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tteokdoroki · 10 months

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hi aali!! welcome back!!! it’s so lovely to see you on my dash again <3 I saw your ask game and my eyes popped out of my sockets— would it be alright if you could do

❛ i need to come. please, i'll do anything. ❜ + breeding kink + sero hanta ?

I hope you’re having a lovely day!!

☆༉ — HANTA SERO: 0-800-HOT GUY-HOTLINE.

line. ❛ i need to come. please, i'll do anything. ❜

extension. breeding kink + afab!reader + nsfw, mentions of makeup.

things to note. eee thank u baby!! im happy to be back n i hope u enjoy this mwah mwah mwah (also i seem to have a terrible obsession with sero n cowgirl bye)

sero fucking adores you on top for three reasons in particular.

the first is that he can see your face when you cry, getting to look directly up at you while you sniffle and sob because he’s fucking you to high heavens and you need some kind of out let to bring you back down from cloud nine. sero will swipe a thumb under your big glossy eyes, and suck the salty tears from the pad of it just to get a reaction out of you. usually it makes you cry harder, until your mascara is nothing but dark tracks on your cheeks and your lips are wet and shiny from your own tears.

the second is that sero gets to feel you up, touch all over you. his finger tips will cascade from the back of your neck to your throat, dragging you down to slot his cheeky mouth against yours. his tongue then prods and pushes past the seam of your lips, toying with the taste of your sugar-coated and ecstasy dipped whimpers (and perhaps the taste of his cock) on your own. sometimes his hands dip lower, thumbing at those sensitive nipples until they’re budding like flowers in bloom, hanta’ll put his mouth on them too, catch your breasts in its hit cavern when they jiggle cutely as you bounce up and down on his curved length.

you’ve always said that you like how his black rooted hair tickles your skin when he leaves hu kiss across your chest.

but most of all, he likes it when you use him for your own pleasure — as if he’s nothing but a real life dildo and a sack of emotions. “fuckin’…shit honey. you’re fucking me so good,” sero is love sick, as you sink down on his slender cock and circle your hips to make sure you’ve taken it all. “show me how that pussy takes it, baby. wanna see,”

he’s running his mouth, slurring over spit and poorly strung together sentences and he knows you’re not listening. you’re too focused on bringing yourself right to the edge again and getting what you want, his cum in your gorgeous cunt until it’s running down both of your thighs. thrusting downward, both of you share a satisfied moan as sero’s leaky tip bullies it’s way up your glistening walls to bare down perfectly against your g-spot — you gush in response, a fresh wave of your nectar beading perfectly down his shaft. only catching on the blue forked veins that spiral around him.

through the misty veil of lust that clouds your brain, you manage to grasp at sero’s wrist — dragging his hand between your shaky overworked legs to guide him into spreading your pussy lips apart. “y’see me han’, ‘m all wet, all for you.” you tell him earnestly, bathing his throbbing cock in your warmth. you make sure that he gets an eyeful, a chance to observe the crude mix of his milky precum and your juices that run through your parted folds like treacle. “need you.”

before he has a chance to sing your praises, you brace your hands on the broad scope of sero’s chest — lifting yourself up and down in his lap, working yourself on his cock like it’s all that you’re trained to do. seeing himself smeared over your clit, stringing white glazing your thighs only motivates sero to fuck up into you — chasing your high and his own, desperate to see more of his cream inside of you.

or maybe he’s desperate to get you knocked up, see you swell with his seed — churn your insides up real good and have you all bred by him. who knows what he wants? sero can’t even tell, already burying himself to the hilt inside of you, grabbing your hips, your ass, your waist and circling you over him so that your eyes roll back. “i need to cum. please, i'll do anything.” he chants like it’s a mantra or a prayer dedicated to you. “wanna fill you up nice ‘n pretty. you want that, right? you wanna cum on me, pretty baby? make me cum deep inside—“

hanta can’t help but goad you, coerce you into riding him faster, harder — even if you’d intended to drag this one out. “that’s it, baby. use me, fuck yourself down on me. please,” he stutters out. he could die here, sero thinks, and he’d be so fucking happy — watching your eyes disappear into the dark of your skull, your thighs quiver and your chest sway with your sinful movements. “please, , jus’ wanna make’a’mess of these insides, wanna fuck my cum so deep inside it sticks. gotta have you full of me…”

“then cum, hanta. make me yours,” tip of the iceberg and the key to heaven’s gates is when you flip the script, begging for him to breed you. your slick walls start to twitch around him, your release trickling out of you without even a warning. that’s when hanta knows he’s fucked.

a pathetic sob nearly knocks his heart and lungs out of place when he finally hits his high, rope after rope of hot white seed flooding your clenching hole — he grabs your hips so tight that you’ll see fingerprints in the morning and keeps you still on top of him through the aftershocks of your orgasms.

maybe there’s a fourth thing sero loves about having you on top — the way you always beg for his cum in the end.

#sero x reader #sero smut #bnha smut #sero thirst #sero x you #bnha thirst #bnha x reader #mha smut #mha thirst #sero hanta x reader #sero hanta smut #mha x you #✮⋆˙ 0-800-hot guy-hotline #✧ ₊˚੭ — writing #tteokdoroki #✧ ₊˚✉️੭ — new notification #✧ ₊˚🗯️੭ — messenger #autumnalsteahouse #✧ ₊˚🃏੭ — games

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thehermitsaltar · 1 year

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Kurt Kunkle x male reader

Where he kidnaps the reader & has been stalking him online.

+ forces reader to wear a collar with his name on it

Maybe consensual sex later on because reader is really into it?

Tied up kink, marking kink.

A/n: This is the best request ever<3333 this request was so good that I had to do it immediately

Kurt Kunkle x Male reader

Warning: Smut, sort of dubious but everything is consensual.

All it took was looking away for just one second. Looking away from your mixed drink, coming back to it, unaware of what happened and what was stirring inside it. You downed the rest of the alcoholic drink in one gulp, your throat burning as your cup empties.

Your skin started to tingle and your vision became fuzzy and unfocused. You couldn't keep your thoughts straight, only feeling your skin heat up and the need for air rising above the haze. Pushing your way toward the door on clumsy feet before tripping on something. That's when it all went black. You don't even remember falling, or maybe you didn't fall?

You woke up and every muscle in your body felt too heavy to move, even opening your eyelids seemed like a challenge. Instead of looking, you focused on what you felt. Wrists pulled behind your back, tied together with metal handcuffs that dug painfully into your skin. You tried to shift out of the binds only to find them too tight, and now you realized you were tired to a chair, and you weren't alone.

You froze when you heard frustrated mumbling in the room and someone moving around, the sound of feet and things shifting heard around you. You couldn't help the groan bubble up in your throat at the dull ache becoming present in your joints.

"Sh-shit." The person mumbled before they stood in front of you. Finally fluttering your eyes open, cringing at the bright light, trying to adjust. "You're awake." The voice spoke again, a hint of relief in his sigh. Your vision focused on the floppy haired brunet in front of you. He was scrawny, and tall, considering the way he hunched over to be a few inches from your face.

You opened your mouth to say something, anything but all that came out was a soft rasp, throat dry and sore. Swallowing and trying again with better success. "Who are you?"

The man's face scrunched up before it cleared into a wide grin. "Im-im Kurt. I'm your biggest fan!"

Your face must have matched your confusion by the way Kurt giggled and leaned a little closer, his nose brushing yours while your eyes almost went cross with how close he was.

"I've been watching you forever! Since you started YouTube, really. I comment and like all your videos and any post you make on social media. Maybe you recognize my username, 'Kurtsworld96'?"

Kurt shifted away, kneeling in front of you and peering up at you with his big brown eyes. The drugs thrumming through your veins clouded all thinking, dulling the panic you should have been feeling. Only being able to focus on the way he looked at you, like you hung the moon and the stars.

"I've wanted to meet you for so long! We-we would be perfect collaborators- and- and I could take care of you!" Kurt leapt forward in excitement, missing the way you flinch backward slightly, jingling the cuffs around your hands. "And when you posted about going to Bobby's party- I mean it's fate really! I wasn't formally invited but me and Bobby are tight.." Kurt began to ramble and trail off, giving you a chance to glance around at your surroundings. It looked like you were in a bedroom. A desk sitting in the corner, posters littering the room and a mattress laying on the ground.

"I even got you a gift!" Kurt's voice snapped you back to reality, lolling your head to look down at him.

"What?" You mumble, watching him stand up and walk toward his desk, fiddling in the drawers before coming back. Standing in front of you with a hand behind his back. Kurt's free hand found your hair, gently grabbing it and guiding you to look up at him.

Kurt blushed at the way you looked at him, so pliant and malleable before him, lips parted and eyes glazed out.

"Pretty- pretty boy." He murmered to himself, chewing on his lip and removing his hand. Delighted when you keep looking up at him. He cleared his throat, revealing the 'present' from behind his back. It looked like a cheap dog collar made of blue plastic and black fabric, a small charm dangling from it.

Kurt rounds your chair, standing behind you and making you tense as his hands glide feather light along the side of your neck. He leaned down, whispering in your ear as he clicked the collar around your neck.

"I am not letting you go." His husky voice sent shivers down your spine, clouding your thoughts about how serious the situation really was. Only focusing on his breath fanning against your neck and his slim fingers playing with the charm on the collar. "You are mine."

You whimpered, struggling against the cuffs again, accidentally drawing Kurt to the bulge in your jeans. The alcohol and drugs in your system lowering your restraint but the attention was the nail in the coffin, pushing you over the edge of control and making your cock leak.

"F-fuck. You- you like that? Like being mine?" Surprise evident in Kurt's voice as his fingers trailed down your arms, hooking in the cuffs and tugging harshly to pull you impossibly closer to the chair, straining your shoulders and arms.

"Say it."

You chewed on your lip as you tried to sort through your thoughts only to whimper out a small 'please'.

Kurt pulled away completely, leaving you cold and missing his presence, shame flooding you at the thought of wanting the man who kidnapped you. Those thoughts left as soon as Kurt kneeled in front of you again, his face soft as he immediately started working on your too tight jeans. Finally ripping them down, along with your pre-cum strained boxers.

You pant and gasp when your cock springs free, slapping against your stomach with a wet 'plap'. You whine and squirm in your seat, keeping your eyes trained on Kurt while his attention remains on your cock. Looking in awe and drinking in your bare skin before his eyes landed on your cock. His jaw dropped a little and he practically drooled at the sight of your drooling member inches away from his face. Kurt's hazy eyes flicked up to you, holding your gaze and shifting in his spot.

"Wanna worship you.." He leaned forward, placing a hesitant kiss on your calf, eyes never leaving your face, looking for any sign you didn't want this. "Wanna take care of you.." He placed another kiss higher, this time on your knee, the warmth of his lips making you whimper. "Wanna claim you." His final kiss was placed on your thigh, inches from your leaking cock that twitched at the contact.

"I'm yours."

Your own voice surprised you when you croaked out the words. You didn't have time to regret your words before Kurt let out a breath moan, diving in and leaving sloppy, open mouthed kisses on your cock. You jerked your wrists, wanting nothing more than to tangle your fingers in Kurt's messy brown hair, huffing when you couldn't touch him.

"Fuck. Dreamed about this for so long." Kurt continued to press wet kisses along your cock, slicking it with his spit and your pre cum. His kisses turned into kitten licks, then into long, broad licks. "So pretty.. and sweet.. fuck, you taste amazing."

Your whines and moans go ignored, all of Kurt's attention focused on wetting your cock and tasting your salty pre-cum. His warm hand wrapped around your cock, jerking you off while his mouth sucked on your tip.

"K-kurt." You tried to pull his attention to you, trying to warn him of your orgasm that was approaching too fast.

Kurt moaned and pulled his mouth off of your cock, a line of spit connecting him to your tip. His hand sped up, thumb stroking the underside and swiping over the tip before sliding back down to the base. His half lidded eyes looked up at you while he laid his head on your thigh.

"Say my name again. Please baby." He pleaded up at you with a slight pout, his hand getting faster until your vision started to blur around the edges.

"Kurt!" A deep moan rumbled through your chest as your cock gave a final twitch before ropes of cum painted his hand and your chest. Your vision going white, the sound of your heart pounding in your ears, drowning out all thoughts.

"Good boy." Kurt whispered. His hand slowing, moving to your thigh, stroking it affectionately. You panted out labored breaths as you started to come to, looking down at Kurt lazily, feeling your sensitive cock twitch when you notice your cum splattered in his hair and across the bridge of his nose. "Made such a mess.." Kurt mumbles idly before reaching around and undoing the cuffs from your wrists. Your arms fall limply at your side, too exhausted to move anymore.

Kurt stands, leveling his tented jeans with your face. You moan weakly, attempting to reach up and undo his belt before he grabs your wrists gently, pulling your hands to his mouth for a soft kiss.

"Can I- can I fuck you?"

You would have cringed at his awkwardness if it hadn't of been for your cock already getting hard again at the thought of him making good on his promise to claim you as his. You swallow, making eye contact with him before nodding.

"Yes."

The next few moments were a haze of Kurt helping you to his uncomfortable bed, clothes being shed and hungry hands exploring your body, committing every inch of skin to memory. It ended with you on your back and Kurt nestled deep in your neck, biting and sucking bruises into your skin.

He blindly scrambled for his bedside table, pulling out lube and a condom. "J-just tell me if it hurts." You give a short nod in return, preparing yourself before a cold, slick finger circles your rim. You chew in your lip and groan when he pushes his finger in, quickly getting used to the feeling and craving more.

By the time three of Kurt's fingers were pistoning in and out of you, you were close to your second orgasm of the night. Moaning and clawing down his pale back while he stayed glued to your now sore neck, determined to mark you.

"I-I can't wait any longer." Kurt whined, finally slipping his fingers free, rushing to slip on the condom and line himself up with your entrance. You gasped when he pushed his tip inside you, hands tightening on your hips so hard you were sure they would bruise.

Once Kurt began pushing in more, he couldn't stop, slipping in in one go and bottoming out with a deep groan.

"S-So t-tight-" Kurt gasped out, shivering and shuddering above you. "Perfect, so-o perfect." He gave you no time to adjust before he's rutting into you, sliding out only a little before slamming the rest of his length back in with a brutal thrust, punching the air from your lungs.

Your hands tangled in his hair, pulling him from your raw neck to look down at you. His lips were shiny and red, eyes full of lust and need as you watched him lose himself in your tight ass. His thrusts grew deeper and harder until he was pulling out until just the tip was inside and slamming back in, brushing your prostate with every thrust, making your eyes roll back and high moans escape your throat.

"Fuck yes baby, Iloveyouiloveyouilove-" Kurt rushed out before cutting himself off with a loud moan as he spilled his seed into the condom. His body shook above you, whines and groans falling easily from his lips as his thrusts slowed to a slow roll of his hips inside you.

He finally collapsed on top of you, his body sweaty against yours. You sighed and peaked down, face and chest heating up when you notice you came again at some point, your cock soft and covered in cum.

The only sounds in the room were yours and Kurt's soft pants before his soft voice spoke up and he reached up to play with the charm on your collar again.

"It says 'Kurts'.

#kurt kunkle #kurt kunkle x male reader #male reader #x male reader #smut #spree

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honouredsatoru · 3 years

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𝐀𝐟𝐭𝐞𝐫𝐜𝐚𝐫𝐞 𝐰𝐢𝐭𝐡 𝐉𝐉𝐊 𝐦𝐞𝐧 𝐱 𝐟𝐞𝐦!𝐫𝐞𝐚𝐝𝐞𝐫

characters, from left to right. gojo satoru, kento nanami, ryomen sukuna, zenin naoya, geto suguru

warnings. implied nsfw. naoya being the a-hole he is (am not sorry for the naoya slander hehe.

notes. im still working on my other wips, so thank you for those who has been patient with me :') lilith luhs you <3

tags : @noritoshiikamo @sasso-oda @tojisveryown @sookyshima @nkogneatho @sirthisisa-wendys @laudthingcat @kotarousgf @megumifushi @fushigurocockslut

gojo : he'll carry you to the bathroom and would spend an hour cleaning yourselves up. adores it when you run your fingers through his hair as he's massaging your thighs, pressing kitten kisses around your waist, admiring his work of art. he would tease you, imitating your moans and whiny voice, saying it's an addictive, beautiful music to his ears. he also loves it, everytime, when you cling to him, telling him that your legs are sore, asking him if it's okay for you to not show up to classes/work the next day. will pester you to wear matching pajamas tho. kisses and cuddles you all night, with kina's get you the moon playing in the background.

nanami : wipes your body with a damp towel and massages your calves because good lord, the things he did to you before left you numb, in a good way. combs your hair, kissing your cheeks and temples, telling you that you did great and how much he loves you. asks if you're okay, constantly kissing your fingers, smiling at you. puts on your soft beige sleeping gown and he wore his brown sweatpants, he wants to match with you. has your head resting on his bare chest as your body intertwined with his, sings a soft lullaby while admiring your sleeping form.

geto : bath time + second round. what? you thought he's done with you? nah. he wants to paint your face white after painting that tight little cunt moments ago. hot steamy shower for nearly an hour before he puts you to bed, wearing his large black t-shirt and your favourite grey shorts. will admire and kiss the love bites spread around your collarbone and neck, pulling you close to his body. whispers "i love you. i will never ever find someone as amazing as you are. sleep tight, lovebug." as you fall asleep.

sukuna : okay. let's say he is being nice. he'd chuckle as you tried to stand up, struggling to go to the bathroom. he then approaches you, picks you up, carries you bridal style. has you on the counter, cleaning your excess slick mixed with his own jizz. look at him smirking at you since you're blushing nonstop. gentle caresses accompanied with kisses all around your tits and shoulders, telling how you belong to him and only he can make you feel this way. dresses you up with that shirt and lace panties he likes. while you passed out due to exhaustion, he's just staring at you with his arms around your body. "what a beautiful, useful mortal" he thought to himself.

naoya : now honestly.. what makes you think naoya = aftercare? the nicest thing he'll do is throw a damp towel at you, telling you to clean yourself up because it was an honour that he considered your pleasure before his. but if you're under his good graces, the least he would do for you is roughly kissing your lips, biting them before guiding you to your bathroom. once you're out of the shower, mans already gone with a note "thanks for the good time. see you never." left on your bed.

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chocominnie · 3 years

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One Last Time 03 — Pjm. (M)

⇢ pairing: Jimin X Reader

⇢ Genre: Idol!Jimin, Exbf!Jimin, model!reader, sad au, fluff, tons of smut, angst

⇢ Synopsis: Your idol ex boyfriend Jimin cheated on you. You two have been broken up for a while now and the media has been keeping track of you and him. You’re trying to get over him, but the things that happen inbetween makes you re-think the entire breakup, and so does Jimin…

⇢ Song : xxxxx

⇢ Previous : 00 01 02

⇢ Word Count : 4.2k

⇢ Warnings: dominant jimin, makeout sessions, this is honestly a sad angsty au, cheating, pregnancy, unprotected and protected sex, a bunch of sex, no really a LOT of sexual themes too, I know I’m forgetting some but sorry in advance!

⇢ Copyright: please do NOT repost, translate, or modify my works in any way, shape or form, on any platform. If found doing so , it is considered as plagiarism and appropriate LEGAL action will be taken

⇢ Authors note: This is my mini series for the summer! Get your tissues, things to take your anger out on, and sit back and watch the drama unfold. Shall we begin?

Being a model isn’t as always what people view it as. It’s not all just fun and prancing around in clothing that’s either revealing or not. It’s about business and fun but you mustn’t mix pleasure in. Every model knows that. But you, you took advantage of that. You decided you wanted to know what would happen if you had did that. And that is how everything went wrong.

You had actually met Jimin through Jungkook. But, BigHit staff did a casting call for one of their music videos. You had gotten chosen and while at the shoot Namjoon had sparked in interest for you. He spoke fluent english that glided of his tongue ever so breathlessly. But his adorable, cheeky dimple smile had put the icing on the cake for you. You two had been friends ever since.

They needed two girls, the protagonist and the antagonist. You were the protagonist while another was the antagonist but the role did fit you well. You aren’t the type to cause trouble and when your manager explained the script and concept to you, she thought it was a perfect match to your real life personality.

You and Jimin had hit it off right then and there. You loved his smile, his way of talking, and his cute little English phrases he would slip in then and there to you on set. It was the most adorable thing ever. He was a smooth talker too. Then Bam! You didn’t know what had gotten into him. Well.. the acting was for the concept music video, but you’ve never seen someone go from adorable to to a dominant personality so quickly. The entire switch up from the persona had fooled you good. Way.. too good.

That was how it hit you. You knew that he had to be yours.

But then yours.. became shared.

Then sharing became permanent.

Now you are single and heartbroken.

“ Long time no see! How have you been?”

You smile and take in his huge bear hug. He smelled so divine. Namjoon has always carried himself like a mature man, but in the inside you knew he’s a child at heart.

‘‘ Im fine. How are you? I’ve been on a little hiatus.” You nervously chuckle, assuming he already knows why. Namjoon nods his head and guides you further into the set.

It’s the inside of an apartment. They’ve set it up so pretty for it to seem like it’s a real apartment. The LED lights are beaming but not enough for it to be too bright. Just perfect. You take a glance at all around the set you would be soon using.

The bed is a modern day king size in the colour schemes of black, white and grey along with a matching dresser and nightstands. White Jasmine flowers, sit on top of the nightstand along with the book milk and honey sitting next to it.

‘‘ I seen your pictures when they had dropped yesterday.” He pauses, glancing up at you to see your reaction. The way your breath hitches for a moment humored him. “ You looked very good. You did a great job. Welcome back to the business!”

Only if the business was so welcoming at all. Pictures of you had been posted on all your platforms and the comments came rushing in. Some good, but majority bad, only because the people of the world thought your comeback was revenge for Jimin’s comeback. Turns out, he had a comeback three days before you. You didn’t know, because you don’t keep up with him anymore. His fanbase was actually the ones commenting to the bad comments to leave you alone and that you moved on.

If only you made it that far to move on.

Namjoon leads you to the hair and makeup station that’s been set up for the both of you. Each of you greet them and take a seat in the two black director’s chair with your name on it. As you sat in your chair you let the stylists and make-up artist do your thing while you read the concept script of the music video.

It’s going to be Namjoon rapping about his first love and how she broke his heart repeatedly. The hazy white flashbacks are of you and him symbolizing a couple doing things of what he had did with her.

“ So you and um.. Jimin did you guys sort things out yet?’’

You lift your head from the script instantly biting your lip. You most definitely don’t want to be reminded of him at the moment.

“ No. I like the way things are now. We shouldn’t see each other anymore.’’ You roll your eyes and look back down at the white sheets of stapled paper that holds your acting skills.

“ Im sorry if I offended. I didn’t mean to it’s just that. It’s been a year and a couple of months since-’’

He means no harm at all, and you know that because its Kim Namjoon you’re talking to. This right now though, isn’t a conversation to be held right before rhe video-shoot. You shake your head letting him know not to continue on. The last thing you want is for the makeup and hairstylists gossiping. Also for your emotions to spiral all the way down again.

The hair, makeup, and clothing stylists does a very good job on you. The make up stylists did a sort of natural look to your face which made your skin look light and dewy. The natural makeup complements the oversize, long t-shirt that is supposed to symbolize Namjoon’s.

The first scene you are going to shoot is the bed scene where you will be straddling a sleepy Namjoon’s lap wearing nothing but his t-shirt and your underwear underneath. Which really isn’t your underwear but just some black shorts that you put underneath the shirt.

You spot Namjoon and the director conversing so you decide to make your way over to the bed by them. As you walk over, his manager glances and goes back to talking. You pay no mind to it but then, he does a double take with his eyes wide looking at your outfit and beauty. You cant lie, you do feel a little more confident than usual with this bedroom look.

‘‘ My goodness she looks stunning!’‘ His manager smiles, holding his hand out to greet you. You take his hand and do a courtesy greet due to the fact he’s older than you.

Namjoon eyes you up and down, smiling showing his deep dimples and pearly whites. Since when is he all flirty? Where is all this coming from? What’s getting into him?

‘‘ Yes she does. Are you ready?’‘

You nod your head, glancing at the properly messy bed. The director gives you guys one last look before heading over to his place right next to the cameras. Namjoon grasps your wrists as you both make your way to the bed, letting your ears listen to the instructions.

Namjoon gets into the bed first and then motions for you to sit on his waist. You bite your lip subtlety with your eyes not leaving his as you climb carefully over onto his lap. Your core almost inches away from him member, you don’t mean to brush a little too hard against him like that. The way he hisses and stifles his groan makes you feel apologetic.

Oh Namjoon, what is going on with you?

‘‘ I need you to try waking him up with little kisses on his cheek then down his chest.’’

Glancing down at his bare chest, you almost gasp at the muscles he has. Your mind completely had ignored it when you two were chatting with the director. Namjoon isn’t the kind to work out as much but he definitely prepared for this music video.

You nod your head just before Namjoon closes his eyes to fake his slumber. Leaning down after the director gave you two the green light, you smell his cologne which smells pretty good to say the least. The butterflies in your stomach flutter like no other when you start to leave butterfly kisses on his cheeks, making sure to kiss his dimples then trailing over to his neck.. then chest.

‘‘ Namjoon wake up smiling… right about now.’‘

His eyes flutter open with a smile landing onto yours which makes you smile right back at him.

‘‘ Interlock your hands and hold them up high.’‘

Both of you smile ear to ear and giggle at the awkwardness almost nearly as a real couple except you guys aren’t, and this isn’t real.

It was easy for you to act like you were in love with Namjoon due to the friendship you have with him. Ever since the boys were together in a group, you had connected easily with Namjoon. He has this friendly yet funny aura about him. He’s the sweetest guy you ever met, just before Hoseok. Namjoon was the one who made you feel welcomed and comfortable upon meeting the members for the first time, while you had dated Jimin.

His eyes roam over your body intimidated by the lack of proper clothing you have on. Soon his hands take over and start to roam your body from shoulders to waist. Namjoon often bit his lip as if was thinking of saying something, but doesn’t. At this point you didn’t know if the acting was real or not.

A day’s worth of shooting and this was it. You’ve moved locations just for this scene which is supposed to be in the middle of a vacant two way road surrounded by nothing but dust and a few trees. The last major scene. You had seen Namjoon rap his part repeatedly in different sets for him that did not include you. The dark clothing and light colored hair suited him just right.

The closing scene is the one left and ironically, it’s the make-out scene.

To your left, someone had started a bonfire to keep the staff warm as they converse about the scene and read through the scripts. You huff lightly as you get out of the chair instantly regretting it as the cold air hits your nearly exposed legs.

They’ve dressed you into a maroon skirt and a grey knit sweater that is fairly itchy paired with a knit infinity scarf. Your hair was let down to compliment your face.

‘‘ Yn!’’

You turn your head immediately over towards the direction of that voice. To your luck it’s Jungkook holding a big brown bag and two canisters of god knows what. But who trails after him makes your smile drop.

Jungkook smiles jogging towards you, almost slipping from being excited too see you. You open your arms fully to embrace his figure in which in return he provides.

“ Are you still mad at me?’’

You inhale the scent of him with a smile making sure to make eye contact with the one standing further away from him, “ No Jungkook.”

He lets go of your intertwined bodies and gives you one of his bunny smiles making you giggle at his excitement. “ I bought Namjoon and you some hot chocolate and plenty of rice-cake dumpling soup since you are working hard.”

‘‘ Thank you we will eat after this last scene okay?”

The cameras and lights are beaming down on you and Namjoon. It’s all or nothing at this point. The camera crew and director murmur a bit just before calling out that word. Action.

Namjoon looks slightly down at you with his glossy eyes. You challenge him back while not saying a word at all.

“ Are you comfortable with this?” He whispers. No, truth is you aren’t and have no desire in kissing him. To you, you feel like the kiss would make things a bit awkward for the both of you.

He’d been subtly flirting all day with you and of course you pick up on it everytime. It’s not like yourself to do such things with people you don’t have feelings for in a romantic way. Let alone, flirt with your ex’s band brother.

“ Yes.” It’s not like you have a choice to say no to it. You signed the contract, so you have to complete the entire scenes. Just your luck, Namjoon’s song begins to play in the background.

He leans in for a kiss with your face inches apart from each other. So close that you can feel his eyelashes brush against yours. He’s stalling you, making you try to be the one to start the kiss. A small smirk on his face when you oblige taking him into the kiss. Your lips move in sync with his with his hand on your face caressing your cheek. He thinks your lips taste like strawberry chapstick, but you think his tastes like mint.

Soon his tongue slips into your mouth to deepen the kiss. You can’t help but to let out a small whimper on accident resulting in Namjoon’s hand traveling to your waist and pushing you closer to him gently. Excitment takes over you, you haven’t felt like this in a long time. Maybe it’s the lack of dating or all the couple like things you did today, but you feel loved.

And cut! That’s a wrap everyone, please pack and get home safely.

You break away from Namjoon’s lips and chuckle at the sight of him with his eyes still closed and waiting for something to happen again.

“ Joonie we are done shooting.”

Namjoon’s eyes pop open with a smile, cheeks turning coloured from embarrassment. “ Ah really? Im sorry it’s just that i was too into the moment.”

The both of you thank all the staff for their hard work of day. While bowing to another staff, you make sure to look directly in the eyes of the friend that tailed along with Jungkook. Just as expected he looked pissed off. The sight of him biting the inside of his jaw gave you satisfaction. He fucking deserves it.

“ Can we all eat now? I brought thermal blankets and the bonfire the staff lit is still going..’’ Jungkook says, sitting onto one of the logs and placing the bag onto the ground.

“ We need to speak first.” You say, firmness taking over your tone. You aren’t going to let this slide. Why would he bring him here? After all that happened that night, you’re sure he told Jungkook.

He sighs and motions for Namjoon to start serving while he’s going to be gone. Namjoon gently smiles and approves just before going to sit next to Jungkook’s friend and starting a conversation.

The two of you, Jungkook and you, start walking away from the small gathering slowly. The moon shines bright down upon the both of you creating black silhouettes from behind.

‘’ I didn’t invite him. You know I wouldn’t do that after that whole situation-’’

You purse your lips and stop walking, “ So he just magically came? I didn’t tell him and I doubt that Namjoon told him.’’

‘‘ He found out Namjoon was having his video shoot and came to support him. He came late due to Isab-”

You shake your head, “ Don’t say anymore. Let’s just go back and not bring anything up. I don’t feel like speaking to him or causing drama Jungkook.”

Jungkook can tell that you’re disappointed but does not say a word all the way back. You keep eye contact away from Jimin as you sit next to Jungkook. The atmosphere is awkward for you but you know it isn’t for them.

You munch on a rice-cake dumpling not making a sound as the three boys talk amongst themselves.

You take this time to think. Why would Jimin come here if he possibly knew that you were the main girl? He just set himself up to be mad at this point. Why didn’t Isabel stop him from going, after all you are his ex.

“ Why aren’t you eating?’‘

You look towards that soft voice, plopping your dumpling down into your bowl of soup. The truth is, you actually aren’t supposed to be eating this at all. Seeing as though your modeling and appearance schedule is getting full you have to maintain a healthy figure once again.

‘’ I guess im not as hungry. I’ll make sure to take it with me if I don’t finish.’’

‘‘ Eat.’‘ Jimin says, not lifting his head up but voice firm.

You roll your eyes out of annoyance, “ Im not hungry Jimin.’’ You were, but you say it just to piss him off even more.

His chopsticks drop his dumpling into his bowl as he raises his head slowly. Anger is written all over his face but you over-power it by keeping a straight face. Part of you is mad that you said that but it’s the truth.

‘‘ Oppa. Im Oppa to you.” His eyes meet yours. You can’t help but notice that his are darker than average. You hated calling him that and he knows it. It’s cringey to you, but respectful in their culture.

He didn’t use to make you say it even while in a relationship, so you know he’s playing along with your little game.

Namjoon rubs the back of his head,‘‘ Hey guys let just eat okay? Yn you should eat more.’‘

‘‘ Rather not. My appetite is no longer here.” You shrug as you place the lid onto the container of your food.

Jimin rolls his tongue in the inside of his cheek while keeping a death glare on you. You don’t bother to pay it any mind at all. Jungkook lets out a breathy sigh as you gather your belongings to leave.

‘‘ Im taking my leave.’‘

You give Namjoon a hug first then walk over to Jungkook who hugs you really tight. You smile and give a peck onto his cheek.

‘‘ Text me tonight.’ He whispers into your left ear before letting his grip go. You nod your head and glance at an angry Jimin.

“ I’ll take her home.”

That sentence makes you stop dead in your tracks. What the hell does he think he’s doing?

“ I can get a taxi..”

Jimin finishes his food and throws it into the paper brown bag. Namjoon and Jungkook stare at him in disbelief. The veins on his neck are very noticeable as he makes his way over to you.

You watch in disbelief but angry with your eyebrows furrowed because they all seem to not be listening to you. “ I said I can get a tax-”

“ Yn just go with him. I will feel safer if you went with somebody you know.” Jungkook sighs, throwing him and Namjoon’s remaining trash into the bag.

“ Me and Jungkook have a lot of catching up to do. We’ll be at my house.” Namjoon catches onto Jungkook’s memo.

You roll your eyes as Jimin grabs your arm rougher than expected, dragging you along the vacant two way street to his parked Lamborghini.

You jerk away from him not wanting to be in his grip anymore. Jimin doesn’t say anything as he opens the car door for you. You stand there with your arms crossed refusing to go.

“ Yn you have until the count of three because honestly you are pissing me off. “

Your eyes land onto his with your eyebrows still furrowed in anger.

“ 1.”

You scoff at him. What are you a toddler?

“ 2.”

Yeah right. What could hap-

“ 3 ” Jimin grabs your arm tightly making sure to leave it red as he pushes you into the passengers seat. His cheeks turn a deep shade of red. slamming the car door behind you.

He doesn’t bother to put his seat-belt on before pulling off with Namjoon and Jungkook following behind him. You wince at the throbbing pain where he had marked you red. The soreness is already settling it’s way in.

“ Look..” He sighs, “I didn’t mean to.”

Tears fill the brim of your eyes. This isn’t the same Jimin you knew. He would never even think of hurting you like that.

“ Shut up just take me home.” Your voice cracks, tears slipping down your cheek as you try and massage the pain away.

You don’t say a word to him all the way there to your apartment building. The air is as thick as a slice of home-made cake yet neither of you decide to speak. That is until he decides to follow you out the car and up to your apartment, most likely to make sure you are safe getting in. You stop at the welcome mat that holds your home just beyond the door.

“ Jimin. Leave.” You whisper, audible enough for him to hear.

“ I don’t want to.”

“ I know you’re sorry. Just leave.”

You punch in your code, the date that you and him started dating. You open it enough for just your body to slip in but that doesn’t work. Jimin pushes the door open wide, letting himself in right behind you.

You don’t say anything at all. You remove your shoes as well as he does to. Clara greets you by rubbing her body against you. You don’t bother to pet her you walk past her and into the kitchen.

Pulling out your phone, you text Jungkook letting him know you got home safely. He immediately responds with a selfie of him and Namjoon with Soju in their hands. You can’t even laugh at the two silly boys.

A harsh cold object is placed on your right arm. You quickly look down to see Jimin’s hand holding an ice-pack against the area he harmed.

“ You didn’t tell me you would be the lead girl in Namjoon’s video.”

‘‘ We aren’t together anymore. I don’t have to tell you anything.”

That’s the truth. You two shouldn’t even be in the same apartment, let alone yours, right about now. His business isn’t yours anymore. Yours isn’t his anymore.

Jimin scoffs, “ You know I will always look out for you and look after you. I’ll be there anytime for you.”

‘‘ I feel as though that’s inappropriate. You have a girlfriend don’t cheat on her like you did me.” You remove his hand and hop onto the white counter-top.

“ How many times are you going to say it huh? I was wrong I know that. But why remind me of it?”

You look him dead straight into the eyes, “ Until you suffer for a year and some months don’t say shit to me.’’

There was a silence for a couple of minutes. Your eyes wander around your fairly neat apartment until he says something again.

Jimin sighs, coming in-between your legs placing his head on your lap. ‘‘ I don’t like this.. us.”

“ Clearly you didn’t because you cheated.” You snap back, pushing his head away from you only for him to go right back. “ That’s not what I mean and you know that.” His voice is soft, just barely above a whisper.

So what does he mean?

‘‘ Im saying that.. I don’t like you being this way and distant from me. I don’t like when you kiss other people. I didn’t like when you had to make-out with Namjoon. I don’t like not being able to talk with you. I don’t like all this anger and tension between us.”

Your mind is telling you this is a red flag but your heart aches for him to go on and say what you want him to say. Could this really be it?

“ The truth is, I do miss you. I miss us. I miss everything about us. I fucked up bad and I have to pay the consequences.” His hands snake around your waist tightly.

This is it. Finally.

You bite your lip and run your fingers through his hair softly. Small sobs can be heard from him and the wetness of your leg lets you know he finally broke down.

‘‘ Jimin stop that. Don’t cry.’‘

He shakes his head, ‘’ You don’t understand. She’s not like you but I like her. My heart is with you but my mind is with her. I don’t know what to do.’’

“ You can’t love two people at once. You know that. I refuse to get hurt again by you.” You keep your voice low making sure not to get angry with him. His head lifts up showing you his red face and puffy eyes.

You can’t help but to want to kiss the tears away. So thats what you do. You kiss all over his cheeks slowly one at a time. Yes you don’t want to get hurt again, but you want him to realize that what he did is still taking a toll on you all the while you crave him and his love more and more.

‘‘ Yn..” He whimpers, sniffling.

You shake your head to hush him up and move on to his lips. His sweet, soft lips connect with yours. He opens his mouth to deepen the kiss. Both of your tongues fight for dominance making you hold your breath to stifle your groan. This is wrong. He has a girlfriend. You kissing him would make you a hypocrite, so you break away the kiss though you don’t want to.

You sigh, lifting his head up again. Those brown eyes stare back up at you full of tears and sadness. Yet you can’t be fooled by your own mind. “ Jimin go back to Isabel. She’s probably waiting for you.”

You take his arm and lead him towards the door. He slips his shoes on without taking his eyes off of you. It hurt. It hurts a lot seeing him leave out the door each time he comes over. But you still need to face the fact that this isn’t your man anymore, he’s someone elses.

“ What if I don’t want to go back.”

You unlock the door for him and hold it open. ‘’ You can’t love two people at once.’’

“ Baby, just one last time..’’ He says, referring to the kiss you’ve shared earlier.

You shake your head no. Another kiss would surely lead to something more of a messy situation. “ When you make up your mind, you know my apartment well enough.”

And with that you shut the door behind him as your back slides down the door. You bring your hands to your hair and slip them in.

Maybe, just maybe, there could be a one last time with him.

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vemuabhi · 3 years

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Wish Over a Fountain

Hello this was inspired by @daonepiece art. I am linking it here (click) I had so much fun writing this. I hope you like it.

Crocodile X Reader

Word count : 3K

Warning: none. Its fluff

Likes/Votes, comments are really appreciated.

"I really want a boyfriend", you thought as you looked at the annoying couple walking on the street. Actually they weren't annoying but... you were just feeling grumpy at that moment.

You were sitting on the bench which was beside the fountain, in the park.

Remembering the myth that your friend told you about, you placed your hand in your pocket and took out a coin. Gripping the coin in your hand you walked towards the well. You closed your eyes tightly and wished.

'I want a responsible and a nice guy to be my boyfriend please', you thought before throwing the coin in the fountain.

A month passed by with absolutely nothing happening and you forgot about that fountain wish. But there was an arrival of a new boss, who apparently bought your company.

You sat down and opened your laptop. "Sir Crocodile", you typed and started to research who your boss was. As soon as you saw his pictures, your eyes opened wide. He was absolutely stunning. Very handsome.

You read about him and saw that he was a millionaire. 'I was living under a rock I guess', you thought as you read about him more.

On the day of arrival, everyone held bouquets and champagne. But you on the other hand, held the brown wooden box, which looked neat and classy.

The boss entered and everyone gave presents to him and he took them with a small smile, while he gave them to his secretary.

Hurriedly he went to his room as his secretary followed him with all the gifts in his hand.

Along with everyone you started to resume your work. Then unexpectedly, the phone on your desk rang. It was none other than the secretary who called you to come into the boss's cabin.

Nervously fiddling with your sleeves you entered the cabin of Sir Crocodile.

He had a the huge pile of gifts, yours included, beside his desk as he kept checking the paperwork. 'Already in work mode huh... must be a workaholic', you thought.

"I believe you are Y/N", he spoke and you took your attention position. He didn't even glance at you.

"Yes sir. Its me"

"Okay. I've already read most of the employees works and now Im thinking of speaking to you", he said as he looked into his drawer.

"Okay sir. So what can I do for you", you didn't know what the hell was going on or why he called you. Your palms started to sweat like crazy.

"I looked at yours and I found that...", he stopped and looked in another drawer. Trying to find something. The tension was going to roof level for you. But you maintain your calm.

"Sir, are you looking for something?", you asked as he looked at you for the first time.

"Ah, its nothing... I was just checking for my Cigar", he said running his hand through his hair.

"Oh. Pardon me sir. I think, you would like this", you said as you walked towards the gifts and took the brown wooden box in your hands, while his gaze stayed on you.

You turned towards him and gave him the box. He placed the paper in his hand down and took the box. He careful analysed it and opened it. It had cigars, which he liked.

He smiled as he looked at it. He took one cigar and thanked you. Placing the cigar in between his lips, he lit it using his golden coloured lighter. You didn't know if it was actual gold or not.

He looked at you again and said, "Like I was saying, I really liked your work" Giving you a peace of mind.

"Thankyou sir", you said with a smile.

"I want to ask you something", he took a puff and continued, "I want to know if there are any problematic clients. I wanna get rid of them as soon as possible", he ended.

"Oh. If you are asking about clients like that, we do have so many sir. Each group has some of them"

"Is that so... I want to you to, collect the list and get it to me", he ordered.

"Sure sir. I'll get you the list. So when do you want me to get it for you", you asked for which he replied with a simple tomorrow.

A few days passed and the new boss was actually wonderful. He got rid of the problematic clients and got new clients in their place. For which everyone was very grateful.

You slowly developed a crush on your handsome boss and tried to work harder taking him as the inspiration.

One night everyone left except for you. You wanted to finish the presentation and then leave. So you stayed back and made it. Little did you knew that the boss was also there.

"Y/N", you almost jumped up because of the sudden appearance of your boss beside you. He wasn't wearing his coat like usual, instead he had it over his shoulder as his fingers neatly held it from falling down. His hair which was usually set back, was now a bit messy. He was looking younger with his hair on his forehead. 'Damn. He is looking fine'

"Oh my! Sir you are here, I didn't know that", you said as you tried to calm your fast beating of your heart.

"Yeah. So... why are you still here? Its already 12", he said looking a bit worried as his fingers ran through his hair to set them back again like usual.

"What the hell?", you stopped admiring your boss. Looking at the time it was indeed 12. This means you missed your last train. The prices of cab are so high and you really hated to take a cab. Now as it was 12, the prices would make your wallet cry.

"Oh no... god", you sighed and slumped back in your chair.

"Why were you here?", he gained your attention once again.

"I was making this Presentation for tomorrow's meeting. So I kinda stayed back and worked on it", you showed him the file you were working on.

"You could have made it tomorrow", he said but he curiously leaned in to get a clear view of it. Looking at it carefully he placed his hand on the mouse to scroll calmly.

But you were freaking out. There was three reasons for that. One being what he'd say about your work, two that you had to sleep in the office and three him being close to you.

He was not touching you, had appropriate space, but still you could notice his cologne mixed with a slight sent of cigar. It felt... comforting and soothing for some reason.

"Y/N", his voice made you to come back to reality.

You looked at the screen. He pointed some mistakes which needed to be solved before presenting. You quickly realised what was wrong and began to correct it. He pulled a chair from the side and sat on it while you worked. He guided you on how to change some points.

Soon you two didn't even realise, but its already been an hour. After it was done he ruffled your hair and said, "Well done. I really like it".

"Thankyou for helping me sir", you blushed at his compliment. He got up from the chair and placed his coat on his hand.

"How are you going home?"

"I actually am thinking of staying in the office or else", you sighed and continued, "take a cab".

Both the options are horrible but the second was even more terrible.

He exhaled and said, "follow me", with that he started walking. You hurriedly got up and walked behind him.

"What happened sir. If you don't like it I'll not stay in the office", he suddenly stopped in his tracks and turned around to look at you.

"Its not because I don't like it. Its because its really uncomfortable to sleep here", he said and walked again.

"Then, I'll take a ca-"

"Just come with me", he interrupted you and you just followed him.

He walked towards his car and said, "come with me. You can stay at my house"

"Oh no. I don't want to be a burden"

"Your house if far. Thats why you are having second opinions about going in a cab. And its... really late. Its not that safe. So you are coming with me", he didn't even look at you and walked towards his car.

Yes he was right. You didn't want to take a cab home. And you didn't want to stay in office either.

You remember the last time you stayed there. The eerie silence made you half scared to death. But you still fell asleep. And saved money for cab.

You shook off those thoughts and went ahead and sat in the car. The car was well maintained. It looked like it was brand new. The jet black colour made it even more elegant while the golden coloured handles gave it a royal elegance. The seats were super comfy and the car was really cool.

There was absolutely no traffic and the ride was super smooth. The night lights seemed so beautiful. The ride was silent but it wasn't awkward. You looked out the window to see the beauty of the city. It was calm and seemed really pretty.

In 15 minutes, the car reached a high class building. The car was parked and you both got down. Crocodile lead you to a apartment door. He typed a number on the number lock and opened the door.

Entering the room you were met with a very elegant and beautiful house. The house was absolutely lovely. The tiles were cream colored and the walls were grey in color.

"Get in", he commanded and you obliged. As soon as you both got near the couch suddenly a big dog jumped on Crocodile. Crocodile chuckled as he started to pet the dog. That was beautiful. You thought it was a sight to see but then another dog came and then another... and another... and... in total there were 6 dogs.

6 dogs of totally different breeds just snuggled with crocodile. He patted every dog and then turned to look at you.

"Sorry to intrude sir but, I never knew you liked dogs", you said with a smile. His cheeks turned pink as he cleared his throat.

""You can use the 3rd room to sleep for the night", he said and you bowed.

'Was he flustered just now?', you thought as you went to the room assigned as crocodile kept the dogs busy, but a pug started to follow you.

You opened the door and saw that it was a huge room. It had the same grey Aesthetic to it but it was beautiful. The bed was neat and had white covers on it.

You removed your coat and hanged it on the coat hanger. You walked towards the curtain and opened it, only to see a stunning night view of the city.

The big door which was also a way to enter the balcony was very clean as if no one never touched it. Or someone cleaned it spot less. There was no way you could afford a place as beautiful and classy like this.

Then a bark made you to come back to reality. You turned and saw a small pug with big bright eyes staring at you. It was so adorable. You said hi to it and closed the curtains. You patted its head and then the dog left the room. You began to remove your belt and placed it on the desk beside the bed and plopped on the soft bed. It was so fluffy and amazing.

As soon as you closed your eyes, you fell asleep. The next morning, you woke up to something which felt like water on your cheeks. You opened your eyes to the same pug giving you morning kisses. Apparently you forgot to close the door and it came back. You chuckled and took him your arms. You looked at the time and it said it was 7am.

With the dog in your arms you left the room, only to find Crocodile on the couch with some dogs sleeping on him and other just roaming around the couch. He still was wearing the same clothes as yesterday as you.

You noticed how long and slender his legs were. The pug in your hands jumped and ran towards the couch and jumped onto Crocodile and slept on him.

You almost stopped a nosebleed because that was freaking adorable. Another dog started to lick crocodiles face and he woke up.

He woke up and patted its head lovingly. He turned his head to the side which faced you. His eyes opened wide with his cheeks turning 10X times red.

"Wha- What are you looking at? Go and get ready. We need to leave", he said which made you to run and do what he ordered.

You knew he said it because he was embarrassed as you saw him like that.

You quickly took a bath and again wore the same clothes before getting out.

You found Mr. Crocodile wearing a new suit and coat. With the dogs still playing around the house. You approached him and he looked at you and didn't say anything for few seconds. He actually thought you'd wear his clothes in the closet like the other people who come over. But you didn't.

But then instructed you to follow him. He took his keys and walked. Then suddenly the pug tugged on your jeans and you noticed it. You patted his head and waved bye to him. But as you were walking again it suddenly walked before you in a dangerous position. You managed yourself from stepping on the pug but you you couldn't help but to fall as now you lost your balence. You had your boss before you. He turned to look at you but it was too late.

You fell on top of him. You immediately got up and stuttered an apology.

He got up and dusted his suit but didn't scold you. "Its fine. Just be careful", he said as he walked towards the door and opened it. With a slight blush on his cheeks. You walked with him and towards the car and got into it.

"Not a word about what happened with the dogs", he said with his cheeks still pink.

"My lips are sealed", you said earning a sigh in return.

After reaching the office, your team gave the presentation of the project to your superiors and Sir Crocodile. Who already saw this already. But still listened to you.

The project was approved which really made your team very happy.

That evening your team went for celebrating the success of the project. You all drank, ate food and went home in a cab.

The next day, you woke up, with feeling the kisses of a dog on your cheek. You smiled and patted its head.

Looking at the room, it was the spacious and big bedroom in which you slept yesterday. Was yesterday repeating again? You didn't knew but you went to the living room to see if your boss was on the couch. He wasn't. So it wasn't yesterday.

"Maybe a dream", you thought and pinched your cheek very harshly. But the pain you felt was real and this was real. Why the hell did you again end up in your boss's apartment?

"Its not a dream you idiot", you heard a horse voice say to you.

Turning around you saw your boss in the coming to the living room with a coffee.

"Sir why am I in your house again?", you asked him as he approached you. The pug jumped from your hands and walked towards the couch.

Handing the cup to you, he sighed, "So you don't remember. Just like I thought", he said and walked towards the couch. You followed him.

"You were so drunk that, you called me, your boss instead of a cab and told me to pick you up from that bar", he ended.

'Should I dig a hole and die already?', you thought as you mentally slapped yourself.

"As your house was quite far away and I thought it would be best to bring you to here", he said sipping his coffee.

"Im really sorry for bothering you sir. Im so embarrassed", you said as you covered your face with your free hand.

"Just make sure that you won't drink till you lose your senses"

"Okay sir"

"Now drink the coffee before it gets cold"

"Thankyou", you said as you sipped the coffee.

You looked at the time and it was already 11 am. "OMG! Its already 11", you said but he calmly said, "Its Saturday"

You managed to embarrass yourself, Again...

But still, you received a smile from sir crocodile. It was enough for you.

Crocodile thought about the previous night when he carried you to his car as you spoke gibberish.

"You idiot. Don't ever drink like this. You are lucky because Im a good person", he said to you even though you didn't listen.

He was about to start the car then you said, "Hey man, I need to tell you something about my boss", you leaned closer to him.

He curiously listen to you on what you were about to say. "My boss he is so inspiring and is supportive of his employees. He is a good person", he smiled at what you said and you continued, "I have a crush on him and he has sexy legs. I don't know why I didn't notice them", you said and dosed off, leaving Crocodile blushing a red shade of crocodile. He leaned back in his seat and covered his face with one of his hands while the other stayed on the steering wheel.

"No one made me get flustered like you did", he said because he knew you were also sleeping.

Little did you know that the same day you wished for a boyfriend, he witnessed you wishing it.

XOXOXOXO

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nanamismoonchild · 3 years

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chapter 3- entrance

pairing: god!namjoon x goddess!reader

genre: fluff, angst, smut , greek god based au

warnings: this chapter is chill :D

wc; ~1.6k

Summary: You’re a beauty. He is handsome. You’re Life. He is Death. You love him. But does he love you? There’s only one way to found out. And it’s by being the Queen.

A/N: ngl im starting to love oc/reader persephone. what do yall think?

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The journey to the Underworld was quicker than you had imagined it would be. Possibly because of Jungkook rowing quickly across the Styx in a hurry to meet your demand. The ferryman was afraid of going any slower than he usually did in case you decided to feed him the other drachma that hung from your ear. It was not as pleasant as you expected it to be. You could hear the agonizing moans of the Wraiths who lurked around the river Styx. They were doomed to be there for at least one hundred years as a result of not being able to pay the dreaded fee.

The boat rocked back and forth, some of the water sloshing onto your feet. It was cramped and you could feel your backside begin to hurt from falling and from sitting on the bare floor of the dingy boat.

Thankfully, the ride was over soon. The blue man helped you off of the boat while Jungkook was forced to glance at everything but you. Probably because you were now wet and naked, something you hoped to remedy soon.

“The entrance to the Underworld is just beyond the hill. I’m afraid your friend will meet Hecate as soon as he crosses the threshold. I am very ashamed of how I treated you Persephone. I beg your forgiveness,” Jungkook’s hoarse voice pleaded. He knelt down in front of you and kissed your feet.

How sweet.

“I will think about it. I still have to meet your ruler. Where would he be located?”

“In the throne room. He’s usually always there. I-I will escort you there.”

“There are too many dead people waiting to be taken across. I will guide myself. A throne room should not be hard to find. Consider yourself dismissed.”

You took the blue man’s hand and marched towards the entrance to the Underworld. It was strikingly brighter than the rest of the domain. The symbol of Namjoon, a large cornucopia that spilled its bountiful contents while a scepter was embedded into it, was the golden highlight of the door. It was most definitely the only welcoming sight you had seen thus far.

You could hear growling on the other side.

Your mother had told you many stories of the land of the dead. They had been as dull as a well-used sword. The sheer boredom from listening to your mother tell the tales had put you to sleep as a child. Hearing the growls of the multiheaded dog named Cerberus, who guarded the entrance into the Underworld, made you wish you paid more attention to them. You had no idea how to pass the guard. Killing it was surely not an option. You had no plans to upset the God of the Underworld with any of your reckless behavior.

Unless it was in self-defense.

Cerberus’s growling became louder as you neared the golden door. The energy from the door was making the Blue Man shake with nervousness. You were shaking as well, but it was mostly from the cold air that wrapped around your naked body. Hopefully, someone in the castle would offer you something to wear. That or you’d simply just steal the clothes off of the nearest servant.

“How do you even open this door? It’s huge!” You exclaimed as the both of you stared at the door.

The Blue Man shrugged and gestured a pushing motion. He hadn’t spoken since the two of you dropped down into the Underworld. Perhaps he was afraid of you after the stunt with the ferryman. Good.

“You want me to push the door? By myself?” The Blue Man shook his head quickly. “That’s what I thought. We’ll push together on the count of three and once it opens, even a little, I want you to peek over and see if the guard is near. I do not have the time for running for my life in the Underworld.”

The Blue Man nodded again and placed his hands on the door, putting himself into a lunging position, prepared to push on the door with all of his ghostly might. You mirrored his stance.

“On three, one, two, three, push!”

Both of you pushed and immediately fell faces first into the threshold of the entrance. The door might have seemed heavy, but it was the entrance to the underworld. It was as light as a door to a home.

Groaning, you sat up on your knees and took a peek at your surroundings. Cerberus was nowhere to be seen but his growling could still be heard in the distance.

The door had spilled you and the blue man onto a pathway that forked into two paths. The ferryman had mentioned Hecate, and if you remembered correctly, the goddess ruled over crossroads among other things. The fork was obviously a crossroad but where was the goddess?

“Dear Persephone. There are many crossroads here in the Underworld. This is the one your little friend is supposed to see,” the goddess’s voice echoed as she appeared behind you.

You startled and swiftly spun around to face her. Hecate had a knowledgeable smile on her face.

“He knows what he must do. I have set up a nice set of decisions for him. He can choose to live and be reborn in Elysium. He has done many good things in his life. Or the other option is to live as a servant to Namjoon. Perfect right?”

“I do believe that is as fair as it comes. You are very generous.”

You turned towards the man who was turning a lot less blue. You could just make out his facial features. He was handsome for someone who lived poorly. His hair was nicely combed into a fashion that men wore these days-a side part that showcased his broad forehead. His jaw was set in thought as he pondered his decision. This was his fate.

He took a hesitant step towards the path as if he were weighing the benefits and outcomes of each path. You could only imagine what he could be thinking about.

He could be reborn, but what if his new life was even harder than the last. He wouldn’t remember his old family, his children, his wife. He would have to create new memories, good or bad, if the new life let him.

On the other hand, who knew what the ruler of the Underworld would have him do. He could live out his eternity behind in the castle walls, bowing to every command. He had possibly about the kindness Namjoon showed his servants and the freedom they were allowed. He only requested they complete their duties.

Could he live with that? Could he live with knowing that he would be allowed to remember his old family, and possibly see them in the future when they grew old or died an early death such as he did?

The man took several more steps before he was bounding towards the path that led to the right. And then he was gone.

“What a wonderful choice he made,” Hecate sighed dreamily at your side. She was holding a torch that had manifested in her hand as the blue man’s light disappeared.

“What choice did he make?”

“I cannot tell you, Persephone. But I do think you’ll find out soon. The throne room is just beyond that same path. I’m sure Namjoon is waiting for you. Goodbye.”

After answering and not answering your question, Hecate disappeared leaving only a white mist in her wake. Fortunately, she did leave the torch that floated in her place. Grabbing it, you straighten your shoulders and step into the same path the man had taken only moments ago.

The man had simply vanished but the path before you seemed to stretch on for the gods know how long.

“Of course, it would be hard for me. It isn’t my crossroad to walk on,” you muttered to yourself and continued on.

You were beginning to regret not turning around (a first for you) before you heard the murmuring of voices. You started running in the direction of the voices.

Please, please, please, let there be a fire or something. My body is on the verge of hypothermia.

The murmurs were becoming louder and you could make out a faint glow.

Finally. Finally.

You burst out into a crowded room. The murmurs had been coming from the servants who were surrounding something in the middle of the room. They were all dressed in a mix of black, white, and grey clothing. There was a fire near where you had come from, so you snuck over to get a little warmth and to eavesdrop.

“Oh wow. Someone new!”

“He could take over my extra duties.”

“No mine!”

“Why did someone so handsome choose to become a servant?”

“Everyone, shush! Our King is coming.”

The crowd quieted down as loud but calculated footsteps resounded through the room. Everyone was holding their breath, including you. You had never met Namjoon in person as he preferred to stay in his domain.

Nothing prepared you for the man in front of you. Your mother had always made it sound as if he were the most average man alive.

He was nothing like that. Namjoon was exceptionally darker than the proposed pale that your mother had told. He held himself with an aura of royalty.

Namjoon made his way up to his throne where he stood tall and proud in front of his audience.

“We have a newcomer today,” his deep tenor resonated through the room, “Please come up and introduce yourself to me before I sit.”

The man who you had journeyed with kneeled before Namjoon. He was dressed in the servant’s clothing and his brown hair was pulled back into a bun.

“My name is Kim Seokjin. And it was an honor to serve you today, by leading the woman who you have been desiring to you.”

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violetnotez · 3 years

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Its Chirstmasssssssssssssssssssssssssss!!!! I finished this up all last night, so I hope this is at least coherent!

This is for the BNHA Hangout Christmas Collab! Here is a link to future masterpost for the fics for the event!

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Shoto x reader | one shot

Word Count: 1.5k+

Warnings: cussing

Synposis: When Shoto realizes you’ve been particularly lonely without him during the holiday season, he decided to get you an extra special gift

the music collection | buy me a ko-fi! | requests open for haikyuu+jujutsu kaisen

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“Shoto-do you really have to go?”

You asked, a pout on your lips as you gazed at your boyfriend.

You were still cuddled up in your shared bed, the heat from Shoto’s skin already dissipating out of the sheets.

You pursed your lips, sitting up crossed leg as You watched him slide each button of his shirt sleeve into their slots, his washed, bi colored hair slightly wet from his shower.

“You know it’s not fair to look that good and then just leave,” you gave him a fake, stern look, earning a small smirk from the man.

He continued working up the shirt, looking sleek yet-well-delicious.

Shoto was just too handsomr for his own good-sharp jawline, perfect skin, piercing bi colored eyes, not to mention his amazing body….sometimes you had to wonder how you were able to get such a flawless man to end up with you.

He finished with his other sleeve, peeking a look at you as he slicked his hair back with his right hand, the strands mixing and framing his face perfectly,

why’d he have to look that good?

“It’s not as if I want to leave, dear-but I do have work,”

You cuddled deeper into the sweatshirt you were wearing, your hands dissappearing in the sleeves.

“But you’re always working-you cant take one day off?”

Shoto chuckled at your obvious neediness, making his way over to where you were sitting. He leaned across the bed to be in front of your sulking form, brushing a piece of your bed head from your face as he laid a gentle kiss on your lips.

“Evil doesn’t take a day off love,”

“Why do you always have to be so-so stoic all the time,” You giggled, playfully placing your hand on his chest and pushing him back.

Even though you and Shoto had been living together for over a year now, it never ceased to amaze you how much the man worked. After working at an agency after UA, Shoto had been incredibly busy-and being the #3 hero, you could see why. If it wasn’t a late night call, he was patrolling, interviewing sidekicks, training, teaching students on their hero studies, interviewing with magazines….he always had something to do.

You couldn’t get mad at him though-he had warned you in the beginning, but you were also accustomed to the hero life as well- well, somewhat.

You had gone to UA to be part of the hero suit course, and had become suit designer for the top heroes (hence how you met Shoto). You witnessed day in and day out how difficult it truly was to be a hero, even if you weren’t one yourself, so you didn’t mind when Todoroki was gone all the time. Yes, it got lonely at times, especially during the holiday season, but you made sure to keep a smile on for him.

“Don’t forget, I did take Christmas off,” Shoto gave you a small grin, his bicolored eyed searching to please you.

You smiled back, your heart thumping out of your chest as you poked him gently in the chest.

“After I asked you too,” you corrected, a teasing tone in your voice.

-And thank god too, I would have so lonely by myself,” you tried to chuckle at your remark, making the situation light.

Shoto knew you too well though-something about your voice didnt sound as happy and light as before. When you joked with him, your laughs were more cheerful and your smile was brighter-but something about you right now felt strange...as if you were holding something back from him.

Shoto’s grin turned into concern, his digits cupping your cheeks gently and guiding your eyes to look at his.

“Have you been feeling lonely lately?” He asked bluntly, your eyes growing wide.

Man-you couldn't hide anything from him.

You chuckled nervously, looking to the side, guilt beginning to fill your chest.

“I-I, no, it’s fine, really, I was only kidding,” you chuckled, your voice taking on a higher pitch.

“You don’t seem to be kidding,” Shoto bite the side of his lip, trying his best to make eye contact with you, “if you want to tell me something, you don’t have to be afraid.”

“Be afraid of the number three hero-“ You rolled your eyes playfully, a soft smirk on your lips, “-never.”

Shoto gave a small grin, worry still in his eyes. He knew something was strange about you lately, the way you seemed to be always craving for him. He hated to admit it, it boosted his ego somewhat to have you were so desperate for his touch- but he knew it wasnt healthy for you to be always missing him.

With him being a pro hero, he had quite alot more duties than most could imagine- which sadly left little for him to indulge in his own personal life. Shoto felt deeply lucky to have someone like you who understood his busy schedule, never batting an eye when he had to cancel yet another date or leave you by yourself on countless nights...but it still left a gnawing sensation of guilt sitting in his stomach.

“Im fine Shoto,” your voice broke into his thoughts, your tone gentle and sweet like a sun kissed cloud, “really.”

Shoto sighed, his thick lashes fanning his cheek. You were stubborn at times, especially when you wanted to reassure him-which only affirmed that you really werent feeling all that great as you said you were. But Shoto didnt want to push it any further- maybe you were really okay, and he was overthinking it….and he was going to be late if he didnt leave soon-

“Go kick some ass for me, kay?”

you gave him a wide smile, placing another quick kiss on his lips.

Shoto blinked a few times, a rush of adrenaline filling his body as he felt your skin against his. His lips tingled from the agonizingly quick touch-he took it upon him to give you a deeply intense kiss, the rush making you breathless.

Shoto pulled away, his eyes having the rarest glint of mischief as he stared back into yours

“Of course love,”

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“Ya ready Shoto?” You grinned, your body snuggled into your comfiest pair of pajamas and your fingers warmed by a hot cup of cocoa.

Christmas Day has finally came, and thankfully, Shoto kept his promise-he would be staying the whole day with you with no interruptions.

You were just so excited to finally have one day to selfishly love your boyfriend, and on a holiday too!

The room almost felt surreal-it was early morning, the Christmas tree you two decorated light up like a Star, class Christmas music playing in the background, homemade cookies littering the apartment in a sweet aroma and the room in a romantic warm haze of lights.

It just felt so unbelievable perfect and comfortable, Shoto looking sheepishly excited and nervous.

“I think you should go first,” you smiled up at him as he sat down next to you, black coffee snuggled into his hand (in a DynaMIGHT mug, of course gifted to him by the hero himself).

Shoto bit his lip, seemingly trying to hide a smile as he set his mug down on the coffee table.

“Not to be rude love,” he grinned, his hands gently grabbing a large box from under the tree. The paper was a shiny golden hue, snowflakes on the paper reflecting like glitter from the lights on the tree. He slide the box against the wooden floor, being strangely gentle with the contents.

“But my gift cant wait.”

Your eyebrows were knitted together, a confused grin on your lips.

The box was pretty big-what did he get you now?

Shoto never seemed to give you endlessly expensive gifts, having no concept of what was considered fancy or exorbitant- trips to places you could only dream of, hefty amounts of clothes and jewelry, merchandise from your favorite shows...hell you had to talk him out of buying you a car one time-this guy would drop anything to get you whatever you wanted.

And that made you guilty as hell whenever he did-so what did he give you this time around?

Your mind was racing as you looked at the box, trying to read whatever he was thinking about on his face.

“I swear to god Shoto if you bought me that expensive gaming system-“

He chuckled at your obviously guilty face, shaking his head as he smiled.

“No, no it’s nothing like that-“ he said, giving you a mischievous grin, “I think you’ll like it much better than that.”

You blinked a few times, your mind going completely blank.

What could be better than a PS5, Xbox, or Switch?

You looked down at the box, feeling strangely nervous as you obeyed Shoto’s wishes, slowly opening the top lid….until it rustles.

The box.

Moved on its own.

You squeaked out in surprise, your hands slamming the barely opened lid back down and looking at Shoto for help.

He had never seen you look so adorably confused in his life, a rosy hue on his cheeks as he looked at you with a loving expression.

“It’s okay,” he whispered reassuringly as he wrapped his hands nervously around yours.

You felt him guide your hands up, you both now lifting the lid off the large box.

Shoto took it and placed it gently on the ground, sitting back to watch you look into the box.

The box rustled again, your mind so utterly confused….what could make a box do that?

“Shoto I-“ you tried to ask, but all he did was nod to the box, signaling for you to just look.

You did as you were told, getting on your knees to peer inside…

A gasp left your lips, your heart beating out of your chest as you looked inside at the sweet little baby kitten playing with their bowl of yarn in the box.

“Hi baby,” you cooed in awe at the little baby, your hands scooping them out and snuggling them to your chest.

They were so soft and warm, their fur as white as a snowball with rosy pink paws.

“Oh my god-Shoto-you really didn’t- are they really-?” You were in such a state of shock, you couldn’t seem to form any coherent words as you looked at your sheepish boyfriend.

“I-I didn’t know exactly what to get you...but after seeing how much you missed me throughout the day, I thought it was fitting to get you a companion for when I’m gone,” he smiled, his digits nervously fidgeting in his lap as he waited for your approval.

You petted the little creature on your chest, it’s big doe eyes staring at you with such confusion you couldn’t help but giggle.

“Shoto…it’s perfect,” you smiled at your boyfriend, leaning in to plant him a kiss on his lips.

You giggled at his expression, clearly not expecting your show of affection as his cheeks turned a fiery red.

“I-I’m glad to here that,”

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yuu-says · 3 years

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cries this all started because of zhongli’s tattoos- how did i end up with an almost fully structured royalty au for zhongli and xiao pLEASE IM PERISHING 😭😭 might mess around and write a continuation of this one day umu we shall see uwu i say like i don’t have a draft already written oops-

As always, i’ll be cross-posting to my ao3 acc! uwu

Pairing : Zhongli/Reader

Word count : 1002

Summary : In the confines of his room, atop the comforts of his bed, Zhongli indulges himself in the warmth of another - arms wound around their waist as their hands roamed his back, tracing the patterns etched into his skin as he melts into the embrace. He wondered if he could ever experience such a thing again.

Zhongli sighed in content as he felt fingers run across his back, lightly tracing the patterns etched on his skin as he buried his face in the crook of their neck. He inhaled deeply, the scent of soap and herbs filling his senses as their hair lightly tickled his face. The hands stuttered, the person in his arms tensing considerably as their face flushed even further.

When _______ was tasked with looking over the prince’s wounds some weeks ago, they hadn’t expected him to be so… affectionate? Touchy? Demanding…? With them. Royals rarely mixed with the common blood afterall. And certainly not in the way that _____ was now- with their knees planted on either side of the prince, arms wrapped around their midsection to keep them in their place; in his lap, where he felt they belonged.

Flustered, the (h/c) tried to pull back - trembling hands grazing over his skin before it settled lightly on his shoulders. There was a groan of discontent from the man as they pushed him away, their heart pounding a million miles a minute as his amber gold eyes lazily look up at him. His grip on their waist tightened and _____ just about felt their throat constricting due to the action.

“Y-Your highness, I-” their eyes widened as Zhongli tilted his head, the same barely readable expression settling on his face as he patiently waited for them to speak. Meanwhile, ______ was having the time of their life. Dying. They averted their eyes away from him but found they didn’t know where to look - the man was naked from the waist-up afterall!

I was trained to upkeep the castle, not for!! this!!

The prince watched their gaze flitter and flicker about - once settling on his chest before quickly roaming around the room again. They took great care to avoid meeting his eyes - quickly averting their gaze if they so happened to meet his and, finally, they settled upon staring out the nearby window. He watched their jaw tightening as they contemplated their next move, the ever-present flush of their cheeks making him want to press his lips against their skin.

He knew it wasn’t his place.

With the power imbalance between the two, it would be wholly unfair to them if he were to exert his dominance as such.

But he couldn’t help it.

A silent gasp tore itself from their throat as the prince did what he sought to do - pressing his lips on the underside of their jaw as his hands tightened around them. He knew, with his injuries healing, it would only be a matter of time before the young (h/c) was to go about their daily tasks once more; them falling into a routine where Zhongli would seldom see them again.

Just like before.

“M-My prince…!” they all but squeaked, the flush of their cheeks gaining a darker shade as they leaned back - trying to create space between the two without falling off the prince’s lap. They covered the place his lips had touched, their hands visibly trembling at the sudden action.

Cute.

“I… I don’t think it’s appro-!… appropriate for you to be doing this, your highness…!” the words could barely leave their tongue as the (h/c) closed their eyes in embarrassment. Their head spun, trying to process the actions of the regal and silent prince; had he always been like this? None of the castle staff who had interacted with him had ever brought up such tales??? Of course, ______ had seen him during balls and social conducts and such- but those were acts reserved for people of similar standing were they not?!

As they were busy dying inside their brains, the black-haired prince simply stared at him - affection filling his gaze as he smiled softly. He pondered for a moment if he should get strike down again just so he can request his mother to let them be his caretaker again. She had taken it well the first time he’d requested it, maybe she wouldn’t be so suspicious of a second?

“Forgive me,” he chuckled in that deep soothing baritone of his, his thumb drawing patterns on the small of their back as he rested his forehead against their shoulder. He could feel himself trembling slightly at the proximity, a contact he had longed for ever since they had caught his attention all those years ago.

He just didn’t expect his curiousity to lead to affection. And then to deep love.

“If it does not trouble you, please let me stay like this for a while longer. It would please me… if you could humour this one request,” he was so at peace - so, so at peace… and who was ______ to say no? They watched silently as he breathed deeply, shoulders falling as he fell into a state of relaxation with them in his arms.

For a moment, they feared he would hear their heart - beating erratically and painfully against the cage of their chest; unaware that his heart was reacting exactly the same.

Zhongli shuddered, biting back a whimper as he felt their hands grazing across his back once more - hesitant fingers lightly trailing against the patterns on his upper body as another settled upon his shoulder. That, he gripped, lifting his head so that he may make eye contact with them once more as he guided their hand to his cheek, lips brushing against the inside of their palm as he looked at them affectionately. He enjoyed the flush of their cheeks once more, drinking in their appearance and etching it into memory - to remain in his heart until the day he breathed his last.

“Thank you, my gem,”

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motherjoel · 4 years

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technicalities (spencer reid x fem!reader)

summary: garcia invited the team over for a party at her house to celebrate your birthday- you’re all sucked into games of truth or dare and 7 minutes in heaven

a/n: this is kinda short but just something i felt like writing rn lmao.

wc: 1.4k

“Alright, circle up my fine furry friends!” Garcia yelled, ushering everyone from their comfortable positions on the couch to her floor, forming a lopsided circle. You were all sufficiently under the influence to celebrate your birthday, which had been a surprise party planned and hosted by none other than Penelope Garcia herself. The whole team was invited, and they were glad to finally be able to let go for just one night. You settled between Emily and Spencer- Emily was a few drinks ahead of you, but Spencer still had his wits about him (he was most definitely not sober, however).

“What game are we playing now, baby girl?” asked Morgan, slinging his arm around Penelope as he settled on the floor. Derek could hold his drinks pretty well, but he was definitely buzzed.

“We are starting with truth or dare,” she said as she began to explain the rules like you were a group of teenagers. “I’ll start with asking the birthday girl and she can choose who to ask from there,” she said like a giddy high schooler. You sighed, taking a long sip from your drink before preparing yourself to be embarrassed by whatever Penelope had in store. “So, Y/N, truth or dare?” she asked with a smirk. You could feel everyone's eyes on you, paying special attention to Spencer’s, which were boring into the side of your head.

“Dare,” you smirked, feeling the alcohol give you a bit of courage.

“I dare you,” she started, grabbing an empty wine bottle from behind her, “to switch shirts with whoever this lands on,” she giggled before spinning the bottle. There was no point in arguing with her- once you committed, you were committed. The bottle spun for a few seconds before landing on Morgan, who was wearing a simple black button up. He looked at you, eyes gazing down to your skin tight v-neck floral top. You couldn’t help but laugh.

“Oh god,” said JJ with a giggle, as the two of you stood up. You began to walk to the bathroom to change before Morgan started to unbutton his shirt, greeted with whoops and hollers from the girls, Rossi and Hotch averting their eyes. Spencer's gaze was locked on you.

“Okay, if we're doing it that way, I’m game,” you laughed, pulling your shirt over your head, leaving you in only your bra and jeans. The girls whooped once again, and Hotch coughed, him and Rossi refusing to look your way. Spencer immediately looked at his hands- he felt bad seeing you like this, especially if you were under the influence. You tossed your shirt to Morgan and he handed you his.

“Don’t rip that,” you warned him as he tried his best to squeeze it over his head.

“Hey, you too,” he pointed at you, who was currently swimming in his button up. Everyone laughed as you sat back down, in the same position next to Spencer.

“Is it safe?” Rossi asked, his head in his hands.

“Yes, yes, you don’t have to be afraid of being seduced by Morgan. I know you’re worried about that,” said Emily, finishing her glass of wine.

“Hey, he’s had a million wives- maybe he should give husbands a try,” said JJ, who was most definitely sloshed. You looked to Spencer, who had been awfully quiet the entire night.

“It’s my turn to ask, right?” you looked to Garcia for confirmation and she nodded. “Okay, Spencer. Truth or Dare?” you asked as the blush rose on his cheeks.

“Truth,” he answered, taking a slow sip from the drink in his hands. You thought for a moment before deciding.

“When’s the last time you’ve had a crush on someone?” you asked, totally not for yourself. He blushed and looked at his hands and you could feel your heart drop a bit- he did already. And you doubted it was you.

“Uh, I do now,” he confessed, as Morgan shouted “you dog!” and Penelope gasped with as much drama as she could conjure.

“Oh my gosh. Spencer Reid, spill!” Penelope laughed, pointing a finger at him. Suddenly, everyone was focused on him.

“That wasn’t the question! Technically, my turn is over,” he defended himself, putting up his hands.

“Spencer Reid, always with the technicalities,” you said, ruffling his hair. He ignored his heartbeat picking up in his chest. He sat in silence for a few moments, expectant eyes on him. “It’s your turn now,” you whispered in his ear, sending a shiver down his spine.

“Oh, uh, JJ. Truth or dare,” he said.

“Dare!” JJ shouted, without realizing how loud she was being.

“Okay, uh, I dare you to…” he struggled to think of something before you whispered an idea in his ear, sending a familiar shiver down his spine. “I dare you to play a round of spin the bottle,” he said, feeling your arm pressed against his body. It was probably a mistake he thought- you probably didn’t realize you were touching him. You did.

“Okay, someone hand me a bottle,” JJ said, taking the empty wine bottle from Garcia and spinning it, having it land on Emily. They both shrugged before pecking each other on the lips. Hotch sighed, shaking his head in amusement. Rossi had been focused on his whiskey most of the night. You had played a few more rounds before everyone had run out of dare ideas- Derek had since rid himself of your shirt, opting to play shirtless (you were actually quite comfortable in his button up).

“Okay, next up is seven minutes in heaven!” Garcia squealed, receiving mixed responses. Emily and JJ cheered, Spencer gulped from next to you, Morgan looked extremely ready, and Rossi and Hotch had retired to the kitchen for some more sophisticated conversation.

“Okay, since it’s Y/N’s birthday, I will be giving her the honor of first person in the closet,” Garcia said, as if she was doing you a favor. “I will be choosing the next person at random,” she said, closing her eyes and spinning around with an outstretched finger before landing on Spence, who was wide-eyed and even more red than before (if that was possible).

You stood up and reached your hand out to grab Spencer, which he reluctantly took. You guided him into the dark closet, Emily following you both and slamming the door behind you (not without making her fair share of kissy noises first).

“Be safe, you kids,” you could hear Rossi yell from the other side of the door. You both sat down across from each other, sitting in silence for a moment.

“So… I’ve never played this before, obviously. Do you… um, do you know the rules?” Spencer asked- he had a pretty good idea of what you were supposed to be doing, but he didn’t want to be too forward.

“Well, technically, we’re supposed to hook up or something. But you obviously don’t wanna do that Spence so we can just sit and… talk, if you'd like,” you told him in the darkness. His heart swelled at your compassion for his need for space- and he swore it was the alcohol- but before he knew it his hands were on the sides of your face, his lips pressed firmly on yours. He pulled away after a moment when you hadn’t reciprocated the kiss. “I’m sorry, I think im drunk,” Spencer said, and although you couldn’t see his face, you could hear the disappointment in his voice.

“Um, never apologize for that. I was just shocked, I’m glad you did... that,” you confessed. Spencer took this as an invitation to lean back in- it was, and you had the same idea. Your lips met in the middle, moving with perfect synchronicity. You moved to straddle him, tugging on his hair as his hands rested on your waist- you had never felt such fire and passion in a kiss before, and before you knew it you had lost track of time. The closet door had been swung open by Morgan, who was next to Garcia (of course she had her phone recording and ready). The whole team gasped as you looked up from your position on Spencer’s lap, both of you breathing heavily and red-faced.

“Happy Birthday to Y/L/N,” teased Hotch, standing with the rest of the team who all had similarly shocked faces.

“Well, I definitely don’t want that shirt back,” Derek laughed.

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voltagesmutter · 4 years

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Jumin x MC - Pet Play.

Pairing: Jumin x MC (F).

Fandom: Mystic Messenger.

Prompt: Sensory Deprivation || Pet Play || Licking

Warning: Dark domination, Twisted themes, Oral (female and male), vaginal sex, forced orgasm, pet play, internal cum-shot, daddy kink, possessive Jumin.

Extreme twisted and dark theme’s, please do not read if uncomfortable.

Day three of Kinktober, including prompts from @xxsycamore

Thank you to the amazing, @truth-be-told-im-lying, @hifftn and _Quiche_ for beta-ing for me 💛

Elizabeth. It was a name she loved as a child, making her feel regal and holding a high standard of elegance. As an adult it was a name she came to despise.

“My naughty Elizabeth, trying to run away again! I won’t be so kind to you this time, you’ve upset me for the last time” Since that day her life has been a living nightmare, entrapped in the penthouse of the man she once loved. Her life, her freedom, her everything now stripped away. Her only purpose was to serve. But not as a worker or an employee, but as Jumin’s new beloved pet, Elizabeth.

She spun around once more in the mirror, ensuring her outfit was perfect: a white lace bralette with matching crotchless panties, knee high white stockings, a lace trimmed collar with a bell and white ears intertwined in her hair. If she wasn’t his perfect little kitty, there would be hell to pay.

Jumin controlled everything. Ever since Elizabeth the third had run away he refused to let anything he loved slip away again, turning his lover into his pet. He morphed her into a real life fantasy, even turning her brunette hair, white to keep the memory of his once favorite girl alive. She was his Elizabeth, one that would never see the chance to leave him, he simply wouldn’t allow it and would do anything and everything in his power to stop her from leaving. Even if it meant tying her to the bed for days on end, chaining her ankles to the floor, hiring 24/7 security to patrol the outside of the penthouse, removing pesky ‘friends’ from the RFA who tried to steal her away. Jumin has the power to control it all and that is simply what he does.

The red talons of her nails brushed over Jumin’s latest obsession, a butt plug with a furry white tail attached to the end that came down to her knees. He was kind enough to only demand she wear it when he came home from work and a few hours around the house, especially when he was about to have his way with her. It was hard to put it in herself, but after he demanded she learned so she could do it whilst getting ready, allowing him to come to his “perfect pussy”. It was especially hard with the nails she had on, long deep red acrylics which he made her get every two weeks – the only interaction she has ever had with anyone other than Jumin – although she was tied to the chair whilst two women worked on her hands and there were no conversations or eye contact between them as they did their jobs, and left after being paid a hefty amount of hush money to bid their silence.

She stared at herself in the mirror, not even recognising the reflection in it. Her normal hazel eyes now aqua blue from the contacts, a perfect real life representation of the long-gone cat. The red lipstick staining her lips, a personal favourite touch of Jumin’s, infatuated to see his body covered in her rouge marks. She was a pet Jumin would be able to control forever.

“Oh Elizabeth,” he called out followed by the shutting of a door, Jumin back home already from the few hours he now spent at the office. “Oh, there you are my pretty girl,” he hummed with an outstretched hand as she made her way quickly into the living room. Pathetically she rubbed her hand against his palm, an action she knew he loved. He grinned in approval to see her so submissive, giving her a kiss on the cheek before stepping back to admire her. “My beautiful girl, you.”

“Now,” the sound of his belt un-clinking as she watched him undo it, leather being pulled from looping holes, “Daddy’s had a rough day, make it better for me, pet.” Without a word she dropped to her knees, unfazed to see his cock already hard as he freed it from his trousers, throbbing in his hand as cum, gleaming white already ran down it. He’d been thinking about this moment since he woke up.

Wrapping a hand around his base, she leaned forward to dart her tongue out, kitten licking the head like one would do with a bowl of milk. A groan of approval was met from Jumin, dark eyes fixed on her every moment. Slowly parting her lips, he guided his head into her mouth before thrusting, too impatient to wait, desperate to feel her lips around him. The stretch around him still makes her gag, a man with a dark secret and an eye-watering size cock to match.

“Oh god, Elizabeth,” his hands fisted roughly into her hair, jerking his hips forward as he pushed more of him into her mouth. The blue of her eyes glossed over with tears as she peered up beneath her thick lashes to catch his eye, lips puckered out as he watched more of his cock disappear into her mouth. “I go crazy when you do this, and you know that…” He groaned as if she was in control of the situation.

Saliva pooled at the corner of her mouth, every few thrusts out, it would follow along his meaty thickness and drool down her chin, leaving her chin slicked by the time he began to throb in her mouth. “Good girl, Elizabeth,” he repeated over and over, clutching her hair tighter as he threw his head back. She exhaled through her nose as he pushed her head down until his whole cock was buried into her mouth, lips pressed tightly against his base as she gagged repeatedly. Airway constricted from his movement; regardless of how often he made her deep throat him, the sheer size of his makes her throat constrict and leaves her slightly headed. A weak hum of urgency came out from her as Jumin kept her head in place, shallowly thrusting in a fast pace. Until finally he pulled away, leaving her gasping as a thick trail of saliva from her lips and his head broke apart. Spit mixed with slight pre-release dribbled down her mouth and onto her breasts which heaved up and down, a dark flush of pink upon her skin making the innocence of the white lace stand out more.

“Such a good girl,” Jumin praised. “Keep being a good kitty like that, Miss Elizabeth, and Daddy will make you purr loudly, I promise,”. A twisted smile fell on his face to see her not resisting him, no energy left to push his buttons as Jumin would always win. There was no use in fighting it and if she just does as he says the reward would be worth it all. She knows that much already.

“We should take this to the bed but… I want to stay right here,” Jumin said, undoing his black tie, throwing his jacket and pin-striped shirt to the floor, leaving him fully exposed to her. He held out a hand to help her off her knees, instantly pulling her into his embrace as he kissed her softly. Jumin was always gentle with her regardless of the situation, he wanted to love her, to bring her the highest of pleasure. Hurting her was never his intention. “You even managed to do this all by yourself,” he whispered into the shell of her ear, licking it as his hands travelled down to the globe of her ass, cupping it and spreading her cheeks slightly to reference the tail-plug within. “What a good little kitten I have, I think you deserve a reward.”

“Jumin…” She pressed her hands to his chest but he cut her off.

“Shh, my little kitten, just let Daddy pleasure you and then I promise I’ll give you your favourite treat.'' His thumb rubbed around her lips, smudging the red lipstick in a messy manner.

With that she found herself on the floor, back pressed against the opulent rug threaded from the finest silk of the world, with Jumin’s head buried between her thighs. The underwear and stockings she had worn lay in tatters nearby, Jumin physically ripping them from her body in a much needed attempt to be one with her skin. Bites of red and purple trailed down from her collarbone, a swirling pattern over her breasts and stomach before finally stopping at her sex. She couldn’t stop herself from getting lost in the pleasure, the tickling of his black hair upon her thighs which had hooked over his forearms allowing him to hoist her lower half up closer to his face. Moans and soft whimpers fell from her mouth, growing louder and louder to please him, knowing if she didn’t she’d find her wrists tied to the bed with Jumin edging her until he felt satisfied that she’d learned her lesson.

“Hush now, kitten, Daddy will give you what you need.” His breath warm against her core as he pulled his lips away from it, a thick string of arousal breaking their connection and dripping onto the floor. Two fingers entered her sex whilst his tongue stroked an ‘x’ over her clit in a rapid manner. And just like that-

-“Jumin!” Fingers grasping and tugging onto his hair, her back arched off the rug in an erotic display as she came. His movements never ceasing, he pulled his fingers out to replace them with his tongue, thrusting his hips into the air every time he felt her pulse through his muscle, tongue swirling and licking the inside of her trembling walls until she whimpered with over-stimulation.

Her rouge lipstick smeared around her mouth and across Jumin’s as he forced his tongue into her mouth while he pressed himself on top of her, letting her taste herself upon him. A ‘good girl,’ Jumin praised her when he finally pulled himself from her as she automatically turned around onto her stomach, raising her hips and pushing her knees up, keeping her chest pressed flat to the rug.

“My perfect girl, my beautiful, beautiful girl,” he cooed softly, his words full of his love as he knelt behind her, the flat of his palm tracing up her back and over her ass, giving it a playful pat. He loved her ass, he loved watching his cock disappear into her folds as he took her from behind, the ripple of it as his hips slammed against it.

“My tight, wet little pussy.” His hand dipped below and gave her sex a little slap causing her to hiss, a dark chuckle came from Jumin as he used his other hand to stroke himself to the sight. He pressed the head of his cock against her ass, leaving a glistening streak upon the round on her skin.

“And it’s only for me.”

He positioned himself, gripped her waist and slowly sank into her. Letting the thickness of him stretch her walls, slowly letting his cock drag against the tightness of her as he pushed in further. A raspy, “Oh Elizabeth…” spewed from his mouth and heat filled her as he spilled inside her; slowly pulling his cock back to the head before thrusting it all back in. This often happened, Jumin finding a release within seconds of entering her, his effort to fill her with as much as he could. Jumin wasn’t ready for ‘baby kittens’ or ‘a litter’ as he often said, ensuring his ‘lover’ was on birth-control so he could fill her over and over again without the result of a child. He wasn’t ready to share his Elizabeth, not even with his own kin.

Even after he came, he was still solid – a curse and a blessing for the young girl. Jumin wouldn’t stop until she came at least four times, but he could go for a few good-long rounds, meaning sex often lasted for hours until Jumin was sure he’d gotten his fill of her.

He pulled her hips back to meet his thrusts as he eased his way into a steady rhythm, the sound of skin slapping being drowned by the couple’s moans. Jumin’s were louder than hers.

“Louder, Elizabeth, let me hear you.” Jumin gave her a particular harsh thrust, one that made the bell on her collar jingle causing a groan from behind her. His fingertips sunk into her waist as he pistoned into her, eyes focusing on the clapping of his hips upon her ass. Her fingers grasped at the material beneath her, back arching to the point her breasts were forcefully pressed against the floor unable to hold back the pleasurable cries that left her. Whether she loved or hated Jumin, he knew her body perfectly and would bring her to a high no one else would ever be able to. With a desperate cry of his name she came, Jumin stuttering with his pace as she tightened over him, pulsing, fluttering walls upon his length.

It wasn’t known how long they were there in that position. By now her thighs ached and trembled, her core was stretched to the point it had a pleasant burn everytime he thrusted into her and her knees were threatening to bruise with carpet burns. She’d lost count of how many times she came, arousal and essense of both of them had squirted over his balls and dripped down her thighs onto a puddle now staining the rug. Jumin was reaching his limit and she could tell, his pace had slowed down and ragged breaths filled the room. But he was determined to push her over the edge one final time.

Leaning over her, his hand pushed the base of her neck to the floor as his other hand gripped the tail of her butt-plug, a soft hiss fell from her at the movement. He wrapped the fur around his hand as his pace became punishing once more, snapping to the point her body jolted forward but the hand on her neck kept her still. She cursed loudly, voice breaking in silent cries as tears finally spilled down her cheeks, past the point of screaming as one final wave of pleasure hit her like a brick wall. Her walls clenched so tightly around him, Jumin stilled with a heavy growl of “Elizabeth, Elizabeth… Ngh! Elizabeth!” as he came, shooting thick white ropes inside her.

She tried to collapse on the spot but Jumin’s grip now moved to her waist, keeping her still as he pulled out, groaning one final time to peer between her legs and watch the heavy flow of mixed essence drip out of her in thick rivets.

“I love you so much.” His sweating forehead pressed to her lower back as he breathed heavily and tried to steady his racing heart. Moments like this were those she remembered the most, a sense of almost normality with Jumin, like who they used to be before.

And then, just in the second of a breath, a blink of an eye or a beat of a heart, it would be ruined.

“Here, Miss Elizabeth.” Two fingers entered her over-sensitive core, collecting as much release on his fingers and turning her to face him, having her kneel on her knees as he offered his fingers. “Have your milk.” He watched her slowly lap the sticky coating off his fingers before sucking them clean, a warped smile on his face.

And in some sick, twisted, perverted way this was how he expressed his love for her. Sinking his claws in deeper and deeper as she was fully submissive to him. Whilst Elizabeth would never return, Jumin had a new favourite pet to take her place.

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megalony · 3 years

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Teacher’s Pet- Part 18

Here is the latest part of my dad! Ben Hardy series, I know my updates are staggered and slow at the moment but I love this series and am trying to keep updating it when I can. Feedback is always lovely to have.

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Summary: (Y/n) teaches at the school Ben’s boys go to and they soon start a relationship. But they have their ups and downs with the problems Ben faces with his boys and how quickly the relationship progresses.

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"What the fuck happened?!" Ben's voice echoed around the room the moment he ran in and slammed the bedroom door shut behind him. It felt like the whole room was shaking from his presence that was definitely unnerving to everyone in the house.

His wild eyes scanned around the room, taking in the situation that had been playing on his mind from the moment he got the phone call from Gwilym. He had heard (Y/n)'s agonised sobs down the phone and Gwilym's panicked voice which was a tone Ben never normally heard from his friend. He had barely managed to tell his colleague that he had to leave for an emergency before he had made his way to his car and drove home quicker than he should have.

All the drive back Ben had been praying that this wasn't as bad as it clearly was. He had hoped that (Y/n)'s water hadn't broken and that when he got here she would be calmer and say that she wasn't in as much pain anymore. Or that he could take her to hospital and find out that this wasn't serious and they weren't going to be going into labour eight weeks early.

Ben went down on his knees beside the rocking chair (Y/n) was hunched over in. He scanned his eyes over her, taking in her state that was very worrying to him right now. (Y/n)'s hair was falling out of her ponytail and sticking to her forehead as her skin was prickling with sweat. Her eyes were coming in and out of focus rather a lot and her breathing was hard and laboured in a way Ben had heard many times before. But it was the way she was cradling her stomach that was making his heart clench because he could see how much pain she was in.

"She tripped and blacked out for a few seconds, I think she landed on her stomach but her water's definitely broken and I called the hospital, they said she has to go in straight away." The panic in Gwilym's voice matched the frantic look in his eyes that were darting between Ben, (Y/n) and his phone that was clutched tightly in his hand.

The moment Ben hung up on him Gwilym had rang the hospital to get advice and they were very clear that (Y/n) had to be brought in and assessed straight away. The fact her water had broken didn't definitely mean she was in labour but this was very early to be happening and her water breaking could mean (Y/n) could get an infection. And the added fact she had hurt her stomach meant the baby could be in distress or harmed and that could push labour into happening.

"How badly did you hurt yourself?" Ben's eyes darted back to look at (Y/n) and his voice was a bit softer around the edges. He didn't want her to think he was angry at her in any way but when he panicked like this he got angry and he couldn't help it.

(Y/n) could feel her stomach tensing and her chest quaking as she slowly straightened up so she could pull up her shirt to let Ben see the bruising that was starting to form.

Ben shuffled round so he was in front of (Y/n) rather than at her side but his hands started to shake when he lightly placed them against her stomach. Her skin was very dark red with a tinge of purple adding into the mix and Ben was sure it felt like she was starting to get some swelling. But when his palm pressed a little harder against her stomach (Y/n) winced at the same time Ben felt the baby moving which seemed to make (Y/n)'s pain escalate even more.

"Shit, baby..."

"I'm s-sorry-"

"No! Don't you even say that, this isn't your fault. We're gonna get you help, let's get you in the car and I'll take you to hospital now. Gwil, could you wait with the boys for a bit until I can get my mum to come stay with them? James will be back soon."

Ben ran his fingers through his hair, ruffling the strands and pushing them further back on his head as he tried to think.

James was due home at any time now and someone had to be here when he got back and none of the boys could be left alone. Ben would much rather have Gwilym coming to the hospital with them but he needed someone here with the boys. His mother would have no problem coming to look after them, especially when Ben told her the situation and that she may have to have them overnight if (Y/n) really was going to go into labour. But for now Gwilym was the only person at hand that could look after the boys for them.

"Yeah, yeah that's fine. Right let's get you up then." Gwilym's voice shook as he spoke but he was trying his best to remain calm. He was good with Carter and was fine with settling him because it was very clear that once Carter realised he couldn't go with his parents to hospital he was going to have some sort of meltdown. He was good with Finn who would be panicking and James was fine with Gwilym so it was the best option right now. There was no way Ben could stay home with the boys and let Gwilym take (Y/n) because if (Y/n) went into labour Ben had to be there.

(Y/n) tried to take in a deep breath but it was hard when all she wanted to do was take quick, shallow breaths to get more oxygen round her system. Her watering eyes darted between Ben and Gwilym who both leaned down, ready to try and get her onto her feet.

Gwilym and Ben took one of her hands each and rested their other arms around her waist to support her weight between them, knowing she wouldn't have the strength to stand on her own. They took things slowly, gently pulling (Y/n) up between them but it was clear the moment her left foot was on the ground it was too painful to stand on from how she landed when she fell.

"You okay baby?" Ben leaned his head down to look at (Y/n) properly, knowing she was in a lot of pain with how much pressure she was applying to his hand and how she couldn't even stand up straight. (Y/n) managed to nod her head, biting her lips so hard that she could feel blood welling up in her mouth. "Let's get you to the car."

Gwilym ran his hand up and down (Y/n)'s back as Ben took most of her weight and the three of them slowly started shuffling out of the room. They had all been friends for a long time but Gwilym had never seen (Y/n) in pain and distress like this before and the most panicked he had ever seen Ben was when things took a bad turn with Lucy. This wasn't the kind of situation any of them wanted to be in, when the baby was born it was meant to be surprising but happy and a precious moment. It wasn't supposed to be frightening and catastrohpic with the worry of their baby not being okay.

"I need to s-sit down." (Y/n) buried her face into Ben's chest, tightening her hand around his own as she couldn't surpress a groan from leaving her lips. She couldn't make it down the stairs without stopping and sitting down first because the pain was becoming distressing.

Ben nodded his head, looking to Gwilym before he moved round in front of (Y/n) and went down onto the next step of the stairs. He moved his arms so he was holding (Y/n)'s waist as Gwilym stood behind her keeping her steady and upright before they both helped her to sit down. (Y/n)'s hands dug tightly into Ben's arms as she started to shake the moment she was sat down. The pain started to bolt up her spine and course through her stomach the moment she was sat down but it still felt better than when she was moving.

"I don't want to do this, Ben... w-what if she's not okay?" (Y/n)'s voice trembled and she could barely see Ben through the tears flooding her eyes but she couldn't help the way she was thinking and feeling.

They were nearly two months early, (Y/n) couldn't have their girl now something could go wrong, she would be too small and under-developed. (Y/n) had to wait a few more weeks to make sure their girl would be okay, the hospital would have to delay labour so that everything would be alright.

"She's a Jones, she'll be just fine baby. Both Carter and Finn were born early and they're perfect and she'll be looked after if we do have her now but we don't know if that's gonna happen."

Ben remembered clearly when he'd had all of his boys and it had only been James who was past his due date which had upset Ellie who had been uncomfortable and in pain, wanting the pregnancy to end. Carter had been two weeks early and Finn had been almost four weeks early which had scared everyone. But Finn had only needed to be in ICU for a week and he had no problems before or after that point unlike what they had thought.

"Are you ready to get up?" Gwilym rubbed his hand over (Y/n)'s shoulder, trying to force a smile when she nodded in response.

Ben stayed in front of her, moving down the stairs a bit ahead so he could keep hold of (Y/n) and guide her. Especially in case she tripped or had to sit down then he was there to catch her or help ease her to sit down and Gwilym was behind her so she couldn't fall or hurt herself.

"Alright baby, let's get you to hospital."

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"Is she okay?" (Y/n) sunk her teeth into the skin of her thumb that was pressed between her lips as her eyes switched between focusing on the monitor and the midwife stood next to her. The moment Ben had brought her to A&E someone had come to their rescue and brought them straight through to an examination room.

The nurse they saw had confirmed that (Y/n)'s water had broken, her pulse was very high and she seemed to be going into labour. The next step was to get her into a room and do further tests to see what could be done.

The best outcome the couple were hoping for was that labour could be prevented, but the worst outcome was that labour happened now. They had been told that if the baby didn't seem too distressed and if there were no problems or complications then (Y/n) could be given medication to try and prevent labour from happening and they could wait and see if it stopped. But if any problems were there or there were issues with the baby then either labour would have to happen or a C-section might be needed if it was severe.

Blood tests had been taken, (Y/n) was on an ECG to monitor her pulse and now they were having a scan to check everything with the baby. But (Y/n) couldn't be given any pain medication until all the tests and checks had been completed.

"Well, I can't see any damage done by your fall, the placenta is in tact and hasn't moved and your baby's head isn't lower down meaning she isn't ready to be born just yet."

"So you can prevent labour?" There was a tiny glimmer of hope in Ben's voice as he clasped (Y/n)'s hand in both of his, pressing his lips to her knuckles.

"Her heartbeat is rather high which is what we'd expect after a fall which has caused her some distress but she is relatively fine. But I'd like to wait a few hours before giving you the medication to prevent labour. You've lost a lot of amniotic fluid which will distress her even more, once her heartbeat calms down and we're sure she's stable I think in two or three hours you can have the injection and then we can keep you in for monitoring."

"But her water broke, won't waiting mean we could go into labour?"

"We see this a lot, (Y/n)'s water broke because of the fall, it means her body isn't prepared for labour and the loss of fluid doesn't mean she is in labour yet and she hasn't even started to become dilated which is a very good sign. We can give you some painkillers and the wait will help the baby settle down and then the medication will stop any contractions from happening so labour won't occur. The only problem we will face is keeping you stable for the next few days or weeks with the fluid you've lost. But let's just see how you go with the wait for now."

"Okay, thank you."

When (Y/n) turned to look at Ben he could see the hope sparkling in her eyes as she tightened her hand around his own.

Her body wasn't ready for labour yet and if she got the medication to prevent labour it would stop any contractions and her body would calm down and continue to look after the baby instead of trying to evict her. As long as (Y/n) and the baby calmed down and continued to be stable then everything would swing in their favour.

If it did work, (Y/n) would just have to be very careful and be on bed rest because the lack of ambiotic fluid would make the baby unsettled and also push her body into going into labour.

But right now it was just a waiting game.

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"Okay (Y/n), how are we doing?" Josey walked back into the room, checking her watch before she looked at the couple in front of her with a kind, comforting smile. She had left (Y/n) and Ben for two hours after giving (Y/n) some painkillers and it was time to check on her and the baby and decide what the next step was going to be.

"I feel a bit dizzy but I'm okay."

(Y/n) could feel a headache slowly starting to form behind her eyes and her head was becoming a bit fuzzy and lightheaded but she couldn't tell whether it was from the fall and stress of the day or the medication they had put her on. Either way, the striking pain in her stomach had gone and the baby wasn't wriggling half as much as she had been which she had been told would be a good sign if she settled down.

"That could be the medication but I'll run a few checks just to be safe, but right now let's see how your little lady is getting on."

Ben slowly tangled his fingers with (Y/n)'s as he turned to look at the monitor when Josey set it up. He had been sat on the edge of the bed with (Y/n) for the last half an hour after ringing both his mother, (Y/n)'s mother and then Gwilym to inform them all of what was happening. It looked like for the next day or two Ben was going to be here with (Y/n) and either way she would be in hospital for up to a week at this rate. The boys were going to have to switch between staying at their grandma's house and seeing Ben when he left the hospital for a few hours.

"Has her heartbeat levelled out?" Ben smoothed him thumb over the back of (Y/n)'s hand, smiling at the image on screen of their baby girl.

"I... I'm afraid her heartbeat has increased, it's much higher than it should be and in this situation that is a bad sign."

"C-can't we wait a little longer, see if she settles? Couldn't the medication settle her if I'm not at risk of going into labour anymore?"

"Giving you the medication isn't safe when she's clearly distressed, it could make her state worse. I can't give you any stabalising medication for her either because it's too dangerous and it could case her heartbeat to become too low. (Y/n), the best and only option I think we have right now is to start labour for you. If we wait you are at risk of getting an infection and she's clearly distressed, the lack of fluid will make that worse."

"No... no I can't have her now." (Y/n) shook her head as her lips wobbled even though she tried her best to stop herself from crying but it didn't work.

Her hands started to shake causing Ben to grip her hand tighter in his own as his other hand scratched at his jaw in a harsh motion (Y/n) knew was to try and calm himself down. They had been praying that they could hold off on labour and wait a few days, possibly even a week or more to give their girl her best chance. Being born now wasn't going to help her.

"Your lack of fluid and how distressed she is means you will go into labour within the next day or two but waiting is too risky with her state. I'm going to check and see if you're starting to dilate or not and if not, I'll set everything up to start labour. A natural birth is the best option for you both but it has to start now for both of your sakes."

Josey waited a moment for (Y/n) and Ben to both nod and agree with what she was saying before she busied herself writing a few notes and putting on her gloves before she sat down on the edge of the bed. A sympathetic, sorrowful look came onto her features showing she knew and understood how bad this news was for them but it was their only option.

But the moment Josey moved the cover draped over (Y/n)'s legs, her chest tightened and her eyes darted to look at Ben.

"(Y/n), the dizziness you're having is because you're starting to haemorrhage... you seem to be starting to dilate which is good it means I don't have to start labour for you. I'm going to give you some clotting medication and get a doctor to check you over and stay to assist during labour."

Ben turned his head so he could look between (Y/n)'s legs, torn in two minds because the blood loss didn't seem to be major but any blood loss at this stage wasn't a good thing.

This wasn't going to go smoothly.

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"Okay (Y/n), the legs are born, a few more big pushes and she'll be here." Josey's voice was encouraging and calm but it didn't make (Y/n) feel much better.

Her lower body had gone numb hours ago, her thighs were burning especially since she was sitting on the very edge of the bed with her legs dangling off the edge and her back was pressed into Ben's chest. He was holding onto her like he was afraid she was going to fall forward into Josey who was kneeling in front of them both. It hadn't taken very long for the doctor to sadly tell them that their girl was going to be born breach and that made labour a bit harder. Sitting up in this position was the easiest way to help their girl be born.

Ben pressed his lips to the side of (Y/n)'s head, noticing how her skin was burning up like she was on fire. Josey and a doctor had been here with them for the last seven hours and another midwife had just entered the room ready to help when the baby was born.

They were predicting with how premature she was that she would have to be taken straight down to ICU when she was born.

"Shoulders are born, one more big push for her head (Y/n). We're almost there, just keep doing little breaths for me now."

(Y/n) nodded before she pressed her chin into her chest, biting down on her lip as she let out a scream with the last push. She could tell the exact moment their girl was born, it felt like a sudden weight was dropped from her stomach that seemed to pull her insides down with it. She leaned her head back onto Ben's shoulder, trying to catch her breaths back but it felt like her lungs were collapsing and her insides and stomach were shrivelling up into nothing.

"I-is s... she okay?" (Y/n)'s voice trembled almost as much as her body was shaking from the shock of what she had just done and gone through. It felt like her body was being shaken back and forth like someone was trying to wake her up or violently gain her attention.

But it was clear Ben had dealt with this kind of situation before with the way he started humming in her ear to try and ground her and give her something to focus on. He kept his arms lightly yet firmly wrapped around her middle with his fingers gliding up and down her arm like feathers tickling her skin. He had to keep her calm and try to give her something to focus on so she could forget about the pain and the shock and so she didn't pass out like he was afraid she was going to.

(Y/n) could barely manage to get her eyes to focus enough to look down in front of her legs to see Josey. Her gaze loosely followed Josey's arms passing their baby girl over to the doctor who gave the couple a calming smile before he set to work on their girl.

Her skin was a mix of very light pink and pale grey underneath the blood and fluids coating her fragile body. And her lips were light blue with hints of grey dabbed in between showing she wasn't breathing and didn't have much oxygen in her system. Ben hated how she looked so limp and lifeless in the doctor's arms, she looked like she was made out of jelly and about to flop and fall out of place at any moment.

Even though Josey was trying to focus on (Y/n) and delivering the placenta, her eyes kept flitting back to glance at the doctor to check on the baby.

Ben watched intently as the doctor placed a small tube down his baby girl's throat after checking her pulse which clearly had to be there. Almost instantly, a murky brown, cloggy fluid started to fill the tube and splutter from the newborn's lips. The doctor turned the newborn onto her side before he removed the tube and started rubbing his hand up and down her back to try and clear the fluid from her lungs. But the noise the baby made was something that made Ben shiver and caused (Y/n) to moan in agony.

It sounded like she was drowning.

She was trying to form her first cry, the first sound of her new life but all that came out was a strangled, croaky noise mixed with the spluttering of the fluids leaving her pale lips.

"Lisa, take her down to ICU get her stabalised and cleaned up please." Doctor Mills turned his attention to the other midwife who was on standby to help when the baby was born. She nodded instantly, watching him place the baby into the incubator and fill out a quick form before motioning for her to take the newborn out of the room.

"Ben...?" (Y/n) turned her head a little so she could look up at him, her eyes pleading for him to find out what was happening.

"(Y/n), your baby's okay but she has to go to the intensive care unit straight away. She's tried to breathe whilst still in the womb and inhaled fluids and she's going into a state of shock. Once the nurses have managed to stabalise her and clear her lungs they can get her washed and you can go and see her, the important thing right now is that she's being cared for and now we need to help you."

Doctor Mills was caring and kept his words slow because he could see (Y/n)'s attention was dithering because of the state of shock she was in. But when he knew she understood and accepted what he was saying, he smiled before he looked down at Josey to know (Y/n)'s progress.

"(Y/n), I need you to push again for me, the placenta is nearly delivered then we can get you sorted and settled down, okay?"

(Y/n) nodded but she could barely feel herself pushing before Josey said the placenta was suddenly delivered and she could relax. All (Y/n) wanted to do was lay down and collapse into a state of sleep with Ben at her side but the thought of their baby was preventing her from sleeping. She wanted to see and hold their baby and make sure she was okay. (Y/n) couldn't sleep in case something happened and no one told her. She had to be awake for any news about her baby.

"What's wrong?" Ben looked over at Josey when he could see the worry in her eyes and the metal dish in her hands containing the placenta.

"(Y/n)'s got a retained placenta, it's broken and some of it is still in the womb."

"Okay honey, we need to lay you on your side and give you some medicine to start some more contractions, that placenta piece has to come away quickly." The doctor's voice was calm as was the look in his eyes but Ben knew his words showed that this wasn't the best situation. If the retained piece of placenta stayed in the womb for too long (Y/n) could get an infection and she had already been prone to infections from losing the amniotic fluid before having contractions.

Doctor Mills helped Ben to shuffle off the bed and then move (Y/n) around. They gently turned her before slowly shuffling her further up the bed until her head reached the pillow. Both men carefully held onto (Y/n) and turned her onto her left side so she was facing Ben to help with her blood flow before Doctor Mills moved her legs. Josey got the medication ready and injected it into her stomach ready to start a few more contractions.

(Y/n) didn't hold the strength to keep her eyes open anymore so she just let them close, she could feel her head sinking into the pillow that was making her already fuzzy head feel like it was floating on air.

She could feel Ben's hand tightly holding her own and when a contraction started she could do nothing but moan and squirm, her muscles were pushing and contracting on demand without her having to concentrate anymore. Everything was spinning, (Y/n) just wanted Ben to lie down with her so she could go to sleep and wake up to have this all be some kind of warped nightmare that ended.

"Okay (Y/n), the placenta's delivered now- doctor she's haemorrhaging again."

The moment Josey took the last piece of the placenta and placed it in the dish beside her, it was as if a tap had been switched on and the bedsheets started to turn red instead of white.

"Post-natal haemorrhage in room four, assistance please. Right, (Y/n) honey you just relax now, we'll get you fixed up so you and your partner can rest." Doctor Mills rubbed (Y/n)'s shoulder for a moment to try and calm her down as a team came into the room.

Ben dug his nails into the back of his head, stretching his arms behind him as he backed up against the wall when kindly gestured to move out the way. He watched the five doctors and nurses flutter around (Y/n), seeing them attach an oxygen tube under her nose and around her ears. One nurse started to gently massage her stomach to try and stop the bleeding as doctor Mills gave (Y/n) another injection into her thigh. And another nurse started moving the sheets from beneath (Y/n) to swap them out as Josey started to clean (Y/n) up and check if she needed stitches or not.

Doctor Mills slipped his arms under (Y/n) enough to lean her up so she could throw up into a bowl when she made a slow, weak movement to signal she was going to be sick. Ben also noticed a nurse upping the dosage of painkillers in (Y/n)'s drip to help calm her down and take away any shock and pain she was going through.

It took about ten minutes of getting her meds sorted, making sure she was breathing enough and finding blankets and heat pads before the panic in the room seemed to die down enough for Ben to stop having a panic attack in the corner. He watched them put (Y/n) onto an IV drip and a blood transfusion, keep her laying on her side and check her heartbeat and her oxygen levels before everyone slowly left the room seeing that she was stable now.

Doctor Mills approached Ben when he was certain (Y/n) was out of immediate danger and was now calm and settled.

"Are you okay?"

"Hmm, is (Y/n) gonna be okay?"

"She's lost some blood but the transfusion will help with that and it will stop her from going into shock and she will be happy to know she doesn't need stitches. She needs rest and monitoring but she will be fine. I'm going to go and check on your baby and when she's also stable, I will find you so you can see her."

(Y/n) didn't look alright to Ben, she was too pale, hooked up to too many drips and machines and she was passed out but as long as she was going to be okay then Ben would stop panicking.

He just wanted his girls to be okay.

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heejinnien · 3 years

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i.jaebum & p.jinyoung | crimson roses part one

word count: 3k

pairing: jaebum x reader x jinyoung

synopsis: when y/n’s sister is murdered, she’s forced to evaluate everything that she thought she knew.

genre: mystery, witsec au

warnings: the reader is in a club (they’re old enough to legally be there), murder, gore, imagery used to describe the reader tripping over and finding a dead body, probably incorrect portrayal of the witsec program, there’s a mildly disturbing nightmare

rating: pg-17

author’s note: this is part one of the walking on sunshine event! it focuses on summer beginnings. i was partnered with @dreamystuffers, and credits to them for the amazing moodboard! thank you @birbdae and ryan for being my beta readers. seriously, thank you for filling in all the spaces where i wrote blah blah

“I freaking hate Tzuyu.”

You groan, dropping your head in your hands. Sympathetically, the bartender slides a glass of water towards you, accepting the grunt that you emit afterwards as a sort of thank you. You pause in your wallowing to take a long sip of the icy liquid, feeling the pressure in your head lift slightly.

“Rough night?”

The bartender’s smooth, baritone voice carries over the loud sounds of the club’s music, and you wince at his words.

“Something like that.”

The bartender looks as though he’ll say more, but he’s cut off by the sound of a high, feminine voice ordering another drink. You’re grateful for the distraction, sliding a wad of bills over the counter and slipping off of the metal stool. You appreciate the kindness he has shown you, but you really need to start looking for your sister.

Slowly, you begin to weave through the throng of clubgoers, searching for anyone who moderately resembles your sister. You wince as an elbow connects with your stomach and bite back a curse when a heel stabs your toe. Still, there is no sign of your sister.

Pushing your way to the far side of the club, you lean against a wall, panting slightly, and pull out your phone. The LED at the top signals that nobody tried to call or text you while you were struggling to navigate a mob of drunk clubgoers, and a knot of worry tightens itself in your stomach. It’s been over an hour since you last saw your sister. She left you at a booth with a few of your mutual acquaintances to go dance, and you haven’t seen her since. Giving them an awkward smile, you had slid out of the booth to go sit at the bar. You were more polite to them because they were your sister’s friends than anything, and you know you hadn’t been imagining the awkwardness that had settled into the air once your sister had left.

You quickly swipe through your phone, silently praying that Tzuyu will answer and tell you she took a cab back to your shared apartment and she forgot to tell you, or that she’s actually been in the bathroom constipated this entire time.

“Hi, this is Tzuyu, I’m busy right now, which is why I didn’t pick up…”

With a groan, you turn your phone off. Pushing yourself off the wall, you weave your way to the bathrooms, opting to begin your second search there. Unsurprisingly, the small metal stalls are empty. You cringe as your shoe sticks to an unknown substance, exiting the bathroom and mind racing about where Tzuyu’s whereabouts could be.

A cool breeze winds itself around you, tousling your hair gently and you freeze.

A breeze?

You turn away from the rest of the clubbers, following the hallway deeper into the building. The further you go, the darker it gets, and a second chill sets upon you, one unrelated to the cool breeze.

Heart pounding, you turn the corner and see a cracked doorway. The soft light of the night greets you, and you feel a spark of relief. Maybe her phone died and your sister went out this door to leave. You quickly hurry out the door, pushing it open and turning down the alleyway.

You’ve only gone a few paces, pulling out your phone to dial your sister again when your foot collides with something hard. Your arms flail as you attempt to right yourself, but you go down, your elbow colliding with something soft and your chin colliding with the hardness of the asphalt.

Letting out a groan, you try to push yourself up by pressing your hands against the ground on either side of you, but they slip. Something wet and sticky coats your hands, and confusion fills you as you blindly reach around you for your phone. Your fingers connect with the cold metal, and you’ve scarcely turned on the device and activated the flashlight before you’re greeted with the mutilated body of your sister.

It takes you a second to register that the loud noise you hear is your own screaming.

You stare blankly ahead of you in shock.

Vaguely, you hear someone talking to you, but it’s like you’re underwater, all the sounds around you muffled. The image of your sister is frozen in your mind, your fingers trembling as you grip the blanket that someone wrapped around you tightly.

You think back to the last time you saw her, only a few hours ago, smiling and joyous and alive.

If she were here with you right now, she would have something comforting to say. She’d always been the more level of you too, somehow able to keep calm even in situations when you’ve felt panicked. But she’s not.

It should have been me, you think bitterly, rocking back and forth.

“Miss L/N.”

A hand settling on your arm causes you to jump and pull yourself out of your trance. Dumbly, you look at the hand, using it to trace your way up the unknown person’s wrist and arm until you can see their face. Concerned eyes stare back at you, and you force yourself to listen to what the unknown man is saying.

“I’m sorry to say this, but your clothes need to be bagged for evidence.”

You blink, unable to process the man’s words.

“Miss L/N, please. I know you want us to catch whoever did this to your sister, and we’re trying our best, but we need to bag your clothing as evidence.”

The mention of your sister clears the fog that has settled over you, and you nod. Weakly, you stand, following the man as he guides you to a restroom. He hands you a bag and a stack of clothes, instructing for you to change into the new set and bag the old clothes.

Robotically, you do as he tells you to until you’re changed into a sweater several sizes too big and a pair of jeans that cling to your legs tightly. You splash water on your face, staring at yourself hollowly in the mirror. You hardly recognize yourself, a foreign, hollow look in your eyes. Get it together, Y/N, you chide yourself. You can cry about this later. For Tzuyu.

Taking a deep, shaky breath, you turn, exiting the bathroom with the bag of your old clothes in your hands. As soon as you exit, several furtive glances are sent your way. You furrow your brows in confusion, and a new, unknown man hurries over to you.

“Please follow me quickly, Miss L/N.”

“I don’t understand.”

The man doesn’t respond, hurrying you through the station and down a hallway until you’re stopped in front of a closed door. A plaque centered on the door reads “Sergeant Park.” Not wasting the time to knock, the man pushes open the door, taking the bag from your hands and ushering you in.

“Miss L/N, I’m so sorry about your loss.”

Hearing those words makes your throat tighten again, and you force your feelings down. You look around you, noting the awards adorning the walls around you. Two men stand inside the office, both wearing grim expressions. The one who spoke is seated behind the desk, and he stands, gesturing for you to take the free seat opposite him.

“There’s something we need to talk to you about.”

“My sister was a good person, she wasn’t mixed up in anything — ” You protest.

“That’s not what this is about.” The man opposite you, Sergeant Park, you assume, holds up his hand. “Time is crucial here, so please just listen to what I have to tell you.”

You nod, throat clogging from fearful anticipation.

“The Black Rose is the name of a powerful crime syndicate who’ve been running for the past few decades. We’ve tried our best to stop them, but they have connections everywhere.”

“My sister — ” You spring to your feet.

“Miss L/N. Please.”

You sink back into the chair, cheeks burning and thoroughly chastised. Once you’re seated, Sergeant Park continues.

“We’re not sure who all is involved with them, but what we do know is that they mark every kill, and they never kill without reason.”

Your thoughts race as you hear the unspoken words. “And my sister was marked,” you deadpan.

Sergeant Park nods grimly, and a hysterical laugh bubbles up within you. It dies instantly at the serious expression on Sergeant Park’s face.

“That’s ridiculous.”

Sergeant Park purses his lips, speaking slowly. “Until we know for sure, we need you to go into witness protection. We promise that we wouldn’t make you do this if we weren’t sure that your life is at serious risk. Mr. Im?”

Sergeant Park gestures to the other person in the room, who you assume is Mr. Im. Until now, he’s been silent, and you almost forgot that he’s here. He gives you a gentle smile.

“Please, call me Jaebum.” His tone is soothing, and you want to trust him. Still, you bite your lip, hesitant.

Sergeant Park speaks again. “Mr. Im will protect you the entire duration of the program. I promise that you’re in good hands. You guys will leave tonight.”

Alarm bells ring in your head. “Wait, tonight? I don’t understand. I still have finals, and what about my life here — ”

“Miss L/N.” Sergeant Park fixes you with a stern look. “I understand that things may seem intimidating right now, but I need you to do your best to do what we say. You could be a key role in this investigation, and Mr. Im is here to ensure that no harm comes to you. I know that this isn’t ideal, but please just let us protect you.”

You look from Sergeant Park to Jaebum. The latter gives you a reassuring smile, and your head still reels from all of the events of the night, but you find yourself nodding.

“Okay,” you breathe. “Okay, what do I have to do?”

“You keep twisting your bracelet.”

Jaebum’s voice pierces through your mindless thoughts and the dull monotony of the journey. You have been driving for the better part of the night, your thoughts still racing as you try to process everything. You look down at the bracelet Jaebum is talking about, and even though it’s dark you know what he’s talking about.

“My sister gave it to me,” you say simply.

“It must be pretty important to you, then,” he observes, eyes never straying once from the road.

“Something like that,” you say, assuming that’s the end of the conversation. Seconds later, Jaebum speaks again.

“Look, Y/N, I know that a lot has happened in one night — ”

“Please don’t,” you whisper, voice cracking. You clear your throat, staring out the window at the dark shadows of the landscape. “Don’t try to act like you understand how I feel. Twenty-four hours ago I was just a college student, and now…”

You swallow thickly, a lump forming itself in your throat.

“You are still just a college student, Y/N.”

“You know, aren’t you supposed to be using my new name?” You force yourself to change the topic, looking at Jaebum out of the side of your eyes.

Jaebum coughs awkwardly. “We aren’t there yet, and I thought that using your real name would make you more…comfortable with me.”

You scoff, but don’t speak. Awkward silence fills the car, interrupted only by the occasional sound of the night from outside your car window.

You remain like that for the rest of the ride. Everytime you think about saying something, you bury it, not wanting to show interest.

After a while, the road turns to dirt. The car bounces along the new road, and you can’t help but feel even further isolated from your old life. Jaebum pulls down a narrow driveway, and then the car stops, bathing a small cottage in the car’s light. Jaebum turns off the car’s ignition, and as you open the car’s door, you can hear the soft sound of waves crashing. Sand crunches beneath your shoes as you take in the sights around you.

You hear the sound of the trunk close, and seconds later Jaebum rounds the car, duffel bags gripped in his hands.

“This is it,” Jaebum says.

“I guess so,” you agree, exhaling nervously. You follow Jaebum up the cottage’s steps, hovering uncertaintly as he unlocks the front door. Following him inside, you squint against the bright yellow lights of the cottage.

You’re standing in a small living room. To your left is the kitchen and what you assume is the dining room, and to the right is a hallway. Jaebum leads you down the hallway, setting one of the duffle bags in front of a plain, unassuming white door.

“This is your room. Mine is right next to you.” Jaebum knocks goofily on the door in front of him, and you let out a short laugh.

“Okay.”

You grab your bag, pushing open the door to the room. You pause in the doorway, unsure. “Good night, Jaebum.”

A moment passes, and then you can hear the smile in his voice when he says, “Good night, Y/N.”

“Tzuyu! Where are you?”

You’re in a meadow, tall stalks of wheat reaching your shoulders. You frown, trying to remember how you got here, but you can’t. Alarm bells ring in your head, and you push through the stalks, searching for your sister.

“Tzuyu! Tzuyu! Where — are — you?”

Your voice is reflected back at you, distorted and garbled. Panic rises in you, bubbling hot like lava, and you begin to push through the stalks around you faster.

Finally, you stumble upon a clearing. A flock of birds takes flight, and your eyes scan the clearing, frantic. A body lies on the ground unmoving, and you run towards it. Deep in your gut you know who it is, but that doesn’t stop the gasp that leaves you as you clearly identify the girl lying there.

It’s Tzuyu.

The sight of her body makes you freeze, and before you can stop it you trip. When you regain your bearings, you’re back in the alley again. You blink, trying to orient yourself, and as you do Tzuyu’s hand shoots out, wrapping itself around your wrist. A scream gets choked in your throat as your sister sits up, smile stretching too wide for her face.

“Why didn’t you save me?”

“Tzuyu, you’re hurting me,” you cry, trying to pry your sister’s grasp from your wrist. She only holds on tighter, other hand shooting out and wrapping itself around your throat.

“Why didn’t you save me? Why didn’t you SAVE ME?”

A scream tears its way out of your throat, and you shoot into a sitting position, clutching the comforter you had admired just hours earlier against you. Your breathing is ragged, and dimly you hear heavy footsteps. Seconds later, harsh light floods your room and you throw your hand against your forehead, shielding your eyes from the intrusion.

Jaebum’s eyes are wild as he takes in your room, the way you’re sitting up, clutching the comforter against you. His muscles relax as he ascertains that you are physically safe, eyes softening at the sight of you.

“Are you okay?”

You nod, embarrassment beginning to seep through your previous horror.

“I’m sorry, had a nightmare.” You force yourself to laugh, the sound an octave too high to be believable. “You can just go back to your room, everything is fine.”

You swallow forcefully, staring down at the comforter and picking at a thread that has unwound itself from the careful stitching. Silently, you yell at Jaebum to leave. You’re not sure how much longer you can stand being mortified, discomfort seeping into the air around you.

After a long pause, you hear the gentle click of your door close. You don’t bother to look up, instead electing to close your eyes, sure that by the count of ten, he’ll be gone.

You’ve just reached eight when you feel your bed dip, and strong arms wrapping themselves around you. You stiffen, eyes snapping open to glare at the offender.

“You don’t have to treat me like a baby, I told you that I’m fine.”

“It’s okay to be weak you know.”

To your immense horror, you feel your eyes begin to well. You blink rapidly, trying to untangle yourself from Jaebum’s presence, but he holds on tightly. Before you can stop it, all of the emotions of the past twenty-four hours hit you, crashing against the gate that you had shoved them behind. The emotions you felt at your sister’s death, the emotional burden of having to suddenly end your old life and going into hiding suddenly become too much, and before you can help it tears stream down your cheeks. You gasp as you struggle to breathe, everything suddenly just becoming too much.

Time goes by without either of you realizing it, and neither of you know how long you remain in that position, Jaebum patting your back lightly as your grief pours out of you. After a few sniffles and swipes across your eyes you let out a groan, pulling away and digging the heels of your palms into your eyes.

“God, I can’t believe I just did that.”

“It’s okay, everyone has to let go of emotions at some point.” Jaebum gives you a gentle smile. “You should try to get some rest.”

“Will you stay with me?” Jaebum’s eyes widen, and you quickly scramble to backtrack. “I mean, you don’t have to — I don’t know what I was thinking — ”

“Of course I will.” Jaebum cuts off your ramble, smiling brightly. “I’ll just bring in a blanket from my room and sleep on the floor — ”

“You can share with me if you want. I don't mind; we both need a good night sleep, right?” You blurt quickly, panting slightly as you finish your question. Jaebum simply laughs, running a hand through his hair. He climbs onto the bed and lays on his side, patting the bed next to him. Shyly, you crawl next to him, laying down and trying not to think about the position you’re in too deeply.

Wrapped in the comfort of Jaebum’s warmth, you close your eyes, focusing on the gentle sounds of your breathing. A sense of tranquility washes over you, and you finally fall asleep.

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anninhiliation · 3 years

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Worn Out Jeans

Masterlist

Word Count: 1357 oops

Disclaimer: THIS IS MY OWN PERSONAL WRITING. You do not have the right or consent to copy my work and claim it as your own. You do not have the right to even copy my work. I can and will publicly shame you. Changing the boy is still plagiarism. Write your own work. Don’t test me or karma. Don’t be a useless leech.

Warnings: 18+ its smut!

You were about to walk right past Richard to take your spot back on the couch. But his eyes dilated in pure black lust as he couldn’t help but stare at your ass. Your leggings were so tight and smooth it was almost as if you had on nothing but a second skin. His ultimate weakness, right in front of him.

“Come here baby girl” Richard groaned, grabbing your hips and pulling you onto his lap.

“What’s up babe” you smiled turning your head leaning into him.

“What’s up?” he smirked, hands already grabbing the sides of your ass, kneading the flesh that spilled through “what’s up with this?”

“My leggings?” you teased smiling at him rocking your hips into him.

Richard groaned at your movements and pulled you closer to him letting you feel his hardening bulge. Your back pressed against his chest as your lips quickly parted releasing little sounds of pleasure. Richard nipped your ear making his way down to your neck. His hair felt soft between your fingertips as you tugged.

“Richard,” you whined out, growing needier and needier.

The familiar cologne intoxicated your senses as air trapped in your lungs. His warm breath fanning over sensitive skin before physically touching you had you floating on a cloud. One hand roamed your body as the other caged you in keeping you as close as possible. Electric waves were sent down to your core with every touch Richard left on you.

“You really thought I wouldn’t do anything with you looking that good?” Richard growled in your ear.

All you could do is whine out in response as your brain fogged in pleasure. His deep voice had your heart fluttering as your slit throbbed harder. Richard’s hand slowly moved down between your legs. His fingers slid under your leggings and panties as your reflexes spread your thighs open giving him easier access. Richard smirked against your neck as his finger parted your slit toying with the excess arousal. Your hips squirmed against the pads of his fingers trying to get him where you needed him most. Already wanting more and more of his delicious touch.

“Daddy” you whined out, knowing what that single word did to him.

Especially when you used it in such a desperate, needy voice. Richard groaned hearing you plea for him. It stuffed his ego, hearing you say, daddy. With full knowledge, he was the only one who got to see you like this, who was the only one to make you feel this good. Your head rested on his shoulder, as the pleasure made your body move against him. Richard showed your clit no mercy drawing your favorite pattern. Your lower abdomen muscles squeezed themselves tightly with the sheer pleasure.

“M- more” you whined out as your empty hole pulsated around nothing.

The tight fabric restraining Richards’s full control quickly annoyed him, as he let out a low groan. He stopped toying with your swollen clit as he pulled out quickly licking his fingers clean. He grabbed the elastic waistline and you squirmed on his lap helping yourself out of your leggings and panties. The fabric fell to the ground and Richard spread his legs wider, adjusting you on his lap. Your swollen clit rested on his jeans as your thighs caged in his upper thigh. Your hands wrapped around his knee cap as Richard grabbed your hips. His fingers dug into your hips as he guided you against the rough fabric of his worn-out black jeans. Richard moved you in a way that had you seeing stars. Your hole clenching and tightening around nothing as pleasure built up inside you. Heat rose from your body as his lips marked out your weakest points.

“That feel good baby girl?” Richard grinned as he tugged on the shell of your ear, his fingers digging in deeper into your flesh.

The answer was obvious just by how much louder you became. Nothing but moans and his name broken into incoherent whines fell from your lips. But hearing you struggle to even speak only riled him up more.

“Y-yes” you choked out.

“Yes, what?” He taunted slowing down his movement.

His teeth nipped your neck as he waited to hear the magical word. Your eyes rolled to the back of your head as the slow movements were only enough to keep you riled up and drenched but nothing more. Your clit dragging slowly along his thigh had your head spinning.

“Da- mmm” you whined out trying to choke out what he wanted to hear.

“Dah-mmm- ah- d” Your head was turned to the side pleading with him to go back to the old movements.

His dick throbbed harder feeling a wet patch soak through the fabric. Richard grew a little impatient wanting you to finish as soon as possible for the real fun to begin.

“Good girl” Richard praised moving your hips in a smooth and quicker pace.

You harshly tugged on his curls as your hole pulsated with the build-up of pleasure. Mouth hung open as Richard had you floating on a cloud. Your breathing hitched in your lungs as your walls tightly clenched one last time. Your thighs shook around him as your clit began to have enough. The tight knot snapped inside you, throwing you straight into the galaxy. His name mixed with a song of curses vibrated out of your lungs as your head rolled back. Richard rode you out, gently bringing you back down to earth pecking your neck in kisses. You panted as the air returned to your lungs, trying to regain that even momentum once again. Leaning down to pick up your leggings came to an abrupt halt.

“Wait baby I need to feel that pretty little hole” Richard groaned into your neck feeling as if his dick would explode any second with how hard his dick throbbed.

You nodded your head yes as you stood up and helped release his bulge. Grabbing his base you gave him a few strokes before going back on his lap. His moans going straight to your core giving you a new coat of arousal. Caging in his thighs and aligning his tip you slowly sunk down. Your fingers dug into his shoulders as Richard grabbed your hips setting a fast and hungry pace.

“Fuck your so tight baby” He moaned.

You wrapped around his shaft perfectly making him see stars. Richard’s face contoured in pleasure with every thrust. You leaned in kissing his soft lips, swallowing a majority of his moans. His sounds of pleasure only riled you up more. Changing the pattern you grinded down on him, keeping him balls deep inside you for a brief moment. Reaching back you massage his balls as you moved your hips, keeping his shaft stimulated. Richard let out a string of curses at the added stimulation. His head shooting back in pure bliss had you clenching around him. Going back to riding him, Richard began to take over. He knew your body like the back of his hand and knew he could get you seeing more stars then you already were. He quickly angled his hips so his tip would massage your weakest point with every thrust. You were back on cloud nine as your breathing once again hitched. His name that you sang like a prayer lost its coherency. You broke the kiss as your mind fogged in pleasure once more. Eyes rolled back as every thrust tied a knot inside you tighter and tighter. The first orgasm ensured you wouldn’t last as long as normal. Feeling you pulsate, had Richard nearing his own orgasm. He was already so riled up, throbbed for so long that he was already twitching inside you. His balls squeezing into themselves as cum filled up. Not long after, white strings shot up inside you, filling you up nicely. Your knot snapped as he was mid orgasm. Eyes rolling to the back of your head as you floated around the clouds. Your fingers laced around the back of his neck as you kissed him one last time.

“Fuck that was so good” you smiled.

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A/N: I havent written anything long or a fic in a long time and I honestly dont really like this all that much, edited and edited but I figured post it, write something else and maybe down the line the flow or a new flow will come back to me. It could also be that Im kinda annoyed at the Joel and Richard fued so like yea I wouldnt wanna fuck him rn lol. Okay have a beautiful day or sweet dreams.

#cnco #richard #rich #richuki #cnco smut #fic #fiction #imagine #richard camacho #richard camacho fic #smut #boyband #latin boyband #camacho #tattoos #black and white photo #brown eyes

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fruitymimi · 3 years

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element.

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reader; she/her

pairing; dabi x black!reader summary; dabi and reader get high and dabi beats it up

warnings; usage of weed, smut, dabi has a praise kink, uses slut 1-2 times, dabi is hot

word count; 1.6k

masterlist; (NOT UPDATED!)

mimi’s thoughts; this is written with a black woman in mind, but anyone can read and enjoy it. im going to get to my requests and the newest freebird soon !! i want to write a little to get inspo lmao,,, title has nothing to do w the story, i just know dabi loves him some pop smoke 🤚

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“Don’t babysit,” She complained, taking the blunt from between his lips, holding it up to her own. She looked at him out of the corner of her eye, a smile tugging at the corners of her lips. “What? You mad, Dabi?” she teased.

Dabi couldn’t help but grin. “You’re stingy,” he told her, looking up above them at the late night sky.

They were seated outside in their backyard, lazily sprawled out on a lawn swing. It was barely pushing 3 AM when Dabi got himself out of bed, throwing on a plain white tee, making his way to the bedroom door quietly so he wouldn’t wake Y/N. He should have known as soon as he took a step away from the bed, she’d shoot up out of the bed and immediately ask him where he was headed to.

“I can’t sleep so I’m finna go smoke,” Dabi told her, sliding into a jacket. She almost looked offended at his comment. “Without me?” She tugged the bonnet off her head, throwing the blankets off her body. She went to her closet, slipping into a sweatshirt and sweatpants.

“Why do you think I didn’t say anything?” Dabi joked, walking through the bedroom door and into their living room.

That’s how they got where they were now, seated on the lawn swing, passing the blunt back and forth between the two.

“Let me shotgun you,” he said to her, his cold hand gently gripping her chin. He took a hit of the blunt, leaning in to blow the bitter smoke into her mouth. When he looked away, he looked at her pretty face, admiring the gorgeous features.

“What’re you staring for,” she giggled, blowing out the smoke. She felt shy because of his gaze. The way his eyes were hooded and a light pink color. “If you’re gonna stare so hard, kiss me then.” she challenged.

Dabi pressed his lips against hers, his hand finding her neck to pull her closer. His eyes closed shut, the kiss deepening when she mimicked his movements,

Dabi slowly slid his tongue into her mouth, the piercing running over her lip, causing it to twitch. He pulled her onto his lap, his hand gripping a handful off her ass. He hummed at her taste, “let me eat you out, princess,” he whispered against her lips, feeling her shiver underneath him. Dabi’s slipped his hand into her sweatpants. “You’d look so pretty bouncing on my cock with that blunt between your lips, you know..” he told her.

His cold hand swiped over her clit, the digits rubbing slow, agonizing circles over the sensitive bud. “Let me take you, baby... Let me touch that pretty body and make you feel good...” his lips trailed up her neck, his teeth gently biting her ear lobe, hard enough to make her squirm.

He looked so hot, the blunt sat between his two fingers on his free hand, his other hand gripping at her plump ass.

Dabi stood up, carrying them into the house. He laid them out on the bed, kissing their neck again. He placed the weed between their lips, admiring how pretty they looked.

Dabi slid down their sweatpants along with their underwear, peppering gentle kisses against their soft thighs. “My good girl,” he whispered, his thumb coming to rub at her clit, “you’re already so fuckin’ wet for me, too. Don’t let that drop outta your mouth, darling.”

She nodded her head, her hand coming to his hair. Her fingers curled in his black hair, giving him a gentle tug.

His tongue darted out, licking a long stripe up her clit, eyes locked on hers. He smiled at her reaction, wrapping his lips around her swollen clit.

She arched her back, her thighs closing around his head. Dabi always knew how to send her over the edge within seconds. His tongue was always magical, especially with the piercing that just sent her into a frenzy whenever he’d let it drag across her clit.

Dabi flicked his tongue against the sensitive bud, his fingers finding their way to her hole. He pushed a single digit into her tight heat, his tongue quickening.

She threw her head back, his single finger instantly pressing against that spongy spot inside of her. “Fuck, Dabi, you’re gonna make me cum already..” she whimpered out.

Dabi chuckled against her, “Yeah?” he licked his lips, “You’re gonna cum? Just from the one finger and my tongue? I swear you get more and more sensitive each time,” Dabi said, his movements quickening.

Her thighs were twitching, eyes blown wide with lust. She rocked her hips against his finger and tongue, feeling that band in her stomach snap, orgasm washing over her body.

“Just like that, baby... Let it all go and cum for me,” he bit down on his lip, sitting up from her legs. “Let me fuck you,” he whispered, tugging her thighs open.

He wasted no time stripping from his pajama pants and boxers, his already hard cock pressed against her entrance. “Look at you, so fucking wet for me..” he bent down to press a kiss against her forehead.

He slowly slid his cock into her pussy, a deep sigh falling from his lips, “And you’re so, so fucking tight..” he praised, his hands falling down to the curves of her hips.

She moaned, eyes rolling back. “I want you to fuck me so hard, Dabi... I want your cum..” she whispered, moving her body to get him to move.

He got the hint, beginning to thrust his dick deep into her cunt, his lips parted in an ‘o’ shape. “That’s a good girl... beg me to make you cum..”

She clenched around him, his words going straight to her core. His husky voice mixing in with the feeling of him buried deep inside of her was sending her into pure ecstasy.

“Please make me cum. I’ll be your good girl and obey everything you say..” she moaned, “I want to ride you..”

Dabi paused at her words, a smile coming to his lips. “Say less,” he chuckled, laying himself down, “get on top, lemme see that pretty ass bounce on my cock..” he said to her, opening his arms for her to get into.

She instantly did so, sinking down on his length.

Dabi took ahold of her hands, looking up at her as she took his cock. “I can see your reflection in that mirror behind you,” he hummed, pointing, “you look so damn fine like that... bounce up and down, just for me.” he sat up a bit, lips kissing at her chest.

She gripped his hands tightly, her hips beginning to move up and down just like he’d wanted. “You’re so dirty...” She whispered, her eyes closing from the embarrassment.

“Open those eyes, darling. I want you to look at me while I fuck you. And last time I checked,” He pulled her down a bit so he could kiss her on the lips, “you cum faster whenever I lean in real close and talk about how I’m gonna wreck that pussy of yours, hm?” He teased, hands coming back to her hips, guiding them up and down. “And you’re practically gushing around me.”

Her breath grew heavy, eyes crossing instantly at his words. “I think i’m gonna cum, Dabi..” she whispered, her hips moving faster and faster. “Please, please make me cum... I just wanna cum around your cock, please..” she begged, her hands clenching his even tighter as she grew closer and closer to her orgasm.

“Yeah? Think you can hold it for me, baby?” he asked her.

She shook her head, “I’m already so close... I don’t think I can hold it any longer..” she whimpered, throwing her head back.

“Do it for me. I wanna see something..” he held her hips in place, beginning to move his own to ram inside her, a soft gasp leaving his lips. “I wanna see what you look like when you’re so close to cumming but you can’t,” he told her.

Her moan came out louder, sweat beading at her hairline. “F-Fuck, Dabi! I need to cum, please make me cum,” she begged him, clenching tightly around his cock.

Dabi just watched the way her face twisted in pleasure, his hips never slowing down the pace. “You gonna be a bad girl and cum before I can even say to? How much of a desperate slut are you exactly?” he chuckled lowly, looking down at their sexes.

She shook her head, biting down on her lip to conceal the noise. “I’ll be your good girl and wait,” it almost pained her to say. “I’ll be a good girl and I’ll cum when you let me cum..”

Dabi pulled her down again, smashing his lips against hers. “Good fucking girl,” he growled in between kisses, “cum for me.”

She felt tears brimming at her eyes, the pleasure building up so much faster than it was before. She came around his cock, her hips stuttering as she laid her torso against his.

Dabi wrapped his arms around her, whispering into her ear to guide her through orgasm.

“Just like that... Good girl... Keep moving like that and you’ll make me cum deep inside that pretty pussy of yours,” he said to her.

She did her best grinding against his torso, each movement making her cunt tingle from the aftershocks.

Dabi closed his eyes, feeling his orgasm approach. He came deep inside of her, painting her walls white as he let out a long groan from the pleasure, cock twitching.

After both riding out their highs, Y/N was left on top of Dabi, her body comfortably pressed against his.

“Agree to do this again tomorrow?”

“Agreed.”

#dabi x black!reader #mha x black!reader #dabi #mha #black reader #touya todoroki #touya todoroki x reader #bnha x black!reader

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cigsandsegs · 3 years

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“That’s the point baby”

You were watching your show on TV, waiting for your boyfriend, Yuuji, to come back from his jog. He has this routine of going on jogs in the afternoon so he can keep his shape.

The show slowly became more boring as you became more and more impatient for him to come home. As you reached for your phone to call him, you heard someone knocking on the door. Quickly you stood up and opened it, seeing Yuuji drenched in sweat in his tight black tank top.

His chest rising up and down as he panted, trying to catch his breath. His hand came up to push the strands of hair that were stuck on his forehead. His biceps flexing slightly that made you uncontrollably clenched into nothing seeing him do that. You’ve seen him like this many time before, but he looked especially hot today. He looked at you with a smile and finally said;

“Sorry babe, i forgot to take my keys with me” he huffed a chuckle and looked you up and down. You were wearing satin pijama shorts with just a bralette, looking beautiful as ever. Your long legs looked smooth and silky in those shorts that made his head dizzy. He looked at your face and saw how you checked him out, realising he was doing the same thing.

He leaned closer to you, placing his hands on your waist which made you snap out of your thoughts. “What are you thinking about baby?” He whispered as he left the softest kisses on your neck. You felt his hands squeeze your waist waiting for an answer.

“How hot you look right now.” You let out a shaky breath trying to control yourself. He chuckled, picking you up by your hips suddenly and making you wrap your legs around his waist. You pulled him into a heated kiss, grabbing his neck and pushing your tongue in his mouth.

He groaned against your mouth, his hands on your ass gripping it and pulling it apart as he guided you inside the house. He kicked a door open, and settled you down in the ground to take your clothes off and you noticed he took you to the bathroom. He took off his clothes too, grabing your neck with his right hand and pulling you into another kiss, his other hand on your hip pulled you even closer.

He guided your body backwards until your back was against the tiles of the shower. He turned the shower head, hot water pouring over your bodies making everything slippery. His lips trailed down your neck, to your collarbones and ended on your nipples, sucking and biting the small numb while his other hand cupped your pussy,stroking your entranced with his fingers.

“So wet already..is it from the water or from me angel?” He laughed, coming up to look at face, seeing your expression. You were biting your lips looking into his eyes.

“All from you” you whisper melting into the fingers that dipped into your hole. He hummed in approval, pleased with your answer. He smirked as he heard you moan when he put two fingers in you, knuckles deep. Your wetness and the water mixing together as the sound your cunt made encouraged him to continue.

He lowered his head so it can be levelled with your pussy. He nibbled on your clit, still ramming his fingers on you making you cry out in pleasure.

“Fuck Yuuji just like that” you threw your head back in the wall moaning his name. You fingers ranked through his now wet hair, making him come closer. You bucked your hips up, trying to get even more friction than you already have.

You felt your pussy being stretched even more and you realised he had added another finger, scissoring and slamming his fingers in you. You sobbed loudly, begging to continue harder. He couldn’t say no to you, so he added another finger, making them four, reaching deep inside you with so much force that the water dripping down to your cunt splattered everywhered.

“YesyesyesyESYESYES-” You whined and chanted over and over again feeling your orgasm being gushed on his fingers that still rammed in you, his mouth still working on your button that was now puffy and red from sensitivity.

He let you come down from your high, pulling out his fingers, sucking two of them in his mouth, sighing from the taste. He took them out of his mouth and licked a long stripe on your cunt tasting even more of your cum on his tongue leaving a puckered kiss on your pussy before coming up to face you.

He brought up his fingers in your mouth, tapping your lips slightly with the tips, asking you to open up silently. He watched your tongue lick his fingers, puckering them and sucking on them tasting yourself. You moaned at the flavour, sweet and addicting. Now you knew why he could never get enough of eating you out.

He watched how you grabbed his wrist and started deepthroating his fingers, your mind in to a euphoria. You moaned and whine around his digits, hitting the back of your throat and making you gag. He pushed them down to your tongue, holding your jaw open.

He turned you around, your nipples touching the cold tiles, his fingers still on your tongue as you felt him slap his cock slightly on your ass cheeks watching them jiggle. You whined on his fingers, pushing your ass back, wanting more.

“Such a greedy girl” he chuckled against your neck as he finally lined himself in your entranced, bucking his hips fast, not letting you have time to adjust, making you sob.

“So fucking tight against me” he groaned biting your neck and continuing to thrust in you with speed. The fingers in your mouth choked you as you cried out at how he abuses your cunt. His hot breath fanning you neck making goosebumps rise in your body.

He pulled his fingers out of your mouth and grabbed your hands with both of his and holded them in your back, shifting his hips slightly and hitting in an angle that reached inside you deeper.

“Oh fuck me Yuuji yES-” You gasped, your nails digging in the palms of your hand leaving marks and throwing your head back hitting his shoulder.

He sadisticly laughed behind you, and whispered in your ear.

“That’s the point baby.” One of his hands came down to rub on your clit in an 8 form, that made your head spin in circles. While the other one grabbed you wet hair pulling your head back even more. Your second orgasm coming through as he went faster and harder making you call out his name.

He slapped your pussy with his hand, making your cunt even more sensitive than it was, now puffy and ready to be beaten by his dick even more.

He pulled out, making your juices ran down your body, dripping from his dick down to the tiles. He turned you around and kissed you deeply as he lifted your self in his arms. You wrapped your legs around his waist for support from the water that made you body slippery and he lined himself in your pussy again making you moan against his mouth.

“You’re even more tight, fuck baby.” He muttered on your lips and bit the bottom of it, pulling it with his teeth.

His hands gripped on to your hips, trying to keep you steady as he picked the pace again. The new angle hitting the spongy spot inside you that made you see stars.

You felt your next orgasm about to come, the coil inside you ready to snap. He panted as he started to go harder and faster once he heard you cry out even more. You threw your hands everywhere on him. Gripping his shoulders, his biceps, digging your nails into his flesh and when he repositioned you a little on the left, you lost it.

“ITADORI YES YES PLEASE FUCK ME OH MY GOD YES” You screamed, your hands now on his back holding and scratching it for your dear life. Red marks where all over Yuuji’s back making him hiss from pleasure. Your third orgasm snapping and sending you over the edge once again.

Your pussy clenched around him, sucking him in and his dick became more and more sensitive by that action.

“Keep clenching around me like that and im gonna cum in you baby” You didn’t waste any time, clenching around him even more, hearing him moan loudly as his tip pushed on you g-spot.

“Y/N I’m cumming fuck” He breathed shakily. His face falling in the crook of you neck, his hot breath on your skin plus the hot water that was still pouring making you lose your mind.

“Do it baby, cum all over me” You moaned to his ear. His moaned once again, his thrusts becoming sloppy and messy as he was on the adge of cumming.

“Get on your knees angel.” He let you on the ground, you legs shaking and wobbling from your orgasm and the intense thrusts he gave you.

You did as he said, getting on your knees, hands on his thighs and mouth slightly open ready to catch his cum. He worked his hand on his member, moaning your name over and over and over like a prayer. Feeling his orgasm finally come, his cum ended on your lips and a bit of your cheeks which dripped down to your boobs.

He sighed in relief, finally looking down on your face, loving how you looked covered in his cum. He smeared the cum that was on your lips with the tip of his cock, humming how good were behaving for him. His good girl.

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