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twiceinadream · 2 years

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“MILF.”

Requested: Nope

Prompt: Y/N is the teacher of Chae, who is the child of single mother Jeongyeon. After Jeong came in late because she was working a double shift, she and Y/N got a chance to talk that was a little flirty. And Jeongyeon finally scores a date with her daughter’s hot teacher…and even a little more.

a/u: Hey, everyone! I’m back~ I’m so sorry I went missing for a month, there’s just been so much going on with my life and imma be honest, writer’s block was a real pain. But I hope this smutty yet very fluffy Jeongyeon fic makes up for being gone for so long. Thank you for 3.8k+ followers! I love you guys!

Word Count: 3.4k

Category: NSFW and Fluff

The newly fallen leaves crunched loudly below Jeongyeon’s feet as she jogged towards the school. She couldn't tell how many times she had been late picking up Chae because she had to pull a double shift at the bakery she worked at.

Her breathing was labored as she entered the nearly empty school as she made her way down the familiar quiet hall to her daughter's classroom. The door was left open as she quickly tried to fix her windswept hair as she walked in, her eyes scanned over the room as she saw Chae with her head down as she drew on a piece of construction paper. A soft smile grew on her lips as her attention went from Chaeyoung to you.

You were sitting at your desk cutting out a few designs for tomorrow’s lesson when you heard someone clear their throat. You looked up from your desk as a smile akin to Jeongyeon’s spread on your lips. The brief moment was broken as Chaeyoung looked up from the paper she was doodling on to see that her mother had arrived.

“Eomma!” Chaeyoung shouted as she got up from the little stool she had been sitting on, abandoning whatever drawing she had been working on, as she ran into her mother’s waiting arms.

You equally rose from your desk as you made your way towards the pair, “Hello, Jeongyeon-ssi.”

The woman before you turned her attention away from her daughter and directed it to you, a guilty look adorning her features as she set Chaeyoung back onto the ground. “Hello, I’m sorry I was late again, there was this whole thing at the bakery and my boss wouldn’t let me go and…”

You held up a hand to stop her rambling, “It’s okay, really, I understand. Chaeyoung is such a sweetheart, I don’t mind staying with her.” You smiled softly, “And it gives me a chance to talk with you.”

A light blush spread onto Jeongyeon’s face at your words, there had been this small tension between you two ever since the first time she had been late to pick-up. Every time she brought it up with Jihyo or Nayeon, they’d always tease her about having a crush on a teacher, but she couldn’t help that you were just so damn beautiful and kind. “Likewise. But, I’m really sorry I keep making you stay late, I wish there was a way I could make it up to you.”

In a rare moment of confidence you felt yourself smirk slightly, “Maybe there is.” Jeongyeon raised her eyebrow in interest, “Next Saturday, would you be free for dinner?”

A small gasp of surprise left her lips before a smile took over, “I’ll need to get a sitter, but I’d love too.”

You could barely contain the grin that was threatening to split your face in two as you squeezed her hand, “Then it’s a date.”

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The sun was just beginning to set as you stood outside Jeongyeon’s front door, a small bouquet of flowers and a bottle of nice red wine in hand as you let out a breath. You felt almost comical, here you were a fully fledged adult with a steady teaching job, scared out of your mind as you built up the courage to ring the doorbell. You balled your hand in a fist to stop it’s shaking as you punched the button next to the door, bouncing on the balls of your feet to shake off the rest of your nervous energy.

Before your panic had a chance to set in, the door opened and you immediately ceased your fidgeting. Your jaw almost hit the ground at the sight of the woman before you, her once blue hair was now a beautiful blonde and you couldn’t help but notice how her black shirt had a teasingly low neckline that only gave you a hint of cleavage before you quickly met her eyes again, silently hoping she did not notice your wandering eyes.

You cleared your throat remembering you had to say something, “Wow.” As soon as the word left your mouth you couldn’t help but cringe at how stupid you must sound. But the blush that quickly spread over Jeongyeon’s cheeks halted your self doubt.

“Hello, Y/N.” She sounded as hesitant as the first day the two of you had met.

“Good evening, Jeong,” you transferred the bottle of wine to your free hand as you presented that and the bouquet of flowers to her, “these are for you.”

“Oh!” Jeongyeon smiled as she took the flowers and wine before she smelled the bouquet, “These are wonderful, thank you. Would you like to come in?”

You nodded, “I’d love to.” Jeongyeon stepped aside as you finally entered, toeing off your shoes by the door as she closed it.

“The kitchen is this way, I thought it’d be fun to cook together.” The mother of one suddenly stopped as she turned to face you, “Unless cooking isn’t really your thing, I don’t mind doing it if you don’t want to. You can…”

You held up a hand with a soft smile, “I’d love to cook with you.” You could practically see Jeongyeon’s shoulders immediately relax as you followed her into the kitchen, everything was already laid out neatly on the counter as Jeongyeon placed the wine you had brought on the breakfast bar before finding a vase in one of the cabinets and filled it with water from the sink as she placed them in and set it aside.

“Ready to start?” You nodded as Jeongyeon quickly threw an apron over the head and tied it in the back before handing one to you. You tried to repeat the motions but had a bit of trouble tying it behind your back when Jeongyeon stepped in, “Need a little help?”

“Yeah…if you wouldn’t mind.” She only smiled as she went behind you and tied the ending pieces around you securely, you knew you were blushing but you couldn’t find it in yourself to care.

Jeongyeon reappeared in front of you as she pointed to the various ingredients, “I made some seaweed soup earlier so I’ll reheat some of that for an appetizer and I have two steaks for us, which will pair perfectly with the wine you brought, could you please make the salad?”

You nodded, “Right away, Chef!” Jeongyeon giggled as she turned on the burner for the soup, bumping your hip with hers.

“Dork.”

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Empty plates were left in the sink as you and Jeongyeon sat across from each other laughing, two full glasses of wine in each of your hands as the now empty bottle you brought laid in between. Your hand had somehow ended up on her thigh between the laughs and your date couldn’t help but suck in a breath.

“I’ve had so much fun tonight.” Jeong felt the words spill out faster than she could think as she cringed at the fact it sounded like she was kicking you out.

You nodded slowly, “Me too.”

Jeongyeon smiled shyly at you, she didn’t want to move just yet because that meant that the date was over. So the two of you continued to stare at each other, your eyes tracing over the woman’s face before you as you admired how the lowlights of the kitchen seemed to highlight her features in an ethereal glow.

“Have I told you that you’re the most beautiful woman I’ve ever met.” Your voice was barely above a whisper, as you did not want to disturb the atmosphere around the two of you. A light blush began to spread on Jeongyeon’s cheeks as she finally looked up to meet your gaze, “Wow, and here I thought you couldn’t get any cuter.”

A small laugh fell from her lips as Jeong grinned at you, “You’re such a sweet talker, y‘know that?”

You huffed out a laugh as you reached out and took one of her hands in yours, interlacing your fingers as you leaned in closer to her, “I don’t think it counts as ‘sweet talking’ if it’s the truth. You really are beautiful, Jeong, I don’t think I’ve had this much fun in a long time.”

The mother of one nodded in agreement, “Me too. You really know how to make a girl feel special, Y/N.”

You couldn’t help the smile that forced its way on your lips at the compliment, “Is that so?” You quirked an eyebrow at her as you brought your free hand up to cup her cheek. You felt her hand on the elbow of your extended arm as you leaned in closer to her, “Because I was gonna say I’ve never felt so seen and heard from someone, as much as I do from you.” Your lips were mere inches apart as your eyes met again, “May I kiss you?”

Jeongyeon could only nod, not trusting herself to voice how much she wanted you. But that was all the confirmation you needed as you closed the gap between the two of you and claimed her lips in a kiss. Her lips were just as soft as you’d imagined they’d be and you couldn’t help but get lost in the feeling as you pulled away for a fraction of a second to breathe, before she was chasing after you to deepen the kiss.

You untangled your hand from her as your hand found purchase on her waist as you pulled her closer to you. Her hands found their way to the sides of your neck as she kept you close to her. But the moment you felt tongues being added to the kiss, you reluctantly pulled away from Jeongyeon as you stopped her. “Jeong, wait.” By the way your date froze in your arms you could tell that by your tone she must have been expecting something bad, but you quickly gave a small squeeze to her hip to reassure her, “Sorry, I didn’t mean to stop, but if we’re gonna continue. I don’t think we should do it in your kitchen. Maybe there’s somewhere more comfortable you’d like to continue this, if that’s okay with you.”

You quickly added the last part to offer her an out, just in case it was getting too heated for a first date and you would happily take a, ‘no’ if she wasn’t ready just yet. But much to your surprise and happiness, Jeongyeon nodded as she stumbled a little out of her chair. “My room?”

You couldn’t help but laugh a little as you nodded, “I’d love to.”

The kitchen was abandoned in an instant as you both made it a few steps before you were quick to push Jeongyeon up against a nearby wall. Your lips found each other’s again as you allowed her access into your mouth. Her tongue meeting yours as you placed your knee between her thighs, she whimpered softly against your lips as you guided her to grind down on your thigh. Her breath caught as you pulled away from her mouth to kiss along her jaw and neck. Nipping slightly as you left a few hickies for her to remember you by.

Jeongyeon continued to moan as she fisted the fabric of your shirt as she continued to grind down on your thigh, she practically felt herself soaking through her panties and figured that the garment would probably be ruined by the time it came off. Oh god, she really wanted you to take them off of her.

Suddenly, she wasn’t satisfied with just grinding on you, she wanted you on top of her, inside of her, just everywhere on her. Jeongyeon pushed slightly on your shoulder as you detach yourself from her neck to look at her again, “Sorry, too rough?”

Your concern was cute, but she shook her head, “No, it felt good. Really good, I was just wondering if you wanted to take this to…my room, now?” The blush from before returned ten-fold as you just smiled at how adorable she was.

You placed a kiss on her cheek before stepping back and offering your hand to her. Jeongyeon took it as she practically dragged you up the stairs behind her, she couldn’t help but smack your ass as soon as you both reached the top as she laughed out loud at your scandalized gasp. She winked playfully as she ran down the hall, it took your brain a second to process it before you were bounding down the hallway after her. You nearly slipped on the hardwood floor as you turned into the room she had gone into. You caught Jeongyeon around the waist as she jumped in surprise, you laughed as the woman turned in your arms. She grabbed the front of your shirt and pulled you into a searing kiss, your breath was stolen from you as your hands rested against her waist. The both of you stumbled slightly as you continued into the room. You kicked the door closed behind you as you opened your eyes between kisses to see a bed behind Jeong as you walked the two of you towards it until the mother of one felt the edge of her bed against the back of her knees. The blonde woman landed on her back as she began scooting back until her head was against her pillows, she folded her arms behind her head as you began stripping in front of her. It was difficult to admit but after being a mother for five years, she didn’t get out much and she couldn’t lie. You were extremely beautiful and her very nice panties were unashamedly soaking wet, something she was hoping you’d find out very soon.

When her mind brought her back to the present you were already naked as you crawled up the bed in front of her, a small smirk appearing on your lips as you crawled above her. Your head dipped down to kiss her once again as a hand snaked itself under her shirt, your fingertips graced over the soft expanse of her tummy as you pulled away from the kiss and began tugging her shirt upwards. Revealing more of her delicate skin until the lacy, black bra she had worn was fully exposed to you.

A very pleased smile overcame your features as you pulled the shirt completely off and unashamedly stared down at Jeongyeon’s breasts. They were slightly bigger than you imagined and a few fine red lines that looked like bolts of lightning decorated the tops of them. You reached a hand behind her as you unclasped the brassiere, you smirked as you held it up to your eye level and admired the slip of lace hanging off your finger. A low whistle sounded as you looked from it back to her, “My, my, Miss Yoo. Am I to think you were hoping this was where our night would lead?”

A dark blush colored Jeongyeon’s cheeks all the way down to her chest, “N…maybe?”

You laughed lightly as you kissed her warm cheek, “That’s alright, I was hoping for the same.” You winked before getting off of her and scooting in between her legs so you could hook your finger into her pants, you looked up for confirmation before pulling it down her thighs. The sight of her very sheer black panties came into view as you reached down and ran your thumb over her clit, a small gasp of surprise fell from her lips as you once again hooked your fingers into the elastic and began pulling it down. A small string of arousal connected her dripping slit to the ruined fabric as you admired her fully. Yoo Jeongyeon was nothing less than absolutely stunning.

You placed a kiss square on her chest before leaning in to whisper into her ear, “I want you to ride my face.”

Jeongyeon couldn’t even respond with anything more than a nod that left a very happy smile on your lips.

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You kissed the soft skin of her inner thigh as you made your way to where she had been wanting you all evening. A wicked little grin took over your face as you stared up at her, you watched as her breasts rose and fell with each breath she took. She was just so beautiful. Your eyes met as you finally ran your tongue through her folds, finally getting to taste the magnificent ambrosia that was, Yoo Jeongyeon. The blonde’s knee jerked as you playfully swirled your tongue around her clit, a small moan falling from her lips as you continued to lap up the wetness before you.

You reached up so that your hands rested on her soft waist to keep her from squirming as you delved deeper into her. Your tongue was coated with more of the viscous liquid, a low moan escaped from your throat as it vibrated her ever so slightly.

Her hips began grinding down in time with your tongue as her eyes fell closed. Jeongyeon placed a hand on the wall in front of her to keep her balance as she rode your face with vigor. Your hands began wandering upwards to her breasts as you pulled and teased her nipples as she continued to buck with every thrust of your tongue.

Your jaw worked furiously to match the roll of her lips as you licked a line up to the bundle of nerves that resided near the top of her pussy before taking it into your mouth and sucking. You could hear the sharp inhale Jeongyeon took in as your movement momentarily caused her to cease all of hers, a loud moan followed and you couldn’t help but look up to see her mouth open as her eyes were squeezed shut. You took the opportunity to bring one of your hands down from her breasts and lined it up with her entrance.

You prodded a single finger forwarded as you made sure to coat it in her juices before slipping it in with ease. A high pitched whine left Jeongyeon’s lips as you began thrusting in and out, her breath hitched when you added a second finger. Pistoning them in and out as you continued to lick and suck her now reddened clit. Your tongue made right circles around the straining bud as your fingers curled against her frontal wall. Jeongyeon’s breasts bounced as she began riding your fingers, chasing the high she knew was only a stone’s throw away.

You quickened your movements as the woman above you grasped your shoulder tightly, you could feel her nails dig into your skin as she finally felt the coil that had been tightening in her lower stomach snap. Jeongyeon’s eyes flew open as her release came gushing out in an instant. You were equally surprised as her orgasm came gushing out in small spurts as you moved to lap up the wetness that spilled out. Moaning lowly as the taste coated your tongue as the grip she had on your shoulder went slack as she slumped forward. You couldn’t help but smile as you sucked your fingers into your mouth as you gently lapped around her entrance to clean her.

Jeongyeon hissed slightly as she gently pressed a hand on your forehead to pull you away from her over sensitive pussy. You left one more soft kiss against the inside of her thigh as you patted her softly so you could get her to lay down beside you. It took a bit of shifting till she was wrapped in your arms.

You sat propped against her pillows as Jeongyeon’s upper half laid against your chest. Your guy’s hands were intertwined as she continued pressing soft kisses to them, a content smile on both of your lips as you kissed the side of her head, “That was amazing.”

You smirked slightly, “I’ve kind of been saving this but you are seriously a MILF.”

The second that left your mouth Jeongyeon couldn’t help give you the blankets stare before bursting into a loud laugh. It was honestly the most beautiful thing you had ever heard and you couldn’t wait to hear it again and again. Her staring caught your attention as you kissed the top of her nose, “What?”

“We need to shower.” You pouted slightly, not wanting to let go of her just yet, “And I think I owe you an orgasm.” Her voice became sultry as she watched your eyes light up.

“Yes ma’am.”

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mushiewrites · 2 years

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'ello! ive been experiencing loss of motivation to make fics and was wondering if i could send in a prompt for a ficlet

lee!quackity and ler!sapnap & karl, and if u can't do two lers then you can choose sapnap or karl :D

& maybe the prompt can beeee

quackity & karl and/or sapnap r watching a movie together and quackity starts falling asleep in the middle of the movie, but karl and/or sapnap want him to watch the rest of the movie before he falls asleep so they tickle him to get him to stay awake

thnx!! <3

-slime

the lil fiancé trio I love them sm 💞

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It was a quiet night for Sapnap, Quackity and Karl. They had been filming content all day, doing a stream train before deciding to end the night with a movie. They didn’t know what to watch at first, but eventually they had settled on a comedy, just to end the night on a fun note. Sapnap had been flicking through netflix until he landed on ‘Scott Pilgrim VS The World’ - it was one he and Karl had already seen, but when they heard Quackity hadn’t, they were quick to put it on.

“Seriously, Q, this movie is so good.” Sapnap smiled as he settled into the couch, pulling a blanket up over the two of them that Karl had brought over and dropped into his lap, followed by a few pillows.

“I’ve heard good things about it, I just haven’t had the chance to see it.” Quackity nodded as he turned to Sapnap slightly, sitting back and melting into the couch as Karl sat down on the opposite side of him. Quackity grabbed a handful of blankets and draped it over Karl as well.

“It’s SO good. There’s just so much shit that happens out of nowhere, the first time I saw it I swore I was dreaming.” Quackity heard Karl chuckling next to him as Karl grabbed a remote from next to him, hitting a button and dimming the lights as the movie started.

Sapnap and Karl were right - it WAS good. It seemed like it was a normal movie, until there were all of these comic mechanics, songs, and fight scenes. He laughed along with the boys that sat pressed against either side of him, smiling as they would make little comments here and there. But being in the middle of a huge cuddle pile, covered in blankets with dim lighting didn’t help the already tired Quackity from keeping his eyes open; if anything, it only assisted in lulling him into a light sleep. It wasn’t until he was almost completely out that he felt a jab into his ribs, causing his eyes to fly open as he jerked away from the offending hand and into the body next to him.

“What the hell?!” Quackity started, staring at Karl the curly haired boy giggled at him, a smirk growing on his face as he held his hands up, wiggling his two pointer fingers at Quackity. He was about to continue yelling at Karl when he felt Sapnap latch onto his ribs, squeezing a few times and causing Quackity to fling himself into Karl’s waiting hands. “Guys stoOHOP!”

“You brought this on yourself! You need to watch the movie, and it seemed like you needed a little help to stay awake!” he somehow heard Sapnap giggling through his own chaotic laughter, trying and failing to grab the hands digging into his ribs.

“O-OKAY I’M AWAHAHAKE! Guys plEHEHEASE STOP!”

“Sapnap, do you think he’s awake enough? He kind of looks tired to me still.” Karl continued prodding up and down his ribs, sliding his hands under Quackity’s arm briefly and poking while giggling at the sudden screech that left the smaller boy.

“NO KARL PLEHEASE NO!”

“Hmmm….I dunno Karl, he does look tired, I agree. I think with a bit more help, he’ll be ready to watch the movie again!” Sapnap chuckled, leaning forward as he put his hand under the blanket to squeeze at Quackity’s thigh, making his legs kick out as his laughter jumped an octave.

By the time Karl and Sapnap decided Quackity was away enough to watch the movie, the credits were rolling. This apparently only fueled the fire as Quackity felt the hands return to his ribs, squeezing and digging in as he was told this was punishment for making them miss the movie.

Quackity decided from that point on that he would never agree to a movie night with the two of them ever again.

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I hope this was okay! This was adorable to write 🥺💞

#lee!quackity #ler!sapnap #ler!karl #asks #slimeylee #ficlet #my stuff #mcyt tickle #mushie ficlets

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babybluebex · 3 years

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me and my husband [baron zemo x reader]

summary ↠ in the process of making sure zemo is okay after a fight in latvia, you find a way to put captain john walker in his place. pairing ↠ baron zemo x fem!reader (y/n) word count ↠ 1.6k warnings ↠ explicit language, itty bitty tfatws ep. 4 spoilers, john walker being misogynistic and a Total Dick a/n ↠ (yes the title is a mitski reference) enjoy! masterlist/taglist in bio! (also thank u @therenlover for your invaluable support and screaming in my instagram dms)

As far as you were concerned, John Walker could rot in hell.

You had only just heard the fight break out, the smashing of glass making your quicken your step, and you had rushed into the room the moment that Walker, in his infinite prickishness, had hurtled that dumb metal shield through the air. You had watched it collide against your husband’s cheek, and Helmut had gone limp instantly and crumpled to the floor.

“What the hell?” you had cried, enraged, and Bucky and Sam were quick to come in after you. “What the fuck was that for, you prick?”

John Walker had given you a confused look, then looked to his partner, then to Sam and Bucky. Originally, Sam had initially been opposed to bringing you along on their mission to retrieve information about the Flag Smashers, but your husband had extended an ultimatum: “She comes with me, or I don’t come at all.” They needed Zemo to get into Madripoor, so the Americans sighed and allowed you to come. You yourself weren’t quite sure why Zemo was insistent that you come with him, but, the moment you saw him get hit by Captain America’s shield, it made sense: to vouch for him when he couldn’t.

“Who’re you?” John had asked carefully, and Sam huffed out a laugh.

“Aw, this’ll be good,” Sam had mumbled as you stormed towards John. Your shoes clicked against the floor as you came chest to chest with him, and you planted your hands on your hips.

“My name is Zemo,” you had told him. “And you just gave my husband a concussion.”

John stared at you for a minute, then at Helmut at his feet, then back at you. “Husband?” he replied. “But he’s been in jail for seven years.”

“Of all the people to explain my relationship to, you are not high on that list,” you spat. “Now, get him up.”

John looked around at his compatriots in obvious confusion, and Bucky sighed. “Just do it, man,” he mumbled.

“And why won’t you do it?” John asked.

“Because he’s not the one with the giant metal trash can lid strapped to his arm,” you said. “You are. You are the one who hurt my husband, and you are going to fix this. So, Captain, I suggest you move him from the middle of the floor.”

And now, finally back in the small Latvian flat, you were able to properly tend to Helmut. He had come to just as John had set him on the sofa, and you could gauge that he was concussed. It didn’t seem too bad, but he was still a bit disoriented. Helmut gave a small groan, certainly one of pain, and you whispered, “There he is. How’re you feeling, love?”

Helmut glanced around you for a moment, trying to get his bearings, and he mumbled, “What happened?”

“An American oaf with a trash can lid took you out,” you explained. “He got you in the face pretty good.” Gingerly, you skimmed your fingers over his cheek, testing for any tenderness, and you heard a low groan escape him when you touched the red patch on his face. “Let me get you an ice pack.”

“I can do it, mein Schatz,” Helmut began, but you gently pushed on his chest to keep him down.

“Hel, please,” you sighed. “You need to rest. Let me take care of you.”

After a moment, your husband sighed and laid back down, and he rested his head back on a pillow. Just as you stood up, Helmut reached out and grabbed your hand tightly. “You’re too good to me,” he mumbled, stroking his thumb along the back of your hand. “What would I do without you?”

“There’s no telling,” you sighed, and you leaned down to kiss him. He kissed back, a bit weak and tired, but his hand on yours spoke the words that his kiss didn’t. “Take off your jacket, my love, you’ll get too warm.”

You walked across the space to the bathroom, and you grabbed a small hand towel to run under some cold water. As you did your task at the kitchen sink, you heard John, Bucky, Lamar, and Sam all muttering between themselves, and you hardly listened to it. You expected it to be some drivel about teamwork or patriotism or whatever it was that any conversation with Captain America turned to, but you finally tuned in when you heard your husband’s name. “Zemo’s got you two cornered,” John said. “Making you do his shit for him. And he demanded to bring her along? Why didn’t you say no?”

“We needed him,” Bucky replied. “And there’s no him without her.”

“Oh, they’re some sorta Bonnie and Clyde?” John huffed. “You’re harboring a fugitive here. A-And you! You’d really put your wife in danger like this?”

“Mein Schatz is resourceful,” you heard Helmut mutter, and you drained the rag of excess water before moving back to him as he spoke. “Smart, clever, and cunning; I married her for a reason.”

You sat on the floor next to him and settled the cold rag over his eyes. He smiled a little and gave a quiet groan, and you rested your hand on his chest. He had done as you had asked and taken off his coat, but you still saw the red flush under his collar. Carefully, you reached up and undid the top few buttons in his wine-colored shirt, and you gave a playful tug at his gold necklace. “Can I get you anything?” you asked him quietly; you spoke in Sokovian, for no other reason than to make John and Lamar squirm.

“Bourbon?” Helmut asked, following your linguistic lead.

“Of course,” you replied. You took his hand off of his stomach and gave his knuckles a kiss, and added, “Anything else?”

“A kiss,” Helmut said, and he gave a quiet little laugh. “I can’t see your face, my treasure, but I know you’re grimacing at me.”

“Never,” you said with a click of your tongue, but you sat up on your knees and pressed a soft kiss to your husband’s lips. You liked kissing Helmut Zemo, especially moments like this, when it was just you and him. Of course, you were surrounded by men who were all bigger and stronger than both of you, but your mother language gave you a feeling of exclusion that you welcomed.

“Alright, whatever the fuck this is has gotta stop,” John groaned, and you broke away from the kiss slowly. “Listen, we’ve put up with a lot of your shit, Zemo, but your little cock-sleeve or whatever she is is taking things one step too far.”

Helmut sighed with the weight of the insult, took up your hand blindly and squeezed, and he whispered, “Go easy on him, won’t you?”

“Would you?” you asked, and planted a quick kiss to his cheek. You stood carefully and smoothed out your shirt, and then you turned to John. He truly was an impressive figure, but you felt his uneasiness radiating off of him. You were the player, and he the instrument; you only had to find the right chord. “First of all,” you began. “Insulting a woman because she likes to have sex? Low blow, Walker. I thought that Cap respected women.”

“He does,” Bucky said. “He’s supposed to.”

“I’m not Steve--”

“Did I ever say Steve?” you snapped. “No, I said Cap. Captain America is a title and a role that you should be fucking thankful for, and you treat it like a curse that’s been put on you. Cap protects and serves, and look at what you’ve done while you’ve had that shield: you’ve been frolicking around on television and causing more trouble than you’re worth.”

Sam gave an affirmative grunt from over your shoulder, and, if you had been facing him, you would have seen the way he pressed his fist into Zemo’s shoulder with a smile.

“You may not be Steve,” you said, taking a step closer. “I truly doubt that the world needs another Steve Rogers. But Captain America is supposed to inspire peace and freedom and trust and all of those American buzzwords, and you’re doing a piss-poor job at it. You have to trust that Sam and Bucky are making the right decisions here, even if those decisions involve me and my husband.” You paused and titled your head in trademark Zemo fashion, a habit you had picked up from Helmut, and you said, “I think that you’re forgetting that you’re in the presence of a man-- the man-- who managed to dismantle the Avengers. Bucky wouldn’t have gotten him out of prison without a good fuckin’ reason, and I think that his help’s been pretty invaluable. But what do I know, right? I’m just his little cock-sleeve.”

You pushed John aside in order to go to the kitchen area and fulfill Helmut’s request of a drink, and you felt proud of yourself. You had wanted to put him in his place ever since you had first heard of him, and your stomach was warm with pride.

“I’m sorry, Mrs. Zemo,” John called across the room as you settled a few ice cubes into a small tumbler. “Sometimes I just… I’m sorry.”

“I’m not sure if I want to accept that apology or not,” you replied. “Let me sleep on it.” You brought the drink back to Helmut, and he moved himself to sit up on the couch properly. You took the cool towel from his face and carefully pressed it to the back of his warm neck, and you watched John and Lamar exchange uncomfortable glances. “Oh, and, Captain?” you added, and he turned to look at you. “Missus is nice, but it’s Baroness Zemo to you.”

#baron zemo #baron zemo fanfiction #baron zemo x reader #baron zemo x y/n #daniel bruhl #daniel bruhl fanfiction #daniel bruhl x reader #kit.txt

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sakusasbunny · 3 years

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— debasement

anon: Professor Kuroo thirst - it's office hours and you sit with your knees hugging your chest. u don't realize that he can see the back of your thighs and your underwear hugging your cunny. You shouldn't wear a skirt that short around kuroo sensei, not when you get wet at the sight of him. Not when you catch him wide eyed at wetness trickling around ur thighs.he's a young single professor, doesn't hurt to please him right?

pairing: kuroo t. x reader

cw: student-teacher relationship (college setting), age gap, non-con, blackmail, oral

wc: ~2.1k

a/n: again, i was carried away w what was just supposed to be a drabble :D. also a special thank you to @azo-musxas for beta reading this fic, ily!!

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You were sitting on the couch directly facing his desk as you fiddled with your skirt. Professor Kuroo had asked you to meet him in his office. He said he needed to talk to you, but he never specified the reason. You were nervous, what could he possibly need to talk to you about that he couldn’t just say after class?

Your heart raced as you watched him across the room grading papers. He ran a hand through his messy hair and adjusted the glasses that sat atop his nose. You noticed that the first few buttons of his dress shirt were unbuttoned, revealing his collarbone to you. The knot in your stomach was growing as you shamefully gawked at him, taking in the way his shoulders tensed after every long sigh and how his jaw was accentuated whenever he clenched it. His sleeves were rolled up to his elbows and you watched his arms flex as he tightened his grip on his pen. Your face flushed wondering how his hands would feel around your soft skin, gripping and bruising where he’d touched you.

It didn’t help your nerves that he’d ask you to wait till after he was done grading the last of his papers. Not when you were forced to be alone in a room with your young hot professor.

It shouldn’t take much longer, he promised. What a liar.

Pulling your knees to your chest and burying your face in your arms, you tried to provide yourself with what little comfort you could. You took a deep breath in and tuned everything else out, focusing only on the air that filled and escaped your lungs. However, as you attempted to distract yourself, your efforts resulted in the opposite and thoughts of your attractive professor clouded your mind. Unconsciously, your legs began rubbing together in earnest.

What you failed to realize was that your short skirt, which already was so revealing, had hiked up, exposing the cotton of your underwear to your professor.

As Kuroo’s eyes flitted up, he was greeted by your bare thighs and tight underwear that hugged your cunny. He’d noticed the way your legs clenched together as well. Kuroo leaned back in his chair and let out an appreciative sigh, his knuckles turning white as he gripped the pen in restraint.

God, you were a clueless little thing, weren’t you?

He’d surmised that you fluttered your way around life without so much a care in the world, not paying any attention to your surroundings or the bad men that lurked in the shadows. He could tell life had come so easily to you. You reeked of innocence and naïveté that he’d loved to debase. How cute, he thought. Didn’t you know never to wear such short skirts in front of men? The world was full of bad people and it was an important lesson for such a young girl like you to learn— one that he’d be glad to teach you.

Getting up, he circled his way around his desk, slowly making his way towards you. His movements weren’t unlike that of a predator eyeing his prey; you were just a poor gazelle unknowing of the lion preparing to strike. Kuroo sat down on the coffee table in front of you, careful not to make a sound. He wanted this moment to last longer so he could savor the sight in front of him. You still hadn’t realized how much you revealed to your professor as you hugged your knees to your chest.

Kuroo took in your stuttering breaths, his eyes dark as they trailed down to your soaked underwear. Such a naughty girl... were you thinking of him? Is that what was making your pussy drool all over his couch? His cock ached at the mere thought of it.

Oh, he was gonna have so much fun with you.

He placed a gentle hand on your forearm and your head shot up, “Uhm, P-Professor, I— Sorry, I didn’t hear you come over.”

“That’s alright,” he offered you a reassuring smile and it helped ease your nerves a little bit, “Don’t be so nervous, you’re not in any kind of trouble.”

His hand remained on your forearm, rubbing small circles around your skin.

“I-I’m not?”

“No, of course not, you haven’t done anything wrong.” He almost melted right there as your eyes lit up. “But— I would like to talk to you about your grades.”

“My grades?”

“Yes,” he said, leaning forward as he clasped his hands in front of him. Kuroo took a deep breath before he continued. “I’m afraid you're failing my class.”

“B-But I—” you stammered.

Your voice trailed off as tears began to prick your eyes. The crushing feeling in your chest weighed you down and you hugged your knees closer. Kuroo watched your lips tremble, slowly parting as if you were going to say something in protest but closing again.

“No, hey, hey… It’ll be okay, don’t cry.” He brought a hand to your face, cupping your cheek and wiping a tear that threatened to fall. You closed your eyes and allowed yourself to relax into his touch.

“I’m here to help you out, yeah? You’re a smart girl, I’m sure you’ll find a way to bring your grades up.” You sighed in relief, but as you looked up at your professor, you could see the predatory gaze in his eyes as he stared down at you. The soothing feeling of his small embrace was suddenly drowned out by the sinister meaning behind his reassuring words. You leaned away from his touch, eyes widening in fear.

You shrunk back on the couch, inching as far as you could until your back was flat against the leather cushions. Panic kept you sedentary. You could have taken the chance and ran but as he stood slowly and peered at you with half-lidded eyes, you found yourself cemented in place.

Kuroo took a step towards you. He undid the knot in his tie, hooking his finger over the fabric and pulling it side to side until it effortlessly fell to the floor. He let out a low chuckle, the corners of his lips turning in a malicious smile.

“I think you know what you have to do.”

“P-Professor, please, n-”

He grabbed your chin harshly, silencing you.

“Don’t you see the opportunity I’m giving you? I have no qualms about letting you fail my class”

“No! Please, I’ll do anything!”

“Good… Now, why don’t you show me that slutty pussy of yours.”

You spread your legs wide for him and Kuroo situated himself in between your thighs. He was so close that you could feel his cool breath on your cunt.

“Look at you,” he said, taking in the sight before him. “Already dripping for me.”

He trailed two fingers on the damp spot that formed on your underwear and pressed lightly. You squeezed your eyes shut as you tried to suppress the sigh threatening to escape your lips. You’d rather he got it over as quickly as possible, even if it ended up hurting you more, but he’s decided to savor the moment.

Kuroo hooked his finger on your panties, slipping them off your legs. The cold air in his office hit your dripping pussy, making you feel all the more exposed. You clamped your legs together in an effort to hide yourself but his hands were quick to grab your thighs, keeping your legs spread as wide as possible.

“Don’t.” His voice was low as he warned you.

Kuroo didn’t waste any time as he teased your hole with his tongue. He moved slowly and deliberately as he dove into your fluttering pussy. Your thighs tensed around his head but as he moved towards your clit, he felt your legs relax in his hold.

You couldn’t help but moan as he lapped at your dripping cunt, lost in your own pleasure. He brought two fingers to your lips, spreading you apart. Long fingers teased and prodded at your hole before slowly slipping inside you. It was a tight fit but your own wetness made it easy for him to pump his fingers inside you.

You were close, so close. Your hips were bucking into his fingers, practically begging him to go faster but the sudden realization of your situation brought you crashing down.

“Wait! Please, professor, I-I can’t—!”

“You can’t?” his fingers continued their movements, curling to massage that spot inside you and making you groan, “Well… that could mean anything when you’re making such loud, pretty noises for me.”

The slick sounds of your pussy were obscene as he spread the two fingers inside you stretching your walls. You let out a sob, the knot in the pit of your stomach tightened.

He hummed in approval.

“Good girl, I think you’re ready for me.”

Kuroo stood from his position and you watched him with glassy eyes as he unbuckled his belt and let his cock out of his slacks. You felt delirious and heavy laying down on the couch. You closed your eyes and leaned your head back on the soft cushions. You couldn’t make anything else out except for the loud clang when his pants hit the floor and a bright flash of white light that lasted only for a second, followed by a small beep.

He lined himself up with your hole, but not before sliding the angry tip of his cock on your slit and spreading his precum. He stretched you out, not bothering to slow down as he pushed his cock into the kiss of your puckered cervix. The blunt head of his cock forced a scream from your throat and you held onto the back of his neck, digging your nails into his skin. He hissed at the sensation.

Kuroo pulled out, leaving only his head inside, before slamming his hips against yours and battering the tight ring of the spongy muscle. He could feel your walls squeeze around his cock with every move he made, tugging him deeper into your pussy. You felt the prominent vein that ran along his shaft making you pulsate around him in desperation.

Tears streamed down your face as you screamed in pain and pleasure. You had the cutest look on your face as you tried not to enjoy yourself while Kuroo repeatedly bumped your g-spot with his cock. He took hold of your legs once more, bruising your plush skin with his grip. Pressing your legs flat on your chest, he put all his weight on the back of your thighs and he quickened his pace.

Kuroo’s desperation grew while he watched your mouth open in a silent scream. His pleasure was heightened thinking about how he was violating your most intimate parts. He’d dreamt of molesting cute girls like you— so deep in their denial even when their cunny’s sucking the cum right out of his cock.

You’d never let yourself admit how good you felt even as you gushed around him, soaking him in your slick. You were blinded with pleasure, eyes rolling to the back of your head, back arching, and legs thrashing underneath him. The knot in your core snapped all at once while you came around him.

He kept you close to him as he felt your walls flutter around his shaft. Kuroo drove his cock harder inside you, his pace unrelenting, and when his tip kissed your bruised womb, he came. He growled in your ear as he shot hot ropes of cum deep into your cunt. You could feel it trickle out of your convulsing hole as he fucked his cum into you.

You moaned— a sad, hiccuping moan, as he pulled himself out of your dripping cunny. He watched his seed dribble out of your stretched hole slowly before scooping it up and pushing it back inside. Kuroo helped pull your underwear up your legs, releasing the fabric with a snap, ensuring none of it would escape.

He pulled you up from your previous position and he cupped your face. Exhaustion filled your body and you couldn’t resist anymore, not that you had fought him all that hard. You openly stared back at him dumbly.

Your professor moved his phone in front of your face, waving it around to ensure you paid attention. Horror ran up your spine as the filthy sounds of your wanton moans flooded the room.

“Now, I’ve caught a little snippet of our… time together on video. I’m sure you wouldn’t want this getting out.” He let out a breathy laugh, chuckling at the dumbfounded look on your face. “ I mean— what would your classmates think of you? So, why don’t you meet me back here tomorrow at the same time? We can put that whore mouth of yours to use, pretty girl.”

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xtodorcki · 3 years

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Hello!! :> May I request an imagine where Levi and reader are now exes and he becomes jealous after finding out reader has a new S/O?? Like I wanna know his reactions and behavior when he gets jealous hehe :)) also thank u so much for taking the time to write ur so talented 🥺

“Jealousy,” Levi x Reader

Summary: you and Levi have been separated for some time but once he finds out you have a new partner, he gets jealous and acts out of character.

Warnings: rough sex 🛐

You and Levi have been broken up for what feels like forever but in reality has only been between six months to a year. You would admit the first few months were terrible, you considered Levi the first and only person you’ll be deeply in love with.

But time went on and someone had asked you out on a few dates then soon things were made official. You and Levi still somewhat talked, just as associates considering you worked in the scout regiment under Hange’s team.

Levi felt at fault for the break up and he wanted to desperately come back to you. The nights he would stand outside your door, debating whether or not he should knock would just end up with him leaving.

But one day when you were working at the base, your new boyfriend had made a unexpected visit to drop off some food for you.

You could feel Levi’s eyes burning into your back as you stood across the room talking with your boyfriend and holding the plate of food he had made for you. It was awkward, you felt nervous as your palms grew sweaty.

“Thank you.” You quietly said when it was time for him to go and he quickly placed a kiss on your lips before walking out the door.

The way your cheeks heated up as you walked back to the table, sitting down and your gaze met Levi’s intense deadly stare and you gulped the lump down in your throat.

The amount of jealousy he had felt running through his veins made his blood boil. He didn’t know about your new boyfriend and now that he has seen it first hand, he wanted to rip everyone apart.

The anger that was begging to be let out as he abruptly pushed the chair out and standing up before stomping down the hallway, making all the scouts watch him with a look of terror on their faces.

Angry Levi meant a lot of cleaning half the time but this time he was quiet and exited the room before he wanted to scream at you.

He loved you, he still loves you and the way his heart had broke and made his chest feel empty- he wanted to drop dead.

You knew why he stormed off but you didn’t want to bring yourself to go check if he was okay, you two weren’t together anymore and he had to face that reality.

But the side of you that cared for him too much was on the edge of your brain, forcing you to get up and go follow him. Your heart ached everyday when you would see him, your heart would break as you cried almost every night and you wanting him next to you but he blew his chance and you were over waiting for him to get over his ego.

Levi was in his office, throwing stuff around to release the anger boiling out of him. You heard glass shattering and things being thrown as you stood outside, debating whether or not you should see him.

Would seeing you make him more angry? Would it set him off? You didn’t know but you brought your small hand to the doorknob, slowly turning it and once it was open- you got a full view of how messy his office was and all the broken things laid out on the floor.

“Levi?” You said barley over a whisper, making his head snap towards where you were and the jealousy had lingered off of him at the sight of you.

You closed the door behind you, the look of sadness on your face as you looked around then walked over to where he stood, by the window with his focus back to it as he stared outside, not wanting to even look at you. It pained him.

He was quiet, the pain swelling up inside of him made his eyes water but he was good at swallowing his feelings and holding everything back.

As you stood behind him, your hand reaching up to rest on his shoulder- he flinched and shrugged it off in an instant and it had made your heart ache.

“Levi, please.. talk to me.”

His head turned to look down at you, the way he let out a chuckle then started to laugh as he shook his head. He felt as if you were pretending to care about his well being and he thought it was funny.

“Why the hell are you here, Y/N? To piss me off more? To make me more jealous? Because it’s working.” He said coldly, crossing his arms over his chest and looking away from you again.

“What? No, I wanted to make sure you’re alright..” Levi cut you off as he glared at you.

“If I’m alright? Seriously? Is that some fucking joke? Why not take the rest of the day off and go spend it with your new toy. Why not this? You’re fired.” Everything had rushed out of his mouth in the heat of the moment, the anger edged him on even more.

Your eyes went wide, listening to his words and you grew silent for a moment. You had so much love for him, even till this day you did and you couldn’t express how much it hurt you to see him like this.

“Levi, please.”

“Just fucking leave, alright?”

“No.” You said out loud, making his body turn to face you and the scary look on his face had terrified you a bit but deep down, you knew it was just because he was hurting.

“No?”

“No..” You started to say with more confidence, shaking your head at him as you opened your mouth to speak again.

“Levi, I still love you and I think I’ll always love you. You were everything to me, you are everything to me. Seeing you like this sucks because I never wanted to hurt you but I couldn’t continue waiting around for you to come back.. I waited and cried all alone for you and you never came. How is that fair? Did you want me to wait forever? Did you want me to wait for years for you to drop your stupid ass ego to come back and actually love me?” He stared at you, stunned and the water that had built up in your eyes had made him soften up a bit.

The guilt washing over him had made it painful to even look at you but the image of your boyfriend kissing you continued to replay in his mind which just kept his anger there, he was angry and couldn’t think straight as he cupped your face and smashed his lips on yours.

The kiss was rough, full of jealousy and anger but also full of passion. The same sparks and fireworks you felt when you were with him were still there. Levi had this hold on you, captivating you and keeping you in place. You were still deeply in love with him and he knew that while you had kissed him back.

In the back of your mind, you knew this was wrong. You knew you should pull away but you let it continue and you let Levi back you up until the back of your legs had hit the edge of his desk, his hands pushing you down as your back was pressed on the hard wood with his body hovering over you while keeping his lips in place on yours.

The more time passed by, the more angry he gotten. His rough lips biting and sucking on spots of your neck as your hands tugged on the strands of his hair.

“Levi- wait,” You suddenly said, the feeling of guilt washing over you but Levi didn’t care.

His darkened eyes met with yours, you could still see the anger and the rage behind them as a lump formed in your throat, making you too scared to speak up but he caught on.

“Hm?” He hummed, a evil smile coming across his face as his hand wrapped around your throat and moved his face to hover over yours, his lips barely brushing against yours.

“I want to remind you who you belong to.”

You gulped down the lump in your throat, your eyes staying on his as he smirked and placed one gentle kiss on your lips as his hand on your throat tightened slightly.

“I want you to go home tonight to that toy of yours and remember who made you feel this good. I want you reminded that you’re mine and always will be no matter what boy you bring home.” His words were like poison but at the same time it had you addicted, the way his harsh words had turned you on more than what you thought was possible.

Levi knew you didn’t want him to stop, he knew he had you weak under his touch as his lips continued to trail down your neck, his fingers soon grabbing your shirt and practically ripping open the buttons, some of them popping clean off and landed on the floor of his office.

He was quick to throw every piece of clothing off, including his own and he had moved to where he stood in front of his desk, dragging your legs forward as he pulled you to sit up on the edge, his lips back on yours.

He wasn’t gentle with any of his movements, he wanted to leave you with marks and wanted to leave reminders on your body on who did this. The jealousy only fed his ego and fed into how rough he was being with you.

The way he took no time to rest his hand on your lower while he thrusted into you with no warning, making a loud noise slip out of your mouth and into his. His other hand went up to your hair, grabbing a handful and yanked your head back as he looked down at you.

One of your hands had a tight hold of his bicep, nails digging into his skin while the other held onto the edge of his desk to keep you sitting upright but the more harder he thrusted, the harder it was for you to even sit up straight.

He made sure you kept your eyes on his, his hand grabbing your chin and forcing your mouth open, a wide smirk on his face before he hovered over your mouth, spitting into it and forcing your mouth closed.

His actions had you almost cumming on command. Half of it felt wrong but your body ached and pushed towards him the more he touched you. No thoughts of the consequences later, just thoughts on Levi and the way he knew how to make you feel good in seconds.

“Now tell me who you belong to.” He abruptly said, making your teeth latch down onto your bottom lip to muffle your moans but his hand held onto your throat, waiting for an answer.

“Y- you.” You stuttered, your face mixing with pleasure as you tried to keep your eyes open.

“Say it again.” He had leaned down, licking a strip up your throat and place his mouth right below your jawline.

“I’m yours, Levi.” You said with a bit more confidence, your voice still shaky as your legs started to shake against his torso.

Everything had sent you over the moon, the way his hips were perfectly slapping against yours and the way he would purposely moan into your ear so you can hear how good you’re making him feel- it was all sending you over the edge.

You didn’t realize how much you had missed Levi until this point. You didn’t realize how hot he could be when he was insanely jealous. You should’ve done this a long time ago to be treated like this, it was addicting.

“That’s my girl.” The three words had slipped off his tongue and his eyes had met yours, instantly making you more weak than what you felt right now.

He knew you were close just by the way your legs started to shake while your walls gripped around his length and he was purposely trying to get you to cum just by using his words and it worked right after he had said those three words, instantly making you throw your head back and cum around him, your body growing sensitive as his thrusts continued.

Levi finally pulled out of you after he filled you up completely, his tongue running over his lips and he grabbed a hold of your hair again to force you to meet his gaze. His lips pressed against yours, this time it was gentle and soft and he took his time to move his lips in sync with yours.

You were breathless, your eyes looking over Levi’s bare chest when you pulled back from his mouth and it had made you feel butterflies all over again.

“I better see you at my doorstep tonight after you let that toy know who you really belong to.” He mumbled, his fingers combing through your hair and he looked at you with so much love and pain because he didn’t want to let you go again.

“I’ll be at your place before nine, promise.”

“Good.”

Bruh I know this request didn’t say smut but I couldn’t resist pls. Jealous Levi would definitely throw you over a desk and rail your shit and I would let him🛐

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monaisdark · 3 years

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i like how u write Shigaraki 😳❤ can u do maybe some bully reader with a sprinkle of virgin!shiggy hehe 🥰 reader can be dom or sub its up to you!! ❤

AH i’ve been meaning to check my inbox but ommmg this motivates me so much, thank you ! <3 I decided to do some dom reader - hope its ok!

➨ paring — Virgin! Tomura Shigaraki x Fem! Bully! Reader

➨ warnings — Sub! Shigaraki, Dom! Reader, slight mommy kink, slight masturbation, humiliation, degradation, cum denial, begging

PART 2

Shigaraki slumped into the ground, his back against the now wet wall. It hasn’t even been 3rd period yet and you already completely ruined his day. You and your group of followers threw water at him, something about him smelling bad. His papers and books were thrown out of his bag, soggy and falling apart from the water poured on them and his favorite hoodie now uncomfortably wet.

Shigaraki would already be late to class by now so he didn’t bother to scurry off like your friends did when they heard the late bell for class. You walked a bit behind them, turning your head back at him a few times before completely disappearing down the hall.

Shigaraki wasn’t sure what he did for you to hate him so much. It was almost like you were out to get him since day one. And of course, you being so popular, it made him the school outcast, well, even more of an outcast.

He tried everything — ignoring you, doing everything you asked him, even trying to fight back. The last try left him with a sprained wrist and bruised cheek. So in the end, everything left him either humiliated, damaged, or hurt.

He finally stood up as he heard footsteps from a hall monitor coming down the hall he was in, grabbing his backpack that contained the remaining contents of his school stuff before running off into a nearby bathroom to hide. Luckily, nobody was there to see how disheveled he looked.

Shigaraki took off his hoodie, thankfully the hoodie was thick and caught most of the water, leaving his long sleeved undershirt a bit damp but nothing he couldn’t handle for the rest of the day. He set everything wet under the hand drier, letting the hot air dry them a bit.

As he dried his face, something at on the floor caught Shigaraki’s eye. It was a small piece of paper that was also damp. He picked it up confused, did it fall out of his hoodie pocket?

‘’Shigaraki, meet me in room 204 after school today. Be there.’’ He could read out from the smudged, running ink. Shigaraki looked at it confused, yeah it was definitely for him but why? How did this even get into his pocket? He’s usually always alone, he didn’t hang out or spend his school days with anyone.

“Hey! Get to class!” The voice of the hall monitor outside of the bathroom almost made him yelp. He stuffed the note into his back pocket, grabbing all his stuff that was thankfully a bit more dry before leaving.

You eyed Shigaraki from across the cafeteria, a small smirk tugged your lips as you saw him pull out the tiny piece of paper for the 12th time that lunch. A wave of satisfaction overcame you every time you saw his eyebrows furrowed at the paper.

You tried to make the note as vague as possible, you could tell from the confused look on his face that he didn’t have a clue on who sent it. Just how you wanted it.

You turned your thoughts back to your friends, mixing your laughter with theirs. You had no idea what they were laughing at. These people are assholes, why do you hang out with them again? A small boy whimpered on the floor, his food spilled all over his body. Oh, that's why. Like hell you’d be on the receiving end of their bullying.

It’s not like you felt bad. School was a hierarchy, these poor people were just at the bottom. When you first got here, you quickly rose to be at the top. Not like you expected to be anything less. You held yourself to a high standard, of course you’d be at the top.

So it made you sick seeing how some of these people held themselves, especially Shigaraki. He looked and smelled like he only showers every other day, he alternated between 2 hoodies each week, did he even bother to wash them?

He barely talked to anyone, usually playing some videogame on his phone. Does he not care about himself? Well maybe that was why you targeted him, you just wanted him to be better. Nothing else.

Then you noticed how much of a pervert he was. If a girl was ever near him, his eyes would automatically shoot to their chests before awkwardly shifting away from them. In P.E, you found it funny how he’d try to hide his boners after seeing all the girls in their shorts. How gross, he’s a horny little virgin.

You almost felt bad, maybe if he smelt better, maybe if he wore better clothes, maybe if he just tried to take care of himself. It was no surprise that he wasn’t getting chicks. But then again, he didn’t look too confident in anything. Yet alone girls.

That’s when you had came up with a plan. You’d sleep with him. Don’t get it wrong, you had dignity. If it was anyone else, you’d probably make fun of them even more, maybe even expose their perverted behavior.

But Shigaraki looked so helpless, if he kept up with this he’d never get better. Maybe he’d become desperate enough to start touching girls on the train to school, how disgusting.

You were doing everyone a favor. This is just charity work.

“Hey.” Shigaraki jumped, what? He was even more confused then before, you? Why would you send him a letter to meet him alone after school? He stayed quiet, he backed into a desk as he heard the click of the door. Locked, shit, you locked the door. You probably were gonna beat him up, usually you’d have other people pick on him, was today finally the day you’d take more action?

“Stop sweating, I’m not here to do anything bad.” You walked in front of him, Shigaraki would be lying if he said he wasn’t terrified. “Um — why.. why did you want to meet me?” Shigaraki’s voice cracked and you almost laughed, has he ever even been alone in the same room as girl?

You decided to be blunt, there was no sugar coating what was about to happen. “You’re a virgin right, Shigaraki?” You brought your hands to the buttons of your shirt, slowly unbuttoning your top.

Shigaraki immediately felt himself starting to get hard at the sight of your bra. “What—” You rolled your eyes, doesn’t he get it? How dense can he be? “Just answer me.”

Shigaraki felt so humiliated, this was honestly worse then all the bullying he experienced from you. He has to admit to his bully that he’s a virgin, or better yet, that he’s never even gotten close touching a woman.

He couldn’t lie, I mean look at him! The most action he’s gotten was those JOI videos he’d watch late at night. “Yeah..” He whispered enough for you to hear, just incase anyone else was hiding in the room. “..Why?”

A smirk spread across your face, just like you thought. His red face was honestly so enjoyable to see, almost just as enjoyable as seeing him try to hide how hard he was.

“I know you’re hard, Shigaraki.” Your hands moved to his crotch, palming him. “Ah, ah! Wait! I’m—“ Holy shit, did he cum? Just from a bit of palming?

Your hands retracted from the damp fabric, “God, how pathetic can you be?” Shigaraki lowered his head, you didn’t want to know. You’re the first girl to ever touch him, he didn’t want to come that fast!

“I’m sorry! Please.. I’m still hard!” Now he’s begging? He was ready for you to laugh at him and leave him a gross mess. He would understand.

“Take it out.” Shigaraki could cry right there, you were serious! He didn’t know what made you want to do this now but he didn’t care. All that matter’s was you wanted to fuck him.

His mind flooded to what you guys could do, would you rub his now exposed dick? Would you take it in your mouth? Better yet, what could he do to you? He’ll learn quickly, he just wants to touch your boobs!

Suddenly, he was on the floor. He couldn’t even process what was going on before you straddled him. We’re skipping straight to it? This wasn’t necessarily what he saw in those porn videos but that’s okay. His hands moved to your chest, he saw this in the porn videos too! But your hand slapped his away, “Don’t touch me. You still stink.”

He frowned but it was quickly gone as he felt you lower yourself on him. Shit, shit, shit, he’s inside you! Inside a pussy! You already started moving and Shigaraki already lost it. This was better than what he could ever imagine!

You smirked at the scene, its barely been a minute and he’s out of it. His eyes were rolled back and he was moaning louder than you! You had to admit though, you were a bit surprised he even got past 30 seconds of being inside of you.

“Mhmm— m...mommy!” Now you could laugh, “Mommy? Really Shigaraki?” Tears were forming on the corner of his eyes, you weren’t sure if it was from your words or the pleasure but you preferred if it was from both.

“I’m sorry! It’s just— ah!” You angled yourself to hit deeper, “No, no, Shigaraki. Go ahead. I should’ve known you’d be into something like that.” His moans filled the room, you were lucky this hallway was always empty after school was done.

You felt him begin to twitch, already knowing he’s about to cum. Eyes narrowed down at his messy face, he’s trying to cum inside you without you knowing?

You stopped moving and brought him up so he wasn’t laying down anymore, “Y’know, for a virgin I’m a bit impressed.” Shigaraki whimpered when he felt you get off of him, the feeling of your warm cunt no longer around him.

“Wait! Please, please— I wasn’t done!” He whined watching you put your panties back on and button your shirt back up, “You were about to. You think I want your battery acid cum touching me?”

Snickering as he heard his desperate whimpers begging you to finish him off, an overwhelming feeling of power filled you. A fake annoyed sigh caught his attention, “Take a shower tomorrow. Also wear a different top for god’s sake. If you do— “You brought yourself to his level on the floor, “I might let you touch me.”

Shigaraki nodded furiously, “Yes! I promise! I will, I will!” You turned and unlocked to the door to leave, catching one more look at his messy state. A sigh was let out of you as you closed the door, the sounds of him moaning ‘mommy’s pussy’ as he finished himself off, made you giggle. How sad.

You rolled your eyes, clicking heels down the hallway. You might’ve just created a new problem for yourself.

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oswildin · 3 years

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In Time || Loki x F!Reader (Part 3)

A/N: I’m so glad you guys are enjoying this so far! It’s kinda a write as a go process with this one as obviously the whole series isn’t out yet! But thank you for your kind words!

Warning: Spoilers for Loki Series & Mentions/depictions of PTSD.

“Oh, my goodness. Don't tell me the Variant ambushed and killed another team of Minutemen.”

Loki faked gasped, sighing to himself as he looked at the files Mobius had left him with. He knew it was a shoddy attempt on his part to try and deceive the agent, but anything to cause some chaos.

“Shh.”

He was brought out of his thoughts when he heard the noise. He furrowed his brows, slowly turning to see a woman scowling at him. He briefly paused, before deciding to do the same back.

“Shh.” He put his finger over his lips, his tone harsher than the woman’s as he glared at her, winning the battle. Pleased with himself, he turned back round to face the files, but was taken back seeing you stood with your arms folded on the other side of the desk, a displeased expression on your face.

“Let me guess. You’ve been sent to keep me in check?” Loki questioned, sneering slightly at you as you narrowed your eyes.

“Well, if you hadn’t have been up to your usual tricks, Mobius wouldn’t have had to get me to babysit you.” You told him, pulling out a chair from the desk as you threw yourself down in it.

“I don’t need to be ‘babysat’.” He spat. “You can’t blame a God for trying.” He shrugged, continuing to sift through the paperwork.

“Do you ever learn?” You wondered aloud. “Like, seriously? How many times do you have to pull the same stunts before you realise… Maybe you’re just not that good?” You questioned him, with a slight playful undertone, but you also knew it would irate the God to no ends.

“I’m ignoring you.” He muttered, but you could tell you had in fact irritated him as he angrily flipped through files.

“Good luck with that.” You laughed lightly. “You seem to forget I know how to push your buttons.” You reached out, snatching the file from his hands. He clenched his jaw as you smirked. “Besides, charm can only get you so far.” Standing up suddenly, Loki left you at the desk as he approached the same woman he had ‘shhh’d mere minutes ago. You watched him curiously. After being ignored, he finally hit the bell, causing the woman to finally look at him, a stoic look on her face.

“Can I help you?” She asked.

“Yes. I'm on some important TVA business. Follow-up to a field mission. You know how it goes.” He explained to the woman, as he wore his classic ‘I’m gonna get my own way’ smile. “We red lined near the apex, and... Well, it's never good.” He chuckled as the woman didn’t even blink, clearing his throat he continued. “Um, I'd like all files pertaining to the creation of the TVA, please.”

Watching from the sidelines you folded your arms, as you couldn’t pull your eyes away from the interaction. You could tell where this was heading.

“Those are classified.”

“Okay. I'd like all files pertaining to the beginning of time then.”

“Those are classified.”

Loki could hear your snickering from behind him as he closed his eyes for a moment to regain his composure.

“Okay, the end of time.”

“Those are classified.”

Exasperated he sighed.

“Okay, what files can I have?”

The pair disappeared behind a book shelf as you awaited his return. Finally, he came back holding a single file in his hand as you lost it. You chuckled. You properly chuckled for the first time since being in the TVA. Maybe even since… It didn’t matter.

Focus on the moment now.

“Even the librarian is immune to your godly charm.” You commented, as Loki glared at you. “Oh come on! It’s funny.” You tried to convince him, his eyes bearing into your soul. Shaking your head, you leant back in your chair, watching the man. He finally opened the file, as he began to read the information. That’s when you noticed it was his file. You decided to stay quiet, allowing him to process it all.

A few minutes passed and you saw his expression sadden, as you peered down at the file on the table in front of him as you saw ‘Ragnorok’. You felt for him. You knew it must be hard to take in. But as quickly as the sadness appeared, it had vanished, replaced with realisation.

“I’ve got it…” He muttered, quickly standing from his seat.

“Loki?” You asked, confused as he ran off, leaving you alone with the mess he had made on the table. The librarian glared at you as you rolled your eyes.

“Yes, I’ll clean it up.” You mumbled, begrudgingly starting to sort the files.

After cleaning up Loki’s mess, which seemed to be a common occurrence in your life, you finally found Mobius and the God himself.

“Hey! Where are you two going?” You called to them as they appeared to be sneaking off somewhere.

“Pompeii!” Loki grinned, clapping his hands as you wondered why he was so thrilled about going to that point in time.

“And may I ask, why?” You raised a brow, as the men looked at each other briefly before Mobius spoke.

“Loki has a theory-“ But Loki cut him off, too excited to let Mobius explain his genius.

“The variant is hiding in apocalypses, genius move but I wouldn’t expect anything less from another version of me-“ He smirked as you rolled your eyes. “Anyway- Nexus events happen when someone does something they're not supposed to do, right? Then that thing they're not supposed to do, cascades into a whole range of other things that aren't supposed to happen.” He explains as you nodded slowly. “So I could go to Asgard, during Ragnorok and do whatever I want, without it creating a new timeline.”

“So, what you’re saying is, because of these apocalypses, the other you is hiding in very dangerous points in time because they can get away with doing whatever they want, unnoticed by the TVA?” You summed up as Loki grinned at you. It was almost childlike. You couldn’t help but feel your heart race at his expression as it reminded you of your Loki, and the grins he would give you.

“Exactly!” He exclaimed.

“Yeah well, it’s not proven yet big guy.” Mobius sighed. “Let’s just explore this theory first-“

“Yeah, but I’m right.” Loki put his hands in his pockets as he held his head high. “So, you coming to see me prove you all right?” He asked you as you were slightly taken back by his offer.

“Erm, sure.” You shrugged. “Got nothing better to do than watch a Volcano erupt.”

The three of you stood, a perfect view of the volcano, as those around carried on their daily business, blissfully unaware of the impending doom they were soon to face. You couldn’t help but feel strange about it.

“Here we go.” Loki said giddily.

“Shh, any minute now.” Mobius also appeared to have a glint in his eye.

“Until this entire town is wiped off the face of this planet. Imagine. All that volcanic ash...” Loki smiled as he was basically jumping up and down with excitement.

“Loki, these people are going to burn to death, please have some dignity.” You said to him lowly, slightly embarrassed at how excited he was to watch it.

“Oh, come on! It's cool.” Loki whines as you raised your brows. “They're all gonna die anyway.” He shrugged as you elbowed him in the side, causing him to snap his head round to you.

“I’ll remember that next time you decide to cark it then shall I?” You spat, deciding enough was enough as you walked away from the pair, leaving Loki looking a bit deflated as Mobius sending him a ‘you’ve done it now’ stare.

“I'm gonna watch the TemPad for any variance energy.” Mobius announced. “Okay, because we gotta be careful. If you're wrong, and there's a good chance you are, anything we do can create a huge branch.” He explained.

“Oh, Mobius! You make even the end of the world sound boring.” Loki groaned.

“Listen! Okay, we're not meant to be here. Anything we do can impact the course of history.”

“Don’t tell him that, it will only encourage him.” You called back over your shoulder, as you watched all the people going about their lives.

“Human life is fleeting.” You jumped at the sudden voice beside you, peering over to see Loki staring at what you were looking at also.

“Don’t make it meaningless though.” You told him, a hint of sadness in your tone. Loki looked over at a cart of goats, and instantly lit up.

“Okay, let’s test my theory, shall we?” He smirked, approaching the cart. Mobius was already shouting for the God, but of course to no avail.

“Go!” Loki cried, opening the carts gate as you watched in shock. “Be free, my horned-friends, be free!” He shouted, waving his arms around as people started to look. You shook your head at him as Mobius began to look at TemPad for any signs of disturbances. Suddenly there was a deep rumble as the ground shook. “Right on cue!” He chuckled as you saw everyone begin to panic around you.

The world started to seem disoriented, like nothing was real. You looked at Loki, as you felt your own panic start to creep up on you. The rumbling, the chaos… Loki…

“How'd we do?”

“I don't believe it. Zero variance energy. No branching in the timeline. The TVA would never even know we were here.”

Your breathing started to become shallow as ash began to fall from the sky. The scene around you began melding into another… A familiar scene from the Asgardian ship. All those people crying, screaming and running. The men both looked over at you, as they realised you hadn’t moved from your spot. Loki furrowed his brows as he approached you.

“Y/N?” You didn’t respond, as you looked up at him, but it wasn’t him… It was HIM.

“What do we do?” You asked, voice shaking. “Loki, what do we do now?” You asked, waiting for guidance. Loki seemed confused at your words.

“What do you mean?” He asked.

“It’s happening again!” You cried, looking round at everything. “We can’t leave them.” Mobius eventually approached.

“We need to go now.” He told you both.

“We have to save them.” You began to turn away from the men. “Hey! You need to go to the mountains!” You shouted at the people. “Make your way up hill!” But no one listened, all too busy panicking.

“What’s wrong with her?!” Loki asked Mobius as he sent Loki a look, before stepping towards you. Mobius grabbed you by your arms, turning you to face him.

“Y/N, this isn’t Asgard, this isn’t that ship, we need to go. This is Pompeii, a fixed point in the timeline. We need to leave.” His words snapped you out of your daze slightly as you nodded hesitantly, allowing him to pull you with him as he headed back to the doorway. Loki followed, still confused by what had happened.

You were stood in one of the hallways, overlooking the city that was outside. You had calmed down, and mostly felt embarrassed by your outburst. You didn’t realise how much it still affected you. You were only human you supposed.

“Hey.”

You turned to see Loki behind you, keeping a safe distance.

“Hi.” You said meekly, turning to look back out at the city. He slowly approached, standing beside you as you both looked out.

“I apologise if I overstepped the line.” Loki muttered quietly. “I didn’t mean to upset you.” You gave him a small smile.

“It’s not your fault.” You shrugged, both staying in silence for a few moments. “On Earth, we call it PTSD.” You spoke, a weak laugh coming from your lips. “When something traumatic happens to an individual, sometimes the brain can’t recover, and certain situations or people can trigger certain emotions.” You tried to explain the best you could. “It just reminded me of…” You trailed off, swallowing the lump in your throat.

“Thanos.” Loki finished for you as you nodded.

“I’ll be fine.” You waved your hand in a dismissive manner. “It’s only happened twice.” You told him. “All that fire, destruction, death…” You paused. “It just took me back.” Loki narrowed his lips, unsure on what to say.

“You know, falling from Asgard through the void wasn’t exactly a fun trip.” He admitted. “Sometimes I get the sensation I’m still falling, with no idea where I’m going to end up.” He said quietly, not looking at you. “I suppose you would say it was quite traumatic.” He narrowed his eyes. “But you start to get past it. And slowly it becomes a distant memory.”

“Easy for you to say. You’re like thousands of years old.” You teased as he smirked.

“True.” He paused. “Come on. I suppose you are hungry. After all, you’ve had quite the day.” He began to walk away, nodding for you to follow. You bit your lip, sighing as you followed the man.

Perhaps this Loki could still become the one you knew.

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quokkacore · 3 years

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can you dig it? (m) [kim doyoung & kim jungwoo]

summary: post concert highs can be a real bummer, and tonight, after a particularly intense performance, your boyfriends help you come down.

pairing: kim doyoung x kim jungwoo x fem!reader

genre: poly!au, 70s!au, band!au, smut, fluff

warnings: drug usage (weed specifically), mentions of other substances (lsd and cocaine), shotgunning, established poly relationship, soft dom jungwoo, mentioned switch jungwoo, hard dom doyoung, sub reader, high sex, sex on a water bed!!, unprotected sex, spit kink, they're all so sweaty help, mxm, degradation kink, praise kink, orgasm denial, overstimulation, minor possessiveness

song recs: don’t stop - fleetwood mac // unlock it (feat. kim petras & jay park) - charli xcx // love her madly - the doors // ziggy stardust - david bowie // rhiannon - fleetwood mac // eclipse - kim lip (loona) // flick of the wrist - queen

word count: 5.4k

a/n: this is for my best friend, who i love with all my heart,bc last month we were talking abt the dowoo photoshoot and she said smth about high sex with dowoo. happy birthday queen <3 thank u for listening to me complain abt writing all the time :’)

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Friday, July 22rd, 1977

The concert hall smelled like cocaine and sweat, you noted to yourself as the three of you joined hands to bow. Cheers from the crowd bounced off of the walls as you bid them your final goodbye, wishing them a good night and telling them to drive safe. Still, their chanting persisted. "Seoul Motel! Seoul Motel! Seoul Motel!"

You wondered vaguely if this was what it was like to be a young god.

The curtain lowered, and the three of you were ushered offstage, to take some pictures and then head back to the hotel, to try and get some rest before you were off to Philadelphia, some five or so hours from where you were now: Boston.

Truthfully, everything passed in a blur. It was almost always like this after these concerts. The thrill and euphoria of performing made it difficult to focus on things. That might have also been because Jungwoo had passed you a joint before the concert. You couldn't be completely sure.

Your tambourine and guitar seemingly disappeared, but you knew it would show up tomorrow for soundcheck when you got to the Philadelphia venue, right along with Jungwoo's bass guitar and Doyoung's drum kit.

What you did know was that here, in the car back to the hotel that your manager was driving, lecturing you and Jungwoo about the importance of being sober when talking to reporters, Doyoung had a hand on your thigh, and that was all you could focus on.

Doyoung was high too. You knew this because ten minutes before you were needed on stage he pulled you forward by the hips and told you to take a few hits from the hand rolled joint and blow the smoke into his mouth. Of course, he wasn't as high as you and Jungwoo were, and he knew how to hide it better. But if you were to get close enough you'd notice the redness rimming his eyes, the dilation of his pupils.

The three of you were something, that was for sure. You had been, probably ever since Jungwoo joined the band, some eight years ago, in the fall of '69. You only really defined what you were once you got your first big hit thanks to some disc jockey in LA playing a song you had written, Calabasas, on the radio back in '73.

The song had blown up, and suddenly the three of you were whisked into a whirlwind of celebrities, drugs, paparazzi and producers who thought the three of you were born yesterday. Yes, you were college kids that ran on booze and weed, but you weren’t complete morons. That was when the three of you sat down to properly discuss boundaries, what slid and what didn’t.

You and your boys decided that night that weren’t down with the idea of everyone knowing. Too many prying eyes. The public didn’t really know, because the press would have a damn field day.

Other than that, it was a pretty open secret. In the industry, who was going around with who didn’t really matter—a lot of them were too off their face to even care. You realized that a few years back when David Bowie walked in on you watching Jungwoo and Doyoung get it on in a bathroom at some afterparty in New York City, and closed the door muttering something about how strong the edibles were.

So, what your manager said fell on deaf ears. Too much weed, too much adrenaline, too much energy for someone who needed to head back onto the road in a few hours.

When you finally got back to the hotel, Jungwoo grabbed your hand in the elevator on the way up to your rooms, which were right next to each other. "You said that your bed was really big… can we come up?"

You nodded, leaning against his arm. Doyoung hummed affectionately at the sight, noting how tired you both were.

"You two are about five seconds from passing out," Doyoung mumbled, and you waved your hand in denial.

"Are not," you protested like a child.

"Y/N, don't be a chump. I'm pretty sure if Woo weren't next to you, you'd have fallen over."

You didn't have the energy to counter, and as the elevator slid open, you were the first one to march out, ready to just take a cold shower and die for the next few hours.

Realistically, you knew that wasn't what would happen. What would happen was that you would shower, get into bed and then toss and turn for another hour or so. Only then would the adrenaline truly wear off. The weed didn't help, making you feel sleepy.

You unlocked the door, and Doyoung and Jungwoo gawked at the sight—and size—of your bed. It could probably fit all three of you easily.

Since only one room would spark rumors, the manager usually booked two: one for Doyoung and Jungwoo and one for you. Your room always went unused. Usually, you would have to push Doyoung's and Jungwoo's beds together to make enough room, leaving an awkward and uncomfortable dip for the person in the middle. Whoever got the middle was handed the terrible double edged sword: cuddles galore, but a sore back in the morning.

Immediately Jungwoo jumped onto the bed, gasping and immediately laughed gleefully as the bed sloshed underneath him.

"A water bed!?" He exclaimed, splaying out his limbs. "Oh, far out. You really lucked out, dollface."

He kicked off his shoes and curled up in the middle, eyes fluttering shut. You followed, sitting at the side as you peeled off your white leather go-go boots. Throwing yourself down next to him, you sighed at the sensation of waves beneath you, and nodded. "Oh, this is ace," You murmured, "Feels great."

Peeling one eye open as Jungwoo wrapped his arm around you, your gaze landed on Doyoung, who was still leaning against the wall. You beckoned him over with a hand. "C'mere, princey."

He made sure that the air conditioner was working before sitting down on the other side of Jungwoo, for which you were grateful. The still drying sweat on the back of your neck and on your chest started to cool instantly. You and Jungwoo giggled as Doyoung’s weight sent waves rippling beneath you.

"So, are you guys gonna sleep or what?" Doyoung asked, kicking his shoes off as well and peeling off his denim jacket. His eyes were still wide open and he didn't look tired at all. "I'm probably staying up a little later, I have some ideas for some lyrics I want to get down—"

"I would love to sleep. But I can't," Jungwoo declared before glancing knowingly at the both of you, "and neither can either of you."

You hummed in agreement. "Hmm, you're not wrong. Too much energy left."

You turned to bury your face into his chest. His forest green short-sleeved button up was only buttoned up halfway, easily revealing his collarbones. He smelled like pot, sweat, and designer cologne. His chest rumbled as he continued to speak.

"What about you, bunny boy? You can't tell me you don't still feel it."

"The weed or the concert jitters?" Doyoung's voice was raspy, cautious. He had a feeling he knew where this conversation was going. Once you and Jungwoo ganged up on him, it wouldn't take long to wear him down.

"Both," You and Jungwoo said in unison. You laughed at the sound. Doyoung chuckled as well, and you cracked your eyes open, despite how cozy you felt with Jungwoo stroking the skin of your nape.

"Well, the jitters are still there. That's why I'm staying up. As for the weed… well, yeah. I still feel it."

Jungwoo sighed. "How's the weed hitting you, though?"

"Honestly?" Doyoung's eyes met yours, and you felt something simmer in your chest. He huffed, deciding to take a bite of the apple, and leaned towards the both of you.

"The weed, plus watching you two perform… Safe to say I'm pretty fuckin' horny right now."

You bit your lip, giving him a sleepy grin. "Oh, Woo, we turned him on." The teasing tone wasn't missed despite the sleepiness in your tone.

"And what about it?" Doyoung asked, leaning back on his hands. "You can't say that watching Jungwoo do the thing doesn't get you going."

"I have a thing?"

"We all have a thing, Woo. Princey's over there is at the end of Mr. Jones' Motorcycle. You know, when he finishes the solo? He always throws his head back, because there's sweat and hair in his eyes. You can see his neck and shit..."

Jungwoo blinked. "Shit, that is his thing… What's mine?"

You raised an eyebrow at Doyoung. "His is the thing where he gets so into it that he throws his head back and plays, and still manages to get every bass note right, right?"

Doyoung nodded with a satisfied hum. "Gets you going, right?"

You brought a hand up to Jungwoo's chest, slowly sliding it down his stomach. Your voice lowered to a raspy murmur, and Jungwoo's hand tightened around your waist. "Damn right it does."

"And plus, you both have told me that watching me put together the drum kit is hot."

"'Cause it is!" Again you laughed as Jungwoo said the same thing you did.

"Jungwoo." Doyoung's voice sounded thicker. "You can't tell me that Y/N isn't an absolute vixen on stage."

"You're right," The younger man answered, voice gruff. His hand slid down, gripping your butt and giving it a light squeeze, before directing his words at you. "Oh! Y/N, your thing is when—you know how every time you play the transition from Calabasas to Saturn’s Rings you sway your hips and flip your hair back and forth? Sometimes you’ll look at me or at Doyoung while you do, and you looked at me tonight. You're a little tease up there, dollface."

Your breath hitched at their words. “Oh, yeah?” You goaded, cuddling further into Jungwoo’s chest. You let a coy smile grace your face as your eyes fluttered shut. “What do you want me to do about it?”

“Don’t be a brat,” Doyoung growled.

“No, Doie,” Jungwoo hummed. He suddenly sounded a lot more awake. “...What would you have her do about it?”

Your eyes fluttered open, swallowing despite the sudden dryness in your throat. Doyoung's pupils were still blown wide, but you were pretty sure it wasn't because of the weed. He licked his lips. "Princess, get on your knees."

Jungwoo prompted you up, pulling you up to stand at the side of the bed. Doyoung circled around the bed, before standing next to Jungwoo. Your gaze fluttered between your two boyfriends, one looking stern, the other looking like he was having the time of his life.

Quietly, you lowered yourself to kneel on the plush carpet, fingers gripping the silver fabric of your dress' skirt to hike it up, so that you wouldn't kneel on it. Your hands itched to reach for them but you knew you needed to ask for permission. "Can I touch you?"

Doyoung smiled, reaching for his belt. "There's our good girl," He said. Your mouth was already watering embarrassingly as you helped him undo his belt, pulling him out of his boxers. He was already half hard, and as you lifted your hand to spit in it, someone grabbed you gently by the rest. Jungwoo leaned over, turning your hand to reveal your palm to him. His eyes seemed to burn into yours as he let his spit fall into the palm of your hand. You felt your legs close, thighs trying to rub together at the sight.

"Go on," Jungwoo murmured, using a hand on your jaw to move your head. Your eyes fell on Doyoung's cock again, slowly getting harder and harder. Your hand wrapped around it, stroking slowly as you met his smoldering gaze. You stroked him until he was rock hard in your grip, and his breathing turned heavy. Again, you swallowed, and Doyoung noticed this time.

“What is it, princess? You want it in your mouth?”

“Yes, please,” You whispered, eyes wide. He chuckled breathily, head tipping back as you ran your thumb over the slit. His eyes met Jungwoo’s, who was palming himself through his pants.

“What do you think, baby?” He asked him.

“Don’t be mean, Doyoung,” Jungwoo said softly. “Look at her, she’s desperate. Isn’t that right, Y/N?”

You whined, nodding. The pair chuckled. Jungwoo grinned at the state you were already in. “Go ahead, dollface. Give it a kiss.”

Before Doyoung could say anything else, you took his dick into your mouth, and let out a soft moan at how heavy he felt, hot and pulsing. He let out a guttural groan of your name, a hand burying itself in your hair. His other hand gripped Jungwoo’s shirt, pulling him forward to meet in a tongue-filled kiss.

Slowly, Doyoung’s hips started rocking back and forth, grinding into your mouth. Your hands stroked what you couldn’t fit, as well as his balls. Your eyes fluttered shut, trying to relax so as to not gag on his length. But when he sped up, it became too much to avoid.

A tap on your shoulder, and Doyoung let you off of his cock. You turned your head to look up at a very flushed Jungwoo, who had pulled his dick out of his pants as well. The words, “Me too?” tumbled out of his swollen lips. And with that gentle, breathy tone, who were you to disobey?

You wrapped your lips around Jungwoo, who hissed at the sudden heat of your mouth. From there, something primal inside of you took control, wanting nothing more than to please—you took turns sucking them off and stroking them, the muffled sounds of their moaning spurring you on.

It was always like this—during sex, Doyoung was the meaner one, manhandling you and throwing degrading words in your face that made your stomach curl in sick pleasure. He was the one who could put you in your place when you became too bratty to handle. Jungwoo was gentler, but he was all too content to watch Doyoung toss you around. He would always swoop in after Doyoung took you apart, and piece you back together. He’d tell you how good you were, how good you made the both of them feel, and while he definitely didn’t treat you like fragile porcelain, he definitely didn’t leave as many bruises as Doyoung did.

And then, when they were both done, they’d shower you in kisses, and whisper in your ear how grateful they were to love you, and say some philosophical thing about eternal love and the cosmos that you’d always be too fucked out to comprehend, but that made your heart do a backflip regardless.

“Shit,” Jungwoo groaned, pulling away from Doyoung’s lips. “Y/N, I’m gonna cum.”

You pulled off of Doyoung to look up at Jungwoo. “In my—in my mouth, please, Woo.”

He nodded, licking his lips as his hands fisted themselves in your hair, gripping but not pulling as he allowed you to touch him the way you wanted. His hands gathered the loose strands into a makeshift ponytail, using it to guide your mouth up and down his hot cock. His hips bucked into your willing mouth, the sound of his hissing and his moaning getting louder and louder, until…

"Fuck, fuck, fuck, Y/N… Y/N!" He groaned, as he came into your mouth. His head tipped back, which gave Doyoung access to his neck, pressing sloppy kisses to the skin. This sight was worth the bitter taste that coated your tongue: one of your lovers in ecstasy while the other anchored him to the ground.

He left his dick in your mouth for a moment, before pulling out with a shaky breath. Doyoung pulled away, letting him breathe. As Jungwoo caught his breath, Doyoung pulled you up, and he sat on the bed, bringing you down with him to straddle his lap.

You turned your head to face Jungwoo, who smiled at you, coming closer to the both of you. One of his hands patted the top of your head. "That was wicked," He said.

Doyoung smiled softly, and gripped your chin to get you to face him. His sweet grin didn't disappear as his grip forced your mouth open. He groaned at the sight of your tongue coated in Jungwoo's semen.

"Gorgeous," He mumbled, eyes trained on your lips as it began to spill out.

"Kiss her," Jungwoo told him, "You know you want to."

So he did, his tongue almost immediately slipping past your lips to get a taste of Jungwoo for himself, swallowing it down greedily. Your hands came up to unbutton his black dress shirt, and his hands pushed up the skirt of your dress to get you to rock your hips against his. You gasped against his mouth at the feeling of only your soaked panties separating him and you, before pushing the shirt off of him.

He moved to lie you down on the bed. As he pulled away from you, you caught his tongue slipping out to lick at a dribble of Jungwoo's cum on his lips. To make matters even worse, the bed was rolling beneath you, making your head spin.

Jungwoo pulled his shirt off before he sat down behind you. Meanwhile, Doyoung moved down your body, parting your legs. He prompted you to sit up, resting your back against his chest. He pressed a kiss to your earlobe as Doyoung peeled your underwear off of you, biting his lip at the sight of your drooling pussy.

"You're absolutely drenched, princess. And all from sucking our cocks, huh?"

You nodded, eyes fluttering shut as Jungwoo's lips began kissing along your jaw. When you didn't say anything, Jungwoo pinched your sides gently. "Use your words, doll," He whispered. From behind you, his eyes met Doyoung's. "You're gonna keep being our good little girl, right?"

"Y-yes, Jungwoo." Your hand lifted itself to press against his cheek, a silent plea for more kisses. He smiled against your skin.

"Atta girl," He praised, "On your best behavior for us tonight, huh?"

"The little slut's just being good because she wants to get fucked, Woo. Don't get it twisted."

"Please, Doie," You pleaded at the mention of being fucked, "Need it."

The older man chuckled lowly, pressing the pad of his thumb to your clit.

"Told you."

His tongue pressed itself against your hole, and you immediately cried out. You would have immediately started grinding against Doyoung's face if it weren't for Jungwoo's hands on your hips, holding you down and keeping it still.

"I don't think you wanna do that," He murmured. His hands travelled underneath your skirt, gripping the silvery blue gossamer as he tried to lift it up. You did your best to keep your squirming at a minimum as you tried to help him get you out of it. Finally, the bell sleeves were pulled off, and you were left naked as the day you were born.

Jungwoo’s hands moved to your breasts, playing with them as he watched you whimper at the sensation of Doyoung’s mouth working at your folds. When he slipped his tongue inside, you keened, head falling against Jungwoo’s shoulder.

“You’re so pretty like this,” He whispered.

Your chest heaved, squirming up and down as he began to tug and pinch your nipples, calloused fingertips making you cry out.

Doyoung’s free hand gripped your thigh, and his fingers on the other hand slipped inside when he pulled his tongue out. Immediately, he plunged in two fingers, curling his fingers as he attempted to search for that one special spot.

"Ngh, Doie, faster, pleasepleaseplease." Your legs were trembling slightly now.

"So fucking slutty," Doyoung mumbled, chuckling wickedly, "And all I had to do was stick my fingers inside."

He complied with no protest, and the sensation of Doyoung stroking your walls and Jungwoo continuously pawing at your breasts caused a string of moans to come pouring out of your mouth. Jungwoo had been sucking a bruise into your clavicle, but leaned up to press his lips against yours.

"Don't want anyone hearing what's meant for Doie and I," He said, lips brushing yours.

The idea made you even needier, the double entendre making your head spin. Jungwoo didn't want anyone to hear you because if they did, rumors would spread. And on top of that? He didn't want anyone to hear. You were theirs. They were yours. This was a sacred ritual between bodies meant to be witnessed by only the three of you.

Your head felt like you were floating, even though your limbs felt like they were sinking into the watery mattress. A coil began to tighten in your stomach, and your soft whines, muffled by Jungwoo's plush lips, increased in pitch.

They both knew what this meant, because a second later, Doyoung removed his fingers from your core, and Jungwoo pulled away, his hands moving from your breasts to rest on Doyoung's atop your hips. You were left reeling and breathing heavily, that familiar sensation floating away.

When you looked down at Doyoung, you swallowed at the sight of his lips, chin and fingers, all glistening with your wetness.

He lifted himself up off the mattress, and proceeded to sandwich your chest in between his own chest and Jungwoo’s back. He gripped his dick, rubbing it against your folds, which were now even more soaked than before.

"Tell me how much you want it, princess." He pressed his forehead against yours, hissing when the tip caught your clit. You let out a desperate whine, clinging to his broad shoulders.

"Do—Doyoung, please fuck me," You begged, reeling at the sensation. He was so close, all he had to do was slide in. But he refused.

"Not good enough," He insisted.

"Doyoung, don't be mean," Jungwoo said, but he seemed to be more amused by your desperation than anything.

"No, I wanna hear how much she needs us."

You closed your eyes and took a few deep breaths, trying to gather your words. Jungwoo's hands stroked your sides, trying to calm you down. "You doing alright, doll? You wanna take a breather?"

"We can always stop." Doyoung's voice had turned stable, secure, safe. He started pulling away, until you grabbed him by the forearm and shook your head. You opened your eyes, seeing concern in his eyes

“No,” You mumbled, “Jus’ want some water. Think there’s some in the minibar. ‘M really hot.”

Doyoung nodded, getting up and striding over to the small refrigerator on the other side of the room. He pulled out a water bottle, and popped open the cap before passing it to you. Jungwoo had taken to fanning your face lightly with his hand. You took several long swigs of water, before setting it on the nightstand.

“I’m fine,” You promised. “Can we please keep going? I can take it.”

Doyoung pressed a kiss to your temple. “Are you absolutely sure?”

“Yeah,” You said with a nod.

“Doyoung,” Jungwoo murmured, “Be careful.”

“I know, baby." He lowered his eyes to study your face. "I won’t go that hard on you, Y/N.”

You nodded, even though deep down you wanted to protest. You knew that this was probably the best route to take. You could already feel the high—from the weed and the concert—wearing off. You knew that if Doyoung were too rough you’d probably crash on the way down instead of float.

So, Jungwoo brushed some stray hair out of your sweaty face, and Doyoung grabbed your legs gently, wrapping them around his hips. Slowly, Doyoung eased in, and you sighed in satisfaction of finally being filled. He bit into your shoulder, taking deep heaving breaths as he let you get used to the sensation. Jungwoo took turns pressing kisses to the top of your head and the top of Doyoung’s head.

“I love you both so much,” He whispered, “I’m so grateful the universe brought us together.”

Doyoung looked up at him, pressing a kiss to his lips. “My baby,” He murmured against Jungwoo’s lips. He then turned to you and did the same, “My princess.”

You smiled at their words, but the need in your core was becoming unbearable. "Doie, Woo, I love you both so much," You murmured, "But Doyoung, if you don't move I'll pin you down and do it myself."

"And you were doing so well," Doyoung groaned with a laugh, before beginning to thrust his hips. It was a slow, torturous glide, and the way it caused the bed to rock left you dizzy in the best possible way. Doyoung was panting into your ear like some sort of beast, and you were whining softly with every cant of his hips.

"You must feel so good right now, huh, doll?"

"Jung—woo," You moaned, clawing at his bicep.

"I know, dolly, I know." He sounded sympathetic enough, but the way he was grinding his dick against your ass suggested otherwise. "Bunny boy is just so good with those hips of his, hm?"

"H-he is!" You cried, "Feel so full, ah, Doyoung!"

Doyoung's eyes met yours, and his hips picked up their pace, until your eyes rolled up into your head. Your head thrashed side to side, leaning against Jungwoo's shoulder. His mouth lowered once again to kiss at your neck, and your hand wrapped itself against his nape, while the other gripped Doyoung's shoulders.

Jungwoo's hands slithered down to where you and Doyoung were connected, and started rubbing at your clit. You shrieked, chest arching. Doyoung hissed. "Shit, do that again," He bit out, "Fuck, princess you just got so tight."

"D-Doie, harder!"

Doyoung looked up at Jungwoo, the two having an unspoken conversation. A second later, Jungwoo gave a cautious nod. Doyoung smiled, before he adjusted his legs. Then…

Then. He began pounding into you at a breakneck pace. Your legs tightened around him, wanting him even deeper than before.

"You love this, don't you? Our pretty little slut." His voice was tighter now, panting with exertion. You nodded.

"Yes, yes! I'm your slut!"

Doyoung grinned, before locking lips with you. His tongue dipped into your mouth, before letting you do the same to him. You could tell he was starting to feel something—he always kissed you or Jungwoo as a way of telling you he wouldn't last much longer.

Truthfully, you could feel it coming too—your body felt like it was on fire, and your hips couldn't stop squirming. Whether it was towards Jungwoo's calloused fingers on your clit, Doyoung's cock, or away from both, you couldn't tell. Your moans were getting shriller too.

You clenched down on his length again, and he grit his teeth, grunting as his pace turned sloppy.

"C-c'mon, princey," You pleaded, "Give it to me, give it…"

"Shit, yes…" His head lolled onto your shoulder. "Gonna stuff you so full, princess, you'll be dripping—"

"Please! Oh, please—"

The two of you fell apart almost at the same time, your orgasm triggering Doyoung's a second later. Your mouth fell open, legs trembling and heart pounding as waves crashed over and under you.

When you came down, Doyoung rolled off of you, turning onto his side to watch you and Jungwoo. Jungwoo, who ceased the movements of his hands and slowly laid you down. Your head landed against the pillows, and you let your eyes shut as you caught your breath.

"Can I take care of you one last time, doll?" You heard Jungwoo say. Your eyes opened blearily, and you reached a hand out towards him, legs parting of their own accord.

Both of your lovers groaned at the sight of your pussy, Doyoung's cum brimming from your folds.

"Absolute perfection," Jungwoo murmured, crawling between your legs. He gripped his dick with one hand, the other swiping through your folds, and you immediately whined at the sensitivity there, teetering the fine line between pleasure and pain.

"Please," You whimpered, "Woo, I want it."

"You're insatiable." He sounded so affectionate, so in love. You watched as his eyes studied his index and middle fingers, covered in a mix of Doyoung's cum and yours, before dipping them into his mouth to lick them clean. You sighed, a dopey smile gracing your features. He lowered himself down to brush noses with you, dark eyes blown wide, wide awake despite the dark circles underneath.

"Guess I'll just have to do something about that."

He slid in as if he was coming home, immediately setting a solid pace that had you seeing stars, arms wrapping around his shoulders to lock hands at his nape. The sensitivity left you pliant in his arms, and Jungwoo didn't hesitate in cradling you in his arms.

"So good for us, Y/N. Always Doie and I's sweet girl."

You nodded, tears brimming at your eyes at the heaviness in your chest, the pulsing in your core. His hair was falling into his eyes, and you lifted your hands to his face, doing your best to brush it away. Your hands cupped his cheeks, heavy eyes burning into his. Your hips were rutting against his desperately now, wanting nothing more than to feel that high with him.

Jungwoo pressed a brief kiss to your neck, feeling something simmer in his gut embarrassingly fast.

Doyoung placed his head next to yours, gently lifting Jungwoo's head to kiss him, hand brushing the other man's ass. When he pulled away, he kissed you as well, and Jungwoo's mouth pressed itself to one of your nipples. You keened against Doyoung's mouth, hips losing all semblance of grace.

Here, you were needy, animalistic, running on instincts, and your boys were drinking it up like water from a desert oasis.

Doyoung pulled away, a thin trail of spit connecting his lips to yours. His hands cradled your head.

"Can you feel it yet, princess?"

Your eyebrows furrowed, silent moans falling from your lips. "Ah, yeah, Doie… s-so close…"

"Me too," Jungwoo groaned between your breasts, "So wet, Y/N…"

"That's from all the cum she's filled with, right, princess?"

You nodded. "Mm—ngh! Stuffed me so good, Doie."

"Yeah? You gonna let Jungwoo fill you up even more? Gonna keep it all inside, right?"

Your stomach did a backflip, and you felt your toes curl. "Yes, yes, yes, yes, I want it—"

"I'll give it to you, doll," Jungwoo growled, "It's all—fuck—all yours. S-same way this is all for us, right?"

Those words were what caused you to finally fall over the edge. Your high was so intense that you could have sworn that your ears popped—clawing at Jungwoo’s shoulders, your eyes squeezed shut. Only one side ended up scratched, since you always kept your right hand nails short to properly play guitar. You sobbed against Doyoung’s lips, and he eagerly swallowed up your cries, shushing you gently as you came back down.

You didn't feel Jungwoo come inside, but you felt it immediately afterwards—the satisfying stickiness, the warmth in your stomach.

You looked at Jungwoo, pressing a soft kiss to his sweaty forehead before prompting him to move off. He wrapped his arm around you, pulling you towards him as his little spoon, peppering kisses to your cheek and whispering how good you were. The two of you looked at Doyoung. You reached out, making grabby hands at him. His eyes were drooping, and he was blinking blearily as if he were trying to fight off sleep.

Still, he got up and pulled his pack of cigarettes out of his shirt pocket, as well as his lighter. As he sat back down on the bed, the waves sent you and Jungwoo further and further into the recesses of slumber. As consciousness left you, you caught Doyoung looking down at the two of you as if you were the most precious beings he'd ever encountered. His tone was low and grumbly, but there was a glint of smug satisfaction in his eye.

"I hope you two are happy. I can't remember those goddamn lyrics anymore."

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MORNING CUDDLES.

eijirou kirishima x fem!reader

WARNING(S): none

word count: 2.8k

note(s): eiji and his partner call each other love 25/8 and no u cannot tell me otherwise >:(

italian translation - translator !!

Beep beep. Beep beep. Beep beep.

Your hand snuck its way out from under the duvet, blindly searching for your phone in order to shut off the nuisance that was your alarm. Once you did, you slowly let your eyes drift open and meet the blank canvas of the ceiling above.

The sun was peeking through the blinds off to the left side, causing streaks of light to form on your bedroom walls and bed itself. None of them obstructed your vision luckily, there was nothing worse than lying in bed only to have the sun blind you. A light snore interrupted your tiredness and caused your eyes to open wider, directing them off to the right to meet that of your boyfriend, Eijirou.

As per usual, he looked at peace during his state of slumber. His mouth hung slightly open to reveal his iconic sharpened teeth as snores broke through them. His usual gelled up hair was now ironed down to structure his face and practically conceal it with the amount there. It swept over one of his eyes - though didn't stop the scar on his right one peeking through. The rest of his hair was mushed up between his cheek and the pillow his head lay on.

You smiled at the sight, losing yourself in his handsomeness for a moment before leaning forwards to peck his forehead softly. You then pulled back the covers on your side, making an effort (reluctantly) to sit yourself up and swing your legs over the end of the bed. Just as you were about to find the means to stand, something tugged you back causing you to gasp. It was only when Eijirou's voice hit your ear that you processed what happened.

"Morning," The redhead let out, voice hoarse and deeper than usual to signal the classic case of morning croak, something you always loved to hear first thing. An arm snaked around your front to pull you back against Eijirou's abdomen. With a little smile, you turned your face to the love of your life, who was tiredly gazing at you.

"Good morning," You faintly sang. "Did you sleep well?"

"Mhhm," Eijirou replied, using his spare hand to reach up and rub his waking eyes at the same time as he released a mighty yawn. "You?"

"Like a baby," Was your answer as Eijirou allowed his hand to gently graze your forearm affectionately. You hummed softly, not wanting to move one bit from the comfort. If anything, you would have liked to have remained under his touch the entire day. Something about his subtle physical signs of adoration brought you head over heels for him, even more so than you already were. But you knew it couldn't last forever. So after a minute of sweet quiet, you proceeded to shift forwards to try and get up. Only to find the grip on you tighten and a disgruntled noise of protest to leave Eijirou's throat.

"Love, I gotta get up," You spoke and turned back to him with a sigh. "I've got that meeting at 10, remember?"

"No," Was the only thing you received back from your partner. Eijirou looked up gently into your E/C eyes. "Five more minutes?"

At first, you went to say a flat no, mainly because you'd expected him to act like this despite knowing full well you were going out. But you eventually concluded on a compromise to try and be smart about it. Fingers playing with the sheets of your bed, you spoke up once more.

"How about you let me go grab us a hot drink and then five more minutes?" It seemed to do the trick. Eijirou paused in thought before gently mumbling an 'okay', the grip on you loosening to give you the freedom to stand up. Once you stood upright you looked back to Eijirou, who was following your every move through tired red eyes.

"I'll come back in sec okay?"

"You better,"

This clingy side to Eijirou usually came out on the first day or two of him having time off work. Since he was a Pro-Hero he could sometimes be working days on end without a break, so moments like this the pair of you really treasured to maintain a healthy relationship. You smiled during your trip to the kitchen, his touch still on your mind as you started to prepare yourself a steaming F/H/D and a simple black coffee for Eijirou.

On your way back to the bedroom you made a pit stop to go to the toilet and somewhat freshen yourself up. All you did was brush your hair and wash your face (you planned to do make-up later) and then you were heading back to Eijirou. You opened the door with your foot since both hands were occupied by mugs.

"I told you I wasn't going to be long,"

"It was too long," His voice came from the bundle of covers, a head poking out from under as you saw a flash of a toothy grin. It was more tired than usual but still held the same passion nonetheless.

"Somebody's impatient,"

"Whatever. Now let me use you as a pillow," Eijirou uttered, waiting for you to put the drinks down and to get into bed. Pulling back the cream covers of your shared bed you were soon engulfed by arms as a head found refuge on your chest.

"Happy?" You said with a laugh. Eijirou nodded and let his eyes close, listening to the sound of your heartbeat against his cheek with a soft grin. He then felt himself get even more at home when your fingertips guided themselves to play with the ends of his hair.

"Yes,"

---

"Come on, Eijirou... I need to go get ready," You whined, rolling your eyes at the silence you received back. Only the soft and light pecks of kisses landing on your shoulder blade signalled Eijirou's distraction, almost pretending to be deaf for his own personal benefit. You rolled back in order to make him stop, looking up at Eijirou in protest. At first, he sent you a nearly offended gaze at daring to make such a movement, claiming he wasn't finished and had intentions of carrying on. Though slowly his jaw altered to a pout, reaching to tuck some hair behind your ear.

"Do you have to go?" Eijirou mumbled and leaned down to peck your lips.

"Yes, I do," You answered.

"Can't you just call in sick or something?"

"I already did that three weeks ago... so probably not,"

"Please?"

"I said I can't. Now get up, lazy bones,"

You went to get up once more, this time forcing yourself through the gripping fingers and hands of Eijirou to escape the bed. When you came out successful you released a small laugh of triumph much to Eijirou's dismay. It was there you walked to your closet and took the clothes hanging over the door on a clothing hanger, looking back at Eijirou whose face had now emerged further from under the covers to watch you.

"Is it even an important meeting, love?" Eijirou said, eyes following as you shuffled back to the bed and put the clothes at the bottom. You released a sigh as you turned to put the clothing hanger back in the closet, not aware of the cheap move Eijirou made when you weren't looking and instead answered his question.

"Not really? But because I missed the last one - no thanks to you, I think it'd be better I should get to this one," Wandering back to the bed, slipping off the shirt you'd stolen off Eijirou the night before as you did, Eijirou rolled his eyes and undermined your words.

"So... miss this one and go to the next,"

"As I recall you said that last time and promised you wouldn't say it when it occurred again... but here we are," There was a little smirk on your face when you caught him rolling his eyes, and in response, you playfully tossed the shirt you'd had on at the redhead. Eijirou snickered and managed to catch it before it hit his face, going to crumple it into a ball and place it next to him.

"You throw like a girl,"

"And you scream like one, doofus,"

"I'm not a doofus... doofus,"

Eijirou couldn't help but smirk in amusement at you, his face lighting up all the more into a bright beam when he heard a laugh release on your part. You were just finishing buttoning up your collar shirt as Eijirou watched, arms crossing over his chest. He cocked his head back against the headrest as well as to the side in thought.

"I ever tell you that you look good in shirts like that?" The redhead stated, receiving a glare that had formed on your face.

"Don't you get any ideas,"

"Wasn't suggesting any, just stating the obvious," He raised his arms in defence as you sat down on the bed by his legs, reaching for the blazer.

"That's also something you said last time and look what happened there - wait where's my...?" You were one sleeve through your blazer when you noticed that one of your pieces of clothing was missing. The navy blue pencil skirt that matched your top half to be more specific. You looked behind and around you, and also to the closet thinking you forgot to grab it with everything else, proceeding to frown in thought.

You swore you hung it up there and -

With a heavy exhale, you felt your body twist around and turn to a particularly quiet Eijirou sitting behind you.

His expression read it all like he was trying to be both obvious and mysterious all in one go in order to get you to question him. It most definitely worked, a hand meeting your hip as you stood upright and quirked a quizzical brow.

"Eiji?"

"Hm? What is it, dearest?"

"Can I have my skirt back please?"

"What do you mean? I don't have your skirt," His growing smirk and amusement in his eyes betrayed his words, refusing to make eye contact with you in a playful manner you'd seen countless times before.

"Okay, so where is it then?"

"I don't know," He innocently shrugged. "Maybe the skirt fairy came and took it,"

"The skirt fairy," You repeated, disbelief laced in your voice.

"Yep," He said through a laugh. "I don't know what to tell you, love. There can't be any other explanation,"

"Just give me back my skirt before I get behind on time,"

"I don't have it,"

"Yes, you do,"

"No, I don't,"

"Don't make me jump you, bitch,"

"I honestly wouldn't com- oof!"

Before Eijirou could finish his sentence, he only just managed to catch you when you pounced at him without remorse. Luckily he just managed to protect himself and readjusted your intended position, victoriously smirking up at you and pointing a finger.

"Hah! Not this time!"

"I hate you sometimes,"

"No, you don't. You love me,"

"I swear to god -," You let out, arms crossing over your chest. Eijirou had sat you on top of him, legs on either side of him as he remained under the covers. "Can I please just have my skirt back?"

"You mean the one that's under the sheets by my feet?" He blankly stated, letting his hands rest themselves on your hips quite comfortably. He couldn't help but laugh at your less than amused expression.

"Why can't you just let me get ready?"

"I'm not stopping you... I'm just making it more difficult,"

"Educate me on how?"

"Well the only way to get your skirt is to get back into bed... and if you get back into bed I'm not letting you get back out,"

"You're really being this persistent, hm?"

"Maybe a little more than intended,"

You hopelessly sighed, looking at the ceiling with a mental cry of both impatience and leisure. The inner want to go to your wardrobe and pull out a fresh skirt was the easy way out, yes, but the temptation of the game Eijirou intended to play was getting to you more than expected. That and you knew he wouldn't let you simply get off him, the grip on your waist not only implying endearing affection.

Eijirou raised his voice, reeling you back to his attention. Despite your annoyance, you did make an effort to admire his features. From his loose hair to his fixed jawline where the tint of a smirk riddled with confidence rested. The pretty glow in his carmine gaze drew you in each time without a fault. He was so undeniably attractive, no doubt about it.

"You know what sounds fun?"

"What?" Partly having a sense of what was to leave his lips.

"If you...," He paused as he subtly cocked his head at you. "Stayed in bed and cuddled with me all morning," Another pause. "Because I haven't seen you in four or five days and I miss you,"

"But we watched a movie and spent some time together last night knowing I was going out today,"

"Yeah but... you're cute on a morning,"

"Opposed to other times when I'm not?" It was Eijirou's turn to send you a little glare in protest before he returned to his pleading nature.

"You're cute all the time,"

Yet another few seconds of quiet.

"Just - stay with me today? And do your meeting-thingy tomorrow?"

"You, Eijirou Kirishima, are going to be the death of me," Leaning down to rest your forehead on Eijirou's shoulder whilst releasing a long groan from the back of your throat. Maybe not so great of an idea since that allowed him to wrap you right into his grasp, you held yourself there briefly as he allowed his fingertips to mess with your hair.

"Probably," Eijirou mumbled softly, tilting his head against yours as he once again let his touch wander. The unexpected cuddle definitely didn't go unnoticed as you pondered in your position, practically ready to fall asleep when Eijirou started to rub up and down your back. Like a moth to a flame, he had you wrapped around his finger, knowing that in the end, he was always going to get his own way. Of course, in other circumstances, he'd usually let you win. But not when it came to morning cuddles.

Definitely not when it came to morning cuddles.

As if waiting for you to talk, Eijirou stared into your strands of H/C hair whilst inhaling the scent of coconut from the shampoo you used the evening prior. He expectantly caressed your hip, his final attempt to win you over confidently coming to a climax at the word that exited your mouth.

"Fine,"

You could practically feel the smirk against the back of your head as Eijirou's touch became all the more prominent and rewarding. He let one of his arms extend out to grab your phone, handing it over to you as you hesitantly sat up with a hotness to your cheeks and found the contact of your workplace.

Eijirou simply watched you the whole time, taking you all in like he was casting gaze upon you for the first time. No matter how many times that happened, he still managed to find you all the more beautiful. He ran a hand through his flattened hair and exhaled merrily as he let your voice sink into his ears, watching the smile on your face grow as you caught him looking.

"Yeah - Again, I'm really sorry I can't make it, Eijirou caught something whilst working and he's bound to the bed cause' of it," You held up crossed fingers in hopes you wouldn't sound like you were lying, glancing at your boyfriend who appeared to chuckle.

And yet again your lie went unnoticed. The call was over in seconds, tossing your phone to the empty side of the bed.

"Why'd you say I was sick?"

"Because if I said it was me they'd probably ask about the last time you forced me to stay off, and how often I'm apparently unwell,"

"Right,"

"But, it looks like you got your way," You said, going to change out the white shirt to put your pyjama shirt back on, placing the work clothes to the bottom of the bed as Eijirou waited patiently.

"Come," Was all he said once you looked back at him, opening his arms for you to sink into. Which you did, reaching that comfortable position within his grasp as though you belonged there. Except this time, Eijirou directed your face towards his, pulling your lips to his in one smooth addicting manner that you felt butterflies in your stomach for.

In the meantime your drinks were disregarded as the clock ticked on, the pair of you forgetting their presence on the bedside table. The steam soon dissipated to nothing the cooler the fluids got.

"Y/N?"

"Yeah?"

"I love you,"

He could sense the smile that formed on your lips.

"I love you too,"

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diavohno · 4 years

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peccant pt.1

▹ pairing: lucifer x fem!reader, mammon x fem!reader, leviathan x fem!reader, satan x fem!reader, asmodeus x fem!reader, beelzebub x fem!reader, belphegor x fem!reader

▹ genre: smut, rut!au

▹ words: 6.6k

▹ rating: nsfw

▹ warnings: mc curses like a sailor and solomon has no filter, lucifer’s had a rough time, a pinch of grinding, mentions of masturbation, hickies, explicit sexual content, vaginal sex, rough sex

▹ notes: tadaa! this took a bit longer than I had originally planned (hence the big gap between the sneak peek and the full release) but I was determined to crank this out for @hornywrath‘s birthday! hope you enjoy a lil bit of mammon hun, and happy birthday! also, I guess this also counts for a 400 follower milestone, which we hit very recently! thank you all for being here, I hope the wait was worth it ;)

“Solomon, I’m about ready to fight someone,” you seethed to the sorcerer as you glared up at his ceiling from your comfortable resting spot on top of his bed.

The entire situation was ridiculous. The brothers had been actively avoiding you almost all week, which was annoying enough, but today they had cut off all communication with you entirely. No one came down to breakfast, no one was in any of your shared classes, and no one even bothered to text you so you’d know what the hell was going on. If they were going to give you the cold shoulder the LEAST they could do would be to tell you why.

Instead, you were left to wonder what you had done wrong because surely there was some explanation for their behavior. After a full day of scouring your memory during boring classes (in which there was no one to distract you, unlike usual) you were still drawing a blank on what exactly you had done.

This only meant one thing: you were 100% innocent in this situation, and the brothers would never live this down if you had anything to say about it.

When you were about halfway back to the House of Lamentation after class your D.D.D. buzzed. Your heart nearly leaped out of your chest seeing that the notification was a text from Lucifer. It was the first time any of the brothers had contacted you all day! With any luck, you’d finally get some explanation as to just what was going on, and (if you were lucky) an apology. The second one is highly unlikely given that it was Lucifer who had texted you, but you still had hope. That is, until you opened the message.

After class, immediately go to Purgatory Hall. You will be staying there with the other exchange students until further notice.

A second set of buzzes followed the first, in case one punch to your heart wasn’t enough.

Under no circumstances are you allowed to return to the House of Lamentation without permission.

Excuse you? Were you seriously just told that you weren’t allowed in your own house anymore? Sadly, yes, that seemed to be exactly what had just happened, and Lucifer isn’t the sort of person that you’d argue with about an order.

But come on, you hadn’t even gotten an explanation!

With no other choice, you turned your livid butt around and marched (read: stomped) over to your new home, ready to tell (read: rant to) your fellow exchange students of the injustices you had been served as of late. As if Lady Luck wanted to send an ‘F U’ herself, Solomon was the only one in Purgatory Hall when you arrived. Not the beautiful and benevolent Simeon, or Luke, who you thought of as an angelic younger brother, but Solomon, with a fox’s grin that was far too smug for your liking. And, unfortunately, the smugness only grew as you lamented about how abysmally bad your week had been thus far.

“Oh, y/n,” he said, a teasing coo woven into his tone. Your attention shifted from his incredibly interesting ceiling to his incredibly boring head that he was propping up on his desk with his incredibly boring hand. Solomon may be one of your best friends, but you’d be lying if you said he didn’t push your buttons all the damn time. “You’re so naive to the ways of the world.”

“Sorry I’m not a fancy pants magic bitch like you,” you grumbled with no real bite behind your words. Would you believe he then had the audacity to snicker at you? Because that’s exactly what he did. It took all of your strength plus a little extra from the Big Man Upstairs to not clock the white-haired menace into next week. “Solomon, explain to me what’s going on before I do something I won’t regret.”

Ever the fake pacifist, he raised his hands in mock surrender. “Alright, alright, no need for violence. And, really, it’s your own fault that you don’t know about demon ruts.”

Silence filled the room, leaving you to sit there and drown in it as Solomon seemingly decided the desk itself would make a much more comfortable seat than his chair. With just those few words he had managed to switch your brain from operating on Google Chrome to Internet Explorer, and what is the next thing he does? Perches on his desk like it was normal.

After some time passed with you buffering and Solomon preening as if he had just been graced by God, you finally managed to spit out, “You’ve got to be kidding me.”

More snickering. Try as you might, you couldn’t fight off the blush that had been steadily creeping onto your cheeks, so you instead gave in and decided to find out as much as you could. “You mean, right now, they’re at home—”

“Jacking themselves off on anything of yours that they can get their cummy little demon mitts on? Ding ding ding, you’ve guessed it! Honestly, I wouldn’t be surprised if they’ve been in your room already. Having a—” calculating eyes swept your form from head to toe before continuing irritatingly hesitantly, “presumably fertile female so close is akin to torture when they’re rutting, so what remains of your pheromones are probably the only thing they can smell at the moment.”

Taking the high road for once in your little gremlin life, you chose to ignore the ‘presumably fertile’ comment and remained focused on the topic at hand: the brothers were going through a demon rutting period. “That is so unbelievably disgusting and hot at the same time.”

So some of your inner gremlin slipped out, sue you.

Solomon sighed as if he expected nothing more from you, white strands of hair falling onto his face as he pressed it into the palms of his hands. “Leave it to you to be turned on by the suffering of others.”

“Shut it, Solomon, you know what I mean.” Heat flared across your cheeks at the insinuation. You may be many things, but a sadist was not one of them; Lucifer had that title locked down anyway. “Dammit. What do I do, Solomon? Lucifer texted me saying that I can’t go back, so does he really expect me to wear the same clothes for however many days it takes for their ruts to end?”

“Probably. He’s twisted like that. Ooh, what if he’s getting off to the idea that you’re—”

Before you had a chance to cut Solomon off from finishing a sentence that would have undoubtedly mortified you to no end, a series of rapid-fire buzzes from your phone did it for you. You had patted both yourself and the area around you on the bed down thoroughly only for Solomon to dangle your phone in the air. Warning bells sounded off in your head loud and clear the moment you noticed his cheeky grin.

“I think you should put this one on speaker.”

With a flick of his wrist, your phone sailed through the air and landed on the bed next to you after you failed to catch it. Ignoring Solomon’s snort, you flipped your phone over to see who was calling you. The name, along with everything you had just discussed with Solomon, caused your pulse to pound in your ears.

It was Mammon.

Panic ran through your veins like liquid lightning. Should you answer it? There could only be one reason why he would be calling if he was rutting. Warmth shot straight to your core. Deep down, you realize that if he was calling you to ask for help, you’d say yes. Solomon cleared his throat and gestured at your phone, reminding you to answer before you lost your chance. Without hesitation, you answered the call, switching to speakerphone with a pointed glare from the man across from you.

Within seconds, breathy groans rang out from the phone. Your face flushed as you spared a glance at Solomon, who had donned a shit-eating grin, before your attention snapped back to the phone upon hearing Mammon’s voice. “Where are ya, y/n?” he whined. “I need ya so bad.”

Your teeth caught your bottom lip between them. “Lucifer told me not to come back for now, so I’m at Purgatory Hall.”

A string of expletives exploded from the speaker, although they died down as quickly as they started. When Mammon addressed you again, the pleading tone to his voice was in no way subtle. “Please. . . Please come help me, y/n. I need ya.”

“Mammon, babe, are you rutting?” Your eyes widened in horror while Solomon snickered gleefully; the question had fallen out before you could really even think about it.

You weren’t given much time to worry over it, though, as Mammon answered in confirmation, “Yeah. And everythin’. . . Everythin’ fuckin’ HURTS. It hurts so bad, y/n, please.” Images of some of your succubi and incubi friends flashed through your head. It would probably be best that a demon helped him through his heat. If you helped, you’d likely get hurt. You had just begun to offer to call one of your friends when your words were cut short with a growl. “No, dammit! I only want you! Only you, ya hear me, y/n?”

A milky-white hand clamped firmly against his mouth was the only thing preventing Solomon from alerting Mammon to the fact that you were not the only human hearing him at that moment, and that hand was getting dangerously close to not being enough to save the two of you. The thought of how Mammon would react upon finding the two of you out sent a shiver down your back. You could NOT let that happen.

Executive authority coursed through you as you turned off the speakerphone and brought it up to your ear instead; a curling lick of satisfaction in your chest was the only thing Solomon’s huff of discontent managed to elicit. “Okay, Mammon, I’m on my way.”

A pleased groan answered your words, followed by a click. You blinked a few times, waiting to no avail for anything else— he had hung up on you. Although you’re not quite sure what you expected (some thanks would have been nice) you couldn’t help but to notice how your body seemed to be thrumming with anticipation.

“Oh, you’re on your way, are you? You DO realize that if you go to help one of them you’ll have to help ALL of them, right? So are you stupid? Is that it?” the whirlwind that was Solomon accused, white brows furrowed in total scorn. “And here I was, thinking that you were a creature of intelligence. Oh, how it pains me to be wrong.”

Already on your feet, you pocketed your phone and smoothed out your clothes, ready to head to the House of Lamentation at any moment. After concluding that you were presentable enough to go have a demon rip your clothes off your body— a matter that you had grown incredibly serious about in a somewhat suspiciously short amount of time, as if the thought of being ravaged by the brothers had crossed your mind before— you turned to address the snarky sorcerer in the room. “You heard him, Solomon. He’s in serious pain right now, and he wasn’t going to accept anyone else’s help getting through it.”

“That’s a bullshit excuse and you know it,” he said in exasperation. “He’s a DEMON. He’d say whatever he needed to in order to get you there!”

Arguing with him was clearly going to get you nowhere. Instead, you stared down Solomon, daring him to continue trying to change your mind. It was a battle of the minds, and luckily for you, you happened to be one of the most bull-headed humans to ever grace the earth. After what couldn’t have been more than a few minutes, Solomon relented with a burdened groan.

“Fine, just let me cast a spell on you so you aren’t impregnated and obliterated, for the love of God.” His eyes searched yours imploringly. If you didn’t know any better you’d almost think that he was worried about you, but that would be a ridiculous idea. Still, you agreed, to which he let out a breath of relief.

Without wasting any time he crossed the room and took your hands in his own. Low mutterings in a language you didn’t recognize left his mouth, so you focused on the feeling of his hands; they were surprisingly soft and a bit bigger than you had previously thought.

A faint warmth and a corresponding tingling sensation started at your fingertips and soon encased your entire body, the tingling somehow reassuring as it raised goosebumps to the surface of your skin. Your eyes flitted up to Solomon’s questioningly, only for them to widen in shock— his eyes had gone entirely white and were glowing. Just as you were about to admit that his magic was actually pretty cool, it stopped.

The warmth and tingling disappeared, and Solomon’s eyes blinked back to normal. The only effect of the magic that you could feel was a particular humming sensation in your lower abdomen. That, and you felt like you could take on Diavolo himself and win, but that wasn’t a new feeling; an uncommon one, sure, but definitely not new.

Satisfied with his work, Solomon staggered a few steps backward before flopping onto his bed. “You should be good to go.” He propped himself up on his elbows, fixing you with a squinted stare. “You’re lucky I enjoy our banter, y/n. Can’t let you go and get yourself fucked to death, now can I?”

“God, don’t phrase it like that,” you said in a strangled voice, to which Solomon cackled and dropped onto his back once again. Just when you thought the two of you might have grown closer, he had to go and say something as mortifying as that. With renewed vigor, you scurry out of the room.

Solomon’s silvery voice echoed through the open door behind you. “Like what, the truth?”

He just managed to catch your snort before you walked out of earshot, leaving the sorcerer sprawled out on his bed, his chest heaving in deep breaths of air. The spell he had cast on you had taken quite a bit out of him. Now, he struggled to even keep his eyes open as waves of sleep crashed over him.

Would it normally take this much energy to prepare a human body for a demon rut? He supposed not, although it wasn’t exactly something he did except on the rare occasion, but he knew beyond a shadow of a doubt that you wouldn’t just be dealing with one demon. There was something else, too. Something he couldn’t quite put his finger on.

Ah, well, it was sure to come to him after he had rested up again. The comforting blanket of sleep settled over him, as well as his own blankets after he slipped under their covers. Right before he entered dreamland, the vision of a glowing pact mark appeared in his mind. His eyebrows knitted together; was this a premonition?

However, the mark was soon swallowed up by the foggy mist of his mind, and Solomon drifted off to sleep.

x x x x x

Never before had you gotten to the House of Lamentation faster than you did today. Just going home wasn’t nearly the same level of motivation as going to get some demon dick, so you hauled ass in record time, weaving in and out of random pedestrians you encountered that were walking the paths around the Devildom. Your friends really were right: you had no hope of making it into heaven. The worst part is, they had no clue whatsoever how true that statement was.

You came to a halt in front of the dorm you had recently come to call home, your hands on your knees as you struggled to regain your breath. It took everything you had not to just collapse into a weary heap on the front steps, but the promise of what was to come was enough to keep you going. Instead, you took a minute to steady your breathing before climbing the steps and slipping into the house. Technically, Lucifer had forbidden you from coming home, so it would probably be best to not alert him to your unwanted presence.

Thankfully, you had plenty of practice tip-toeing around from all of the times you’d snuck out with Asmo to go clubbing. Lucifer would never know you were there.

As you snuck past the kitchen toward the hallway of bedrooms, the sound of the tap turning on freeze you in your tracks. With your heart in your throat, you slowly twisted your head toward the direction of the sound, hoping from the bottom of your sin-stained heart that the person responsible wasn’t who you thought it was.

There, his bare back hunched over the sink with a glass of water clenched tightly in his degloved hand, stood Lucifer. Although the mere presence of the man had you rattled, what he was wearing— or rather, what he WASN’T wearing— made you even more so. He had donned a pair of baggy grey sweatpants that rested low on his hips and had lost the rest, leaving little to be imagined. Little to be imagined of HIM, that is— the sight sparked plenty of thoughts on your part.

The temptation to slink away to Mammon before you were discovered was great, but the temptation of marveling this new side of Lucifer was greater; you steeled yourself and moved toward him.

His rut seemed to have taken quite the toll on him already, as his usually well-kept hair was now disheveled and somewhat damp as if he had just recently gotten out of the shower. A shiver ran down your spine as the image of Lucifer in his shower was plastered to the forefront of your mind. With much thanks to your abysmally short attention span, the thought was easily discarded when you noticed that his muscles rippled along his back with each movement he took: emptying his glass; placing it back down on the counter; pushing his hair back.

Even as he turned around and realized someone had joined him in the kitchen, you couldn’t find it in yourself to run for cover. Maybe you’d screwed up your survival instincts at some point?

“y/n?” Lucifer croaked, his gaze predatory as it raked down your form. Something akin to a harrowed smirk cracked across his face when you shivered at the intensity radiating off of him, yet it was soon replaced with a pained grimace. His hands clenched the edge of the counter behind him so tightly that his knuckles were white as he ripped his gaze away from you. “I believe I explicitly told you not to return here until you received further instruction. You disobeyed me.”

You’d be lying if you said that the commanding growl in his words didn’t turn you on. Hell, if anyone told YOU that you’d just laugh in their face because damn if that wasn’t the sexiest thing you’d ever heard. Not to mention the electrifying effect it had on your body; it was as if every fiber of your being was on edge right now, acutely aware of every single thing that Lucifer said or did.

You found yourself longing to press your body up onto his, to entangle your hands in his already messy hair and mesh your lips together while you hook one of your legs around his waist to keep him close as he slams you up against the counter—

The purposeful clearing of his throat snapped you out of your imagination. It’s odd for you to have become so withdrawn from reality, but you just chalked it up to it being a side effect from whatever spell Solomon had cast on you. Anyway, Lucifer had asked you a question, and while it may not have been the smartest decision in the long run, you were in no mental state to be pulling lies out of your ass. “Mammon asked me to come over and help him.”

“Oh really? So you’ve discovered our dirty little secret, but still came?” he hummed in thought, more to himself than to you. Some switch must have flipped in him as he had gone from very obviously holding himself back to slowly stalking toward you with a wolfish glint in his eyes. It was at that moment that your survival instincts kicked in and you took two small steps back for every one Lucifer took forward. Sadly, you seemed to have walked further into the kitchen than you had originally thought you did and soon found yourself pressed along the center table with nowhere else to run from the demon in front of you.

A pink tongue darted out from his mouth, wetting the bottom lip that it dragged along. Lucifer had you right where he wanted you. It took a total of three steps for him to close the gap between you two, his arms resting on either side of you to cage you in. Desire flickered in his half-lidded eyes as he stared you down. “Do you have any idea how dangerous it is for you to be here?”

You hummed in response, too fixated on how alluring his slightly-parted, flushed lips looked. Due to your intense focus on said lips, you didn’t miss how the corners of his mouth quirked up before he leaned forward and out of your sight. Your breath caught in your throat as his heated breath fanned out across your neck while he spoke. “You’re lucky that you ran into myself and not one of my brothers. Unlike them,” his hips met yours and instantly began to slowly roll, “I can control myself.”

The hardness of his length and the waver in his tone seemed to suggest otherwise.

A devious thought pushed itself to the forefront of your mind, one that you were all too willing to go along with. One of your hands ghosted down his chest, your nails lightly scratching his pale skin while the other snaked upward and caressed his cheek. Lucifer shuddered into your touch and bit back a quiet groan, his hips grinding against yours with a tad more urgency.

“What happened to being able to control yourself?” you asked breathily. With any luck, you’d be able to get his self-control to snap and he’d take you right then and there. Your thighs tensed slightly as heat shot to your core at the thought.

Then he pulled away and your entire mastermind plan came crashing down.

Lucifer stumbled backward, fingers pinching his nose tightly shut as he glared holes into the ground. Wait, do you smell or something? You could’ve sworn you had put deodorant on that morning. A discreet sniff of yourself reassured you that you did not stink, so why the abrupt stop?

“I believe that you should find Mammon in your room.” He staggered backward with urgency; so much so that he would have clipped his side on the counter had you not warned him. Pink dusted his cheeks for a moment as he cleared his throat, clearly embarrassed from not noticing the counter. Your bemusement was cut short, however, when he fixed you with a piercing look that sent shivers down your back. “I expect to see you in my room once you are finished.”

Unable to stop yourself, you quipped back, “I’ll think about it.”

“By all means, do,” he purred, red eyes narrowing into seductive slits. Even as he backed out of the room, sweat beads beginning to glisten on his forehead, he somehow still made you want to do nothing more than hand yourself over to him completely. “But let me assure you that the actual thing will be so much more enjoyable than whatever you end up imagining.”

With that, he was gone, and you were left with nothing but yourself and your newfound neediness. You had half a mind to chase after the first-born, but the other half of your mind was insisting that you go to Mammon, as he was the one who had called you in the first place. With a small sigh, you headed off down the hallway toward your room. It was a short walk, as per usual, but the anticipation that had once again began to swirl in your stomach lengthened it a good bit.

What, exactly, did helping a demon through their rut entail? You assumed that they needed help finishing, but was that it? Of course, you’d help the brothers out with anything, ESPECIALLY if they were in pain because of it, but it was a little unnerving not knowing exactly what you had gotten yourself into. Thank God that Solomon had been there to help cast a spell on you (which you still had no clue what it did, but you trusted him enough to believe that you’d be fine) because, now that you’ve had some more time to think about it, there was no way you’d be able to walk away from this little excursion of yours unscathed.

You hesitated outside of your partially opened door for just a moment before stepping inside and locking the door behind you. As you turned around to once again face the rest of your room, quiet huffing and groaning alerted you of the demon in the room with you.

The sight that blessed your eyes ignited a white-hot fire in your core.

Mammon was sprawled out buck-naked on your bed, your sheets and comforter rumpled enough to lead you to assume that he had been wriggling around on them for a while. As a surprise to no one, your eyes immediately zeroed in on his hand— namely, how said hand was loosely wrapped around his length and lightly jerking it. His caramel skin glistened under a sheen layer of sweat from his exertions, and his head was tipped back against your pillow as he chased a semblance of relief.

You mindlessly take a few steps toward the sight. Had he not noticed you were in the room yet? Considering how tightly his eyes were screwed shut and how his breathing was getting progressively louder, it wasn’t impossible.

“Mammon?” you called out hesitantly, unsure if you should be interrupting or not. Although, he had called you specifically to help him with this exact thing, so maybe you were worrying about nothing.

His eyes snapped wide open the moment his name came out of your mouth; he really hadn’t heard you enter then. A shuddering inhale shook his form for a moment before he pushed himself up to a seated position and said in disbelief, “You really came.”

As if you could ignore his phone call. You rolled your eyes as you finished closing the gap between the two of you, your hands lifting to cup Mammon’s warm cheeks. “I said I would, didn’t I?” Unintelligible mumbling followed that you silenced by pressing your thumb against his lips. “What do you want me to do?”

Without a word, Mammon’s hands gripped your waist and guided you onto his lap, your knees on either side of him. His hot mouth instantly found your neck, the feeling of his hasty kisses and the occasional nip stealing your breath away. Not staying in one place too long, the kisses quickly trailed their way down toward your collarbone, only for the fabric of your shirt to get in the way. Aside from his annoyed grumbling, Mammon didn’t make any comments about it and simply tugged at your shirt, wordlessly asking you to take it off.

Of course you complied (because why would you not?) and freed yourself from the now-restrictive fabric. No sooner had you wriggled out of your top than had Mammon’s hands begun to roam all over your body, almost as if he was attempting to commit your form to memory.

Everywhere his hands went brought a tingling sensation to your skin. Eventually, one dipped low enough to fiddle with the band of your shorts, although it didn’t go any farther than that. As great as the makeout session was, a growing firmness pressing along the inside of your thigh and the unsteadiness of his touch reminded you of exactly why you were called in the first place.

“Mammon,” you tried, but your words fell on deaf ears as Mammon was too lost in the feeling and taste and touch of you to even register that you had spoken. Fog rolled across your mind as he found a particularly sensitive spot and capitalized on it, teeth gently scraping against the skin which was immediately followed by a soothing swipe of his tongue. Still, you found it somewhere within you to try again. “Mammon, wait.”

“Hm?” His lips buzzed pleasantly against your neck, eyes turning up toward your own.

Your stomach flipped at the sheer want pooling in their golden ichor. “I’m here to help you with your rut, but right now I feel more like we’re focusing on me.”

“Of course I’m focusin’ on you,” he harrumphed, a look of embarrassment shading his features. “You’re a human! There’s no way you’d be able to jump right on in without gettin’ hurt, so I’m… I’m tryin’ to warm you up a bit.”

You chuckled, running a hand through his hair reassuringly. “That’s awful sweet of you, babe, but I’m seriously fine. Solomon hooked me up with some magic before I came over, so I’m all set.”

His grip on your hips tightened at the mention of the sorcerer, but he didn’t say anything about it. Instead, his hands jumped from your hips to your shoulders, flipping you onto the bed with Mammon positioned between your legs. You’d never noticed it before, but his canines were slightly more pointed than a human’s; they’re all you focused on when a smirk crept onto his features. “You should’ve said somethin’ sooner.”

If before had been the warm-up, then the main event was the warm-up times ten. Your mouths crashed together, and you found yourself fighting to stay caught up with Mammon’s urgent pace. The bed creaked underneath the two of you as Mammon rushed to get the rest of your clothes off. It was impressive how he managed to slide off your shorts without breaking away from you, but you weren’t allowed to dwell on that thought for very long at all.

“You’re sure about this?” His breathless question warmed your heart. Even now, as his legs trembled with the discomfort he was surely in and his gaze grew hazy, he had the decency to make sure that you were sure. You hadn’t faltered from your original commitment once, but now you were certain you had made the right choice.

A cheeky grin split across your face. “I’ve never been more sure about something in my life.”

No sooner had you gotten the words out than had Mammon’s cock shoved its way through your entrance, his hips pressing flush against your own. The burning feeling of your walls stretching to take him in so suddenly proved too much to handle, your body arching into his own as a gasping whine tore from your lips.

For a moment— just a moment— he stilled, allowing you to adjust to his size. One of his hands hooked underneath your knee and pulled it closer to your side so he could get a better angle. A shot of pleasure ran through you as the repositioning briefly caused your muscles clenched around him. Seeing the shudder rack your form, Mammon rolled his hips into yours. Your head tipped back at the feeling of his swollen length dragging against your walls, and he wasted no time in leaving blossoms of orchid and rouge along the now-exposed column of your neck.

As your eyes rolled back at the feeling, you missed how he shifted above you, gripping the head of your headboard with his other hand for support. You didn’t miss how his hips pulled back and thrust up into you, nor did you miss how each thrust following that was just as strong.

Unrestrained sounds fell from your open mouth as Mammon launched into an aggressive pace that left you scrabbling for purchase on his shoulders or back so you wouldn’t hit your headboard. The moment your hands bumped into something protruding from his back, your eyes flew open to search for what exactly you had just touched.

At some point, Mammon must have shifted to his demon form, as his wings were currently curling over the two of you almost like some sort of shield. Your legs squeezed together at the sight, allowing Mammon’s next thrusts to find your g-spot.

“Fuck, Ma-Mammon,” you cursed, the demon on top of you growling lowly as he buried his face in the crook of your neck.

“You’re so tight,” he groaned before pressing a firm kiss along your jaw. “You’re doin’ so good for me, y/n.”

You answered with a keening moan, as you were sure that you wouldn’t be able to articulate any more actual words— not while Mammon kept plowing into you at this speed, anyway. Tension coiled tightly in your abdomen, each thrust drawing you closer and closer to your peak. You couldn’t tell how close Mammon was, but with as ragged as his panting was growing, you assumed he wasn’t all that far behind you.

With every passing moment, your body grew more and more flush with heat and your moans increased in volume, which Mammon encouraged with more whispered praise. One particularly strong smack of his hips against yours triggered the release of a loud whine from your throat, and you were sure you wouldn’t be able to last much longer. “Just like that, sweetheart.” His lips brushed tantalizingly against your ear, making sure that you heard him over yourself. “Let ‘em all know who’s makin’ you feel this good.”

A few more solid thrusts were all it took to make you unravel, your toes curling and your body arching into Mammon at the utter bliss engulfing you entirely.

“Mammon!” you wailed, all other words escaping you as stars danced behind your eyes. Your walls clenching down on him pushed Mammon over the edge as well, his hips stuttering before pressing as deep inside of you as he could, release spilling into your throbbing core. A groan tumbled from his lips as his teeth sunk into the crook of your neck, the sharp stinging drawing a soft whine from yourself.

After a few moments of deepening his mark, Mammon flopped onto his back and rolled you on top of him, his arms wrapping tightly around your body to gently hold you against him. The bliss from orgasming was now wearing off and was being replaced with exhaustion. Tension seeped out of you in waves as you relaxed against Mammon’s heaving chest, his skin cool against your warm cheek.

Laughter soon met your ears, and the shaking body beneath you made it pretty obvious who it was coming from. Drowsily, you pushed yourself up to a sitting position and let Mammon slip himself out of you while you threw an inquisitive look his way. The eyes that met your own were no longer ones of a demon in rut, but ones filled with total admiration. “What are you laughing about?”

“You,” he answered simply, tucking a loose strand of hair behind your ear while his other hand rested loosely on your bare hip.

Your heart fluttered at that, but you played it off with a small smile and a tiny slap against his chest. “Why are you being so cheesy?”

He said nothing, only answering with another laugh as he leaned forward to pepper your face with soft kisses. His laughter turned out to be infectious as you, too, began to laugh, leaving the two of you giggling into each others’ mouths before he pulled away, resting his forehead against your own. “I’m just so happy you actually came, y/n.”

“Me too, I was starting to get worried there for a bit,” you snarked, the teasing lilt evident in your tone. Mammon scoffed at playfully rolled his eyes, wrapping his arms tightly around your waist as the corner of his mouth tugged up in a smirk.

“Sure fooled me. You sure sounded like you were enjoying yourself.” Now it was your turn to fake being offended; you gasped indignantly before turning your head away in a fake pout.

“With this much disrespect, maybe I’ll just show myself out.”

“Woah there, let’s not be too hasty.” A thumb and forefinger grip your chin and turn your head back toward Mammon, who had a peculiar twinkle in his eye. It was something warm and knowing and light, but you just couldn’t put your finger on it. The odd look didn’t leave when he pulled you against his chest for what felt like the hundredth time that day, nor did it leave when you tangled yourselves up in the other while you cuddled, just taking time to soak the other in.

Eventually, Mammon gave himself over to sleep, his light snores rumbling softly against the side of your neck as he unconsciously wriggled himself impossibly closer into you. You were just about to as well until two short sets of buzzes caught your attention.

Twisting around carefully in Mammon’s arms, you were just able to see your D.D.D. flicking off again after receiving the messages. Luckily, your shorts had ended up getting thrown onto your nightstand, so it wasn’t too much of a challenge to snag your D.D.D. from your back pocket without waking up the sleeping demon latched on to you.

Flicking it open, you saw that the messages had come from Levi.

come over please. I know your with mammon right now

I need help too y/n, please

You cast a glance over your shoulder at the said demon, guilt gnawing at your heart as memories resurfaced of how sweet he had been earlier; however, those memories were soon replaced with ones of Lucifer, disheveled and leaning into your touch, and of Solomon, warning you that you’d end up helping all of the brothers out. With a sigh, you tapped a quick reply to Levi that you were on your way and eased yourself out of Mammon’s arms.

As you got to your feet, you were surprised to find that you weren’t sore in the slightest, despite how rough Mammon had been. Solomon’s magic really was no joke. It didn’t take you long to slip back into your clothes (granted, you didn’t bother putting your bra and underwear back on because you’d just be taking them off again) and you soon found yourself staring down at Mammon.

You were still guilty about running off to go fuck his younger brother while he was sleeping, but at the same time, you’d feel even more guilty about only helping one brother and leaving the other six to deal with their ruts by themselves. Worrying your bottom lip between your teeth for a moment, you finally steel yourself and commit to your decision, pressing a chaste kiss to his forehead before turning around and marching yourself straight out of your door. You don’t look back, because you know that if you do, the rest of the brothers would end up suffering through their ruts alone.

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sokkisky · 3 years

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~please bunny come back to me~

Want to make a request?: https://forms.gle/NyZgUcqkCPzHRvVn6

Ghost School RP Discord: https://discord.gg/5mschvebTn

Rating: SFW (Angst to Fluff)

Pairing: Tamaki Amajiki x Pro Hero Y/N

Warnings: Serious injury, arguing (tense words)

A/N: Hi you beautiful milky buds! How are you doing? I’m so grateful to have each and every single one of you. I have been getting so many questions lately and here requests are ALWAYS open. I do post DAILY. Just to clear some things up.

If you have a million ideas you want me to write, create a million requests I really don’t mind. Not to mention if you want a request for another anime, go for it! If I don’t write for that anime I will tell you. You’ll have the most luck with these to name a few

~MHA/BNHA

~Fairy Tail

~Haikyu!

~Blue Exorcist

To name a few. If you want to ask about another feel free to ask me! Today’s request reads like this.

Hi! Its me @megustaitachi again lol. I LOVED the request I asked you a few days ago, you wrote it SO SOFT AHH PRECIOUS😭💓. I want to ask you a question, if you don't mind I'll be here making request of my favs characters hehe, is there's a name we can call you? Obviously if you feel comfortable, I would like to know, thanks! *Now the real request* Can I request an scenario or a series*if u want* when Pro Hero Tamaki and his Pro Hero s/o have a fight and the next day y/n have a fight with a villain and they fell like in coma and Tamaki is sad because they didn't apologize for the fight but then y/n wakes up and they apologized and end up cuddling. <3 *yes, I love angst that ends in cuddles ⊂(・﹏・⊂)* Thanks! <3

<3 I said it last time and I'll say it again, I LOVE YOUR WORK KWHWOW💓🙌🏼

Thank you, thank you so much for this request! It’s so angsty ah my poor bby tama. Also you can call me Sokki! Sok, Milky, are a few of my nicknames too so I don’t mind if you call me those either.

I’m thinking I might make part two of this but I am not sure either. If you want one tell me though!

I love love love LOVE you guys and please please remember to take care of yourselves, be kind to yourself and treat yo self! You are worth it all, don’t ever forget how special and important you are! Now I don’t want to keep you waiting for too long, I hope this meets your expectations. Enjoy!

Part Two

“You shouldn’t have done that!”

You sat on the couch, your head in your hands as Tamaki frantically paced in front of you. You knew he was just upset, just worried, but there was no way you could’ve predicted the villain’s next move. You didn’t know that moving to the spot that you did would put you in danger.

“Tamaki I know I messed up! Let it go!” you finally shouted back. Your head rising from your hands. Tamaki stopped pacing and turned to look at you.

“Let it go?” he asked, his voice rising. “You nearly got yourself killed, like you were trying to hurt yourself.” he said, his voice shaky. He hated arguing with you. He hated it so much. He wanted to sit down and cuddle you, forget this ever happened but you could’ve gotten hurt!

“Oh I wanted to get hurt?” you said back in frustration, becoming a bit outraged. Tamaki nodded as both of your phones rang. You answered with a frustrated sigh.

Another villain was on the loose and they needed the two of you.

Being a pro hero dating a pro hero was hard, but being a pro hero fighting your pro hero significant other and then having to fight with them is different. You sighed, turning to Tamaki heading towards the door. He followed behind you.

“Are you gonna hurt yourself again this time?” he asked, annoyed slightly. You ran out in front of him, Tamaki following behind as you ran to the crime scene. “Watch out I just might, then you won’t have such an incompetent partner huh Tama?” you said sarcastically. Tamaki sighed.

“Wouldn’t that be nice” he murmured to himself. You almost stopped running and he could feel the regret sink in about what he said. You turned to him, opening your mouth to say something, but you ended up just shaking your head and continuing to run to the crime scene.

~~~

All you hear was Tamaki shouting out to you, “Bunny watch out!” as you shielded an innocent bystander before you were engulfed in a ball of blue flame, the fire exploded into a terrible blue explosion.

Your world went dark and you felt like you were in a void. You could feel rustling beneath you, you saved someone’s life, but at what cost? You fell back, feeling your back hit the paved road. Your eyes couldn’t open, they were closed. Your mouth, your lungs, gasping for air as you felt yourself slip. You heard voices,

‘Bunny! Bunny!’

You could faintly feel something on your shoulders. But then it all faded, diminishing into darkness.

~~~

Tamaki wandered the streets a bouquet of roses in his hand. Today was supposed to be your anniversary together. He walked, the rain beginning to lightly dribble down, his tears falling down his cheeks. He missed you, dearly, and he couldn’t get those horrible things he said to you out of his head.

2 months passed by now and Tamaki was doing mediocre hero work. Every day he’d look at your costume and hold it close to him, crying alone in your lonely apartment. The apartment the two of you shared.

He wanted everything of yourself. He kept it around the house, sometimes he’d go through your clothes, trying to see if any scent of you still lingered behind. He'd eat your favorite snacks and watch the shows and movies you’d like. Your apartment walls were covered in pictures of you, your Pro Hero merch was everywhere. Anyone would think he’d be a crazed super fan but he was just in pain. He wanted nothing more than to hold you and apologize over and over again.

But he couldn’t.

His alarm went off on his phone and he quickly grabbed his jacket and threw on his shoes, rushing out of the apartment.

~~~

“Welcome back Tamaki.” the brown haired lady said. She clicked her fingers along her keyboard as she sat behind the desk of the hospital. “You know the way, and you’re here just on time. Visiting hours have started so go on ahead.” she said, giving him a small smile.

Tamaki nodded and made his way through the hospital to the ICU.

He made his way to your room, opening the door. You were hooked up to dozens of machines and monitors, many lines moving into your arms and chest. Tamaki was here every day he could be, but it didn’t get any easier. He realized he forgot the roses at home but it didn’t matter much. He pulled up a seat, sitting beside you like he normally did.

He rubbed your forehead and cheeks gently, tears rolling down his eyes. He felt the emotions bubble in him all over again and his head plopped down on your chest, his hands beside his head. He sobbed uncontrollably. His body shook as the blankets muffled his cries. The room had been changed for you, what with all of the plush blankets, soft pillows, plushies, and clothes he brought here for you. He brought you a switch even though you couldn’t play it. He bought a mini fridge and snack basket so he could fill them when you woke up.

But you weren’t waking up.

The pain in him was almost unbearable. His muffled apologies filled the otherwise quiet room. He couldn’t help it, not able to ever hold it in when he was next to you.

But then he stopped.

He could only feel it slightly but he sat up, his eyes going wide as he stared right into yours. He was frozen in place, was he dreaming? Your beautiful eyes were staring back at him. Tamaki remembered what the doctors told him what would’ve happened when you woke up. You’d be confused, not sure who he was or what was going on. Tamaki quickly rushed up and hit the button requesting a doctor. He sat back next to you holding your hand.

Your finger moved again.

You were back to him, and he wouldn’t let you go again.

To be continued...

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kpoppwriter · 3 years

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Dinner Party

❧ Anon asked: Hello! I see that ur request are finally open🥳May I please request a Jaebeom boyfriend au smut with sub reader scenario? If you can make it a kind of long scenario that’d be amazing🥺 please and thank u! <3

❧ Genre: smut

❧ Words: 1.3k+

❧ Warnings: this is fem!reader, daddy kink, slight manhandling, oral (f), hickies, orgasm denial

❧ Synopsis: A dinner party sounded great in theory but you needed to be at home with Jaebeom after the stunt he pulled.

❧ A/N: I’ve been very much in my Jaebeom feels recently and I was saving this requests for when I was really feeling it...if ya can’t tell, I’m really feeling it

~※ Main Masterlist ※~

You smoothed out the fabric of your dress, pulling down the skirt so it was covering your body a little bit better. You nodded to yourself in the mirror, happy with the way you looked. You grabbed your purse off the bed and headed out into the living room. Jaebeom was putting on his shoes when he noticed you had walked into the room.

“You ready to...”

His words trailed off as he saw your outfit. His eyes raked over your body coming back up to lock eyes with you.

“What?” you asked, “Too much?”

“No, not at all.”

Jaebeom stood up and walked over to you. He kept walking, making you back up until your back hit the wall. One of his hands snaked around your waist as his face moved closer and closer to yours. You giggled when you felt his lips brushing against yours. He pulled you close when his lips finally connected with yours. Your hands tangled in his hair urging him on even more. His lips trailed down your neck, his mouth kissing and nipping at your skin.

“Jae, what about the dinner?” you breathed

“Mmm, I’d much rather stay here with you,” he hummed, “But I guess I do have to make an appearance.”

“Then you should get your lips off me,” you giggled

Jaebeom reluctantly pulled away from you. He stared at you with lust filled eyes for a moment before heading towards the door. You smirked to yourself as you followed after him, watching him fix his hair as he left the apartment.

The dinner was rather...boring. You wished you and Jaebeom had stayed home. You were happy to see some of the boys who had decided to join Jaebeom in representing GOT7 at the company dinner. They made the night a little more entertaining. You were also quite a fan of the looks you were getting from the other people at the dinner. you guess you picked a pretty good outfit. You could tell the compliments and the stares you were getting were starting to get on Jaebeom’s nerves. He was more than happy when you all sat down for dinner.

You wished you were at home though. He really got you going before you left for this event. Your mind kept replaying the way his lips felt on your neck and how his hands held you tightly, trapping you to the wall. You wanted more. You wanted that again right then and there. Obviously, you couldn’t get that in your current situation but maybe you. could convince him to go home early.

You sat beside Jaebeom, picking at the food on your plate. You looked over at Jaebeom. He was listening in on a conversation while eating. Seems like a perfect time to put your plan into action.

You placed your hand on his thigh, your finger lightly stroking the fabric of his dress slacks. He continued eating not even sparing you a glance. Seeing that he wasn’t going to budge that easily, you started moving your hand further up his thigh. Just as you were about to reach the apex of his thigh, his hand grabbed yours. He finally turned to look at you.

“What’re you doing?” he asked quietly

“Hm? I’m just eating like you are,” you said innocently

“I see what you’re doing,” he scoffed, “Stop it. We’re at dinner.”

“But I can’t help it,” you pouted

You grabbed onto his arm, holding it close to your chest. You buried your face in the crook of his neck, your lips pecking his skin.

“You got me all excited earlier,” you whined into his ear, “And now I can’t stop thinking about you, Daddy.”

You knew if you pulled out his favorite title, that’d be the real cherry on top. And it seemed to work. Jaebeom let out a small groan barely audible to anyone but the two of you. He was quiet for a while, just mulling things over in his head. Finally, he got up from his chair, ushering you to do the same. He said a quick goodbye to everyone, claiming you weren’t feeling very well and had to head home early. The two of you quickly escaped the dining room and headed for your car.

Jaebeom pushed you up against the wall, barely closing the front door behind him. His lips were immediately on yours. His hands grabbed your hips and kept you trapped against the wall. His feverish kisses made you dizzy with lust. You wanted to be consumed by him. Your fingers fumbled with the buttons of his shirt. You needed to feel him. When you finally got his shirt open, your hands ran over his skin, your nails slightly scratching his skin. He groaned into your mouth, his teeth coming down to nip at your bottom lip. His hand snaked under your dress and stopped at your clothed core. He rubbed small circles making bolts of pleasure shoot up your body.

“You’re so insatiable,” he growled into your ear, “You couldn’t even wait to get home.”

“It’s..It’s your fault for getting me excited,” you panted

“I’d watch your mouth if I were you,” he grabbed your jaw and lifted your head up to give him more access to your neck, “I’m already going to punish you for being a brat at dinner. Don’t make it worse for yourself.”

You wanted to protest but his hand slipped past the waistband of your underwear and continued to rub circles around your clit. You gasped, grabbing onto Jaebeom’s arms to keep you steady. You felt yourself melting under his touch. And he knew this.

He removed his hand from your underwear, much to your dismay, and pulled you off to the bedroom. He didn’t even bother closing the bedroom door, his mid too focused on other things at the moment. His lips found your neck again, his mouth leaving a smattering of red and purple marks on your skin. His hands fiddled with the zipper of your dress. He unzipped it and practically tore the fabric off your body. You helped him discard his own clothes, leaving the two of you in your underwear. He pushed you onto the bed and moved to hover over you. His lips traveled down your body making you shiver.

“Jaebeom,” you whined

You yelped when Jaebeom slapped the side of your thigh. His eyes locked with yours and you gulped when you saw the darkness in his eyes.

“That’s not my name, kitten.”

“I-I’m sorry, Daddy,” you stuttered

“Good girl.”

His lips moved further and further down until he was just above the waistband of your underwear. He looked up at you as he slid your underwear off your body slowly. You groaned, his slight teasing getting to be too much. Jaebeom wasted no time getting in between your legs and devouring your core. His tongue expertly lapped at your clit, stopping to suck on the nub from time to time. You grabbed onto his hair as your hips ground against his face. He stopped briefly to pin your arms to the bed before going back to his ministrations. You grasped onto the sheets beneath you as you felt that familiar heat building up in your abdomen. He let go of one of your wrists, his thumb coming to rub at your clit as his tongue lapped at your entrance occasionally slipping past your entrance.

“Daddy please don’t stop!” you moaned, “I’m gonna cum!”

Your thighs trembled as your impending orgasm built up further. Your back arched as you felt yourself about to cum but just as you were about to get the satisfaction of your climax, Jaebeom pulled back. His thumb still lazily circled your clit but it wasn’t enough to push you over the edge. You couldn’t help the whine that escaped your mouth, clearly upset by Jaebeom’s actions.

“I told you I was going to punish you.”

“But you didn’t say it would be like this!” you pouted

“If you’d waited until the dinner was over, you could’ve been cumming over and over, sweetheart.”

You attempted to retreat away from Jaebeom but his arms grabbed your thighs and brought you back towards him. He looked up at you, his mouth and chin still glistening with your arousal.

“I didn’t say I was done.”

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uglypastels · 3 years

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could u write a billy smut please😭 u can pick the plot I don’t have any ideas but I feel like a lowkey smut like leo and beas but like without skipping the smut part would be cute

this is just a reminder to me that i suck at writing smut lmao I'm sorry

Characters are 18+ and so should be the one reading this. thank you <3 ________________________________________

“What do you think the rest is up to now?” you asked Billy while staring out ahead at the ceiling. He had been too but looked over at you when you had asked the question. The past several minutes you had spent in complete silence, just enjoying each other’s presence, curled up next to each other in bed.

“They’re probably out in the library looking for some evidence.” He shrugged, not really thinking much of it, but he noticed that it might not have been the right response at the sound of your deep sigh. “What’s wrong?” he asked.

“I’m sorry you’re stuck here with me, while you could have been out there doing all the heroic stuff.”

“You really think I’d prefer to sit in a dusty old library overlooking out for my favourite girl?” He brushed some hair out of your face. You changed your focus from the crooked wooden beams that made up the ceiling, to look into his eyes. You couldn’t help but smile looking into them.

“How are you feeling?” He asked again, and you answered by pulling up your blanket from over your leg. The bruising was nearly faded but you knew you wouldn’t be able to walk properly just yet. A week ago you had fallen nastily on your ankle and it had swollen for a bit, putting you in a position where you could barely leave your bed. Billy hadn’t even hesitated to be the one to care for you. He actually jumped at the opportunity to be able to spend some time with you.

“It feels better, doesn’t hurt anymore when I move it,” you showed him how you moved your ankle from one side to the other.

“You think you can walk?”

“Probably not,” you chuckled, since there was no point in being sad about it. With Billy being there with you, it wasn’t all that bad. Quite pleasant actually. He made you forget how much anything hurt.

“Mhm, well we’ll get you better, don’t worry, love,” he said before kissing your forehead. You moved in closer to him, so close that you could hear the beating of his heart, and he didn’t miss a beat by embracing you in his arms. You sat there for another moment before you looked up and kissed him. There was not much thought behind it, besides the one that said that you just wanted to kiss him.

And he clearly wanted it too. His lips met yours perfectly. And the kiss only deepened the longer it went on. His hand, once cupping your cheek, had now moved over to your hip, holding you tightly, and helping you lay down on the bed.

His body hovered over yours, as he attended to every inch of you. You could feel that heat rising in your abdomen, firing up all your senses, needing more.

“Billy,” you moaned out as you felt him kiss your neck. He hummed to your reaction, to which you replied in turn with. “More, please.” And he didn’t need to hear that twice.

With more kisses, you felt closer than you could ever imagine. And it felt so good. So right. Like there was nothing else in the world besides you and him.

"Fuck," he had unbuckled his belt by this point and quickly scurried out of his trousers. In that time, you pulled your shirt over your head and when the material hit the ground, you were met with Billy's eyes, looking at you with complete adoration.

"You look so beautiful."

"You don't look too bad yourself," you couldn't help but smile as he brought you closer to him again. His cold hands moved down to push down your trousers, and the trail of goosebumps on your skin followed his gentle touch.

A whimper trembled from between your lips as you could feel his fingers near that spot where you could feel your need for him pooling between your legs. You squeezed your legs over his hand, to which he smiled kissing your neck.

"Relax," he knew full well what he was doing to you and how to push your buttons to make you feel just right.

And fuck did it feel right, when you finally felt him inside you, stretching your walls, hitting those right spots, making your toes curl. Soon the cellar was filled with nothing but your moans as he thrust deep inside of you.

"Billy- ah fuck," you could see the stars in front of your eyes as your climax neared, encouraging Billy to go faster.

"C'mon, doll," he said, making you shiver as if all the other stimulations weren't enough, "cum for me."

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kuroos-moon · 4 years

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『 Sugawara Koushi Takes Proper Care of You 』

➪ a/n: thanks for this req this had me flustered tbh, hope u like it!! 🥺

➪ warning/s: NSFW

➪ smut starts after the cut

wc: 2k words

The weight of today’s workload took so much of a toll on you, your eyes were tired and your back ached terribly. There was simply too much to stress about and fatigue was so harsh on you that you just wanted to collapse the moment you enter your shared apartment with Suga.

“Y/n? You’re home really late today,” he pops up from the kitchen, still wearing an apron.

“I know, I’m sorry, I- there was just lots of things to do,” you frown as you make your way before him, and he automatically presses a kiss on your forehead as you do so.

“It’s alright, come and have dinner with me then,” he smiles at you with warm eyes, a full-on plan to run you a nice warm bath and give you a soothing massage already wired to the back of his mind.

“I’m sorry, Koushi,” you smile apologetically, “I’m just really stressed out right now, I don’t have the appetite.”

Of course he’d be worried, looking at you as you enter your bedroom without another word. Screw dinner, he thinks to himself as he removes his apron and follows you inside.

“Let me give you a massage, love,” he whispers as he hugged you from behind. “No it’s f-

“Y/n let me take care of you,” he gives you a sad and worried smile, making you give in. He turns you around to face him before he starts to undress you, and you raise a brow.

“I’m applying oil,” he explains with a small chuckle. You just stare at the lovable doting man before you as he slips your buttoned shirt off, planting a soft lingering kiss on your collarbone in an attempt to make you feel relaxed, but it did the opposite.

It made your breath hitch and your thighs unconsciously press together, and this wouldn’t go unnoticed at all by the ever so observant former setter who could read you like the back of his hand.

Maybe it wasn’t what you wanted right now, although it was another effective way to rid you off your stress, but he decided to test the waters first. His gentle touch on your waist slowly and draggingly travels up to the hook of your bra before he strips you off of them as well.

He notices you gasp almost inaudibly when he ‘unintentionally’ brushes a finger at the side of your breasts, and the look in your eyes told him you wanted it, you wanted him.

“Perhaps the massage can wait,” he says in a soft tone before he pushes you down the bed with one hand now loosely around your neck, the other resting beside your head to support his weight.

He didn’t have any plan at all to be rough with you, but he knew how much you liked it when he held you by your throat like that.

“Koushi,” you mutter in surprise, and he gives you yet another warm smile. “Do you want me tonight, y/n?” He asks, and you gulp, your chest starting to heave at how hot he was.

Sugawara Koushi is the CEO of asking consent, I take no criticism.

“Do you?” He repeats, leaning down with his mouth beside your ear as his breath tickles your skin. You whimper in response when his thigh brushes against your core, but he needed your ‘yes.’

“Please,” is all you get to say, your head clouded with desire as he starts leaving open-mouthed kisses at the side of your neck. He hums, “please what, y/n?”

“Take care of me,” you breathlessly say, and he smiles, leaning away to look at you. “I’ll take good care of you,” he softly says, a glimmer of affection in his eyes as he leans in to kiss you.

He definitely drove you wild and crazy, making you forget all the care for the world as he tantalized you with his warm stare and soft sinful lips, not to mention his gentle and slender fingers that started to travel south across your smooth and sensitive skin.

You let out a soft moan when his mouth moves down to your breasts, and unlike the initial kisses, he was sucking harshly, running his tongue over your mound as his hand squeezes your other breast.

“Koushii,” you whine, squeezing your thighs together more desperately in an attempt to relieve your needy and dripping cunt, and he knew all too well how worked up you were by now, you’ve always lost to him in foreplay.

You run your hands over his clothed back and whine at the insufficient skin to skin contact; making him chuckle at you before pulling away to remove his blue sweater but leaving his shorts on, “shall I take it all off?” He asks, both arms on either of your sides to support himself.

Your eyes fall to look at his now bare stomach, his toned build and bulging cock which was beyond evident in his shorts making you wetter to the point wherein your underwear’s soaked.

Filled with desperation, you push him off of you and straddle him, your head falling back at the feeling of his cock pressing against you. He observes you as you grind against him so desperately like you’re in your heat, but the last thing he wanted tonight was for you to be on top and do the work.

He should be the one to work on you. Channeling his inner soft dom, he flips you over, pinning your limbs with his. “Koushi, please,” you beg, feeling miserable as you can’t even do as much as squeeze your thighs together.

“You’ve been really tired y/n,” he says in a low voice, tightening his hold on your wrists and inching closer to you until his lips brushed against yours as he spoke, “so I’ll be the one to take care of you and drive you over your edge tonight,” he breathes.

He had you tamed this easily, no longer resisting his hold, and he took that as a sign that it was okay for him to let go. “You could only be patient,” he mutters, not at all self-aware that he probably took pleasure in seeing you whimper as he squeezes your throat, before he slowly runs his hand down all the way your lower stomach and finally tracing a finger against the waistband of your panties.

“Koushi, please, touch me,” you grip his hand, making him draw his gaze from the wet patch on your undies. “Already?” He teases, but not at all meaning to draw this on for long.

“Too cruel,” you mutter, and he stops running his fingers against your inner thighs. “Cruel?” He repeats in surprise, he never meant for you to feel as if he won’t give all of himself to you then and there, he simply had in mind how your orgasm satisfies you more and more the longer he had kept you waiting.

He doesn’t say anything more before slipping two digits inside your underwear, feeling up how wet you were. You gasp when he runs his finger through your slit, and the moment you’ve opened your mouth, he slips his tongue inside, your hands quick to wrap around his neck.

You moan into the kiss, his middle finger starting to rub circles against your clit as his tongue wrestles with yours aggressively, making it hard for you to breathe with the sudden pleasure of it all. Another loud moan escapes your lips when he inserts two digits inside you, his long fingers hitting your spot in an instant.

“Koushi,” you gasp, the pace of his fingers moving in and out of you was still slow but it hit just the perfect spot so well that you become a whimpering mess, desperate for him to go faster. He looks at you as you fist the bedsheets, leaving your hole empty as he plays with your clit again.

It was obvious that he took confidence on the magic his fingers did to you, and although the night was all about you he can’t help but palm himself through his shorts as you cry for his name, his thumb abusing your clit so much that you’re quivering underneath his touch.

He groans before sinking down between your legs, his hand he used to palm himself with now holding your leg still while he used his elbow to restrain the other to keep your legs wide open for his feast, all the while fucking you senseless with his mere fingers.

“Koushi- ah- I’m cumming,” you manage to say, and he speeds up the pace of his fingers, splotchy noises filling the room along with your moans. Your walls start to spasm and your nails now dug on the skin of his wrist, he knew you were really about to cum.

He pulls his fingers out of you just a second before your release, “no!” You cry, tears blurring your vision. “Koushi, no,” you plead, but your cunt was clenching around nothing anymore as he brought his fingers inside his mouth to taste you.

“Koushi,” you’re crying now, about to touch yourself but he stops you.

“Be still,” he says, before sinking your underwear further downwards. “Koushi why, you- you said you were going to take care of me,” you sob, and he coos at you from between your legs.

Sugawara Koushi knew just how to take care of you, he’ll redeem himself of your rejected orgasm later on when he pounds mercilessly inside of you and gives you what you deserve.

He may have seemed sadistic to you, he knew that, but what he also knew was that he was going to make this the best night of your life after days of tiring workloads, so your crying now would all be worth it in the end, he’ll make sure of it.

He lifts your leg up over his shoulder before he kisses your cunt open-mouthedly, your clit twitching against the inside of his lips and your toes curl. You were up for the real deal though the moment he started using his tongue, pressing the wet muscle flat against your hole before running it all the way up your clit.

You whimper as you grip on his hair, your legs fighting to tightly wrap themselves around his head but he has them remained wide open, his tongue mercilessly flicking your clit over and over again and applying more pressure every second.

He sucks on every inch of your folds, collecting your wetness at the tip of his tongue before swallowing them. An especially loud moan fills his ears the moment he slides his tongue inside of you, so he continues to thrust his tongue in and out, occasionally lapping on your folds before inserting his tongue inside all over again.

The knot on your stomach grew tighter as he draws his thumb to rub your clit frantically, your walls clenching around his tongue and your ankles coming to lock around his waist. “I’m close, ah, Koushi, I’m close, it feels so good,” you moan, tightening your grip on his hair to the point that it hurt him.

With one last flick on your clit and the curling of his tongue inside you, you finally get to cum, Suga making sure to prolong your orgasm for as long as he can by rubbing your clit harder while he sucked on your release that dirtied the sheets and the corners of his lips.

Once he got you all cleaned up with his mouth, he lifts himself up and hovers over you, “good girl,” he smiles, before leaning in to kiss you.

He groans into the kiss when you palm him, and just as you expected, he pulls away and holds your hand to stop you. “Isn’t it about time we took care of that, Koushi?” You smile up at him, and at the sound of your worn out voice from all the moaning and sobbing, his cock twitches.

He couldn’t even stop himself as he grinds himself against your thigh, resting his forehead against yours. “Fill me up with that pretty cock of yours, Koushi,” you whisper, and you don’t have to say anything more before he pushes your legs wide open once more.

“Of course, I’ll take care of you until the sun comes up.”

Thank the heavens it was the weekend after that.

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