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{Dirty Little Curse} Azriel x Reader x Xaden

Here is a continuation of She Me Where It Hurts!!! No this isn't a series, but rather a collection of stand alone fics about the same characters if that makes sense. You don't need to read the other parts to enjoy. There's no plot. Just smut hehehehe. Happy Wednesday!!

Word Count: 5,498

Warnings: ACOTAR x Fourth Wing, Smut (dom!Az and Xaden, sub!reader), use of the nickname "pet", DP, spanking, praise kink, breath play, shadow play, unprotected sex, degrading, choking, exhibitionism, just a touch of fluff.

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Summary: Xaden has been A little more stressed than normal and due to complications at Basgiath, he isn't able to make it to Velaris for his normal training schedule. Az takes it upon himself to bring him an early Solstice gift.

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I made my way down the cobblestone street, adjusting my bag on my shoulder as I made my way back home. The market had been full of people preparing for Solstice; buying presents and decorations for their homes or shops.

With two bags in my hand, I had plans to spruce up my front door. The holly and various berries would make for a great-

“AHHHHH!” The ground shrunk beneath me, disappearing as I’m lifted into the air. “Oh my fucking- what the fuck.”

A deep laugh rumbled through me, and I looked up and behind my shoulder. “Good morning.”

“Azriel,” I shrieked. “What the- what the fuck are you doing?”

“We’re going on a trip.” He adjusted his grip under my arms and hauled me up. I wrapped my legs around his torso and locked my arms around his neck. “I won’t drop you.”

“What do you mean we’re going on a trip?” I looked out at the Illyrian mountains, watching them fade away.

“We’re going to Basgiath. To visit Xaden.”

My chest tightened, my blood running rampant. “We are?”

“He couldn’t make it down for his lesson. Happy Solstice,” Azriel smiled, kissing my cheek.

I beamed, “It is a wonderful Solstice gift. Thank you. How far is it from here?”

“Oh, we’re not going to fly,” Az said, slowing down his pace and coming to a stop. He set me down and flared out his wings before tucking them in tightly to his body. “It’s almost a month's travel.”

“The world is that big?” I gasped, taking his open hand.

“Yes. Now hold tight, it’s a long winnow.”

I did as told, choosing to let him hold my waist instead of my hand. In the several months that have passed since I first met the shadowsinger and the shadow-wielder, Azriel has stopped by my house numerous times. To give me small gifts, or to take me out for a nice dinner. Or to warm my bed . He was a generous male to say the least.

Xaden wrote often after he left for Basgiath. Not being shy with all the things he wanted to do to me when he came back to Velaris. Thanks to Az, sending and receiving them made communicating so much easier.

It felt far longer than a normal winnow, at least forty-five seconds of pitch black whirling around us until we came to a stop. I blinked away the stars and we were in some giant training center. I counted four-five-six-seven sparring mats and a line of machines in the back.

“Where is he?” I asked, not seeing him amongst the few faces. He’s easy to pick out from a crowd. And he wasn’t here. There were several heads of similar hair; one female on a mat with bright pink hair cropped close to her jaw.

“He’ll be here in a few minutes.”

“I can’t wait to see him.” I played with my hands anxiously.

“I didn’t tell him I was bringing you,” Azriel smiled, heading off towards one of the empty mats in the back corner. I had to skip a few steps to keep up.

“What? Why?”

“Because you were going to be a surprise for him. We do talk about you, and he is far worse at keeping his desires to himself than I am,” he smirked. “It’s my Solstice gift to him. Plus, you’ll help throw him off his game when we’re fighting.”

“You train him as well? Not just with the shadows?” “If he wants to be as strong at wielding as I am, he has to be as physically strong as I am to do so. It can take an incredible toll on the body. And who has more experience, some fifty year old male who has never dealt with a shadow-wielder before, or a five hundred year old male who has had them all his life?”

“Point taken.”

Azriel smiled and kissed the top of my head. “He’s almost here, just tuck yourself back here until I tell you to come out and surprise him.”

“Okay,” I chuckled, sliding behind one of the pillars holding up the ceiling. It was carved from a massive piece of black stone. So shiny I could see my reflection in it.

A few minutes went by and I could hear the sound of footsteps approaching. The sound of Xaden’s voice greeting Az made my heart jump. He sounded a little gruff, like his smile didn’t quite reach his eyes. It wasn’t long before I could hear punches and their feet sweeping across the mats’ surface.

“Okay, stop.” Azriel shouted through a painting breath. “What is with you today? You’re sloppy. Had I been a real enemy I would’ve already detached your head from your neck.”

“Doesn’t matter,” Xaden said. “Keep going, I’m not going to be the only one bleeding here.”

“Xaden.”

“I said it’s fine.”

“Well, if you won’t tell me-” I felt a cool brush of shadows circle around my hand. “-then maybe you’ll talk to her.”

I stepped out of the shadow and into the light, greeted by the beautiful sight of Xaden’s back. Azriel looked at me, a smile playing on his lips. Az gripped his shoulders and spun him around. Those onyx, gold flecked eyes found mine and I could physically see his shoulders relax.

“Yn…”

“Surprise!” In two seconds I was up in the air, spinning around in his arms. I giggled, clutching the back of his sweaty head, letting the hair curl around my fingers. “I missed you too.”

“What are you doing here?” He set me on my feet, cupping my face. “I- how are you here?”

“Az winnowed me in. And I had no idea I was coming today, he kind of kidnapped me on my way to my house. Happy Solstice, Xaden.”

He looked behind him as Az stood with his hands on his hips, grinning at both of us.

“Prick,” Xaden smiled, then kissed me so hard I thought I’d fall over. But the grip he had on my waist wouldn’t ever let me dream of falling. “Okay, sparring done. Let’s get you upstairs and-”

“Not so fast,” Az interrupted, stepping next to me. “You still have training to do.”

“But it’s Solstice, can’t he just skip it for today?”

“Yeah Az,” Xaden mocked. “It’s Solstice, can’t I skip it for today?”

Az glared at both of us. “No. Get back on the mat.”

Xaden groaned. He slid his massive hand across the front of my throat. “How am I supposed to focus now?”

“You weren’t focused before,” Az retorted, picking up a sword. “Now let's go, these drills aren’t going to run themselves.”

Xaden groaned in annoyance. “Will you stay and watch? I need you in my corner to throw him off his game. And to motivate me, of course.” I couldn’t do anything to keep my smile away. “Sure.” I pressed up on my toes and left him with a parting kiss on his damp forehead. “Go kick his ass. Just for me, and I’ll make sure you get first dibs when we get upstairs.”

His eyes darkened. Xaden was not shy when it came to practically shoving his tongue down my throat before he leapt up on the mat. “Let’s get this done, shadowsinger.”

I watched the two males battel, swinging swords around and clashing them together. Azriel was impeccable with his footwork, but so was Xaden. The two of them looked like a forbidden, hidden secret weapon of mass destruction. They ebbed and flowed. When one moved, the other followed. It was mesmerizing to watch.

And, not to mention, seeing them with both their shirts off, all slick with sweat… It made it impossible to pay attention to anything around me. I was hardly able to force myself to breathe.

“If you keep staring, pretty girl, you might burn a hole through me,” Xaden said slyly, taking a drink of water. I wasn’t shy about the way I raked my eyes down his torso, and he wasn’t shy about flexing and showing off.

Az jabbed him in the ribs with the butt end of his sword. “Alright, we’re done for the day.”

“Finally, now we can actually have some fun,” Xaden grinned, pressing me up against the wall. The kiss was full of need, and I could feel just how much he needed me as he pressed my hips into the cold stone.

Heat radiated off of him. His scent was thick with his sweat and made me want to drop to my knees and run my tongue all over his carved stomach. Had it not been for his hold on me I might’ve just done it. Dropped to my knees, undone the belt holding up his pants, and taken him down my throat…

“Fuck Yn, you don’t know how long I’ve waited to taste you again,” Xaden purred, kissing down my neck. “To hear all those pretty noises.”

“Please,” I breathed. I couldn’t think, not with his scent strangling my brain

Xaden gripped my jaw, forcing me to look at him. “Please what?”

“I need you,” I pleaded. “I need you so bad Xaden. I need you, Azriel.”

I could see that predatory hunger glaze his eyes. From one moment to the next I was in a room, no bigger than my closet back in Velaris. There was a bed, a clothing chest, and that was it save for the line of weapons on the wall.

Not much. And the bed was… not even big enough for Xaden let alone all of us.

“This isn’t going to work,” Azriel grumbled, knocking his wings into everything around him. He let out a string of curses and I could see the shadows curling around his shoulder begin to accumulate.

“Agreed,” I sighed, running my hands over Xadens shoulders. “Anywhere else we could go?”

“Unless you guys want to do this on one of the training mats, then no.” Azriel and I exchanged a look. “I was joking.”

“Don’t care,” Azriel quickly took me out of Xadens grip. “There’s no way in hell this is going to work here. I’d rather sleep naked in Illyria than try to do what I want to do with my pet here.”

My knees went weak. “But what about all the people?”

“Leave that to me.”

Once again, we were back in the training room, Xaden and Az blocking my view.

“Everyone out,” Azriel’s voice carried over the entire center. People quickly darted around, grabbing bottles of water and shirts left and right. In less than a minute the entire arena was empty. Except for us.

“I cannot believe you just kicked everyone out,” Xaden scoffed.

“I won’t hear you complaining when Yn has her mouth on you,” Azriel rolled his eyes. His hand went to my shoulder and he pushed me to my knees. “Get to work pet, I’m getting impatient.”

“Yes sir,” I grinned up at Xaden, undoing the belt at his hips.

“Fuck I missed your tongue,” Xaden gathered my hair at the back of my head. The soft skin of his tip did wonders for the built up anticipation I’ve had since Az told me where we were going.

I hummed as he settled in the back of my throat. I worked up and down, holding still when he forced me to. Ten seconds would go by without a breath. It filled me with the most delicious fear. Tears already pricked my eyes.

“Why are you holding back?” Az asked, pushing on the back of my head until I gagged so hard those tears fell down my cheeks. “That's it, pet. Fucking take it.”

“Easy Az, she still needs to breathe,” Xaden chuckled, wiping away my tears. “But she does look so pretty stuffed full of my cock.”

“Don’t get too used to it,” Az said, pulling me off of him. He grasped my jaw and forced his own cock down. “She’s here to be shared.”

“I wasn’t finished with her yet, shadowsinger,” Xaden growled, shoving Az aside to claim me again.

“Take what is mine again and I’ll cut out your tongue,” Azriel snarled, pulling Xaden to the wall in a second.

“Woah woah woah,” I hurried over and stood between the two of them. “As hot as it is to have you two fighting over me, let’s not get violent, okay? There is plenty of me to go around, see?” I took both of their cocks into my hands, stroking them together.

Xaden shuddered, tossing his head back. Az just grinned down at me. “Does our pet think she’s in charge?”

“No,” I shook my head. “I just want you two to get over yourselves and fuck me senseless.”

“Look at her begging for us, Az,” Xaden took a step towards me, absolutely towering over me. “It’s almost like she has a choice. How pathetic.”

“We’re gonna make you regret saying that.” Az had me on my chest, knees digging into the mat in a split second. He literally ripped off my pants before I could say differently. A hard, unforgiving hand came down on my ass and I screamed. He did it again.

“The whole fucking Quadrant is gonna hear her if we don’t make her be quiet,” Xaden warned. He kneeled in front of me and lifted my chin. “Unless you want that, pretty thing. Would you like for all of Basgiath to know you’re being fucked dumb by us, hmm? I bet you would, you fucking slut.”

I whimpered, trying to lean away from Azriel so I could take Xaden down my throat.

“Oh Az, you’ve got to see this. Come look at her,” Xaden mocked, teasing me by inching his hips forward to watch me strain, only to yank it away at the last second. “Did you see that? She’s literally chasing my cock. You want it that bad, huh? Gosh, Yn, you are like a pet.”

“Please,” I begged, nearly frustrated to tears. “Please let me taste you.”

“What do you say, Az. Should I give her what she wants?”

“Just for a minute. I wanna have her even more limp than she was the last time,” Az said. I could feel his smile against my back where he placed a kiss.

“Be a good girl, Yn.” Xaden finally shifted his hips far enough for me to suck. He wouldn’t move any closer and I could only barely lick his tip. I groaned, the impatient noise carrying farther than I wanted to. I tried to reach as hard as I could but Azriel kept yanking me back every time I got closer.

I got close again, only to be ripped away. I cried out, dropping my head as I pounded on the floor. “Please,” I begged. “Please let me have him Az, please please.”

“She is literally throwing a tantrum because I won’t let her have your dick, Riorson. This… this is what power is,” Az said, pure sin dripping from his tongue. “You’re fucking defenseless, Yn. We own you. We own your body, we own your pleasure.” A brutal smack to my ass. “Do you understand? You don’t get anything until we say so.”

“Yes,” I gasped, a little light headed at the force of his hand. My voice was trembling. “Yes, you own me. Both of you own me.”

“Good,” Az grit through his teeth, fisting his hand in my hair. His hips met my ass and he walked me forward into Xaden’s lap. With his other hand, He gripped my cheeks until my lips parted. All I could do was take the cock in front of me. “Now make him cum.”

Az moved my head up and down for me, controlling my movements. By the power of magic, I was stripped of the rest of my clothing and those ruthless shadows were back, circling every inch of my skin.

There was nothing I could do but let Azriel force me onto Xaden. I just kept moaning, which drew the most wonderful noises from the shadow-wielder.

“You’re really being ruthless tonight, huh?” Xaden said, bucking his hips so my nose hit his pelvic bone every thrust.

“She was being a brat,” Az explained, releasing another lethal blow on my already sore ass. “She needs to be taught that she can’t get away with any of that.”

“I think she’s learned her lesson,” Xaden said, caressing my damp cheek. “She looks so pretty like this. Ass up, lips swollen… fuck I’m gonna cum.”

Az moved my head even faster, forcing me down down down until I couldn’t breathe. In a minute or two, Xaden was so far down I couldn’t taste him at all. The only sign he was cumming was the strain in his neck and the heaving of his chest.

I choked, gagging for a breath but Az held firm until I began to panic a little.

“I’ll tell you when she’s learned her lesson.”

I was, yet again, yanked away from Xaden. So quickly I was a little dizzy when I ended up in the same position in front of Az. He didn't say anything. Just shoved his cock down my throat.

“Get behind her and keep her moving, Riorson,” Az commanded, letting go of my hair so Xaden’s hand could take its place. Xaden’s cum trickled down my lips and around Az, I thought he didn’t notice but- “You didn’t even swallow, pet? Bad girl.”

“I- I tried,” I pleaded as I was lifted off. “It was so much, I didn’t have time to-”

“I don’t want to hear excuses." His eyes were like emeralds, but his voice like a knife. “Apologize to Xaden for wasting it.”

“I’m sorry, Xaden,” I sighed, trying to catch my breath.

Azriel’s hand clamped on my throat so hard I screamed. He tightened and tightened and tightened. “You can do better than that. Tell him what you’re going to do to make it up to him.”

“I’ll- fuck I’ll do anything you want, Xaden. Anything. Anything.”

“You’re really making her beg, Az,” Xaden grinned, taking Az’s hand off my throat so I could breathe. “It’s okay, pretty girl. I know you didn’t mean to waste any of it. It was just too much to swallow down. I’ll just replace it all in your pussy. I know you’ll be able to keep it all in. You won’t have a choice.”

“Please.”

“You’ll get it, after I’m done with you.”

Az positioned me over his cock again, guiding it into my mouth. Without Xadens help, I took it all down and then some. He let me move at my own pace for a little, letting me do as I please. I didn’t falter once, I was too afraid that I’d get another punishment. I’d be lucky if he let me cum.

Xaden’s finger ran from the top of my ass all the way to my clit. He sunk in two fingers and I could hear my wetness hit the floor. “So messy.”

“Fuck her if you want. What’s she gonna do?” Az grinned, now putting his hands on my head. “Ready to take it, pet?”

I nodded, mumbling around him as I prepared. I don’t think I’ll be able to talk tomorrow, that’s for sure.

Every single square inch of my body was on fire. Between the lack of air, Xaden teasing my clit, and their shadows? I’d be lucky to ever walk again. My fingers and toes were numb with a mix of pleasure and raw, primal fear. Knowing that they, at any point they wanted, could do whatever they wanted to me was… exhilarating.

“You’re doing such a good job, Yn. Making Az feel so good. Keep it up and I’ll make you cum. Would you like that?”

I helplessly nodded.

“Make her beg for it,” Azriel interjected, forcing me so far down on his dick that I couldn’t breathe. I tried to relax, but I couldn’t breathe. My chest started burning and I was gagging uncontrollably. I tried to pull away, but the hold was too strong on my head. I thrashed. I tried to reach for Xaden, for leverage to get away but I couldn’t move. “Ah ah ah, you’re okay. Stop moving and I’ll let you go. The more you squirm, the more I want to keep you here.”

The words barely registered, but I stopped, tears streaming down my face. A burst of air swept into my lungs and I felt the relief wash over me. Where it came from, I’ll never know, but I was grateful. The taste of Azriel’s cum shot across my tongue and down. Gods above was there a lot…

When he let me up, I scrambled away, backing up into Xaden. His strong arms circled around me as I caught my breath.

“Too much?” Xaden whispered, pressing kisses to my head.

I just panted, eyes closed, the ringing in my ears too loud to hear anything. I was so lightheaded. The world was spinning but… I liked it. It felt good to be that out of control of my own body. Nothing could compare to the feeling of my life in someone else’s hands.

“Yn,” Xaden said a little firmer when I didn’t respond. I just went limp in his grasp. “Are you okay?”

“Y… Yes,” I breathed, my voice nothing but fragments of syllables. “I’m fine.”

“Let's take a break,” Azriel kneeled in front of me, playing with my lips. “Let's get you some water and then we can-”

“No,” I begged, staggering to my knees and into Az, eyes wide. “Please, I need it. I need you so bad.”

“I know you do,” Az said, kissing me gently, “but you also don’t know how terrified you looked. Two minutes, then we’ll get you what you really want.”

I couldn’t really argue against the spymaster. A cup was placed on my lips but I refused to drink. I wanted something first.

“Yn, please. Just drink a sip. Two sips and then you can have us,” Az baited me, but still refused, turning my nose the opposite way. He sighed. “Don’t make me force you. Please, Yn.”

“Xaden,” I looked over my shoulder. “Can I ride you?”

His eyes went a little wide, but that sly, cocky grin settled on his lips. “Of course you can.”

“After you drink,” Az snapped. “Just two sips is all I’m-”

I got to my knees and straddled Xaden, sinking onto his hard cock. He hissed at the pressure, at the force of me sinking all the way down. I wiggled my hips, taking him deeper until he couldn’t go any more. “I’ll take the water now.”

Azriel just stared at me, white knuckling the cup. He had this feral look in his eyes. That was the only possible way to describe it. He blinked and it was gone, then the cup was at my lips. His hand gently tilted up and I drank it all down, wiping my upper lip with the back of my hand before turning all my attention back to Xaden.

“I got too impatient,” I grinned, crushing my mouth to his. He leaned back, taking me with him as he laid flat on the mat.

“Ready to do what we talked about?” Xaden said, looking over my head. The light was blocked by Azriel’s silhouette, the shape of his wings casting a shadow over us.

“Yes.”

I lifted a brow, “What did you two talk about without me?”

“You’ll find out,” Xaden said, bringing my mouth back to his. He caught my tongue between his teeth and pulled, moans spewing out of my mouth. He fucked up into me, feet planted on the floor as he held me in place.

The sound of our bodies together filled the room and I prayed to the Mother that no one would come in. I don’t think we can explain this one away.

Hands raked down my spine, caressing every dip and curve of my body. Azriel kissed up my neck. I shivered uncontrollably.

“Can I cum? Please? I took my punishment so well, please let me cum.” I’m not sure I’m even speaking a language anymore. This might all be in my head.

“I think we can give you that,” Xaden smiled, fingering my clit. The touch was so light, but it sent me over the edge immediately. I shook and trembled and gasped. Stars filled my eyes as he fucked me through it, not slowing down. A firm hand pushed me flat onto his chest and I could feel Az close in.

I felt an enormous amount of pressure against my pussy.

“What are you doing?”

“What we discussed a few weeks ago,” Azriel said, keeping me pinned down. “Now, you have to relax or else this is going to hurt. Do you trust me?”

I nodded, “yes, I trust you. I trust both of you.”

“We’re gonna take such good care of you,” Xaden kissed up my chest, teeth grazing my nipple. His hands rubbed up and down my sides, across my thighs. I jolted with another press against my cunt. “Easy, Yn. Just let us take control. You’re being such a good girl. I know it’s a lot, but you can take it. It’s gonna feel so good.”

The tip of Azriel’s cock slipped in right next to Xaden. I couldn’t breathe. At the same time my mind went completely blank. There wasn’t even pain, just pure bliss. I could move my eyes, but nothing else. My arms were pinned down, my legs locked around Xaden’s middle.

The shadows around me were endless. Holy shit…

“That’s it,” Azriel cooed. “Just let us take you. Just keep drifting.”

I could feel Az sink in, but it was only pressure and pure pleasure. My mind was flooded with images of us, all tangled together, of them to the hilt inside me. I twitched, but I didn’t shudder like I should’ve.

“We’ve got you, pretty thing,” Xaden’s thumb brushed my cheek. “Just take us. You’ll be alright.”

“Fuck she’s so tight. Cauldron Yn you feel… you’re so incredible.”

I was lifted up, then I was brought back down. Over and over and over. I was reduced to a whining, begging mess of just noise. I couldn’t think words if I tried. I could only feel. Could only feel both of them inside me at the same time.

My skin was on fire, yet it was cool. The shadows offered a nice sense of reality. It kept me grounded.

My head lulled back as I was lifted up, rolling forward as I came back down.

“Malek spare me,” Xaden cursed, throwing his head onto the mat. “Az- Az I can’t- fuck I can’t hold on any longer.”

Both of them moaned at the same time, and I felt Azriel’s teeth clamp onto my shoulder. Warmth bloomed into me and I think I’m cumming, I can’t tell. Maybe it’s Az or Xaden. My mind isn’t my own, every part of me belongs to them now. Every inch of my body is theirs to use.

“You’re taking us so well, Yn. Such a fucking good girl, taking both of our cocks in your pussy like this. I bet you came with Xaden didn’t you? Added to the mess, huh? All you can do is whimper. It’s so adorable, watching you submit to us. You’re nothing but a good fuck toy, a mere pet for us to play with whenever we want.”

“Come on, Yn,” Xaden gripped my face. I could see him, but it was like I was looking through some filter. “You can take more, can’t you? Az still needs to cum. Are you gonna be a good little girl and make him cum?” He nodded my head up and down for me. “Yes you are. You’re gonna take all of it. There's already so much, you're so messy, wanna taste?”

Not that I could nod, but if I could, I would’ve. Two fingers pressed into my lips and the sweet, yet tangy taste filled my senses. It was like I only knew how to suck on Xadens digits. Like I wasn’t good for anything else but eating the cum he dumped into me.

“Goooood girl, Yn,” Xaden praised, gagging me slightly.

I could hear the noises coming from behind me. Azriel was a mess of curses and panting breaths. I could feel the wind from his wings. He was fucking into me so hard.

Blinding pleasure ripped through me, along with this… this roar from Azriel. I was flattened on top of Xaden, being forced farther and farther onto him. The mighty beats of Az’s wings sounded through the room, he must’ve been using them to fuck into me harder and harder.

I don’t know when it stopped, when I finally came back to reality. But I opened my eyes and could feel my fingers, could feel the cold mat under us.

“There she is,” Azriel’s strained voice whispered. “Shhh, you’re alright, we’ve got you.”

I mumbled something. Even I don’t know what it was supposed to be.

“Easy, Az. Just lay her down,” Xaden instructed and I could feel my legs unfold. I groaned, the stiffness making my joints crack. “We’ve got you, just let us move you.”

Hands were all over me, and I gave up trying to figure out whos belong to who. Every second that passed I gained more feeling back, the tingling subsiding, giving away to pain and this settled ache in my bones.

“Still with us?” Xaden kissed my cheek, then the tip of my nose.

“Mhmm,” I nodded, keeping my eyes closed. “It’s just bright in here.”

“Let's change that,” Xaden said, and then the room felt ten degrees cooler. “Better?”

I looked around and there was a wall of shadow around our mat. It blocked out most of the light. “Much.”

“You did so well, Yn,” Az said, massive hands squeezing my thighs to get blood back to them. “So so so fucking good.”

“The best,” Xaden agreed.

I smiled, lifting up my head, I tried to turn over but my arms were trembling so badly I couldn’t. I giggled, “What did you guys do to me?”

“So many wonderful things,” Xaden grinned, kissing my swollen lips. “You were so perfect. You did so amazing. So proud of you.”

I was mush as I laid back down, warm and fuzzy with their sweet words.

“What do you need?” Azriel asked, playing gently with my hair.

I took a moment to listen to my body. I noted the utter calm that was inside, and the sheer pain between my legs. There was no moisture in my mouth and I knew it must’ve been intense. I must’ve made a face because there was instantly another cup of water at my lips.

“Sit up just a little for me, sweetheart,” Az put one of his, again, massive, thighs under my head so I could sit up without having to use any muscle. I could get used to being pampered like this. “Drink slowly.”

It was so refreshing, so cold I could feel it go all the way down. My mind slowly became my own again and I could see clearer. There was no longer this fuzz to my vision. “Thank you.”

“Of course.” A kiss to my forehead. “Anything else?” I shivered. He chuckled, “Clothes it is.”

“Maybe a bed? Not this hard mat? No offense Xaden but you all should really get more comfortable sparring rings.”

“Yeah, tell me about it,” Xaden grumbled, throwing me a lazy smile. “Let's get you dressed.”

One limb at a time they stuffed me into clothes. They were not the ones I had been wearing, but I wasn’t about to object to them. They smelled like Xaden, and when I looked down, I saw the Fourth Wing patch embroidered on the breast. My heart swooned.

“Are you in any pain?” Az asked. His concern was so sweet.

“I’m okay, I promise. You don’t need to worry,” I rubbed his cheek.

“If you could see what you look like right now you might be singing a different tune,” Xaden scanned my face, tucking hair behind my ear. “You look… thoroughly fucked, to say the least.”

“Good,” I smiled, nuzzling into Az. “Can we all go back to Velaris and sleep now?”

“Sounds like a lovely plan.”

I let them haul me up and I barely clung to Az as he stood up. He positioned me with my legs around his hips, his arms around my torso to keep me strapped to him. The world whizzed by in an instant and I knew we’d be home soon.

Somewhere along the way I fell asleep, knowing that they would take care of me. Knowing that I couldn't be anywhere safer than in their arms.

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Wet Dreamz | Katsuki Bakugo

Pro Hero!Katsuki Bakugo x Pro Hero!Black![FEM]Reader

CONTENT WARNING(S): sexual content, mutual (?) pining, hint of infidelity, bakugo & reader are a duo, reader is in their head a LOT, clubbing, grinding, shifty hands mentions of perversion, voyeurism, fingering (m->f), making out, blue balling, mentions of infidelity, slight sero x reader, bakugo & reader are basically playing cat and mouse.

WORD COUNT: 10.8k words (45 mins).

I/B: wet dreamz by j. cole | wired interview w/bts

READ MORE: masterlist + [bakugo & students masterlist]

KEY:

y/n = your name.

l/n = last name.

h/n = hero name.

h/n/n = hero nickname.

c/n= country name.

g/s= grading system.

h/t = home town.

"italics" = words in full quotation marks is indicated as English.

bold = words in full quotation marks is indicated as your native language.

A/N: just because ie didnt want reader to just be a american, i left things like talking in native language to be up to interpretation. almost everything is up for interpretation in this one lol. slowly tryna get used to writing real stories instead of just fuckin. makes me wish ie was doing this earlier because it's actually really fun to think stuff up for stories. not rushing and getting smt out to have it out lol. the lyrics are… interpreted in a different kind of way, sort of play on words if you will. anyways hope y'all like it! i sure did. 🫶🏽 thank you anon!

"Cameras rolling in—"

The camera crew were finishing the set up in the background, the makeup stylists were adding their additional touches and you only had a few seconds to mentally prepare for your filming.

"Three, two …. !"

Snap.

"Hi! My name is Y/N, better known as H/N!"

"And I'm Bakugo Katsuki, also known as Dynamight."

"And we are here with WIRED to answer the web's most searched questions!" You two finished the cut unanimously.

The camera cuts to you as you turn to him with a nervous jitter, still with the joyful appearance you always kept. "I'm pretty nervous, people are wild these days."

H/N.

A hero that represented what it means to be a young, headstrong role model. A hero that was from a country outside of Japan whom Bakugo was immediately infatuated with upon first meeting.

L/N.

His interest in your last name marked your own culture, despite being foreign to him. The name you didn't say as you introduced yourself to the camera.

Y/N.

Your first name that he is always itching to say, practicing day and night how it'd finally roll off his tongue when you two could get to that stage. Today seemed to be that day.

You two had been paired up as a duo for about over a year now for some hero promotions and the chemistry between you two had been gradually growing. Indeed, you did not speak much as you had initially expressed not being confident in your Japanese abilities when you moved to Japan, but he is deeply impressed by your determination to continue learning the language.

"Oh! The boards are in English, I might excel in this." You joke, towards the camera.

"You excel in a lot of things, H/N/N." Bakugo promptly responds and he's just as quick to move on after he pulls up the cardboard and tilts it to the side, ready to officially start the interview off. Your lips purse together as you swallow the budging feeling to crack a smile at the personal nickname. Bakugo always had a knack for nicknaming people, but hearing yours out loud in front of everyone else gave you an entirely different feeling. One you couldn't place.

"Who is in…?" The blonde-haired male tilts the board as he reads it, proving his dexterity as he also rips the label off to reveal the rest of the first search. You could tell he was struggling a bit and you move your head to read it as well.

"Firecracker," You finish off with a smile, sitting closer to the edge of your seat as you look at it. "Although we just introduced ourselves, I'm sure we can spruce it up a little?"

Bakugo takes the initiative with a subtle nod, using his other hand to gesture to you as he introduces you for the repetitive round of introduction.

"This is, Y/N or "better known as" H/N. One of, maybe, only heroes I can tolerate."

You can't help but laugh at his rendition, nodding your head as you adjust yourself in your seat. "The honesty, wow! We have, uh," You turn more to your side, looking him up and down before looking into his eyes. "Lord Explosion Murder: Dynamight? But you may know him as just Katsuki." You look back at the cameras as you finish, a bit of sass as you conclude.

Katsuki.

The way you said it just sounds so much better than when anyone else says it.

An unexpected chuckle comes from him as he teases you back. "I think I liked my intro better than yours." He rips off the next label and turns the board for you to read.

"Who in Firecracker got their quirk first? " You hum and look up at him, face full of concentration now. Bakugo's gaze is completely focused on your face as you go into deep thought, scarlet eyes taking in your change of expressions. His gaze follows your body and takes in the details of your outfit, the volume in your hair, and the way that the makeup stylist (fortunately) did you justice that properly accentuated everything beautiful about your skin tone and features.

Bakugo was starting to like everything about you, and he was starting to crush hard.

"I think I got mine in, uh…" You roll your eyes to the right as you look back at the camera, perking up as it comes to you. "I guess at five years old… you guys would call it during yōchien. For me it's called, "G/S". How about you, Katsuki?"

He's smug in response, puffing up his chest as he looks into the camera with pure arrogance. "Four years old. That means I win this question."

"I didn't know we were competing." You joke back.

He soon peels off the last question for the section, turning the board to him to keep it to himself. "I want to read it."

"Oh, okay…"

"Who is the strongest in Firecracker? " Before he's finished with the question you're already grinning and pointing towards Bakugo. He scoffs and rolls his eyes, throwing the bit of paper on the floor and adjusting himself in his seat, his demeanor flustered if you were paying close attention to him.

"We're both fuckin' strong. Give yourself more credit."

You double-blink as you try to rack something up to say. Bakugo has never complimented you before—at least nothing more than "good work today" or a "nice job out there" or something along the lines of that. You did notice lately he's been more communicative with you, but you chalked it up to the fact that maybe he can tolerate you more now with the fact your Japanese is getting better. Still, you had no compass or direction to tell what he was feeling at any given moment.

To your rescue, an exasperated callout comes from behind the cameras, making you laugh out as well as the camera crew behind the director.

"Watch the potty mouth, Bakugo-kun!"

You give Bakugo's shoulder a light push, immediately going to grab the next board for a visual excuse for your nervous fiddling. "We both know how incredible your strength is! I'm being real."

— ✮ ★ ☆ —

The rest of the recording went pretty well, and the chemistry between you two was undeniable. It seemed as though the longer the shoot went, the more comfortable you two got with each other. It hadn't hit you until now that you and him never really talked before.

Of course, it's not like you two ignored each other, no, that wasn't the case. But finding out things like what his favorite meal is during a movie, or why he loved hiking so much made you want to learn more about him. He is also much funnier than you had thought.

You were pretty aware of the rabid fanbase that followed him consistently. The fan edits, the stans, the ones who truly believed they were going to marry the young man. The thought made you cringe as you thought back on your first reaction upon hearing that you two were being paired together for this joint project.

"This will be a great opportunity to reach a further fanbase across the globe in countries that love to support their favorite superheroes!" Your manager exclaimed in excitement before wiggling her brows as she nudged you. "And by support, you know what I mean…"

"Financially?" You finished her sentence, an uninterested look on your features.

"Yes! This will be such a big break for you. Think about it -- they see you paired with one of their top heroes. One, they'll think you can keep up with him. Two, this is an opportunity to grow your exposure as a fairly new hero on the scene. But third, and most importantly the country relations." She looked at you with a serious look this time, her gaze strong.

You scoffed at the implications of the "perks". You were sitting still in the comfort of your manager's old office, your unmoving reaction giving her an insight into how you had truly felt.

"Look, I know you like to be on that 'I can do this myself' tirade, but this will look great. For both of you."

"But at the expense of me though," You crossed your arms and looked down at your feet as you couldn't help but feel blindsided. "I mean, you didn't even ask me. I have never been to Japan, and I don't even know this dude. He could be a fucking creep for all I know!"

"Y/N." She said it as a warning for your tone. She sighs and softens up a bit, but still maintains her composure. "This is something that could be good for you. Think about the titles, the awards, hell even the recognition. Isn't that what you want?"

Not when it sounds like that, no. You didn't become a hero and train this much for the fame of it. You weren't an idiot, and you knew that part of the job is to get your face out there. But a part of you feared that you could become a person who would only go for things that will look good without actually doing the part.

"Do you seriously think you'll be some big-shot hero while staying a nobody in here? We need to expand."

You scoffed at her wording, eyes flickering up to look at her in offense. "So you think I can't be successful on my own?"

"Y/N-"

"I get that there isn't much of a demand here, but I feel as though I am fulfilling my duties. I don't need to be famous to make an impact. I like it here."

"You aren't thinking long term. There simply isn't enough demand, and that has to change. I know it's hard but you have to trust me." She reached across the desk to hand you the papers, the gesture not received on your end.

Sasha called out your name as you muttered a dismissal from the meeting. You stood up as you gathered your stuff from her desk, packing up the discarded papers and other supplies. You knew you were being dramatic, but rightfully so. This was never discussed, nor did you ever think you would have to live in a foreign place. It was so painfully random and left field that you couldn't help but feel slighted that such a big decision was already made for you. Especially where foreigners weren't exactly welcomed and that thought alone made you nervous.

That night was hazy if you remember correctly. You didn't have anything to attend to, you just wanted out. You were worried sick about this new endeavor. You would have to say goodbye to everything you had built at home. The community, the friends, the experiences. All for this opportunity. You were an emotional mess and honestly, as you cringe thinking about it now, it wasn't that serious but it sure felt like it. You were only given a year to brace yourself for the inevitable, train, say goodbye to the people you were used to seeing every day, and on top of that, learn a whole new fucking language.

One thing you did remember correctly though was your manager calling you to check up. When it had slipped up that you were currently out drinking and sad about yourself, she hopped in her car and immediately came to your rescue to pick you up before you could do something stupid. The car ride was silent as she didn't want to chew you out then and make you feel any worse than you already did. When the time was right, she had thought up something to say. It was her words that stuck with you that made you start to reconsider this business decision.

"Listen, if I told you, I know that you would say no," Sasha said as she held your hand, voice softer than ever. "But I know you deserve better and bigger than this." She sits up a bit in her chair that sat on the side of your bed and properly tucked your hair back into your hair cover. "It's not because I don't think you're incapable. It's because I know you would stay here in this small town without growing and staying in your ways."

"But I like it here… I like the people. My family is here… the community needs me…" Your voice cracked at the end as tears started to spill from your eyes. "I can't just leave. it's more than the accolades, the fame. I want to make a change and I c-can't do that if I'm not here."

She hums as she brings you in for a hug, a twinge of hurt coming from her. Sasha felt awful seeing you like this, and she was aware that even when in her best intentions her decisions could be harsh. Even if she wanted nothing but to see you succeed, she wanted you to be happy too.

"Listen," She starts as she wipes your tears. "We'll figure something out, okay? You won't be abandoning this place. If I can secure a deal like this, I'm sure I can sway some more from the company to get you happy. Alright?"

You meekly nod, your overflow of emotions never stopping as you can't calm yourself. You were too destroyed to come around to the idea. You were terrified of the turn of options and all the drinking you did that night did not help one bit. You are so used to being well-liked, what would the world offer when you change from a small hero in your H/T to a big international one? To what lengths did you have to keep giving yourself up to make the higher-ups happy? Were you in over your head choosing this path?

These questions were justified, but it all came back to the same common theme: boxing yourself in. If you didn't want to do this, you would've called it quits long ago. But here you were, and even with all the villains you've taken down, this seemed scarier. Nothing is more frightening than putting yourself somewhere you are emotionally vulnerable. And for the lack of a better word, alone.

You'd have to start again, meet new people, start a new routine. How would you be able to adapt?

"You'll have a year and some change before you go over. I've already been scouting for the best Japanese tutors out there." She pulled back when it seemed as though your sobbing had subsided and she smiled. "I'll get you the best of the best and I'll be damned if you're not taken care of."

You nodded wordlessly and wiped the tears from your cheeks. She handed you your water bottle once you sit up, a hand on your back for support.

"So think about it, please. I know it's scary to think about, but this can help you. Seriously." She stands up and tidies up the area before gathering her stuff. "And you won't be alone, remember that."

She smiles before closing your bedroom door leaving you to your muddled thoughts.

Later on, it was revealed that your pairing would have the "organic" formation. You two would be put together for a few big missions and soon enough when the public would notice, that's when the process of being in a semi-duo would take effect. Your manager made sure to stress how it was important the two of you kept your individual identities to cover all basis. No fan will be completely pushed out of their comfort zone while you two could rely on each other when the job needed it. The other part of the deal was that you would be able to work almost more than half of the year in Japan whilst being able to use the other days to visit back to your country and most importantly your home town.

It was a win-win and you couldn't thank Sasha any more than you did when she relayed the news. When recounting it, you can vividly remember the amount of relief that washed over you to the point it made you emotional again. The feeling of embarrassment had also risen to the surface and you profusely apologized about the prior outbursts to the initial news. In manager fashion, she hushed you before reassuring you that it was her job to get her client right and out there. If you didn't have her, you honestly weren't sure where you'd be right now.

But unfortunately, the things you overthought about weren't exactly wrong either. Most of the things that popped up in your head had come to fruition, some worse than others. Being in a duo with a male counterpart was rough. Especially if he was hot young and (seemingly) a bachelor. People didn't like to see their fave with the opposite sex who seemed to be of that same description with the added addition that they don't come from the same background as well.

Recently after the WIRED interview, the fans were starting to come along to the idea much more than it seemed. Many more positive comments were starting to pop up online and now the public perception of your pairing was really starting to kick off.

There was a mixture of comments that ranged from, "Wow! They look so cute together" "You have to admit they do get the job done" to "I fucking hate XYZ" and we don't need to address the vulgar ones…

Of course, at first, you use to read those comments for hours. You'd be stuck on an unhealthy loop, emotions from high to low as it seemed there was never a day that didn't have all kinds of comments and interactions. Some days are better than others, and some days you'd have to force yourself to log off and do other things in your life. But all in all, the interview seemed to be a hit so now both your agencies are scrambling to book more to boost engagement.

You sigh as you stretch out onto your couch, thinking about how two years have been both hell and a blessing. You stare up at your ceiling as your phone locks, setting it on your coffee table.

The idea to message Sasha as you recounted past and recent memories started to poke at you. You still hesitate on the action though considering the fact you know she's always busy with her schedule. You feel a buzz and you pick up your phone, the text catching your attention.

Sasha-Sama 👯‍♀️

Are you up for going out today?

[->] Sent 13:34.

'speaking of the devil….' you smile and swipe up to correspond to her message.

You

depends. what am I leaving for?

[✓] Sent 13:35.

Sasha-Sama 👯‍♀️

I've got a client I want you to get closer with.

Management says it'll be good for you to get more acquainted with the heroes here. You might actually like her.

[✓] Sent 13:41.

You hum in curiosity, thinking about it a bit before replying.

You

who is it?

[✓] Sent 13:42.

Chat bubbles pop up on your screen and you watch as she types up her response. Today you were taking a very much-needed break for the week and you weren't too sure if you wanted to go out and do some crazy amount of networking.

Sasha-Sama 👯‍♀️

Mina and a few others are in the top 10 for Japan.

You may have met her already, at those galas a few times.

[✓] Sent 13:47.

Your brows quirk up at the name. You're quick to open Instagram, wanting to see a more personal image of her than the one you would see from a search engine.

Oh.

Yeah, you remembered her. She was lively for sure and everyone around her seemed to like her as well. Her page was a mix of official posts and personal ones, perfectly balancing out professional and niche drives to curate an audience. There were even a few posts that were shitposts too.

You were intrigued. Now that you thought about it, you didn't have any friends here… like at all. You spent most of your time focused on work, and if not that, then interacting with your fans in person and online. When you weren't doing either of those things, you were studying Japanese. Surely the studying paid off though with the additional advantage of living in the environment to grasp the content. One could even call your behavior shut-in, but could you blame yourself? Even with your determination to get yourself out there, it was hard. You were still trying to adjust to all of this, and you haven't hit your time mark to visit home just yet. Hell, you can't even remember the last time you got laid.

Your phone dinging catches your attention again and you realize that you hadn't got back to your manager yet.

Sasha-Sama 👯‍♀️

So is it a yes? I will be forwarding your number to her.

[✓] Sent 13:56.

You think a bit before coming to a decision but you need a bit more info first.

You

yes for now, but who else will be there?

you mentioned something about a few others.

[✓] Sent 13:59.

Sasha-Sama 👯‍♀️

Well, I know that Bakugo will be there, but I am not sure who the other people are. Just got in that it's actually not just the top 10, just a few other heroes around the province as well.

[✓] Sent 14:02.

You hesitate at the information on your screen. Bakugo is going to be there? You're not sure why, but a sense of anxiousness starts to flood you as you start to think about him in such a casual setting. You blink a few times as you rub your forehead, now starting to rethink your decisions.

Sasha-Sama 👯‍♀️

Y/N, you will be fine. I'm sending a car to pick you up at 18:30. Wear something… "cunty" and cute. There might be paps there so look good pls. 👀

[✓] Sent 14:05.

You groan loudly at her text and almost want to throw your phone. Is she for real? Even when you need to go out to meet people, it's still about your image. You wanted to text her your thoughts, but a better part of you knows that this outing is probably for your good. You just hoped that these people weren't controversial and this wouldn't be hard work to clean up anything that comes along with their bullshit. You doubted the idea as you remember how much your agency wants to push you to the public. Anything that could be a blip in your appearance was always scrapped and replaced. They were your last safety net to coast safely in this whole hero-ing thing if you were being honest.

You

Sasha… 😐

"cunty"??? PLEASE.

[✓] Sent 14:09.

Sasha-Sama 👯‍♀️

↳ Liked your picture.

🤷🏾‍♀️

Love you, N/N! And stay safe, you know to call me if anything is going on. 💪🏾

[✓] Sent 14:11.

You jokingly send a thumbs down in retaliation to her message, albeit hearting the message as you know she means well. Turning your head to the side, you find yourself staring back at your TV's black mirror. You still had a lot of time left so you decided to at least start prepping for the evening ahead of time.

To prevent the inevitable disruption of hunger, you make your way into the kitchen and decide to get something to eat. You prepare leftover protein to eat with noodles that you've wanted to try all week. It's like when you think of mixing a food combo but take forever to put it into fruition. In anticipation of your ingenious meal, you eagerly await its arrival as the smell taunts you as you wait.

Once it's done you are in no rush to scarf down your food. You even sit down at one of the high chairs on your island with a half-awake presence. It was no surprise that you woke up late today due to the fatigue that comes along with being a pro-heroin. You couldn't even recount the last time you sat down and ate a meal like this. Back in the day (why did you age yourself like that?) when you were in, H/T, you always had enough time to do everything. To experience everything. Yes, you felt blessed to be here even with how hard it's been, but to be able to just sit and relax was a whole new feeling of euphoria you haven't felt in a while. The feeling was pretty nice.

You scoff as you try to think about how things can change so fast. As you blankly stare at your surroundings, you map out the different things you should get to make your penthouse more "homey". It was a very nice and very, very, very expensive place. One that you were definitely not paying for yourself, one that your company took the liberty to do. You have only been able to get the basic things you need for a living space, and only some decorations to truly make it yours. Hell, you even had more clothes than furniture and dishes combined. But that was thanks to sponsors and of course, having to properly ration your paychecks. You had to admit your living space being taken care of for you was an immense help to begin with so you didn't want to complain too much.

Your phone buzzing on the couch successfully gains your attention and you can't help but sigh in annoyance. One thing to also note about being in Japan is that you were practically on call all the time. There was a reason you couldn't leave your phone on silent. You finish up your current bite before hopping down from your chair and trudging your way to your device. You light up upon the contact on your screen. It's an unknown number but the person messaging you makes themselves known in their message.

XXX-XXX-XXXX

hiya! this is Mina!! heard you were coming out with me tonight! 🤟

hope this is the right number lol

[✓] Sent 14:39.

You

Hey! Yes, this is the right number, haha.

My name's Y/N :)

[✓] Sent 14:40.

Mina

your name is SO CUTE! it really suits you <3

[✓] Sent 14:41.

Your heart flutters as you receive the compliment, a giddy grin spreading across your lips as you get more eager to contact her.

You

Thank you! I could say the same for you 🫶🏽

[->] Sent 14:42.

Your thumbs hover over your screen as you try to think of something else to say, not wanting the conversation to die so fast. She hasn't seen your message yet and hopes something comes out of this interaction. Deciding not to stress about it too much, you resume finishing your meal.

So many thoughts run through your mind as you try to prepare yourself for tonight. Even in your hometown, you didn't frequent clubs or bars often, especially not with well-established individuals your age either. It seemed as though Mina was nice enough but you had to factor in the fact Bakugo was going to be there. Then it was also the added stress that other people you didn't even know would be there as well.

You still have no real idea of Bakugo. He seemed pretty reserved, almost goody-two-shoes-like. But honestly, you're sure you gave off the same image as well. Something about him just gave… in the clean. Saying innocent felt like a stretch but you were starting to lean towards that with his mostly clean record. But that could easily be attributed to the fact there was no doubt his agency was probably paying out-of-pocket to keep the shit he does on the low. Maybe you should take it upon yourself to look into him…

Amid your inner thinking, you had decided to clean up the kitchen after your brunch. Having just finished eating, you are now cleaning your dishes. Some dishes were left in the sink and strewn about, but the place thankfully wasn't a pigsty. You rest your hands on the edge of the sink, thinking about the many ways tonight can go before reminding yourself that any time you have tried to predict the future, shit has always gone left field. You hum as you shut the tap water off when you finish and push off the sink to find a towel to dry your hands with. You make your way back to your phone and sit down on one of the high-up chairs as you check your phone.

Mina

this is sort of sudden, but do you want to go shopping with me tonight? figured you don't have that many friends anyways

we can get to know each other!

[✓] Sent 14:57.

Well damn. She ain't have to say it like that. You feel a tad embarrassed at the wording but make up your mind anyway. You itch the back of your neck as you reply immediately.

You

Of course! I would love to. When should I get ready?

[✓] Sent 14:59.

Mina

i figured you'd say yes lol. omw what's your address?

[✓] Sent 15:00.

Your brows shoot up at the late notice and hesitate a bit. You look at the time before deciding to go along with it anyways.

You

000-0000 Shibuya-ku

[✓] Sent 15:03 P.M.

Mina

sweet! will be there soon 😉

[✓] Sent 15:04.

— ✮ ★ ☆ —

"Hey!" Mina calls out from her car as soon as the windows are rolled down. "You are so much cuter in person!" She unlocks her doors and gives you a wink as you bashfully laugh at her friendly flirting.

"Thank you, you too." You smile as you get in and adjust yourself. You look around as you get settled and admire the layout. You still have yet to get your license and being driven around could sometimes get tiring.

"I was thinking that we should go to that new store in that big shopping district mall in the district. They usually have cute stuff on sale there." Mina suggests. She expertly pulls off and looks over at you with a grin before reaching over to playfully nudge you. "No need to be so tense around me! I totally get you are probably really nervous. Don't worry, I can get you hooked up." She smirks as she looks back at the road, giving you a small glance before she finishes her thought. "In more ways than one…"

"A-Ah, I'm not too sure about that one." You nervously laugh. "If I'm being honest I haven't done anything at all since I've been here… especially, that."

With the gasp she let out, you would think that you just told her you work for the League of Villains. As she reaches a red light she looks over at you with a shocked look, completely flabbergasted at your admission.

"Are you serious?!"

"Completely."

"Not even joking?"

"I am so serious."

"...how?" She looks away completely in silence and scoffs. "Doesn't matter anyways, we'll get you laid in no time~"

You chuckle at her determination and shake your head. "To be honest I'm not really in the mood for that stuff… I kind of like being by myself. It's way less stressful."

"Well, no one said you have to be committed. A little fun once in a while doesn't hurt."

You hum in agreement and rest your arm on the armrest. Mina wasn't completely wrong, but you were totally out of the loop by now. You had to leave behind all of your suitors and sneaky links in H/T. Even then you were too busy with work. There were moments when you wanted to get out there for some sort of excitement to ease your boredom, but nothing ever came of it. Your desire to relinquish your needs always ends with you, your toys, and your imagination. A bit devastating if you think about it too hard.

The bustling shopping district Nina talked about isn't too far from your place and you have also learned that Mina lived pretty close to you as well. There are so many people moving about; lots of people doing their things and plenty who seemed to recognize you both. Luckily, she knew of some ways to avoid crowds.

By the time you two had made it to the mall, basically half an hour and then some had passed. Mina sucked her teeth as she looked at her phone to check the time, her manicured nails tapping against the screen as she spoke to you.

"Ah, who cares? The place is pretty laid back. Being a little late might make you look cooler."

Mina had persuaded you to stop by her favorite boba cafe near the newly opened stores. And surely after reassuring you a bit, she had convinced you to let her take care of the spending for today (although you decided in your head that you'd pay her back).

She grins at you as she finally puts her phone away to look at the menu board. You watch as she effortlessly orders her usual at the kiosk. You attempted to keep up with her movements but it proved to be a difficult task. This pink-haired girl was much more assertive and bold than you thought she would be. Everything she did was done with such confidence and carefree energy that you felt mesmerized by how she carried herself. Though her bluntness did shock you a bit from time to time. The way she talks to you is like you two have known each other for years instead of the fact you two have only greeted each other in passing at formal events. It was her unique sense of being a girl's-girl that made it much easier to get more comfortable with her.

The wait for the drinks doesn't take that long and soon enough you two are on your way to the clothing store. You admired everywhere around and swore to yourself to go out more often. You hadn't realized all the cool stuff you had been missing by just focusing on furthering your career. You were pretty amazed at how the store you were visiting occupied two whole floors, with another giant store on top of it as well.

You and Mina were separate in the store since you two were looking for different things. You were looking for a new pair of bottoms while she looked for accessories on the floor below. You mindlessly sifted through the clothes on the racks not sure what you were looking for specifically. Periodically you'd look out the window and admire the view outside, the day's sky shifting to a more dreamy sunset tone. The music you couldn't recognize softly played in the background, but the ambiance of the 2000-early 2010s feel certainly encapsulated the store.

You find yourself humming softly to the tunes though, a bit shocked that you could understand some of it. Some songs and artists you could recognize while some seemed to be either Japanese or from a different place entirely. As you paid half attention to the clothes while the other half tried listening to the music, the next artist that comes in makes you stop. You're unmoving in your spot and look around as you listen closely, a smile spreading across your lips as the tune properly makes its way to your ears.

It was a song from J. Cole and shockingly enough it was uncensored too. You lightly laugh to yourself as they tend to do this, playing foreign songs with the cuss words on full blast without a care in the world. You couldn't quite place your finger on which song it was though and it seemed as though the song was about to finish anyways.

Soon enough you can find a pair of pants that would suit the outfit and idea you had in mind have half a mind to try it on. You find your way through the options as the song unfolds, looking at the different clothes on your way to the dressing rooms. You softly hum along to the song although making sure not to be too loud. Lord knows you already stick out like a sore thumb, but god, you did love a good J. Cole song.

As the unnamed song comes to a finish, you are on your way to find the dressing rooms. A courteous attendant asks normal customer service questions before leaving you to be in your presence. It's not long before the next song plays and it so happens to be another J. Cole song, except you knew this song very well.

You breathe out a laugh as the intro starts to play and you have to keep your excitement in. You could hear the song much clearer in this section as it was more closed in than the rest of the other area. Despite the music being clearer now, the faint chatter around did indicate you were not alone, and many people liked this store as well.

'note to self: find the furthest stall to avoid any confrontation with anyone else.' You thought to yourself and continued your venture to the furthest spot.

By the time you had made it to the back, it seemed like there was one last stall at the end of the hall. At first glance, it seemed as though it was empty, but as you grew close, you noticed the door was ajar. You had half a mind to barge in but what you saw in the changing room made you freeze.

A familiar tuff of blonde hair and a toned figure dawning in a dark green tank that complimented his tan skin caught your eye. Your gaze followed the chain that adorned his masculine neck, his strong shoulders were next to fall into view, and his well-defined back that his shirt that perfectly molded to his skin was last. You could see he was hunched over in a position that didn't seem as though he was trying something on, but still moving nonetheless. A soft gasp that's immediately hushed makes you look up and your eyes widen. The sound was way too feminine, and it certainly was not from you. Another noise makes you squint, trying to see what was going on.

"Stop teasing me," She whispers to him and that's when you finally realize what the hell was going on.

Before you could turn around a pair of eyes makes contact with yours through the reflection of the mirror and you suck in a quiet breath at the fact now you have been caught. The reflection of his deep scarlet eyes showed no direct emotion and you couldn't read what he was feeling, much less thinking. His movements continued without faltering though and another soft sound of encouragement followed his actions. One thing was clear and there was no mistaking it: you could see him and Bakugo could see you. You know that you should leave. However, now you are dangerously curious and confused. The worst part is that you were frozen in shock.

Prettily manicured fingers lightly glide over his shoulders and trace his tanned skin before finding its way to lose itself in his hair. You could hear her question what he was looking at before guiding him to pay his full attention to her once again. It's when he breaks eye contact you can finally break out of your trance.

It was at that moment that the song over speakers reached your ears again and the irony that hangs through the air is almost laughable. No longer wanting any part in listening or seeing this go down, you swiftly turn around and walk away pretending nothing happened in the hope to find the furthest stall away from him.

When you find a stall you immediately close the door and throw the store's clothes onto the side. You rub your temples and close your eyes, another sigh leaving your lips for the millionth time today. Much to your dismay, closing your eyes didn't ease the impending headache that was about to hit, nor did it halt the memory of what you just witnessed. Your mind only brought the visualization of what you just saw to the forefront. You purse your lips as it didn't help that her voice accompanied the memory.

'it started off real innocent my ass.' You thought to yourself as that part of the song over the speakers made its way to your ears. When you open your eyes you're met with your reflection in two mirrors and have no other choice but to look at yourself. You felt like you were going crazy and rightfully so! You weren't innocent yourself, no, but have some damn grace. To be so careless like that, you're starting to realize that the coworker you thought you had a general idea of is way off.

But what did this make you? You stood there and watched them. Not for long, but long enough. Long enough that he saw you. Bakugo knew you were standing there and didn't do anything about it. At first, you thought that his expression was unreadable, but the more you thought about it, you had completely missed the challenging look in his eyes.

The piercing look of instigation with a hint of his curiosity. It was as if it was a look of provocation. As if… beckoning you to try something. Or are you desperately trying to justify why you watched two people doing lewd acts to each other while you just stood there in shock? One of them being your partner in fighting against crime.

You harshly scoff and turn around to avoid looking at yourself to hopefully put off letting it run through your head any longer. You start to strip your clothes off and face the door as you get undressed. As your mind starts to clear, you hear the song playing over the speakers and can't help but humorlessly laugh at the fact the song was about to finish. It had only been what? Almost four minutes and this whole thing had you in shambles. It would've been easier to handle if you didn't have to see him so soon—as in literally a couple of hours—but nope, your dumbass decided to go out today. To, "network". To have fun.

After finishing your haul you have long forgotten any songs playing over the speaker and now you just wanted to leave this store without encountering those two ever again, actually. Unfortunately, never seeing them again isn't an option, and making sure not to cross paths with them for now will be quite the challenge.

You slam the door open and accidentally startle the other shoppers due to your outburst. While apologizing profusely you hear a familiar voice call out to you, a wave of relief hitting over you once you realize it's Mina.

"Ready to check out?" Mina asks, completely unaware of what just happened. You wordlessly nod your head as you follow behind her, ready to get out of this place as fast as possible.

— ✮ ★ ☆ —

The club's music did not disappoint. Admittedly, you have been to a few clubs here and there that completely sucked. Like… really bad. The clubbing scene is totally different and it was clear that the culture here was adversely opposite of what you were used to. Not to say that every club you went to back in H/T was spectacular, but you could at least anticipate people having a ball and throwing ass. Consequently, you were pleasantly surprised by the one you were invited to since you chalked it up to cultural differences. However, it may have just been that you needed to find places that worked for you.

As aforementioned, you and Mina did end up arriving late but it seemed as though many of the other people in your party were milling about and having fun anyways to pay attention to that fact. You met a few others that your manager had briefly mentioned and had the pleasure to meet.

The first was Momo, a hero that had lots of prestige and was very kind. She often modeled but did other charity work as well. She had offered to put in a good word for you as she deeply admired your beauty. The next was another woman, Hagakure. You had heard about her before, and somehow her outgoing presence and energy rivaled Mina's. The downside though you knew to keep your distance since she seemed a lot more.. chaotic which is why you had already known about her prior.

Then there were the other guys there. Denki who was practically Mina's partner in crime, and another one whose name is Sero. He was pretty chill, not going to lie pretty cute too. He had a level of nonchalant charm that had you intrigued. The top hero of the country who everyone knew and loved was also rumored to make an appearance, but Sero advised you not to hold your breath. It was a whole workaround just to get the top three heroes in a public setting like this even when they could find refuge in the V.I.P section such as this one. It was a miracle that the second top hero—Dynamight A.K.A Bakugo Katsuki—was in attendance that night as well. Women and even men were always trying to find opportunities to throw themselves onto their desired hero, hoping that they'll be, "the one". The thought always made you laugh at the insanity of it all. Throughout the interaction, you did find yourself swayed to chat it up with him. He seemed sweet and Sero was honestly a calm breath of fresh air compared to the vibrant personalities that you have met so far. Even with how well you two were kicking it off, it did feel like something was looming around. Almost as if someone was watching you.

You assumed that you'd be safe on the terrace as there were a handful of people out there too. When you looked around you couldn't see anyone, and it seemed as though everyone was doing their own thing and partying. You're not sure how but at a certain point you two had gotten closer in distance, thighs touching and personal space becoming slim. You'd lean into his ear so he could "hear you better", his calloused hand resting on your knee that touched his and you had to admit that you didn't want it to stop. The small amount of liquid courage was making this easier for you. The alcohol gave you a level of confidence that made your words have a lighthearted cadence to them, much more fluid than when you are sober and worrying if your vocabulary is fluent and with the trends.

"D'you wanna dance?" Sero proposed. There was a playful grin on your face and you were more than welcome to oblige.

"I'd love to."

Both of your bodies are close and you can feel his strong hands on your hips. There is no space in between and there was no mistaking that you could feel his,,, friend down there. But you welcomed it. You even pulled his arms closer and ground against him. It had been a while since you have danced like this and he was cute enough for you to let this continue.

While feeling the rhythm (and his obvious boner and shifty hands) you catch the attention of someone you weren't expecting. You're too into feeling the motions of your environment to properly be stunned but it was no mistake that it was the same guy you vowed to avoid until further notice, Bakugo. You two never break eye contact as you tilted your head to the side, the horny male behind you taking it as a sign to kiss your neck. Your brows scrunch in pleasure as his lips are undoubtedly skilled, his teeth teasing your skin numerous times but not deep enough to leave any marks. Your hands find their way to tangle in his hair, egging him on to continue.

Bakugo's eyes are intense just like you had witnessed in the changing room. It seemed as though he had no plans on breaking eye contact with you and it scared you in a way that he was unwavering. While you cowered coming across him and his presumed girlfriend, he openly stared at you. Another challenging look with confidence oozing from him. Just when a hand starts to wander a little south on your body, he starts to move towards you and now you're starting to get anxious.

Breaking eye contact, you're quick to turn around in Sero's hold, an apologetic expression on your face.

"Too much?" Sero asks, his hand coming up to wipe a strand of hair from your face and you shake your head.

"I have to run to the restroom real quick, okay?" You squeeze his hand before leaving and take a few steps before actively making your way in the opposite direction in which Bakugo was going.

Your eyes search desperately for the bathrooms and much to your relief signs were pointing in that direction. Despite all of the dancing bodies and other people trying to make it around as well, you can find refuge and go into the restroom. You immediately walk up to the sink on the furthest side of the room and place your hands on the ledge of the sink. A deep sigh comes from you as you try to calm yourself down knowing that you were starting to get too cocky outside.

What the hell even was that?

You have had your fair share of rendezvous' and sneaking around, but never have you made eyes at someone's boyfriend or whatever the fuck he was to her. Everything about today was going way too fast, and you were sure you were going to need another drink.

You turn on the water and grab a paper towel to wet, applying the wet paper to clean off your face and skin. You were right about one thing though: Sero was pretty skilled and you wondered how he was able to contain himself and not mark your skin. Had it been any other bumbling idiot, you would've had to be covering up your neck and shoulders with makeup for a good few days or so.

You bend down to catch the water instead, fully committing to the idea that you'll reapply your makeup, if any, before leaving the bathroom to get yourself together. As you try to sober yourself up you hear the door open and close behind you and pay it no mind. The running water of the sink distracts you for a hot minute before it hits you that there was no movement at all after the door had initially opened. You turn off the water and turn around, a sharp gasp coming from you as you fully take in who's at the door.

"Having fun?" Bakugo asks in a tone you've never heard before. It was deeper, a light husk to it rather than his regular monotonous or rambunctious tone. He steps closer and you back up, trying to create more space between you. He scoffs at the action, stepping forward again and watching as you have nowhere else to go. You have no other choice but to watch him slowly make his way up to you, and you aren't sure what to expect.

"Bakugo," You start but fail to continue. What do you even say to him, how do you even start? Your mouth opens and closes as you try to collect yourself making him chuckle.

"Keep going and you might turn into a fish."

His mockery successfully makes you close your mouth and glare at him. Bakugo's calloused hand reaches out and softly touches your neck, tracing where Sero's lips once were. His thumb lightly traces your skin, a low hum in approval at how his work is pretty much unnoticeable.

"You shouldn't be in here." Your voice is low and timid. He grins at your words and places his hands on your hips, pushing you to sit back on the counter behind you. You curse yourself for choosing the last sink in the corner and you curse yourself for responding so easily to his touch. "And we shouldn't be like this either." You try to reason more with yourself more than anything.

He scoffs out a laugh and leans in close to your ear, lips brushing against your skin. "Why not? It's just us."

"But that… girl?" You lightly pull away from him and place your hands behind you to support yourself. His face shows confusion for a split second when he merely pulls inches away from you.

"Camie?" Bakugo's cocky demeanor returns as he slides his hands from your hips to your thighs, parting them enough to fit himself between them. "So it really was you at the store, eh? Didn't know my partner was such a pervert."

The nerve. He was the one who left the door ajar. If anything, you should be calling him the pervert.

"I-I wasn't trying to, you left the door open." You counter back, eyes narrowing in response. He lightly shrugs before moving in to kiss the opposite side of your neck Sero left untouched and places an open kiss on your skin.

"Must've forgot."

A humorless laugh comes from you in reaction to his answer, a soft gasp following in its footsteps. His teeth sink into your skin and you are sure that, unlike your first pick for the night, Bakugo definitely left a mark. You softly whimper as he places his right hand on your waist to press your body closer to his. Your back arches into his and you move your head to welcome his rough kisses, the stimulation undoubtedly reawakening the lust you had on the dance floor. His hand on your hip grips your thigh and slips its way to the middle of your legs, wasting no time pressing the pads of his fingers against your heat.

You moan at the pressure and hurriedly press your lips together in embarrassment. Your eyes are closed to avoid making eye contact with him as you already know he was gearing up to tease you.

"Shit, when was the last time you got fucked, princess?" Bakugo grips your cheeks and forces you to open your eyes. There's no way he expects you to answer with his grip, and you're sure he's not expecting it anyways. "Soy sauce face ain't do it for ya'?"

You look up at him with a dazed and confused look, the look in your eyes making him groan. The nicknames he picked were certainly unique, and you can't quite pinpoint why he coined Sero that; much less what their connection to each other is. He was under the assumption that like him you were actively 'busy' in your free time. You certainly weren't if that wasn't evident with how receptive you are to his touch.

"I'll get you all fixed up, baby," Bakugo leans in close to your lips, "make you forget all about that dunce's face." He finishes the declaration with a kiss, his grip softening on your cheeks and then moving to your neck.

The kiss, albeit sloppy, intoxicated you. His lumps were plump and soft, a hard contrast to his strong and calloused hands that held your thigh and waist. His tongue brushes against your lower lip asking for an entrance and you gladly allow him entrance. You moan as his tongue dominates your mouth, his wet muscle caresses yours with passion.

Your hands now gripped onto his strong shoulders like that other girl once did. You can't help but think about her, your thoughts starting to cloud about the two of them. You pull away as you start to feel guilty, a string of saliva connecting you two as you part.

"What's wrong?" Bakugo wipes the string of saliva away, a soft pant to his words as he collects himself.

"I just can't, Bakugo. You have a girlfriend."

"She's not my girl, not like that," Bakugo reassures, his thumb pressing against your lip before moving his finger to press various pecks against your lips. "I ain't never did this before, but I've had my eye on you for a while." The confession shamefully made you blush. You had always thought he was attractive but never thought deeper about it. Even a few days ago from the WIRED interview you never made the move to ask or even care about getting to know him. But here you were, sitting on a random club's sink with him between your luscious thighs.

Your cumbersome thoughts start to lose their way as he leans in to kiss you again, your worries washing away when his soft lips find yours. His kiss is overwhelmingly commanding and you love it. You were used to guys taking a more passive approach with you and the lack of control his kiss held undoubtedly made you more responsive to him. Even with that distinction from before, the kiss now is more controlled this time and his composure shows he meant business now. His tongue works smoothly against yours and doesn't shy away from wrestling with yours. You were so enraptured by the kiss you hadn't noticed his left hand had slipped into the front of your bottoms, the feeling of his fingers pressing against your clothed cunt making you buck into his hand.

You whimper as he continues his stroking, your hands never letting up their hold on his strong shoulders. His fingers welcome your grinding and he pulls away from the kiss to look down at the spot between your hips and watches in interest.

"Bakugo—"

"Katsuki," Bakugo corrects you and tilts your chin down to maintain eye contact with you once again.

You bite your lip and your eyes flutter closed once he presses his fingers against your clit eliciting a breathier moan from you.

"Say it and I'll put them in, Y/N." He lets his fingers slip down to collect your slick, the tips of his fingers lightly pressing at your entrance before tracking back up to play with your clit again.

"K-Kat," Your jaw locks up at his diddling, a frustrated pout adorning your features as you try to keep up with him. "I—thought you said you haven't done this before, hm?"

He lightly laughs at your accusation, softly shaking his head at your confusion. "Messin' around like this, princess." His eyes flicker down at your movements and softly groans.

"So it's not about me being a foreigner?"

"That too," The question gets a genuine laugh from him, his brow raising in amusement as he slips in a finger whilst he answers. "used to stealing other people's girl's, not the other way around."

"Shit!" Your fingers grip his tank top and you bring him in for another kiss. His experience is clear in the way he maintains his rhythm in both his kiss and fingering your sopping cunt. Bakugo slips in another finger when you start to lubricate more, a lewd squelch welcoming in his digits.

He curls his fingers to find your soft g-spot, his touch delicate but rough at the same time. You were a vocal one for sure and he loved it. When he presses his palm against your once abandoned clit, your sounds let him know how much you appreciated the attention again. You two break the kiss when you both need time to breathe, lips still very much pressed against one another as you two take each other in.

"Katsuki, fuck-"

"You're close aren't you, pretty girl?" He hums and you nod your head in confirmation. He barely reacts when your nails press into his skin, his eyes scanning the way your body reacts to his movements and how unabashedly expressive you were. So many other women were always focused on how pretty they looked and wanted to be prettier and more memorable than the last the young man encountered. You seemed so natural and into it and he greatly admired it. His crush that he has developed on you for some time now was growing for sure and it was all by chance that it was panning out like this. At this point he didn't care if you were using him to get your rocks off, he wanted to see you like this more often.

With bliss written across your face, your orgasm washes over you in an artful visual. Bakugo had grown to love all your expressions and this one by far might be his favorite. Your brows were scrunched as you released, eyes closed and your mouth shaped like an "O". When you opened back up your eyes to look at him, he knew what you were asking for. Bakugo softly sweet-talks you as you come down, his fingers slowing to a stop before pulling from your pants to lick his fingers.

You're a mess, a light pant to your breath as you watch him lick up your essence from his digits. You move to palm his hard-on, but his other hand immediately stops you.

"Fuck me, Katsuki." You mumbled against his lips, the look in your eyes showing nothing but a lustful plea.

"Not yet, princess," Bakugo answers back in the same manner, his lips brushing against yours as a way to tease before pulling away. "Can't spoil you too much now, can I?" He gives you a look over and scoffs at your dumbfounded seemingly fucked out state.

You call out his name as he washes up and leaves you behind in the bathroom.

You sit on the counter and stare at the door in shock. Your body felt like it was on fire. Your panties were now soaked and to add fuel to the fire you were left horny as fuck.

You slump against the corner and roll your eyes in exasperation. You no longer wanted to go back out and the pull to get another drink quickly died once you found yourself getting drunk on lust from what just occurred. You press your thighs together and groan at how Bakugo successfully blue-balled you both. You knew he was hard as fuck too the way his dick pressed against your thigh confirmed it.

You tilt your head to the side to observe yourself and have to admit you look a hot mess. Your eyes are half-lidded, you weren't sure how but your hair was a mess and now your once clear neck is now adorned in marks from Bakugo's rough kisses. You look away from the mirror and begrudgingly hop off the counter, the need to go home and take a shower finally reaching its way to your nervous system.

You

hey girlie, I'm heading out for the night. thanks for hanging out with me! 🫶🏽

[->] Sent 1:24 A.M.

You make sure to text Mina to avoid any miscommunication of you randomly disappearing during the night. You took your time to gather yourself not wanting to leave until you were ready. Once you leave the bathroom, you make a beeline towards the terrace needing to grab your things before having to leave in a cab for home.

"Leaving already?" A male's voice behind you makes you turn around.

"Ah, Sero," You smile apologetically as you properly face him. "I just… I'm not feeling well all of a sudden…" It was a shit lie and you knew it. You couldn't think of a better excuse but it wasn't a complete lie either. After your encounter with Bakugo, you needed to spend the night preferably alone.

Sero nods his head and gives you a warm smile. "I get it. Could I uh… get your phone maybe? Only if you're comfortable."

"Oh!" You light up and nod your head. "Yeah, of course."

After searching his pockets, Sero pulls out his phone and hands it to you. You quickly type in your number right before getting the notification on your own device that your ride is ready.

"It was nice meeting you, Sero." You lean up to kiss him on the cheek, leaving not too long after. It was a bit hard moving through the crowd but you were able to leave, and hopefully, you would be able to go home without any trouble tonight.

But what you didn't know was some people were paying attention and saw that whole exchange.

Quite a few, actually.

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red--story-writer · 8 months

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May i please request a part 2 to baki x male reader where he takes his hoodie this time a nsfw where baki fucks him in his hoodie please 👉👈

your wish will finally be granted today~💕

' hoodie stealer '

part 2

Baki x male reader! NSFW! Daddy Kink!

Minors, stay off.

It's late in the evening as Baki returns from his meeting with Hanayama...it wasn't supposed to take that long.

Baki enters the house and immediatly calls for (your name), without getting a answer. he closes the door behind him and checks the other rooms before he goes in the bedroom.

he sees (your name) having a angry look at Baki as he goes through the doorframe.

" hun..." Baki lowers his head with a little smile.

" where were you. and why were you gone so long. " (your name) sits on the bed in another hoodie from Baki...only got knows where he found it.

"forgive me..I shouldn't have stayed away that long.." he makes his way towards you and looks with puppy eyesin forgiveness at you.

you frown your forehead and look at him. "what's behind your back?."

"a present...as apology...but...you gotta show me your smile first" the young hanma smiles a little at you and stands infront of the bed.

"undeserved." you look away with a pounty face and hide a part of your face in the big sleeves of the hoodie.

"and even so, you try hiding a smile.."

you indeed try hiding a smile.

Baki chuckles and leans over to you, giving you a kiss on your cheek and holds a bouquet of your favorite flowers infront of you and a box of chocolate.

"will you forgive me?.." your eyes spot the flowers and chocolate and immediatly reach for them. a mumbled "maybe..." leaves your mouth.

Baki lays his hand on your cheek and turns your head over to him, you look in his spruce brown eyes...they catch you every time and there's nothing you can do against it...your heart races and goosebumps appear all over your body.

the both of you lean towards eachother, your lips softly touching eachother before the two of you go over into a long and passionate kiss..

you feel Baki's hands moving over your body and pinning you on the bed with slight pressure. his lips seperate from yours and move down to your neck. his big and gentle hands exploring your body..

a slight tremble rushes over your body as Baki's hand moves along your member, a pleasuring feeling fills your body.

Baki rips his pants off of him and shortly after you feel something pressing against your hole. your legs immediatly wrap around his waist, your hands on his body.

a soft moan slips off your tongue, you can feel the erection of your member, caused by Baki's hands who gently and steady rub it.

his voice is deep and endlessly filled with lust. "who am I?~~"

your body trembles even more hearing his voice "m-my boyfriend~~" your voice is a bit squeaky and clearly submissive

"wrong~~." with a hard pound he rams his member in your hole causing and ensures that you yell out a loud moan.

he asks again "who am I?~~." his voice a bit stricter.

"I-I don't-" you don't even get to finish your sentence but with his next and ever harder pound, you finally scream out what he wants to hear " Daddy!!!~~~~"

"now you got it~~." a bride smile shows on his face, he sucks on your neck and starts punding you fast and rough.

your nails burry in his back and chest, your moans are like music for Baki...a pleasure.

his body presses close against yours. you can feel the pleasure in ever part of your body. each time he thrusts his member inside you, you thrust up.

"i wanna hear it again~~." a hard slam makes you feel like your heart skipped a beat " Daddy please!!!~~~" moaning fills the bedroom until your breathing starts to strike und your lungs begin to gasp for air, It's as if there's no air left.

his hand stil lays tight around your member and rubbing it.you feel the pressure increasing and with a strong and fast smal in your hole, you take a deep breath and realease your cum all over his stomach and up to his chest.

you're paralyzed and don't even feel him filling you too, your hands and feet cramp and drool runs out of your mouth.

Baki whipes the droll of your face with a chuckle "what's wrong princess?~~." he smirks at you, enjoying the view knowing very well that he pleasured you more than well.

your legs are still wraped around his neck and eith your arms wrapping around his neck you pull him close, only a little whisper managing to leave your mouth "stay....a bit...longer...." .

he smiles and both your eyes close, your bodys tight and close together, leading you in a deep and good sleep.

#reader #story #character #character x reader #baki #kaoru hanayama #baki hanma #doppo orochi #gouki shibukawa #katsumi orochi #baki dou #baki the grappler x reader #baki the grappler #baki son of ogre #baki gaiden scarface #baki gaiden

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always-andromeda · 2 years

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Eating Out | Eddie Munson x fem!Reader

Eddie Munson x fem!Reader

Word Count | 3,422

Summary | Eddie can't afford to take you out to dinner. Naturally, he decides to treat you to an enlightening night at Chez Eddie.

Author’s Note | remember that time I said I'd write a thing where Eddie rails you after making you dinner??? so yeah, about that, I slightly adjusted the idea to make a pun with the title...if y'all want a sequel, I am very up for it (I'm begging, please someone give me an excuse to write a sequel because if y'all want it I will do it, I know we're gonna need some fun content after the new episodes come out tomorrow lol)

Warnings | smut (MDNI), oral (male receiving), mentions of drugs, nothing else I can think of!!

Eddie Munson hates spending money on dates. He's not a cheapskate. It's just that he can't exactly spend money he doesn't have. Sure, he does odd jobs around the trailer park to make some cash on the side and gets paid in singles to play at that hole in the wall bar in Hawkins. But it's nowhere near the kind of money that would allow him to take you somewhere like Enzo's. Enzo's wouldn't be his speed anyways. If he walked into a joint like that, they'd tell him to march right back out of there after their eyeballs were done popping out of their sockets.

He loves you. God, he loves you immensely. But he'd rather pitch himself into the quarry than treat you to fine dining. That doesn’t matter anyways, he has a better idea in mind.

Eddie tells you to come to his trailer after school on Friday night. His uncle is working. You are already well acquainted with this routine. You come with minimal makeup (Eddie will end up making it run anyways) and a short skirt with panties he can easily pull aside. But when you’re knocking on the trailer door and he opens it, it’s not the Eddie you’re used to seeing.

He’s wearing a white t-shirt that’s a little too small on him, as if it’s been a few years since he’d first gotten it. The most shocking part is the bowtie sitting right above his collarbone. It's not real, of course, but drawn on. You can see the marker streaks that reveal how he attempted to spruce up the ill-fitting garment. Your mouth hangs open at the fabric stretching across his chest, accentuating the full shape of his torso and exposing his midriff. Somehow, it’s more suggestive than if he didn't have a shirt on.

“Good evening, mademoiselle. Are you ready for an extravagant night at Chez Eddie?” He asks with a wink and a smile that shows he knows exactly what he's doing with the ensemble. His jeans hang dangerously low as he sways his hips ever so slightly. He knows exactly what’s running through your mind as you drink up his delectable figure.

You cough and bring your gaze back to his eyes, “Excuse me?” You stare at him, brow raised. You’re used to his antics by now, but this was a new one.

Eddie rolls his eyes, “Just come inside, you dork.”

Then you’re wandering in the dim trailer where Eddie has set up a fold up table in the middle of the tiny living room. Two fold up chairs are pushed in on either side of the table.

Eddie leads you to the chair that faces away from the kitchen and pulls it out, saying, “Sit. Dinner will be out shortly.”

He disappears behind you. You hear him moving things around in the kitchen and it finally sets in what he’s trying to do. You smile and look down at your hands. There’s even a little candle on the table! Wait…that’s-- that’s a stick of butter that Eddie stuck a rolled up toilet paper wick in on a plate. You’re taken aback but still smitten at the effort.

A few seconds later, Eddie comes around with two bowls, setting one down in front of you and the other on his side of the table.

“From our esteemed Chef Campbell we have…chicken noodle soup.” You hold back a giggle when you see the familiar watery soup of your childhood, little pieces of chicken and vegetables floating along the surface. Eddie has lived in the trailer park with his uncle long enough that he knows how to get by when it comes to food. He has a taste for junk food, knows how to mix things together to make something that’s just edible enough. Your tastes must be a little more refined, he figures.

So he had pulled out some of the dried herbs and spices from the kitchen cabinet that never got used. Fuck, they’re so old that the expiration date has long since passed. Eddie just shrugged. That just means the flavor has faded a little, right? He’ll just have to use a little extra.

Thyme? He’s got all the time in the world for it. Rosemary? Sounds nice. Oregano? Fuck yeah. Chef Campbell can make a mean soup, but Eddie is a wizard with seasonings.

When the spoon is in your mouth, you're hit with the flecks of flavor that don't quite make sense together. But Eddie looks at you with an anticipation that forces you to smile through the strange bite.

"It's good!" you chirp.

Eddie grins and holds his hands up, "What can I say? You've got a man who knows his way around a kitchen, princess."

No, I absolutely do not.

But you laugh and take another spoonful of the soup. If this will make him happy, then you can suffer through the assault on your taste buds.

The next course is grilled cheese, though it's quite obvious that Eddie had burned the bread while cooking it. That's the one Eddie gets nervous about. With money being so tight, it had been a while since he or his uncle went grocery shopping. He only had so many pieces of bread left. He tried to keep an eye on them as they cooked. But it was just his luck that in the few minutes he took to rifle through the fridge, looking for a drink option, the kitchen became engulfed in the bitter charred stench. Hoping you would notice, he sprayed some artificial floral air freshener and scraped the burnt bits of bread off the side he'd overcooked.

You actually didn't mind the grilled cheese too much. Sure, it wasn't the prettiest sandwich to look at, but it tasted alright. The plastic cheese was overpowered by the toasted bread that tore at the roof of your mouth. Your throat overwhelmingly dry, you drank from the glass of liquid that Eddie poured out for you. Apple juice. Thank god. You could drink apple juice all day if it got the rancid aftertaste of the soup out of your mouth.

About an hour had passed since you'd first arrived. The butter candle had long since burned out, leaving you mostly in the dark. The sun was quickly disappearing from the view of the living room window and you wonder when the dinner will be over and the real fun part of the night will arrive. Being around Eddie was always fun. But nothing beats the feeling of his hands running over your thighs and up your shirt. And as the night gets later, you clench your thighs more and more, impatiently waiting for some sort of relief.

"Now, we have our dessert!" Eddie walks back into view. “This one is extra special.”

In both his hands is a plate. A sad, lumpy cake placed on top. You can tell that he must've ran into some sort of problem during the baking process.

Of course Eddie couldn't make a boring old box cake mix without it turning into a fiasco. The cake mix was old, but the frosting had been the only thing he’d splurged to get. What goes better with chocolate cake with chocolate frosting? He was no cake decorator and he was pretty sure he was supposed to let it cool before frosting it, but who cares? It was gonna taste damn delicious anyways.

“Wanna have the first slice?” He hands you a butter knife, excitement and obvious pride in his eyes. He looks almost like a little kid with his big brown eyes, waiting for you to praise him for the dinner’s grand finale.

But the top is sunken in. And you know exactly what that means. Still, you slice into the cake and grimace a little when the insides start to run from the piece you’ve removed.

"Um--" Eddie looks at you expectantly and you clear your throat, "Baby, it's a little...underdone..."

Eddie scrunches up his nose at the sight of the cut open cake, the inside oozing out, "You gotta be shitting me. I followed the directions exactly." If he hadn’t thrown the box away already, he’d be scanning the package, double checking that he’d added every ingredient. Maybe…maybe the weed had messed up the mixture somehow? He’d asked Reefer Rick if he had any good dessert recipes, but none of them involved a box cake mix…so he improvised.

He heated it up just like he was supposed to and added in just enough to get both of you high. Eddie had never baked a cake before, he had no clue what any of it was supposed to look like. Improvising didn’t seem like it was too good of an idea anymore.

"Fuck..." Eddie whispers under his breath. "At least the rest of the dinner was okay, right?"

You stare blankly for a second before replying, "Oh, yeah, totally!"

Finally, Eddie sees right through the mask. He isn’t even hurt that you lied to him. Hell, he couldn’t be mad at you even if he tried. He wasn’t even disappointed that he wasted some of his stash on a shitty recipe that didn’t work. He’s more upset that the night wasn’t going as he planned.

“Shit,” he sank down on the couch, leaning back and taking a deep breath. He wanted to do something nice for you.

You pushed your chair back and went to sit beside him. Tucking your legs underneath you and resting your head on his shoulder, you place your hand over his veiny one. You turn it, feeling the calloused pads of his fingers intertwine with yours.

“I just wanted to give you a good night.” He mumbles.

“Aw, baby,” you coo, “You always give me a good night.” And god, the heat pooling between your legs is begging for another one. But his downcast expression makes some of your arousal subside.

He brushes away your reassurance, “You know what I mean. You deserve a guy that can give you all the fancy shit.”

His despondency shatters your heart, “I don’t need fancy shit. I just need you.” You slot your arm behind his back and fully embrace his body.

Eddie simmers in your words. He’d never been able to imagine a world in which he would actually matter. A guy like him doesn’t have much use as a cog in the machine. But there was some comfort in knowing that if he stuck to you, there was always a chance he’d have a place in the world.

You interrupt his daydreaming, “Besides, I have to give my compliments to the chef.”

"The chef did a terrible job.” He scoffs.

You drift one of your hands down the middle of his too tight shirt, taking special care to linger at his exposed midriff right above the buttons of his jeans, "The chef did the best he could. And I’m planning on leaving a really big tip."

Goosebumps enticingly prickle his skin where your hand teases him. Eddie’s belly rises and falls with suspense. He’s not quite sure what you’re planning in that sweet little head as he says, "Hopefully not just a tip?"

“Mmmmm,” a laugh rumbles from your throat, “You’re getting too greedy now.”

“I think I can afford it, princess.” He snickers before nuzzling his nose against yours and kissing you gingerly. His hand comes up to cup your cheek and you smile into the kiss like he’s just told you a secret.

No one else in Hawkins had a clue how tender your precious freak really was. So you’re glad you’re the only one who gets to see what he looks like from below as you situate yourself on the floor between his legs. Of course, Eddie handed you one of the throw pillows for you to rest your knees on.

It was suddenly becoming painfully obvious to him what you had in store.

"You sure you wanna do this?" Eddie asks, staring down at you through his dark lashes. You'd never used your mouth on him before. Though he’d dreamt of it, he'd never asked because he was too worried about making you feel disrespected. But he'd gone down on you plenty of times. If it felt that good when he was doing it to you, you could only imagine how the same thing would feel for him. So you nod quickly, already proceeding to unbuckle his jeans.

Eddie grabs your wrists before you can continue, "I need you to say it, princess." His gaze is pointed.

You shift on your knees a little, almost hesitant to say it out loud, "I-I wanna suck you off." You clear your throat so your voice doesn't sound as shaky, "Please, baby."

Eddie slowly releases his grip and rasps, "Good girl. Go ahead." He lifts his hips to help you get his bottoms off and tosses the jeans along with his boxers to the floor next to you. The sight of him has your mouth watering. It's nothing you haven't seen before; his thick cock is rigid, twitching, and just starting to swell red at the tip. But knowing it's going to be in your mouth is an entirely different matter. Your cunt aches and you have to stop yourself from reaching your fingers down to relieve the burn at your clit. Though you’ve been waiting all night to be touched, your mind is set on rewarding your boyfriend.

Eddie watches your expression carefully and tucks your hair behind your ear, "You see what your pretty little voice does to me?"

You look up at him again, seemingly surprised, "Really?" The power it gives you makes your heart swell in your chest.

"Yeah..." he trails off when he feels your breath tickle his bare thighs. "Wanna touch it?"

Without answering, you gently take him in your hand the way you'd seen him do it before. He sucks in a breath at your soft, delicate touch. Your fingers have a little trouble wrapping around his girth and he has to stifle a laugh at how innocent you are. You mimic the way you think he'd want it, grasp loose as you sloppily pump him.

Eddie can't help the little laugh that escapes him this time, "Here, princess, lemme show you how."

Just as you feel the embarrassment creep at your cheeks, Eddie takes your hand and spits on it. Then he tightens your hold so your fingers are almost touching. He puts his hand over yours, moving it up and down. As soon as he thinks you can follow his lukewarm pace, he lets go. You see the tension start to melt from his shoulders as he finally relaxes against the back of the couch with a deep moan. With the help of his spit, you go just a tiny bit faster, upping the ante just enough that he his eyelids flutter and his breathing gets faster

"I bet my mouth would feel a lot better," you mumble more to yourself. Before Eddie has a chance to object, your tongue is leaving a long, wet stripe up the side of his cock and ending with a flourish around the tip. You taste the musk of his skin and the slight saltiness of his leaking head.

"That feel good?" You ask sweetly. As if you hadn’t completely wrecked him right where he sat. He only wants more of that magnificent tongue.

"Fuck...yeah..." Eddie struggles a little bit to cum right then and there, "Jesus, princess, have you done this before?" You shake your head back and forth, wide eyed and pursing your lips.

Jesus fucking Christ, you're going to kill him.

Eddie lets out an almost haunted breath of air, "Okay, you're gonna want to hollow your cheeks out. You just let me know if you wanna stop. I don't want to hurt you."

Now it's your turn to laugh at him, "Eddie, you could never hurt me." You're looking a bit more confident in yourself when, again, you lick up the length of a vein on his cock. “I want you to use me.”

Eddie squeezes his eyes shut. He can’t look this time, you take his tip into your mouth and sink your lips down all the way until you feel the end of him hitting your uvula.

You begin to panic when the instinct to gag kicks in. But you don't want to stop. You fight through the tears that form in the corner of your eyes and try to ignore the gag. Eddie feels your throat constrict around him and is caught between wanting to curse at the new wave of pleasure and wanting to pull you off of him immediately. His care for you wins that internal battle. But you push his hand away as it goes to relieve you from your struggle.

"Baby, you don't have to keep going." He manages to croak.

You shake your head slightly, trying to keep him in your mouth. You bring your hands to his thighs, caressing his skin in order to put him at ease. Your touch softens the tension in his muscles.

Eddie isn’t sure what to do with himself if he’s not worrying about you. He chooses to hold one of your hands and grip the other on the edge of the couch cushion. He allows himself to really feel your mouth. Your throat is impossibly smooth and slick with your spit. And warm. Possibly warmer than your cunt. He’s not too concerned about differentiating between the two sensations. His head is swimming in the pleasure you’re delivering as your cheeks hollow around him, just like he told you too.

As you drag your lips along his length, Eddie’s thighs jolt almost involuntarily. You feel him fuck deeper into your throat and you take it in stride, working through the way the movement chokes you.

“Fuck— you’re so good for me, princess. Soooo goooood…” Obscenities fall from Eddie’s lips like they’re nothing. The suction your lips have formed around his cock has him feeling like he’s in the clouds, simply floating his way off into the distance. The only thing keeping him from losing himself is your hand clutching his and your nails digging little half moons into his thigh. That’s when he opens his eye. He nearly feels guilty at how the sight of you, almost choking on him as he fucks himself into your mouth, has him groaning.

He wipes one of the tears away from your cheek and whispers, “So fucking beautiful…taking my cock…” a strangled sound vibrates deep from within your throat and it feels fantastic.

He almost can’t tell when he’s about to finish until the cord snaps almost entirely, getting ready to send him careening into an orgasm.

“I’m gonna cum, fuck, baby, I’m gonna—” his voice breaks and you feel his warm load shooting down your throat. He grips both of your hands now, keeping himself grounded; his hips threatening to spasm even more violently. His back arches against the back of the couch. He’s riding out the last waves of his peak. You begin to slip him out of your mouth, the final spurts of him dripping out onto your tongue as he goes limp.

You swallow every drop down and feel satisfied knowing his sticky spend coats the inside of your stomach instead of your cunt this time.

Eddie still feels like he’s flying. He can close his eyes and fall asleep if he really wants to. Seeing him fucked out and draped back on the couch makes you bite your lip and smile. His lips are parted, though nothing but his ragged breath leaves them.

“I hope I look that pretty after you go down on me.” You giggle, plopping down where you had sat beside him before.

With a shaky hand, Eddie runs a hand through his hair to clear the sweat that makes his locks stick to his forehead. “Nah, you’re waaaaay prettier.” His voice sounds far off like he’s still recovering.

“Alright for my first time, huh?” Eddie stares at you for a few seconds, mentally running through options for where he can go from here.

He decides that you look too smug for your own good. You yelp as he sweeps you from your position and pins you on your back to the couch. You look at him, disoriented, with your brows pinched together.

Nestling himself between your legs now, Eddie chuckles darkly, "Oh, princess, that was just the first course."

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Hetalia Mating Season: Demon King England

Alright how this series is going to go is that I will be making these short stories and not do multiple parts. Because if I did that I’d never be able to get to the Golden Nightingale this year. I know I’ll do all the mains plus Spain. You can also just yell at me in the comments for others if I get a high enough interest in it. Anyways, here we go.

Also this series will be done in Gender Neutral…..until the spicy part because I do have to get specific. So I separate the Male! and Fem! version of what goes on. I want all who want to read to be included and actually have fun.

So yeah, that’s my bit here we go.

Also I'm keenly aware of my skill in making male x reader content is lacking in the emotional and physical payoff. I'm working on that.

***********************N$FW AHEAD YOU HAVE BEEN WARNED************************

“All love songs have a hypnotic lure in them, you just need to pick the one that will make them want to take the bait.”

Arthur was down in his lair studying the last 100 songs that you’d listened to in the last 90 days. You had tendencies to have certain songs play more than others. Now that he’s got enough intelligence to know which tune will catch you off guard. The spell that he’s crafted hijacks the temporal lobe that can override the rest of your brain signals. All he has to do is get the melody within range of your ears.

“A simple enough task, to get my mate here with me. This is exciting and so much fun!” He begins to giggle like a schoolgirl that’s just recently seen their crush from afar. His short choppy hair had a charming frizz. His light, matte skin was lit by the light of his wand. He’d been moisturizing it so that he could look more enticing to his human lover. He was neatly writing down the incantation for the amorous melody with a feather quill. He admired the neat writing that decorated the paper. It had taken him hours to perfect his spell. He practiced on a few gnomes, ogres, and fairies to see if he’s had success in being able to rewire their brains to become reactive to the music he played that suited their personalities. It was successful for the most part with a few minor hiccups. His spell would become faulty if there was another melody in the distance playing or if he himself is not entirely concentrated while he performs the spell it could be broken depending on the victim's concentration.

It would be hard for you or any other human that could hear the enchanting melody to resist. Especially if England himself utters the melody and doesn’t simply use his fae familiars.

Arthurs mind wanders off onto the day you met. There was a light downpour. It’s drops made light plops against his black umbrella. The way that you walked like a ballet dancer effortlessly dodging other pedestrians. This is where his initial attraction lay. You were so light on your feet that you were managing to escape from his vision. He knew he had to catch up. He knew he couldn’t let you escape. He flicked his umbrella into the air and disappeared behind it transforming himself into his demon form. He jumped on one of the nearby buildings so he could have a better view of where you’d run off it. You acted as if you were the white rabbit that was very late for an important date.

Once he saw that familiar red beanie that you kept a top of your messy locks it was easy for him to keep track of you. He went to lower buildings so he could keep you in his vantage point. Once you went inside that gift shop that was situated on King’s Road. He shifted to his incognito mode so he could observe from afar for a while. He watched as you apologized for the delay and that you’d be ready to open in 10 minutes. The small crowd that was at the shop had a compact but cute entrance. He saw how swiftly you zoomed around the shop turning on the lights and quickly sprucing the palace up two of the people who were in the crowd were your associates.

The fairy lights and lamps lit up your fantastic brick-and-stone shop. All the cute knick nacks of union jack adorned goods, unique wood carvings shaped like men, monsters, and other dimensional beings. Streamers of luminescent pastel lights give the place more of a magical forest-like feel.

“Alright everyone! Thank you for your patience [Last Name] Timeless Gifts is open!”

Some of the crowd began to clap in excitement. Your store was extremely popular on Instagram and a few other platforms. It was one of the new reasons the latest flux of tourists came to London. They wanted to get some of the latest charming gifts that were from around the world and from all of the artists in the U.K. The queue drained into the store eager to get pictures and gifts.

Arthur shifted his shape to look less attractive; he didn't need attention. He’d need stealth. He wandered over to the famous little gift store. He loved the way that your energy was always on high when you spoke to your customers. You were evicted about the thing you go to do every day. You were in the middle of showcasing some of the crafts you’d made. You were beaming with pride at the results you were able to make for your efforts. Your energy was different from most humans that he’d ever encountered. The energy that floated off of you was like small sunbeams that were meant to heal any soul that was overcast with dark rain clouds.

He was eager to know more about you from that day forward. He summoned seven faries to keep watch over you and all of your daily activities. They were to have a nightly session to discuss any new developments. After a few months of surveillance and his occasional visits in his modified form he decided that it was finally time to approach you and use his intelligence to woo you. He had to calm himself beforehand his heart was racing like it was trying to make it’s way to the ball. How exciting that he can finally put his devious plan into action.

He will come in about a half hour before closing for ‘bridge’ time. He will take a gander at the sizable book collection that sat in the center of your store. It had more of the gag book gifts that one would give as a fun last minute stalking stuffer, or for a bachelor(ette), or for a light hearted office prank. Regardless it was a great way for him to think of a way to spark up a conversation with you. Since he knew that humor was one of your forte. You really knew how to illuminate a room with your charming charisma. It was one of the many things that he fell in love with in the months of observing you.

“Excuse me Y/N I love the ambiance that you have brewing here. Is that Earl Gray that is brewing for the scared hour?” He has a charming smile that graces his face and his emerald eyes sparkle with excitement but you could tell they were holding back some other emotions. But you paid it no mind after all. All of your customers who came in had different stories and opinions to offer all of which brought in new life to your store.

“Of course, up in the atrium I believe we have room for one more to join us for afternoon tea. Care to join for a small fee of £10.”

“Sign me up it sounds like a jolly good time.” Not even holding back the gigantic smile that now adorned his face. It was like he was living in a daydream. Through the course of tea time he sat right next to you and stole all of your attention from your other guests who only maybe got in a question or two about how long you’d had the shop or how you got into your craft. Arthur was always able to smoothly interject in something that he knew would pique your interest.

“Oh yes I remember that bakery that is just out of the way on Piccadilly Circus. It has the Sticky Toffee Pudding that is to die for. If you haven’t tired then maybe we can go sometime.” He made mental notes of where he’d ask you out on a date. He had plans A-J worked out in his head and he was ready to deploy his tactics. He took winning you over as seriously as he did when he wanted to conquer more lands within the underworld.

You give him a smile that touches his cold heart and ignites it with a match. When your response was:

“Sounds like fun maybe one a day when running this gift shop isn’t so crazy.” You give a thoughtful gaze to your planner that you had in front of you next to your delicate pale yellow tea cup. “Would next Thursday at three O’ Clock work for you?”

The match had been thrown into the nest of hay twigs and firewood that was nestled in the pit of Arthur’s heart. The tiny flickers of fire spread through the brush to create the flames of desire for you. The way that you spoke, the way that you wrote, and the air of summer that surrounded you constantly even in the depths of winter made him realize that you were the perfect one for him to claim as his mate.

“Sounds like a date.” You giggle and take a long swig of your tea, you had to attend to some of your other customers you requested your attention. You quickly jot down your number and give it to him. And as soon as you left to greet other customers, you for some reason felt a slender tail of sorts wrap around your lower leg. The feeling didn’t linger for long and you assumed it was your imagination after all. You had been up for 48 hours straight since the holiday season that started next month in November was about to begin . You were already beginning to become back up with national and international orders. You were bound to make big profits all around. Soon you’d be able to own your own home and start some of those other dreams you had in mind.

Arthur however was still not satisfied. He wanted to have your undifivied attention and be able to drive himself into you in peace. He wanted to capture his sunshine and hide you away for your attention was too pure for others anyway. He gritted his teeth and sucked in a breath.

“At least they said yes.”

“Alright you two, I'll check in with you tomorrow at 11am. Make sure you lock up properly and put the new inventory away.” You bid your small team good-bye for the day. You were eager to get to your date. The posh British man had an electrifying energy that drew you in like a moth to an open flame amidst the blackness of the midnight sky. One where there were there were no stars or moon to act as guides. You’d be susceptible to his trap.

“Hello, love. You look great!” He grabs your hand and places a gentle kiss on your bare hand. The kiss sends lighting bolts up your veins. It was like getting hit with 500 mg of caffeine at once. You were awake now and he had your undivided attention.

“Thank you. You as well.” Red appeared on your cheeks like bright fairy dust.

‘The face fitting for a demon royal. I just want to get in with it. It’s getting hard holding back my urges.’

“Let’s go and get ready for tea time at the Bluebell Pastry Palace. The scones should be getting ready to come out of the cobblestone oven and their tea has been shipped from Japan and India. The best chai and the best matcha too. It will be quite good time.” Not even attempting to hide his happiness. He can’t help but be charmed by you. Every lingering glance you gave him and gazed into his eyes added extra logs to the burning fire in his heart. You reach for his hand and your hands interlock. You wandered through the somewhat crowded streets. The union jack was laced throughout the streets while there was a light breeze with tufts of fog that whipped through your hair. You felt like you were entering into a hazy dream of sorts heavy with meaning. You felt like there were sparkles of red that hit your body. Was that a faint melody that you could hear? Familiar was how it felt, but it also held a great deal of mystery to it.

“Hey Y/N are you alright were here! You look as though you may have seen a troll or a fairy just wander just out of your view.” He teases with a toothy smile that makes your heart jump a little.

“Yeah, I’m all fine. I get lost amidst my thoughts on occasion.”

Once you were seated at a window table that was adorned with red roses, pastel pink tulips, ruby carnations, purple orchids, and vermilion peonies. The scene laid out before you looked like a fancy fairytale daydream. The greenery that surrounded the elegant flowers curled out like long strands of silky streamers that were sewn by a fairy godmother prepping for a ball. You felt like every moment that you spent with Arthur felt like you were being pulled deeper into a lucid dream one which you did not want to be awakened from.

When I saw you over there I wasn’t sure

Now I’m feeling something I haven’t before

Your (eye color) float back over to his forest green eyes. They put you in the center of his pupils that were like microportals.

“Your thoughts wander to where Y/N?” Did his voice sound a little more hypnotic and enticing?

“Toooo….” Your mind really couldn’t think of an answer.

Look at us so distant now skin to skin

Your concentration was disappearing and all you wanted to do was concsntrate on the song that was faintly playing in your ears. It sounded fun, it sounded lively, it was surreal. Arthur hadn’t let go of your hands since the two of you had wandered in from the misty London streets. That magical lighting shock that you first felt when first encountered him. There was something more to him that you couldn’t really pin down.

If you keep this up I’ll let you in.

You vision began to fade in and out. The spell that Arthur had perfected was beginning to take effect on you. Its talons had made its way into your mind. It felt like being a mix of high and drunk at the sametime with the melody of the song becoming clearer in your mind. You body felt fully relaxed. You were fine. You looked into Arthur’s pools of verdant green, becoming you to take a dive and take a swim.

Yeah you, almost make me fall in love

Yeah yooooooou, got me hypnotized under your spell.

Arthur’s grin was much larger than that of the Cheshire cats by now. He was beginning to break out in a cold sweat of sorts. He wasn’t going to be able to hold back for much longer.

Your eyes are glazing over with smoky clouds of confusion and being in a heavy daze. No doubt the song had hooked you in and was dragging you out to the wider seas. Where there would be nothing to stand between you and him. You’d been met with the Leviathan of the seven seas, who sprung up from hell during the first mating call of spring.

“What sort of tea will you be ordering, love? I’m going to stick with my usual at this time: Earl Grey.”

For a moment you seemed to snap out of the trance you’d been under but you still felt the weight of something baring down on your soul. You were in the middle of the sea. Where the waves still rocked your tiny boat of consciousness recklessly. You pick [insert choice] along with your favorite dessert of the moment, Madeira Cake, which had been sweetened with sweet white wine and had hints of lavender. It seemed to be the tastiest treat.

Arthur’s hands had made themselves once again interlocked with yours once you gave your order to the waitress.

“I’ll be right back dears, with the tea!” She said cheerfully as she went on her way.

“A lavender cake of sorts that’s not a bad idea Y/N so. Tell me more about you and what brought you to London and about how you established your store.” He looked at you intently with a glint that had appeared in his eyes. Was… was that a look of hunger? You quietly mused to yourself.

‘It’s a first date. I’m overthinking this.’ You give him a girn and tell him about the origins of your store.

“Yes, I’d always wanted to not work myself to death at a boring office job and I loved to learn about new crafts like miniature wood works and making small musical boxes. There's just something so spectacular about being able to craft a miniature world to tell a story.” You yawn for some reason.

When I get you closer to my body.

Wanna feel your hands all over me!

For a moment you thought all that existed was just you and Arthur and his gloved hands that had a strong hold on yours. Your lips had just turned upwards. You were in a state of ignorant bliss. It felt like there was a thin tail that had made its way around your lower calf. You paid no real mind to it though because whatever Arthur was going on about you were into it right?

Gotta make ‘em jealous everybody

Cause you know we got it

Chemistry!

“Here are your tea, dears! Enjoy. I’ll be back in a few with the fresh scones and cake!” The cheerful waitress only momentarily disrupts the daze you were in. You didn’t care though; your mind was on another planet, relaxed by the floral scent of the tea and from the windowsill. You also began to see small orbs of light form around Arthur’s blemish-free face illuminating it like Christmas lights decorating a tree. The orbs all lingered around his ear and you were unaware that he was trying to ask you something until you hear his voice say your name like it was disembodied.

“Y/N , love, aren't you going to try your tea? You wouldn’t want it to get cold.” He flashes a toothy grin right before he takes a sip of his own cup. He shifts a little in his seat, it was becoming troublesome to keep his hardened cock at bay.

‘Just a minute or two more and I’ll be okay.’

You agree and momentarily stare at the cherry red porcelain cup that had apples adorn the face of it with a matching red saucer. You saw a pink orb linger on your cup for a few seconds before it playfully wandered away. The smell of lavender wafted off your selected tea, you found it somewhat odd and thought the aroma from the cake just had you mistaken. You simply smiled and let your eyes wander off to a bright pastel corner of the store where the orbs were no longer in your vision. But your awareness was decreasing rapidly. The only thing you were aware of was…

‘Did Arthur always have sharp teeth like that?’ Before the next thing you knew the feeling of the tail became much more real than ever before. The flowers and sunshine had vanished from your vision only to be engulfed by the blackness of hell and the song that played in your head was on full attack now. You could hear it ringing in your ears after new earbuds had been placed there.

The sensation of the tail playing with your nether regions. It felt good and that was all that mattered to you at that moment. Your mind has been muddled with a plethora of different concoctions to keep you calm. It wasn’t long before you didn’t really remember what happened on the rest of your date, but the next thing you were aware of is that you were on a soft duvet with missing shoes.

[Male Ending]

His tail wrapped around your clothed member tightly. You let out a gentle moan in surprise.

“Y/N, this won’t hurt too much, but you will need to behave for your King. Understand love?”

“Haaa okay, but like where is my tea and like where are we?”

Arthur’s smirk perks up and he allows his tail to pick up speed and cause greater friction on the fabric and your dick. You bite down on your lip and let out a pleasure groan. Your body simply falls back onto the bed and you try to make sense of where you are but couldn’t.

“We can also get some for the aftercare Y/N but for now let's have some fun~” He appears from his walk-in closet from the other side of the room. He decked out in his black lingerie . Most of his tall slender form is in place except for his protruding penis that stood straight out from his body.

He could only hear you giggle.

“What’s funny my love?”

“Heh. Everything.”

“Is that so?” He uses his large wings to glide right next to you lying limp on the bed. He ceased his movements on your member for now as he took a few more moments with the aid of the dimly lit fireplace. He grabbed the jacket off of you and ripped off your button-down shirt. The same went for your pants, leaving only your boxers and socks untouched.

“Yeah, it feels. Nice.” A blush has made it’s way to your face. ‘Wait, what’s going on am I having some sort of lucid dreaming right now….?’

“Oh I know.” He grabs your cock tightly. “But this is about to feel even better.” Arthur licked his lips. You could feel claws now, but it still did not trigger panic within your consciousness at all. Still docile, but growing heat was beginning to bud towards the place that he was massaging, and it won’t be long before it also disappeared from your body. Arthur finally planted a kiss on your lips with a bit of force that knocked you back onto the dark duvet. His tail pulled one of your legs to the side so he could straddle you properly.

In your vision, it felt like rose thorns forced your legs apart as more pressure to your third head continued to build. You felt as though your body had hit clear day clouds. You felt light touches of fairy wings grace your jawline for a few moments. A bite, however, snapped you from your daydream to bring you back to the present, where Arthur had bitten you. He left a gash from his sharp teeth. While you hear some incantation of sorts mixed in with him stating your name as if it was….

A searing pain filled to the brim with desire hit you like a boulder that had fallen from the highest mountaintop. You could only let out a confused shriek unaware of if you should be turned on or terrified. The heat continued to swell in your member until Arther wrapped his mouth around your cock, licking up your pre-cum. His head bobbed up and down steadily so that you could become more acclimated to beginning in the underworld and not nearly as spaced out on his potion. The rubbing of his slender but tough hands massaged your calves and the backs of your thighs while his tongue managed to stroke the base of your member. You knew you were reaching your edge.

“Ahhhh ~”

Arthur slides his agile tongue along the underside of your cock once more before his mouth releases your dick with an audible *pop*. Seconds before you were about to climax. He swiftly grabs your penis and places his thumb over the tip, with the command:

“Shout my name.”

“Augh. What?” Just not getting knocked out of your high.

“Shout my name, King Arthur ruler of Pride!”

“kinG Ar… KING Arthur!” You shouted at the top of your lungs as you were finally allowed to climax.

“Heh, that’s a good boy~” Now heres for the hard part. He spreads your legs wide and gives you no time to react to him shoving all of himself into you. Your mind was still blank and ravaged from releasing from Arthur’s harsh grip. All you could do was groan in pain. Your whole body is tense and grasp for the sheets for they were the only things that could stablize your reeling mind. All you could do was rock your hips along with his. The rhythm of Arthur’s cock moved your whole body like a punk song; fast tempo and distorted shifts with your legs in midair.

“Ugh. nnnn.” Sleep paralysis like grip was all over your body. The only control you has was the use of your hands. Arthur playfully dragged his tongue along your ear and gripped your hair. The King was beginning to edge towards a climax.

“Just a little more and you’ll be able to rest your head.” He puurs in your ear as he continues his rampage on your nether region. Arthur finally releases himself and rides out his orgasm.

[The Aftercare part is at the bottom after the Fem Ending]

[Fem! Ending]

You still felt the presence of his tail on you. His now glowing ember orbs were the only things your eyes were able to see. Everything else was lost in a sea of red, orange, or black. Your mind was still adjusting to the new reality without being blindsided by Arthur’s original incantation that lulled you to him. When you felt it slithers closer to your entrance. Your body shifts away about an inch or two, but you did not manage to get far.

“Oh, my dear that’s really cute. You can’t escape. It’s far too late.” A British voice calls from the warm black mass that called towards you.

You grunt in response. Wondering where your voice had gone. It must have been pilfered by Satan's spawn that was resting himself on top of you.

“Looks like my spell really did hinder you more than intended. Oh well, the first night will be easy… I just have to make my claim on you.” You felt a gentle kiss on your cheek. You whimper in response and not much else. You were still unsure about the reality that you were in were you having a lucid dream or was this some kind of nightmare. “I’ll make you feel okay Y/N, poppet.” You felt your clothes burn away leaving you with no other barrier to protect you from his hungry claws. He kisses you on your lips intently and wraps his tail fully around your waist. He’s waited for too long to have you.

“Nnnn. nnnnn.” You try to move your arms a bit, but they feel just like when you’re trying to wake up from Sleep Paralysis except no matter how hard you moved none of your limbs would listen. You could feel the breath of Arthur’s cruel laugh as he made his way into the crook of your neck.

“That won’t help. It’s best if you relax, poppet.” Seconds before he bites your right shoulder harshly and creates numerous hickeys all along your collarbone. Your breathing stayed heavy, and you simply let tears roll down your eyes.

‘Holy shit this is actually real this is actually happening.’

A few minutes into the hickey session Arthur’s dick is poised at your entrance. He’s posied in full demon form in the nude. It was as if he was trying to showcase himself at a stallion show. He scoops you up and brings your legs to the edge of the bed and places them over his shoulders. Arthur bits his lip in excitement and anticipation. His tail wrapped around your tender flesh tighter. You knew by how much pressure was on your abdomen that you’d definitely have marks in the morning. He slams himself in, taking no regard for the pained yelp that left your lips. Your hips had to accommodate the sudden change quickly.

“nnnAh!nnn.” You were trying to resist.

Arthur no longer responded to any of your reactions. He was concentrated on continuing his bloodline here in hell. You could feel his nails being to leave long scratches on you. They began to draw small trails of blood; your first markings as the new Queen of Pride. The bed began to squeak loudly against your eardrums as Arthur moved his chiseled abs closer to your stomach closing the distance between the two of you. The lust that was thick in the air was making it harder for you to breathe and get a grip on the new reality you’d been thrown into. You clutched the sheets for it was the only thing you had to safety in that moment.

Arthur went in deeper and pinned you closer to the bed. Confident that his cock was capable of keeping you in place. A dozen kisses were all across your chest. His hands interconnected with yours. It felt like fireflies had now nested in those places and began to fly out from your chest. You felt your heart felt it speeding up while trying to calm down.

‘No, NO!’

The bed was beginning shift from the sheer force coming from his hips. His head moved up once more to place one more hickey on your throat. He was savoring the moment. He was seconds away from the edge. His cock was ready to burst. His hands pratically make new gashes in your skin as he put his all into his final thrust. His lava like seed filling you to the brim until the sheets were soaked.

“Y/N!!!!” He’d reached heaven practically. It took him five minutes or so to ride out his orgasm while you were still and your body did not react. It only felt the copious amount of fluids that were all over and sticky.

[This is where the Endings Converge]

“Ahh!” You let out a log elongated moan, your head was spinning and you felt disconnected to your body. You could no longer feel your lower half. It felt like it had disappeared.

“Good job poppet.” He gently kisses you forehead not minding the sweat that rolled down your face as if you’d just hopped out of a hot shower. He loosened his tail and transformed into a lesser form that only showed his horns and his verdant green emeralds were back and shining brightly. They felt magical and warm like the orbs you’d seen back at the restaurant.

“Let’s get you all cleaned up.” He lifts your body from the bed and takes you to the ornate bathroom that had ornate golden thorns in fields of blood red and velvet black Fritillaria painted on the walls. Pure warm water had been drawn into the dark jade green tub that had been crafted from marbel. “This may sting a bit, poppet. I did leave a lot of marking all over your legs. I’ll make sure to clean and bandage them.” You get low to the water until the immersive warm soapy bath englufs your soul. Arthur clings to you and holds you from behind.

“Y/N?” Voice low and gruff it gripped your ears and your attention.

“Yes…?” Not knowing what to expect but not wanting to make him upset.

“Welcome to the Kingdom of Pride. I’ve chosen you as my new mate and my bride. But the first few nights will be rough for you because I will be filled with almost nothing but sex and I’m not going to be gentle.”

You were shocked by that statement and you were still trying to come out of your spiked tea and the musical haze that he’d put you in. The consequences of which were just now were beginning to show because it felt like there was a jackhammer bagging at the side of your head. You wince in pain and lower your head. Arthur notices that your muscled tensed and moved toward your head.

“Are you okay poppet?”

“My head it feels like someone slammed it to the ground.”

“It’s alright my love. I have a healing spell for that.” He kisses the back of your hand and you could feel his tail brush past your legs again. “I know it’s all a lot but it will be fine. Being a Queen will be easy.”

Arthur will summon his spellbook and find the right incantation. He will fix you right up. He’ll let you rest for the night but you will have a rought morning since it’s the first thing that is on his mind once he become conscious again. This begins your new life as the new (Queen or King) of Pride.

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syrma-sensei · 2 years

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→ Licentious Show.

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pairing: abel morales x fem!reader.

rating: fluff, explicit.

warning: light sub/dom dynamics, power play, thigh riding, strip show, praising, consensual degrading, daddy kink, age gap, oral sex (male receiving), self-indulgent fic...

word count: 2.2k

summary: your sugar daddy asks you to give him a show, and you'd do anything for him.

“Would you make me a show?”

It didn't occur to you that your boyfriend might ever ask you to do something like this before. At the dinner table, you both talked about your day; you told him how you spent yours shopping and having fun with your friends, shamelessly flaunting the full credit card Abel provided you with. A sick pleasure you indulge yourself in; showing off what you have and your peers don't. You had your hair spruced up, and your nails done and polished, making sure to look pretty for him when he's back home. His soft smile and the way his eyes brighten up when you're the first person to see home is more than enough for you.

It's been few months since you and Abel Morales got together. Having a divorced, handsome man in the mid of his forties, and the owner of Standard Oil company, who's also a father of three pretty girls as your partner, a man nearly twice your age, raised many questions about you both. But you honestly don't care, neither does Abel. The latter doesn't only fund for your university life, but also showers you with affections and sincere devotion, as he is dedicated only to you as well, while he asks little to nothing in return from you. All you have to do is to be a good investment for him in studying hard at college, and to look at your tip-top whenever he needs you to be his companion at business dinners and parties, where he can show you off, his pretty little gem.

“Yeah, sure!” You gush, and he smiles sweetly, making your heart flutter. Sliding off the chair briskly, your delicate hands cradle his large hand, and he follows you to the bedroom.

Abel pours a glass of wine for himself, while he settles on the bed, crossing a leg over the other. He juts the glass, and arches a dark and thick brow amusedly. “Show me what you've got, princesa.”

Your brow rises in challenge and your head gives him a haughty nod, while your chin is proudly held up. Stepping into your walk-in closet, you immediately spot the newly-bought bags, still placed where you first put them. Grinning giddily, you choose to begin with the dresses and casual outfits first, leaving the naughty attires for last.

You strut your way out garbed in a sleeveless dress. Its dark, violet velvet is hugging your form ever so delicately, while your ears shimmered with two dark amethysts, with matching necklace and ring Abel has given you as a gift before. The latter grins widely at you, taking your hand in his to bring it to his smirking mouth. “Mi bella señorita.”

A rich colour smears your cheeks red, as your previous boldness fails you at his simple words. “Gracias, mi amor.” You mutter, leaning down to leave a quick peck on his nose before rushing back to your closet with a racing heart.

The night continues, though. You show him a gown after another, and he never fails to praise each one on you, and how you look splendid and graceful. Perhaps that's the trait you like about Abel the most, always makes you oozing with confidence and dependence, beautiful and worthy; not a once did he make you feel otherwise. He makes you blossom with radiance and splendor.

Entering the wardrobe again, your breathing grows heavier as you reach for the other bag, the one you saved for last. And when you re-emerge from the dressing room, Abel is stunned. The black, lacy lingerie you picked today is rather audacious; the top is a strapless bra hugged your breasts tightly, exposing your cleavage deliciously. The thin panties barely hide anything as two garters tether to the sexy tights covering your legs up to your thighs.

Abel's eyes are glued on you, wandering each detail of what you're presenting him. You allow yourself to grin in triumph. Feeling about your breasts sensually, you say in whisper, “Like what you see, Daddy?”

Something powerful swirls in Abel's eyes as his lips slowly stretch in a grin, it makes you shiver. “Oh, bebita, you have no idea...” He grumbles in a low voice, half-smiling and leaning a bit backwards on the bed, eyes never leaving yours. Tilting his head aside, he arches a brow. “Would you strip for Daddy, princess?”

You nod eagerly, hands teasingly reach out to the buckle to undo it. Once it's dropped on the floor, your hands travel down to your tights, but he stops you. “No, baby, leave these on, just take those pretty panties off.”

“Yes, Daddy.” You say breathlessly.

“Good girl.” His luscious lips curve up into a smile. God, this is so much!

You do as he says, then looks at him again, waiting for further instructions. He beckons you to come and sit in his lap. Your heels clang all the way to him. You straddle effortlessly, your arms already reaching around his neck, and his are around your waist. His thickly-framed eyes are looking up at you, his large hands are warm against your skin, caressing and wringing your ass so tenderly. You moan, burying your face in the crook of his neck; his strong, virile scent pervades your nostrils, making your head haze. “Daddy...” You croak in a low voice, nuzzling deeper into his neck.

Abel hums, his hands are still teasing your sensitive skin. “Fuck, princesa, what a show. Is there anything you can't do?” He says, “Always looking pretty, always good to me.”

You feel a throb between legs, shivering at his string of sweet praises. They mean the world to you, he means the world to you. You'd do anything to please this man, to make him happy, always thriving to be his sole source of ventilation and comfort. He does an amazing job of taking care of you; providing you with anything and everything you want, lavishing you with gifts and presents, and most importantly, you feel safe, welcomed, and loved around him. “Anything for you, Daddy.” You kiss his neck, and he chuckles as you begin to roll your hips on his lap, your dripping cunt pressing on his clothed bulge. Smirking, you lift your face up a little, enough to whisper into his ear. “Daddy's pretty hard.” You nibble on his ear lobe playfully, your hips roll tantalisingly slow atop of him, “Shall I drop on my knees for him and suck him off til he's satisfied and happy?”

A deep grumble rumbles within his chest, hand grasping the back of your neck, making you gaze up at him. “Naughty girl, want Daddy's cock in your mouth, little one?”

Your teeth chew on your bottom lip, hands resting on his shoulders. “Want you down my throat, Daddy—AH!” His thumb and forefinger pinch on your excited nipple, then his hand cups your breast to squeeze it harshly. “Want your cock to ruin me, Abel, please!”

“You needy little whore...” He growls, smacking your ass, and your cunt throb in delight at the delectable sting where his palm left a slight red mark on your buttock. “Want me to ruin that slutty pretty mouth of yours, baby?” He brings his thumb up, tracing your lower lip tenderly.

“Yes, please.” You sigh, opening your mouth adorably as his thumb presses to your mouth. His rough-padded digit pushes down on your tongue, as you suck it like the obedient girl you are.

Being at this man's mercy makes your body shudder, erotic as it is to you. Abel Morales holds something appealing to you; the power he possesses, his strong will which is impossible to waver. His ambitious determination to get whatever he wants. He never is disrespectful to you, he's not accustomed to insult women or anybody else really. It was your wish to be treated as such in certain intimate situations. Abel didn't digest the idea at first —being the gentleman he is— but he caved in to your request as it pleases you; he'd do anything to bring you pleasure and he does it perfectly, his pretty girl. He spoils you so much to the point of fluster. You appreciate it, appreciate him, and it did what you feared the most; you fell in love with him, and you fell hard. It doesn't matter if your love is unrequited really, because suffice to say, he's a man you won't regret pledging yourself to.

Your mouth makes a wet pop when Abel draws his thumb out, lips glistening with spit. Through your lashes, you gaze at him in anticipation when he lifts you effortlessly, making you straddle his right thigh. “You're gonna get yourself off on my thigh first, bebita.” He grumbles, “Your show is far from finished.”

You shudder at his words, your body is putty in his hands; hips rolling involuntarily at his demand. You drag your damp cunt along his trousers, the fabric is so soft against your throbbing clit, coils bolting up to the tip of your stomach. You moan and sob pathetically, feebly trying to ride his thigh.

Abel knows your need of his help, and he generously offers it. “Look at you, princesa, ruining my expensive pants with your slutty pussy.” He remarks with a deep voice, before taking your lips in a passionate kiss. Your swollen clit rubs his firm thigh, and your hands comb through his greying, rich hair, while his hand trails down your spine sensually until it teases the crack of your ass down to your dripping slit. Two thick, adroit fingers slip into your lecherous cunt, and you scream his name.

“Mhm, Daddy! Please wanna cum.” Your meek sobs are so beautiful, your fragile voice is so alluring as you fuck yourself on his deft fingers. “Make me cum, please!”

Abel grunts deeply, his master fingers are quick to hit the spots he knows too well, curling and teasing, as you souse them with your arousal.

“Pathetic, pretty girl.” He sneers, “Can't even cum without Daddy's help.”

Your hands wring his shoulders as you whine weakly, intense tears rolling down your cheeks when he brings you to thunderous orgasm. He doesn't stop though, fucking you through your high, and your cum gushes out of your fluttering hole.

When he slides his fingers out, you whimper weakly, smooching your cheek to his warm chest. Abel holds you close to him, pressing a gentle kiss on the crown of your head. “Good girl, (Y/N), good girl.”

Your body quivers sweetly as his clean hand plays with your hair. Mumbling into his chest, you say, “Thank you, Daddy.” You hear him chuckle, and you raise your head to gaze at him. “Wanna make you feel good too.”

Abel smiles tenderly at you. “No need, princess.” He pecks your nose, “It's about you, not me.”

Your face flushes, and your eyes flit down momentarily before they're back to his. You love this man, you fucking adore the floor he walks on, and this is why. His aching selflessness when it comes you, it's as though he sees the world in you, he makes you feel as if you're his entire world.

“But my show is far from finished, is it not, sir?” You quip, sliding swiftly to your knees on the floor before him. “You promised to ruin my slutty pretty mouth with your cock, remember?” Your hands are nimble and brisk as they undo his pants, eyes lingering on the mess you made on his thigh; you practically drenched it wet.

He raises an eyebrow, puckering his lips up amusedly, then he shakes his head, helping you getting his trousers and boxers down. “Joder, bebita, what did I do to deserve you?”

“You do everything, señor Morales.” You grin up at him, and his face softens. “You are everything to me, Abel.” because I love you...

Abel cups your cheek and you lean into his touch, kissing his palm fondly while he brushes his thumb to your skin. You lick your lips at the view of his beautiful cock, hard and weeping with pre-cum. Your surge forwards, grabbing the base in your hand, and kissi the slit of his tip. Abel hisses immediately, as your lips latch to his tip, taking him gradually in your mouth. Abel makes beautiful sounds when you twirl your tongue and caress his cock with it.

“Fuck, baby,” He growls, “You're amazing.”

You push further until the tip is slamming against the back of your throat, making you gag, tears already gathering in your eyes. Abel grabs your hair and takes the lead, fulfilling his promise. Your lipstick is smearing his shaft, and your chin is dripping with your drool and his pre-cum. You move your head accordingly to his pace, and the deep sounds he's making are music to your ears.

“Oh, fuck,” Abel hisses, “I'm cumming, baby.”

He paints your mouth white with a long shot, and bits of it seep from the corners of your lips. Abel pants, letting you pull out with full mouth of his seed. You swallow it all, licking the beads off of your lips to the last one, making sure he's watching you.

“Come here, princess.” He tells you, tapping the spot on bed next to him. “Let Daddy take care of you now.”

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leisures-writes · 2 months

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hi guys! i’m sorry for the delays in fanfics but i have hit writer’s block and i sliced off a bit of my thumb at work a few weeks ago so there’s that! however, i am revisiting my old(er), unpublished works (from my old acc i deleted a while ago) and am thinking of sprucing them up and posting them here!

i am working on lust (pre-hatred peter x fem! reader x miguel) on my phone bc my laena v. x male oc fic bc thats the only fanfic i can write during school or i’ll get expelled LOL

hopefully my thumb heals up quick bc i hate typing with my pointer finger like an older person who isnt tech savvy (i take longer typing too like bruh)

anyways, here are some photos + a deeper dive into the injury under the cut! tw blood/gore, talking ab an injury and how it occurred, my thumb is fucked.

i was working at deli, using the meat slicer for a customer and my thumb starting bleeding. it was so bad that i started bleeding over the slicer. i rushed over to the sink to wash it (i was so sure that it was a tiny cut). my manager sat me down at the office area so she (and two others) could do first aid on me. they saw the wound and they did not look or sound like i would be okay (later, i found out i was missing a bit of my thumb and was bleeding a lot bc i cut a minor artery…!!)

it was not nice. i was bleeding for like three hours — they had to stop the bleeding because they couldn’t see how bad the damage was. the er doctor chemically cauterized it (-0/10, would not recommend. yeah, they numbed my thumb but i could still feel it. yes, i cried during it.)

the first two pics were during the day i got hurt and the third was a week or two after!!

#—rey broadcasting!#atsv x reader #peter b parker x reader #—rey broadcasting! ( will delete later. )#—rey speaks!#miguel o’hara x reader #yandere peter b parker x reader #—rey broadcasting #yandere atsv x reader #miguel o’hara x reader smut #laena x reader #hotd x reader #hotd x oc #tw blood #tw bleeding

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mochie85 · 2 years

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If You Let Me

Chapter 25 of my Mayari series.

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Summary: You show Loki just how much you appreciate him. A/N: This entire series is inspired by songs. The complete playlist can be found here on Spotify. I realized that some of the chapters in this series can be read as a stand-alone. It is character-driven, so a lot of the plot/action sequences help but do not detract from the relationship. Pairing: Loki x Original Female Character/Reader Word Count: Over 3.6k Warnings: Smut. Oral (male receiving), edging (delayed gratification), light dom/sub play, some fluff in the beginning.

The rest of the week flew by quickly. Too quickly. The long polar nights messed with your internal clock. There were a few hours of sunlight, but it rose and set so early, that it made it hard for you to tell whether it was just afternoon or actual night. Time seemed to fly by without respect to your jet lag or your inner circadian rhythm.

You wanted to keep yourself busy and not get in Loki’s way. You had taken it upon yourself to cook for the entire team during your stay. The brothers did have a royal cook, Bridgit. She was used to only having Val or Meek to cook for, and on occasion, the brothers when they were home. But not the entire Avengers Team.

You ended up helping cook breakfast; make lunch for the team; and help with dinner. Bridgit was beyond grateful for the extra hand. So daytime, or at least the hours between nine to six, was reserved for planning and cooking for the team.

The hours after were saved for you and Loki. After dinner with the team, he would show you around town. He was excited to show you the plans they had for the village. In a span of ten years, they had accomplished so much, even with The Blip. The town grew with a proper village square, a marketplace, The Langhus, and barracks for when the Einherjar train.

Sometimes he would take you out of the city to show you the wildlands. One particular night, you both stayed out well past the wee hours of the morning, just watching the auroras. He made a half tent to shield you both from the wind as you both sat on a heated blanket watching the lights dance in the sky. This was your favorite thing to do- spending some quiet time with your love, in his arms. He was not a prince. You were not a goddess. Neither of you were Avengers. You were just two people in love with each other. And that was enough.

Loki had been busy the whole time. Plans were underway to get the Yuletide celebrations going. It was a tight timespan as the Winter Solstice was nearing next week. Val and Heimdall oversaw security for the entire festival. Thor and Tony were in charge of the New Year’s Eve celebrations. While Loki was to oversee The Winter Solstice bonfire. The start of Yuletide would kick off the entire festival and essentially set the tone for how the next two weeks would go.

But no matter how busy he got; Loki would always make time for you. He would check in on you throughout the day and leave small tokens for you on the kitchen table. Sometimes, it would be wildflowers or little love notes. Other times, he would steal you to a dark corner of the house and you would make out like young teenagers about to get caught. Every time you returned to the kitchen, you would have the brightest shade of pink on your cheeks and a smile on your face.

The eve of Winter Solstice was especially stressful for Loki. He was a perfectionist, and he did not want any excuse for a critique on his part of the festivities. He skipped dinner that night, opting for a light sandwich that you brought him just hours before. He was working with Korg and the city’s lumberjacks to build the bonfire. It was a large trunk of a spruce to represent the Yule log. Anyone watching could tell how frustrating it was to instruct the living golem. Let alone the dozens of citizens milling about. Loki was exhausted. You wanted to take that burden off him and help him relax.

Later that night, when he finally retired to your room, he came in with a frustrated sigh. He sat down by the fire and took his boots off.

“Sinta-my love, is that you?” You asked from the ensuite.

“Yes, darling.” He slumped into the chair, tired from the work and making decisions. His fingers were on the bridge of his nose, pinching to get the headache out that was just forming. He heard you come out in front of him and felt your fingers run through his hair. He let out a contented sigh as he felt your touch take away the last exhaustion of the day.

He opened his eyes to you wearing a sheer green robe with black feather trim. A smile formed on his face, appreciating the sight before him.

“I will gladly relive today for the rest of my life if it means I get to see you like this at the end of each night.” He said as his hands snuck under your robe to feel your curvaceous thighs. He traced your markings with his fingers causing you to shiver at his light touch.

“Uh-uh. Hands down.” You said with your compulsion. Loki felt his body comply, quickly lowering his hands, confused.

“Darling, how are you doing that? You’re not singing.”

“I don’t know.” You admitted guiltily. “A power I just discovered recently since…” you lifted your hair to point out the Darkside. Loki looked up at you in wonder.

“You are exquisite. Do you know that?” Loki asked rhetorically. “A true wonder!” He’s constantly learning new things about you. You were always growing into your powers and more comfortable in your own skin. His gaze wandered all over your body, touching you with his eyes since his hands weren’t able to do so. He saw your pebbled nipple peek through your robe, and he wanted to take them into his mouth. He was itching to touch you. You straddled him on the chair, your hands combing his hair.

“I want you to relax. You’ve worked so hard the past week, making sure everything is perfect for your celebrations. Give up your control to me. If you let me, I’ll take care of you.” Loki simply closed his eyes, relishing in your touch. He loved playing this game with you. Although it was usually him who took control, tonight he was excited to just give all that up and not have to make a decision. Just follow. He trusted you completely and was excited about how this night would end.

“Do you remember our safe word, my prince?”

“Mmhmm.” Loki nodded. His eyes were glinting with need.

“You will listen to me,” your voice echoed in his head. Compelling him.

“Yes.” He said breathlessly.

“Yes…what?” You asked pulling his hair, his head jerking back.

“Yes, my goddess.” He answered, swallowing, as you watched the bob of his Adam’s apple.

“Good boy. Such a good little prince for me.” You nuzzled against his nose, teasing his lips with yours. He blushed at your praise.

He leaned in to capture your lips, but you stood up from his lap. You sat back down on the settee, grabbing your glass of wine. “Take off your clothes…slowly.” You commanded, his hungry gaze watching you. You had better be careful. You knew that if you went overboard, he would find a way to pay you back when his turn came up. The thought made you rub your thighs together in anticipation.

Loki started with his socks, slipping out of them quickly. Next, his jacket, letting it fall off his shoulders and onto the floor. “I said slowly, my love, I want to enjoy you,” you said taking a sip of your wine.

He gave you a smart grin and loosened his tie. He untied it slowly and pulled it off his neck. He gently threw it at you, and you caught it with your free hand. You wrapped it around your neck as Loki started unbuttoning his shirt. He started from the top and took his time with each button. His long fingers traced down his sculpted torso. Your eyes followed as he reached down for his belt. His smooth skin glowed in the firelight.

The sound of his belt coming undone made you bite your bottom lip. You closed your eyes, relishing the sound. He loved making you squirm. Even though you might have the upper hand this time, he knew there were certain things he could do to make you go crazy. He unzipped his pants and reached inside. He grabbed his hardening cock and let out a low growl. Just because he couldn’t touch you, doesn’t mean he couldn’t touch himself.

You licked your lips and said, “Uh-uh, naughty little prince. That’s my job.” He let go of himself giving you the hungriest eyes you’ve ever seen. With his shirt still on, he pulled his pants down and stepped out.

You finished your wine and stood up. Your robe cascading over your shoulders and all around you. When you stood next to him, he could see the swell of your breast hidden underneath. All he would have to do is pull the robe-tie and he would be blessed with all your glory. But he kept still. He fisted his hands trying to quell the urge to grab you. He watched you come close. Your dark eyes somehow glittered in the low light.

“Hmmm. You look so beautiful,” you said as you ran your hands under his shirt. Your fingers caressed the hard muscles of his chest, the lines of his lean abs. You hooked a finger under the band of his boxers and pulled him closer. You ran your nose up and down his neck, smelling his scent of leather and honey. “So, intoxicating.” He let out a quiet moan at your praise. You licked his neck, then gave him a small bite. He took a quick intake of breath, and you soothed him by kissing the same spot. “Mmm. You are so good, you know that?” You felt him tense at your words. You couldn’t miss the way his eyes looked away, not wanting to meet yours. There was so much in that one comment. That one word.

“If you say so, goddess,” he said humbly.

“Hey, do you trust me?” you asked him, bringing his face back around to you.

“Unconditionally,” he answered.

“You are good! To your people, your team. To me! You’ve taken care of me, watching out for me. Now you’re taking on more responsibility with Yuletide. I know it’s been stressful. You’ve taken a lot of that burden on yourself. I want to take care of you for a change. Don’t think. Just let me take charge. Let me take care of you. The way you take care of me.” He looked into your blackened eyes. Is that what this is about? You felt like you owed him something for taking care of you since your injury?

He tried to refute, “Darling…”

“Stop.” You put your finger up to his lips. He could feel the simple command and he obeyed. “Change into your true form.” You asked without your compulsion. You didn’t want to use your call on this one. You wanted it to be his choice. You needed him to stop thinking and just be himself. Be in the moment.

He didn’t understand your fascination with his Jotunn form. He looked at you, pained. He wanted to do it, but it scared him. He was more aggressive. More feral in this form. Yet, being in his true form was liberating. He felt things on a more basic level. No decorum, no social entanglements, or consequences. It allowed him to be himself.

Your hands traveled under his shirt and pushed it off him, stopping on his arms. “Would you like me to continue as you are? Just say the word, my prince,” you whispered, kissing his chest. He trusted you unquestionably. You had never judged him. You made him feel safe and at home.

You look at him as if he brought you the world at your feet. Loki would too. All you would have to do is ask.

With the last of his resolve melting away, he relinquished his control. The ink spot started in his heart. Then traveled through his body. His ridges came next, followed by his ruby eyes.

“Such a good prince. Let me prove it to you.” You lifted his hands to your lips. “With these hands, you carry me.” You gave them each a kiss. Then your hands traveled up his chiseled arms.

“With these arms, you protect me,” you kissed his left bicep then his right, and wrapped both of his arms behind you, engulfing you in his cold embrace. You walked your fingers up his shoulders and then lightly traced your fingers down his forehead. He smiled at your attempt to praise him.

“With these eyes, you watch over me.” You traced your finger gently down his face, closing his eyes, towards his lips.

“With these lips, you encourage me to be myself,” you whispered as you ran your lips past his. Gently touching them. It was a small taste, but he had to have more. He pulled you in for a kiss, grabbing you closer to his erection. You gently pushed him away admonishing his actions. “Cheeky prince. Do I have to tie you up now?” You giggled. You grabbed his tie that was still around your neck and tied it around his hands, cuffing him.

You untied your robe, letting it open to your sides, exposing your naked body underneath. His eyes went wide taking in your curvaceous shape. You took the belt of your robe and covered his eyes. His sight of you was short-lived. “I wasn’t done appreciating you.” You stepped back, looking at the panting, erect god in front of you. You knelt down in front of him. He could feel your robe pooling around his legs.

“With these legs, you pick me up when I’m down and support me when I can’t hold myself up.” You trailed your nails up his calf, then scratched his thighs up and under the hem of his boxers. You pulled them down, his hard cock springing forth in front of your face. He could feel your breath on him, the anticipation making him shiver.

“And with this….” you grabbed him gently, pumping your hands up and down his hard shaft, squeezing, letting out a low grunt. Your lips were on his tip as you talked, “…you give me the most intense pleasures I’ve ever received.” You licked once on his tip as a warning, then took him into your mouth. The sudden rush of heat and snugness made him tilt his head back and roar a guttural moan.

You continued to suck, hollowing your cheeks. Your tongue followed the ridges on his cock. His tied hands resting on top of your head. His fingers, opening, and closing, trying to find purchase in your hair as you took him in your mouth.

You pushed him further inside, feeling him in the back of your throat. When you took him out, you swirled your tongue at his tip before you quickly thrust your lips down his shaft. You can feel him twitch, tasting him. He was so close. His knees almost buckling.

“Goddess, I’m almost…uuuhh…I’m close...” he said panting. You took him out of your mouth, sucking hard. You stood up and pulled his tied hands to lead him back to the settee. He was losing the high you gave him as his body settled down onto the couch. You pulled your belt off his eyes. He looked up at you, his cock twitching at the sight of your naked body in front of him.

“You cum when I tell you to. Do you understand my prince?” He nodded his head. “Use your words.”

“Yes, goddess.” He said breathlessly. You knelt in front of him, opening his legs wider. He had nowhere else to put his tied hands but above his head.

You started with his inner thigh, licking then sucking. You switched to his other leg, inching up closer to his red-hard cock. “Eyes on me, prince.”

“Yes, goddess,” he said panting. You slowly licked from the base of his cock up to the tip. His face held the most exquisite look of sex on it. Loki was on the edge. His body screamed to let go it was almost painful. He tilted his head back on the couch savoring your mouth. You stopped sucking, taking him out of your mouth altogether. You bit the inside of his thigh, making him yelp and take a sharp intake of breath.

“I said eyes on me.”

He bobbed his head back, watching you. You took him in your mouth, making him hit the back of your throat. You tried to swallow but he was so thick. His cries spur you on as you bobbed your head faster and faster. “Ohgoddesspleaseplease,” he cried out. You took him out of your mouth, saliva dripping at the side of your lips.

“My prince, you’re so hard for me. Where do you want to cum, hmm? In my mouth?” you gave him one long lick up his shaft, exhaling a rough breath. “Or inside my aching pussy?” He nodded his head, unable to speak. You stood up and straddled him. Your legs resting on either side of his hips. “Speak,” you said grabbing his chin.

“Yes…my goddess. P—please, I want to be inside...” He said with a slight whine. You discarded your robe and wrapped your arms around his neck. You gave him a searing kiss, all tongue and passion. His cold body seared your heated skin. You started grinding against him, his hard-ridged cock rubbing against your wet folds. He couldn’t handle this edging anymore, but your compulsion was making it hard for him to release himself.

“Do you want to use a safe word, my king?” you asked grinding against him.

“N-no…Feelstoogood…” he muttered.You reached in between your bodies and positioned him at your entrance. “Mmm, you’re going to feel so delicious sliding into me.” He bit his lip in anticipation.

You pushed your hips down, making you both cry out. “You feel so good baby,” you said as you started grinding up and down his hard cock. Loki couldn’t take it anymore.

“…please goddess…”

“What do you need, my king.”

“I ne—need to cum. Please let me cum inside you.”

“Oh, but you’ve been so cheeky. I think I need to watch you squirm a little more.” Loki let out a pained growl. He watched your body ride him. Your breast bouncing up and down. “I’m so close, baby. Oh gods…aammmm” you moaned and cried in front of him, the sight of you getting off on him caused him to nearly lose it. You kept grinding. His rock-hard shaft felt so good inside you. You felt so full as he would hit that sensitive spot time and time again. He lifted his bound hands up and over your body.

“I’ve wanted you for so long,” you said into his neck. “But you kept denying me back at the tower.” Realization finally hits him. This was payback for the four weeks he had taken care of you.

“I’m going to make you pay for denying me.” You said, slightly teasing. “Oh, kitten. I wish you would.”

This was payback for denying you all those times you wanted something more, but he was afraid to hurt you further. You raised your eyebrow at him, daring him to say something. Your grinding got faster and stronger. You had a more powerful thrust building him up again.

“Do you see what you do to me, baby? You make me a little slut for your cock,” you panted, kissing his neck, marking his skin. Your words made him moan out your name along with Asgardian curses. You’re bouncing on him, rough and fast. His cries getting louder. You reached behind you and untied his hands from his tie. Loki flexed his wrists, relishing the freedom of not being cuffed any longer.

“Touch me. I want you to come with me. I’m going to count down, ok?” you whined. He nodded, short of breath, grabbing your waist.

“Three.” you picked up speed, slamming down harder on his throbbing cock. His fingers bruised the side of your hips as he helped himself further inside you. He let out a loud moan as he settled back into the cushion.

“Two.” The sensation and the anticipation of coming undone heightened his arousal. “Baby, you feel so damn good. I don’t want to stop,” you said, slamming harder down on him.

“One! Loki, fill me up, please…” At your words, he let go. His loud moans echo in your head. You kept riding him, unable to get enough of the sensation of his cold hard dick inside you. He kept pumping, his fingers gripping you tight.

“Oh, that’s it, goddess. Take it. Take all of me.” He growled into your ear. He held you still as he started thrusting his hips upward. The sensation prolonging your orgasm into a second wave, crashing into you. You were a screaming mess. Your head was thrown back as Loki bucked up into you, releasing his long overdue orgasm. With one last push, he thrusts up while slamming you down. You screamed his name. Over and over. You slumped over him feeling the weight of your body sinking down into his.

It was several minutes before you could open your eyes to him. When you did, he was already watching you with his ruby ones.

“You’re so beautiful, my prince,” you said as you left little love marks on his neck. It was hard to tell if they would show up on his blue skin, but you hoped they would.

“That was amazing, kitten. Maybe I should deny you more often.”

“Did my punishment not scare you enough? Maybe I just need to edge you longer next time.” You said tugging on his ear with your teeth.

⬅️Chapter 24: Local God | Chapter 26: So This Is Love➡️

Tags: @user13cabs @alexs1200 @lokiprompts @huntress-artemiss

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vinziel · 2 months

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The Heart of the Lovesick will always be Broken Male Reader x Bruce

A/N: Another Angst with no comfort? Damn I'm feeling angsty today.

Oh what a thrill it was to date the Spruce from BroZone, that man could make anyone fall for him and you were one of those people, yes you two were inseparable, you both cuddled, kissed, went on dates. Ah yes how marvelous it was, the troll was gentle, kind, flirty and oh mighty handsome. Yes it was the perfect relationship and you thought you two would last together, you really did but when the band split up, you didn't even know Spruce left, you went to visit him one day and only his grandma answered, telling you the brothers except for Bitty B left. Least to say you were heartbroken, you cried and cried.

And oh how things were worse when you lost your parents when the trolls were escaping Bergen Town, you heard their screams as you tried to help them, only to be pushed to the exit by other trolls running. And there you lived a life of isolation, no one there for you and you there for no one. You eventually tried to socialize and became a bit happy, but still your heart remained broken and no matter how many trolls you dated tried to fix it, but people always say the heart of the Lovesick will always be broken, but you never believed in that, you still tried to fix your broken heart. You continue to live life like normal, your heart slowly and gradually healing, until you saw him, he was there, talking to his brothers, you didn't want to believe it, your eyes widened, and you froze in place.

Spruce, who now goes by Bruce approached you, he recognized you and gave you a hug "How's it been man?" He asked excitedly, you broke out of the trance and hugged him back, a small blush appearing on your face as you smiled, replying "I'm doing great. You?" "Oh life's been great, got reunited with my Brothers and blah blah-" You both converse for a while, you really thought you had a chance again, that maybe you two could give it a shot once more before Bruce suddenly mentions "I've got a wife and 13 beautiful kids now it's grea-" "WAIT YOU HAVE A WIFE AND KIDS?!" You yelled, shocked, choking on air "Yeah, it's been a while you know and well" Bruce responded, laughing awkwardly "W-well congrats man. I'm glad you found someone else" You say, you felt your heart break even more, you thought, you really thought you had a chance with him again huh?

"Thanks but uh what about you? Found someone else?" Bruce asked "Oh, no, I've dated but you know, none really worked out" You answered, the conversation was becoming awkward and really uncomfortable for both of you "Well I got to go, got you know stuff to do" You say awkwardly laughing, Bruce replied "Oh yeah my bro's are probably looking for me" You both went your separate ways, and it was only then when you went back home you let all your frustrations and despair let out, you thought to yourself "You dumb fucking idiot, you think he hasn't moved on?! You thought he was available?! That guy is smoking hot, you didn't think he would find someone else?!" You yelled at yourself, as you cried and cried, just as your heart was finally slowly healing, it was broken again, back from scratch, as you isolated yourself once more. No one there for you, and you there for no one. Perhaps what they say is true "The Heart of the Lovesick will always be broken"

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floydira · 4 months

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౨ৎ 𝐓𝐑𝐎𝐋𝐋𝐒

₊˚⊹ REQUEST RULES .ᐟ

so I got tempted and decided to make a whole account for trolls fics...ahem anyway.

I'm open to writing male, female or gender neutral readers. if the reader's gender is not specified, I will default them to gender neutral.

˖ ݁ ꣑ what I will write ৎ ݁ ˖

. ݁ ✦ headcanons, drabbles, reactions

. ݁ ✦ fluff, angst, comfort, suggestive, AUs, yandere, smut/nsfw (experimental)

. ݁ ✦ monogamous & polyamory

. ݁ ✦ ships, character x oc, x readers

˖ ݁ ꣑ what I will not write ৎ ݁ ˖

. ݁ ✦ age gaps, incest, any fucked up shit, anything not stated above ^

ᥫ᭡ ⊹ ࣪ ˖ characters I write for જ⁀➴

⌗ Branch

⌗ Poppy

⌗ Creek (guilty pleasure.)

⌗ Guy Diamond

⌗ Barb

⌗ Trollex

⌗ Delta Dawn

⌗ John Dory

⌗ Spruce/Bruce

⌗ Clay

⌗ Floyd

⌗ Viva

⌗ Velvet

⌗ Veneer

requests are open!

send me all your deepest darkest requests in my inbox and I'll fulfill your fantasy for you in words. 😉

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robsth0r · 2 years

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A Long Lost Friend (Jack Dawson x Female!Reader)

A/N: So this is my first fanfic. My friend actually told me to make it lol. Anyways I hope you enjoy!

Warning: None

Word count: 1785

I am walking along the sidewalk with my two suitcases one in each hand. I am on my way to the big ship I luckily got a ticket for. I am the only one of my family that got a ticket as they were very hard to get.

My family aren’t rich but aren’t poor either so I didn’t get first class and neither third but second which I am very happy with. It is very exciting just being able to sail with the new and famous ship Titanic.

I have a wide smile on as I walk around the corner to see the big ship. I stop and enjoy the view of the big ship. It is even bigger than I imagined!

There are a lot of people as well. Many on their way aboard the ship and even more people saying their goodbyes to their friends and family

I run towards the ship to stand in line with all the poor getting checked for things they shall not take onboard the ship.

One of the security guards comes up to me and looks at me with a dirty look. I suppose it is my clothes as I am wearing some rather male like clothes and girls like me should just wear dresses and skirts and not dirty pants and shirts. He has on a white suit with a matching white breton hat and brown slicked back hair.

“Miss I will need to check your suitcases,” He says, with a bit of a rude tone, towering over me. I hesitate for a moment but give him the suitcases. He opens the first looking into my eyes. He looks through it and picks up a little brown sack. He looks at me again and raises an eyebrow and I stare back at him making him continue. He ties the bow I had made open and takes out a little light blue stone I have spent much time looking at the last year.

“And this may be…?” He asks, looking down at me. “It is an angelite, sir. A crystal,” I answer his question, being curious if he is gonna steal it. He nods, frowning and putting the stone down in the sack slowly. He ties it again and hands me my suitcase again. He checks the other one too and quickly closes it again. “You can go onboard now, miss.”

I walk away in the way of the ramp going from the ground to the ship. As a second class on the ship I am one of the few that get to go with the first class on their ramp. I walk up on the ramp primarily made of metal and wood. In front of me is a rich family, probably first class. I can see it on their fancy dresses and suits and all their luggage.

The woman furthest away from me has on a bottle green dress and a hat with a print on looking like a weird combination of wood, spruce cones and wihte spots with a dog on a leash. Behind the woman are there a man and woman walking next to each other. I assume they are together but it is hard to tell as they are about 3 meters away.

I don’t think much more about it as I reach the top. One of the servants welcomes me as I get onto the ship. I nod my thanks and quickly go to the deck to be with the rest of the passengers waving. I get to the top and go over to the crowded taffrail. Or I try because as I am on my way over to the rail a guy runs into me.

“I’m sorry ma’am!” The guy says and runs away with his friend. I recognize his voice immediately as my old friend Jack Dawson. I look after him and is about to call after him but it is too late and he is gone.

*Time skip bc I am lazy*

I walk down the hallway of the second class. In the hallway there could be three people walking next to each other at the same time which surprises me a lot. I am one of the first to get down from the deck as I don’t have anyone to wave to.

On the floor there is a red carpet stretching all the way down the hallway and only about 10 centimeters on each side of the carpet can you see the dark wooden floor. The walls are white and smooth and between each door there is a little lamp hanging on the wall lighting up the corridor.

I reach my room and unlock the door stepping in. I close the door again, turning around to a very pretty room. There is a twin sized bed in the left corner, a little dressing table next to the bed with a mirror above and a chair, a wardrobe just to the right when you step into the room and a little coffee table made of wood with an armchair.

I look around the room in awe. I didn’t think it would be this pretty.

I open one of my suitcases seeing the brown sack on top of all my other things. I untie the bow and pours the little stone out in my hand. It is cold and as pretty as the first time I saw it.

“You have beautiful eyes,” Jack says and I look up from the book I was reading. We are sitting in a bar. Actually the place we first met. “Thank you,” I say, closing the book and placing it on the table.

“Yours are too,” I smile.

Jack takes a sip of his beer still looking into my eyes. Jack’s light blue eyes shine in the light of the lamp over us and I feel my heartbeat speed up. I break eye contact and look out of the window to see that it is already dark. I then get an amazing idea and look back at Jack who has turned his look away as well as me.

“Jack, I have an idea!” I say rather loudly. He turns his head to me again and frowns, “What? What’s your idea, Y/n?”

“You’ll see,” I say, smirking. I stand up putting my book in my old hobo style bag and reach out my hand for him to take. He hesitates but takes it still confused. I pull him towards the door hard, making him shriek.

I run towards a little crystal shop I have walked past many times before still holding Jack’s hand. We walk inside and start looking around after something that would match my desires.

“What are we doing here? You know I don’t have much money,” Jack says sadly. I roll my eyes, continuing to look through all the beautiful stones.

Then a light blue stone catches my eyes. That’s perfect! Just what I am looking for. ‘Angelite’ the paper before it says. I smile to myself and pick it up holding it up to Jack’s eye comparing them.

“What are you doing Y/n,” Jack almost whispers, smiling. “Buying this crystal. It looks exactly like your eye,” I say in awe, “Find one that looks like mine!” I say loudly.

Jack's face saddens but he does as I say. He finally finds a E/C crystal and I smile widely but he looks down, “Y/n I don’t have money I’m sorry,” Jack whispers when I am on my way over to the little old woman owning the shop. I laugh a bit, making Jack confused.

“I can pay,” I say smiling. I can see Jack about to refuse so I cut in “I insist.”

Jack nod and I pay. I give Jack the E/C stone and he smiles. “Thank you. I will never forget.”

I smile at the memory but put the stone in the sack again and put it in my pocket.

After unpacking my suitcases I decide that fresh air would be nice. I walk out of my door down the corridor and up a staircase that leads to the deck. On the deck there are very crowded and it takes me some time to fight my way to the taffrail.

I stop at the rail and lean a bit over to get air. The breeze plays with my H/C H/L hair and I close my eyes. I stand there for some time but eventually open my eyes.

I look to the side seeing a guy drawing. I look closely at it. It is a little girl and her dad looking over the ocean. I know the artstyle quite well. I then look at the artist of the drawing.

Jack. Jack Dawson.

I feel my heart sink and I let out a sigh of happiness. That makes Jack’s head turn to look in the direction of the sound. His eyes widen as I sit down and hug him. He lets out a laugh.

“Y/n!” He yells happily. I smile with tears in my eyes. The friend I haven’t seen in 1 year is sitting right next to me.

“I have missed you so much,” I whisper when I hold his shoulders in a tight grip. He smiles as I look into his perfect blue eyes. I then remember the exact thing that is in my pocket.

I quickly find the sack and unties it and takes out the stone. I take it up to his eyes like the time we bought it.

“You have beautiful eyes,” I sigh as a tear of happiness rolls down my cheek. He finds a dark purple sack from his pocket which I recognize. He takes out the smooth E/C stone taking it to my eyes as well.

“This is the only thing I really own. I could have sold this long ago and gotten the money I needed but I never did,” He admits quietly, admiring the stone, “I could never make myself do it.”

I sit down next to him and we talk about all the things we have experienced while we weren’t together. He tells me about how he won the Titanic tickets in a poker game and his friend Fabrizio who also is on the ship.

While telling the story his eyes shine so bright making my stomach clench. I have to bite my lip so as not to smile any more. I can feel my happiness grow every second I am with him. Reuning with my long lost friend is just intense, overwhelming happiness.

Being with him has always made me feel safe. I don’t know… maybe we aren’t just friends…

#jack dawson #jack dawson x reader #titanic #fanfic #yn

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Coconut

Summer Job!AU | Manager!Jimin x Waitress!Reader (ft. BTS)

genre: smut and angst (bittersweet ending)

rating: explicit

description: Summer jobs were temporary. Therefore, summer crushes were temporary. No need to fall for your ridiculously cute manager. But one slip of the tongue later + your perverted mind + endless flirting could only end in the inevitable. Fuck Jimin. Wait. No. Don’t.

word count: 17.8k

warnings: cussing, cheesy flirting, alcohol, lots of teasing, OC gets a small cut by accident on her finger, red-haired Jimin being such a menace, pining, wingman/best friend Tae being chaotic, minor jealousy, ANGSTY ENDING.

smut warnings: kissing, unprotected rough sex (remember, this is fantasy), dirty talk, oral sex (male and female receiving), fingering, creampie, dirty jokes, overstimulation, PRAISE (SO MUCH), body worship, begging, Dom!Jimin, spanking, etc.

a/n: If you don’t like coconuts… Well, I think you’ll still like this piece. Hehe. This was inspired by some real events in my life (highly exaggerated of course LOL). This fic has been in my WIPs for so long and I’m thrilled to be done. Jimin has been wrecking me a lot and I knew he’d fit this story the moment I got inspired to write it. Please enjoy and I hope to hear what you think if you’d like to share! 💕 😄

This fic was also inspired by this tweet. Also, the fic is partially unedited b/c I really was excited to get it out! Excuse any mistakes. :)

You told yourself there was no point in liking him. It wasn’t like you would see him after you quit your job and go back to school. The excitement wasn’t worth overthinking. But boy, were you crushing on your manager bad.

God, you wanted to punch yourself on a daily basis whenever you were around him. Why did he have to be so cute? So nice? So attractive? When did your “tiny” crush on him fester into something more than it should have been? You could barely hold yourself together anymore.

Things were fine when you first met him. It was opening day for the restaurant and the boss scheduled you for some reason even though you had zero working experience. Wasn’t exactly the best move on his part, but he was desperate and you were available.

Upon entering, you watched as employees in a scattered frenzy tried to spruce up the place last minute before it hit 11:00 AM. Some were on ladders fixing electrical units, others were cleaning, a few were in the back making phone calls; they were in dire need of help.

Despite all the chaos, he noticed your presence and walked over right away, a hand already extended out to shake yours.

“Hi, I’m Park Jimin. I’m one of the managers here. Nice to meet you.”

He flashed you this gorgeous smile, so perfectly radiant and flawless. It was one that you still remembered till this day because it was the same smile he always gave you. The one where his eyes resembled crescent moons and expressed genuine joy.

Yes, Jimin was cute. Beyond cute. But you didn’t want to think more of him than just that—a cute guy. Your perspective on him would change once you started working with him, you assumed. He’d probably be really strict like the managers you heard from your friend’s workplace or the ones depicted on television.

But no, you could not be more wrong. Jimin was the exact opposite. You learned he was the kindest manager out of the three working there. This was your first job and you were afraid your lack of experience would frustrate him. However, he was patient and very understanding. Learning to be a server with his guidance was a long but pleasant experience.

Now you were a lead role model for your coworkers at the restaurant. Jimin never failed to compliment you at the most random times, make small talk with you, put a hand on your shoulder when you were tired, and he even mopped the floor for you once on your closing shift (something he definitely didn’t have to do).

Little things like that made your heart soft. Fortunately, you didn’t work with him every day, which thank god because your poor heart would not be able to handle it. Days apart from him were necessary or else how were you to mentally prepare yourself for when you saw him again? You didn’t want to risk looking foolish.

However, he sure made it difficult for you to keep calm. Was it when you felt him staring at you that one day when you started crushing on him more than usual? When he called out your name and said, “[Y/N], you’re a good person” out of nowhere?

Or was it when you couldn’t figure out how to open the cash register and he laughed at you before saying, “I can’t help but tease you because you’re so cute.” ?

OR it could have been that day when he upset you by saying you get overwhelmed too easily at work and later softly telling you, “You know you’re my favorite, right?” in the most soothing, yet concerned voice?

… Yeah. Your heart was definitely his that day. And every day from then on.

*Knock, knock*

“[Y/N]! Your break is almost over! What are you doing in the restroom? Are you okay?”

You snapped out of your thoughts, quickly realizing you weren’t at home and were still on the toilet of your workplace’s restroom. “Uh, yeah! I’m okay, Seokjin!”

“Well, hurry up and come out of there. The next table is yours.”

Reluctant, you got up and went over to the sink to wash your hands. Seokjin was the strictest manager at the restaurant and intimidated you. As one of the oldest employees with the most experience, you knew he was only doing his job, but his strict ways made you miss Jimin. At least you would get to see him tomorrow.

So far so good. You made it through the first shift without being nervous around Jimin. Well, the restaurant was unexpectedly packed for a weekday, so you couldn’t talk much to him anyway…

But you still thought you deserved a pat on the back. Your coworker, May, was on her break so it was just you and Jimin in the restaurant plus the chefs in the back. The morning rush was exhilarating but stressful, so you were happy that there weren’t any customers right now in the afternoon.

The quiet atmosphere was pleasant and you were enjoying the serenity until the couple who owned the pie shop next door walked in. They introduced themselves, sparked up a friendly conversation with Jimin, and handed him a pamphlet of the sweets they had to offer. He thanked them and they left a minute later.

You tilted your head to get a better angle at the pamphlet in his hands and he was quick to notice.

“Wanna look at it with me?” Jimin asked with a grin. You nodded and he stood closer to you, placing the pamphlet on top of the cash drawer. “All my friends tell me their pies are really good.”

“Oh really?” you said, making sure your voice was as stable as possible. “I’ve seen some of our customers come in with the mini ones. They do look really good.”

“Yeah, I want to buy one.”

Skimming the options they had available, your eyes immediately took note of the kind you’ve always loved—coconut cream pie. “Oh, I love coconut!”

You pointed at the picture with your index finger and Jimin replied without a single thought, “Yeah, I love cream pies.”

The muscles in your mouth stiffened so hard when the words he said finally processed in your perverted brain. You were one moment from bursting out into laughter, but you didn’t want to get fired. Yes, Jimin was friendly with you but! He was still your manager and you had to remain professional.

The fact that you were also a bit aroused hearing him say that made you cringe at yourself, but the amusement was too distracting to focus on lust. Jimin seemed unaware that his poor choice of words was something unusual to say aloud. He effortlessly continued making small talk with you like the smooth conversationalist he was until your coworker came back.

You thought you would have forgotten about his comment until later that night when he was cleaning the tablet used for the restaurant’s music.

“Why is it so dirty?” Jimin asked aloud to no one in particular. Except you were standing right there, so you assumed he was talking to you.

“Because you touched it?” you replied innocently. Which you meant in the literal sense. He handled the tablet daily, so the natural oiliness from his fingertips most likely transferred onto the glass surface.

“Was that supposed to be a dirty joke?”

His response was so bold that it threw you off guard. “No?”

“You’re dirty, [Y/N]~,” he teased with a chuckle. The manager front he was supposed to be exhibiting was nonexistent right now. It felt like you two were merely friends having a playful conversation.

“Me? I’m dirty? Says the one who said he likes creampies.”

At that moment, you wanted to slap yourself. What were you thinking saying such a thing?! Even though May was in the restroom at the time, one of the chefs could have overheard you. You were so embarrassed and thought Jimin would scold you for being so vulgar, but he seemed unbothered.

“Yeah. I do!” he exclaimed with confidence. You reacted quickly, letting out an innocent giggle to ease the embarrassment you felt and grabbed a small wet towel to wipe the tables down. Heading towards the farthest table from the POS station (and from him), you removed the stains left by messy customers earlier that evening. Jimin watched you, a cheshire grin on his face as he grabbed the bottle of cleaning solution you left behind and walked over to you.

You saw him set it down on the table you were cleaning and thanked him without looking back at him. But then he leaned over to be closer to you, whispering ever so softly and laying a hand on your shoulder, “And here I thought you were innocent.”

You should have kept your mouth shut, but you replied again without thinking. “And so what if I’m not?”

He grinned, shrugging his shoulders and raised an eyebrow. “I don’t mind.”

Your face heated up in a matter of milliseconds, and he left you alone to do the rest of your side jobs for the rest of the night.

“Isn’t it weird?!”

“I’m not sure...”

You pouted at your best friend, looking right at your laptop’s camera to simulate eye contact. “Oh… so Jimin isn’t flirting with me? I knew it. This is why I don’t like assuming things! I’m always wrong.”

He leaned closer to his webcam, staring into your soul with his piercing gaze. “Well, I don’t know. I mean, some things sound like flirting and some don’t.”

You bit your lip, knowing that the one solid evidence you have of Jimin flirting was the coconut story. However, you didn’t want to tell Taehyung about that. It was too funny and also a somewhat personal moment that you and Jimin shared. So you didn’t say anything and told him about all the other things Jimin has said to you.

“I just think,” you began to say, “he’s nice to everybody, but he makes an effort to talk to me more. And he always finds an excuse to touch me. Like patting my back or rubbing my shoulder.”

“Hmm, some guys are like that with a lot of girls.”

“It’s misleading then,” you countered with annoyance.

“Oh man, really? I should probably stop doing that then,” he said with a laugh. You let out a sigh.

“I feel dumb…”

Taehyung softened his gaze at your defeated look. “Hey~, don’t be. I don’t know if he likes you or not. He’s most likely attracted to you. I mean, I am.”

“Oh quit lying, you’re just trying to make me feel better.”

“Well, I tried,” he said while throwing his hands up in defeat. You scowled at him and he let out a laugh. “Go enjoy dinner with your coworkers. You look good, so maybe you and him will finally get drunk and get laid.”

“Taehyung!”

“What? I encourage it,” he said with a hand on his heart. “When was the last time you got some anyway?”

“N-None of your business! I’m ending the call.”

“Okay then remember! Spell coconut!”

Your eyes widened at hearing that word come out of his mouth. What did he mean by that? You didn’t even tell him your story!

“What?!”

“Coconut…” he repeated, like it was the most obvious term in the world. “Did you not see that tweet going around Twitter?”

“Um, no?”

“Oh my god, I have to teach you everything. It said dick riding tip #1 is to spell coconut with your waist when you’re riding him. Thank me later.”

“Why would I do that? When I’m having sex, I don’t want to spell. The fuck?”

“It feels amazing for the guy and for you. You should try it out.”

“Like I’m going to get a chance to do that with Jimin.”

“You never know~.”

“Bye.”

‘Freakin’ coconuts…’

Nervous was an understatement. You could feel yourself trembling as you drove to the restaurant. Were you dressed appropriately? What wardrobe would be appropriate for Korean barbecue?

You hoped putting on your prettiest blouse and jeans would be acceptable. Anything you wore would reek with the stench of grilled meat the next day anyway.

Once you parked outside the restaurant, you stepped out of your car and locked it. On top of facing Jimin, social gatherings gave you minor anxiety. You’ve never hung out with your co-workers outside of work before. Which was a shame because you liked them all so much. The words “We should hang out sometime!” meant nothing if you didn’t follow through.

If it wasn’t for your boss, Kim Namjoon, treating everyone to dinner tonight, you didn’t think you’d get a chance to bond with them. And this way of thinking calmed you down enough to step inside the restaurant. The lighting was on the dimmer side, a cool shade of blue mixed with some white. It wasn’t hard to find the party of 10 (you being the tenth) sitting at the long table in the corner.

And of course the last seat at the end of the table was right next to Jimin. My oh my did he look as handsome as ever. His black hair was pushed back to the side, exposing his forehead. You’d think he invented sexy foreheads. And casual clothing. He was too beautiful for this world.

Uh oh, he caught you staring at him pushing his hair back. You diverted your gaze and locked eyes with your coworkers instead, who all stood up to greet you.

“[Y/N]’s here!” May, your favorite coworker, cried. You went over to her immediately and embraced her in a hug. Your other coworkers joined in and you let out a laugh as you greeted Pearl, Tarynn, and Hoseok.

“You’re late!” Pearl teased, nudging you with her elbow. “You took your time to look extra nice, huh?” She smacked your butt (typical Pearl) and laughed at your surprised expression.

“Pearl~!” you whined. She mocked your whiny tone and then hugged you as an apology.

“You’re just so cute!”

“It’s really good to see you!” Tarynn said, pushing Pearl out of the way for a second to hug you.

“Rude!” Pearl scoffed, but the smile on her face showed you she wasn’t really upset.

“It’s good to see you too~,” you cooed. After letting go, Hoseok almost tackled you with his tight embrace.

“[Y/N]!!!” He always was the most lively of the bunch. “It’s been a while!!!”

“Well, you only work twice a week after all…” you snickered as you returned the hug. He let go and chuckled at your comment.

“Good, everyone’s here!” Namjoon announced, flashing you a kind smile that showed off his dimples. “Welcome [Y/N]. Take a seat next to Jimin.”

“I saved it just for you,” Jimin informed while patting the cushion. You swore you saw him wink at you and tried not to freeze up like an idiot.

“Hm, I didn’t really want to sit next to you,” you said, trying to play hard to get for no apparent reason.

‘Way to go, lie to the man. You doofus.’

Jimin pretended to appear incredulous at your response, and you sat down with a nervous smile. In front of you was May, which relieved you because she was your favorite for a reason. Always so warm and friendly, full of smiles at the restaurant. Kind of like another Hoseok but less extroverted.

Next to her right side was Min Yoongi, one of the chefs at the restaurant. If Jimin or Seokjin called out, he would sometimes be a manager for the day. In fact, he was the one that interviewed you and called you a few days later saying you got the job. He was rather on the quiet side but polite nevertheless. He gave you a small wave when you sat down.

“Alright, everyone! Please order as much as you want. I’m buying and I want you all to have fun!” Namjoon announced, raising his voice so everyone could hear him. He was on the other side of Jimin, which made him at the center point of the table. It was only fitting because he was the boss.

Seokjin, who was across from him, added, “Order alcohol too!”

“Not everyone is of age!” Namjoon scolded, to which Seokjin let out a laugh that sounded oddly parallel to a windshield wiper. This caused everyone else to burst out into laughter as well.

“I mean, I’m legal so I’m going to get drunk,” Pearl declared. She was right next to Seokjin and they high-fived each other.

“Me too!” Tarynn exclaimed and Jungkook, the other chef sitting between her and Namjoon, tsk-ed at her.

“You shouldn’t be drinking,” he said while shaking his head. She gave him a sheepish grin and he sighed, knowing she was the type to rebel. “But if you do, I’ll be the one driving you home.”

“Okay~.”

“Yeah, I’m probably not going to drink much…” Hoseok mumbled. Pearl shook her head in disapproval and placed a hand on his shoulder.

“We’re drinking and that’s that. Lightweight.”

“Am not!”

You smiled to yourself seeing your coworkers bicker back and forth. Opening the laminated menu in front of you, your eyes searched for the alcohol section.

“Are you going to drink, [Y/N]?”

It was May asking and she had her menu open as well. You lowered the menu enough to meet her eyes before replying with, “I don’t know… I think someone has to be the designated driver here.”

“That’s true. I’m sure Namjoon isn’t drinking though. If you drink, I’ll drink,” she suggested, a flirty wink followed right after.

“May~, you’re trying to get me drunk!”

“Ooh, [Y/N] drunk? I’d like to see that,” Jimin chimed in. You glared at him and he had the most smug grin plastered on his face.

“Are you going to drink?”

“If you take me home,” he casually replied.

“Oh boy,” Yoongi said with a chuckle. “Didn’t think you were that type of woman, [Y/N].”

“W-What?! But! He!”

You were too shocked to come up with a proper reply and it caused the three around you to laugh.

“I’m just teasing!” Yoongi assured. “Jimin’s quite the flirt whether he’s drunk or not, honestly.”

“You jealous, babe?” Jimin asked him with a smirk.

“Oh yeah, babe. Cheating on me with [Y/N] hurts.”

“But I love you the most.”

“What is happening right now?” May asked with a giggle. You rolled your eyes at the chaotic duo before pressing the call button for a server to come over. Thankfully that stopped everyone from their chatter for a moment and allowed your heart to calm down.

The tabletop grills were ablaze and the sound of sizzling meat made everyone salivate. It wasn’t long before Seokjin and Pearl went shot for shot. You’ve never seen him be so loose and not uptight. Pearl, on the other hand, was not a surprise to see going wild. Suited her personality, you thought. They were the two oldest out of the group and yet they were cackling like young teenagers.

Their energy was infectious to those around them, especially Hoseok. His face was flushed a bright red and he looked lost every now and then. Tarynn was young, but she could handle her alcohol like a pro. Jungkook was also more vocal tonight and you’ve never seen him so carefree.

Namjoon and Jimin were occupied in their own conversations with Yoongi occasionally joining in. You and May kept cooking the meat and stuffing your faces to your heart’s content. You had a couple of shots and so did she, but you both agreed you wouldn’t go wild tonight.

“Oh, does this place have dessert?” May asked you.

“I don’t think so. Do you want to get boba or something?” You ate a piece of brisket and saw Jimin turning his attention back to you.

“Funny, I wanted some pie.”

That made you almost choke to death. You began coughing and then horrible wheezing sounds spewed out while you hit your chest with your fist to help the meat go down. Jimin patted your back and asked you if you were okay while May handed you some water. Before the whole table grew aware of what was happening, you gulped the drink down and felt a rush of relief.

“I’m okay,” you breathed, still trying to not cough.

“You sure?” May asked, not entirely convinced. Jimin stared at you too, waiting for an answer.

“Y-Yeah. I just need to go to the restroom real quick.”

You escaped the vicinity to calm yourself down. Fortunately, no one was inside the restroom and you could catch your breath. Gosh, you really humiliated yourself in front of Jimin—in front of almost everybody. Stupid pie.

It sparked back the memory of when he first admitted he liked creampies. What started as a chortle quickly turned into a giggle and you covered your mouth to stop yourself from cackling. It was still funny, hilarious even. And nothing more than an amusing incident.

You definitely did not want to linger on the fact he said he liked creampies and didn’t mind the fact that you weren’t as innocent as he thought. You definitely did not want to think about him giving you a creampie. And most of all, you must not think about kissing his plump, probably super soft lips.

No. No thoughts like that. It’s been a fun night. Why ruin it?

You patted your cheeks with both hands to snap yourself out of your fantasy. Your stomach hurt a bit and you realized you really did have to use the restroom. You were sure the others wouldn’t take notice how long you were taking because they were too busy having fun (you hoped). Once you finished doing your business, washed your hands, and dried them off, you stepped outside and almost yelped from almost crashing into someone.

“J-Jimin?!”

“Hey, you okay? I wanted to check up on you because you were gone for a while.”

‘Of course you’d notice.’

Your stomach was queasy again and it wasn’t from the food. Curse those butterflies.

“I-I’m fine. My stomach hurt a little, but I’m better now.”

He eyed you closely. A bit too closely for your comfort. You took a tiny step back since the restrooms were in a ridiculously too narrow hallway. It was almost like the restaurant did this on purpose to force their customers to deal with awkward situations with the opposite sex.

“Alright then. Do you want dessert? I’m buying.”

“I’m good.”

“So that’s a no on the cream pie?”

Your eyes widened so much, you thought they would pop out of their eye sockets. “W-What?”

“The coconut pie.”

“You’re doing this on purpose, aren’t you?” you said, fuming a little because of his teasing.

“Maybe… but it’s because you’re so cute.” This compliment made you turn cherry red and he grinned. “I gotta use the restroom.”

He turned around to enter the men’s side and you hit him on his back before storming off. “You’re mean!”

Jimin couldn’t help but smile as he watched you head back to the table.

You were tempted to drink and let the alcohol erase your encounter with Jimin at the restrooms, but letting everyone see you in an inebriated state wasn’t ideal. You’ve already made a fool out of yourself one too many times tonight, so you opted to socialize and eat instead.

Those who decided to drink continued doing so until they were reduced to giggling fits. This included Jimin, who was usually really good with his alcohol (according to Namjoon). Yet he got so buzzed that he couldn’t even sit up straight. By the end of the dinner, only you, Jungkook, Yoongi, and Namjoon were sober enough to drive.

“I think we’re done here,” Namjoon stated while standing up. “I’ll go pay the bill.”

The drunkards chorused a loud cry of joy and their dissonance hurt your ears. You saw Jimin looking at you through heavy eyelids, close to falling asleep on the nearest thing available—which just so happens to be you. His head cozied up onto your left shoulder and you froze.

“Oh my gosh, Jimin’s sleeping on her shoulder!” May said in a loud whisper, pointing at you while doing so. Yoongi rubbed his chin and chuckled at your bewildered face.

“Jungkook’s taking Tarynn and Hoseok home. Namjoon’s got Pearl and Jin. I’m taking May home. Could you take Jimin home? He lives near you, I think.”

“Uh…” You glanced down at the man sleeping on you. He snuggled closer to the point where you thought your lips might touch if he tilted his head up a little more. You gave him a gentle push off of you, making him sleep against the booth instead. “I guess I could drive him home. But you have to help me get him in my car and give me the address.”

“Sure, not a problem.”

It’ll be fine, you thought. Jimin’s already knocked out. Wait, but did you have to help him inside his home? Oh man, why did you agree to this?

It was too late to back out now though. Namjoon came back and everyone helped each other get to their respective vehicles in one piece. You started your car as Yoongi helped Jimin, who was half-awake, get inside. He strapped him in and the click of the seatbelt let you know he was good to go.

“Thanks, Yoongi,” you said as you put on your own seatbelt.

“Yeah, drive safe. Don’t do anything weird.”

He gave you this smirk that suggested indecency and you were shocked once again for the night. Never would you have thought Min Yoongi would say that to you.

“I have no idea what you’re talking about!” you huffed. “Close the door.”

He gulped and shut the door when he noticed your glare. You didn’t need to be teased again for the night. Shifting into drive, you pulled out of the parking spot with caution and headed for the highway.

It was a quiet ride except for the soft snores coming from Jimin. His head was turned towards you and you couldn’t help but glance at him from the corner of your eye. He looked so peaceful, somewhat baby-like. Angelic even.

Focus on the road, you thought. It’d be a shame to get into a car crash because you were too busy ogling your cute manager. Even if he was passed out.

The drive didn’t take too long and you came to find out he lived in an apartment. Yoongi forgot to tell you which number it was though. You pulled out your phone to text him when a soft voice startled you.

“I live over there.”

You almost dropped your phone. “Geez, don’t scare me like that!”

“Heh. Sorry…” He stared at you for what felt like a long time. “Did you have fun tonight?”

“Yeah,” you said with a slight nod. “It was very fun.”

“That’s good. Thanks for taking me home.”

His voice was much lower than before. It soothed you and also aroused you at the same time. Yikes.

“I kind of had to,” you said with a smile. “Anything for my favorite manager.”

‘Why did I say that, oh my god.’

“I always knew I was your favorite.”

His cocky tone did not go unnoticed. You wanted to change subjects. “Are you still drunk? Do you need me to help you inside?”

He sat up straighter to stop slouching and gave you a serious look. You heard the click of his seatbelt and watched it retract back to its place. Jimin leaned his body closer to you, using the car console separating you two as leverage to bridge the gap by resting his forearm on it. The alcohol on his breath was more subtle than you thought, mixed with the faintest scent of coconut from his body spray or whatever.

‘Of course he’d smell like coconuts, fuck.’

“Why are you such a nice person, [Y/N]?”

This was an odd question to say the least. But with how close he was to you, you didn’t think to point it out. “That’s… just who I am.”

“Hmm,” he said, “I’ll miss you when you leave… School is starting soon, right?”

“Mmhmm.”

He glanced down at your lips (you think) before meeting your gaze again. It seemed like he was thinking about what to do next but ultimately gave up on the plan and leaned away from you. You were disappointed, but your heart was beating too fast in your chest to dwell on it.

“I can walk myself back. Thanks again for the ride.”

“You’re welcome. Goodnight.”

“Sweet dreams.”

You watched him until he made it through the apartment building’s front doors safe and sound.

A week passed before you saw Jimin again. His shifts were limited to only weekends now and you didn’t know if that was a good or bad thing.

“Whoa, Jimin you look so different!” Seokjin exclaimed once Jimin entered the restaurant. You looked up to see him striding in with hair dyed a deep red. It reminded you of wine and right now, you could use a lot of it. My god. As if he couldn’t get more attractive.

The two men greeted each other as they switched places for the start of the afternoon shift. Seokjin removed his apron and clocked out at the station and you let out a sharp exhale. What was Jimin trying to do? Kill you with his ridiculously good looks?

You had just finished sweeping the restaurant and returned the broom back to its designated corner. That’s when you noticed there was a lack of lemons by the drink station. Customers tended to order water with lemon or request a wedge for their food. Yes! A perfect distraction.

The lemons were in the back of the kitchen located in the huge walk-in cooler. You went there and grabbed eight lemons, placing them in the container you brought with you. The cool air was refreshing and helped you chill out for a second before heading back to the front.

You left the cooler and walked past Jimin, who was clocking in at the POS station. Setting the container of lemons on the countertop, you found the cutting board resting against the wall with a knife in front of it. You grabbed them and washed them thoroughly, along with the fruit in the hand sink.

Jimin wasn’t paying attention to you, which was such a relief. You began cutting the fruit into thin slices to the best of your ability. After having Seokjin scold you for cutting them too thick your first day, it was ingrained in you to never do that again. Even if Jimin couldn’t care less about the thickness of the lemon slices.

You were usually so careful with knives, but today was not your day. You concentrated so hard on making the slices perfect that the knife slipped and sliced your index finger. It wasn’t a deep cut, but you still needed a bandage to keep the blood from trickling down your finger.

You washed the nick under the sink, grabbed a paper towel from the dispenser, and used pressure to cease the bleeding. You were aware the bandages were underneath the POS station where Jimin was and sighed. He was going to say something.

You went over to him and bent down low enough to see the inside of the shelves, searching for the box of bandages. Your heartbeat spiked because you knew his attention had been diverted.

“What are you looking for?”

“I cut myself,” you explained, eyes still glued to the shelves. “It’s no big deal though. All I need is a bandage.”

His eyes bulged out of his head with genuine concern. He reached his hand inside to the very back of the top shelf and pulled out the box of bandages.

“Ah. There they are.” You stood up straight, wishing you had found them first. Jimin took one out, unwrapped it, and took your hand in his, discarding the bloody paper towel you were holding into the trash can behind him.

He began wrapping the bandage around your finger with tender care, making sure it was on securely. You didn’t realize you were holding your breath the entire time until he was done, flashing you that sweet smile of his.

“I’m sorry you hurt yourself. But you’re okay now.”

He lowered your hand back down to your side, slowly, as if he wanted to hold you a few seconds longer.

“Thanks Jimin,” you said, returning his smile. The bell at the front door suddenly rang and your first batch of customers were pouring in.

“I’ll cut the rest of the lemons. Just take their order.”

“Hi there! How many today?” a loud cheerful voice cried out, causing you and Jimin’s heads to turn. Thank goodness for Hoseok and his speed.

“Oh. Well. You can get the next table then,” Jimin said. He leaned over to whisper in your ear, “For now, just stay with me.”

You died a little on the inside, cursing him in your head. Was he trying to tempt you, lure you with his seductive voice? Because it was definitely working.

The bell rang once more and another family walked in, saving you the trouble of finding out.

Only fifteen minutes until closing.

Standing side by side next to the red-haired handsome devil was making you tense. Combine that with the unbearable silence of waiting for last minute customers made you even more restless. Hoseok had already left for the night and it gave you some time with Jimin even if you were fiddling with the corners of your apron to distract yourself.

“So [Y/N]...” Jimin said, “What are you doing tonight?”

His choice of words were fuel for your overthinking tendencies. You thought answering with the truth would be best. “It’s late… so I guess I’ll sleep?”

Not the most interesting answer, but it’ll have to do. Jimin nodded as he rocked back and forth on his feet. He then placed both his hands behind his back.

“Sleep sounds great. I have to finish moving though.”

“Moving?”

“Yup. I still have a few boxes to move into my place.” There was a brief pause, as if he wanted you to say something specific. You took the bait.

“Oh. I mean… Do you need help? I can help you if you want,” you suggested, hoping you didn’t come off as too obvious. To your relief, he turned to you and flashed you a lovely smile that could make anyone faint on the spot.

“You sure? It would be late. You live with your parents, right?”

“Yeah, but they’re understanding. I’ll text them where I am.”

“Great. Um, I guess you remember my address from before?”

“You mean when you were so drunk I had to take you home?”

“Pfft. I was just acting drunk to get everyone off my back.” That was an interesting revelation. You didn’t know if he was joking.

“Right…”

“I was tipsy at best. If I was super drunk, I’d probably have done something I would have regretted. But everything I did that night,” he leaned in closer, “was on purpose.”

You let out a nervous laugh as he leaned away from you, smiling to himself at your reaction.

“Can I start on my side jobs now?” Honestly, you just wanted an excuse to let yourself panic somewhere else. He’s such a tease!

“Yeah. I’ll help you. The sooner we finish, the sooner we can go to my place,” There was a pause. “T-To finish moving. I’ll get started on sweeping.”

“I’ll get the mop bucket ready then.”

You left Jimin and headed towards the very back. The mop bucket was near the dishwashing station, where Jungkook was busy cleaning stacks of bowls/plates. He saw you were struggling to lift the bucket out of storage and stopped his task to help you. You thanked him and used the hose provided to fill the bucket up with soapy water.

Afterwards, you rolled the bucket towards the front and waited for Jimin to be done sweeping. You weren’t trying to be a creep and watch him, but he even made sweeping sexy. It was almost like watching him do a dance or something because he was so fluid, had so much grace, unlike you when you swept the floor (Seokjin always got on your case for not sweeping thoroughly enough).

Once Jimin finished, he flashed you another sweet smile. “Hand me the other mop. Let’s do it together.”

You nodded, trying to quell your heart at the fact you’ll be heading to Jimin’s apartment with him once again. But this time, you’ll be inside.

When you arrived at the apartment building, you realized Jimin lived on one of the top floors of the complex. He parked right next to you and opened his trunk to reveal some cardboard boxes sealed shut with duct tape. Some were marked as “clothes”, “books”, “figurines”... you didn’t question it; you just carried them.

You were thankful the elevators weren’t broken or anything, but carrying multiple boxes between several trips made you sweaty. Jimin was even sweatier.

“Phew! That was the last box, right?”

“Yup. Should be,” Jimin replied, collapsing onto his mattress flat on his back. His bed was the only thing complete in the room full of unopened boxes. You stood there awkwardly and he sat up seconds later. “You can sit down.”

“Okay,” you said in a soft voice, taking the seat next to him. The two of you sat there in silence for a while. Jimin looked up at the ceiling like it was a starry night sky before looking at you with the same gaze. You really were cute in his eyes.

The way you fumble your fingers when you’re nervous. The way you look around the room with curiosity. The way you blush when you make eye contact with him.

“Thank you for helping me,” he said.

“It’s no problem.”

“You probably have to head home now, huh?”

“Yeah, I do… I need to shower. I’m all sweaty.”

“Oh right, I do too.”

Now you were trying your best not to imagine Jimin showering. How his wet hair would look, his body all soapy, my god. You were being such a pervert.

“Are you okay?” Jimin asked, noticing your face was growing red. You panicked and turned your body towards him.

“I’m fine. But I’m tired of waiting, Jimin. Are you flirting with me? Do you like me?” you finally asked. Your exasperation got the best of you and you knew this moment would change everything. He gave you a blank stare before curling his lips into an innocent smile.

“Well… do you like me?”

You scoffed. This boy really had the audacity! “I asked you first.”

“True. But I don’t want to answer.”

“If you don’t feel the same way, I get it. It’s fine. I’ll be leaving now.”

You were about to get off the bed when he grabbed your wrist. His stare was so piercing that it felt like time had stopped for you both.

“Let me finish. I don’t want to answer because you’re leaving soon. You said you were only working during the summer, right?”

“Yeah…”

“Well… I’m also leaving soon.” This new information surprised you and he let go of your wrist to hold your hand instead, drawing small circles with his thumb. The sweet gesture relaxed you and he continued to talk. “There aren’t enough managers at the new restaurant we’re opening that’s a few hours away from here. My hometown is near there, so I’m being transferred. I’m also studying there.”

“Aw… What a bummer. You’re the best manager we have.”

“It’s because I’m so nice, isn’t it?”

“The nicest,” you said, lowering your eyes down to his hand holding yours. You didn’t think this would make you as sad as it did because he was right. You were leaving anyway and this was a fleeting crush.

“I won’t be leaving until the end of the year. You’re the one leaving me first,” he whined cutely, trying to lift your spirits.

“I have school and I can’t balance having a job,” you explained. “I’ll visit you though.”

His eyes lit up with so much joy, it made your heart soar. “Really?”

“Yeah. You’re my favorite.”

“Aw… you’re making me blush.”

“Now you know how I feel everytime I’m around you.”

“I don’t. Tell me.”

“Pfft, I’m not telling you anything. You’re not telling me how you feel.”

“True. We’re even then.”

You let out a small laugh, figuring this was the best. No point in confessing when you would both be leaving each other in the end. Flirting with Jimin was a nice experience. You haven’t found someone this fun and interesting in a while.

“Hey [Y/N].”

“Yeah?”

You felt the mattress dip from Jimin’s weight as he shifted closer towards you. He leaned in very slowly, watching your every movement until your lips were only a few centimeters away.

“Can I show you how I feel about you instead? For one night… instead of flirting nonstop… why don’t we give each other a break and just… do what we really want to do?” he breathed. You stared at him in a daze, wondering if this was all a dream. The tension between you two was unmistakable and you could hear the sound of your heart racing faster than you’d ever thought possible.

You realized it was just you and him in the safe confines of his apartment. You weren’t at the restaurant or with your coworkers. You were here, with him, and alone.

“I’d like that.”

You knew this was a bad idea, but you couldn’t help yourself. Jimin grinned upon receiving your consent and closed the gap between you two with zero hesitation. First thing you found out was that you were right. His lips really were so soft. It was like being in heaven and kissing its clouds.

He was so tender with you, moving his lips in a slow fashion to gauge your reaction. When a cute moan slipped out of you, he became bolder and placed his hand on the back of your neck and deepened the kiss even more.

Jimin exuded confidence and you became intoxicated with every touch. He made sure each kiss was released with a light smooching sound before going back in for more. You loved how there wasn’t an ounce of shyness in him. He was determined to show you how much he enjoyed kissing you and you were willing to follow his lead.

It wasn’t until he got on top of you when he stopped his actions. You opened your eyes to see the proudest smile on his stupidly attractive face.

“You’re really cute when you’re under me.”

“Shut up,” you said with a laugh. This really was such a bad idea. “This is such a bad idea…”

Did you just say that out loud?

“You think?”

“Um…”

“I’ll stop if you want me to. I really don’t want you to be doing something you’re not comfortable with.”

Your brain never processed information this fast but in this moment, you considered every possibility of what could go down tonight. Of what it would lead to later in the future. Of what regrets you’d have.

But with the way he was staring at you, your mind turned into mush. He always did have a captivating gaze. It was one of the first things you learned about him. At the restaurant, you noticed how he made sure to give each customer consistent eye contact and really cared about what they said (even if they went off on tangents).

Whenever he was frustrated or angry, his face would turn serious and his gaze became sharp and feline-like. It was beyond intimidating and usually for when you messed up an order or something of the sort, but you hated admitting how hot and bothered he made you feel.

Then there’s this gaze. The one where his eyes seem to soften, where he’s anticipating your answer.

“If you’re worried about whether I'm clean or not, I have test results from the last time I went to the doctors,” he added.

“No, it’s not that. I’m clean too but… I have to go. Sorry.”

Even with a day off from work, it wasn’t enough rest for your tortured mind. You were beating yourself up over leaving Jimin like that. Why were you such a coward?

It was clear he was into you and you were definitely into him. Even if you both didn’t state it out loud, you knew it. You could’ve made yourself feel better by telling yourself you left because your parents would wonder where you were (which was partially true, but they were dead asleep to berate you for coming home late until the next day anyway).

“Wait, you left? Dude, that’s so lame!” Taehyung said, incredulous at how you could let such an opportunity slip. You used one of his many pillows on the bed to whack him in the stomach. He whined at your surprise attack.

“Shut up! I know!” You used that very same pillow and shoved your face into it to hide out of sheer embarrassment. “Now he’ll never make a move again…”

“There, there,” Taehyung cooed as he patted your back. “You’re not the type to sleep with someone you don’t plan to have a relationship with anyway.”

You threw the pillow behind you and glared at him. “I know. But he’s so cute. God!”

“Well… it’s your day off today. Let’s enjoy it and order some take-out. I know just the place.”

“Where?”

Taehyung didn’t answer you and pulled his phone out rather quickly. A few seconds later, he had the device glued to his ear and waited for someone to pick up.

“Hello? Is this the _____ restaurant?” Taehyung said. Your eyes widened when you realized he had called your workplace.

“Hey!” you hissed. “What are you doing?!”

He brushed you off with a wave of his hand. “I’d like to order two orders of stir-fry noodles and orange chicken… yes… mmhmm. For pickup.”

“Pickup?!”

“The name is Kim Taehyung. By the way, is this Park Jimin?”

You tried to grab the phone away from him and end it before your best friend said something stupid. However, he was too good at evading your grabby hands and ran out of his room. You chased him only to hear him add on,

“Oh, [Y/N] is my girl, you know? She works there and she’s told me all about your food. I wanted to try it.”

“Kim Taehyung! You liar!”

“Hanging up now~, see you in 20,” And with that, he ended the call and flashed you the biggest smirk. “Is Jimin the jealous type? He sounded like it over the phone.”

You proceeded to move your hands towards his throat, wanting to choke him for pulling that stunt.

“Who said I’m your girl?! Now he’s going to think I’m taken!”

Taehyung snatched your wrists, giving you a cute boxy smile. “Come on, would dating me be that much of a nightmare?”

“Yes.”

“I’m only trying to help you. Maybe then you’ll finally get that creampie.”

“Ugh! I shouldn’t have told you that story!”

You drove yourself and Taehyung to the restaurant, seething in anger at how your best friend created this fake-dating scenario and for what? To get Jimin jealous? You stood him up and now this was like adding salt to his wound.

“This will be great. Jimin’s definitely going to make another move on you after seeing you with me,” Taehyung said, followed by an evil cackle.

“I didn’t ask for your help. Besides, it would be a one-night stand and it’s not worth pining over.”

“But you want him.”

“And?”

“Let me help you, you fool.”

You pulled into the parking spot at the front of the restaurant, unable to think straight. Turning to Taehyung, you let out a sigh. “What are you planning?”

“Nothing much. Let’s go in.”

He immediately got out of your car and you turned off the ignition, quickly following him after shutting the car door. You saw how he opened the restaurant’s front door and waited for you to go in.

“After you, babe.”

You rolled your eyes and entered, spotting Jimin right away behind the counter. His eyes locked in with yours and you smiled. But then Taehyung wrapped his arm around your shoulder and you looked at him in disgust. Jimin noticed but kept a professional smile on his face.

“Quit it, I’ll bite you,” you warned.

“I’m into that.”

You removed his arm and went up to Jimin. “Sorry, he’s my doofus of a best friend.”

While pulling out your wallet, Taehyung swiftly handed Jimin his credit card before you could. “Babe, I got it. Don’t worry.”

“Taehyung, shut up!” you groaned.

“[Y/N]’s one of our best workers,” Jimin told him. “You’re lucky to have her.”

“I know, right?”

“I swear to god, I will beat you to a pulp!” you scolded. Jimin stared at you with wide eyes, finding your behavior odd. “He’s not my boyfriend… promise. He’s just being an asshole.”

“Oh,” Jimin said, relieved. He swiped Taehyung’s card in the card reader and handed him the receipt to sign. “Well, here’s your food.”

He pulled out a large plastic bag of your order and handed it to you, your hands softly brushing against each other for a split second. You swore a current flowed through you at the slight contact and tried not to squeal.

“Babe, I’m not an asshole. Remember last night you came over and I gave you a cream—”

You stomped on Taehyung’s foot and he yelped, hopping on one foot from the pain. “Hahaha… you’re such a kidder…”

The death glare you had was enough for him to get the hint and Jimin chuckled to himself, walking around the counter to get close to you. You didn’t expect him to kiss your cheek and even Taehyung was shocked.

“Do you want to come to my place tonight? Around 9? That’s when I’m off.”

“Y-Yeah sure.”

Jimin locked eyes with Taehyung in a predatory manner, causing your best friend to gulp. You definitely noticed and were aroused at how sexy he looked. You spun around on your heel and headed out the door, the smile on your face so wide that your cheeks were starting to hurt. Taehyung followed you, partially limping from how hard you stomped on his foot.

“You’re welcome.”

“Shut up.”

You arrived at Jimin's place on the dot. Well, you had been camping out in your car for the past 15 minutes trying to mentally prepare for what was going to happen. If anything was going to happen. For all you knew this could be a normal hangout session. Netflix and No Chill. Hulu and Hugs. Amazon Prime with no 69.

Okay, you really oughta stop thirsting over Jimin before you make a fool of yourself. It was a miracle you even made it to his doorstep. After taking a deep breath, you knocked on his door. Nothing. Tapping your foot anxiously, you knocked again but this time with more strength. Still nothing.

You realized you hadn’t texted him you were here yet, but before you could whip out your phone, the door swung open.

“Hey! Sorry, I didn’t know you were here,” Jimin said, panting loudly to catch his breath. Your eyes nearly doubled in size at the sight of him in nothing but a towel around his waist. Tiny droplets of water dripped off his disheveled, damp hair and you froze to take it all in.

Park Jimin, your manager, was half-naked and looking too sexy for his own good. You covered your eyes so fast, but your mind could still picture his distinct V-line from where his abs were. You knew he was ripped but seeing it in real life was far better than anything your imagination could come up with.

“I’m sorry! I’ll just stay here!” you cried, feeling your face become heated. Jimin chuckled, finding your flustered state adorable. He grabbed your arms gently so as to not spook you, but it still sent an electric current through your body. You took baby steps into his place, keeping your hands glued to your eyes. Then you heard a soft thud and him cursing.

“Shit.”

“What? What is it?”

“My towel fell.”

“Stop lying~,” you whined, wanting to cry at how much you wanted to see him.

Jimin left your side to shut his door and you heard the lock click into place. “Well, I walk around naked all the time so it’s not that big of a deal.”

“Park Jimin!” you shrieked, remaining adamant about blocking your sight from the sin before you. “Stop~, put your towel back on.”

“Why?”

“B-Because!”

He stood in front of you and smirked as he grabbed your hands, but you refused to budge. “Don’t you want to see me?”

His voice was low and raspy, which sent a flood of arousal to your panties. You felt your knees were already starting to give out at the thought of a fully naked Jimin.

“I don’t know, I don’t know why I came here. I’m nervous. Why did you ask me to come here, arghhhh!”

“Because you had to leave the other night and I wanted to pick things up where we left off. But… I guess you don’t want to? And that’s okay. We can just watch YouTube or something.”

He picked up his towel off the floor and wrapped it around his waist once again when you dropped your hands.

“Good god, no. I want you so bad. You drive me crazy.”

His lips curved into a shit-eating grin. “You’re looking at me.”

“How can I not… you’re so gorgeous. I’m a nervous wreck around you, Jimin. I panicked the other night because I… I don’t do flings. I don’t flirt. I don’t know how to do anything, I just really, really li—”

He put a finger to your lips and leaned in close. “Shh. I’m the same. This is new for me. You… You are too cute for your own good.”

The scent of coconuts from his body wash or whatever was so fucking good, it was making your head swim.

“As much as I want to hear your confession, [Y/N]... it’ll make it so much harder when you leave later on.”

He moved his finger away from your lips and instead caressed your face, giving you eyes of yearning and lust with a tinge of sadness.

“What if I work during school? I’ll get to see you for a while longer. All you have to do is ask.”

“I can’t ask that of you. I know working and going to school can be difficult. And then even if you stay longer, I’ll be leaving by the end of the year.”

“So maybe we shouldn’t… do… anything…”

“Yeah. Probably not…”

He stared at your lips before licking his own agonizingly slow, making you rub your thighs together with want. You found yourself leaning forward and he backed up until the wall forced him to stop. His towel was sitting dangerously low on his hips now. One small movement could unravel the whole thing and you wanted more than anything to kiss every part of his beautiful body.

“We shouldn’t do anything… Yet why do I want to kiss you?” You placed one hand on his shoulder while the other pushed his damp hair out of his eyes, exposing his forehead that you loved oh so much. “Do you know how gorgeous you are?”

He blushed, relishing in your praise. “No, tell me.”

“Well… the first time I met you, you flashed me this radiant smile that told me everything would be okay. Even if it was my first job, I’d be fine because you were there. And your eyes do this thing where they look like crescents whenever you smile really big. I find it adorable.”

You grew bolder and cupped his face, rubbing your thumb across his plush lips in a tantalizing manner.

“Every time you talk, I stare at your lips because they look so damn kissable…” you whispered. “Makes sense because you’re good at it. Kissing, that is. And if I don’t kiss you again… right now. I know I’ll regret it.”

“Then do it,” He placed his hands on your hips and pulled you in closer. “Before I do.”

That was all you needed to hear. You went for it and kissed him full force because you’ve been craving him so bad. It was sloppy, open-mouthed, and full of hunger, but Jimin didn’t mind it. The excess of saliva was making everything slicker and that turned him on more. He closed his eyes and groaned from how needy you were, embracing you into a hug to deepen the kiss while helping you find a more natural rhythm.

He tilted his head at an angle better suited for you and snuck his tongue into your mouth, earning a small yelp of surprise. But he held the back of your neck and kept your lips locked onto his as he explored the crevices of your mouth, sliding his wet muscle against your own. It was then he sucked on your bottom lip harshly and you mewled, letting him have his way with you. Once he released you, he was pleased at how red and swollen your lips came to be.

Because you were standing chest to chest with him, it was impossible to ignore what was happening downstairs beneath the towel. His erection was poking your stomach and from the outline alone, your mouth started to water. You ran your fingers across his abs, your touch as light as a feather, until your hand reached the towel on his hips. Hooking your finger into the fleece, you stared at him with pleading eyes.

“I want to touch you.”

He smirked, sneaking a hand around your throat and pulling your face in close to his. “Do you? Tell me how bad you want me.”

His voice was dripping with dominance and the low timbre made the hairs on the back of your neck stand up. Underneath his charming, sweet exterior was a man who knew what he wanted, especially when it came to sex. He spoke like he was full of inner wickedness he’s had yet to unleash. You knew once you committed, there was no way you’d ever want to go back.

“[Y/N]... I’m waiting.”

“I want to touch your cock. Please.”

“Is that all you want to do?”

“I… want to suck it.”

“Beg me.” He began to litter the side of your neck with wet, searing kisses, each one delivered with more pressure than the previous until he finally sucked on the spot below your jawline hard enough to form a hickey. You winced when he used his teeth to nip at the tender spot, but he licked the bruise to relieve you of some pain.

“F-Fuck Jimin…” you panted. “Please let me suck your cock. I want to please you. I’ll do a good job, I promise.”

He leaned close, his lips brushing against the shell of your ear ever so slightly to whisper, “As your manager, I expect nothing less. Get on your knees.”

The speed you got down to the floor was far too fast to be safe. Jimin even had to ask you if you were okay since he heard your knees crack and you were embarrassed, reassuring him that you were fine. He couldn’t help but laugh, breaking that tough demeanor of his temporarily to take off his towel and offer it to you.

You were touched by his gesture but the way his cock sprung free caused your jaw to drop like a dumbfounded fool. It was of average length, maybe a bit more (6 inches or so, more than enough), but the girth more than made up for it. There was a slight upward curve in the shaft and he was smooth down there. Maybe your horny brain was making you delusional, but you found his dick pretty. Because let’s be real, dicks are not pretty. Except for Jimin’s because the world wasn’t fair.

On top of that, he was considerate. He folded the towel a couple of times and bent down to place it under your knees for you. But once he stood up, he placed his hand on your head, guiding your already open mouth onto his hard cock and you moaned at the contact. He cursed under his breath at the vibrations.

“Fuck… that feels good. Look at me.” You obeyed, your eyelashes fluttering at him prettily. “You look good with a mouthful of my cock… such a dirty girl. Like I knew you’d be. Show me how well you can please me, beautiful.”

You eagerly started to bob your head up and down, wrapping a hand around his length to make up for what you couldn’t take. You took a second to spit on his cock, lubricating it enough so that your hand could glide with ease up and down. Jimin closed his eyes and leaned his head back on the wall, savoring how good everything felt. His tip was extra sensitive and you kept stroking him the full length of his cock, causing him to shudder from the intense pleasure.

He then peered his head back down to watch you take him in your mouth again. You hollowed your cheeks and relaxed your jaw, forcing yourself to take in as much as you could. Jimin’s breath hitched when you got down to the base, your nose just barely touching his pelvic bone. His cock had reached the back of your throat and you gagged involuntarily, pulling yourself back and then repeating the process over again.

You soon developed a steady pace and you made sure to swirl your tongue while sucking him off, enjoying the faint taste of coconuts from the remnants of his body wash.

“You taste like coconut,” you told him after taking a quick break, continuously stroking him with a smile.

“Sorry, do you want me to wash it off some more?” He was so concerned; it was adorable.

You giggled when a high-pitched moan slipped out of him as you stroked him faster. “I love coconuts. Remember? Don’t worry.”

You stuck out your tongue playfully, using it to swirl around his tip like a lollipop. He visibilly shuddered at the enticing view. “You’re so h-hot, fuck.”

The praise made your heart swell with pride. You decided to try something you’ve never done to anyone else and dipped your head lower to his balls, cupping them with your hand to gauge his reaction. He jumped a bit in surprise but soon relaxed when you massaged them.

“I-It kinda tickles,” he admitted, blushing when you chuckled.

“How about this?” You didn’t know how you became so bold because you took one of his balls in your mouth, sucking on it with light pressure while stroking his cock roughly with your hand. A slightly saltier taste infiltrated your taste buds as you tried to gargle both balls at the same time.

Jimin clenched his abdominals and sharply inhaled, unable to process this new sensation. If you continued at the rate you were going, he wasn’t going to last much longer. Not when you were being so lewd and sexy. He growled and forced you to stand up.

“It’s time for me to reward my favorite employee.”

Grabbing your hand, he led you to his room past the kitchen and living room. He opened the door full force, not caring how the knob slammed into the wall (and possibly creating a hole). After flipping on the lights, he threw you on the mattress and climbed on top of you to pin your hands down.

You loved how his lights were on the dimmer side, the warm glow illuminating Jimin’s beautiful features and giving his skin a golden kiss. He found your lips once again and kissed you desperately.

Every time you moaned, his lips drowned them out, which aroused you even more. You felt him greedily rubbing his erection against your thighs and you couldn’t wait for him to fuck you. But Jimin was a giver and he wanted to repay you for being so good to him.

You felt him slide your hands up above your head and he latched onto your neck once more, sucking the hickey to make it bruise more. You arched your back into him, moaning unashamed and desperate to have his cock brush against your clothed womanhood. You spread your legs more to feel something and Jimin smirked against your skin.

“I’m not touching you down there until I feel like it,” he said darkly, licking a long stripe across the column of your neck. “Understand?”

“Yes, sir.”

His dick twitched at the sound of that. “Say that again.”

“Yes, sir,” you repeated with no hesitation. He used one hand to hold himself up while the other one cupped your cheeks.

“It’s funny. You never called me that at the restaurant. Only good employees get benefits from me.”

“No, no,” you pleaded, realizing he was going to keep up the roleplay. “I’m a good employee. You said I’m your favorite.”

He squeezed your cheeks with enough pressure to make your lips pucker. You whined cutely and he gave you a chaste kiss before releasing you. His hand trailed down to your chest, hovering above your breasts. “But am I yours?”

“Of course. You’re my favorite manager, you always have been.”

Satisfied, he grabbed the hem of your shirt and looked at you for reassurance he could continue. You told him it was okay and he lifted it high enough to see your lacy bra and cleavage. He gulped, causing his Adam's apple to bob up and down.

“I knew you were beautiful but holy shit… you’re irresistible.” He scooted his body down, so his head was in line with your chest. He shifted his knees to better balance himself while also trapping your body underneath as his hands delicately cupped your breasts. The mesh texture of your bra was fun to touch, but he was more interested in feeling your soft skin.

He settled his head in between your mounds and kissed, sucked, and tasted every part his lips could reach while massaging your breasts. You moaned louder than expected, so you clasped your hand on your mouth in consideration of his neighbors.

“Don’t hold back. I want to hear you.”

He pinned your hand down but continued making out with your chest, using his other hand to pull down one cup to expose your perky nipple. His fingers pinched the pebbled bud and he twisted it enough to earn a strained moan from your pretty lips.

“J-Jimin, it feels good,” you said, knowing he fed off praise.

“How does this feel?” He pulled down your bra completely, exposing your other nipple for his lips to take hold of. He sucked on it harshly, using his lips to tug on it several times until it released with a light pop sound.

His long tongue came out to play and he stiffened it to tease your nipple some more, toying with it and making it go back and forth. Switching to your other nipple, he gave it the same attention while fondling the first tit.

“God, I love your tits. Look at that,” He pushed them together to make the line of your cleavage more distinct and then squeezed them roughly. “Fucking sexy as hell.”

You blushed and he leaned back to sit on his knees, pulling you up to help you get rid of your shirt and unclasp your bra. Tossing the clothes off the bed, he scooted down some more to free your legs. You eagerly lifted them up and helped him take off your shorts, which were discarded with the rest of your clothes. Jimin couldn’t help but grin when he saw your panties weren’t matching with your bra.

He didn’t comment on it though because you still looked magnificent. Your top half bare with your hair fanned out on the pillow and legs wide open.

He hovered above your body and placed one hand near your head to prop himself up while the other one snuck down to your clothed womanhood. You knew you were practically leaking for him and a single graze from one of his fingers confirmed it.

“You’re already drenched. Damn. I haven’t even touched you down there yet.”

“I want you to fuck me already,” you stated, giving him irresistible bedroom eyes. “I can’t wait anymore.”

“Trust me, I want to. But I like to take my time. Besides,” he leaned in closer, “I love it when you beg.”

He cupped your clothed pussy and pressed his palm against your clit, stimulating the bundle of nerves you so desperately wanted. But it wasn’t enough. You needed more and were thrusting your hips up and down to get more. He normally would stop and teach you a lesson for being so needy, but it was so lewd watching you get off like this.

He used two fingers to slide up and down your slit, gradually increasing the pressure till he saw you pant harder, whine louder, thrust faster. Finally he moved your panties to the side and inserted one finger slowly, nearly knocking the breath out of you. And fuck, you were clenching so tight already that he didn’t know if you could handle another finger until you begged for it.

Inserting another finger, he now had two fingers in your wet pussy and slowly pumped them in and out of you. He loved how your slick was drenching his fingers and he wanted more out of you than sharp inhales and exhales. He increased his speed ten fold once he felt you were stretched out enough. So relentless and consistent, he fingered you faster than your moans could come out, each one sounding more broken than the previous one.

Your pussy made obscene squelching sounds with each thrust and you were now screaming for him to not stop.

“Fuck, fuck, fuck, I’m gonna cum, oh my fucking g-god.”

“Don’t cum.”

“But—”

He clasped his hand around your throat. “Don’t fucking cum until I say so.”

There was no way. It was too much for you to handle. His brutal pace, his dominance, the way he was holding your breaths hostage, you were experiencing too much euphoric bliss to not cum full force. You closed your eyes and your body betrayed you, delivering the most earth-shattering orgasm you’ve had in months.

Your legs were shaking and you wanted to cry because it felt so fucking amazing, your pussy started to convulse and Jimin finally pulled his fingers out of you. Releasing your throat, oxygen properly flowed back through your body. However, you were still light-headed and your body was still quaking.

Your eyes fluttered open when you heard a seductive “Mm…” sound coming from Jimin. There he was, still hovering above you but sucking his fingers dry.

“Open,” Your mouth was ready. He put his fingers in your mouth to let you taste the remnants of your orgasm. “Now isn’t that something? You love tasting yourself, don’t you?”

“Mmhmm,” you moaned.

“So delicious and sweet. But you cummed without permission.” He got off you and slid off the bed, circling around to the end of it. At first he simply stared at your fucked out form, loving the way your pussy was still dripping. Like it was ready for more. “Get on all fours for me. Face down. Ass up.”

Your body was still depleted of energy, but you pushed through and turned over onto your stomach while pushing your ass up. It was embarrassing for you because at first, nothing happened. Jimin was just staring at your exposed cunt and you didn’t hear anything. Yet when you tried to look back at him, he hopped on the bed and spanked you lightly.

“Is this okay? I’m not hurting you, am I?”

“No, not at all. In fact, you can… spank me as hard as you want. I can take it.”

Goodness, you were going to kill him. He wanted to shove his cock balls deep inside you and fuck you into oblivion. But there was more he had to do.

“You really aren’t as innocent as you look. Naughty girl. Did I say you could look back?”

“N-No.”

He smacked your ass again, this time with greater force. “No, what?”

“No sir.”

The last spank he gave you was brutal, you could feel the shape of his hand print on your ass forming where the skin stung. He massaged your ass lovingly, almost as if to apologize but you really didn’t mind. If anything, that made you want him more. Then he laid on top of you, kissing your shoulder and then trailing more kisses down the curve of your back. Once he got to your cheeks, he sucked on the skin enough to create another hickey.

Then you heard him spit right onto your cunt and jolted a bit when his hand rubbed the saliva in with your juices.

“You’re my favorite for a reason. And I’m going to reward you.”

He stuck his face in front of your pussy, watching it quiver with need. From when he kissed you and played with your breasts, you caught a glimpse of his long tongue. So it wasn’t all that unreasonable to assume he was probably a god at oral sex. Even if he wasn't, you wanted him to eat you out too badly to care about his skill level.

First he licked a long stripe down your slit, then used his thumbs to open your pussy lips wide to lap up your juices. You moaned into the pillow and gripped it tightly, letting Jimin slurp your pussy like the starved man he was.

“How did I resist you for so long?” he asked. “When you’re this fucking delicious. And this peach… it’s all mine.”

He spanked you on the cheek that wasn’t stinging with pain, but now you were pretty sure both cheeks were equally bruised. However, there was no time to dwell on that when Jimin inserted his tongue as deep as he can into your warm hole, tongue-fucking you while rubbing your clit with his thumb.

You wanted to cry from how much pleasure you were feeling since it wasn’t long ago since your first orgasm happened. But Jimin kept at it, using his free arm to wrap around your thighs and effectively holding you in place. Yes, he was merciless and needed you to cum on his tongue. He used his big lips to his advantage and made out with your juicy pussy, not even so much stopping as to take a second to breathe.

Your second orgasm was building in your core, this tightening pressure that was ready to burst any minute. You cried out Jimin’s name as you cummed all over his face, but he simply slurped up all your essence, letting you ride out your orgasm for as long as it could.

When he finally let go of you, you could no longer keep your body up. You fell onto your side and he joined you on the bed again, pushing your hair out of your face.

“You’re incredible,” he said, giving you a warm smile. “Are you okay? If you’re done for the night, I’d understand.”

You shook your head, letting the high of your orgasm subside. “No… no… I want you to fuck me. I need you inside me.”

“But [Y/N]... you cummed twice. I think. You did cum, right?”

You rolled your eyes. “Yes! Duh!”

“I had to confirm,” he said innocently, placing a kiss on your forehead. “But just know I… I can be really rough.”

“Rougher than what you’ve already put me through?”

“... Well… it depends. I don’t want to make you too sore.”

You gulped, feeling your lust build up again at that statement. “I would fucking love that though.”

He couldn’t help but laugh at your boldness. “Okay. Let me get a condom.”

Reaching his hand over you, he tried to open his nightstand drawer, but an idea popped into your head. You grabbed onto his bicep (to shamelessly feel his muscle but also stop his actions) and his eyes widened, confused.

“Actually… why don’t you give me that creampie?”

His eyes darkened and you saw the way his jaw clenched. “[Y/N]... don’t play with me.”

You started speaking really fast. “I’m not. I’m on the pill and… well, you did say you love creampies. Give me one.”

He thought about it for a second and continued to reach for the drawer. You were admittedly very disappointed, but then you realized he had pulled out a bottle of lube from the drawer instead of a condom.

“I want to make sure we do it right then.” He popped open the cap and squeezed the clear product into his hand before palming himself. You watched him with zero shame and there was no doubt in your mind you could cum from the sight alone. The lube gave his dick a shiny gloss and it looked painfully erect. He must have been suffering from not having cummed yet and you couldn’t wait for him to take out his carnal desires on you.

You grabbed the bottle and set it back on the nightstand before getting on top this time.

“[Y/N]?” He was surprised that the tables had turned.

“I want to try something,” you admitted. “Let me ride you.”

He relaxed and laid back on the pillow, giving you the go-ahead with a simple nod. You finally achieved your dream of kissing his body, making sure to not leave any part of his torso untouched. He was a work of art and you wanted to cherish this time with him.

“You’re too attractive for your own good.” You lightly ran your fingernails over his abdominals and gave one final kiss to his collarbone. “Handsome all around.”

He couldn’t hold back his smile. “Well, you’re beautiful. Underneath and on top of me.”

“Why thanks. How about when I do this?”

You leaned back and sat up straight, using your knees to hold yourself up to properly align his cock to your entrance. First you guided his tip to your folds, shuddering when it brushed against your clit. Jimin bit his lip, watching you sink onto his cock slow and steady. You sighed with content as the thick head stretched you, but his shaft provided you the delicious burn you were after. Your arousal mixed with the lube helped things go smoothly and once he was fully inside you, you both moaned from the satisfaction.

“God~, that feels amazing. Fuck. So tight. So sexy, you have no clue.”

Without warning, you bounced up and down his shaft like a bitch in heat. The complete opposite of Jimin, you had no patience, not that he minded at this point. He held onto your hips and admired your body, loving the way your tits bounced while you threw your head back in bliss. The sound of skin slapping on skin bounced off the walls nonstop.

That’s when that viral tweet popped into your mind and you slowed your bouncing to more of a rolling motion with your hips.

“How does this feel?” You moved your hips in a half circle shape to form a ‘C’, followed by a full rotation for the ‘O’, making sure to take your time. Jimin’s grip on your hips tightened and his face contorted from the pleasure.

“So fucking good, keep going.”

You were pleased it was working and moved back and forth to spell the ‘N’, but found it confusing. If anything, it’d be an ‘I’. But Jimin seemed to enjoy it, so you spelled out the rest of the word (your favorite motion being the ‘O’).

Jimin noticed your rhythm being thrown off a minute later, so he asked if everything was okay. You internally groaned and stopped moving. This was why you told Taehyung that tweet was stupid. Who spells during sex?

“Um… I saw this stupid tweet and was trying it out…”

“What tweet?” Jimin asked casually and you found the whole situation hilarious because he was still balls deep in you.

“There’s this viral tweet that said dick riding tip #1 is to spell the word coconut when you’re on top… I just thought the N was weird. Because wouldn’t it be like this?”

You did a zigzag motion with your hips but nearly fell off his dick. He was trying hard to take you seriously, but even your sloppy technique sent a wave of shocking pleasure when you were clenching this hard.

“At first I did this back and forth motion—” You demonstrated it again. “—But that’s more like an ‘I’, right? I pictured it as an ‘N’. Does that count?”

“I swear to god, you are too cute,” he said, straining to keep his words stable. “Well guess what? Any movement you make feels so good, so please. Just do what makes you comfortable.”

“You don’t think I’m silly?”

“Are you kidding? I want to fucking ruin you. Keep going.”

You placed your hands on his firm chest to hold you steady, resuming back to riding him the way you originally intended—hard, fast, and desperate. Jimin was captivated in the way you rolled your hips, your lewd expression, and how more defined your breasts/cleavage were with your hands in front. He couldn’t help himself and grabbed hold of them as you continued to bounce.

Having you ride him raw was surreal. The lube combined with your arousal made everything feel incredible and your tight, velvet walls were so snug and warm. Watching you enjoy yourself only turned him on more and he wanted to meet you half-way. Your pace was declining in speed as your thighs burned, so he thrusted up at lightning speed, nearly knocking the breath out of you.

As his hips met yours at a fast pace, he had found that sweet spot deep inside. “You like that?”

“Yes, yes, yes! Your cock is so good.” You could no longer hold yourself up and Jimin seized that opportunity to wrap his arm around you, bringing you down to meet him chest to chest as he fucked you silly. His free hand found your ass cheek and he spanked you, whispering filthy words of praise into your ear.

“You take my cock so well, you know that?” The sudden drop in his voice to a lower octave made you clench harder. “So fucking sexy, grip my dick with that greedy pussy. Fuck~, I love an obedient girl.”

He locked you in place, his hold on you as strong as his thrusts. You closed your eyes to focus on that building pressure in your core, but Jimin growled.

“Eyes on me.”

Like the good girl you were, you obeyed. Jimin loved how you glowed in the warm ambience of the lights in his room with that fucked out expression. And he was only getting started. He lifted his head up to kiss you, drowning out your moans as his dick relentlessly penetrated you.

Your eyes rolled back in your head when you thought the pleasure was too much, but then he flipped you over onto your back like you weighed nothing. His cock never left your pussy, so he drilled into you harder as your legs wrapped around his waist. You grabbed his face with both hands and met his lips once again, this time inserting your tongue in his mouth. The action was so lewd and fulfilling at the same time.

But then Jimin’s thrusts slowed to more slow, languid motions. He was taking his time savoring every raw sensation but each time he thrusted back into you was sharp and calculated. You stopped kissing him to moan and he simply watched you, demanding eye contact.

“Do you feel that? My cock going in and out of you. It’s driving you crazy with how slow I’m going right? But then,”—he thrusted extra hard, —“I do this. And you love it, right?”

“Yes, I want more. Please. Give it to me harder,” you said in a breathy plea. He relaxed his body to collapse onto yours fully, placing both his forearms on either side of your head. You released your legs off his body and spread them wide because you knew he was going to go in deep.

He lifted his hips and fully started slamming into your pussy, his arms trapping you on either side while his face was hovering right above your own. Each thrust deliberate, desperate—a result of him being deprived of sex for so long and there was no way he wasn’t going to give you everything he’s got.

Missionary was bound to be intimate, but Jimin holding you this close meant he was unknowingly sinking his hooks deeper into your heart. Everytime your eyes threatened to shut, Jimin’s growl would alert you to think again. Besides, you wouldn’t want to miss the way he brought his lower lip in slightly, biting it tenderly before releasing slowly in between aggressive thrusts.

The skin-to-skin contact forced your bodies on the verge of overheating, but you couldn’t get enough of it. Your broken moans and his drawn-out grunts were synchronized in rhythm and thrust, the two of you too consumed by the overpowering lust from waiting so long to indulge in your true desires.

Jimin ducked his head into the valley of your breasts, providing you with sweet smooches as he slowed the rolling of his hips. You peered down to meet his piercing eyes and he used that opportunity to peck you on the lips.

“I want you to do something for me,” he said, his voice dripping in lust and dominance. He pushed himself up, grimacing at how his perspiration made you both sticky when he peeled off you. It took him almost everything to slide out of you, what with your death grip on his cock.

He leaned back on his knees and you sat up, willing to do anything to get him back inside you.

“What do you want?” you asked, your voice slightly wavering. Not like you could forget how he said he could be rough.

“You. All fours. Now.”

You flipped over onto your stomach eager as ever and got onto all fours. He stared at your sopping cunt and inserted two fingers in, scissoring you as you shook your ass back and forth in faux protest.

“J-Jimin please… put your cock back inside me. I want it.”

“Shh, shh, shh~, you’re so needy.” He spanked you with his free hand and then massaged the cheek, realizing your skin was still sensitive from the last time. “You okay?”

“Y-Yes.”

He took his fingers out of you and laid on top of you, cupping your mounds and giving them a firm squeeze.

“Seeing you like this… is so unbelievably sexy.” He sucked harshly on the side of your neck and you whined, knowing the hickey will last more than a few days. His lips trailed down to your shoulder blade, down the curve of your spine, and then to your ass. Right when you were about to beg him to fuck you, he pushed your head down into the pillow but your ass still remained up.

“You think you can take my cock?” he challenged in his raspy, satoori.

You turned your head to the side, so your voice could travel. “Yes. I know I can.”

“Confident, are we?” He used his other hand to rub his girthy tip against your pussy lips, teasing you until you were squirming and begging with need. Then you felt him push in, his cock invading your walls without warning and giving you that delicious stretch you craved. He still held you down as he snapped his hips into you at a consistent rate that had you screaming into the pillow. “Take it. Take my cock, tell me how much you love it.”

“I love it!” you shouted, clawing at the sheets. “Fucking hell, I love it!”

He responded by gripping your hips with both hands, slamming into you harder than before and reaching your sweet spot. Hearing the squelching of your own pussy plus the sound of skin slapping on skin was a sinful treat to your ears and Jimin surprised you once again when he grabbed your hands and held them behind your back.

Having complete possession of your body, you simply laid there and took every single attack to your pussy. You loved how dominating he was, his raw passion and intensity taking you straight to heaven like no other. He loved how your cheeks jiggled as his cock slid in and out of you, coated in a thick layer of cum.

“Even your backside is gorgeous, fuck. I’m…”—his hips stuttered but he thrusted back into you hard enough to make you drool,— “so lucky. [Y/N]... I might not last much longer.”

“That’s okay,” you said in a soothing voice.

“No. It’s not.”

He released your hands and pulled out of you. Before you could turn your head back to see what he was doing, you felt a slight tickle and something in your pussy before you realized he was eating you out again. Something about him not caring about his dick being in you seconds before but still willing to service you like this made your heart flutter. He wrapped an arm around your thighs, flicking his tongue on your clit and slurping your juices loudly.

“J-Jimin… Jimin please, I—oh god—I…” your stomach was tightening, the pleasure building up exponentially and you knew you wouldn’t be able to hold on any longer. Jimin ceased his actions and the pleasure dissipated until he shoved his cock into you full force, fucking you like an animal in heat.

You screamed his name several times, unable to keep your ass up and he pushed you down until you laid flat, continuing to jackhammer into your tight cunt relentlessly. Wrapping an arm around your neck in a loving embrace, he snapped his hips in you until your pussy spasmed out of nowhere. Your orgasm was spontaneous and lasting far longer than any you’ve experienced in the past.

Jimin wasn’t done yet and kept thrusting madly till the sensitivity was too much. But you loved it, wanting him to prolong that bliss and he assured you he was going to cum soon.

“You’re so good to me, let me cum in that pretty pussy.”

You could barely moan out a yes, but he heard you and with one last brutal thrust, he cummed inside you. You’ve read online that sometimes when the guy comes inside you, you might not feel anything. With Jimin? That was a different story. His load was undoubtedly large, making you feel full. His cock was still in you and he rode out his high by grinding into you, pushing the cum back in deeper.

Jimin simply held you, catching his breath and not saying a word. He wanted to stay inside you for a while longer and embrace the warmth of your body. However, he did remove his arm, so you could rest your head and lay down completely.

“You know…” you said in a breathy voice. “You’re my first creampie.”

His dick twitched inside you at the sound of that. He immediately knew in a few minutes, he’d be ready to fuck your brains out again. “Fuck… what are you doing to me?”

No matter how late it got, you managed to force yourself to go home because there was no way you could stay over. Not on your parent’s watch. As much as you wanted to cuddle with Jimin, you had to respect their wishes; you could stay out late as long as you came home at the time you texted them. Your aching muscles protested with each step you took, your legs as wobbly as jelly, but you trekked on to your car after cleaning up.

Jimin walked you out of course and it was cute to see him beg you for once.

“You sure you can’t stay? It’s really late…”

“I told my parents I’d be home by 1 at the latest.”

“Aren’t they asleep?”

“Yes.”

“So they wouldn’t know. Please~, stay over. I can make you breakfast.”

You threw your arms around his neck and pecked him on the lips. “In bed?”

“Well, I was thinking more like pancakes or waffles. Whichever you prefer but that can also be arranged.” He engulfed you in a tight hug, taking in your scent one more time. “Get home safe. Text me.”

“I will.”

Weeks passed since that marvelous night. It took forever for your love bites to heal, especially when Jimin kept recreating them. He still worked on the weekends, so you saw him maybe once or twice a week. At first, you dreaded seeing him again because you worried he’d treat you differently. You even made the first move in addressing the elephant in the room.

“What we did was fun. One time thing, you know? No hard feelings.”

“Ah, I understand. But I wouldn’t mind if it happened again.”

You’d be a fool to resist him. He and you stayed late nights on purpose, so he could fuck you in the restaurant after hours. Whenever it was your breaktime, you two would do it in his car. One time you had a quickie in the bathroom, which wasn’t the most comfortable but still enjoyable nevertheless.

Wasn’t long until your coworkers picked up on your suspicious behavior with Jimin. They knew there had to have been a reason you had that certain glow and hop to your step. But you brushed them off and were tight-lipped. Jimin loved the secrecy and so did you.

However, the next month was when Jimin stopped showing up to work. You texted him out of concern, but he didn’t reply. Not that you two often texted each other anyway (he said he didn’t like texting and preferred face to face conversations), but you were worried. It wasn’t until during your break Yoongi informed you he was sick.

You debated on whether or not to come over and drop off some food or something but decided against it. Something in you felt it wouldn’t be appropriate despite how intimate things have gotten lately. Fortunately Taehyung was there to keep you occupied and you got to update him on how great things have been going.

Two weeks later was when you saw Jimin again. You were ecstatic to see him scheduled for the morning shift with you. Waking up early was something you dreaded, but you woke up extra early to get to the restaurant and have some extra minutes with him. You greeted him with a bright smile and a wave upon entering, but he kept his focus on the drink station.

“Hey.”

His back was still turned towards you and you dropped your hand, feeling unsettled. Maybe he was still sick. So you put down your stuff, clocked in, and began working on your side jobs for the morning. He did the same.

“Hey Jimin,” you said, sitting across from him at a table after your side jobs were finished. He stopped staring at his phone screen and raised his head to meet your eyes.

“Yes?”

“You okay?”

“Yeah.”

“That’s good. I start school again in a few weeks.”

“I see… time flies by fast.”

His voice was lacking enthusiasm, so you got straight to the point. “I know you said you don’t like texting, but I hope we can try to keep up with each other. I’ll be busy, but I’m always down to talk.”

Jimin turned his phone over and placed it down on the table. He straightened his posture and sighed like he was burdened by something.

“We shouldn’t.”

“What?”

No traces of a smile were found. “[Y/N]... I don’t want to lead you on. It was nice spending time together, really. I loved every moment. It was fun. But…”

You were shouting in your mind for him to stop talking. These types of conversations never ended well, especially when there was a but.

He continued, “My ex-girlfriend lives near the new restaurant I’m being transferred to. We’ve been… talking. A lot.”

“... Oh.”

“To be honest, we were on a break of sorts. Seeing other people but I—”

“Used me as a rebound. Got it…”

“No! [Y/N], I’m sorry. But I care about you.”

“Just don’t. It’s whatever. This was a fling anyway, I don’t know why you’re sorry. Not like this was a real relationship.”

You were pretty sure he was able to hear your heart tear in half. There was no need to continue this conversation. You didn’t want to hear anymore of his excuses or attempts at damage control. It made sense how he didn’t let you ever confess. This whole time he’s secretly had someone else in the back of his mind.

Even if you knew it was best not to exchange confessions, you still hoped. You hoped there could be more. Long-distance perhaps? You realized that was impractical and stupid. He was going to get back with his ex. It’s funny because he was never yours, but you thought… well… that you two shared something special. Now it all felt one-sided.

Jimin thought you were going to say more, yell at him even, he would’ve taken whatever insults you were ready to throw. But your silence spooked him more. Your smile nonexistent, your eyes losing their luster.

He said your name again, this time more softly because he was afraid you would fall apart if he was too direct. You got up from your chair and turned away from him because 1) there was a couple about to enter the restaurant and 2) you didn’t want to look at his face anymore.

The bell rang and you mustered up your best “I-love-my-job-and-I’m-not-dying-inside” voice. “Welcome! How many today?”

It was impressive how you kept that act up the entire day. Jimin tried to talk to you during the slow hours, but you avoided him by finding other tasks to do. Whether it was sweeping, wiping down tables, helping your coworker when he was falling behind on orders—anything was better than dealing with him.

Once nightfall came and the last table left, you started on your side jobs with Hoseok. Jimin also helped, but you couldn’t care less what he was doing.

“Hey [Y/N], I emptied the trash so all you have to do is put in new bags.”

“Thanks Hoseok! I’ll do that right now.”

You grabbed two new trash bags from the cabinet and entered the women’s restroom. It took you less than a minute to replace it before going to the men’s restroom to repeat the same task. Then just when you finished, you heard a knock on the door.

“Yes?” you called out. Jimin entered and you panicked, wanting to bolt out faster than the speed of light. “Oh. Jimin. I’m done, did you need to use the restroom? I’ll be leaving.”

He shut the door and stood in front, effectively blocking your only means of escape. “Can we please talk?”

“No. What is there to say? You don’t even want to be friends.”

“I said we shouldn’t text. We can still be friends.”

“I don’t want anything to do with you. Or come between you and your ex,” He reached for your hand, but you hid it behind your back. “I’m putting in my two weeks. Today.”

He stared at you in shock, retracting his hand and placing it back down by his side. “But school doesn’t start for you until later… you’re not going to stay? Just for a while longer?”

“No. It’s best this way.”

“Will you come visit?”

“I… I don’t think so. Please let me go.”

Seeing his lips tremble and heartbroken expression was crumbling the strong demeanor you fronted. You had to leave these small confines or else you might do something you regret like kiss him and have one last rendezvous. Jimin didn’t want to let things end this way, but he stepped aside.

“Alright. I’ll tell Namjoon.”

His voice was frail and sounded on the verge of crying. You exited the restroom without looking back, leaving him by himself to wallow in sadness.

“Hoseok! I’m going to be leaving early. I don’t feel well!” you announced so he’d hear you in the back. “Can you finish my side jobs?”

“Yeah, it’s no problem!” he shouted back, completely clueless as to what was going on.

Your work schedule was shortened drastically. Rather than working two more weeks, you were only working one. And none of the days lined up with Jimin’s. You didn’t know if that was done on purpose or if it was a coincidence, but it was easier this way. Your coworkers, while sad, understood why you had to leave. Namjoon even asked you if you were leaving because you disliked the staff or something, to which you reassured him that wasn't the case.

Your last work day flew by and you pretty much never looked back. In the last few weeks you had left of summer, you chose to relax and focus on other things. Taehyung comforted you with your favorite junk foods and gave you a word of advice.

“Sometimes you have chemistry with someone and it doesn’t mean you have to date. Maybe they’re just a chapter from your story, a pleasant memory. You’ll find sparks with someone else, trust me.”

He even invited you to spend time with him and his roommates, who were all stupidly attractive and you appreciated having some new eye-candy to fawn over. Slowly but surely, you were forgetting all about your manager.

Meanwhile, Jimin was often found staring at his phone. He didn’t want to admit he was waiting for you to text him, but the thought of it made him happy. Just to hear from you one last time. Sure, he should’ve texted you first but after being firm about not liking text, he didn’t want to disturb you or inflict any more pain.

He did, however, send you a friend request on Facebook several months later. You were swamped in coursework and found it amusing to see his name pop up during one of your study sessions.

“Huh. Jimin sent me a friend request,” you said, clicking your tongue afterwards. “Interesting.”

“On what?” Taehyung asked.

“Facebook.”

“Lame.”

“Hmm… do you want to eat at the restaurant? I’m hungry.”

“You actually want to go there? Do you want to see him?”

“I just… have this feeling. You know what, I’ll place a pickup order and bring it back to you.”

The drive to the restaurant was making you anxious. Jimin didn’t pick up the phone when you made the order and whoever took it was clearly someone new and unfamiliar. You parked at the very front, got out, locked your car, and went inside. Memories washed over you as you reminisced about your time there.

There were some new renovations, which gave the restaurant a fresher look. You saw a familiar face at the register and smiled.

“Hoseok! You’re still here?”

“Eyy~, [Y/N]! Yeah, I am,” He gave you a dramatic eye roll at his poor choice and you giggled. “I didn’t know if the name on the ticket was actually you. It’s good to see you. Here’s your food.”

He grabbed the large plastic bag full of food from the back counter and handed it to you.

“Oh!” he shouted suddenly, giving you quite the scare. “I just remembered! Jimin told me to give you something. Wait here!”

He bolted out of the restaurant and you stood there dumbfounded. Three minutes later, he returned with a pretty pink box with a matching envelope on top.

“This is for you from Jimin. He left this morning but told everyone if you were to come in then this would be yours.”

“Oh, uh, thanks. Can I sit at this table and open it?”

“Yeah! Not many customers here anyway,” he said, gesturing to the empty restaurant with a bright laugh. You placed your bag of food on the table and took the box and envelope from him. Once you settled into the booth, you opened the envelope first to find a card with a coconut border with your name on it in gorgeous calligraphy.

Inside the card said:

Dear [Y/N],

I never got to say goodbye to you, so I’m doing it now. If you’re reading this, that means you came back. I’m probably gone by now, but I wanted to say I’m sorry. You were my favorite employee. Not because of what we did together but because of your kindness and optimistic personality. You made work fun for not just me, but for anyone you came in contact with. I will miss you a lot and I know there’s nothing I can say that will change how much I hurt you.

I hope you don’t regret our time together because I sure don’t. Maybe in the future, I’ll see you again in Busan. If not, that’s okay too. I hope you enjoy the gift I got you. It’s a bit silly, but it’s how I’ll remember you. And I hope you’ll remember me too when you see it.

Love,

Park Jimin

You put the letter down, extremely curious as to what was in the pink box. It was then you noticed the small logo on the side that was the name of the pie shop.

“No…” you said under your breath, trying not to laugh. You opened the box to find a mini coconut cream pie and covered your mouth, giggling to yourself. “Oh my god… he’s so silly. Freakin’ coconut.”

You stared at it for a minute and all you could see was Jimin’s sweet face. As much as you tried to deny it, you missed him too. You took the fork provided in the box and took a bite of the dessert. It was the right amount of sweetness and probably the best cream pie you’ve ever had. Well, second best cream pie.

Grabbing your phone from your pocket, you went to Facebook and accepted Jimin’s friend request before finishing your dessert.

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