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blue-jisungs · 1 year

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exam szn

request. yes, this one from my 3k ask game. feel free to request but please read the rules beforehand :D also i hope you don’t mind i kind of turned into it academic rivals but technically it’s enemies too…. i didn’t have any other idea how to combine it :( i’m not really happy with how it came out as well ㅠㅠ i hope you like it tho!! <3

a/n. it’s actually crazy bc the day before i wrote this and got this ask i talked with @slytherinhobi about yj… then i got the ask… and then when i started writing it yj posted those pics on twt. it’s destiny frfr yeonjun ask me out already 🙄🙄

summary. when your academic rival witnessed your breakdown, neither of you expect such outcome

warnings. crying, reader is extremely stressed :(

finals are never easy.

and they definitely aren’t easy when you also have a nosy boy on your head, bragging about how he’s better at you in anything.

“can you shut up for once?” you spit out, looking at yeonjun. his smirk widens as he shakes his head as a no “god, you’re worse than beomgyu”

you’re waiting for the examiner to let you into the class. it’s been a long week of exams, every day from a different subject. it’s friday which means it’s the last day but you can feel the stress and tiredness getting into you as you can’t even focus on anything. and the fact that you’re in the same room as yeonjun doesn’t help.

your rivalry started in first grade when you got the maximum on a test and he didn’t. and when the teacher praised you for it? yeah, that was the starting point. you have no idea why did he care so much, you just wanted to be left alone. but when yeonjun signalled that he’s not leaving you any time soon, it quickly escalated into competition.

the worst part was that you realised that you kind of, well… have a crush on him. it was stupid, you knew. but he wasn’t that bad. okay, towards you he was a complete asshole. but you saw the way he’s nice to his friends and how he cares about them. and - you had to admit - he is such a pretty boy–

“–are you deaf or something?”

you snapped your gaze towards him and his stupid smile.

“piss off” you huffed and entered the room upon seeing how you two are the only left. hmph. the teacher must have came earlier.

yeonjun watched you and he felt his heart ache. you seemed exhausted. he felt guilt sinking in his stomach because what if he’s the reason? it’s the finals and you’re stressed enough…

he shook his head and entered the classroom, sitting on his spot. the teacher started giving out the tests and yeonjun took a last glance at you and your shaking hands.

three hours, one headache and sweaty palms layer you stormed out of the classroom, heading to the nearest bathroom to let out the tears you’ve been holding for the past half an hour.

you felt awful. the questions weren’t that hard, sure, because you studied but even though you felt that you failed miserably. it was just too much.

you slammed the door and leaned over the sink, taking a shaky breath. you let out a harsh sob, the emotions that bottled up in the past week finally breaking out.

you didn’t even realise when the door from the bathroom opened. only when you heard this annoying voice… that was strangely soft, you looked up just to catch eye contact with him in the mirror.

“y/n…?”

you let out a shriek, jumping away from the sink. it was yeonjun. what is yeonjun doing in a ladies bathroom, first of all. and why–

“get out!” you sniffled, manically trying to wipe out the tears even though he’s literally standing here in front of you and is a witness of your mental breakdown.

“you do realise it’s the men’s bathroom, right? soobin told me he saw you. as much as he always talks shit i had to check out myself” he scoffed. you didn’t see how his expression softened though. the feeling of guilt from before returning to him because he was unfortunately right. it was awful to see you in a state like this and especially knowing that he was party a cause of it–

“sorry”

yeonjun looked at you, eyes widening. the tears didn’t stop streaming from your face as you took your bag and rushed to the exit.

he didn’t know what to do. yeonjun knew he can’t leave you like this, as much as you probably hate him. you need to be taken care of right now.

he stormed out of the bathroom and caught up to you. yeonjun gently grabbed your wrist, the sight of his worried gaze confusing you.

“leave me alone” you hissed, trying to wriggle out of his hold. he did not let go.

“i know you hate me but y/n, you’re not in the best–” he started as you punched his chest, tears dwelling in your eyes once again

“yes, indeed i hate you. who you are to tell in what mental condition am i?” you spit out and gave up, letting out a harsh sob. you stopped moving, looking down.

“i’m sorry. i’m an asshole, i know” yeonjun mumbled and was caught off guard when you suddenly hugged him tightly.

“i’m just so tired” you cried into his shirt, probably soaking it. his eyes widened but he quickly wrapped his arms around you feeling that you needed that hug.

“i know. but please don’t cry. please” yeonjun whispered into your hair, feeling his eyes water as well “you’ll be alright. i promise”

“no i won’t. the exam went horrible” you sobbed but your breath started getting more stable.

“i’m sure you did well. i really am. but let’s take care of you now, okay? you’re overworked” he said. you fell silent, the occasional shivers of your body letting him know that you’re calming down.

he wasn’t rushing you. and when you finally let go, he quickly wiped his eyes before you could notice.

“why do you act like that?” you asked and yeonjun let out a deep sigh, cupping your cheeks and wiping gently your smudged mascara with his fingers “you literally told me to eat dirt yesterday”

yeonjun tightened his lips, mind racing with million of thoughts.

“i can’t say it…” he sighed, removing his hands. he couldn’t possibly tell you that he may or may have not developed feelings towards you.

“coward” you scoff, wiping your cheeks and taking a deep breath “well… thank you. i guess. but now i’m gonna go”

“please don’t–” yeonjun said before he could realise those words left his mouth. you turned around and he cleared his throat. you looked at each other shocked.

he took a deep sigh and pulled you closer.

“i know it’s not the best time to say it since you’re still stressed about the exam. and i know my actions says otherwise but i… i like you. and i feel so bad knowing that i was the reason that got you so stressed out too” he confessed, looking for some kind of reaction on your face. he certainly did not expect you to cry though.

“don’t joke about it. is this a test or what? that’s just mean” you sniff, hiding your face in your hands.

“what? y/n, i’m not. it’s just… i didn’t intend on being mean it just… happened” he mumbled, causing you to scoff “but i really like you. and i’m sorry i just threw it on you like that– oof!”

you hugged him again, sobbing into his shirt.

“i liked you for so long it broke my heart that you acted this way towards me” you murmured and yeonjun’s heart sped up. what…?

he took a deep breath, trying to calm down. his mind tried hard to comprehend how you managed to like him despite his mean posture towards you but right now he knew you have to rest.

yeonjun slowly pulled you away, pressing a soft kiss onto your forehead.

“i’m sorry. but let’s go over to my place now, okay? you have to eat something” he smiled softly.

“can you– hold my hand though?” you whispered, yeonjun’s heart clenching with how adorable you are.

“of course” he hummed and grabbed your hand, caressing it with his thumb.

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daenysx · 1 year

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🩷hellooo! I love ur writing and wanted to request aemond (modern or not your choice) reader gets really upset and frustrated with school and is just angry and sad and crying and he just comforts them. 🩷🩷🩷sending hearts

hi!! thank you for this request and your lovely words! crying because of school is totally relatable to me, i hope you enjoy this little shot!

my masterlist

overachiever

you stress about your exams but modern!aemond is here to comfort you.

you stare at your screen for the past 15 minutes.

you don't understand anything you read.

and it gets too much at some point. how will you ever be prepared for your exams if you can't even keep what you read in your mind? there is almost a week for you to finish studying for your exams but with your lack of focus and high level of stress, you don't think you can finish everything.

you stand up angrily, push the papers in front of you to other side, and try to breathe. you know you should stay calm to achieve your goals, academic validation has always been important for you and you know exactly well what you're going through right now, you've been there countless times.

you can't help the tears streaming down your face. you cover your face with your hands, walking to your bed, and lay facedown. you cry for what felt like hours, your head starts aching. you just want to get out of this terrible mindset and start studying but there is no motivation to hold onto right now.

you hear the doorbell ring and leave your bed with slow steps. you don't even bother to look at yourself on the mirror, who cares anyway. you open the door, only to see your boyfriend aemond targaryen standing there with his perfect posture.

"sweetheart?"

you pull him inside and wrap your arms around him instantly. he never rejects your touch, steps inside, and closes the door. he holds you, curious of what happened. he tries to keep himself from asking questions, he knows you'll tell him after you catch your breath.

he tries to look at your face, cups your cheeks. you look at him with big, teary eyes, and wet eyelashes. he kisses your forehead, your hairline. "let's go to your room, shall we?"

you nod, take his hand and let him lead you. he takes a quick look on the room and sees the thrown out papers, pens everywhere, and your laptop screen which is closed. your bed is messy and there are empty coffee cups everywhere in different spots.

he sits on your bed and pulls you to his lap. your tears slow down, and you take a deep breath. you brush away your tears with angry fingers and he holds your hands, stops you from your harsh touches.

"shh, don't hurt yourself, love."

he gently touches your cheeks, dries your tears and kisses your face. "would you like to talk about it?"

"nothing happened, it's just- there's only one week aemond! and i don't know how to finish them all, how to focus. i've read the entire text this morning and when i finished there was nothing in my head! i'm- i don't know what to do."

he knows how you feel like when you think you don't believe you won't achieve everything you want. he has seen how you act when you stress too much, how you try to stay awake all night to finish your work.

"let's calm down for a moment, hmm? you don't have to start just now. you can take your time baby."

you shake your head. "but it's-"

he shushes you by kissing your lips. your stiff body melts into him, he kisses you until you stop thinking anything but him. aemond targaryen is a good distraction. literally.

he kisses your lips passionately, not stops until you reach for his hand. you break the kiss and put your head on his shoulder. he rubs your back with kind fingers. he wants you to take all the time you need to go back to your normal self from this stressful state.

"i think we should let some air in this room. i'll open the window, and you wash your face. meet me in the kitchen after you finish baby."

you nod, stand up and leave his lap. he opens the window first, then takes all the coffee cups from your room to the kitchen. he knows how you don't like it when someone makes changes on the table you are studying on, how you organize your stuff in your head and even if the table looks messy, it's organized for you.

you go to kitchen after washing your face with cold water. he greets you as he leans to the counter, kisses you hello and gives you a smile.

"are you hungry?" he asks.

you shake your head. "coffee?"

he already knew you would ask for more coffee. "there were 3 cups in your room baby, are you sure you want more?"

you nod. "yes but with more milk please."

"you go to the couch, i'll be back."

you listen to his words, go sit on the couch comfortably and pull the soft blanket on you. he comes back with two cups after a few minutes and puts them on coffee table.

he takes you in his arms with motioned movements. it's always the same with him, big arms around you and his scent everywhere. his presence makes you calm down because you know how he'll convince you into the truths you can't see right now.

"am i going too hard on myself?" you ask with a small voice. "are my goals too high for me to reach?"

he gently takes your hand and kisses the back of it. "no, my love. i don't think your goals are too high for you to reach. i believe you can achieve anything you want, however you want."

"you do?"

"of course i do. you're my perfect girl, remember? you know it's normal to have breakdowns once in a while. you've been through them before and there's no reason for you to fail right now."

you snuggle to his chest. you know he's right and this gives you a chance to breathe without your heart clenching with anxiety.

"thank you." you say with a soft voice.

he kisses your forehead before answering. "there's no need to thank me. you know i'll be here for you, baby."

#aemond targaryen #aemond targaryen x reader #aemond x you #aemond x reader #modern!aemond #house of the dragon #hotd #aemond one eye #aemond × reader #aemond fluff

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h-c-u · 1 year

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I see forever in your eyes

Summary: Evolution of the relationship, ended with a bit of fluff in the end ;)

Pairing: Tom Cruise x fem!reader

W/C: 1.6k

Rating: PG | Age Gap

TWs: None

Dedication: This fic is dedicated to the lovely @malavera :) Something in a conversation with her gave the idea for the last few paragraphs, and the rest kind of materialised out of it's own free will.

A/N: I don't usually write RPFs, so it's a bit new for me, but I like the challenge :)

Masterlist | List of tags | Dandelions - Ruth B.

Being engaged to a movie star had its ups and downs.

Even though Tom did everything in his power to keep as much of your private life, well... private, he couldn't stop the press and paparazzi from trying to squeeze anything and everything they possibly could from the crumbs that he didn't manage to hide. And honestly... you didn't care. As long as you had him with you all the crazy theories and speculations didn't matter, and even more - few of them were actually funny. There was one that said that he literally bought you when he was visiting a 3rd world country... And another that said that you hypnotized him with your super-psychology powers, because how else you could have landed one of the most recognizable celebrities?

It didn't help that you were so much younger than him, which only fed them more... There were caricatures of him as a grandpa and you as a baby, sworn testimonies from people neither of you knew that he groomed you when you were still underage, and your personal favorite - a couple who pretended to be your parents, trying to convince the police and press that Tom kidnapped and brainwashed you, is abusing you and that they just want their little girl back home. As if you weren't almost 30. And you actually had to entertain the last idea for a bit, because even though there was no relationship between you and the crazy couple, you and Tom were still placed under observation for a week.

Sure, it wasn't the easiest, and you hated seeing Tom get angry at every ridiculous rumor. But one gentle touch from you was enough for all that negativity to disappear, and you loved watching him instantly relax just because you placed your hand on his shoulder. Or cupped his face. Or placed a soft kiss on the top of his head...

With time both of you learned that it was actually better for you to be in a public eye right next to him. The press couldn't say that he was abusing you if you were seen in a backless dress with slits up your thighs and there were no visible bruises. They couldn't accuse him of grooming you when you look nothing like the child they painted you to be. Sure, there still were wild theories, but not as aggressive as at the beginning, when there were only a few blurred pictures of you two together. And there were more and more articles talking about how much you loved each other with pictures of him looking at you with that relaxed expression, when you were holding hands, or when he was kissing your hand while someone managed to snatch a picture.

He wanted to take you with him to work, but that wasn't something that you wanted to do every day. Sure, you could fly with him whenever he was leaving the country and occasionally visit the set to meet his friends and co-stars, but you much rather focus on doing something else.

Since you had a Ph.D. in developmental psychology, you weren't exactly able to find a job in your field, and it was weighing on you, because you've spent so much time studying and doing research in a field you were deeply passionate about, only to have to choose between it and the man you loved. Because there was no chance that you would risk files of your patients being leaked to the press, which was a real possibility if you started working as a therapist while being engaged (and soon to be married) to one Mr. Tom Cruise. He would have never asked you to choose though, and it was a burden you were carrying alone because you didn't want to worry him.

But even if he didn't know exactly why he knew that something was wrong... So he helped you find something that you could do while he was on set, which was charity work. And of course, the press jumped on that with headlines like "Tom Cruise's latest fling gets HER way with HIS money". It didn't matter that you never touched his fortune... And instead of focusing on collecting money, you were finding local companies who were willing to donate their time or products to communities they were already close to. It was much easier than you first assumed because your name was linked with your fiancee's in every google search, and you were basically promoting those companies just by association.

And when you eventually started giving interviews to get ahead of any nasty rumors, there was a lot of venom from your interviewers. But because you basically had a degree from human behavior, it didn't take you long to understand what exactly most of them were after, and you were skilfully flipping the script in your favor, using their own words against them, to the point that few articles accused you of demanding the questions before the interview. You were happy to prove them wrong again and again. It was fun, dueling people who started with pure resentment towards you and ended up supporting your cause.

And as it turned out, you had a knack for it.

Eventually, the word about your agenda carried and you had to hire people to help you manage all the companies that wanted to join your cause, and only after four months you were running a full-blown non-profit, that matched companies willing to donate surplus of their products to people who needed it most. And it grew more and more every week to the point, when finally when you were out with Tom, you were asked about something other than who you were wearing, and what it was like being with such a famous actor.

And he was your number one cheerleader. Not only by praising you in every interview he did, but also by including you in the conversation, and encouraging you to talk about your latest projects. Logically you knew that you wouldn't be able to grow as much that quickly without his name associated with yours, even if he was purposefully staying away from the charity, not wanting to take the light that was shining brightly on you.

It took a while, but the venom slowly disappeared from the headlines, replaced by your latest pictures full of affection and speculation if you had already gotten married, and if not - was the date set up.

And now you were standing in front of the venue where there was another award afterparty, you were mostly alone in the area where you were supposed to wait for your turn in front of all the cameras, with only a few other people, who - if you were completely honest - you didn't recognize. You still had a few minutes without all the flashes and millions of questions. He was holding your hand in his, with your fingers intertwined, and just looked at you. In his eyes you were the most beautiful creature on this planet, nothing could even compare. You eventually gently put your head on his shoulder, stealing a moment of intimacy from all the reporters. You were careful not to transfer any makeup to his grey suit, even though you knew he didn't care.

With Tom so close, and a subtle scent of his cologne surrounding you, it was extremely easy to forget that showing up here tonight was more of an obligation than an actual date. And as if someone somewhere heard your thoughts, speakers started playing one of your favorite songs, Dandelions, which you started humming with a giant smile on your face. And as soon as Tom realized what was happening, he placed a soft kiss on the top of your head and changed the way he was holding your hand, so he was able to twirl you, and you immediately followed his lead, because at this point no words were necessary to communicate. You came back to him with another twirl, and he was already waiting for you, ready to put his hand on your shoulder blade, and as soon as he did that, you put yours on his shoulder, and off you went.

It was extremely easy to slip into the steps of the waltz you were following so many times in the privacy of your home, far from any prying eyes. And it wasn't a complicated choreography, but with your flowy dress, every twirl, every turn, every switch looked magnificent. You let Tom lead, and you closed your eyes, imagining that you were far away from here, letting him steer you away from anyone who was waiting for their turn to go to the red carpet.

Every move either of you made was meant to compliment the other person... He was your ornate frame, and you were the painting within it... And together you were a masterpiece. You opened your eyes again, just to catch him doing the same, and you couldn't stop the giant smile climbing onto your face. It was so easy to forget why you were here, with his beautiful green eyes so intensely focused on yours, because everything else faded when you were together, and you hoped that this would never change.

But eventually, someone loudly said his and your name, calling you to the red carpet, and one look from Tom told you exactly what he planned to do, and you couldn't help but laugh out loud, and let him lead you, still waltzing, to the red carpet, giving reporters a small glimpse into your real life. You were immediately attacked with a cacophony of screams and flashes, but none of that mattered. Right now there was only him and you, twirling your way to the center of the carpet. Because you were focused on only one point in space, you didn't even get dizzy when you finally stopped.

He let your waist go and placed a small kiss on your hand, and pulled you closer, so both of you could take your rehearsed, photograph-worthy poses, and come back to reality.

P.S.: For the choreography I thought about something like this set of course to this song The tempo is really similar, so you can open both at the same time and mute the dance video while the song will play in the background :)

#my writing #RPF fanfiction #Tom Cruise x reader #tom cruise x female reader #🖤#tom cruise fanfiction

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totally-not-a-tickle-blog · 2 months

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Hi can I infodump about Roy and my interpretation w/ him when it comes to coping mechanism regards sexual abuse to you?

Click here to allow me 👇 (long text)

To be honest I don't think he'll leave the more ""stereotypical"" type of victim bubble since 1- He's not a big focus in the show and 2- It's quite complicated and I don't know if Sr Pelo and the team would go that deep, but I like to overanalyze things. With that being said:

It feels off for me when he's shown as easily affected whenever his uncle is mentioned. I personally don't see it as HIM.

It's vague and anyone can see it whatever they like, it's 100% fine, but Roy is just... stubborn and ignorant. Those are two of his biggest traits and it's impossible for it not to affect how he deals with that trauma; he already has to deal with arrogant parents (mostly mother), not being himself even if he wants to (what pretty much hurts his natural ego), so being aware that even ANOTHER member of your family took advantage of you in even worst ways is basically a shot straight to the head. He's fighting something already and he'll definitely be in denial with a second one, not to mention that if people actually began to act all "soft" after finding that out IT'D MAKE THINGS WORSE.

It's literally the same as going to someone who wants to be seen as superior and mock him by treating them like a baby. It'll just make him try harder and harder to be taken seriously, including trying to ignore the trauma more and more.

And to be honest, even if he told his parents he'd stay in denial. Carmen and Richard are questionable parents but they're not monsters like some people think they are, they'd offer help and ask him what they want and need to know, but it changes nothing on how they treated him before nor his personality will suddenly change. I also have a lot to talk about his relationship with his parents, but that's for another one if I feel like it.

Now coming back to the beginning, when I mention that he doesn't get triggered when his uncle is the topic, I see it like that because his mind couldn't properly see the uncle as an enemy. He knows that what happened is wrong and that he's an asshole, but I'm talking about something more personal. A poor example for the sensation itself: You eat in a restaurant, and weeks later you find out that the waiter spit in your food. Will you come back? No. Are you also full MAD at him? Also no. You got angry in the first moments, sometimes still do, but you didn't even saw anything wrong with your food back then. You recognized it, but your brain didn't.

Now, when it's the sexual abuse itself, it affects him way more mostly because it makes him feel stupid, paranoid and dare I say disgusted maybe. I admit, that part is mostly me projecting, but it still makes sense in a way. It's more of a internal change instead of an external one (are those the right words?), since the consequences isn't as obvious and explicit if you did recognized the scene as a trauma at the time. You may not be against physical touch, but you may struggle interacting nicely afraid that you'll mess up again. I hope I didn't messed up on that part, or any at all--

ALRIGHT, briefly, Roy don't want sympathy, but he needs empathy, just like his friends are doing. They know what Roy goes through and still won't let him do whatever he wants, don't try babysitting him nor desperately tries to search for help right away like that. He's focused on his parents and can't handle even more trauma right now, and if he does start to try helping himself it'll be when he's older and don't have as much ego as he does now.

Ty for reading and I am SO SO sorry if I said anything shitty, sexual abuse is a topic that I always had some sort of interest on (studying and talking about), so I tend to think about it a lot specially when a hyperfixation is included.

EDIT: Just wanted to add that Roy's anger issues are also a nice response to everything I just said (nice in a "it connects" way, not good), someone as low-tempered as himself wouldn't be able to handle with the pressure of "You need to vent" without "exploding", thinking that his abuse consequently made him weaker and less worth of respect; "That shit just makes everything worse, so it's easier if I just ignore it!"

#I have so many things about him that I wanna talk about but idk if anyone would care #spooky month #spooky month roy #sm roy #S/A #sexualabuse #infodump

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onekisstotakewithme · 5 months

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mashnoir because I'm hungry for more and also sperm donor!

i will... do sperm donor first so I can post mashnoir below the fold (since it'll have spoilers for post-ch 6).

anyway the gist of sperm donor (which I set aside to work on president CJ) is that during season 5, shortly after the supremes, a whole bunch of events conspire to make CJ think about kids and the having of them, and she starts considering using a sperm donor. guess who the number one candidate might be. (it's danny).

I had a lot of fun writing it because it was a lot of the day to day political stuff that ASorks excelled at. I had to do like six years of research for the like 12k I had of it.

Snippet (featuring my favourite, CJ + press corps banter):

“Have you changed your stance on your right to adopt?” “Okay,” CJ says, as Katie grins at her. “Just, right out of the gate, that’s what you’re going for?” Katie raises an eyebrow, but Mark holds up his pen beside her. CJ looks between the two of them, before saying, “… Mark?” “Will you be adopting a boy, or a girl?” “Do you two rehearse this act, or…?” Katie and Mark both laugh, exchanging a look, before CJ asks, “Do either of you have a real question?” “Does this law favour younger parents?” “No. Typically the kids who are adopted are younger, generally infants and small children. The older you get, the more likely you are to age out of the system. The Federal Adoption Opportunities Act is designed to streamline the process of getting more kids out of the foster care system and into families that want them, with a focus on getting older kids into foster families and eventual adoption. Chris?” “Will there be any studies conducted on the effects and outcomes associated with adoption, or is that considered a state matter?” “It is one of the requirements of the bill that adoption outcomes will be studied at length, and recommendations will be made to Congress once those studies take place. Steve?” “Do you know who’s dressing up as the Easter Bunny this year?” “You know what? I don’t, but that’s a great question. If any of you see Toby Ziegler around today, you should tell him to do it. That’s a full lid, everyone, thank you. Have a good night.”

as for mashnoir... was literally cackling and kicking my feet over the plot twist in chapter six. the real question of why did i add more chapters... the answer is because I want more interactions between the three of them. Did I maybe pick a more mundane version where I could've written something more gritty (Hawk sleeping with both Hunnicutts and them putting a hit out on each other?). sure. but i'm enjoying subverting the noir twists and turns ;)

also a love letter to your favourite state of maine will be in this fic.

anyway this bit from chapter eight:

Hawkeye should feel relieved, now that the whole scheme is out in the open – now that he’s a co-conspirator in a mercy killing instead of a co-conspirator in a murder – but he doesn’t. If he thought the weight on his soul and his conscience would be eased by the knowledge that he’s easing a dying man’s suffering, that was blown to hell with the knowledge that he’ll be leaving a child without a father. Worse still, he genuinely likes BJ, despite barely knowing him, and the loss of it tears at him. And given this madcap little scheme that he’s hatched of leaving a proper paper trail for any enterprising Barton Keyes-in-training, he’s only contributing to his own suffering by putting himself in close proximity to BJ on a regular basis. The first of these appointments falls in late July, the dead of summer, on a day so hot that there seems to be a permanent haze hanging over Boston, hot enough that the only flowers not wilting are the wax ones sitting on the nurse’s station.

(yes this is the start of chapter eight, don't @ me, I've been pulled in 1000 directions for the past week).

many twists to come. maybe not many. twists to come :)

#thank you sarah!!!!#i love talking about my silly ww wips #the west wing wiply

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yanderedreaming · 2 years

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Daddy issues

Pairing: Reader x Step dad Toji Fushiguro.

Warnings: Step dad, manipulation, mentions of cheating and death, daddy kink, smut, dark content, dub-con.

Summary: Your mother marries the man of her dreams. One day she goes on vacation with her friends leaving you, her 19 year old daughter, alone with your step father.

Word Count: 3.2k

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Your mothers new husband Toji was everything she wanted in a man. According to her, he was a tall hunky beast she could never get enough of, yet he was the perfect husband who was kind and funny. She couldn’t see how Toji was a walking talking red flag, he would ask her for money every now and then, probably taking advantage of the fact that she was a rich widower. He would constantly be out all night and come back drunk to satisfy his urges before leaving once again.

This stuff never bothered you as it was her life, she was used to being walked over by men and it was quite the norm. But the one thing that made you hate him was the way he would look at you and make every effort to touch you when your mother wasn’t looking. Or maybe she was, it wasn’t like she cared anyway.

At first you thought it was an accident when he brushed past you when you were standing in the kitchen, his torso pressed a little too hard against your back, or when he walked in your room without knocking when you had told your mother you were going in for a shower. But things got clearer when you realised it had become an everyday thing, Toji never passed up an opportunity to touch your delicate skin. He would come up behind you when you were stacking the plates and putting them in the top shelf, his chest firmly pressed against your back as he took the plates out of your hands and put them in the shelf instead.

You complained to your mom rather implicitly, not wanting to go into the details but she would always brush you off and tell you, you were imagining things. Even going as far as saying why would he be interested in you when he has me? Yes. Your mother was immature and too full of herself, part of you knew the only reason she kept you around was because you were the one who inherited your fathers wealth, your paternal grandfather made sure of that. You leaving would mean your mother would lose the steady flow of income in her bank account.

You were 19 and still living in your mothers house, well it was yours but you lived with your mother, and her husband Toji. You wanted to leave and get your own place, but your mother wouldn’t allow that. She knew if you started living on your own, she would lose the money she got off of you that funded her expensive shopping sprees paired with the fact that she was still mentally a teenager. Part of you didn’t want to lose the only family member you had left so you opted to stay home and take your classes online, the pandemic really did help you with that.

“I’m going to the Paris for a week!” Your mother chimed, “A shopping trip with the girls is a need at this point!” She was over the moon, the borders had finally opened up and she wasted no time in planning her trip. “That’s great baby. When will you leave?” Toji asked, “Hmm.. tomorrow? I just didn’t want to waste a single day. I got tired of shopping at the same stores in Tokyo.” She said acting as if the pandemic had disrupted her life significantly.

“That’s perfect actually! You deserve this baby. Don’t worry, I’ll take care of everything here. My baby deserves to have the best trip with her girls!” Toji said grabbing your mother by her waist and pulling her close. Hearing Toji’s encouraging words made her all the more excited. “You can’t just leave me here” you exclaimed, mad at your mother for acting like a literal 16 year old. “Oh no! Baby!! Toji’s here! You just focus on your studies! You won’t even realise i’m gone”

Your face turned sour, how could your mother even think of leaving you here with him, after all you’ve told her. Sure, she could ignore everything and tell you you’re paranoid, but isn’t there something inside her that’s telling her leaving her 19 year old daughter alone with a man like Toji is the worst possible idea she could come up with?

“But mom!” You whined, your mother replied, “Y/n! No buts. Don’t you think I deserve a trip after all thats happened?” You sighed in defeat. Nothing you could say could change her mind, you’ll just have to see if you could crash at a friends place.

The day of her flight came and your mother left. You and Toji were standing outside the door, waving your mother goodbye. You didn’t waste a second to run back to your room to grab a duffle bag you had prepared to crash at your friends. Toji just stood there lighting his cigarette as you walked out. “Don’t forget your keys.” He said and you mentally slapped yourself for forgetting to grab them. “Won’t be here to let you back in whenever you plan on getting back” he said exhaling the smoke from the cigarette he had puffed.

Curiosity got the best of you and you asked him where he was going to which he replied, “A week long bender with some old pals. You’ll have the house to yourself so lock up.” He threw the cigarette butt and stepped on it before walking back in. Nodding, you walked over to your car to get to a hotel where you’ll spend the week.

The first 2 days were fun, eating takeout for every meal was nice, but you started to miss your room and the home cooked food you were used to eating. Your stomach couldn’t handle this much takeout and you started regretting your decision to stay at a hotel. You drove back home and saw it was empty, just as Toji had said, and got cooking. This became a daily thing for you, you would come back to cook food, eat it and leave after cleaning up.

It was already day 6 and you decided to check out of your hotel room and go back home, Toji wouldn’t be back till tomorrow afternoon, around the same time as your mom would be back so you didn’t see the problem.

As soon as you got home, you crashed on your bed. The hotel bed was comfortable, yes, but nothing compared to the feeling you felt when you were in your own bed. Slowly you started to drift off to sleep and before you knew it, you were fast asleep

You were a light sleeper and a sudden dip in your bed caused you to wake up. To your horror you saw Toji sitting on the foot of your bed staring at you. You jolted up and grabbed a pillow to throw it at him, he dodged effectively but remained still, not coming close to you. “Get the fuck out of my room!” You screamed at him. “Look. I just want to talk to you.” You interrupted by shouting at him once again, “Y/N ITS ABOUT YOUR DAD. ARE YOU SURE YOU DON’T WANT TO KNOW?” He shouted right back at you, you were started by him raising his voice.

“Just-“ he shut you up by playing an audio recording on his phone. It was your moms voice, you decided to listen in when you heard her take your fathers name. Her recounting the day your father tragically lost his life. She had always told you it was a traffic accident, but the recording said otherwise. “I got involved with the head of this gang, he was hot and i didn’t want to the perfect wife Ken wanted me to be. I thought I could just have a little bit of fun you know.” You never knew your mother cheated on your father, how she would leave you with him at night and go off doing whatever she wanted with all these men made you sick to your stomach.

“Ken found out, and well. He didn’t want Y/n to grow up in a broken home. He lived that life and he said he would do anything to make sure she lived the perfect happy life. He found me at the gang members office and asked me to come back, one thing led to another and one of the boss’s lackeys just shot him.” You let out a sob hearing your mother recall the final moments of your fathers life. His last words to her were, “take care of Y/n.” To think the last thing your father had thought about was a 1 year old you. That he lost his life trying to secure your happiness and your mother was the cause of your misery. She had lied to you your entire life. How could she?

Toji shut off the recording and spoke, “Your mothers mouth can ran a 100 miles an hour when she’s under the influence.” He chuckled lightly before continuing, “your dead father was quite the gentleman. Asked for your mothers hand in marriage and vowed to give the two of you the best life you could imagine. It takes guts to do that when you’re two teenagers trying still in high school. “ Toji scooted a little closer to you, placing a hand on your thigh, rubbing it lightly, “he still stood by your mothers side after getting disowned by his parents. Got 2 jobs and took care of you while your mother ran free.” He said. “Shut. The. Fuck. Up.” You said through gritted teeth. It wasn’t the fact that he was speaking ill of your mother, it was just too much to take in.

“Y/n. I didn’t mean to upset you. Just thought you should know.” He said lightly tapping your thigh before getting up and turning his back to you. “Heck, i’m a shitty father myself, but i would never leave my kid with the person who makes them feel unsafe.” Toji said, adding insult to injury. “But your mom just kept on shutting you up, telling you that you weren’t as hot as her so there was no way I could ever be interested in you.” You lowered your head onto your hand, your forehead resting on your palm as you continued to cry. Everything you had been holding in all this time just came out, all the emotions you had been bottling up, the tough facade you put up all came spilling out.

“My dad. H-he di-died because of. Because of m-me” you said in between sobs, the thoughts of how he wanted to make sure you never had to live the life you were living now came back to you. “Its not your fault.” Toji said sitting back down on the bed, this time right next to you. His hand went to your back and he started rubbing soft circles on it, his other hand went to your chin to raise your face. He looked at you with soft eyes, as if he could feel your pain.

“If anything, its all your mothers fault. Hating you for ruining her life, then being the reason your dad passed away. Bringing in all those men and prioritising them over you. That’s just cruel.” Toji’s words hit you hard, it was true. Your mother had all these new men prancing around your house, she was too busy chasing after these men to take care of you. She was the reason your childhood had been taken away from you, forcing yourself to mature quickly and take care of your own self.

“Even now. She prioritised me over you.” Each time he spoke, you became increasingly angry at your mother. It was all stuff you felt before, but hearing someone else say it just pissed you off even more. Toji’s hand, that was placed on your chin, moved to wipe the tears off your face a sympathetic look in his eyes as he spoke the next few words. “Your mother cares more about her own self and me as a matter of fact.” he brought his face closer to yours and kissed your forehead, the hand he had placed on your back moved lower till it was at the hem of your tank top, playing with the fabric, his fingers grazing against the skin underneath.

“I can see how upset you are. You know, you could get back at her. Revenge is so satisfying. You’ll be able to get back at her for taking your dear father away from you.” As much as you wanted to smack him for saying such twisted things to you, you kept on repeating the word revenge in your head. You knew what he was getting at, and at this point you didn’t care. You wanted to take away the things she chased after, you wanted her to know how it felt to be cheated on. You wanted her to be in pain for all the pain she caused your father, you wanted nothing but revenge at this point.

Toji was staring intently at you, trying to understand if the words he said affected you at all, not sure if he should say anything more as he could see you were at your tipping point, any further and you might just explode. You moved your hand to his chest and began rubbing it, his chest was rock hard, you knew just how buff this man was, but you were going to see him in all his glory first hand.

You moved your hand to the back of his neck and pulled him closer, covering the rest of the distance with face, kissing him. He was quick to wrap his hands around your waist and slam you to the bed, his hands had a tight grip on you holding you as close as possible, as if he was afraid you would run away.

Your hands made their way down to the hem of his shirt and pulled it off, you sat up to remove your own tank top, but Toji beat you to it ripping it apart right there and then. His mouth attacked your chest, you undid your bra allowing him to gain access to your breasts. He sucked on them hard, trailing his tongue over your nipple while his hand made its way down to your shorts and in one swift motion they were off. He pressed his clothed erection to your wet core and started grinding against it.

You pulled him off of your chest and brought his mouth to yours, the two of you shared a lustful kiss, nothing romantic about it. You felt yourself get wetter by the second and ran your hands over his back, he was built like a beast, something inside you told you that you might regret everything you’re doing when you’d get to the main course, but you didn’t care. It felt amazing.

Toji unzipped his pants and slid them off, his free cock now rubbing against your core coating it with your slick. Giving himself two pumps for good measure, he positioned himself in front of your entrance waiting a second or two. You didn’t know if it was his hesitation, or he wanted your express consent. Either way you said, “Are you gonna fuck me or not?” You pulled his hair to make him face you, a smirk appeared on his face as he pushed himself deep inside you.

You let out a loud moan, not expecting to be filled up like this. You didn’t get the chance to see his cock, but the feeling of it practically rearranging your insides with each thrust told you it was bigger than you’ve ever had.

Each one of his thrusts felt better than the one before, you couldn’t stop moaning, never wanting it to stop. He was practically ripping you apart, you didn’t even know how you were taking him so well. How you weren’t screaming and crying out of pain by now.

“You like it when daddy fucks you like this?” Toji said in between a moan, the use of the word made you feel a little something inside, this beast of a man ripping you apart, dominating you like you’ve never been before.

“Yes daddy” you said, clenching your walls causing him to let out a loud grunt, “just like that, keep on doing that.” his speed increased, it became hard for you to continue on clenching “you’re so fucking tight.” he moaned in your ear, taking your earlobe in his mouth, swirling his tongue around it. Just as you could feel yourself about to come, Toji pulled out. The feeling of his cock leaving you causing you to frown.

He smirked and flipped you over on your back, spanking your ass and positioning himself at your entrance once again. You pushed yourself back to regain the feeling, allowing him to take back the reins from there.

“Impatient aren’t we?” Toji said his hand rubbing your back, he was taking it slow. Painfully slow, you wanted him to speed up, you were getting frustrated wanting to get back that build up that he took away from you.

“Faster Toji!” you said, “Hmm.. I didn’t hear that what do you want daddy to do?” He asked while he slid his hands down to your hips holding them loosely, you sighed and said, “Fuck me faster, daddy” the grip on your hips tightened, his fingers places on your back dimples and he started pounding into you, your ass felt the impact of his thighs hitting it and you slumped forward desperately trying to hold yourself back up, but the impact of his thrusts didn’t allow you to do so. Your back started to straighten up instinctively perhaps as his size was a little too much for you especially in this position.

He placed one of his feet on your back to arch it back up, and continued on fucking you hard and fast, his gip on your hips made sure you didn’t move too much, and that he could go as deep inside you as he possibly could. Just as you were about to cum, he Toji took his foot off of your back and went back into the position you two were in before.

“its too much, daddy I can’t” you moaned, your eyes rolling to the back of your head as you reach your climax, the feeling of euphoria that over came you was longer than you had ever experienced before. Your legs gave way and you lowered yourself down, he leaned forward, his chest on your bare back and his hands were pulling your ass up slightly and he thrusted into you a few more times before finally coming falling on you completely.

After your mother came back, you made it a point to interact with Toji a little too much for her liking. Passing him smiles, casually brushing up against him, even going as far as leaving your panties in his pockets. Your mother was in denial, she didn’t want to believe what was happening, perhaps living in denial was the best thing for her, because she couldn’t kick you out of your own house nor could she cut you off. She just had to live under the same roof as you, her husband was now spending his nights fucking the living day lights out of her daughter.

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Golden Boy (Izuku x Reader)

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Pairing: Izuku x Reader

Summary: Izuku was a nice boy, except when it came to you. Yup, UA’s golden boy really knew how to treat a slut like you.

Content Warnings: Dubcon, slight noncon, dacryphilia, size kink, face fucking, overstimulation, creampie, degradation, humiliation, spit kink, choking, finger choking, pet names, ooc izuku

Word Count: 5.6k

A/N: I got SCARY h-word over this man and decided that I literally wanted him to hurt me and spit in my mouth. He’s too nice to not be a fucking freak, goodbye.

Anyway, thank you to @eremiie , @mikaberries , and @veroyktv for beta-reading this!! I appreciate y’all !

Izuku tormented you all through high school. It was almost shameful to admit the way that his gentle teases melted into something far more sinister as the weeks bled into months and years. What started as subtle comments turned into outright taunts and then the contactless threats no longer remained empty.

No one believed you. And who would?

Izuku was a model student and a good friend, someone with a kind disposition who wanted nothing more than to become the greatest hero. What reason could he possibly have to bully you? You’d never done anything to him.

But he did. For three years he mercilessly taunted you and it only got worse your final year.

Izuku would pinch at your thighs, sneering at you in the hallways when no one was looking. He’d snake his hand up your skirt and squeeze the supple flesh hard enough to leave bruises that eventually littered the entire inside of your thigh. They looked incredibly vulgar and Izuku would torment you about it endlessly, despite knowing that he’s the one who left them.

He’d crowd you against the lockers after most people had gone home, knowing you’d be there late after your tutoring sessions.

“Tsk. Quite some marks you’ve got there.” He’d say, stepping up to you, his broad shoulders squared, a half smile creeping onto his face as his eyes studied the inside of your thighs. The marks littered the otherwise smooth skin, visible when looking at you from the front.

“You get them from slutting yourself out?” Izuku would ask, stepping toward you again. “Y’look like a bit of a whore, don’t you?”

He’d lean in close to your ear, venom seeping into each of his words as he cornered you. His hand crept up your skirt, eyes trained on yours which widened with fear as he pinched down, relishing in the yelp of pain that escaped you.

You wondered how someone like Izuku could make you feel so small and so insignificant.You couldn’t even bat his hand away as he made a fool of you, pinching at the inside of your leg with thick, calloused, and scarred fingers. It didn’t matter how tall or strong you were because it always seemed that Izuku was bigger, domineering in attitude and words. He really did know how to reduce you to a helpless thing.

It seemed Izuku was growing more desperate by the day as graduation gradually crept closer. It was like he made less of an effort to hide it, blowing into your ear and whispering vile shit to you while in class, things that would make anyone squirm in their seat. He’d start bumping into you, singling you out, making an effort to get you noticed by his friends so he could have you as a little plaything whenever they hung out.

And you let him. You let him make a toy out of you, tagging along with Iida, Uraraka, and Asui on Saturday outings, letting Izuku pinch and prod at you from across a restaurant table.

The truth was, Izuku Midoriya fucking terrified you.

So you couldn’t say no to him. To everyone else you looked like nothing more or less than one of his many admirable friends. Promising quirk and a promising future, what a match for UA’s golden boy.

You were at your wits end and by the time graduation rolled around. No one listened to you. Hell, people often brushed off Izuku’s very genuine threats as classic childhood teasing. “You’re such a good sport!” they’d say as Izuku patted your back, laughing an all too cheery “just kidding!”

How were you supposed to focus on graduation day, all dolled up in your cap and gown, unwilling to admit to yourself that maybe it was for him? Still, you found yourself automatically flinching whenever Izuku came around, eyes following him across the lawn as he ignored you in favor of photos. Izuku had a promising job offer waiting for him, and his many awards won during the ceremony earned him several congratulatory handshakes as well as pictures for the school’s newsletter.

Still, he’d catch your eye when smiling for the camera, an all to familiar glint in them. His smile made you sick to your stomach, made it churn in the worst of ways. It was doing back flips as he stalked across the lawn towards you until his sturdy frame was against yours. He leaned down, lips brushing beside your ear to whisper one final taunt.

“It’s a shame you’re not wearing that little skirt of yours,” Izuku breathed, eyes flitting over the cap and gown. “Would have liked to pinch those skank thighs of yours one last time. S’what you deserve.”

And then he stood there, watching the way tears began to crowd your waterline, threatening to spill over as three years of tormentation came to what felt like an underwhelming head. Izuku tilted his head, watching the way water stained your made-up cheeks, before taking his thumb and wiping the tears from your eyes.

“Don’t cry, doll.” He taunted, voice far too sweet for the words that fell from his lips. “I’m not near done with you yet.”

Why was his tone so comforting? So confusing that you weren’t sure if it was dread or relief that filled your senses, ears suddenly feeling clogged with water. Your eyes darted from his to anyone on the lawn who could see you, who might be watching as Izuku pushed you to tears with only a few words, until you caught Bakugou’s gaze.

Ah, Bakugou Katsuki, someone who’s done to Izuku what he does to you. It’s a bit of a fucked up little triangle because while Izuku was bullied by him and you are bullied by Izuku, you couldn’t help but hope that Bakugou would be the one taunting you, the one pinching your thighs. At least that’s what you told yourself. Maybe he’d help you, after all, he was probably the only person who’d believe you in the first place.

So once Izuku had wiped your tears with a condescending thumb and left to go partake of other party activities, you pulled Katsuki aside by the shoulder, fingers digging into the meat of his bicep.

“What in th- you?! The fuck are you doing?” Bakugou asked, eyebrows furrowed in the permanent scowl that he wore so frequently.

“Sh, look please just, hear me out.” You spoke, voice hushed as your eyes shifted around. You had the feeling that if Izu saw you with him, you’d be in for it. “I just- I really need help.”

Bakugou was about to scoff, was about to roll his eyes and walk away until he saw the redness under your eyes that the makeup couldn’t hide. The way you sniffled slightly as you asked and the way you looked to the floor. He’d never seen you like this, almost broken. It was something he’d seen often in Izuku, but something about seeing you like this made him ache.

“What?” He responded, trying not to seem too invested.

“It’s Midoriya.” Your voice grew quiet, almost in shame as you spoke the formal version of his name.

“And?” Bakugou was impatient. He cared about you but not enough to sit here for five minutes while you stuttered. “Spit it out.”

“He- he won’t leave me alone.” The words tumble from your lips so fast and before you know it, your hands are balled into fists on his chest, the material of his gown scrunched inside them in a plea. “He’s a nightmare, he pinches me and says the most awful shit to me. I- I mean, the inside of my legs and thighs are littered with bruises and n-no one believes me.”

“Midoriya? As in, ‘shitty deku’ Midoriya?” Bakugou takes a step back in slight shock.

“Yes!” You shout, far louder than you intended, pulling him closer slightly as you hush your tone in a whisper. “What the fuck am I supposed to do?”

He nudged you off of him, brushing off his gown. Bakugou would be lying if he said it didn’t make his blood boil. Sure, him and Midoriya had buried the hatchet a long time ago but he still wanted dirt on the guy, plus he thought it was a coward move for him to bully someone as pretty as you. Though after seeing the way your eyes get wide in fear, he can’t say that it wasn’t incredibly tempting. There was something enticing about how you looked when you begged, no doubt Izuku saw it too.

“You’re too sensitive.” He scoffed, meeting you gaze and watching the way your expression fell. “What you do is graduate and forget about that shitty extra. There’s really nothing else to it.”

You reached for him again out of habit this time, like if he turned around now you’d really be thrown to the wolves.

“N-no, Bakugou, please.” You plead again, tears once again gathering in the corners of your eyes. “I-I can’t. I just need help.”

Oh, he gets it now.

He sees what makes you so appealing, what makes it so easy to walk all over you. You looked pretty when you cried. So he leaned in, his scowl turning into a smirk before speaking again.

“No.” Bakugou’s smirk turned into an outright grin, eyes crinkling at the corners before he stood back up. “I graduated. Shitty Deku is your problem, not mine. Deal with it yourself. Just stop talking to him or whatever.”

And with a wave of his hand he was off, walking towards his group of friends. Well, there goes your life line, the one person who actually believed that Izuku was tormenting you wouldn’t even lend you a helping hand. You supposed it was too much to hope though, and he was right, you could forget… stop talking to him. Why did the idea of that suck almost as much as staying under this thumb?

“____!” Bunette locks bounced as your friend came towards you, hand outstretched in a wave before she pulled you into a hug. “We’re all going to Midoriya’s place to celebrate graduating, come with?”

You liked Uraraka. Well, you actually liked all of Izuku’s friends. They were sweet and honestly none-the-wiser to Izuku’s torments and taunts. She wore the kindest smile, eyes bright with the excitement of finally starting her adult life.

You glanced at the rest of them, eyes flitting around friendly faces until your gaze met Izuku’s. He looked upset, eyebrows furrowed slightly and eyes cold as he stood there. They all agreed, urging you to go before Izuku spoke up, smiling gently at you over the top of Uraraka’s head.

“You should come. We’ll miss you if you don’t.” The rest of the group nods their agreement, but it wasn’t them that pulled the small okay from your lips. It was Izuku, the way his eyes had a threatening glint to them as he spoke, a smile creeping into them in the most unsettling of ways. Your stomach was turning again, twisting over and over because something about the way Izuku looked at you made you squirm.

“Yay! Okay, we’re all gonna meet there after!” She smiled, taking your hands in hers and giving a small squeal. “It’s gonna be so fun!”

And with that she was bouncing off with Asui in the direction of Kaminari and Kirishima.

Izuku stayed behind, walking slower than his friends so he could bend down to speak to you. You could feel his breath against your neck as he spoke, words sending shivers down your spine. Despite the way your heart hammered against your rib cage, you tilted your head to hear him better.

“You better be there, doll.” He muttered. “It’ll be worse for you if you’re not. Be a good girl for once, yeah?”

He sounded more upset than usual, hand coming up to squeeze your shoulder hard enough to make you flinch, and when you looked up to meet his eyes, he didn’t wear his standard grin. Izuku looked angry, furious even. It made your skin crawl, made heat creep up your neck and onto your cheeks so furiously that you found it hard to see through.

All you could do was nod, fighting the pout that tried so hard to paint your face. You squeezed your thighs together instinctively at the phrase. He never praised you, not even once. Hearing the words “good girl” drip from his lips so angrily made them fly shamefully south. He gave a small laugh before walking off. It was almost like he knew, leaving you to rub at your sore shoulder.

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Why were you here? You could have just not come and then you never would have had to see Izuku again, never would have had to deal with him until one day in the future when you’re too successful a hero to pinch. Still, you wouldn’t admit it to yourself or anyone else, but you might miss him. The teasing was a nightmare but it was attention, something that reminded you that at least Izuku still saw you.

He couldn’t be ignoring you if he was calling you a slut.

You arrived after everyone and Izuku opened the door for you with a jeering grin before stepping aside to let you in, pinching at your thigh again. He noticed immediately that you wore a skirt and he didn’t have to wonder why. It was an invitation for him, of course.

You’d actually never been to Izuku’s house, so sitting in his living room eating snacks and drinking was unusual to say the least. It was surprising because beyond pinching you in the doorway, Izuku was being oddly kind.

He sat next to you, his thigh pressed against yours, but he didn’t try anything. Didn’t whisper in your ear or grab at the fat on your side. You couldn’t help but ask yourself why. Even as the latter half of the day droned on, you were on edge despite being treated, finally, like one of the group. What did you do wrong? Was he no longer interested in you? Most importantly though, why were you upset that he wasn’t pushing your buttons?

The end of the day came quickly, dark settling over the house while everyone gathered their things to leave. You’d all walk home together, leaving Izuku alone in his house. He smiled as everyone waved goodbye, bittersweet tears in his eyes as his final high school hang out came to a close. He cried at the ceremony while delivering his speech and then again at his house while Uraraka babbled on about her appreciation of UA. You can’t say you felt the same.

“Not ____.” He said as you slipped on your shoes, placing a hand on your shoulder. “I’ll walk her home since she lives in the opposite direction. Plus, I gotta give her something.”

Izuku smiles at his friends, who all nod their understanding. They wouldn’t suspect that he’d do anything wrong, that he’d be keeping you behind to maybe, finally, torment you. What a fucked up way of thinking. The door to his house clicked shut and your blood ran far colder than you thought it would as he approached you.

“What’s wrong, doll?” He taunted, a fake pout adorning his features. “Thought I’d let you off easy? After today?”

Izuku raised an eyebrow before rolling his eyes at the realization that you don’t know what he’s talking about.

“Wow, you really are a slut aren’t you? Clinging to Bakugou so shamelessly today?” He scowled looked over you.

Your eyes widened, lips parting as you remembered grabbing at Bakugou’s shirt, pulling him towards you earlier that day in a plea for help.

“Did you think he would help you?” He sneered. “Bakugou’s just like me. He doesn’t care about a whore like you. Did you think that if you pushed against him like that he’d cave? Fold because your perfect body was flush on him?”

Izuku took your face between his pointer and thumb, spitting venom at you, waiting for you to respond. His compliment flew over your head.

“N-no.” Yes. “I swear Izuku… I- I didn’t-”

“You- you- you didn’t what?” Izuku responded, mocking your miserable stutter. “You’re my toy. Pisses me off when you let other people play with you.”

And then he’s dragging you towards his room, pulling you into the cramped space and closing the door behind him. He’s muttering like he usually does, pushing you onto his bed so you’re sitting on the edge.

Why were you so relieved right now? Why was your cunt already sticky with arousal? Why did every single word he was saying to you go straight south? You take your bottom lip between your teeth trying to find a way to shake your head in protest— to get up and leave— but the movement just wouldn’t come. Instead, you hang your head, eyebrows pulled up and cheeks flushed with heat as he stares you down.

“Why are you doing this?” Your voice is barely a whisper, hardly audible over the sound of his frustrated breathing and your own rampant heart beat. “I’ve never done anything to you.”

Izuku scoffed this time, stepping forward and taking your face in his hands again.

“Haven’t done anything?” His words are venomous and his face is inches from yours, hot breath fanning across your cheeks. Were his hands always this big? “Dressing like that and saying you ‘haven’t done anything’?”

His eyes flit down to the fat of your thighs, free hand groping the flesh hungrily, hard enough that it had you sucking in a sharp breath. Izuku couldn’t take it anymore, squeezing your cheeks and pressing his lips to yours in an aggressive kiss.

Truth was, you drove Izuku batshit crazy. Right from the moment he saw you he could hardly contain himself, prancing around in that tiny fucking skirt with an ass like that. Daring to act so innocent when he was gripping the edge of his desk to keep from pouncing on you as you introduced yourself to him, as you hung all over his middle school bully, or as you flashed your hot pink panties while in class.

To him, you were asking for it and the way you played dumb only made his blood boil further. Izuku was a nice boy, always had been, but the day that he made you cry, telling you that you kind of looked like a slut in your skirt, was the day he knew that he’d have way too much fun with you.

Your eyes got so big, welled up so quickly with tears that he knew were caused by him. It made him proud, made his chest swell at how quickly he could completely ruin your day. This must be how Bakugou felt, to some degree, except chances are that he wasn’t thinking about what your puffy, swollen lips might look like when you’re choking on his cock.

He’d been thinking about it since he met you. Pushing you further and further because you were just so fucking cute when you cried and if he couldn’t consume your thoughts because you like him, then he’d have to settle for consuming them because you’re afraid of him.

You grunted against him, eyes going wide as his lips crashed into yours. You were spinning, heart pounding as his tongue dipped into your mouth hungrily. He pulled away from you quickly.

“Drive me fuckin’ crazy, looking like that.” Izuku seethed. “If you’re gonna play clueless, y’might as well make use of yourself. S’what you deserve.”

And without asking he pushed you from the bed and onto your knees in front of him. You knew where it was going, knew that Izuku wasn’t going to let up because this boundary was being crossed. Still, you shamefully rubbed your thighs together, blinking up at him in confusion and arousal.

“Such a whore.” He said, freeing his cock from his pants and letting it slap against his stomach. Izuku relished in the way your eyes widened, in the way you unconsciously licked your lips. And then he’s tapping the side of your mouth with his cock, head tilted back in a taunt as he watches the way your eyes brim with premature tears. He’d show you real crying.

“Suck it.” A simple command, but one that had you shivering. He kept his hand on your shoulder while his fingers dug into it with a force that was all too familiar. is cock throbbed in his hands as you sniffled and parted those pretty, glossed lips.

Izuku didn’t wait, no, he couldn’t wait, pushing his full length to the back of your throat and beyond, groaning when it entered the tight, wet space beyond your mouth. His head fell back and his mouth fell open at the way you choked on him. Tears forced their way out of your eyes and down your cheeks as he began fucking your mouth.

“Y-you’re a real crybaby, huh?” He cooed, a lazy half-smirk gracing his face. “You did this to yourself. Such– a fucking– tease.”

He accentuated his words with harsh thrusts into your throat, drool pooling in your mouth and dribbling down his cock to his balls. It ran down your chin, mingling with tears as he continued to fuck your throat.

Izuku was big, far bigger than you expected him to be. He completely filled your throat, stretching your unprepared mouth open. You could feel the sides of your mouth pulling at his size, lips cracking as you struggled to take all of him with each of his thrusts. Still, when you looked up at him through big teary eyes, knees growing sore from the way his fist held you to the floor, other hand pulling you against his cock, your cunt grew wet with arousal.

He pulled you off him by your hair, watching the way you gasped and sputtered and sobbed. He loved the scratch in your throat as you coughed and he picked you up by the arm and crawled between your legs.

“Wearing such a tiny skirt to my house.” He spit. “You knew what you were doing, lookin’ like that with your ass out and shit.”

Izuku’s eyes scanned over you hungrily, like he’s been waiting to get you here for so long. Fuck, he still looked big, hovering over you and supporting his entire weight on one of his arms as his other hand wandered down. He flipped up the fabric of your skirt, admiring the way you flinched as his hand ran up your inner thigh.

His hands ran over your figure, squeezing at the fat of your stomach, thighs, and chest. Izuku has been dying to get a piece of you since you met, since he first laid eyes on that frustratingly sexy figure of yours that led him to spiral to this moment. His hands dipped back to your inner thigh, ensuring that your skirt was out of the way, though it was so small already that it proved no obstacle at all.

His breathing grew heavy, hand gently gliding along the supple flesh that he’s pinched so many times, marks from your final day of classes still fading. Izuku’s eyebrows were furrowed together as his hands found your panties, touching you over the fabric that was now soaked through. His eyes snapped to you so fast as he pulled the fabric aside with calloused fingers, wasting no time dipping his fingers into your soaking folds.

“You fucking pervert.” He sneered, glancing down to show you just how wet you’d gotten, all for him. “You like it when I’m mean to you? So fucking dirty.”

Izuku rubbed a swift circle around your clit and you brought your arm up to hide your face, biting into your forearm to muffle the sounds. You shook your head, squeaking out a no as his fingers curled up into you.

“You sure about that? You’re dripping.” Izuku grunted, curling his fingers with his entire forearm and hearing a moan from you. “See? Fucking slut, giving me those eyes, like a lost puppy.”

It was undeniable how you clenched around him and he let out a curt laugh of disbelief.

“Oh… you like that name, don’t you, puppy?” He dipped down to bite at your neck, humming into the skin.

You squirm beneath him but he has you caged in under, your legs unable to move around. Your stomach still turned in fear of him, but that fear was mixing with the intense pleasure building in your core. Even his fingers were a stretch and you could feel his thick cock hitting your abdomen with each aggressive curl, your mind consumed with just how good it would feel for him to break you open. After all, he’s chipped away at almost every ounce of self respect you had. In fact, he practically already owned you mentally, now he was just claiming what he should rightfully own physically.

“I hate girls like you.” He spat, fingers picking up their pace as you were sent barrelling towards your high. “Acting like you don’t know what you’re doing to me. So fucking stupid. But look at you now— Your cunt is practically drooling on me— pathetic.”

You were close, hot with arousal as he lifted your arm from your face.

“Getting close huh? I can feel your whore cunt clenching. Y’wanna cum?” He grinned widely through furrowed brows.

Your eyes were glossed over, tears spilling onto your cheeks and for a moment Izuku almost felt bad for you. Still though, you were just too fun to fuck with, too fun to absolutely ruin. You looked prettier than he could have imagined right now; face sticky with tears of arousal, embarrassment, and fear. Izuku was a nice boy, he really was, except when it came to you because now he just couldn’t stop himself from ruining your cunt.

You were close, impossibly close as you bit your lip in an attempt to muffle the whiney yes that breached your lips. It was involuntarily, almost a survival response as his fingers continued making that delicious squelching sound. Those years of torment were beginning to twist. You were beginning to convince yourself that no, it wasn’t so bad, it’s okay to want to cream on his fingers and be his good girl.

So you nodded, dew-filled eyes stricken with fear meeting his predatory ones in a confirmation. He was building you up so well, your stomach turning over and over, the knot tightening and set to break. And then he pulled his fingers from you as you clenched around nothing, a blinding orgasm ripped from you all by his fingers. Your back arched up off the bed and pathetic whines left your lips.

“You’ll have to beg for it.” He smirked, sitting back on his knees, discarding your panties with a hard tug and running the head of his cock through your slick while you whimper. “Tell me you like it. C’mon. I’ll let you cum on my cock if you do.”

Right now you were certain you’d do anything if it meant you were allowed to cream over him, so you parted your lips, hiccuping through broken sobs.

“P-please Izu, need to cum.” Your voice was low and quiet.

Izuku pushed the head of his cock against your entrance, glowering down at you as he pushed the fabric of your shirt up over those perfect tits that he couldn’t get enough of. He sucked in a sharp breath, facade falling for a moment until he brought his eyes back to yours.

“You like it when I’m mean, huh? Lemme hear you say it.” Izuku gave a cruel smile, eyes darkened with lust.

“Yes! Yes, I like it.” You shout, hand coming up to grab his arm, speaking through desperate tears. “Please fuck me, please Izu.”

Izuku bottomed out in one fell swoop, hearing all he needed as he throws his head back, a groan of fucking pathetic falling lazily from his lips. He rolled his head across his shoulders, starting to move in and out of you, stretching your cunt open with each push and pull.

“So fucking tight. You a virgin?” His tongue swiped at his teeth as he relished in the stretch and the way pain wet your cheeks.

God, he fucking hated you. Hated every part of you. He hated the way your lips looked so good around him, the way your thighs squeezed so nicely around his waist, the way your tears only egged him on. It all made him want to hurt you. You brought out the worst in him. You were too fucking tempting, too easy.

You weren’t a virgin but the stretch of his cock made you feel like one. God, you could feel him in your throat as you gripped pathetically at his biceps, a plea to get him to slow down. Izuku wouldn’t listen though, pounding into your gummy walls mercilessly.

“Not gonna answer?” He laughed, low and threatening before folding your knees to your chest. “Tells me all I need to know. How many men have fucked this cunt of yours, huh? Bet it’s more than I can count on one hand.”

Izuku brought his hand up to your face once more, squeezing your plump cheeks together.

“Don’t worry, puppy. Gonna make it so you can’t take anyone else.” He spits in your mouth, forcing it closed. “Fuckin’ mine now, yeah? My little whore, always have been, right?”

You screw your eyes shut, swallowing sloppily as spit drips down your chin and tears streak from your eyes. Where did he learn to speak like this?

“Say it.”

You’re close again, so full of him, so desperate for him to give you what you want. You can’t resist him, so you might as well submit. Maybe it will make everything easier because you were finding it harder to pretend that you didn’t like it now.

“Yours, m’yours.” You choke out, hand flying to his large one to move it over your throat. “Belong only to you.”

Izuku squeezed the sides of your neck with startling force. It’s almost hateful in how strong it was but it made you whine out against him, voice raking against vocal chords that he forced closed.

“Slut. S-such a slut.” He stuttered as you clenched around him, hitting your high with a roll of your hips and a pathetic whimper. “C’mon, gimme it, puppy.”

Oh god, the pay off was unbelievable. The way you whined his name was better than any sob he pulled from you to date.You were so helpless,your body wracking with waves of pleasure and your pussy clamping down around him. This is what he saw in you the first time he made you cry— this expression. He knew you could make it, eyes big and wide, filled with tears and your mouth open in a deep moan. Fuck, he loved it.

“God, so tight. Good puppy, good fucking puppy.” He fucked into you faster, chasing his own high now as he assaulted your overstimulated cunt.

Your head spun, no longer preoccupied with the taunting or the tormenting. You were stupid on his cock, his good little puppy, like you were meant to be. You should have given in earlier, should have let him shove his dick down your throat sooner because even though you were struggling to get off his fat cock, you couldn’t, and you loved every single second of it. Izuku was only mean to you, only mean to his puppy.

You’re so overstimulated, barreling towards another orgasm and now all you can think about is how bad you want him to fill you up.

“C-cum inside.” You managed to choke out between pathetic sobs and whimpers. You’re crying for it, begging. “Please cum inside of me.”

Izuku let out a low chuckle before bottoming out one final time, shoving his thick fingers down your throat and filling you up. When Izuku came, he came a lot. It flooded your cunt before leaking out the sides where he had you split open. Izuku couldn’t hide his true nature for long, his thighs beginning to quiver and a low groan becoming a high pitched whine as he emptied his balls inside of you like he’d been wanting to for so long.

He stayed there for a moment before pulling out of you and crouching down to watch the way he spilled out of you, admiring your ruined pussy and body. You’re stretched out from him, tears staining your cheeks and cunt gaping from his cock.

And then he’s biting at your thighs, marking up the inside of your leg as you can barely manage to push out a squeal. He’s leaving the marks he’s always wanted to. Those pinches on the inside of your leg were a stand in for the ones he’d create with his teeth. He nipped at the sensitive skin before dipping his tongue into your folds to collect the mixture of him and you in his mouth.

Izuku watched the way you twitched as he cleaned you up, admiring the way your legs flinched whenever he ran his tongue over your sensitive clit. He’s much gentler now but his eyes still frightened you when he came up from between your legs to spit the mixture of cum and arousal back into your slightly parted mouth, ordering you to swallow puppy.

When you finally do— too tired and fucked out to think about protesting, he smiles— standing up off the bed and buttoning his pants with a heaving sigh.

Izuku turned back to your form on the bed, watching the way your chest heaved and the way your pleated skirt crowded at your hips, ruined cunt on display and shirt pushed up over your bitten up breasts. He made a mental note to remember to take your clothes off next time.

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willowfolksong · 3 years

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hey hey may I request for Atsumu + making out in classrom after volleyball practice with fem reader please 😳 I like the way you write for him, thanks!!

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- Atsumu Miya x Reader

- SFW; very suggestive.

a/n: hi anon! first of all, thank you so much for your words. I'm so happy that you like how I write Atsumu 🥺❤ you're just too sweet. So here's your request 🤭 I sincerely hope I made it justice, but if you need me to write anything else, don't hesitate to tell me! and thank you again ❤

Love,

Willow 🍂

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"If you want your panties back, wait for me in the classroom after volleyball practice"

You sputter, hand trembling. You also read the note again, and again, and once more, until your friend taps your shoulder and you squeak and push the paper in your mouth.

In. Your. Mouth.

"Hey, can I borrow a pen for the test?"she tells you, eyeing you wearily "I didn't brought any with me today"

You could tell her she never brings one with her— test or not— but you have a piece of paper in your mouth and your mind filled with thoughts of Atsumu stealing your underwear from your room, so you just nod and turn around to fish for one inside your locker.

She arches a brow at you when you hand it to her "Are you alright?"

You give her a thumbs up.

She shrugs "Yeah, I'm nervous too"

You're lucky you studied for the test before hand, because you have enough with not being able to focus that well, knowing that somehow, Atsumu's in his classroom in that same moment, with your panties.

They could be in his backpack.

Or he could have them in his locker.

But oh my god what if he has them in his pocket?

You shake your head, willing yourself to concentrate on the questions. When the bell announces the end of the day, you release the breath you've been holding for almost five hours and quickly get up from your seat to ask the teacher if you can stay behind to clean the chalkboard and tidy up the place.

She gives you a proud— and very relieved— face "Of course! You're always so diligent. I wish more students were like you"

"That's me" you say, trying to smile "Always here to help"

She hands you the key and asks you to take it back to the teacher's lounge when you're done, soon leaving you alone in the empty classroom. You look at the clock.

Two hours until Atsumu appears.

You do clean the chalkboard, and then close the windows that were left open and put every chair in its place. When you're done, you still have an hour and a half left, so you sit down on your desk and decide to study for a bit. It's exams season, and you've doing that non stop since a week ago. It's tiresome, and not your idea of a fun afternoon, but you have to keep your score intact.

Those grades need extra work.

Atsumu comes barreling down the door when you're in the middle of raking your brain with a math problem, knocking loudly to get your attention. He's leaning on the threshold when your eyes meet his, a smirk dancing on his lips, and you take your hands away from where they were buried in your hair and glare at him.

"You" you seethe.

"Hello to ya too"

"Give them back" you ask, standing up and shaking imaginary dust from out of your skirt, chin up and eyes like steel. Atsumu doesn't looks intimated in the slightest "Right now"

"Why? Are ya in a hurry or somethin'?"

"Ahm... I don't know if you noticed it, but we're pass school hours and we need to bring the key back to teacher's lounge"

Your boyfriend shrugs, unimpressed "Yeah, so?"

"So... I also need to go home to study for tomorrow's test"

He groans at that, entering the classroom and dropping his school bag on the floor next to your desk. You let him take you by the hand and bring you closer to him— the smell of his sweat mixed with his cologne as intoxicating as ever.

"I don't wanna hear about school now"

"Atsumu, we're literally at school"

He silences you with a hungry kiss that steals your breath away— and it's a luck that his arms quickly scoop you around to hold you against his chest, or the intensity of it all would have made you fall on your back. His hands carve into your skin, leaving hot trenches in his wake through your clothes, as he drags them down your ribs and all the way to your hips.

He breaks the kiss to nip at your bottom lip, teasing smile in place and eyes blown wide in excitement "Sometimes I just feel that ya were made for me to kiss ya"

You open your previously closed eyes to look at him drowsily, and before you have to the opportunity to answer, he grabs your hips with both of his hands and pulls you up to sit on the desk. Your legs part to make room for him, very much against your will.

"Atsumu... my panties..." you whisper, trying to remember both him and you the real reason why you're still in the classroom.

Your boyfriend hums, one of his hands disapearing below your skirt— his fingers lazily caressing the wet spot on your underwear "Yeah, your panties are so wet right now"

"That's not what I meant..."

He cuts you off by leaning down to ran his tongue up the column of your neck, grazing your shoulders with his teeth "Isn't this a good place to leave a pretty mark?" he asks against your skin, and you push at him before a moan can come bubbling out of your mouth.

"Atsumu..."

"It's just..." he trails off, settling for nosing at your neck "I almost never see ya anymore, ya know?"

"What?"

He surges up to bite you softly behind your ear "Yeah. All ya do now is study"

"Atsumu" you say, pushing him again so you can see his face while you talk. He's pouting "We're in the middle of exams season"

"Yeah, and does that means that I'm not your boyfriend anymore or somethin'?"

"Are you serious?" you ask in disbelief, because it totally seems like your boyfriend is really feeling neglected "Is this because we haven't been spending too much time together lately?"

Atsumu squeezes your tights, letting his eyes fall to your knees "Well, yeah! Maybe I kind of miss ya"

You're not really sure how he does it, but he always ends up making you feel a little bit sorry for him when he's like that, so you plant both of your hands on his shoulders and lean forward to peck his lips. He takes your head in hands and doesn't loses time in deepening the kiss.

"I'm sorry, sweetie" you apologize "I promise I'll make some time for you too"

That seems to make the trick, because Atsumu smiles brightly and lunges towards you, capturing your lips once more and now shamesly grinding against your core— the wet spot on your panties only growing in size at the feeling of the hard bulge in his pants. He coaxes your tongue out to lazily lap it with his, and then follows a wet trail from your mouth to your ear, his hips still weakly pushing against you.

"Have I ever told ya that I would really like to fuck ya on your desk?" he whispers, and you squirm and suppress a moan with your hand "And over my bed... with ya on top... from behind... " he pushes your hand aside to kiss you between words "In the shower... on a chair... maybe even over my bedroom's balcony"

"We can't... " you say, breathless "We can't do it here. Not now. It's too late... please"

He clicks his tongue at your pleading tone, but concedes anyway— and you instantly miss his warm when he takes a step back and puts his arms behind his head. "Fine. But promise that one day you'll let me"

You roll your eyes, refusing to promise something like that— at least out loud—, and quickly try to fix your hair and your clothes before grabbing your stuff.

"Now give me back my panties" you say, once the two of you have left the school grounds behind.

Atsumu throws one of his arms over your shoulders at that, laughing out loud "Ya didn't really fell for that, didn't ya?"

"Oh thank god. So you don't really took any of my panties from my room?"

"Oh, no. I did" Atsumu admits, winking "But I would never hand them back"

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sugawaraxo · 4 years

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thigh riding hq captains

warnings: pure smut lol, very slight degradation with daichi

characters: daichi sawamura, tetsurō kuroo, toru oikawa, kōtarō bokuto

request: hi omg 🥺 i just started using tumblr again and i love your writing 😚👌 and can i request s/o riding captains thighs because that wud be spicy 🤭

a/n: god bless you for requesting this, it might be my favorite smut i’ve written so far tbh

daichi

- typically it isn’t very difficult to get daichi’s attention

- you’re literally his everything so his attention is on you always

- but sometimes he’s just extra busy and fails to give you your daily dose of daichi affection

- most times you just leave him be and wait until he isn’t busy anymore

- but sometimes you’re just so needy and you can’t help it

- and he secretly not so secretly loves it

“daichiii..” you whine at your boyfriend who just chuckles at you in amusement.

“what princess?” he asks, taking a moment to look away from the laptop screen he was focused on to glance at you. he is currently watching game clips from the volleyball team his is supposed to play in the upcoming week. he wants to study their plays so he could have a better understanding of what his team would be up against and how they should set up their offense and defense, but you are making it unnecessarily difficult.

“i want attention.” you huff, sitting up in your spot on the bed next to daichi so you could face him better.

“i’m giving you attention right now.” he laughs. he finds it extremely entertaining when you get like this, all whiny and extra just because he stopped giving you attention for a few minutes.

“but i want more.” you pout and he rolls his eyes at you.

“so needy, hm princess?”

you blush at the nickname. he calls you it twenty four seven, anywhere and everywhere you go but somehow it still never fails to make you feel giddy.

“just give me a few minutes ok? then you can have all the attention you want.” daichi says before giving you a quick peck on the lips.

now it’s your turn to roll your eyes because with daichi, a few minutes is never only a few minutes. especially when it comes to volleyball stuff, and you’re feeling quite impatient. so you decide to take matters into your on hands.

you get up from where you are currently seated and move closer to daichi, sitting so that both of your legs are on either side of his left thigh. he looks at you with a raised eyebrow as if he’s asking what you’re doing, and you just smile at him in response. you slowly start moving your hips, grinding them into the toned muscle of daichi’s thigh and he smirks.

“you’re something else, you know that?” he shakes his head before averting his attention back to his laptop. you continue with your antics, rolling your hips over and over against his thigh, but it’s not giving you the satisfaction that you’re craving. so you lift off of his leg ever so slightly, just enough so that you could pull off the shorts that were seemingly blocking you from receiving the friction that you desperately crave. now you’re just left in a pair of lacey panties and a shirt, tossing your shorts to the side and continuing your little mission. daichi keeps looking at you every so often, watching you use his leg for your own pleasure. if he thought he couldn’t concentrate before, he surely didn’t accommodate for this possibility. you watch his eyes linger on you, scanning your body and then focusing on your face which begins to heat up at his intense gaze.

“desperate little slut.” daichi groans as he watches you eagerly and you moan at his words.

“does it feel good?” he questions.

“hm, so good.” you hum as you continue jutting your hips in slow and smooth circles. you can feel yourself starting to get wet, the liquid pooling in your panties making the friction feel even better. daichi shuts his laptop and tosses it to the side, completely unable to focus on what he was doing anymore. he reaches under your shirt and starts lightly rubbing your sides, something he knows you like very much. you sigh at his touch, still moving your hips with a passion in an attempt to get yourself off. daichi eventually stops caressing your sides and begins lifting up your shirt with you helping him get it off. you aren’t wearing a bra so now your chest is on full display for your boyfriend and he looks like a starved man who’s just been presented a full course meal.

“so perfect.” he mumbles before taking one of your nipples into his mouth, his fingers fondling the other. he works his mouth perfectly, alternating between twirling circles around your nipple with his tongue and sucking and nipping lightly on the bud. you can’t help but let out a string of moans as a wave of pleasure crashes through your body.

“your mouth feels so good.” you compliment daichi and he smiles with a light chuckle.

you slowly start to feel your core get tight and it feels like every part of your body has become ten times more sensitive. your hip movements against daichi’s thigh get a bit more sporadic and he notices, so to help you reach your climax he moves his mouth from your nipples to your neck. your weak spot. as soon as he attaches his mouth to what he had learned is your sweet spot awhile ago, you feel yourself begin to come undone.

“oh god, i’m gonna cum.”

“yeah? be a good girl and cum for me.” daichi’s voice comes out raspy with lust and you can’t take it anymore.

you shiver as your orgasm consumes you. your body shakes slightly as you ride out your high, panting and moaning daichi’s name as you come down. he watches you attentively, his dick now throbbing in his shorts.

“satisfied princess?” he asks as he takes in your exhausted appearance.

“very.” you coo, feeling blissful from your intense climax.

“good, now it’s your turn to satisfy me.” daichi asserts, gesturing to the tent in his pants and you excitedly prepare to get him off too.

kuroo

- you and kuroo are alike in many ways

- you share a lot of the same interests, morals, and ideals

- but one thing you do NOT share

- is his like for strange low budget sci-fi movies

- you try your best to be interested in the movies because you love kuroo and enjoy spending quality time with him

- but you cannot, for the life of you, get past the cringey special effects and god awful acting

- so most times you just pass out and sleep for an hour or two or just leave the room completely

- and sometimes, you do something that interests you a bit more...

you yawn of boredom at the antagonizingly slow plot of the movie kuroo had put on. but you glance over at him and he’s purely invested in the storyline, eyes stuck to the tv screen as he mindlessly shoves handfuls of popcorn into his mouth and you chuckle to yourself at the sight.

“can you please stop staring at me and laughing? that’s kinda rude you know?” kuroo huffs, still not shifting his attention from the movie, yet highly aware of your gaze.

“sorry, you’re just way more entertaining than what’s going on in this movie.” you admit.

“you’re so lame.” he teases, “the movie is clearly a masterpiece but you’re just not intellectually inclined enough to see that.”

“right. so i’m dumb for not liking it?” you smile amusedly.

“yes, that’s exactly what i’m saying.” kuroo agrees, finally taking a moment to look at you, give you a sarcastic smile, then quickly look back at the tv screen. you laugh lightly at him again. it’s actually kind of cute how excited he gets over these movies, it almost makes it worth sitting through two hours of garbage just to be in his presence. almost.

“you’re such a dork.” you tease back but he doesn’t even hear it because he’s listening closely to what’s taking place on the screen. you roll your eyes and try focusing on the movie too. it actually does grasp your attention for a few minutes but completely loses it when a fight scene that looks like it was recorded with a prehistoric android shows up. you mentally groan, completely bored out of your mind. you’re currently cuddled up against kuroo on the couch, your head resting on his chest and his arm draped over your shoulder, a bowl of popcorn in his other. you decide you may as well just close your eyes and rest for a bit but as soon as you shut them, and idea sparks in your mind.

you release yourself from kuroo’s grasp and reposition yourself so that you’re sitting with your legs around his thigh. he barely even acknowledges your new position and you get slightly offended.

“seriously? is the movie really that good?” you ask, bringing his attention to you. he looks you over, raking your entire body up and down with his eyes slowly.

“yeah it is.” he says bluntly, very obviously trying to hold back a smirk. he knows what he’s doing, trying to rile you up and you’re letting him.

“hey, rude.” you scoff at him with a pout and he just ignores you, pulling you further into his trap. “fine then.” you mumble and begin stripping off your clothes until you’re fully naked and you place yourself back onto his thigh. now he’s looking at you in amusement.

“you’re so fucking hot.” he praises.

“thanks, but don’t look at me. keep watching your movie since it’s so interesting.” you say shortly.

he raises and eyebrow at you and shrugs, looking back to the tv. he likes when you get bratty like that, and you like doing it too because although kuroo is usually dominant as it is, that’s when dominant dominant kuroo comes to play. and you love it. you also know that shrug means trouble for you later.

you push up the fabric of his shorts a little bit so you can have skin to skin contact with his thigh, wanting this to feel as good as it possibly can. kuroo pretends not to notice your actions but you know he’s watching you in his peripheral vision, which gets you going. you drag your hips along his thigh in back and forth motions at a steady and even pace, making sure to moan just loud enough for kuroo to get all hot and bothered. although he’s pretending as though he’s paying you no mind, you know very well he’s seething in his skin. he hates being teased, and that’s exactly what you’re doing.

“such a tease.” he snarks, finally directing his attention to you again.

“really? me? no, i don’t thinks so.” you joke and now he’s the one rolling his eyes at you.

“you know what happens to bratty girls who interrupt me while i’m watching a movie?”

you visually swallow at his words, the change in the tone of his voice which was now laced with subtle aggression making your pussy pulse. but you keep up your bratty persona, really wanting to pull the dominant kuroo you’re looking for out of his cave.

“i’m not really interrupting anything, no one said you have to pay attention to me.” you retort still rolling your hips against his thigh and moaning softly every so often. kuroo shakes his head, a smirk beginning to form on his face.

“oh so you wanna be punished?” kuroo grunts and you choose not to reply. you just continue grinding your now dripping cunt against his leg, maintaining eye contact with him as you let out a lewd moan of his name. big mistake. before you can even comprehend what’s happening, you’re flipped onto your back, fingers digging into your hips as kuroo pins you down and hovers above you.

“fine then, so be it.” he continues.

you most definitely CANNOT walk the next morning.

oikawa

- oikawa is truly amazing at planning dates for the two of you

- like he really just enjoys impressing you and making you swoon, it makes his heart very happy

- typically you prefer your casual dates where you two just hang out and get ice cream together or something simple like that

- but it is nice to get dressed up every one in awhile and go somewhere fancy, so you’re fairly excited for this date he has planned

- mostly because oikawa says he has a surprise for you, a dress he bought you to wear for this date

- says he saw it and couldn’t not buy it for you because he thought it’d look so sexy on you

- and boy, was he right

“holy shit.” he breathes as you walk out of the bathroom where you had just finished getting dressed up. hair done, makeup on, and the beautiful dress that oikawa bought you hugging you perfectly.

“you like?” you ask, giving him a little twirl so he could see the back too. he stays quiet, just taking in the sight in front of him. very clearly and obviously in awe.

“toru?” you tilt your head and snap a couple times at your silent boyfriend and he snaps out of his trance.

“come here.” is all he says and you walk over to his spot on the edge of the bed. he pulls you into his lap with ease and you find yourself straddling him, your dress rising up your thighs a bit. you readjust yourself so that you’re just sitting on one of his legs rather than both in order to relieve some of the tension on the dress.

“toru, you’re gonna tear the dress.” you giggle at his eagerness.

“sorry, you just look so good. had to get my hands on you.” he confesses as his hands find their way to your ass, caressing it through the fabric. you smile before grabbing him by the tie he’s wearing and giving him a kiss. the kiss was meant to be short and sweet but somehow ended up becoming messy and hot. your fingers are laced in his hair, tugging at it occasionally while his hands continue to massage your ass. you moan into his mouth and he grins before moving his hands up from your ass to your hips.

he guides them skillfully, moving them so that now your hips are gliding against his clothed thigh. you moan at the sudden sensation, and he pulls away from the kiss to look at you.

“i want you the keep riding my thigh like this until you cum, got it?” he directs.

“but toru, our reservation. we’re gonna-“

“shh. the faster you make yourself cum, the quicker we’ll be able to leave.” he asserts and you follow his instructions obediently.

he just leans back on his elbows and watches you, a deep blush across his face. though he comes off like the selfish type, oikawa is the kind of person who gets pleasure just from seeing other people in pleasure. so watching you desperately grind your hips into his leg while moans of his name and other pretty sounds are spilling from your lips is almost enough to make him cum himself. but he manages to keep himself together and continues to watch you circle your hips around his thigh.

“hm, i’m getting close. can you help me?” you ask oikawa, your eyes shut and head thrown back in pleasure.

“mm, how do you want me to help pretty girl?” he responds.

“touch me, please just touch me.” you practically beg and he hums at how cute he thinks you are. he places his thumb on your clit, rubbing small circles on it.

“fuck oikawa.” you moan, now moving your hips on his thigh and his finger. he starts palming himself through his pants to relieve some of the pressure that had built up there and groans at his own touch which sends a chill throughout your body. oikawa’s moans are your favorite thing ever, them alone can get you dripping wet within seconds.

“moan for me again baby, you sound so good.” you say breathlessly and he elicits yet another arousing moan causing you to let out one of your own. he begins moving his thumb faster along your clit, wanting to make you unravel right then and there and he is successful in his pursuit.

“gonna cum.” is all you can muster before a back arching orgasm forces its way through your body and it takes everything in oikawa’s willpower not to be right there along with you.

“jesus.” he mutters, eyes still locked on you as he watches you slowly revive back to your normal self.

“that’s why you bought me this dress huh?” you say once you’re finally able to form coherent sentences again. “just to see me cum in it?” you continue, shaking your head at the realization.

“well would you look at that, if we don’t leave now we’ll definitely miss our reservation so we should probably go.” oikawa dodges the question and all you can do is laugh.

if this was the case, he could buy you new dresses whenever he’d like.

bokuto

- bokuto and you share a love for thighs

- he’s obsessed with yours

- and you’re equally as obsessed with his

- so ever since you first tried thigh riding with him, he’s been throwing subtle hints for you to do it again

- “damn, my thigh is really cold. wish someone would sit on.”

- “would be a shame if a pretty girl was grinding on my thigh right now huh?”

- “imagine if you rode my thigh again haha, that’d be wild.”

- the only reason why you didn’t give in is because you didn’t want it to be like an everyday thing, you want it to be a bit more special

- but after a bit of waiting, you’re more than ready for it

you have just finished your period so your horny meter is off the charts and it’s always like this. a week without touching and advanced hormone levels, it’s no surprise you feel the way you do. so of course you really want nothing more other than to relieve yourself right now, and you know just the way to do that.

you and bokuto are out on a movie date. you’ve been trying so hard to suppress the desire burning in your core the whole night, but it’s pretty much impossible at this point. so when the movie ends you make it very clear to bokuto what type of mood you’re in as you leave the movie theater.

“when we get to the car, i want you to park it somewhere secluded then we’re hopping into the backseat.” you whisper to him as you leave the building and make your way to the parking lot. he shoots you a look, trying to read whether you’re joking or not. once he sees the deadpan look on your face, he knows you’re serious.

“oh? is my baby horny?” he asks unnecessarily loud. you hit him roughly on the arm as another couple that’s walking by overhears and looks at you weirdly.

“can you say it even louder? i don’t think the entire city heard you.” you snark and he laughs at your embarrassment.

“you shouldn’t be embarrassed about it baby. if you want me to fuck you, just say it with your whole chest.” he shrugs as the two of you reach his car, departing ways so you can get in on the passenger side.

“i don’t want you to fuck me though. i wanna ride your thigh until i’m shaking and cumming all over it.” you smile to him across the car and his face goes red.

“in the car, now.” he orders and you follow. it’s silent for a minute before bokuto pulls out of the parking space.

“is this what you’ve been thinking about all night?” bokuto asks, his hand resting on your thigh while his thumb rubs light circles over the skin which gives you shivers. “i could tell, you seemed like your mind was elsewhere.” he finishes.

“i mean yeah, it’s all i’ve been thinking about for awhile actually.” you admit.

“why didn’t you tell me? you know i’ve hinted to wanting you to do it again like a gazillion times.”

“i know, i know. but it’s not something that i want to make a habit, i want it to be more of a special thing.” you say shyly and he flashes you a quick smile.

“you’re so fucking adorable, what even.” he coos before pulling into a deserted parking lot behind a building that had already closed for the night.

once he’s perfectly positioned into a parking space, he puts the car in park and turns the engine off. then he leans over to kiss you, his hand still tenderly placed on your thigh, the other cupping your chin so he can tilt your head and deepen the kiss. just like you’re obsessed with bokuto’s thighs, you’re obsessed with his kisses. he always kisses you so deeply, with so much passion and it makes you weak. after kissing for a few minutes, the two of you finally pull away to breathe.

“are you ready?” you ask bokuto breathlessly.

“more than ready.” he replies and with that you and him make your way into the backseat. bokuto sits first and then you place yourself on top of one of his thighs. you would be lying if you said you didn’t wear a skirt tonight specifically for this reason, and you’re so glad you made that decision. you also intentionally wore your thinnest pair of panties so that you could get more from your arousal. though this makes it very easy for bokuto to notice that you’re already soaking wet.

“jesus baby, you really are horny huh?” he groans at the feeling on his leg. you nod and look away from him, a little embarrassed at how you’re already so hot and bothered just from thinking about this. bokuto notices and uses his index finger to lift your chin and bring your gaze back to his.

“hey, look at me.” he says softly, “start riding.”

the shift in his tone from the soft one he was just using is alerting, and you obey his demand eagerly. you begin making short strides with your hips, rocking them back and fourth agaist bokuto’s leg while he rubs your thighs in the process. you moan as a shock of arousal shoots itself throughout your body. you steady yourself by holding onto bokuto’s shoulders and continue rocking your hips in quick motions. bokuto’s eyes don’t know where to land. he keeps switching between looking down at your hips as you grind them expertly against his thigh, and looking at your face which would occasionally scrunch up in pleasure as you moan. both making him unbearably hard.

bokuto knows you just ended your period. in turn, he knows that means your nipples are extra sensitive so he reaches under your shirt and unclaspes your bra, tossing it on the seat beside him. he then begins rubbing your already hard nipples between his fingers which earns a breathy moan of his name from you. between the intense feeling of pleasure between your legs and now the added pleasure of having your nipples played with, you know you’re not going to last much longer. so you unbutton bokuto’s pants after noticing how hard he is and grasp his erect member, making long strokes along the shaft before rubbing your thumb around the tip. you want him to cum with you and judging by the noises you’re getting out of him, you’re wish will come true. you continue riding his thigh and stroking his dick, while he continues playing with your nipples and you start to feel yourself get hotter and hotter.

“kiss me.” you say to bokuto and he happily obliges, attaching his lips to yours roughly. now the two of you are moaning into each other’s mouths as you get closer to you’re orgasms, doing everything you can to reach them.

“fuck, i’m almost there.” bokuto moans against you.

“me too.” you moan as well, your movements against bokuto’s thigh becoming more sloppy. your moans are increasing in volume and you know you’re both close.

“shit.” is all bokuto gives to warn you before he’s cumming all over your hand and the sight sends you over. you’re whole body tenses as your orgasm rolls through you, you gripping more tightly onto bokuto’s shoulders at the sensation.

you both give each other a minute to come down, still panting and trying to catch your breaths.

“i’m so in love with you y/n.” bokuto sighs once he’s finally caught his breath and you chuckle at his confession.

“i’m in love with you too kōtarō.”

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Your Favorite — Part 1

Pairing: Spencer Reid x fem!Reader Summary: When Y/N comes home from college for the summer to meet her mom's new boyfriend, she finds herself in a rather tough spot when she can’t stop thinking about him— And it seems he feels the same... Category: SMUT (18+) Content: Adults w/ age gap, masturbation (female and male), minor exhibitionism kink, oral sex (male receiving), penetrative sex, breeding kink (kinda? i think? 😅) Word Count: 7.3k (do you see now why I had to make it a miniseries? alsdjfdk)

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DISCLAIMER: In this story, Spencer is dating Y/N’s mom while also having a sexual relationship with the reader herself. Because of that, there are obvious undertones of cheating, alongside some perv-y tendencies when it comes to a partner’s daughter. That being said, Spencer and Y/N’s relationship is consensual. However— If any of what I just forewarned is something that you think will make you uncomfortable while reading, please do not read! If there are any more disclaimers you think I may have missed, don’t hesitate to tell me! There is another post I made HERE with some disclaimers as well if you want to know more about what this story will entail.

NOTE: This intro is already too long, so I’ll just get this out of the way: you can find visual nsfw inspirations for this story over at @mercy-midnight, I’m working on a playlist for this story on my Spotify @/mercyburning, and I don’t know when part 2 and 3 will be out, but you can assume they’ll be here within the next few weeks.

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JUNE 5th

I hate my mom's new boyfriend.

For the past three months she'd been telling me about this new guy who's "The One" as if "The One" hasn't been like four other guys in the past two years.

And as much as I'd love for my mom to find someone to spend the rest of her life with, I don't believe she'd ever find Mr. Perfect at this rate. Unless she spent more than a few months with them at a time before dragging me home from college for a weekend to meet them, I really don't see it happening.

It just sucks. Because every time she does this, every time I return home, I see the glimmering hope in her eyes and the diminishing spark in his, and I know. I know it won't last, and her heart will be utterly broken within the span of a few months.

I always thought maybe she just had terrible taste in men.

But this time around, when I begrudgingly walk through the door of my childhood home for the summer and see my mother clinging to a man who returns that glimmer in her eyes, I know she's picked a good one.

And I hate him.

His name is Spencer Reid, and he's a retired FBI agent who teaches full time at local colleges now.

He greets me with a bona fide, radiant smile, unlike all the others before, and it sets my insides on fire. And when we sit down for dinner, he's polite (but not in a fake way,) and he seems genuinely curious about my studies and my personality and my relationship with my mother. And when dinner is finished he offers to clean up while Mom and I settle in the living room.

I see the way he looks at me as I leave, a gentle, closed-mouth smile and eyes that linger a little too long on my exposed legs before averting, a glint of shame pooling within them, and it only spreads that fire in my belly.

Maybe I'd been imagining the whole thing, because deep down I wanted him to look at me the way he had... But it's hard to tell when my brain is mostly setting off sirens, blaring "THIS IS WRONG! THIS IS WRONG!" on a loop with blinding lights.

And they're even louder when my mom wraps her arm around me and lays her head atop mine. "Well, what do you think? He's great, huh?"

She's so lovesick, it hurts. It hurts even worse knowing that all I can think about is his big hands wrapped around my throat while he fucks me into the squeaky twin-sized mattress in my bedroom upstairs.

But I can't tell her that, obviously.

And so I decidedly hate him. And I have no choice but lie to her face, embracing her joy and hoping that I'll be able to survive this summer.

"Yeah, Mom. He's really great."

JUNE 19th

It's been two weeks and I can barely stand to be in the same house anymore.

I try to keep myself busy by going outside, to the beach or for long walks in the park; but it's too hot for my liking, and our town is so small that unless I want to spend my time in the grocery store or one of the three bars on Main Street...

I'm stuck either outside where it's hot and uncomfortable, or in the house where it's also hot and uncomfortable.

We have air conditioning, of course, but that's not the problem.

It's Spencer.

I thought by now my little crush on him would have gone, but the longer he hangs around the house, the stronger my feelings for him grow. They're not romantic—nor do I think they ever could be given the fact that if anything serious really were to ever happen between us, my mom would disown me for the rest of my life and murder Spencer with her bare hands—but that doesn't make it any easier on me.

Every day he just exists, right in front of me with that tug-able mop of hair, those warm honey eyes, and his hands that never stop moving. I swear, it's like every time he breathes, his hands are breathing too, challenging me to try and stop them.

But I refuse to touch him. Because I know the moment I do, all will be lost. I won't be able to control myself anymore. And if I don't drop to my knees and try sucking his dick at the dinner table, I'm sure I'll blurt out how I can't handle it anymore and that I need him, and either way I'd be royally fucked.

Right now he's in the dining room, teaching my mom how to do a disappearing card trick. She thinks it's utterly charming that he can do it at all, but mostly that he's patient and willing enough to teach her. And normally I'd agree, but I can barely look at them without wanting to waltz over, grab his wrist, and suck his fingers into my mouth.

It's truly pathetic.

So I try to focus on the television just a few feet away. It's one of those rare instances where I wish our house was bigger, because while I don't mind having less wall-space between rooms, I do mind not being able to watch TV without the kitchen table in my periphery at a time like this. And I think about going up to my bedroom instead for a moment, but I'd have to go past the kitchen, and I just know Mom is going to ask if I'd want Spencer to teach me his magic trick.

And I most definitely do not want that.

In another life, maybe, where he isn't a hot professor and rather an average-looking dude who's way too into fantasy football... But not in this lifetime.

So there I sit, concentrating so hard on Family Feud that my face hurts.

When I hear a flutter of cards and joyous giggling from the other room, it's more than my face that hurts.

It's also my chest, churning and tensing at the hands of the green devil.

Fuck!

I barely even know this man... I haven't really talked to him because I'm afraid that if I try to hold a conversation I'll snap. He's literally just some hot older guy who's dating my mom, and still, my whole body twists and aches with envy when they do anything together, and it fucking sucks. Not only because of the jealousy, but it's also the fact that my mom deserves to be happy.

This time it's different. This time, she's really found someone who returns her every loving gaze, who makes her laugh, who's kind and genuine and not a total douche. She's happier than I've seen her in years.

And the one time she finally finds "The One", every waking second of my life is spent longing for him fuck me.

But it's only been two weeks.

And it's also been nearly two years since I got laid, so maybe that's just my issue...

I figure it can't hurt, so in a spur of the moment decision, I turn the TV off and sprint towards the stairs, right past Mom and Spencer before they can ask questions.

———

I hardly even register the dimness of the light inside the house by the time I glide up the steps, fumbling with the key and trying to make my entrance as quiet as possible. Though, because I'm so used to the dark by this point, the light—no matter how dim—nearly blinds me. The door shuts louder than I'd have liked, and I cringe inwardly, pausing as if that will keep anyone from seeing or hearing me. Not like it'll matter, considering Mom and Spencer are the only ones that are staying here and they'd also been the only ones aware of my plans for the evening.

Well, somewhat, anyway. I told them an old friend invited me out and I probably wouldn't be home until late.

Regardless, that instinct of trying not to get caught coming in late at night is stronger than common sense. Throw a little cheap beer and some shots into the mix, and it almost feels like I'm a teenager again.

The only thing different now is that I have a pool of some stranger's cum soaking my underwear and a man in front of me who stands like an angel. An exhausted, almost scruffy-looking angel more like, but my point still stands.

"You're up late," Spencer observes. It's a simple enough statement— not really judge-y, but I can tell that regardless of his knowledge of my coming home late, he seems shocked to see me coming through the front door right now.

And it's hard to look away from him. Just like it has been for the past two weeks. Still, I try, just barely avoiding his eyes as I cross my arms and fight the urge to clench my legs together. "I'm a whore. What's your excuse?"

Maybe not the best thing to say. But like I said, common sense? Gone.

"O—oh... Umm..." Spencer stumbles through his words, obviously stunned by my response, and the look in his eyes kind of makes me want to curl up in a ball and die from embarrassment. Still, I stand my ground and wait for him to continue.

He settles on a short, "I can't sleep," and then there's nothing else.

"Ah," I express. One syllable. I don't draw it out, I don't exaggerate it... This is the first real conversation I've had alone with him, and I've made it extremely awkward, so I sigh and take a few steps forward, trying to walk past him. "Okay. Goodnight."

I only make it a few steps before he stops me, his hand reaching out to tap my shoulder. "Wait—"

The touch makes me jump, and he pulls it away immediately as I turn to face him. My heart is racing at the speed of light, my panties are soaked through, and if I'm not careful that whole 'no common sense' thing is going to bite me so hard in the ass I won't have one left.

"Can I talk to you?" His voice is barely audible, and the gentle rasp it has to it seems to make me even more wet.

I nod, not trusting myself to speak.

"Look, I um... Your mom has been totally transparent with me about her relationships, so I know that she's been through a lot of them in a short amount of time... And I know that must be a little difficult for you. Especially now that I'm here... And you've been... distant. And I know that I don't know you that well, so forgive me if I'm assuming anything, but I just want you to know that I don't have any intention of making things difficult for you and your mother."

Too late, pal, I think bitterly, the gentle authority in his tone setting my insides alight. I'm positive that voice could get me to do so many things...

That's the alcohol and sex talking, Y/N, just shake it and move on...

He starts again, but I cut him off with a short wave of my hand. "Look, I... I appreciate what you're trying to do, but I had a really long night, and I'm exhausted. I just wanna shower and go to bed."

I expect more resistance, but Spencer only nods. I still can't bring myself to look him in the eye, though this time I catch his hands clenching at the bottom hem of his shirt. "I understand. Sleep well."

Without another word I turn on my heel and walk a little faster towards the stairs, and I'm about to take my first step when I realize he's followed me. His voice calls out my name softly from a few feet behind, and it stops me in my tracks regardless of my desire to get out of there as fast as I can. And then I turn around and finally look directly at his face.

Big mistake.

His eyes are on my legs again, trailing slowly upwards until he reaches my face. The light over here is dimmer, barely noticeable at all, though I swear I can see red forming on his cheeks.

"I like your dress," he says softly. It's almost meek, like he'd been afraid to say it but took a chance anyway.

It's such a random, small compliment, but with the alcohol and endorphins flowing through my body after the night I'd just had, it nearly makes me quiver.

It also makes me incredibly stupid.

An amused, almost sensual grin forms on my face as I make eye contact with him, and I feel myself throb at the way I can just barely see his throat move. He looks like a deer in headlights, afraid to make one sudden move.

"Turning to flattery to try and win me over, are we?" I say slowly.

I almost think he'll stumble over his words once more, but again he surprises me with a full answer. It's only three words but it's clear, and his voice is deep, and I want to fucking jump his bones right then and there.

"Is it working?"

This has to be the alcohol making me imagine things... I swear I didn't even drink that much tonight, but it has to be an obvious lapse in judgement. The drinking mixed with the sex mixed with the dirty thoughts I've been having about this man lately have to be what's making this feel real. It's all culminating into this one big fantasy (or delusion, more like), and all I need is to shower and sleep it off.

That has to be it.

So because there's no other reasonable explanation that my brain can conjure up, I take a chance and throw Spencer a wink before turning and sprinting up the stairs.

And it's that same seemingly undeniable reasoning for this illusion that doesn't keep my hands from wandering in the shower. Even though those warning sirens in my brain keep blaring, telling me that the common sense is still there for me to utilize, they're drowned out by my thrumming heartbeat and the repetition of Spencer's soothing, authoritative voice, guiding my movements.

Keep rubbing your clit for me, baby... Just like that, nice and slow...

Warm water cascades down the front of my body as I lean back into the wall of the shower, but that's not why I'm so warm. This heat radiates through my insides, spreading like wildfire and bringing out small whimpers and mewls that I know I'll have to contain in fear of waking my mom from her bedroom right next door.

But then the thought of her hearing me next door as I cry out her boyfriend's name only excites me more. I keep it quiet still, but just knowing that someone else is in the house while I'm having these thoughts right now (one of them being the object of said thoughts) is what finally brings me over the edge.

I finish my shower on weak legs, definitely overstimulated now, but also feeling even more tired. I know that the moment I lay down on my bed, I'll be pulled into the sweet, soft surrender of a deep sleep.

Nothing else has ever sounded so pleasant.

———

When I woke up that morning after, I was feeling surprisingly calm. Realistically I knew that my whole 'this has to be an illusion' montage had been less truth and more inebriated babble, and the longer I sat on it the more I thought it'd all turned out for the better.

Turns out, tipsily masturbating in the shower to thoughts of your mom's hot new boyfriend was a surefire way to get it out of your system, right?

Wrong.

It really had been okay at first. I thought about Spencer almost immediately, and yeah, he was still hot as fuck—But there wasn't this overwhelming desire within me to jump his bones when I saw him that morning, his hair messy and his hands clutching a cup of coffee while Mom made breakfast behind him.

But that good feeling I had about all of this? It lasts only about a split second.

Because the moment he looks up and sees me, the mug falls out of his hand and shatters to pieces. His eyes stay glued to me, even as my mother darts over to pick up the pieces of the ceramic that are scattered about the table and the floor. And when she turns back to grab a paper towel, he still stares at me, once again at my legs.

It takes me all of four seconds afterwards to remember that not only did I talk to him briefly last night, but I also flirted with him after he complimented me.

That whole part seemed to have slipped my mind when waking up, and now that his gaze is bringing me back to that moment, that 'this has to be an illusion' montage is starting to become larger than I'd remembered.

It isn't until he finally snaps out of it and starts to help my mom clean up the mess that I snap out of it, too, going back upstairs to clear my head and cool the heat radiating over my skin.

———

There's a knock at my bedroom door about an hour later, and it sounds different than my mom's usually quick two-knock succession. That means it's someone else, and unsurprisingly, my stomach tightens at the thought of seeing him again.

"Yeah?" I call out, turning in my desk chair and meeting Spencer's figure in the doorway. He's changed, a rather nice pair of slacks and a white button-up shirt clinging to his limbs.

"Can I come in?"

"Mhm," I say. I still don't know if I entirely trust myself to say anything more than a few words to him, and as he enters the room and sits on the foot of my bed, I wonder if he can tell.

He tries, really tries, to look me in the eye, but I know that it's hard. I've been in the same spot. And then he takes a deep breath before folding his hands in his lap.

"Y/N, I want to apologize... When we... talked last night... It was kind of weird, and then this morning wasn't really any better..." He can barely get out the words 'talk' and 'last night'... And then he avoids my gaze altogether, staring at the floor and trailing off, trying to put his thoughts together it seems.

And that's when it starts to click into place.

There's one thing that both last night and this morning have in common, and I've noticed it almost every time I've caught him staring at me. At my legs. It's happened almost daily since I've met him. And then, the night I come home clearly having just been fucked, waltzing past him, entertaining his fascination with my legs and then masturbating to thoughts of him in the shower, he finally starts dropping mugs.

He must also really feel something here. Something similar to my own feelings. And really, that should be a red flag, because he's my mom's boyfriend, and it's a goddamned fucking mess...

But fuck, it excites me.

I'm still wearing my pajama shorts, silky and lavender in color, and I use them to my advantage, slowly crossing one leg over the other and just barely gaining Spencer's attention back.

"Yeah, what was that, anyway?" I ask him, amusement dripping off my tongue.

I can tell from his reaction that he wasn't expecting me to ask. A few times he opens his mouth to speak and then closes it , stumbling before panicking. He's been pretty good so far at coming up with answers and explanations, so the fact that this time I finally seemed to have broken him down makes it all the more clear.

He must have heard me in the shower.

Right?

I'm almost completely positive that's what this is about. And there's one way for me to get the confirmation I'm looking for.

"So you heard me, huh?"

I try to keep my voice as plain as I can as not to give away my motives, and with my luck Spencer is so flustered that he probably wouldn't have even noticed it at all. He looks up at me, his eyes desperately trying to find something he can use to make up a lie, but in the end there's no use.

I've caught him. And he knows it.

"Yes," he whispers. He looks exhausted, guilty, and also a little like he wants to cross the barrier and kiss me.

Okay, maybe that part's just in my head. I really can't tell. But I do know that hearing me call his name out in the shower last night is what brought him to this point of severe distress. As much as that excites me, though, it also embarrasses me a little. Maybe if it hadn't happened we could have avoided further destruction.

It must read on my face, because Spencer perks a little. "Oh! Y/N, I'm not... I'm not mad or anything. I really didn't mean to overhear and invade your privacy... Really, I-I'm sorry."

The fact that he's apologizing to me right now, rather than acting all grossed out that I even did it in the first place, tells me he either feels guilty for not being able to help himself from hearing me, or he's just a good guy who loves my mom and doesn't want to ruin it because of a little mishap.

Either way, it's frustrating, because I don't know what to do.

Well, I know what I want to do, but I don't know if I should hint at it.

But then he does something. It's small, and no one would have noticed, but I've been fascinated with his hands since the moment I met him, so my eyes are instantly drawn there.

They're clenched so hard, his knuckles are nearly white.

He's nervous.

To ease his mind a bit, I hold off on poking the bear harder (though it's really tempting to see what will happen if I don't) and nod, trying to make myself look as apologetic and small as possible.

"It's okay... I... I won't make it awkward if you won't?"

His shoulders slump, and his body seems to relax. "Y–yeah. Yeah, deal."

He gets up off the bed and blurts one final apology before heading for the door, but that part of me that wants to poke the bear further makes me stand up and follow him.

"Spencer?" I call out.

He freezes and turns to face me, and I don't think he quite expected me to be as close as I am. I have to tilt my head up to look at him, and the angle gives me an added layer of this innocence I'm trying to achieve.

"I'm sorry, too..."

No the fuck I'm not.

Whether he can sense my lie or not, he doesn't show it. But I think he at least knows that I'm pitching my voice a little higher on purpose, and if that doesn't give it away, the way I'm staring at him sure should.

Still, he only nods and retreats.

All there's left to do is see what happens.

JUNE 25th

For someone who agreed not to make things awkward, Spencer sure can't keep his eyes off of me.

To be fair, I have tried to keep things fairly normal. I only really interacted with him if I had to, I kept my distance, and I saved my skimpier clothing for the strangers I was regularly going out to see almost every weekend.

My lustful feelings for him aren't as strong now that I've been getting some on a semi-regular basis and keeping myself occupied. I've been doing my part.

But I still can't shake him entirely.

Whenever he spends the night (which is surprisingly most nights), the occasional wet dream about him gets me frustrated when I know he's just down the hall and sleeping soundly next to my mom. On those days I try to cut as much interaction with him as I can, though it doesn't keep me from seeing the occasional stare he throws my way.

I wish I could say that I hate it.

But I don't, and it increasingly gets worse. It's only been a week, so there's still time, but honestly, I don't think there's any shaking him.

Today especially is one of those days where it's hard not to give into the incessant need to tease him and coax some stronger reaction out of him.

I talked to Mom earlier this morning about getting some new clothes, and she had this brilliant idea to have Spencer take me. "It would be a good chance for you two to bond a little, don't you think?" she insisted, nudging him in the side and silently pleading with her eyes for him to agree.

I could tell from the look on his face that he really wasn't ready to be alone with me again, but that only excited me.

"Yeah, I think that's a great idea," I piped up, positively beaming.

Mom was so excited for us to 'bond' and also that I was gladly inclined to go through with it that Spencer couldn't have said no to her even if he wanted to.

And I was pretty sure he didn't want to.

Yet here we are, sitting in the car, the air conditioning so strong it's blowing some of my hair into my eyes. I think it had been his way of punishing me for choosing today to wear a short skirt, something I usually refrain from nowadays unless I'm going out, and it makes me smile. I can't help it.

I also can't help the way my fingers play with my skirt, dying to tease him some more. I just want to see, to know for sure that I'm driving him mad.

"No offence, but you seem weird today... Is there something wrong?" I ask him, lifting my skirt just a smidge. The air from the car blows the fabric in waves.

"You're acting this way on purpose."

Well, I hadn't been expecting that answer... All this time he'd hardly been confrontative, and now he's full-on calling me out. It's plain to see that he's finally snapped, and I would have felt sorry about it if I didn't find it extremely sexy.

"What do you mean?"

"Y/N..."

My name on his lips is a warning. He's clearly annoyed, exasperated, and I'm loving every second. "Don't act oblivious. I'm not stupid, and neither are you. I don't want to make you hate me or anything, but you have to know where I'm coming from. I was willing to let the shower thing slide... And you said you were too, for that matter, so I don't know what's changed, but it has to stop now. Understood?"

Oh, all I want is to argue with him. I want to point out that none of this is really my fault because he's the one who hasn't been able to stop staring at me all summer so far. I want to tell him that if he wants this to stop he has to make it stop.

But that isn't going to give me any of the answers I'm looking for or further proof of my theory that he wants me just as badly as I want him. And I am not going to fuck this whole situation up by making a poorly-timed move on him.

I have to know for sure.

So, I fold my hands neatly in my lap, sigh, and look dead ahead. "Right... We said no awkwardness. I'm sorry."

Spencer seems to accept my apology and continues down the road.

When we make it to the mall I think he's calmed down. At least, he seems a little more comfortable around me, and honestly I'm okay with it. As much as his spiel in the car turned me on, it also exhausted me to the point of silence.

Even as we walk around each store in the mall, I just lead and he follows, not saying a word when I pick out a top or a pair of pants or whatever else I need. And when it comes time to pay, he takes the basket from me and pays for it with no question.

Near five bags of clothes later, I figure I could get used to this new dynamic.

But then we pass a lingerie store, and I remember that the main thing I'd needed was new underwear. I start to turn into the store, but stop suddenly, pausing awkwardly and deciding to go straight ahead instead.

"You don't want to go in?" Spencer asks.

I shake my head. "No, it's fine. I can just pick some up later, it's not a big deal."

He sighs then, nodding his head towards the sign. "If you need to go in, you can... I'll just wait out here if you're uncomfortable."

I really want to call him out, ask him if he's the one who should be worried about being uncomfortable. But so far this afternoon has been pretty decent, and I really don't want to make things any weirder than they have to be.

Besides... If my theory is right...

"Sure. Thanks. Uh, how am I gonna pay, though?"

"O—Oh... I'll uh... I'll just watch the counter and come in when you need me."

"Orrrr, you could just give it to me?"

This time I get a laugh out of him. "Not a chance. Go in, I'll wait."

I smile at him and hand him the bags to hold onto while I leave, and it fills me with absolute amusement that he'd just given me one more ounce of proof that I'm right.

He's gonna have to come inside and pay for what I bought. He could have just given me the card, and maybe he truly doesn't trust me with it (which I don't know why he wouldn't honestly), but he chose to come inside all the same.

I browse happily then, going through the displays and picking out things I need, but also things I know Spencer will like.

Specifically, I stumble on a pair of lavender panties, embroidered with flowery trim up top. The pattern from the outside is lace, but there's a thin layer of cotton underneath designed to be more comfortable to wear.

I've noticed that he can never seem to look away when I'm wearing anything, really, but it's more intense when I wear one of two things. Florals, and any type of purple. And these fit both of those bills perfectly.

Now there's just one more bill to take care of.

I stride over to the counter and turn around, finding that Spencer's caught my eye immediately. Either he truly had been paying attention to the counter the whole time, or he'd been watching through the glass, following me with his gaze to the best of his abilities. Either way, he blinks a few times and looks like he's gathering the courage to go in before actually taking any steps.

I laugh to myself, eager to gauge his reaction to this next step.

Surprisingly, he holds up well. The air between me, him, and the cashier is obviously awkward, but he doesn't say anything and barely looks at what she rings up. (I say barely because he tries extremely hard not to look at the purple pair I picked out, inadvertently adding another checkmark to my list of proof.) She tells him the total, he hands her the card, and within a minute, everything is in our possession and we're leaving the mall entirely.

I don't think there are any more steps to my plan today once we get in the car and I tell him thank you. (To which he responds a short and simple, Sure thing, and turns the radio on.)

But then there's a note taped to the front door, and it instantly gives me another one.

My Sweethearts,

I got called in on a work emergency and won't be back until 7. I would have called but I figured you were having a nice time and didn't want to interrupt! I'll bring home dinner, and then maybe you can tell me about how your day went. Can't wait to hear it!

XOXO,

Eve/Mom

I check my phone, seeing that it's almost 3.

Perfect.

But I don't want to give myself away too quickly, so I thank Spencer again for taking me out and tell him that I'm going upstairs to make sure everything fits right. He nods and lets me go, though not without lingering eyes. I can feel it.

The smile never leaves my face as I try all my clothes on. Once each article has been fitted, I throw it in a laundry basket and move to the next, until I get to the last piece.

The lavender panties.

As expected, they fit perfectly, and as I look at myself in the mirror I picture what Spencer would look like when he sees me wearing them.

That's right. When.

I throw back on my earlier outfit and grab the basket, acting as bored and normal as possible to find him sitting at the kitchen table, reading a book.

"Hey," I greet him, setting the basket in front of me once I reach the bottom of the stairs. "Everything fits good, I just need them washed now. Could you run these down to the laundry room for me? I think I'm gonna make something to snack on before Mom brings dinner."

It doesn't surprise me to see him look at my legs before my face, even if it is brief. I want to smile, but I hold back, watching him nod with a tight smile of his own.

"Sure."

He disappears and then I wait.

One...

Two...

Three.

I sneak as quietly as I can to the laundry room once I hear the washer door open. I hadn't specifically asked him to put them in the washer for me on purpose, and it looks like now he's doing exactly what I thought he might.

My head peeks around the corner, barely in his range of sight as I watch him empty the basket. He takes one item of clothing at a time and throws it in the washer, and halfway through the basket he stops, just to place a pair of my new underwear on the dryer beside him.

My heart races faster the more I wait for him to get to the end of the basket. Once he does, he pauses again, and I think I know exactly what he's looking for.

Still, he sets the basket aside and picks up the stray pair of underwear, a simple black cotton pair that I'd been getting for years, and drapes it over his hands. My thighs instantly clench, and I try so hard to remain where I am so I can see where he takes this.

He takes it straight to hell, apparently, tentatively pulling his dick out of his pants and gripping it firmly. I can barely see since his back is partially turned, but I see enough, and god he's so fucking pretty. My underwear dangle from his left hand while the other works slowly over his erection, a soft sigh falling from his lips.

I fight to let one of my own slip as my hand sinks down the front of my body, past the lavender cotton and lace that I know he just wishes he had right now.

And then, a few seconds later he's already coming, using my brand new underwear to catch each rope of it, and the sight nearly has me on my knees.

And because I want to catch him in the act, I quickly draw my hand away from myself and step into the room, barely giving him time to recover.

"You come fast."

Spencer looks utterly devastated when he turns to see me standing in the entryway to the laundry room, arms crossed and an amused smirk adorning my face.

"Y/N... I—I... I'm so sorry, I didn't... I..."

"Don't worry about it," I say, taking a step towards him and shrugging. "You heard me, and now I heard you... We're even. Besides, I... figured you might be looking for these."

He's still stunned, but he looks down all the same, watching my hands slip under my skirt and glide the lavender panties down my legs. I step out of them and hold the garment up on one finger, a soft smile still on my face.

"I picked 'em out just for you, you know," I tell him, tossing them past his face and into the washer. "I've noticed that you like purple."

This time he's quick to respond. "Y/N, we... We can't... This isn't right."

"Says the man holding my underwear soaked in his cum..."

He looks panicked again, extremely guilty, but if this isn't going to end in a total disaster, then I have to reassure him that I'm okay.

"Spencer, I'm not mad..." I take another step forward, and it feels much like trying to approach a wounded animal. I can see in his eyes and in his posture that this conflict is killing him, so I decide to show some rapport. "And I know... I know this is messy... I love my mom... And I'm sure you care about her a lot... But are we really going to ignore this? We tried that, remember? And now look where we are."

"I..." He swallows, shaking his head and trying to avoid my eyes. "I can't stop thinking about you... I can't..."

My hand finds his arm, and the light touch has him sighing out, an incredulous, breathy laugh escaping him. "Y/N, please... Don't."

"Don't what?" I ask softly, praying he won't turn me away. If he does, we're just back to square one, only the square is jagged, sharper than ever before, and in serious danger of injuring someone.

When he meets my eyes, I see nothing but a desire for something he knows he can't have. "Don't want me."

Now it's my turn to laugh. My knees start to wobble as I go down, keeping my eyes locked onto his, and I swear I see them dilate fully. I scoot in closer, sliding my hand up his leg and finding the words in my heart to finally say out loud.

"It's too late for that..."

My face moves closer, and the hand of his that doesn't currently hold my underwear flies down to gently tug at my hair, keeping me in place.

"If you do this... God, Y/N, I won't be able to stop myself..."

A smirk dances over my lips as I lean in, breath fanning gently over his exposed skin. "Don't."

He swallows. "Don't what?"

"Don't stop yourself."

I barely get the words out before his hand is completely pulling me towards him, and the second my lips press against the silky skin of his hard cock, he loses it completely.

His fingers thread through my hair as I kiss and lick my way softly up to the tip. Once I'm there, I swirl my tongue out and taste the small beads of cum that had remained after he came, a low, satiated hum radiating through my body and making him shiver under my touch.

And then I wrap my lips fully around the head of his dick, and there's no stopping the most beautiful sound I've ever heard come out of his mouth. It's a broken, desperate whisper of my name. The crack in his voice when he says it spurs me forward, and I take him deeper into my mouth until he hits the back of my throat.

That's when he tosses my underwear in the washer and uses both of his hands to grab my head, roughly guiding me along his cock and fully taking control of my actions.

The fire in my belly doesn't ease up, not even once he's decided that he can't take it anymore and pulls me off of him harshly.

And that's only because now he's fully turned over, finally given into these desires that have been plaguing him presumably from the moment we met.

"I want you stripped and in your bed, on your hands and knees within the next five minutes."

I get up off the floor and walk up to him until our bodies are flush, my arms reaching up to wrap around his neck.

"What are you gonna do to me, Spencer?"

He searches my eyes, and his own grow dark with the purest form of sin I'd ever seen. And when his hands come up over the back of my legs, and under my skirt to grab my ass and pull me even closer to him, I can't help the little mewl that slips past my lips.

He smiles, and if it hadn't been for the grip he held on me, I would have fallen to my knees. "Little girl, when I'm through with you, you'll have to come up with some excuse to your mom about why you can't walk straight... Is that what you want?"

The mention of my mom should send me running in the opposite direction, but his threat only prolongs that fire in my veins and makes me want him even more.

I tilt my head up and press a gentle kiss to his lips.

"Do your worst..."

———

Turns out he was very true to his word.

Sitting at the kitchen table is somewhat of a relief, but I try not to walk around as much when Mom gets home. She'd asked me almost immediately if I was okay, and I told her I was just hungry and needed to eat something.

She seemed to have bought it, rushing to the kitchen to unpack the fast food she'd ordered for us. Over her shoulder, Spencer gave me a sly smile, and it took everything I had within myself not to crumble.

Through bites of food, I only half-listen to Mom telling us about the stuff she had to do at work because most of the words I'm hearing are in my head— A loop of endless dirty talk that plants deep into the soil of my stomach and spreads out through my whole body. It infects me, like the most beautiful poison, and I never want it to stop.

"Tell me, sweetheart, you ever let a man come inside you before?"

His weight on top of me coupled together with the heft of his voice has me whining out in pleasure, each snap forward of his hips over my ass as he pounds into me from behind the most delectable burn I've ever felt.

"Uh huh," I answer happily, twisting my head to feel his cheek against my own. "That night you heard me in the shower... I walked through the door with a stranger's cum soaking my panties... And you know what?"

He grumbles, his hips hitting into me harder as he waits for me to continue.

"I wished it was yours..."

My legs clench together under the table and I take a large gulp of water.

I feel something graze over my bare shin, and I already know it's Spencer's foot, a silent reassurance of his presence and that no matter what, he'll always be here.

"Here's what's going to happen..."

He has me on my back now, my legs hoisted over his shoulders and bent back so I'm nearly folded in half. His hips are flush against mine and I can feel his cock throbbing as he comes into the condom.

"You're gonna make an appointment to make sure you're clean... You're gonna make sure you're on good birth control... And then the next time I fuck this pretty little pussy, you're gonna really know what it feels like to have a man come inside you."

Right... Like I really need a reminder of his presence.

I can practically feel it still inside me, taking up every inch of space my body could provide. And no matter how long I go without seeing him, I have no doubt that it'll always remain.

"But that's enough about me, I'm sorry." Mom's voice shifts and breaks me out of my fantasy. "So, how did your day of bonding go? You have fun?"

Spencer and I share a look, a smile spreading over his lips that makes me smile in turn.

"Yeah, Mom," I say. "It was great."

He nods in kind. "Yeah... We'll definitely have to do it again."

His foot grazing over my leg under the table cements the unwavering smile on my face, as does the way my whole body burns at the memory of him fucking me upstairs only hours before.

I don't even flinch or get sick to my stomach when Mom reaches over and gives Spencer a kiss.

———

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Analysis of VnC’s main characters clothes’ symbolic

Someone asked me some time ago to make an analysis of VnC’s clothes, and given such a vague task, I replied that I wouldn’t. Yet here I am, a few weeks, tons of documents checked one after another, and a few notes in my schoolbooks corners later, to give you the results of my analysis. Because there is indeed something to say about VnC’s outfits, and given that someone asked me to do it, I will be the one to talk about it with you all. Even if there are probably a good amount of people more capable than me who could have done it.

To start, I want to mention that I will deliberately ignore all historical aspects of the clothing to solely focus on their symbolic. The reason for that choice is due to the lack of historical accuracy in Mochizuki Jun’s work, so instead of trying to pull my hair searching for garments that could vaguely fit what is drawn in the manga, I will simply ignore it altogether. Also because I am not an historian, so I would probably make more mistake than raise points if I ever tried to show the differences. (I want to mention that I did try to search for historical accuracy... hence why I decided I wouldn’t anymore)

Secondly, this post will be about the main four characters (Vanitas, Noé, Dominique, and Jeanne) and their “main” outfit. Any variations, or alternate outfits won’t be analyzed here, but they can be mentioned if needed.

Finally, this post will contain spoilers for the manga up to whapter 53, if you are not up to date, I would advise you to leave this post aside and take it back once you are. If you are, or if you don’t mind being spoiled, then go ahead.

Now, buckle up, because it’s going to be a long ride.

Before we start, here are a few things to note about how those analysis will be structured, as well as some things to remember when reading them:

Introduction: Just a few lines to remind you of some of the character’s traits which could influence this analysis, as well as give you a taste of what I will explain.

Base color: Forget about color theory here, the signification of colors varies wildly from cultures to peoples. Here, in MochiJun’s works, they symbolize an affiliation to a group.

Black and White: Given this story is drawn in black and white, those hues are important to effectively represent a character in this format. In The Case Study of Vanitas, we add another layer to it by adding a symbolic using the Yin and the Yang, a Chinese concept which literally translates to the “dark” and the “light” and serves to demonstrates how two contraries cannot exist without the other (as well as to explain various things about daily life). I will make a clear distinction between “opposing” and “completing” when it comes to those.

Outfit’s Cut: The length of this part will vary from a character to another, it can either reflects their personalities, or references another thing entirely.

Some Details: Optional and depending on characters, it’s usually about small accessories.

Conclusion: A few words to end the character’s clothes analysis and summarizes everything I explained during it.

Now that you have the basis to start this post, let’s get right into it.

Vanitas

Vanitas is an interesting case since his outfit by itself, and amongst all other characters, puts into light his true character. For someone as mysterious and as secret as him, his look actually gives out a lot about who he truly is. Most of what Jun Mochizuki gave out is presented on a practical standpoint, but I assure you, there is plenty of symbolic behind it.

First, his color palette: blues and black. As expected, the blue is here to represent his affiliation to the Blue Moon Clan and his role as the heir of the Vampire of the Blue Moon’s name and powers. You can also note that he shares his base color with Luna and entire palette with Mikhail.

As for the black: Vanitas represents the Yin, which, funnily enough, is associated with concepts that… overall describes him very well (I will only write here the ones that are worth noting): moon, earth, winter, night, what retracts, the woman, the commoner, mourning, the student, silence, and receiving. I put in bold the obvious, and the rest is going to be explained through this analysis.

If you remember what I explained about what the Yin and Yang are, then you certainly understood why Noé’s color palette works so well with Vanitas: he is the direct completion of his hues (dark coat over white shirt, white coat over black shirt), which makes of Noé Vanitas’ Yang. But also with Jeanne, not as his completion but as his opposite this time (since she doesn’t have black in her outfit). Luna also served as a form of Yang to him by fitting the archetype of the teacher to his student, though they are most certainly more of the Yin type as well.

Now, onto the cut of his outfit, there are two main points about Vanitas’ outfit and one more minor one: the two main ones are about how it directs your eyes and how it protects him from the cold, and the minor one is about how weirdly feminine it is. Because yes, there is some kind of logic behind the outrageous shape of his coat, the gloves with integrated nails, the piercings and the many glorious bows, beyond being extra.

When you see Vanitas’ outfit, your eyes are immediately drawn to one part of his outfit or another: whether it is the kimono sleeves or the balloon shape of his coat, or his long dark gloves with what seems to be claws, or maybe the large bows on either his hips or his chest, or even the amazing jewelry to his ears… The fact is: you are not looking at him in the end, but at his accessories. That is of course on purpose, and since Vanitas is a contradictory being, he will of course make you look at him, so you don’t actually look at him. You will see his coat without seeing the weapons under it, you will see his gloves without noticing the Vampire of the Blue Moon’s mark, you will look at his jewelry without looking at his face… You think you are looking at him, you think you have him figured out, but you aren’t, you only have the façade he wants to show to you. Only by removing all those artifices should you be able to finally stare right back at him.

Since the coat will be our main subject of this analysis (there is a lot to say about this coat), don’t you think it seems rather warm? Vanitas often uses the sleeves to hide his hands in it after all, and it looks rather large and comfortable. We can’t also forget the fact that he always has spats over his legs. We already know, as there is an emphasis on it in the story, that Vanitas can’t stand the cold. He is constantly protecting himself from it by adding layers over layers but doesn’t actually seeks source of warmth in his environment. Remember what I said about Yin? The winter. Vanitas is by nature cold, and so, he naturally attracts and is attracted to people that represent the summer (Noé) and the spring (Jeanne), both aspects of the Yang. (It’s also worth noting that in all of the modern AUs MochiJun has made, Vanitas is always wearing warm clothes such as cardigans and scarfs).

And to finish with the coat, that minor point about Vanitas clothes: they are… weirdly feminine. I mean… We are talking about a coat which basically gives him a silhouette similar to the ideal feminine silhouette of the time and long kimono sleeves which were clearly only worn by women. Without forgetting his long hair, the belt with the bow on his hips (which is either a children garment’s accessory or a woman’s one), the pants which gives an impression of wider hips… I have my doubts about this one, hence why I added it as a “minor” detail… But It really does strike me. Though as I am lacking clear evidence of what it could mean, this remains as only a thing to remember in case it is ever brought up.

To finish this off, I’ll give a reminder about his hourglass earring. Symbol of time, imagery of inevitable end and/or death… It was only natural that someone with a name such as “Vanitas” would have this as an accessory. As for its importance, beyond what I said about its symbolic, it is hard to tell at this point in the story. So let’s simply remember this fact in case it ever needs to be brought up again.

In conclusion: Vanitas’ look is a reflection of himself. A contradictory being, wishing to be seen and yet not uncovered, fearing the cold but preferring to hide behind layers of fabric rather than going close to an actual source of warmth… Only when the artifices are taken away will he finally reveal who he truly is under all of those. Though just like the coat slipping off his shoulder, he already has revealed some of his light to those he gave his trust.

Noé Archiviste

Noé is a difficult case. You see, we learn under the cover of volume 3 that Noé doesn’t buy his clothes himself, instead, his teacher and Dominique do it for him... Because of that, it’s hard to tell who is the one in charge of his appearance: him, or the people who buys his clothes for him? In this analysis, I will mostly consider it as Noé choosing the way he dresses when it comes to the overall look. Though I want you to remember that the small details were most likely chosen by his Teacher and Dominique.

Noé’s color palette is made of purples and white. It demonstrates his affiliation to the Shapeless One as seen through Louis and Dominique’s color palettes which also leans towards some shades of purples for the most part. (And while we don’t have the Teacher’s exact color palette, it is still pretty clear that Louis, Dominique and Noé form their own group amongst vampires). It also serves to place Noé as a neutral figure between the Blue Moon Vampire and the Crimson Vampires, since if you remember, mixing red and blue gives purple.

For his white… As you know, Noé is Vanitas’ Yang’s counterpart. Again, it fits him on numerous points: sun, sky, summer, day, what expends, the man, the noble, marriage and birth, the teacher, the word, and giving. You probably noticed that I didn’t put in bold the words which serves as direct counterpart to Vanitas’. It’s simply because the use of the Yin and the Yang is mostly a loose basis for those character designs, while it can fit perfectly on some points, it can also not fit for others. Without forgetting that some of those symbolics can also be used by other characters.

When it comes to the cut of his outfit, Noé is the most historically accurate character in the entire story for now. Dressed elegantly, but also comfortably (to let him move as he pleases), in contrast to Vanitas, there is no mysteries in his look. Noé’s skin tone and hair color already make him stand out amongst other characters, and given his issues with being Archiviste, it is no wonder he dresses in order to fit in the crowd. While Vanitas direct the eyes towards him to hide himself, Noé makes sure the eyes don’t end up on him. We can also see this as him dressing like a blank canvas, something that has yet to be painted or written.

To end with a detail, I want to talk about Noé’s small mirror on his top hat. Similarly, to Vanitas’ hourglass, this mirror tells a lot about what his role and fate are in the story. We can also note that the Teacher also wears a similar mirror as a brooch but his is broken. As an Archiviste, Noé can see people’s memories by drinking their blood but also feel them as if those were his own. In a way, looking at Noé after he drank someone’s blood is like looking at the reflection of this person in Noé. He is the mirror of people’s feelings. There is most likely a second meaning behind this mirror, just like the hourglass, but at this point in the story, it is hard to tell. So let’s just remember it for future uses just in case.

In conclusion: Noé’s outfit serves to complete Vanitas’ one. By being the neutral and discreet one, he contrasts Vanitas to shine in his own way. There is not much to say about his look because Noé has yet to give out his own mysteries. But do not worry, even if we are merely looking at a reflection for now, soon enough, we shall find out what lies behind the mirror…

Dominique de Sade

If I talk about Noé, I have no other choices but to follow with Dominique. As mentioned above, Dominique is one the people who dresses Noé, so some parts of his outfit end up referencing her, whether it is on purpose or accidentally. She is also one of the most complex character when it comes to her outfit since it gives out many information whether it is about her role in the story or who she is as a person, even more than Vanitas.

Right off the bat, something is striking with Dominique: she has more than one base color. Her current color palette is made of purple, gold, and magenta, with a well-balanced mix of white and black. Why is that? Well, I could argue first that it seems to be a de Sade thing, since her older sister Veronica has a similar color palette (albeit she replaced the magenta with some dark reds), which makes me think it is used as a way to demonstrate how the de Sade are divided by their beliefs and morals yet united by blood and lineage. As such, Dominique wears the purple of her grandfather, the gold of her status as a noble (or it could the de Sade’s base color but for now I mostly think it’s to represent nobility) and finally… the magenta of the Crimson Vampires. (More about this color in Jeanne’s part) I could also suppose it could be used as a way to demonstrate Dominique’s mixed feelings towards herself, and how she feels dissociated with her own being.

Let’s further develop that feeling of dissociation by talking about the hues of her clothes. Dominique is one of the rare characters who mixes both the Yin and the Yang and isn’t catered to only one of the two. But this equal mix of both isn’t natural, since her base was indeed a Yin as you can see from her hair color and her dark clothes in the flashbacks. If you look at what the Yin symbolizes, you can easily link it back to who she is at her core: autumn, what retracts, the woman, the youngest sibling, mourning, and silence. While her association to the Yang is more about what she aspires to be, how she wants others to perceive her: what expends, the man, the noble, the elder sibling, marriage and birth, and the word. Then is her Yang merely a performance compared to her Yin? I don’t think so. I believe both of those parts are inherent parts of who she is, based on the balance of hues in her outfit, as well as what we have been able to witness in the latest chapters. This fusion of the two serves one purpose, one which aligns with what I have said up until now about her color palette: her duality.

After her brother’s death, Dominique acquired Yang traits in order to fill the void left by his absence. If, as twins, we consider that Louis was Dominique’s Yang, then it becomes clear that once he was gone, she ended up with part of herself left incomplete. But unlike Vanitas or Noé who ended up finding someone to complete their Yin and Yang respectively, Dominique overcame this by “acquiring his Yang”. To add to this: if you look at Dominique’s current clothes next to Louis’ clothes, then you’ll notice how they work to complete one another, just like how Vanitas’ and Noé’s garments do. The anime emphasizes this idea of “fusing” even more by giving to Dominique two hues of purple: a desaturated one which represents Louis, and a more saturated one which is supposed to represent herself (you can also notice it in the countdown arts MochiJun made for the anime).

Let’s switch to an entire new subject: the cut of her garments. Dominique’s entire look is a reference to a type of androgynous female characters, more precisely to the protagonist of Versailles no Bara: Oscar. Oscar is a young noble woman who was raised as a man by her father (but kept “the heart of a woman”) and became a royal guard at the Versailles’ court, during the events which would later lead to the French Revolution. MochiJun could have simply want to use this archetype for Dominique, but given the context of Versailles no Bara, I doubt it’s merely a coincidence that Dominique fits Oscar’s description so well. You can also note that Oscar wasn’t just any royal guard, but Marie-Antoinette’s personal bodyguard, the future queen. If you remember my mention of Dominique’s magenta and what it means… I think you won’t have any troubles putting two and two together.

Finally, if we have to talk about the cut of the outfit without talking about what it references, then we have a uniform which gives us an androgynous look. It’s both impersonal and extravagant, something to be expected of someone trying to fit in with the de Sade. I wouldn’t call Dominique’s appearance a façade however, as I do believe Louis’ death helped her to explore both her sexuality and gender through her attempts at imitating him.

In conclusion: Dominique’s outfit is a representation of her duality. She belongs to multiple groups without knowing where to lie her allegiance in yet, and fits both male and female traits through her imitations of her deceased brother, Louis. Dominique is by essence divided within herself and has yet to find out who she truly is or what she truly desires. I personally like to describe her as a “princess dressing as the prince she is waiting for”, since she tries to complete what she lacks by her own means and is still so indecisive. The question is then: Will she find the “prince” who will save her? Or will she leave the tower through her own strength?

Jeanne

We are finally to our last outfit analysis of this post: Jeanne. Who is, as you may already know, an entire reference to Joan of Arc. (Who I will call Jeanne d’Arc because I’m French) It’s kind of important for this analysis, so I’ll a make a quick summary of Jeanne d’Arc’s story in this introduction: during the 15th century, Jeanne d’Arc was a 13-year-old girl living with her family in a small village in France, one day, she heard voices from saints telling her to go the capital, to make the heir of the kingdom of France king, and free the country from the English invasion. She did exactly just that, winning a great battle in Orleans at 17, but was later captured by the English who burnt her alive at the age of 19, in Rouen. She changed the course of the Hundred Years’ War through her actions alone, was canonized in 1920 and became a Saint. Of course, our Jeanne in The Case Study of Vanitas is not the actual Jeanne d’Arc from that time, merely someone sharing her name. But given that she is known as a witch amongst the vampires, and her role as Luca’ chevalier (the heir of the throne), we can definitely see the similarities. But now that this reminder has been said, let’s go back to our clothes’ analysis!

Similarly, to Vanitas and Noé, Jeanne has a straightforward color palette made of magenta and white. As I mentioned in Dominique’s part of the analysis, the magenta is the symbol of the Crimson Vampires. The reason for this color to be the one affiliated to the crimson vampires instead of plain red is because magenta, like cyan and yellow, is one of the primary colors… and the VotBm’s blue is actually closer to a cyan than an actual blue. We are using the primary colors used when creating light here, and not the ones used in painting, hence why you must be slightly confused. Trust me, it makes sense. But in other words: if Vanitas represents the Blue Moon, Jeanne represents his opposite, the Crimson Moon.

As for her white, of course you can expect it to symbolize the Yang, but in Jeanne’s case, it seems slightly more complicated than that. If you look at her Bourreau outfit in her flashbacks, you can see it was entirely black. In that case, her white has nothing to do with Yang, but rather about how she is in a better place now, that she isn’t forced into darkness like she used to. Rather than give her some traits which could symbolize her, it rather shows her progress in life. Though I will still list some of the Yang traits that fits her: sun, spring, day, what expends, the sovereign, the eldest, marriage and birth, the word, and giving. (Some of the words I chose are based on speculations). We can also note that unlike our three other main characters, her outfit is entirely devoid of black, which serves for me to confirm to you that she is not Vanitas’ completion but his opposite.

Finally, for the cut of her outfit: MochiJun seemingly went for a mix between different coats and uniforms over the centuries for this one, the result is that the upper part of her outfit looks weirdly Russian with its closure on the side and the fur alongside the edges (I’ll suppose it was accidental). Though the lower part is clearly meant to serve as a reminder for who is her reference with the armor arts over her legs, as well as the round pattern around the edges of her socks with is reminiscent of edges found in some middle-age clothes.

It also, just like Vanitas’ clothes, looks pretty warm. As for the reasons for such a choice, I still don’t know them. Is it because she is supposed to bring warmth to Vanitas? But then why would she be needing it as well? Or maybe it simply means nothing. In any cases, we should know soon enough.

In conclusion: Jeanne outfit serves to represent her as Vanitas’ opposite. If Vanitas represents the Blue Moon, then Jeanne represents the Crimson Moon. If Vanitas represents the darkness, then she represents the light… But despite having such an opposition, they are not made to complete one another. Though it raises a question, if Jeanne is the Crimson Moon… then who is she really?

Final Thoughts :

This analysis is meant as a base for other analysis and/or theories, as such, most of my speculations were cut in order to allow you to form your own opinion on what I deduced. I could even go further and go on a full rent about the chromatic circle, primary colors (light) and what it could mean for the future of certain characters in VnC. Whether those details and peculiarities in their outfits were intentional or not, we can at least acknowledge how well they fit their character.

I hope you enjoyed your reading of this analysis as much as I suffered making it (4 draft of 7k words each), but the result paid off so well I can only feel pride. If you want to listen to my theories of VnC and colors, or what things I deduced from this analysis, don’t hesitate to go in my askbox, or my curiouscat to ask me anything. Though I warn you I doubt I could make such a complete analysis again before a long time.

Thank you for reading me, and I hope you have a nice day!

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summary: In a sea of black screens and faceless names, there’s one smiley boy that beams back at you through the dimly lit screen of your laptop, a tiny Jeon Jungkook (he/him) tacked to the corner of his window. genre: fluff, slice of life, smut (tags tba) warnings: jk is a ditzy lil nerdy sweetheart, college crushes, social distancing -_-, use of the zoom app, 1kook Builds a Healthy Relationship (Version 2.0) ratings: M (18+) wc: 3.2k

notes: well. here we are. as always i have to thank common sense (coincidentally named rumu @kigurumu ) for reading this over and pointing out little details <3 after much deliberation, i have decided to post our beloved zoom jk (see origin story here) in the form of short ‘drabbles’ depicting diff zoom calls with this being The Beginning™️ so please... bare with me </3 ty to all the nice ppl who have been excited for this, luv u very much 🥺

There are times in human history where words captivate their audience; times when single words or phrases wrap around the listener, melt into their bones and radiate warmth from within. But rarely does one word manage such an impact, rarely is it as revered and as cherished as the word cancelled is to most college students.

Class is cancelled, group meetings are cancelled, the stupidly big semester final project was cancelled. You could cancel nearly anything, and in most cases, it would be beautiful. Cancelled meant more time to sleep in the morning, an afternoon free of pesky project partners, a pleasant reprieve from having to socialize with anyone. It was a glorious word with heavenly connotations that brought tears of joy to your eyes whenever you saw it appear in an email preview.

Except this one.

Spring Semester 2021: On-Campus Classes CANCELLED — Social Distance Measures as per State Regula…

Your last semester as a student in university… online? You couldn’t believe it. All these years of studying rigorously, cramming for exams, attaining a near perfect GPA— just to sit in your bedroom and stare at your computer screen for the last 15 weeks of classes? Had your friends not been there to mope with you, you’re certain a part of you would have gone on a rampage and cursed every bacteria known to mankind for doing this to you.

It was your last year, you whined in private (never in public; your friends had always considered you the mature one, the studious friend who kept everyone in order), yet here you were, setting up your desk for your last ever first day of classes with quite possibly the biggest pout on your face.

Zoom, your school had raved in an email a few weeks into the break, the desktop application that will keep us united in these trying times! As if, you huffed, giving the stupid application permission to connect to your computer’s camera and audio systems. What even was proper Zoom etiquette? Did you have to enter the meeting and greet every student cheerfully? You had always said hi to your classmates before, but something about saying it over a computer mic felt awkward.

The feeling doubled when you finally entered the meeting, only to be met with a sea of black screens save for your professor, who seemed to be clicking around his computer in a rather confused fashion. This was going to suck, you thought bitterly.

You had entered the room ten minutes earlier because, well, you always showed up to class a few minutes earlier than the scheduled meeting time. But was there any point to doing that here? Usually, the time before class was spent making small talk with said classmates, discussing the readings or the assignments, talking mindlessly about whatever came to mind. But something in your gut said it would be weird to do that now.

So you sit in silence for the next ten minutes, nervously tapping your pen against your desk as you wait for the professor to launch into whatever introductory monologue he had planned. You toy with your phone, scrolling through your twitter feed only to see a brigade of tweets from students all over the nation suffering the same fate as you. It was a trending topic.

Two minutes before the class starts, you hear the tell-tale ping of someone entering the meeting. You wave it off just like you have your other 41 classmates thus far, but then there’s the clearing of a throat, and a sweet, “good morning” filtering through your speakers. Lifting your head from the hunched over position you had assumed while glancing at your phone, you’re startled by the sudden handsome face that appears before you.

In a sea of black screens and faceless names, there’s one smiley boy that beams back at you through the dimly lit screen of your laptop, a tiny Jeon Jungkook (he/him) tacked to the corner of his window.

He’s nothing short of a dreamboat, soft and doughy cheeks that catch the hue of the screen light, highlighting his cheekbones in a faint blue color. Imploring doe eyes blinking widely at the screen as he clicks around, narrating his confusion in a low mumble (mic still on, how cute). Dark hair— was it brown? black? the pixelated screen made it hard to tell —messily pushed away from his face.

And his voice, oh his voice. It matches his gentle appearance perfectly. A soft snort. “Am I the only one here?” he says, thin lips pulled to the side in a bashful grin.

The professor laughs with him. “No, but you are the only one with your camera on,” he responds.

You’re not sure if it’s the professor’s teasing jab at literally everyone else or the need to support the cutie who smiles softly at screen, but suddenly, a handful of windows come to life. Your classmates fill up the screen, dressed in an array of styles with bedrooms (and, on the rare occasion, dorm rooms) to match. You nibble at your bottom lip, finger hovering over the button that will expose your appearance to the rest of your classmates

Eventually, the wordless peer pressure, the need to be a good student, and the supportive face of Jeon Jungkook (he/him) have you inhaling sharply before dutifully clicking the camera on. Your face appears on screen, nearly lost in the now overwhelming sea of faces. You’re one of the last ones to turn your camera on, both pages of your zoom meeting participant windows filled with the contrasting images of your classmates joining from their bedrooms. The professor claps in delight, and finally dives into the mandatory first day of classes spiel.

Syllabuses, group work, asynchronous lectures. You’ve heard these words all before, have practically memorized this class’s syllabus like the back of your hand. The pros of being an overachiever. The cons are, however, that you think every question your classmates ask is stupid. Read the syllabus, you want to scream. But it’s the first day of class. You don’t even know who your assigned study group partners (as mentioned in the syllabus) are and you certainly don’t want them to dislike you so soon. They can do that after the third meeting, but not today.

You’re not entirely surprised when your attention drifts away from the professor and the endless sea of stupid questions he’s left to answer. Even when you realize you’ve stopped paying attention, you don’t bother forcing yourself to tune back in. No, instead your focus drifts across the windows of faces.

Some of your classmates are as bored as you, glaring at the screen with disinterest, or glancing off to the side probably at their phones. So you start looking at their rooms, analyzing their decorations and posters as if you’re a professional critic on some house design show.

Jeon Jungkook (he/him) is in a rather plain dorm room. Plain light gray walls— or maybe it’s white —free of decoration. He’s sitting at the provided desk, just like you. The only reason you focus on that is because there’s a multitude of your classmates lazily sprawled across their beds, slumped over a couch. Hardly anyone is sitting at attention like you. Well, except for Jeon Jungkook (he/him). He’s practically exposing the entirety of his living accommodation with the way his camera is set up.

Above eye level, reaching just below his chest, with the room all laid out before you. A neat twin bed, sheets meticulously made. It almost looks like the decorative set at a furniture store with the way the comforter and variety of pillows are placed. He doesn’t seem to be in the crappy dorms you remember, which leaves you wondering where exactly he’s been assigned. You know certain sports clubs get fancier dormitories. Anyway, there’s a door off the side of the bed, a black guitar standing in the corner just behind it. You wonder what’s behind the camera, if maybe his desk is as organized as the rest of his room. Maybe his closet is his weakness, you muse, imagining poor Jeon Jungkook (he/him) with a tornado of a closet. But the thought doesn’t make that much sense, so you discard it quickly.

Anyway, his dorm room. It’s neat and orderly, makes you tilt your head curiously as he swivels from side to side before you. As for himself, he’s dressed in a plain white sweater, hoodie strings perfectly even. His hair has long since fallen over his forehead, but he’s pushed it over this time in a fluffy side part. He was adorably soft.

He’s paying attention to the professor like he genuinely treasures every word that comes off his tongue, nodding along understandingly. He’s even got a pencil in hand, leaning forward every few seconds to scribble something down hurriedly. Not like this is all on the syllabus or anything, you think.

But as soon as the thought crosses your mind, it’s dispelled just as fast. He’s only trying to be a good student, you scold yourself, feeling oddly mean for wanting to make fun of this sweet boy. Especially when he raises his hand a second later and asks the first good question of the day. Something about the grading scale for group projects and how much is determined by the group members themselves. You’re not too sure, the words get a little fuzzy when he starts speaking and his pink lips pull down into an endearing pout.

A couple minutes later and your professor finally wraps up the questions, telling everyone to email him if any other questions arise throughout the semester. Just as you’re sighing in relief, he utters those dreaded words: “Ice-breakers!” he exclaims, and the whole class grimaces, much to his amusement. He says something about feeling the excitement through the screen, but then changes gears. “Since it’s a little hard to talk to your neighbor, I’m going to test out the Breakout Rooms and see how that works, okay guys?”

You frown. Breakout Rooms? What on earth was that? Like most of your classmates, this is pretty much your first rodeo with the Zoom application. He was sending you all into small groups, where? The answer presents itself a few seconds later, a message box appearing on your screen.

The host is inviting you to join a Breakout Room: Group 4

Your professor is still chattering in the background when you nervously accept the invitation, his voice suddenly cut off as your computer jumps to a new loading screen. It takes a while before you’re suddenly dumped into a new room. And then you’re staring at your own face, blown up on your own screen in a rather uncomfortable way. Jeez, did you really look like this?

As soon as you get to picking at your appearance, your mirrored reflection jumps to the side, once, then twice more to fit the three new guests in your room. Silence fills your bedroom as you and your classmates all stare at each other nervously for a couple seconds, unsure of what to say. This was, after all, your first meeting.

Just as you’ve gathered all your courage to click your microphone on, the screen jumps around once more and suddenly Jeon Jungkook (he/him) is in your Breakout Room. Immediately, his surprised face melts into the most reassuring grin you’ve ever seen, and he’s practically jumping forward to turn his mic on.

“Good morning, everyone,” he says, smooth and low. It’s like the awkward tension melts away under the pressure of his pretty smile, your classmates responding back with polite hellos and good mornings to him. You barely get yours in before Jeon Jungkook (he/him) starts talking again. “So… how are you guys?”

His words, sweet and caring as they are, send the five of you into a rather mindless conversation. Talking about nothing really, just whatever comes to mind about the class, about the semester, about the remote learning. Then Jungkook— “just Jungkook is fine!” he tells the other four of you with that same too pure look on his face after someone refers to him by his whole name —starts talking about some movie he had seen on Netflix the other day, something his friend recommended to him. Truthfully, you have zero interest in the type of plot he is describing, and you can tell some of the other people in your group don’t either. But he’s absorbed in his storytelling, features lit up as he details every last plot point of the film like his life depends on it. There’s a wordless agreement to let him ramble on.

By the time Jungkook has finished his novella recapture of whatever movie he was talking about, a green message bubble appears at the top of your screen. It’s a message from your professor, who is telling you the small group meeting will end in a few more minutes.

“Aw, that sucks,” Jungkook laughs, rubbing at the back of his neck sheepishly. And then, “oh! We haven’t answered our icebreaker question yet!”

Ah, yes. The reason for this small group was to get to know each other, not for Jungkook to recount an entire two hour movie for you all. “Oh, right,” you agree, probably the first words you’ve said in the past five minutes. You navigate to the chat box, where your professor had hastily dumped the question before sending you all off. “What’s one thing you miss most about being on campus?” you read aloud, glancing back at the screen.

Your group mates are all in various states of blissful comfort, the gaps of their nervousness smoothed over by Jungkook’s bubbly personality, and the hesitation they’d shown at the beginning is practically gone. Someone steps forward and says something about the campus dining hall. Jungkook laughs, loud and airy, claps his hands all cute too. Someone else says the library because it was a good place to study. There’s a lull and you jump in quickly. “I think I’ll miss the couches by the gym in the student center the most,” you confess, though you doubt anyone knows which ones you mean. They were a set of brightly colored couches tucked into a cranny behind the Starbucks just outside the campus gym, avidly avoided by the gym rats who were determined to ignore the sugary drinks and snacks.

Apparently, the hiding spot isn’t as secretive as you thought. “Oh, the ones by the Starbucks?” Jungkook exclaims, excitedly looking at his screen. You have this fluttery feeling that he’s looking at you for the first time. You nod, and he quite positively beams. “I love those!”

“Yeah, I spend a lot of time there,” you say, though it’s a little stilted because you’re not exactly sure how you’re supposed to react to Jungkook’s enthusiasm. Though his outgoing personality cloaks you in comfort, his pretty smile has your heartbeat acting a little funny.

Jungkook’s got these huge eyes, blinking owlishly at you. “Really? So do I!” And then you both seem to have the same realization. His head tilts to the side cutely, an amused smile on his face, “I’ve never seen you there.”

“I’ve never seen you there,” you shoot back, a little snarkier than necessary, but Jungkook doesn’t seem to notice. His smile turns goofy.

“Woah,” he says in a rather dreamy tone, “isn’t that so cool? We spent so much time in the same place, but never crossed paths before,” he babbles. He’s stopped looking at his computer, leaning back in a sort of dazed manner with this sparkly look to his eyes, much to everyone’s amusement. Except yours, because frankly, it sounds a little bit like he’s describing— “fate!” he says suddenly, like it’s truly an aha! moment. He pauses, taps his finger against his chin. “Or anti-fate? I’m not sure. But it’s like— we could’ve met so many times before and we didn’t.” Doe eyes return to the screen, flickering around until they presumably land on you again. “What do you think, __?”

And he’s just so cute, makes the rigid shield around your chest soften for the slightest moment as you nod meekly. “Uhh, yeah. Fate,” you agree, and then get to hear him laugh and giggle for about three seconds before you’re suddenly thrown back into the larger Zoom meeting.

Weirdly flustered, you hurriedly click your microphone back off, and nearly contemplate the camera too. But then the professor is asking you all to share what you talked about and you’re resigning yourself to a few more minutes of screen time while the class wraps up. By the looks of it, not everyone had as an enjoyable time as you did. Part of you is thankful you didn’t get stuck in an awkward small group. The other part recognizes wholeheartedly that it’s all thanks to one smiley boy at the bottom of your screen.

“And group 4?” the professor asks, and you blink yourself back into attention. Before you can unmute yourself and answer for your group, Jungkook is beating you to it.

“We talked about a lot of things,” Jungkook answers cheerfully. From your view, you get a front row seat to the sheer power of Jungkook’s magnetic personality, watching as all your listless classmates suddenly snap back from their daydreams to zero in on whatever Jungkook is saying. He fills in the professor about what you talked about, from the movies to the couches, and you feel weirdly mushy when his eyes flicker across the screen before settling with a soft smile.

He can’t possibly be looking at me, you tell yourself. Your hand jerks forward to turn the camera off, but in your haste, end up knocking down the water bottle on your desk. You scramble to straighten it, thanking the universe for the fact you actually remembered to screw on the cap. You glance back at the screen, and nearly die when you catch sight of a giggly Jungkook, smile hidden behind an adorable sweater paw as he laughs at something on screen. Oh no, was he looking at me? you panic.

“Alright, everyone,” your professor says in that “I’m about to wrap this class up” voice. Too close to the screen, voice a little too loud. “Good meeting today, I’ll see you all again on Wednesday. Stay safe.”

“Bye!” Jungkook sings sweetly, and everyone else follows as they all bid adieu to the professor. Still a little frazzled from the possibility that Jungkook may have watched you flail around like a total loser, you take a second longer to turn your mic on. Your classmates quickly leave the meeting, leaving only a few stragglers until the very end.

Surprisingly, Jungkook is here too, brown eyes focused on the screen. You unmute yourself. “Um,” you stammer, eyes unwillingly flickering over to Jungkook who smiles at the sound of your voice. “Goodbye. Thank you,” you rush out, and then quickly leave the meeting as well.

With the meeting over, you’re left staring at the home page of the Zoom app, heart beating a little too fast to be normal. Your face feels warm, and your fingers tremble from some unfamiliar, giddy feeling in your chest. You exhale slowly, hand coming up to rub at your chin as if that will somehow explain the weird excitement from your Zoom meeting. Maybe it was just adrenaline, or nervousness, you try to convince yourself. After all, the first day of classes is always nerve-wracking.

Except when you navigate to your class page and begin to mindlessly scroll through the class roster, there’s a weird stutter to your heartbeat when you catch sight of that Jeon Jungkook (he/him) that appears halfway down the list.

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sadomas0chist · 3 years

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perfect strangers

MINORS DNI // 18+

part one; part two; part three

genre: nsfw

pairings: jean kirschtein x female reader

word count: 2.6k

tags/warnings: penetrative sex, dom jean, fingering, praising kink, slight body worship, dirty talk, sneaky.

synopsis: your recent discovery makes you certain that you won't be able to control yourself around him and neither will he, hence you decide that it was time to make an agreement that was rather spicy.

a.n: hey babies! so i finally decided to turn this into a short series since some of you were intrigued with the idea of having a continuation for the previous part i wrote. i hope you like it, enjoy <3

“How was I supposed to know?!” I yelled as soon as Jean exited our apartment. I had put on a random t-shirt to follow Connie to his room, trying to convince him that I had no idea that I fucked his best friend.

“Y/n he literally told you his name is Jean and he was attending my party. You’re acting as you’ve never seen him before!” he scolded taking off his shirt and throwing it across his room.

“Oh for fuck’s sake Connie. The last time I saw Jean I was 16 and he didn’t look like that. He’s so fucking different now how was I supposed to know. And to be fair, he was studying abroad for I don’t know how many years, how was I supposed to know that he metamorphosed like that.” I motioned my arm out, my other hand resting on my hip.

He groaned, rubbing his temples before he looked back at me. “Look,” he spoke softly. “I don’t want to fight with you over this okay? You’re right, I should’ve told you that he was coming back. He graduated a year ago and was considering coming back to his hometown, here. Let’s just forget it all happened okay? It’s a simple misunderstanding.” I nodded, resting my head on his chest as he embraced me into a tight hug.

“Now go take a shower you reek of sex.” he snickered earning a punch on his arm. He winced rubbing his flesh, a proud smile setting on my face.

***

The week went by smoothly. I told Sasha and Hitch what happened and they both had different reactions. Hitch was gushing over the sex and Sasha on the other hand confessed that she forgot to mention that Jean was coming back to stay here. It’s okay though. We all passed it and I was working my ass off to finally graduate.

Connie was spending his days with Jean, which granted me a lot of peace and tranquility. At least, that’s what I thought.

I hadn’t spoken to Jean ever since we hooked up, figured that Connie already explained the whole situation and moved on.

Three knocks on my door broke my focus, a loud frustrated sigh leaving my lips. “What Connie!”

“Actually,” a voice on the other side of the door caught me off guard. “It’s Kirschtein. Can I come in?” A knot formed in my throat.

“Sure.” he turned the knob, slowly coming in. “Connie knows I’m here by the way.” I nodded, adjusting my seat.

“What’s up?” the tension was awkward. The tension shouldn’t even be present in the first place. But how could I not get aroused when he was wearing a black tank top showing off the tattoos on his sleeves with a pair of sweats. He looked effortlessly attractive.

“- and like I said it will never happen again. Y/n?”

“Huh? Oh yeah, yeah. Never happen again. I’m very sorry but I need to finish this assignment.” He chuckled and nodded leaving me alone with my thoughts. Did I just make him talk to himself because I was too busy checking him out?

I shook my head, assuming that whatever he said wasn’t worth my time. Time went by rather quickly and the assignment was done earlier than I expected. It was already ten pm, and I had promised the girls I was going to meet up with them for some drinks.

I picked my outfit and applied some makeup. Simple and effective. We were going to spend the night at Sasha’s so I didn’t make much effort to look hot.

The place was empty when I left and I assumed that Connie was helping Jean to rent an apartment for himself.

Sasha’s place wasn’t very far from mine. As a matter of fact, it only took me ten minutes to get there. Once I got there, the girls were already ordering pizza and picking out some movies to watch.

“Hey whores.” I greeted them, earning cheers from Hitch and Sasha. “Oh my god, Mikasa I missed you!” I rushed to the dark-haired girl who was sitting on the couch and engulfed her into a tight hug. I haven’t seen Mikasa since I moved with Connie. We used to live together, but after she and Eren got together, he wouldn’t leave her alone. So I figured it would be best if I left and lived with my brother.

“I missed you too! I looked for you everywhere at that party where were you?” she asked taking a sip of her soda. Hitch began coughing dramatically as Sasha giggled next to her. “Oh quit it.” I teased rolling my eyes.

I ended up telling her everything, her face displaying a plethora of expressions. “I mean, Jean did change I can’t argue with that. But didn’t he recognize you?”

I shrugged. “I changed too. Puberty hit me like a truck.”

“Cheers to that.” Hitch raised her cup. We laughed and talked for hours. I missed going out with them like that. Fortunately, college will be over soon and I’ll have some time for myself.

Movies were playing in the background but we paid them no mind. We ate our food and cleaned the living room, not wanting to bother Sasha with the cleaning since she was having Niccolo over tomorrow.

I glanced at the clock that was hanging above the door. I gathered my stuff and tucked them in my bag, drawing all of their eyes on me.

“Already? Come on stay longer!” Sasha whined. I smiled softly at her and shook my head.

“I can’t, I’ll see you guys soon.” I waved at them and walked out of the door.

***

“Connie! I’m ho- what are you still doing here?” I froze at the entrance, my keys still hanging from my index finger, my eyes fixated on him as he only stood in basketball shorts.

“What do you mean what am I still doing here. I moved in here remember?”

Silence. Nothing but intense and awkward silence. Moved in? Since when?

“I told you when I came into your room. Weren’t you listening to me?” I stared at him blankly, not able to explain how caught in thought I was when he came into my room. I was too busy checking him out to care about what he was trying to tell me.

“Why didn’t Connie tell me?” I closed the door and locked it slowly, my legs feeling weak, the idea of living with him and seeing him walking around like that making me weak. And extremely horny.

“He said he’d rather if I told you. You know, break the ice.” he shrugged and walked forward, his chest now a few inches apart from mine. “You changed a lot from what I remember.” he lowly said tucking my hair behind my ear.

“So did you,” I replied, staring at his lips. He licked his bottom lip and held my chin between his fingers, forcing me to maintain eye contact.

I was a sweating mess. I still couldn’t believe that this was Jean, the horse face. What kind of water did he drink, and how did he get so big? Look at those muscles-

A sudden feeling on my lips interrupted my chain of thoughts. I soon realized that he held my bottom lip between his brown ones. “Kiss me back y/n, I know you want to,” he whispered, his breath brushing up my face.

It didn’t take me long to pull him to me, crashing my lips on his. He was intoxicating in ways I couldn’t understand nor explain. I needed him close to me at the moment and I didn’t care why.

“Yo, Jean where did you my video game?!” Connie’s voice boomed from the hallway, forcing us apart. Realization slapped my face when I looked at him and saw his cocky smirk. I just kissed him, even though I promised myself I’d never do anything with him ever again.

“I’ll get it!” he yelled back, the same expression resting on his face, his back facing the hallway. “I’d apologize, but you pulled me back. Anyway, I’ll see around beautiful.” he winked and began walking towards Connie’s room, his back muscles flexing at his movements.

What am I doing with myself?

***

The atmosphere felt nice. I couldn’t sleep so instead I lied down on my bed and watched the stars from my window. I couldn’t stop thinking about what happened hours ago and how I had to sit with them and pretend as nothing happened.

Jean was certainly not the little boy he was years ago. He got more confident and a lot more handsome. He was fucking with me and I thought, why shouldn’t I fuck with him too?

After all, I know for sure he didn’t tell Connie anything. He’s too protective of me and if he knew, well let’s just say Jean would be moving out by tomorrow. He trusts him blindly and I honestly just think he doesn’t want me to hook up with him again because he’s just like him.

He likes to mess around. Not the type to stay in the morning after. But neither was I. I sighed and dragged my legs out of bed, my body following.

“Shit now I gotta pee,” I whined stomping slightly on the wooden floor. I ruffled my hair with my hand and slipped on my slippers. I was wearing Connie’s t-shirt, so it was long enough to hide my thighs.

I walked to the bathroom when suddenly a hand grabbed my arm and yanked me into the guest bedroom. My mouth was quick to be silenced by another hand as I was about to squeal.

My back collided with the wall, my hands pinned on each side of my head.

“Jean let me go.” I struggled to get out of his grasp but he kept grinning at me. “Sure.” He let go of his grasp.

I looked around to notice a towel on his bed. “I was going to take a shower but then I heard your footsteps, couldn’t let you get there before I did.” He walked away, throwing his towel over his shoulder.

“Is that all?” I cocked my eyebrow, crossing my arms. He looked me up and down before saying: “You tell me. Need anything else?”

I looked at him briefly, calculating my next move. “An agreement. Connie can’t know.”

“Fuck yeah.” he dropped his towel and stepped closer to me, holding my face with his hands as he crashed his lips on mine. I kissed him back instantly, my fingers finding their way through his hair.

His tongue slipped in, caressing mine. His hands went down my body to squeeze my ass, pulling me even closer to him. My hands traveled across his bare chest, going over his pecs and then gliding one hand down his abs, while the other sat on his shoulder.

We pulled apart, his arms going under my thighs to pull me up and sit me onto the mattress. He walked to the door, locking it before he looked back at me.

Jean crawled over my body, caging me between his arms. “Divine.” he smiled and sat up, his hands tugging at my top. I helped him take it off and threw it on his chair. I was nude underneath him. It wasn’t the first time, yet he still looked mesmerized.

He licked his lips, his fingers tracing my cunt before dipping into my entrance. I arched my back at the sudden intrusion, trying my best to remain quiet.

“I missed your little cunt.” he chuckled massaging my insides slowly. I gasped, my hand immediately covering my mouth.

He rubbed my bud with his thumb, his pace never changing. It was torturing and slow, but I knew we couldn’t make a lot of noise nor make lots of movements that could awake Connie. We had to go nice and easy.

My legs squirmed, the combination of playing my nipples and watching him touch like he does driving me to the edge. My eyes rolled to the back as he added a third finger, my walls clenching tightly around them as I felt myself orgasm around them. “Good girl.” he praised with a chuckle, removing his fingers from my opening.

“Suck your juices off come on.” he tapped my hand, motioning me to remove it and take his fingers in. I stuck my tongue out, his ling digits finding their way down my throat making me slightly gag. “I didn’t know you were such an obedient girl.” he cooed, as I sucked off my arousal.

Jean sat back up, removing his shorts along with his briefs, his erection slapping on my lower stomach. “As much as I’d love you to suck me,” he paused pumping his cock. “I have to say that I miss being inside you.” And with that, he slid all the way in, his mouth silencing my moans.

He stayed still for a while, his eyes staring into mine intensely, almost as if he was trying to tell me something. I nodded my head, his hips moving at my signal. His thrusts were slow and deep, going over every spot. I wrapped my arms around him, my forehead resting against his, as he breathed heavily.

“I want to fuck you dumb, but he’ll hear your moans.” he taunted rolling his hips, his tip almost hitting my cervix. “So good.” I whimpered, wrapping my legs around him, my heels digging into his lower back.

“Jean…” I was close and my legs were a shaking mess. “That’s right baby, say my name.” he breathed in my ear, slightly speeding up his thrusts. I bit onto his shoulder, my orgasm ripping through my body.

I tightened around him, his strokes getting sloppier. It came to my attention that he wasn’t wearing protection, and I wasn’t about to get adventurous like last time. “Jean… pull out…”

“Beg.” was his only reply to which I complied. “Please, anywhere, just not-“ He harshly pulled out, and instead of jerking himself on my stomach, he reached up to straddle my chest and stroked himself. “Open.”

I stuck my tongue out, his hand now replaced with mine as I jerked him off, ropes of cum shooting down my throat. “Such a good girl.” he chuckled, rubbing his hand over his face.

He got off me and pulled his hair back using both hands, his naked body walking around the bed to grab some tissues. He cleaned off my arousal and handed me some to clean the corners of my lips.

“If only you could see how messed up you look,” he smirked and threw me my t-shirt before grabbing his towel and sliding on his shorts.

I put on my top and got off his bed. I caught a glimpse of myself in the mirror and internally yelled at myself. I looked like a mess. My hair was tangled and my skin was all sweaty. Guess I have to take a shower too.

I looked over at Jean to see him staring at me with an amused look on his face. “What?” I cocked my eyebrow. He shrugged and smiled at me. “Connie and I are going out to get some lunch tomorrow. What’d you say?” he requested.

“I mean yeah sure. But Jean he can-“

“Can’t know alright.” he rolled his eyes. We stared at each other for a minute before I decided to leave his room.

As I made my way past him, his hand flew to cup my swollen cunt. “This belongs to me.”

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mysterioushogwartsrequests · 4 years

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Hello! Can I request an imagine with Draco and a Slytherin! Reader where they both are totally in love with each other and maybe one day in class Draco is being particularly needy/frustrated one day and she’s his partner and sees he’s super hard and she teases him but when class is over he asks the reader to give him a blowjob because he loves her mouth and he’s just so whiny and he later spoils the hell out of his girl at Hogsmeade!

This is literally SOOOO LONG!! I don’t know why I wrote so much, but I just really wanted to include all that stuff, lol. My excuse for the length is that I hit a 1,000 followers about two days ago so this is the celebratory piece!

This goes without saying, but this piece contains a lot of sexual content so please do not read if you are underage or uncomfortable with said topics. I also wrote this in a different perspective because I wanted to try it out so I hope you enjoy!

Warning: SMUT, Oral (Male Receiving)

Title: Princess

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It was a warm summer’s day, close to the start of the new term. These past few weeks at Malfoy Manor had been tense and Draco often found himself rather stressed . A large part of him felt guilty for leaving his mother at home in the presence of Lord Voldemort, but another part of him felt grateful to be out of his sight. Finally, he could escape the Dark Lord’s watchful eyes, but he could not escape the plan set for him to complete.

Draco’s eyebrows knitted together as he squinted towards the merchandise wall inside Twilfitt and Tattings. Even when he was not around, Draco could still sense the Dark Lord’s influence and the constant reminder of the outcome if he were to fail. However, as he thought of better ways to mend the vanishing cabinet, something caught his attention.

“Draco darling,” You called to him, stepping out of the changing room with a small smile on your face. Draco’s eyes widened in an instant, a lump forming in his throat as he examined the champagne dress clinging to your body. It was a delicate number with thin, spaghetti strap sleeves attached to the cowl-neck gown, the silk fabric shimmering softly as you stepped onto the podium.

With a content hum, Draco pushed himself off the wall, his grey eyes locked with yours in the shop mirror as he walked towards you. He rested his hand against your waist, his fingers tenderly sliding down to feel the smooth silk against them, “You look ravishing,” he whispered against your ear, pressing a kiss against the shell of it before stepping back to get a better view of you.

You smiled satisfyingly, taking a moment to admire the all-black ensemble he wore and how it slimmed him down in all the right places. He stood in a black turtleneck and a fitted suit jacket, his left hand in the pocket of his slacks while the thumb of the other swiped over his bottom lip. A string of questions crossed through Draco’s mind, “When would you wear this?” he thought, tapping his finger against his chin.

Surely, there was no surprise ball this year, he would’ve heard by now. “Would you wear it on a date?” he questioned, imagining a scenario where the two of you ate dinner at a fancy restaurant, illuminated by just candlelight. “Even better,” Draco trailed off, his eyes lingering over your arse as you admired yourself in the mirror, looking over your shoulder to see the diamond detail that connected the open back, “What would such an expensive piece of clothing look like on his dormitory floor?”

Draco recalled the conversation he shared with his mother a week prior, where she had counseled him after a particularly difficult day. Narcissa Malfoy had an interesting way of comforting her son. Of course, she sat and listened to him, holding him as he cried, a mixture of guilt and failure coursing through her veins as she fought against the Dark Lord’s plans for her beloved son. The next day, however, she entered Draco’s room with a smile and presented a brand-new wardrobe for him as a start of term gift.

Pulling himself away from his thoughts, Draco gave a gentle smile and looked up at you, instantly meeting your hopeful eyes.

“Oh, those eyes”

“I’m not sure if I should get it,” You admitted, your bottom lip jutting out in a pout as you hopped off the podium and halted in front of the platinum-haired boy. Closing his eyes, Draco took a deep breath, captivated by the intoxicating smell of vanilla radiating off your body. An exquisite aroma, packaged in a —hand-blown— glass perfume bottle with delicate golden leaves painted onto it, finished off with your initials carved at the bottom of it.

Another one of Draco’s thoughtful gifts.

“And why is that?” asked Draco, his hand resting against the side of your neck, his thumb rubbing small circles against your jaw. The dress was cut just right, the tight, draped bodice granted him a wonderful view of your breasts, but he looked away to halt the tightening of his pants.

“I’ve got no occasion for a dress like this,” declared a slightly defeated (Y/N), taking another glance in the mirror, “Well, we’ve still got the goodbye dinner with your parents” You recalled, running your hands down your hips, unintentionally catching Draco’s attention as he remembered the family dinner he had forgotten about.

“That settles it then,” announced Draco in a chipper tone, “I’ll buy the dress,” he grinned, stepping towards his girlfriend, but halting by the display of diamond accessories. With a glance over the merchandise, he pointed at a necklace set with a pair of earrings, receiving praises from the shopkeeper. Taking the necklace from the older wizard, Draco walked over to (Y/N), “turn around,” he uttered and you happily obliged, watching him as he placed the delicate piece around your neck.

“Draco-” you began to protest, but he only pressed a kiss against your cheek, clasping the necklace and letting his fingers linger at the back of your neck. The necklace was a breathtaking, diamond necklace with seven glittering emeralds spread evenly across the center.

“The bracelet and earrings will do nicely as well,” Draco said, nodding his head in approval and signaling for the shopkeeper to begin ringing them up. You opened your mouth to protest again, but Draco placed his finger against your lips, “I believe you recall what I’ve told you, hm?” he teased, raising a questioning eyebrow as (Y/N) nodded, fighting back a smile, “Then, let Daddy spoil you, Princess.”

There was no denying the power Draco’s tone held over you. His words shot straight between your legs, the feeling of his lips pressed against the side of your neck making you fall against him, finally becoming aware of his erection now pressed against your thigh.

“Let's finish up so we can go back to the Manor,” you proposed, shifting your thigh ever so slightly to provide him with some much-needed friction. Draco bit his lip and gave a stiff nod, stepping away from you before you could tease him further.

“Go change,” he ordered, the cocky smirk returning to his lips, “You’ve got five minutes.” Running back towards the dressing room, you peeled off the dress and stepped into your usual clothes, practically sprinting out of it once finished. After a hasty checkout, the two of you exited the shop hand-in-hand, the bag containing your gifts swinging in Draco’s other hand.

ϟ ϟ ϟ

This school year proved to be the most difficult one yet. N.E.W.T.s we’re now less than a year away and it was never too soon to begin revising. You, however, found it quite difficult to focus on school these last few days. Despite his constant reassurances that he was all right, (Y/N) found some of Draco’s recent behavior quite odd. This strange feeling first arose the week you stayed at Malfoy Manor, where the four of them sat cautiously at a table with Draco’s aunt, Bellatrix Lestrange. You had always had a good relationship with Draco’s relatives, but it was clear to you something was occurring under wraps, something Draco did not want you to know about. Noting his hesitation whenever you brought up the subject, you decided against prying any more information out of him and returned to your studies. Your dedication to academic achievement, much to your surprise, did not go unnoticed by the new Potions Master at Hogwarts, who had heard all about you and Miss Hermione Granger, the two top students of the sixth year.

Horace Slughorn was a portly, older man, but very gifted with potions and an excellent Professor. Upon arrival, he sought out some of the school’s most promising students and invited them to his office for an elegant dinner. One morning, during breakfast, your owl dropped the intricately decorated envelope right in front of your plate. You had no chance to conceal the envelope from your curious boyfriend, the same one that had tried, without succeeding, to get invited to said dinner.

However, to your surprise, Draco was not upset. Instead, he pressed a gentle kiss against your temple and muttered the words, “You deserve it, baby girl.” The pet name sends chills down your spine, a smile playing at your lip as his hand rests upon your knee, the cold metal of his rings easing any sort of tension in your body. His left hand rested against your jawline, his slender fingers twiddling with the pearl earring, admiring the small ruby motif encrusted right above the hanging pearl.

(Y/N) leaned her cheek against his palm, setting the invitation down on the dining hall table, “Are you sure, Darling?” you questioned, taking the time to rest your hand over his, “I might not be able to fit it into my schedule...” you admitted, thoughts of Draco’s mysterious disappearances crossing your mind. Bringing your hand up to his mouth, Draco pressed a soft kiss against the back of it before leaning to press one against your lips.

“I think,” he started, a sparkle of mischief in his eyes, “You should go show them what the brightest, most caring, and, without a doubt, sexiest girl in Slytherin House has to offer” Draco praised, giving your thigh a small squeeze before dipping to steal another kiss from you, “How does that sound?” He asked sweetly, showering you with yet another kiss, this one against your forehead.

It was no secret that Draco Malfoy and (Y/N) (L/N) were truly and undeniably in love. Often, the corridors were filled with the incessant whispers of jealous girls who longed for Draco’s attention, but he paid no attention to them. The Slytherin Prince only had eyes for you, the only constant ray of sunshine in his life. Whenever he looked at you, he reminded himself of his vow to keep you completely satisfied, and the only reward he wanted was seeing that gorgeous smile on your face. You were everything to him. You were the only one who knew about his previous family troubles, the one who would hold him when he cried during the late hours of the evening. The one who would fix his tie the second it seemed out of place, the one who would rub his shoulders whenever you noticed him bent over his assignments.

He would do everything and anything to ensure you felt like the luckiest girl in the world because he knew you, out of all people, deserved it the most.

”You make an excellent point, Mr. Malfoy,” You grinned, nodding your head in agreement, and flinging your arms around his shoulders. A soft smile crept up Draco’s lips as his arms wrapped around your waist, holding you tightly against his chest and placing a kiss at the top of your head.

“Don’t I always?” teased Draco, running his fingers through your hair as the other students exited the Great Hall and made their way towards the classes. Rolling your eyes at his response, you placed your hand against his cheek, stealing a kiss from him this time and rising from your seat.

“We should go,” you announced, stretching your hand out for him to grab, which he happily obliged, rising from the bench and escorting you to your classroom.

ϟ ϟ ϟ

A week had passed since Slughorn’s dinner party, the memory of the evening still fresh in Draco’s mind as he tapped his fingers against the wooden desk. Needless to say, he was not particularly pleased with the events of last Saturday. One of Slughorn’s guests had taken quite the liking to you, practically undressing you with his eyes during breakfast hours, something Draco found incredibly disrespectful. He recalled the way Cormac McLaggen eyed you this morning when you bent over to kiss your boyfriend goodbye, skipping out of the Great Hall without a care in the world.

Draco clenched his fists, his knuckles turning white as his eyebrows knitted together, sparks of frustration igniting within him. Not only was McLaggen ogling you like you were his last meal, but he was also casually brushing up beside you in the corridors, shooting Draco arrogant smirks when they locked eyes.

Oh, how he would love to jinx that insufferable look off his face. Yeah, that’ll show him.

He should have been paying attention to Professor Flitwick discussing the proper hand movement for the Gouging Spell, but the thoughts of McLaggen badgering you when he was not around boiled his blood. In hindsight, it was a good thing he was neglecting this lesson because the prospect of gouging a large hole through Cormac seemed very appealing.

You were particularly busy this week and did not have a lot of time to spend with Draco. Sure, the two of you bid your usual goodnights in the Slytherin common room, but your studying had kept you away from Draco. Due to this, Draco Malfoy was left very touch starved and found himself daydreaming of your earlier rendezvous around the castle.

Draco turned his head towards you, his face relaxing at once as he watched you diligently taking notes, as usual. You had your bottom lip between your teeth, gnawing it softly as your quill scratched against the parchment. With a content sigh, he admired your concentration and wondered how a person could be that gorgeous. He was, truly, the luckiest man in the world when it came to you.

He supposed that one could not blame McLaggen for falling for you- I mean, who wouldn’t? Any person would be swept off their feet if you entered the room wearing those silk dresses you were oh so fond of. Draco glanced down at those pretty, pink lips of yours, his eyes practically rolling to the back of his head as you parted them, tongue swiping over your upper lip as you added the final details to your diagram.

Biting his lip, Draco forced his attention towards Professor Flitwick, but it was already too late. The thoughts of you, sprawled across his bed at Malfoy Manor were enough to replace his earlier frustrations with feelings of lust.

“Stop,” thought Draco, closing his eyes to contain his feelings, but it was no use. Your lips made an “O” shape when you finally grasped the Charms concepts, making goosebumps appear on Draco’s skin as he shuddered.

What he would do to have you begging for him right now.

His pants grew considerably tighter and he couldn’t help but feel grateful towards the school uniforms. The robe he was wearing did a decent job at hiding his current problem, but he knew it would be noticeable when he stood. However, that did not stop him from hearing the way you called his name in the back of his head.

“Please, Draco...”

“Fuck,” cursed Draco under his breath, shifting uncomfortably in his seat, a slight touch of pink dusting his cheeks. Unable to keep his eyes away, Draco looked back towards you, scanning the soft skin of your neck, and noting how awfully bare it looked. With his self-restraint wavering, he subtly slid down the bench you shared and rested his hand on your knee, something he did quite often. However, you did not question him until you felt his lips against your neck and a hand wrapped tightly around your thigh. Turning your head to face him, you were surprised to see him with his hand over his mouth, his eyes averted from yours as his fingers danced against the smooth skin of your inner thigh.

“Draco,” you cooed, but the only response you received was a rather harsh nip at your neck, “Draco, someone will see…”

“I don’t care,” Draco snarled against your ear, “I need this bloody class to be over…” He murmured in a much softer tone, his hand rubbing circles against your thigh and inching closer to your clothed heat. But once you turned to scold him, you noticed the dark, red blush that painted his cheeks and felt his hot breath fanning against your face.

“Are you alright?” you asked cautiously, innocently rubbing your thumb against his thigh, but that only made Draco twitch in his seat, and his reaction suddenly lit the bulb over your head. Your lips curled into a smirk as your hand moved closer to the bulge on Draco’s pants, turning your attention towards the front of the class as you continued your movements.

Luckily, the two of you sat at the farthest end of the Charms classroom, away from any overly inquisitive eyes. You were certain nobody would notice, if Draco kept his cool, the two of you would be in the clear.

“Couldn’t even wait till class was over?” You tutted, delicately tracing your fingers over his crotch, and smirking as he shifted in his seat, “Be careful, I don’t want us to get caught.” You added, firmly cupping his erection through his slacks, a wide grin spreading across your face as he doubled down and hid his face behind a book he propped up. It was honestly quite surprising to see Draco this way. Usually, he would be the one teasing you to no end, but you were currently in control and that was enough to light the fire of your arousal.

“D-Don’t stop,” Draco pleaded under his breath, biting down on his thumb to hold back a moan as your palm worked to release the built-up tension. Encouraged by his dick twitching underneath your hand, you quickened your pace and watched as he parted his lips, struggling to keep any sound from coming out. As his breathing grew more ragged, you felt his abdominal muscles tense up against your touch, indicating that his release would wash over him soon.

Fighting to keep the small sense of composure he had left, Draco gripped (Y/N)’s wrist and halted her movements. It took him a minute to catch his breath, but when he did, he spoke in a low whisper, “Wait...” His eyes never met yours because if he looked into those beautiful eyes of yours, he would not be able to control himself. And although the prospect of taking you over the desk seemed quite promising, he did not fancy the idea of letting the rest of the student body see you bent over in such a vulnerable state.

That was only for him, of course.

“What’s wrong, Darling?” You teased letting your fingers trace over his crotch again, but he only clicked his tongue at you. Draco knew you too well, he knew you were only trying to rile him up again, but he could not let that happen, not right now. With adrenaline coursing through your body, you leaned towards Draco and let your breath fan against his neck before licking a stripe behind his ear, “Didn’t want to come all over those expensive slacks of yours, hm?” You murmured, gently nipping his earlobe, and taking his momentary lapse of strength to palm his erection once more.

Draco gritted his teeth once again, pulling your hand away from his pants, “I said wait,” he growled, his lust-clouded eyes finally meeting yours, “You do know how to follow instructions, don’t you?” He asked in a much harsher, more desperate tone.

“Depends on who’s giving them.” You replied sarcastically, placing your free hand on his knee with a smirk.

However, Draco did not get a chance to shoot his response back at you. Once the bell signaling the end of class rang, he shot up off his seat and gathered both your belongings before taking your hand and hastily pulling you out of the classroom. A few students stared as the two of you rushed down the hall, blushing in embarrassment as you stumbled after Draco.

His hand gripped yours tightly, leading you towards the Prefects’ bathroom, and stuttering out the password once the two of you arrived. Flinging your book bags across the floor, Draco turned and stalked towards you making you step back until your back hit something solid.

“Think you’re funny, are you?” sneered Draco, pinning you against one of the cubicles, his thigh pressed firmly between your legs and his right forearm braced beside your head. Replicating your earlier movements, Draco dragged his tongue underneath your ear before taking the lobe between his teeth, making you gasp. “Why don’t we put that filthy mouth of yours to better use?” He cooed, blowing a puff of air against your ear, and admiring it as it turned red.

With a sudden burst of confidence, you gripped his robes and pulled his face towards yours, breaths mingling together, “I think,” You muttered, leaning your lips close to his, “That’s the best idea you’ve had all day…” Looking up at his half-lidded eyes, you crashed your lips against Draco’s, fingers immediately tangling themselves in his hair. Draco returned your kiss eagerly, his hands cupping your arse underneath your skirt and pulling your body flush against his.

You could feel Draco growing more impatient by the minute. His hands were grabbing desperately at your skin, squeezing every inch of bare flesh he could feel. Longing to have you closer to him, Draco slipped his hand underneath your thigh and hooked it over his hip, fingers gripping hard enough to bruise. Your back arched off the wall, hips grinding against Draco’s as your tongues laced together in a heated kiss. Tugging at your tie, Draco reached to unbutton your blouse and pulled it open, exposing your bra-clad breasts.

He pressed his lips against the base of your neck, biting and sucking encouraged by your moans beside his ear. One of his hands held your thigh firmly while the other kneaded your left breast, pulling the fabric of your bra down and taking your nipple between his thumb and forefinger. You gasped harshly, bucking into him, and digging your fingers into his hair, messing up the parts that remained previously neat. Draco rolled his erection against your soaked panties, smiling down at your face as his hands kneaded your clothed breasts, “So pretty,” he murmured, captivated by your flushed face and the shameful sounds passing through your lips.

Your hands reached up to grab his face, pulling him down for another kiss. This time, using the momentum to switch your positions so Draco’s back hit the stall door, earning a small moan of surprise from him. Grinning up at him, you pressed your lips against his neck and slid your hand down the front of his body, cupping him firmly as you sucked the sensitive skin.

Draco let out gasping breaths as you moved your hand, his fingers digging into your waist, “On your knees,” commanded Draco, trying to regain some sort of control over the situation. You obliged happily, dropping down to your knees and lazily running your fingers over his thighs before reaching up for his belt. After fiddling with the buckle, you took your time sliding Draco’s slacks down, purposely neglecting his throbbing dick hidden in his underwear.

“Don’t be a tease,” snapped Draco, gripping your chin harshly, “Suck,” He commanded firmly, releasing you as you pulled down his boxer briefs. Draco’s thick length snapped up towards his lower abs, almost slapping you in the face when it sprung out of its constraints. Almost drooling at the glorious sight of his cock, you took it in your hand, running your thumb over the pre-cum leaking out of the reddened tip. Draco bucked his hips forwards, hissing at the light touch, and looking down at your concentrated expression as you slowly pumped your hand.

Lolling your tongue out dramatically, you leaned forwards and gave the tip a kitten lick, earning a frustrated groan from Draco. Satisfied with his discomfort, you gave the swollen tip another kiss before taking his length fully into your mouth. He let out a strangled gasp in response, his eyes squeezed shut as you enthusiastically licked up his length. Sealing off your lips, much like a vacuum seal, you bobbed your head up and down his shaft, tongue swirling around it as Draco trembled underneath you, his hand over his mouth attempting to stifle the sounds coming out of it.

Draco looked down at you, unable to control the string of low moans and grunts spewing from his lips. The sight of your plump lips stretching around his cock made him lose the few ounces of coherent thoughts he had left in his mind. Draco let out another strangled moan, throwing his head back against the stall door as you swirl your tongue around his shaft and use your hand to pump the base of his cock. His hand flew to the back of your head when you moved to take all of him in your mouth, your nose brushing the trimmed tufts of hair as you choked around him, the contraction of your throat making him groan out your name.

With another husky moan, Draco balled your hair up into a ponytail and used it as leverage to thrust into your mouth. “Yes, yes,” whimpered Draco, his face flushed red and his breath caught in his throat, “Just like that, (Y/N)” he hissed, his grey eyes flickering down and meeting yours, making his roll back again as he pulled his lip between his teeth. Your fingernails dug into the back of his thighs, squeezing them tighter as he quickened his pace. You moaned around his dick, the vibrations sending a violent quake through his body as he face-fucked you, his climax only moments away.

“Ah, you take my cock so well, Princess” groaned Draco, his pace stuttering, “You’re so bloody gorgeous” He sighed, his fingers delving tightly into your hair as you continued to swirl your tongue around the shaft, relaxing your jaw to let the tip of his penis hit the back of your throat.

The sounds coming from Draco’s mouth had you soaking wet and yearning to feel his load shoot down your throat. Determined to finish him off, you moved your hand to fondle his balls, moaning with satisfaction as his cock pulsated in your mouth. His breaths grew ragged and the only sounds coming from him were small whimpers and grunts. You looked up at him through your eyelashes, his platinum blonde hair fell messily over his eyes, which were currently screwed shut as his face twisted with pleasure.

Draco’s eyes fluttered open, meeting your eager ones for a second time, but it was too much. Cursing loudly, Draco’s pace grew sloppier and rougher, his body trembling as you fondled his balls once again.

“(Y/N)!” He cried out as you gagged around him, thick ropes of cum coating the inside of your mouth as he came, hard. You struggled to swallow his heavy load, but you were adamant on taking every last drop, just how he liked it. Draco gasped as he caught his breath, his hand still in your hair as he gave your mouth two final shallow thrusts, pulling out as you licked him clean.

With his chest heaving, Draco delicately placed his hand against your cheek and slid his thumb over your swollen lips. You press a chaste kiss against the pad of his thumb, the corners of your mouth curling up into a loving smile. He brought you back up to your feet, capturing your lips in a kiss that was all tongue before pulling away with a satisfied smile on his face.

“You’re quite chipper now, aren’t you?” You teased, hitting him playfully on the shoulder as he pulled his slacks up, tucking his shirt back into his pants and shooting you a wink.

“Yes, actually,” He retorted, his usual smirk appearing on his lips, “And why is that?” You asked, taking the time to button your own shirt, blushing as Draco stalked towards you. He placed his hand on the side of your neck, pulling down your collar to admire the angry, red marks that decorated it.

With a small huff, he dipped down and sucked on the spot below your jaw, your knees buckling and hands gripping his shoulders as he bit down. Once he was satisfied with his handiwork, Draco pulled away, smirking at the mark that would surely be visible for days.

“Because I’m the only one who gets to have you like this,” admitted Draco, pulling you into a hug and resting his chin atop your head, “Can’t wait until I catch McLoser drooling over you, I’ll make sure to remind him who he’s dealing with.”

You laughed at Draco’s declaration, your arms tightening around him as you embraced, “Are you ready for lunch then? He could already be there” You teased, pressing a kiss against his nose, and pulling away to pick up your bag from the bathroom floor. Draco chuckled as you skipped back towards him, giving your behind a playful smack as you walked past him, “Don’t run off thinking I won’t return the favor,” stated Draco salaciously, catching your hand and pulling you back before you could exit the bathroom.

You looked up at him with a curious expression, “Is that so?” You questioned with a grin, walking towards him, and placing your hand on his chest, “Is it something I should look forward to?” You asked, tilting your head to the side innocently.

Draco laughed, raising his hand to cup your cheek, “Come to my room tonight at eleven, wearing that pretty little dress from Twilfitt and Tattings,” muttered Draco, his lips close to yours once again, “I’ll make it worth your while,” he winked, his fingers dipping underneath your skirt to swipe over your clothed core.

Shivering under his touch, you blushed embarrassingly as he examined the slick now coating his finger, “All for me, Princess?” He teased, contently licking his finger clean and grabbing his own book bag, “Actually, I was thinking about McLaggen” you quipped, stepping out of the Prefect’s bathroom with a bounce in your step which Draco followed after, his eyebrows furrowed as he flanked you.

“Careful, Love” warned Draco with a hum, his hand sliding into yours as you walked, “or I’ll have to teach that naughty mouth of yours another lesson.”

ϟ ϟ ϟ

Your four-year anniversary drew nearer, and you found yourself worried about Draco’s behavior yet again. He grew increasingly distant as the term progressed and you could not help but worry, despite his constant reassurances, stating there was nothing to worry about. This, again, left you feeling frustrated. You and Draco started dating during your third year and it had taken a while to break down his walls to understand him, but now it seemed like some of that progress was overturned.

However, when he was around, he always made the effort to shower you with affection and ensure you were being taken care of. Draco knew your habits better than anything, he knew you would be questioning his behavior and launching your own investigations to find the underlying cause of it, but he could not let you interfere. He was already under fire for having ‘distractions’ and had promised the Dark Lord nothing would come in the way of his success.

To keep you safe, you had to be left in the dark. It wounded Draco to see that distraught expression on your face when he came into the common room past midnight, sometimes even asleep, curled up on the couch waiting for him to return. He felt guilty for putting you through all this, but it was necessary for your safety and nothing was more important than protecting you.

His nights were constantly haunted by horrifying images of you injured or worse, dead in his arms after some terrible mistake he made. These thoughts were constantly wearing him down, but he could not tell you, it was just too risky to involve you in this situation. This stressful internal struggle encouraged Draco to show you how much you meant to him.

He wanted you to know that you were, truly, the most important person in his life.

“Draco,” You whined with your hands over your eyes as Draco led you through the empty streets of Hogsmeade, “Can’t I just open my eyes? I’ve been to Hogsmeade plenty of times” you reminded him, but he only chuckled beside you, holding you by the waist as you walked.

“I’m trying to surprise you,” Draco stated, rolling his eyes, “So why don’t you stop complaining and follow me.” He declared, pressing a kiss against your cheek, and leading you towards the clothing shops in the village. Draco halted in front of a large store window, looking up at the dress and envisioning you in them with a proud grin.

“Alright,” he started, grabbing the hands that covered your face, “Ready?” He murmured, pressing a kiss against her fingertips as you nodded. Counting to three, Draco pulled your hands away from your face and stepped out of your view, letting you take in the sight before you.

In front of you stood a tall mannequin wearing a floor-length shimmering, emerald green gown with small silver detailing the bust, “Wow” you muttered breathlessly, leaning closer to the window to get a better look of the design. The mannequin turned 180 degrees, giving her a better view of the open back and long train that followed the dress.

“Do you like it?” Draco asked, looking down at his ring with a content smile on his face.

Your eyes scanned over the glittering, diamond pendant necklace complete with matching water drop earrings, “It’s gorgeous,” you replied, looking over at your boyfriend with a puzzled expression, “Why do I get the feeling you’re up to something?” You asked, quirking your eyebrow at him as he laughed.

“You know me well, Darling” Draco admitted sheepishly, leading you towards the door of the stop and holding it open, “I just thought, since you’ve been attending Slughorn’s dinner parties, that you would need some more evening outfits to show off,” He stated proudly, his hand against the small of your back as he gestured you towards the changing rooms.

“Draco, I couldn’t possibly! You bought me one at the start of term!” You protested, grabbing his hands but part of you knew his mind was already made up.

“You’re right,” He agreed with a nod, placing his hand against your cheek, “And I’m going to buy you four more today,” He stated nonchalantly, looking back at the four sets of the dresses brought over by the shopkeeper, “You better get started,” he urged, taking a seat on the ottoman in front of the dressing room.

With a loving smile, you captured Draco’s lips in a kiss, “I love you” You said, squeezing his hand as he returned your smile.

“And I love you most,” He replied, pressing a kiss against your forehead, and urging towards the dressing room, “Come on, I want to see how stunning you look in those.” Giggling, you ran into the changing room, winking back at Draco before sliding the curtain close and getting into the first dress.

Several hours later, you and Draco exited the shop with four bags containing various dresses, jewelry pieces, and, even, a brand-new suit. After one final stop at Honeydukes, the two of you made your way towards the castle, treasuring the time you spent together and the memories you created while doing so.

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