his chair to wrap his hand around himself, “I should have known you couldn’t take my cock properly. You were just lying about being a good girl, isn’t that right?”

“N-no!” you cried, scrambling forward, placing your hands on his knees to steady yourself. Your knees ached but you ignored it in favor of looking up at him, eyes begging for mercy, “Y-You just surprised me, Sir! That’s all, I can take it!” you begged, growing desperate.

He sighed, a disappointed, put on sound that made your stomach tie up in knots. He wasn’t pleased, he was disappointed in you. You weren’t able to make him feel good properly.

“I don’t think so, kitten,” he grumbled, stroking himself, using your spit as lube, “I might as well cum in my hand tonight since your mouth just isn’t good enough. What kind of good girl pulls away from Sir’s cock, hm?”

“Please let me try again!” you cried, tears pricking your eyes as your bottom lip wobbled.

Kuroo held back a groan at the sight of your tears, his cock throbbing, “I don’t know, babygirl...you already disappointed me once. Maybe I should find a new little kitten who can swallow my cock properly.”

“No!” you cried, growing distressed as you wrapped your arms around his leg, nuzzling into his thigh, “You can’t! You’re mine! Please let me suck your cock again, I can do it!”

He hummed, still stroking his cock as you cried, fat tears rolling down your cheeks. You were so pretty like this, begging him for his love and attention. The fear in your voice at the thought of him finding someone else to service his cock. The possessiveness within you.

You were so sweet. So perfect.

He shook his head, “Since you seem so confident, I’ll let you try again. It’s your last chance though. If you fuck up again I’ll be cumming in my fist and you’ll get nothing.”

You whined at the threat of not tasting his cum. Sniffling, you sat up properly and opened your mouth, ready for him to sink his cock into you.

He took the invitation eagerly, eagerly pulling your head back down on his cock. He sighed in pleasure at the hot, tightness of your throat wrapping around him again. Your throat was almost as good as your cunt.

He controlled the pace, watching with sick satisfaction as you choked and gagged around him, tears falling down your cheeks pathetically. But you still powered through, letting him abuse your throat how he pleased.

“There’s my good girl,” he groaned, hips twitching upwards as he grew closer to my release, “I knew you could do it, babygirl. Taking my cock like you’re supposed it. Choking and gagging on me like a little whore but still so desperate for more,” he licked his lips, grunting as you eagerly began to suction your mouth on him, sensing how close he was to his release, “Fuck, take it, bitch. Take my fat fucking cock in that slutty throat.”

He held your head still, head falling back with a loud groan as he came. His cock pulsed in his mouth in time to his orgasm, shooting his hot cum down your throat. You eagerly and dutifully swallowed, not daring to close your eyes as you took in the sight of him falling apart. His body trembled as he emptied his balls in your mouth.

Finally, he came to and pulled you off of him. He gave you a lazy grin, watching you wipe your mouth and swallow a few times to make your throat feel better. Tucking himself back into his jeans, he watched you lean against his leg, looking up at him with wide eyes.

“My sweet girl,” he cooed, plucking you up from the floor to bring you into his arms. Pressing a kiss against your temple, he let you release your pent up tears on his shoulder, the whole scene an intense experience. He was there to stroke your back and shush your whimpers, “You’re such a good girl. Took it so well, I’m so proud of you.”

“You’re mine, right?” you whimpered, wrapping your arms around his neck.

He cooed, pressing your forehead as he cupped your cheeks to look into your eyes, “I promise I don’t want anyone else but you. You’re my pretty little kitten, you’re all mine, yeah?”

“All yours,” you promise, leaning forward to tuck your head beneath his chin. He hummed, stroking your back and pressing little kisses every once in a while as you settled down.

You really were such a good girl.

#haikyuu x reader #hq x reader #kuroo x reader #haikyuu imagines #hq imagines #kuroo imagines #kuroo tetsuro x reader #haikyuu smut #hq smut #kuroo smut #afton.writes

4K notes · View notes

seiyasabi · 3 years

Text

Ugly Bastard

(This is a Yandere Milluki Zoldyck x Rabbit Female Darling :))

I’m really sorry if this wasn’t what you wanted, but this is my interpretation of his character, and my interpretation is that he’s considered the ugly bastard and a neckbeard :/ I hope you enjoy this.

TW: Aged up!!, Forced heat!, !technically noncon!, !dubcon!, He’s rlly gross!, daddy kink!, objectification!!, breeding kink!, typical neckbeard behaviour, mate literally doesn’t wash himself (I’m so sorry) or clean his room!, he fucks you while you hold a comfort object, etc..

I don’t normally say this, but please, please proceed with caution! This got really dark and disgusting :/)

Giggling to himself, the short haired man holds a glass vial up to the light, the amber liquid inside sloshing violently. A grotesque smile paints his chubby face, thick fingers holding it so tightly that his knuckles are turning white, “Thank you, Illu-nii! She surely can’t resist me now!”

The oldest Zoldyck looks down at his younger brother with disgust, wondering how exactly he became this way, “Of course… But, if she was giving you so much trouble, why not take her-?”

Milluki shakes his head, holding the vial close to his breast, “No! I can’t do that, are you crazy?” Illumi raises a perfectly shaped brow, unimpressed by his grease ball of a brother, “I’m not the ugly bastard in this story! I’m her handsome prince-”

Illumi tunes him out, rolling his eyes. Of course his brother doesn’t have morals, he just wants you to bow to his every whim.

Although the eldest brother couldn’t critique the younger too much, he still couldn’t shake the overwhelming repugnance he feels towards him.

He’s seen the room you’re trapped in, seen the harsh way Milluki tugs on your ears and tail, seen the- he shivers at the memory of the short haired man forcing you to feed him. The excessive way he chews with his mouth open, trying to get a reaction out of you, makes the tall man’s blood boil. He has no idea how you’re able to keep calm, but he can applaud you for it.

“-So this is my last resort! Thanks to you, Illu-nii, we can now continue to Zoldyck like!” Illumi can’t help but shiver in disgust at the idea of Milluki reproducing.

“Yes, yes, of course. You go do that,” With quick feet, the slim man hurries away, hoping to escape this conversation as quickly as possible.

Glancing at the vial in his hand, Milluki squeals in delight, a gross smile on his greasy face.

Tonight is going to be a night to remember.

Hearing the door open, you immediately look up from your clean spot on the bed. In your arms you hold your stuffed rabbit, cradling it to your black bodysuit clad breast.

Seeing your captor waddling into the room, you jump to your feet to greet him. Putting on a fake happy smile, lifting your ears, and shaking your tail, you start to gush over him, “Daddy, welcome back! I’m so happy to see you!” You hop over empty Mountain Dew Liters filled with piss, wrappers of empty food containers, broken games that disappointed Milluki, and his dirty clothes. You try to clean up, you really do, but Milluki is one of the sloppiest people to ever live.

His ugly face grins at your beautiful form, your pretty face, and cute voice, “What a good bunny, coming to greet her Daddy!” He opens his arms for a hug, making you breathe through your mouth. Landing on his large stomach, you lay your head against his breast, trying your best to block out his grease, musk, and food stains.

This bastard fills you with so much disgust and anger. He tells you that you need to lose weight, dress up pretty, put on a lot of makeup, keep clean, and be well shaven. Yet, here he is, looking like a goddamn catastrophe.

“I missed you so much! Me and Hoppy,” You raise their stuffed animal, “Were waiting for you all day!”

He rubs a sweaty hand over your exposed shoulders, “You’re so cute, Bun. Daddy has a special present for you today,” He uses the hand that once rubbed your shoulders to reach into his pocket, withdrawing a certain amber filled vial, “Be a good girl, and drink this all. You’ll do that for me, right?”

You pull away from him to look at what he’s offering, feeling dread weigh down on your heart, “What is it, Daddy?”

He tuts condescendingly at your question, releasing you from the awkward side hug you were in. His thumb and forefinger grip your chin, a suddenly serious look on his face. Fuck, you forgot that rule, “Bun, you know how Daddy feels when you question him! Good girls don’t question their Daddies, we always know what’s best for them.”

You want to scream ‘no’ at him, but unfortunately, you’d rather not receive a brutal punishment tonight. Nodding your head, you smile up at him, “Okay! I’m sorry for questioning you, Daddy.”

He squeezes your tail, before grabbing your hand, and forcefully placing the vial into it, “Good, Bun Bun! Now, drink this!”

Rolling the warm glass in your hand, you scrunch your nose slightly at the weird smell of the contents inside. But, feeling his warning glare on your figure, you quickly uncap it, and throw it back like a shot.

It tastes horrible!

You can’t help but gag at its vomit esque taste. Covering your mouth with a hand, you stare down at the vial in both shock and disgust. Luckily, you’re able to choke it down, but you’re only barely able to.

“Good Bunny, I’m proud of you,” He runs a moist hand through your hair, making your stomach lurch.

“Thank you, Daddy,” Milluki drags you to his bed, disregarding the trash you have to step on with your bare feet. Once at the bed, he tries to push you onto his side. You don’t allow yourself to fall forward, instead opting for your designated sliver of the bed. No matter what you try, no matter how many times you change your sheets, Milluki’s side always ends up absolutely filthy! His grease, food stains and…… unspecified stains discolour any colour of sheets, even black ones! So, you only stay on your side, trying not to get a skin infection.

He makes a noise of disapproval behind you, but quickly flops down on his side, his arms squeezing your middle tightly. His right hand lays over your tummy, squeezing slightly. Thinking that he was going to critique your looks, you whimper slightly, “I’m sorry, Daddy, am I gaining weight? I can go on another diet-“

“No! No! You’re doing great, Bun! If anything, I think you’ll need to be a little bigger…” He trails off, increasing your nerves. Is that why you’re sweating? It’s suddenly very hot in here.

“Daddy, is the heater on?” You lay your free hand on your forehead, the other gripping Hoppy in an ironclad grip. Are you getting sick? That could be a problem. Your diet since getting here has changed drastically, along with your sleeping pattern, cleanliness or your environment, and your stress level. Hopefully he’ll cast you into a separate room, leaving you to your own devices.

“No, why?” He removed your hand from your forehead, and replaced it with his own. Is this supposed to happen? He isn’t too sure how heats are supposed to happen.

“I-I think I’m getting sick, Daddy. Should I go take a cold bath?”

“No! I mean, uhm, no, that won’t be necessary. Just stay right here,” He tightens his hold even more, you can feel your ribs creak underneath his fingertips.

You say nothing, starting to curl into yourself at the feeling of cramps in your abdomen. Could you be starting your period?

“I think I started my period,” You don’t see him look at you in disgust, but you can feel it.

“Then get up, I don’t want you dirtying the sheets,” You had to stop yourself from laughing. You? Dirtying the sheets? Says the man who has turned them rancid! You set your bunny stuffie on your clean pillow, trying to keep it away from any dirt.

Hurrying to your feet, you move quickly towards the bathroom. Once inside, you flick on the light, showing its pristine condition. He almost never comes in here, leaving it clean.

Unzipping your outfit, you pull your tail out of its hold, and shuck it down your legs. Once bare to the room, you open the toilet seat lid, and sit.

Once done with your business, you wipe, expecting something to be different, but not what you see. The piece of toilet paper is absolutely drenched, and not in what you think.

You slick is practically drenching your entire hand, scaring the shit out of you. What on Earth is happening to you?! And why did the feeling of your wiping feel so good?!

Grabbing baby wipes, you wipe down your pussy and ass, cleaning yourself up as much as possible. You stand up on shaky legs, closing the lid, flushing the toilet, washing your hands, but the pain becomes too much. Tears bead your eyes as your fear and pain take over, causing you to curl into a ball on the marble floor.

A burning feeling of arousal pools in your belly, making the urge to touch yourself grow exponentially. What the hell did Milluki give you? And aphrodisiac? You’ve never had a heat in your life!

Milluki knocks on the door after a long period of silence, the only thing he hears is your crying, “What’s wrong, Bunny? Is everything alright in there?”

You whimper in response, prompting him to open the door. The sight of your naked body made him do a double take. And, upon seeing a growing puddle of arousal around your hips, he can’t help but salivate.

“Is my little one in heat? How precious! Cute little bunnies need their Daddy, and if you ask nicely, I’ll be happy to assist you!” Milluki bends down to grab you, but finds difficulty when his large stomach stops him halfway. Grunting slightly, he crouched down, finally able to grab one of your arms and heft you into his own. Once secure, he stands to his feet, stumbling to your bed.

He tosses you in the middle, much to your disgust, and flips you onto your back. He gazes down at your perfect body, practically salivating at the sight of you.

Your pussy is drooling onto the dirty sheets, cleaning away his dirt in its midst. Perfect teats are pebbled, chest heaving in deep breaths. Your ears hang high above your head, curling slightly, looking adorable. Your little tail above your cute butt looks so nice to pull. A thin sheen of sweat is present on your skin, and as much as he wants to be disgusted, he can’t. You’re just too perfect like this.

“Do you need Daddy’s help? Come on, you need to beg for him,” Your body locks up in revulsion. You don’t want his nasty cock anywhere near you! For all you know, he’ll give you a bacterial infection!

“Nu-no, Daddy. I just-I just need to sleep, I think!” Looking over your shoulder, you see a dark present on his face.

“Are you disgusted by me?” His voice comes out deeper than normal, anger slowly starting to become apparent.

“No! No! Nothing like that, Daddy!” You force your aching body up, crawling towards him. You’re on your knees before him, holding onto his dress shirt pathetically within your pretty hands, “I just-you know I want to wait until we’re married,” You look down in an attempt to be bashful. Telling him that lie at the beginning really saved your ass, but right now, it seems that he’s tired of waiting, “I promise that that’s all! Because what if I get pregnant? I want to ensure my baby is taken care of-“

He grabs your hands, yanking you towards him, your naked chest smashing into his fat. He cups your face with gross hands, gaging your reaction. When all he sees is anxiety, he sighs overdramatically, “There’s no need to worry about all of that. Mama said I can marry you, so we can make a baby now!” His words make you gush with unwanted arousal, the last thing you want is him to fuck you, “See?” He releases your face with one hand, using the other to scoop up some of your arousal, “Why are you stopping yourself? Daddy’s cock is more than sufficient to fill you up.”

Try as you might, the smell of his arousal and your heat clouded mind are starting to drive you wild. He’s the closest fertile male, making your instincts go into overdrive to mate.

A pathetic whine leaves your throat, making him giggle horribly, “Even all teary eyed, you still look so cute. Good thing all of your makeup is water-proof, because if they weren’t, you’d look so ugly right now.”

You’re so aroused, that his words don’t make you furious like you usually would be.

“Now, take out my cock, Bunny. Suck me well, and I’ll breed your pretty pussy well,” In your mind, you don’t want to. You don’t even want to touch him with a ten foot pole. But, instinctually, you’re ready to jump his bones.

With shaking hands, you grab his belt, unlooping it with ease. Sliding it off, you move to his button and fly. Unbuttoning his pants is a bit difficult, due to it barely containing his large body, but you manage. Once done, you move on to his drawers, gross, white stains cover the front of them in a crusty topcoat.

Shivering in disgust, you pull them down, revealing his decent sized cock. Milluki smiles down at you, and grabs your ears in a makeshift ponytail, egging you on.

Deciding not to look to close at his repulsively unwashed cock, you close your eyes, and suck on his precum coated tip. It tastes awful. If you thought that heat inducing elixir was awful, this is 100 times worse.

Withholding your gags, you take him further down your throat, praying you don’t get strep throat. Using your tongue, you rub the vein on the bottom of his shaft. Hollowing out your cheeks, you suck him hard, bobbing your head quickly in the hopes of him finishing.

Gripping your ears even harder, he groans and pants as he bucks into your mouth. Milluki can’t believe it! His waifu is sucking his cock willingly!

That thought has him busting a fat, chunky load down your throat, causing you to almost throw up for real this time. He quickly pulls you off by your ears, looking down at you in awe.

The puddle around your cunt only grew bigger, and your fucked out expression is so endearing!

“Good girl for making Daddy cum! Do you want him to cum in that cunny? To make the hurt go away?” You nod eagerly, making a piggish smirk cross his features, “Beg for me, Bun Bun, beg for me nicely, and I’ll do it.”

You grasp his cloth covered hips in a tight grip, resting your chin on his large stomach, “Please, Daddy! Please make it stop! Please fill me!”

“Hmm, I’m not sure if I’m convinced,” Whining at his words, you turn around in his hold, pressing your slick cunt against his already hardening cock. Rubbing lightly, you keen at the pressure.

“Please, Daddy, I’m begging you! Please fuck me!” Milluki can’t hold back anymore, immediately forcing his cock inside your soaked pussy. Screaming in pleasure, you push yourself harder against him, tail tickling the underside of his tummy.

“Shit, you feel amazing,” He bucks his hips into yours hard and fast, not caring about your pleasure, “Don’t you see? This is your purpose; a little Bun like you is meant to be my cock sleeve, my little baby maker.”

You can’t bring yourself to respond, only pathetically fucking yourelf into his thrusts. He groans at your tight and wet walls, loving the way your cute, bunny body clings to him.

“Fuck, I’m gonna cum,” He lifts one of your ears to whisper into it, “You want my babies? You want me to cum inside?”

You nod your head rapidly, disregarding the slight pain of his tugging, “Uh-huh, please fill me up, Daddy! Make me your house wife! Make me have your baby!”

Your words send him over the edge. Slamming himself deep inside you, he releases his disgusting cum inside your womb, bloating your tummy slightly.

The large man leans on your smaller form, smushing your face into the dirty sheets. Within moments, the burning feeling and pain is gone, leaving you disturbed and revolted.

“Wha-what do good girls say to their Daddies?” You wanted to throw yourself out of a thirty floor window.

“Thank you, Daddy. Thank you for giving me a baby,” He pets your head with a moist hand, rolling out and off of you, in favour of lying behind you. He wraps an arm around you, pulling you close to his soft body.

Milluki falls asleep quickly, allowing you to cry quietly to yourself.

Outside the door, Illumi stands motionless. He can hear your crying, and for the first time in his life, he truly pities someone.

He can only hope his father will reject you as Milluki’s spouse.

Otherwise, you’ll be stuck with the ugly bastard for life.

Requester: @milluki-simp--i-guess

#yandere hxh #yandere milluki #milluki hxh #milluki x reader #hxh x reader #yandere hunter x hunter #hunter x hunter x reader #tw: noncon

220 notes · View notes

simping-overload · 3 years

Text

Close Call

request: Ooooo some angst (happy ending required tho)Poly Osiris and saint getting an emergency call from their s/o, whose out on the field, that their ghost has been injured?? Fic or headcanons which ever is easier for you friendo

A/n: I don’t think I rlly put angst in here so like sorry lmao I never wrote angst before. its mostly fluff sorry if thats disappointing, also I didn't know what to name it so yeah... lmao.

Pairing: Saint x Reader x Osiris Words: 1141

You were running faster than you ever had in your lifetime; since you didn’t want to die, you needed to get away from the Hive before they finished you for good. You clutched Ghost to your chest, jumping over a Hive Knight using its head as a jump boost to get yourself to the other ledge. Slipping on the wet surface and land on your side and into the wall. Thankfully, Ghost didn’t get harmed during the impact, protecting him was your top priority.

‘Shit! Shit! Shit! I did not mean this to happen! It was just supposed to a normal fucking lost sector dammit!’

You push yourself up with a grunt, noticing there’s no Hive on the ledge, not even a Wizard. Though when you looked down at the Knight, you stepped on, looked back up at you, and almost shot you before you ducked back to the Ledge. You look down at Ghost “Little light? Are you okay?” His eye beamed dimly, “I... told you to... stop calling me that...” You snort, rubbing the edge of his shell with worry, “I’ll call for help, so please don’t die on me Ghost.” You got a barely audible okay in response, knowing he would fight his death since someone needed to help keep your dumbass in check while you’re on the field.

You open up the emergency that Osiris and Saint gave you just in case you are in situations like this. “Saint! Osiris! I need your help now- Ghost is damaged badly, and we’re stuck on a ledge, I don’t know if more of the Hive are coming or not, so please get here as soon as you can. Sending coordinates now.” You keep the line open, just in case you got a response. “Damn it... if only I paid attention.”

This only happened because he somehow sneaked up on you and Ghost, to shoot the two of you. Luckily it didn’t shoot you but unfortunately, it shot Ghost, barely missing his vital. You were already low on ammo, so you dealt with the creature before booking for it when more Hive came.

The sounds of the Hive snap you from your thoughts, you hissed, taking your [Class Item] off and wrapping Ghost in it. Placing him in a far corner of the ledge. “I’ll be back soon, don’t die on me yet, Little Light.” You whisper to your Ghost, before reloading all of your guns, preparing for battle. “Saint. Osiris, I recommend you hurry. I am about to engage the Hive. And I don’t know how long I’ll be able to hold out.” You grunted into the comm, before jumping down from the ledge, landing on the Knight, stomping its head in.

“We’ll be there soon, hold on as much as you can” Osiris stated over the comm. You gave a growl in response, looking over to the Hive who were now pouring into the room. Guess it’s your time to shine.

----

When Saint and Osiris finally get to you, they see you give a Wizard which kills it, and it made you pass out. Saint runs over to catch your body. Thankfully, he didn’t slip on the wet floor while catching you. “Are they okay?” Osiris asks, jumping up to the Ledge you were on before you fought the Hive. “I don’t think so, but they’re still breathing,” Saint responds looking over your body noticing the bleeding wounds.

Osiris notices Ghost in the corner, still wrapped in the [Class Item]. He gently grabs Ghost, because of the stir Ghost's eye light dimly shines. “I got their Ghost, let's get out of this place.” Saint nodded in agreement, before their Ghosts transmitted onto the Gray Pigeon.

------

Unknown to you, you’ve been sleeping for 3 days. Saint and Osiris have not left your side at all, only leaveing to go to the restroom. They have also been sleeping on the couch that was set up in your room when the Doctors realized your lovers would not leave.

You let a groan, cracking your eyes open, squinting them to adjust your eyes to the moonlit room. Sitting up, you ignored the pain in your head. You look around the room noticing your two lovers sleeping on the couch. And Ghost was in his own little bed next to yours. It was an adorable sight. Reaching over, you pet his fixed shell.

Ghost’s eye light shines, “Guardian...?”

“The one and only,” You smiled, gently picking up Ghost, whose shell slowly whirled happily. “How you feelin’?” “Like I’ve been shot by an Acolyte” Ghost retorts, you snort “I see my little light is still sassy.” His shell vibrated in annoyance at hearing the nickname, you look away from Ghost upon hearing a shuffle on the Coach. Saint's purple optics(?) met yours, you give the titan a small smile, “Mornin’ Saint.”

You place Ghost back in his bed, letting him sleep again just to avoid getting Ghost hurt if Saint tackles you in a hug. “Ah! Y/n, good morning to you too? How are you feeling?” His voice was low, not trying to wake up the Osiris that was still asleep on his chest. Never wake Osiris up, it will be the last thing you do. “I feel like I got head-butted by a Wizard, but other than that I think I’m fine, thanks for saving me back there.” You rubbed your head, giving Saint a tired smile. Osiris's body steers. He looks over at you. “Well, we can’t have our lover die now, can we?” Osiris retorts, you snort, “Well morning to you to Phoenix. I’ve already thanked Saint, so thank you for also saving my ass.” Osiris’ eye twitched at the nickname. You chuckle, then pat the open spot on the bed.

“Come on then you two, sleeping on the Couch must be uncomfortable, yes? Might as well cuddle with me on this comfortable bed.” The Warlock and the Titan glanced at each other, and nodded in agreement, before getting up from the couch Saint takes Osiris's hand and pulls him towards the bed. You scoot away from the middle of the bed. Thankfully, the bed was enormous enough to fit the three of you comfortably.

Osiris lays in the middle, his back pressed to your chest and Saint's chest. “Don’t scare us like that again, please“ Osiris mumbles, grabbing your hand that was resting on his waist, holding it in a firm but comfortable hold. You kiss the back of his head, “No promises, but I’ll try not too.” You glance at Saint, whose hand was on top of yours which is the one Osiris was holding. You lean to press a kiss on his lips. He kisses back before you pull away to rest your head on the pillow, closing your eyes and snuggling further into Osiris's back.

"Good night my loves."

77 notes · View notes

smileysuh · 3 years

Note

hi mum, so lately i’ve been taking time to reflect my life and I realised like, how much my life revolves around kpop. like, I just got into kpop around a year ago and it makes me so happy and so drained at the same time idk how to explain it but basically, all I’ve been thinking about these past few days is how different my life would be if I wasn’t into kpop. Tonight, out of nowhere I decided to unsub all kpop channels on yt, I deleted vlive and also set a time limit on insta since I find myself scrolling on there a lot, just looking at kpop content for hours at a time. Am I being dramatic? Idk, I just feel so tired, I’m disappointed at myself for not being able to like, hold back this obsession ya know? Cause I’m starting uni soon and every day I keep thinking why am I wasting my time watching kpop when I could be studying and preparing for uni?? What’s wrong with me lol?? Anyways, just needed to rant, feel free to not reply to this, I’m crying as I’m typing this I just feel kinda lost right now but I rlly hope ur doing good mumm💚💚

Hello baby! Ok, so first, I understand you completely

I’m also the type of have hyper fixations and then that’s my only source of serotonin

Kpop is such a pure, good, consistent source of happiness, and in the world we’re in right now, I don’t think it’s a shock at all that we’ve both glommed onto kpop- I think a lot of people might be going through exactly what you’re going through

Don’t beat yourself up about it my love, we’re allowed to have things we enjoy-

I feel like we live in a society that A; makes people feel bad for doing things for themselves cuz capitalism and the need to constantly be producing and doing things and social media and just oooof, and B: we have a society that looks down on the things “girls” do for fun- like when have our enjoyments of one direction or loki or anything been seen as a positive? Our society is SO restrictive on what women feel were allowed to enjoy-

But look, if kpop makes you happy then it makes you happy!

Limitations can be good, spending too much time on ur screen is NEVER a good thing cuz we can get so caught up in it- as people say “go outside and touch concrete” 😂😂😂😂 but don’t feel ashamed that kpop is your happy place

Maybe do it where like, at the end of ur day, u can have an hour of kpop YouTube crack, or read a fanfic, or something like that, limits are good but don’t cut off ur serotonin source completely you know?

Ur not being dramatic my love :) it’s really hard to live in the world we live in and have lots of our interests be belittled by everyone around us- like why is it SO MUCH BETTER if you spent all this time researching cars or something you know? Like why is it our likes are lesser cuz we fall in love with people and the psychology and the fun we have watching them?

To me, kpop is kind of like our version of reality tv, and u know how many people feel justified as shit knowing everything about Kylie and Kendal and what scandal Kim got into this week and who’s dating who and-

No hate to people who like the kardashians cuz Oof I went through a reality tv phase too

But I hope you get what I’m saying and I’m not being too rambly kdhejsijssb

So I don’t allow direct messages from people I don’t follow, but if you ever need anything, message me off anon, I’ll follow back immediately and then we can chat in dms :) sometimes it’s just about finding a friend to love this stuff with and that can make it feel oddly more justified?

I just- you’re not being dramatic, things are rough, thank you for reaching out honey, I’m here if you ever need it ❤️

Also if it’s any consolation, I was having these same issues last year, and I ended up making every creative writing project I had to do about a kpop boy and it helped me get through my courses cuz suddenly I wasn’t just completing an assignment about a dude in a grocery store, it was MARK TUAN or like- I straight up submitted demon San and got a 90 on it- idhejsnsjsisubss kpop can be helpful 😂

Or for example, in my poetry class, I was looking at the way Korean sentences are formed and the way they do those fun games where they take a word and split it into syllables to make new sentences and I tried that in my poetry and it was really cool!

The things you learn watching kpop- even just all the things I’ve learned about Korea and the culture- there are SO MANY POSITIVES to enjoying kpop and I don’t want u to feel like ur wasting ur time cuz if nothing else ur probably soaking up some of the language too! And who knows! Maybe u can find some uni friend who like kpop, or maybe there’s a kpop club! Don’t feel alone baby, I’m sure there are lots of other people entering uni with u going through a similar “ooof kpop” moment ;)

U could also always bribe urself with kpop- I would do like: complete this essay outline and then u get to watch the new weekly idol, or things like that?

But yes please message me off anon and I’ll be here to help more if none of these work for you :) I love you, youll get through this ❤️❤️❤️and remember: u are allowed to have things in your life that you love that make you happy that don’t actually add things to ur day to day, ur allowed to just be happy with that thing

10 notes · View notes

stimmybruno · 2 years

Text

helpp

hi! i have fibromyalgia and i’m 17 years old. fibro has been a harsh reality in my life and i’ve had to sacrifice a lot bcus of it. i was a black belt in mma and i loved it, but i had to quit as the strain on me and the pain (+ flare ups) it was causing made it so i physically could no longer endure it. this happened four years ago. i can no longer go out with friends as it is too painful and just sends me into flare ups. not to mention the fatigue.

now i’m 17 and in sixth form. (…yay /sarc). at this age (in the uk at least) ppl start working alongside school. for months i had no luck getting a job until i lied on a registration and pretended i wasn’t disabled. guess what, i got the job. (now by all means that could definitely be a coincidence /gen but yk my cv is banging and i got great gcse results /hj)

i had my first shift today. (this is my first ever job). it was 12:00pm (twelve pm)-8:00pm (eight pm). an 8 (eight) hour shift. with a 45 (forty five) minute break.

and to say the least… i struggled. with a mixture of sensory issues and other barriers caused by my neurodivergence (autism, adhd, ocd and others) and my physically disability (fibromyalgia) - i really really struggled.

i’m more focussing on the fibro in this post btw but yeah :)

this work has caused a massive pain/fibro flare up. it is agonising and debilitating. i cannot walk. and this is from one shift. my fatigue is unbearable and i know that no amount of sleep can fix it. no amount of rest can fix any of this.

my dilemma is: do i continue trying to work or do i not??

it isn’t vital for me to be working as i’m still in education, it’s just nice to have the money.

currently i’m in agony, i’m miserable, drained, overloaded and non verbal.

it’s taken everything out of me.

but my mum is being rlly confusing bcus one second she is saying “if u don’t think I can handle it then it’s best that u speak to ur manager abt it but i’m proud of u for trying this was a big step” yk being supportive and the next second it’s “u should work, i’ll be disappointed if u quit after one shift”

idk. i don’t want to let anyone down. i now feel like i’m letting myself down too. but i just don’t think i can actually handle it, physically or mentally.

is this worth it???

my instinct is telling me no. but now i’m doubting myself bcus what if quitting is a mistake??? if i quit i won’t be able to return.

i don’t know what to do.

(i’m so sorry this is so like ranty??? and it prob doesn’t make a lot of sense??? but yeah lol yk)

3 notes · View notes

teacup-baphomet · 3 years

Text

G/t Drabble (Crash landed on a hostile planet trope but NOT via the a tiny vulnerable human in a planet of mean powerful alien bigs route)

tw: a bit of censored cursing. Uh. I’m not sure what else. Maybe broaching of sensitive tops such as sexuality and religion. But not really. Mostly it’s just rlly dumb word play/lame humor and a confused alien being confused (and kinda freaked/troubled due to the confusion? you’ll see if you read it i guess). there is some sad lorg boi times. idk. no romantic relationships. just a shaky friendship is forming between a crash-landed big-arse alien (a human! *gasp* i woulda never guessed something as vile as that o: ) and one of the much smaller, very much not human locals. most want to kill the poor dude who got stuck on this planet of hostile lil guys who think he’s a monster and immediately decide they much off him asap. so like having this one ally is kinda important to him. But it’s hard. because. lots reasons rlly. culture differences. the language tech can only do so much. the size diff creates definite issues because trust is hard in general. and trusting a big being that could easily cause havoc on your planet mostly just cuz he /seems/ nice is not a very good foundation... there is much to learn between the two before they can be truly good frens. so uh good luck to them lol *raises glass* I mean. I don’t think I’ll ever write these two again. but I’m sure they’ll end up good friends. probably.

Anyway without further adieu, here have a disappointment (read: attempt to be creative but i’m kinda lazy tbh and still kinda bitter I can’t draw for more than like 10 minutes before I start spacing out :/ )

"We are called humans or the scientific name is homo sapiens" spoke the large alien, Lyle.

"Homo sapiens? That is rather long, is it not? Why is a "scientific name" even a thing? Why would that be necessary? Scientific name versus what kinda name? Emotional name? Why are these science names two words? Seems annoying. What is wrong with just calling yourselves simply homos? Or something else just as nice and concise. Straight to the point if you will. Probably. I... Uh.. I obviously don't know what exactly is the purpose of a scientific name as i already implied... Sooo..." The much shorter – and much scalier- native being (called Torrynts) awkwardly looked off the side to stare at the plain, blank, siding of their dilapidated, isolated house as if it were the most interesting thing in the entire vicinity. Which it wasn’t of course. There was a f***ing alien 15 times their size only a few them-sized lengths way…

Lyle gave his new comrade – and only friend on this gawdforsaken planet that mostly wants him dead- th pondering, and possibly ironically, rather colourfully scaled Torrynt by the name of Kyvlar a bemused look, bordering on coy.

"Huh. 'Straight' to the point you say?" He paused with a small snort. "Well, my not-so-statuesque friend, do I got news for you~"

Kyvlar suddenly blanched, giving a Lyle a look that was like a knife to the heart while blurting out. "Wait, wait, wait! Hold up! We? There are more than one of you? Here? On this planet? Were you just a distraction the whole time. Oh... Oh no.... Have we really been victim a secret homo invasion this whole time! I-"

Their panicked monologue was interrupted by a most horrendous noise. Like a slowly dying tornado with the hiccups or something.

"STOP. Stop I-I can't. I can't. This is too much much!" Spoke Lyle with his hand covering the bottom half of his and his eyes scrunched shut.

'Welp,' thought the Torrynt, 'This is the end. This is when I die. I should have known better than to immediately put my trust in such an enormous obviously dangerous specimen. Ho-'

Kyvlar’s dramatic internal speech was interrupted when the alien surprised them by uncovering the his face, revealing a huge grin. ‘They weren't upset? Huh?’ The Torrynt blinked owlishly at the human in confusion.

"Sh*t, bite-size (Kyvlar noticeably paled at the impromptu nickname not 100% the foreign joking tone, well it would have been noticeable to someone their size at least), I know you don't mean to, context-wise, but you reminded me of my great aunt Karen when my Uncle Todd and Uncle Copper decide to have their friends over along with relatives for a gatherin'."

Plastering on a faux distraught look and blatantly mocking tone, he continue with exaggerated hand gestures. "Oh no, it's the...the...," he paused with snort, "... the homo invasion... No, no, no... Not here... not in this... this good, Christian neighborhood. Aren't just two of them enough? Oh woe is me!" The alien dropped the mocking tone and smirked towards the smaller being. "Heh. Good ol' great aunt Karen could never remember Uncle Todd was Jewish and so was the majority of that neighborhood.... It’s where my Uncle Todd was raised actually…"

The said smaller being just stared blankly at the homo-no-human they supposed as just “homo” meant something else, they weren’t sure what else, beyond just something else.

"Uhhm. Wh-what? U-Uhm, so what exactly is “homo” then? And what’s Christian? And Jewish too. What’s that? Are... Are those other types of -uh- intelligent, sentient creatures on your planet? Y-you know, b-beside hom-er-h-humans? Or are these subtypes of humans? What kinda are you? What is a great aunt? or Uncle? Does the great indicate a larger size? Oh gawd, a-aren't you humans b-big enough regularly? Oh... W-wait. O-or are you a great- uhm- great aunt, was it? E-er, g-great something? Ohhh. Zyntall (Torrynt swear). I'm sooo confused r-right now... " The timid tiny being, sighed in frustration before their eyes snapped open wide in a panic, and they did an immediate one-eighty with their behavior, and it was off all their previously trust, as wavering as it was, vanished in an instant, squeaking out a quick "sorry. oh, Z-zyntall... I'm so-so-sooo sorry. I-I hope I d-didn't offend y-you or anyth-thing... p-please, oh please, don't hurt me" while gazing everywhere except towards the much larger alien, hoping desperately the 'bite-size' nickname was just a bad joke...

Clearly they not only didn't get what so hilarious about the whole thing but also thought he was a monster prone to violence – still. Lyle sighed, all the mirth that was previously in his expression draining out of him leaving him with an uncomfortable grimace on their face. How disappointing... They really wish there was another human here to share in the jesting. But alas, that was not meant to be. At least as far as they knew there was no "homo invasion" in the making. Lyle wasn’t naïve. He knew humans were easy to slip into a gray moral state, at best. The role of villains at worst. And many of his kind would likely take advantage of a planet full of tiny, vulnerable people. Lyle couldn’t help but inwardly cringe at the thought, getting nervous about something that wasn’t an issue. At least now. Currently, human-wise, it was just him on this distant planet. And as far as he knew, no one - well, no other human at least- had any clue where they were. It probably just seemed he simply disappeared. Never to be seen again most likely. Trapped on this random alien planet in scenario that is akin to some sort of a personal hell of sorts.

'Wow. Hello, major depressive episode that’s making me overly dramatic. I haven't seen you since I was - what - eighteen?' thought Lyle regretfully. Calling this planet a personal hell was probably a bit over the top. But still, he couldn’t even seem to keep the trust of his single native ally. It only adds to his feelings of lonely isolation. And he feared his lonely angst will only get worse and worse. But only time will tell.

Giving a small sigh, he mentally prepped himself to try and get back his small friend’s trust. At least he was able to laugh for a wee bit earlier. It had been so long since he had done such. It was nice. Hopefully next time it will not lead to a backtracking in his attempted friendly ships with an open local, or even worse, a hostile local. The little laser guns that native being had stung like a b*tch. It reminded him when he got bit a couple times by some fire ants during a vacation as a child.

-----------

So yeah these were rando improvised characters made on the spot.

But Lyle is a guy (he/him. He’d be chill with they/them too)

And Kyvlar is… a Torrynt. So like they/them I guess. Torrynts don’t have genders. Like at all. I guess they hermaphroditic (intersex if talking by human terms but not really as they are capable of reproduction and they aren’t human so… I dunno… Not even sure if hermaphrodite is a useful term. As idk if hermaphroditic animals, in nature, are capable of reproduction… I don’t think so? But I’m not sure tbh…). There is no variants like there are with human “sex”. And male/female concepts are 200+% foreign to these wee reptile-like aliens (albeit warm-blooded minded, so perhaps more draconian than reptilian idk. Also aliens being described as reptilian gives me hives due to a conspiracy theory that is like super bigoted actually n’ stuff. Very yikes. Don’t want to talk it about it rlly…). Their reaction would def be “wtf. That’s the weirdest sh*t ever” to such a thought as male n female binary dynamics & whatnot. No exceptions. They’d be like why a lot of you guys limiting yourself because of whether or not you are a potential offspring vessel or not. I don’t understand.

So Yeah. Uh. Anyways.

Their conversation about this prolly (or close to this):

Lyle: Hi. I’m Lyle. Just some random dude form Earth I guess.

Kyvlar: a random dude what?

Lyle: uh. I’m a dude. I guess I meant that I’m a boy though dudes don’t really have to be boys I think. But not to derail too much… Yeah. I’m a man/guy/boy/brosef, whatever you wanna call the male gender. Please not by brosef actually, heh. Anyway. Yep. A boy. That is what I am. Uh. How about you. I can just tell… you ….you have uhm two legs. Oh damn. Wait. That sounded so stupid. I wouldn’t assume your gender or anything. I just… You don’t look exactly human so..uh. UGH. Nevermind. I don’t even know where I was going with that... Heh. ANYWAY, so yeah what’s your gender is what I’m trying to say. Sorry I’m awkward as f***. I’m not used to socializing much. Been doing deep space sh** on my own for a few years now and.. uh.. yeahhhh….

Kyvlar: *stares blankly*

Lyle: Uh. Yeah. So. A Gender? Do you, uhm, have one? Or…????

Kyvlar: Uh. I think so? I mean I’m mostly a day-by-day I’ll figure it out then type but I, I really want be able to fix my home up. I want to learn to cook. Kinda suck at it now. Uhm. I guess… Uh. I should probably help you get on good terms with my people so they stop trying to kill you. You seem nice n’ stuff… so yeah. There’s that. I could use a little more purpose in my life. Not to-

Lyle: wait. Huh? What are you talking about? Are you talking about an agenda?

Kyvlar: Yes????

Lyle: *snorts* I didn’t say an agenda. I said a gender. As in A. Gen. Durr. Like are male or female or maybe something off the typical binary track??

Kyvlar: Uh. Er. Huh??? I, I’m so confused right now…

Lyle: Hooo boy. I’m so not prepared for this discussion at all.

-----------

One of these days I’m gonna have a character that’s silver-tongue and smooth af and not some bumbling awkward doofus (*cough* like I am *cough*).

#g/t #g/t writing #i think this is sfw #i don't know why it wouldn't be #giant/tiny #giant dude #but he's really a human #it's like the crash landed on a hostile planet g/t trope #but the crash landed is a human #and he is the BIG #and the tinies are a bunch of hostile aliens #except for one #and they aren't really tiny #they are technically normal I think #i mean it is their turf yknow?#the tiny alien in this drabble is non-binary I guess #or maybe agender would be a better term?#the tiny aliens have no gender #or rather they have one gender #so it basically is means little to them identity to wise #like how humans are humans and thus that doesn't honestly say much about them.#except gender means even less to these aliens than that #not in a offensive way #in a they have no knowledge of gendered creatures so the concept of gender is very new to them #actually it's a non-issue to most of them because they don't give a shit about Lyle at all #oh your a guy #we don't care just die already #poor dude #he just wants a friend #but's awkward

9 notes · View notes