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l've decided to take the initiative to finish up an Minajael/Minhaj fanfic that has been sitting on my notes for weeks.

NO I am not avoiding any requests l've been sent and will get to the asap, probably later this week.

Anywho, please enjoy this Minajael × Yuu fanfic in where Yuu becomes jealous upon seeing Minajael flirt with a princess, soon taking revenge on him in the bedroom.

3.7k word count (please excuse any spelling typos and or grammar errors, the ending is kinda choppy in my opinion. I had such bad writer’s block while writing this)

Ajael=Minajael’s nickname

Rope Burn

A Minajeal x Yuu fanfic

Minajeal found himself pacing in the gardens, a fingernail occupying his mouth as he walked from tree to tree. The cool breeze of the wind flowed through his brown hair as sweat formed on his forehead.

Minajeal was in quite the predicament. You and Minajeal started dating a while back, but after he introduced you to his father, you were denied marriage with him because of your low status. Neither Minajeal nor you actually paid too much mind to it, love was love after all. Even with that, that still didn’t mean that the dates stopped coming. Princesses from all around were still sent to the kingdom to try to woo Minajeal, despite all of the attempts being in vain, the dates just kept coming.

Today was just supposed to be like all other days: hot, normal, fateful, but Lady Luck seemed to have other plans.

Minajeal was once again forced to entertain a date with some princess from the farlands. The entire interaction was forced, the flirting phrases died in Minajeal’s throat as he spoke to the princess, little did he know. While flirting with the princess, you happened to walk past him, getting an earful of what he was saying to the other woman. You gave him a nasty look before turning on your heel and walking away. Minajeal was completely stumped for the rest of the day, reminiscing about that exact moment.

A low growl broke his train of thought. He looked down to see his tiger companion, Rajah, nudging at his leg while letting out low whines.

Minajeal sighed, putting a hand on Rajah’s head in an attempt to comfort him.

“What’s wrong now, boy?”

Rajah looked up at him with an expectant look, seemingly already knowing what was bothering him.

“Yeah, you’re right. I should go talk to her.”

Minajeal’s heart was already racing to find ways to make it up to you. That was when an idea popped up in his head. A crazy and absurd one, but the chances of it pleasing you were high. What if…perhaps…he let you dom him ? Just for tonight.

He ran a hand against his woven hair, already making his way back to the palace with the intention of talking to you.

“Come on boy, let’s go.”

Minajael held out a hand for Rajah to follow as they both walked inside of the palace. To be honest, Minajael himself wasn’t sure why exactly he was being Rajah with him, the voice in the back of his head told him it was because he needed all the protection he could get when facing you after this. He laughed it off as he strolled through the palace.

Minajael tried to distract himself with the decoration on the walls but his mind kept drifting back to you and your reaction earlier.

Eventually, the two reached the bedroom door and Minajael’s hand hesitated at the doorknob. A nervous look on his face appeared before he schooled it to his normal, content one.

He let out a long sigh, his shoulders slumping heavily as he looks down at Rajah who was nuzzling against his leg. His feline companion seeming to sense the nervousness coming from him.

With a gulp of bravery, Minajael opened the door, stepping inside of the opulent bedroom, Rajah padding right in after him.

The lights were down low, making it hard to make out your silhouette. He flicked on the lights, only to be met with you sitting on the edge of the bed, a stern look on your face, your arms crossed over your ample chest.

“Hey sweetness.” He trotted in, closing the door behind him before leaning on the dresser beside it, a teasing look on his face.

“What do you want?” You remarked, an irritated look taking over your face.

“I live here too you know, did you forget in your little fit of jealousy?” He grinned, a chuckle leaving his throat. While Minajeal made that comment, Rajah jumped onto the bed and curled up in the middle of it.

Minajeal pushed himself off the dresser and made his way towards you, standing over you.

“Look, baby I know you’re pissed. You’ve already made that clear with the looks you’ve been giving me but I’m not gonna sit here and weep because some prissy princess made you a little jealous. It meant nothing, seriously.”

He pushed his hair back, his eyeliner only enhancing the discerned look on his face.

“The words you were saying to her aren’t matching the ones you’re telling me now.” You remarked once more, staring down at the bed underneath you.

Minajael let out a scoff, kneeling to meet your gaze.

“And what exactly did my words before mean to you then, hmm? Enlighten me please, because from where I was sitting, all it seemed like to me was politeness towards my guest who just so happened to be a princess. Something I recall is expected of me.”

He spat, the venom prominent in his tone.

“Do you really think I enjoyed that date? Being forced to be someone I’m not for the sake of the kingdom and play the part as a flirtatious, charming prince? Newsflash Yuu, it’s called acting.”

He stood up, turning his back towards you.

“If you want to sit here and whine, be my guest but that doesn’t change the role

I’m forced to play at the end of the day.”

You stood up abruptly, your frown deepening.

“And how the hell do you think I feel when I saw that?! My boyfriend prancing and slutting around some nobody right in front of me?!”

Minajael let out a grunt at your nasty comment, turning his head slightly to look at you.

“Oh, so now I'm a 'slut' for being cordial to someone of high standing? You know, you’re a real piece of work-“

He cut himself off with a sigh. In a swift moment he turned to face you completely, his hands finding yours and bringing it up to his chest.

“You know I love you. More than anything in this gilded cage they call a palace.”

He leaned in, looking you deep in the eyes.

“Let me make it up to you, dearest.”

You pulled your hands back, turning your face away from him so he couldn’t see the wicked grin forming on it.

“You wanna make it up to me? Let me be in control tonight.”

You could practically hear him tense up from behind you. You were well aware that one thing Minajael really disliked was bottoming so you just had to take this opportunity to use it against him.

“Babe please-“ Minajael started but you were quick to cut him off.

“You wanna make it up to me right?”

You questioned, he nodded reluctantly.

“Then get your feline friend out of here and strip.”

Minajael nodded once more before moving towards the side of the bed, where Rajah was lounging.

“Come on boy, let’s go.”

Rajah quickly followed minajael out, once the two of them were gone you walked into the closet and opened the dresser, looking down at the multitude of toys you could use on him. That’s when your eyes landed on it, red, silky rope, untouched, still in its original packaging. Minajael had bought this for you in hopes of using it sometime but the both of you never actually got to it. Surely there was no better time to use it than right now.

“He’ll like this one for sure.” You murmured to yourself a wicked thought of Minajael squirming and whining in bed, all tied up while you overstimulated him formed in your head.

You were suddenly pulled out of your day dreaming by the sound of the door opening.

You went back into the bedroom with the red rope in your hand. Minajael tilted his head like a confused puppy.

“What’s that?” He questioned.

“Nothing.” You replied before pointing to the bed.

Minahaj obeyed, sitting on the bed.

“So what now, got something planned for me?”

He questioned, kicking his feet in a soothing manner.

You paced in front of him for a moment before coming to a stop, towering in front of him.

“Ajael, you’re a good dancer right?”

You stared down at him, studying his expression. His content expression soon turned into an intrigued face.

“I am quite adept to moving my body to music, why? Did you want a private show?”

He leaned in, a knowing grin on his face.

You placed your hands on each side of the bed.

“Why don’t you put that body to work and dance for me.”

You commanded, leaning forward to push some hair out of Minajael’s face.

Minajael’s grinned only got wider as he registered what you were asking for.

“I’d thought you never ask.”

He placed a hand on your chest, pushing you back slightly.

You obliged, taking a few steps back to allow Minajael to stand up.

After standing up, Minhaj stretched a bit, putting his hands on your hips to guide you to sit on the bed instead.

Now standing before you, Minhaj begins to slowly roll his hips, his movements sensual and hypnotic.

“You like what you see, sweetness?”

He asked with a daring look in his eyes, staring at your expectant face as he moved his hips tantalizingly slow.

As you watched Minajael dance, an idea popped up into your head.

What if you just ignored him and pretended to be uninterested in his dancing? Maybe he’d feel ignored the same way you did today. And so you did act on your idea. While he was dancing you pretended to yawn.

Minajael smile dimmed for a moment, a tilt coming to his head.

“Uh oh, trouble in paradise I see.”

He abruptly stopped moving his hips for a second, his eyes glaring into yours before he started moving again.

You let out a scoff, putting a hand over your mouth tiredly.

“Could be better.”

You remarked, a teasing grin forming on your face from underneath your hand as you saw Minajael slowly start to panic.

“Could be better? Dearest, how could that be when I’m the best dancer in this palace!”

A hint of fear took on his tone as he spoke, you only got more and more giddy at the slow breaking of his cocky exterior.

“I’ve seen others dance better.”

The sentence slipped out faster than you could register it. Minajael’s face dropped completely, he took a step toward you.

“What’s that supposed to mean? Who else could possibly be dancing for you in this manner?!”

You giggled at his reaction, simply waving a hand at him.

“Oh nobody, just…keep going.”

At your command, Minajael started moving again, his hips moved in a hypnotic circle, which was truly getting to you. This time using his hands to splay across his chest. His hands moved up and down his chest in a suggestive manner, this time stopping at his waistband. He teasingly flicked his waistband at you, giving you a small glimpse of his happy trail.

Oh fuck, he was teasing you with his waistband.

You sighed one more, feigning boredom.

At the sound of your sigh, Minajael’s eyes dimmed once more with uncertainty but he quickly schooled it to a content look.

“What's wrong, love? Not impressed by these hard-earned muscles?” he tries to joke, flexing his bicep, letting out a small laugh.

But there’s a tiny hint of vulnerability in his tone, a small whine for approval from his lover.

“Come on babe, surely there’s something about me that meets your high standards.”

He got onto his knees in front of you, his eye reflecting a pleading glare.

“You wanna please me?” You asked teasingly, patting your knee.

Minajael nodded rapidly, placing his head on your knees

“Yes of course, anything you need.”

You felt heat course through you at his sudden submission.

“Strip.”

Minajael let out a breathy laugh before shrugging off his jacket.

“As my lady commands.”

Soon enough, all of his clothes beside his underwear were discarded and he was lying on the bed, his legs slightly spread.

“So what now gorgeous, what do you wanna do to me?”

He smirked, still trying to take dominance in this situation.

You climbed onto the bed, still fully clothed, already starting to undo the silk rope.

Minajael grimaced at the sight of the rope.

“Yuu…can’t you just let me take care of you? Let me worship your precious body?” You immediately shut down his sweet talk by placing a shushing finger against his mouth.

“Hush and give me your hand.” Minajael frowned at your command, his cocky exterior slowly breaking down.

He reluctantly gave you his hand, you tied rope around it.

“Good, now the other.” You commanded once more and he gave over his other hand. You bound his two wrists together.

“Very very good, that wasn’t so hard, was it?”

You teased. Minajael let out a whine as he strained against the rope.

“B-babe, baby-“ before he could finish with his pleas you leaned in and kissed him deeply, your hands cupping his cheeks to pull him closer and deeper into the kiss.

“Mmph…”

You let out a small groan of pleasure as your tongue mingled with Minajael’s.

You pulled away for air. Minajael practically fell forward in an attempt of trying to chase your lips and chase the high.

You laughed at his pathetic attempt of moving, placing a hand on his chest to push him back into the sitting position.

“Y-Yuu, don’t tease me.”

Minajael let out a whine as you started to bind his feet together.

“Yuu, you know I can make you feel so much better. Topping is gonna be to tiring for a beauty such as yourself.”

His head rose to meet your gaze.

“Please love..? I wanna make you feel good.”

You silenced him with another kiss, cupping the nape of his neck. He let out a small grunt before leaning into the kiss, his eyelids falling down.

You pulled back for oxygen again and rested your forehead against his.

“Minajael, enough with the sweet talk. Your ass is mine tonight.”

Minajael shuddered, still trying to keep his cocky persona.

“You’re in control, Asal.”

He leaned further into your touch, allowing you to use one hand to wrap an arm around his waist, while using the other to start unwrapping the fabric that was intertwined in his hair.

Minajael let out a small sigh of relief as you undid his braid, letting down his luscious long brown hair.

You felt a wave of awe go through you as you stared at the length of his hair, you have never seen his full head of hair past that woven cloth.

“So pretty….” You murmured, running your fingers through his hair.

A soft moan left Minajael as you gentle ran your fingers through his whole length of hair, tilting his head back as you could have more access to it.

“Mmh…touch me more Yuu…”

He shifted slightly, the silk ropes rubbing against his smooth skin.

“Don’t stop…you’re making me feel so good…your eyes…touch.”

His eyes lidded slightly, he looked up at you through his eyelashes..

“It all drives me c-crazy…”

He admitted, his eyes now fully falling shut. You felt a pool of heat form in the bottom of your belly mixed with a deeper feeling of understanding.

The pillow shifted as Minajael moved, his fingers twitching reflexively at the silk rope.

He opened his eyes once more to stare you in your own eyes, his gaze carrying a small look of a vulnerability only you could see.

“Mina-“ you started but was immediately cut off by Minajael’s voice which was softer than usual.

“I want you. All of you, not just your body but your love, your strength, your kindness, your heart.”

You felt your heart melt at his confession, you had never seen Minajael be so…precious, especially right before doing something so explicit like this.

“Make love to me Yuu. Slowly, tenderly and make me feel loved on levels I’ve never felt.”

He let out another slow sigh, all of the tension fully leaving him.

You cupped his cheek tenderly, stroking his cheek, he took the initiative to slightly turn his head in your hand to place a gentle kiss in the palm of your hand.

No more words needed to be spoken past that for you to understand what Minajael was asking for, you pulled him upward to capture his lips into a searing kiss, putting all of your love, desire and passion into it.

Minajael reciprocated with just as much fervor, maybe even more. His back arched as he tried to push himself into you further, parting his lips slightly, inviting your tongue to mingle with his.

After parting for air, the both of you were panting like dogs, small breathy moans and grunts echoed throughout the room, bouncing off the walls.

“D-dearest…” Minajael attempted to start but you silenced him with a shush of your lips and a finger on his.

“Shhh..”

You slowly moved your finger downward, caressing his jawline, his neck, Adam’s apple.

You gently laid him on the bed, straddling him.

Your finger continued its venture downward. His collarbone, his chest.

You stopped at his defined stomach, stroking the faint lines of his abs.

Minajael’s hips suddenly bucked forward instinctively, begging for friction.

You quickly used your other hand to cease Minajael’s bucking, pushing his hips downward.

“Ah ah Ajael, be still now.” You gently scolded him, reinforcing your dominant role here.

In your adventure of his body, you didn’t notice his small sniffles and the tears pricking at his eyes.

You looked back up to study his face, finally realizing.

“Ajael…? Are you crying?”

You immediately moved to wipe his tears, earning a whine of relief from him.

“N-not sad tears…I-I’m just…so happy I have someone like you to come back to.” Minajael said, a wry smile on his face.

You pulled him into yet another kiss full of passion. This time taking off your clothes while kissing him.

After pulling back, Minajael’s eyes widened slightly as he took in the sight of your gorgeous body, taking in every curve on you.

“Gorgeous…” He murmured

Your hand wandered even lower, suddenly cupping him through his underwear and earning a moan from him. The pleasure running up his spine, causing it to arch. His hips bucked forward, begging for more stimulation.

“S-sevens..yuu!” He gasped out, throwing his head back against the pillows as more beads of precum damped the fabric of his underwear.

“You want it?” You teased, running your finger across his V-line.

“Y-yes!” He whined out, thrashing against the silk bounds.

You waited no longer to tug at his underwear and pull it down, revealing his throbbing shaft, the tip already dripping with beads of precum.

“So needy…” you scoffed playfully, your hand already pumping his cock.

“Yes! Fuck!” Minajael moaned out, only bucking his hips further into your hand.

You stopped pumping him, instead, propping yourself above him, ready to sink down on him to ride him.

“Ready?” You clarified with him. Instead of verbally answering, he simply bucked his hips forward again, letting out an incoherent mumble.

You slowly sank down on him, your silk folds engulfing his length.

A hoarse cry ripped from Minajael’s throat as you took him whole.

“Yes! U-ungh.. you feel incredible…”

He praised gently, encouraging you to continue, his hands fisting in the sheets.

You let out a delighted hum as you started to bounce on him, lifting yourself up just to slam yourself down on him seconds later.

“Like this?” You teased, slamming your hips against his once more.

A high pitched cry left you as you left minajael bottom out in you.

“J-just like that…keep going.”

The praise fell from Minajael’s lips quickly. He started to buck his hips forward despite trying to resist the urge to do so originally.

“You’ll n-never talk to a princess like that again, r-right?” You questioned, placing your hands on minajael’s hips to sturdy yourself.

“N-never again baby…nngh~” Minajael confirmed, his hands scrambling to find something to grip onto.

The sounds of skin slapping against one another and Minajael’s grunts of pleasure filled the room.

You looked down at him with a blissed smile on your face as you rode him, your hands squeezing at his hips.

“Haah…mmgh!~ I-I’m sorry baby…”

He whined out, trying to ride out his fast-approaching orgasm.

“Y-Yuu! I-I’m sorry, I’m sorry!”

His whines only got louder as you bounced even faster.

“I-I’ll never talk to another woman eh-or m-man like that again!” He cried out, his eyes rolling back momentarily.

A thin line of drool started to form from the corner of his mouth, leaking out and onto the soft pillow behind him.

Stars and blanks clouded Minajael’s vision as you moved.

Soon enough, Minajael started to feel the familiar sensation of climaxing build up in his stomach, his cock already twitching.

“A-Ajael…I-I’m close..” you murmured, feeling your own legs start to tremble and give out to the sensation.

“I’m right with you dearest…” Minajael encouraged, only driving his hips upwards to push further into you.

“T-that’s it baby…come undone on me, release all of that pent up energy.”

He continued to encourage you as his own orgasm approached quickly.

Soon enough, cum exploded from him and straight into you. At the same time, you came undone on his cock, your essence leaking out onto him.

You collapsed on him, panting like a dog in the sun.

“That was…incredible…” you murmured in his chest, your hands already taking his to undo the bindings.

Once you undid his bindings he pulled down his arms, rubbings his wrists.

“Mmmh…if talking to some princess gets me a night like that, I’ll do it a whole lot more often.” He laughed, his hand still rubbing his sore wrist.

You playfully slapped his chest, a laugh erupting from you.

You pulled the blanket over the both of you.

“Go to sleep Ajael!”

And so, he did. Sleep took the both of you instantly.

The next morning, after Minajael put on a pair of pants and opened the bedroom door to go to the bathroom, he was met with an angry Rajah, the tiger’s angry expression was a drastic opposite from Minajael’s embarrassed smile.

Minajael realized that he had forgotten to take Rajah back to his sanctuary…oops..?

“Sorry buddy.” He murmured, placing a hand on the back of his head and the other on Rajah’s head, petting his soft fur.

“Won’t let it happen again..!” He chucked nervously.

THE END

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Which do you prefer him to be called?

Minajael

Minhaj

Voting ended onJul 10

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Hello everyone, this fanfic happened to be simply a late night thought that I acted on.

I don’t usually write things like this but whatever.

Please ignore any grammar or spelling mistakes I happened to miss while proofreading

This fanifc is heavily inspired by nerolibouquet’s Kalim’s fanfic, I loved reading it sm and if you enjoyed this one you should go check them out.

Taking a few with Jamil.

Uhm, I’m not in the right mind while making this and I almost never use warnings but here they are: Explicit drug use, mild blood play, HEAVY NSFW, like Jamil is practically scream-moaning here, mutual intoxication, getting caught, intoxicated makeout, Jamil is experienced in the use of edibles, use of snake whisper, love bites, bleeding wounds, blah blah blah etc

Jamil shouldn’t, Jamil knows he shouldn’t. After all, he was a servant with demanding tasks to perform that required his full attention and he would absolutely do so but he had a little bit of a problem. You.

It was practically impossible for Jamil to try not be persuaded by your antics, in almost every situation he’d fold eventually.

What you’d asked him to do with you were usually simple, teaching you how to dance, cook, a few public makeouts in a small corner and whatnot. Though, what you were asking him currently seemed to rattle him quite a bit.

He wasn’t even sure how you found it. Maybe you had gone through his drawers without him knowing, or maybe you found them lying around after he forgot to put them away. Though, you still found it, somehow, someway. You got your hands on what you assumed was just some gummies in Jamil’s rooms, you ate a few, unknowing of the fact that the these so called “gummies” were actually edibles. His reasoning for having them in the first place? His workload can be “unbearable” some days.

After the first and only time of you eating them, Jamil found out and was a little more than just embarrassed of your discovery of his stash. He helped you get through it, tossed the bag into the trash and hoped you would never mention it again but to no avail, the subject came up.

“Cmon babe! Please? Last time was super fun!”

You clasped his hands in yours, bringing it up to your chest as you begged.

“It’ll be fun! We’ll be super duper careful too!”

Jamil’s eyes darted away from yours as he gulped down the lump in his throat.

“Yuu, are you really sure? You’re new to this kind of thing you know…?”

You nodded happily at Jamil’s question.

“Yeah yeah! But it felt so good and I wanna try again! And I’m taking you with me to supervise! Super duper duper safe right?!”

You explained excitedly, already tugging him towards your bedroom.

Jamil let out a sigh, already feeling his resolve crumbling.

After a few silent moments and a little more pleading Jamil finally agreed.

“Fine, but only this once and we’ll make sure to be careful, yeah?”

You felt a rush of joy go through you as Jamil finally agreed.

“Yes! We’ll be safe! I promise!”

You pulled him into your room which already seemed to be set to the mood. Two beanbags in front of a projector which was already set to play a movie, variants of multiple snacks in the middle of it, the lights were set on a low, dimmed setting.

Jamil stepped in after you, closing the door but not locking it. (<—REMEMBER THAT)

He let out a snicker as he looked around your room.

“You did all of this?” He mused, taking a few moments to look around.

“Yeah! I needed everything to be perfect for us!”

You responded, already taking a seat on one of the beanbags and motioning for Jamil to sit on the other one.

“And what if I refused?” Jamil questioned, taking a seat on his beanbag.

Your mind went blank for a second as you processed his question.

“Well uh…I didn’t think that far.” You admitted bashfully, putting a hand behind your head.

“But at least you did agree right?” You changed the subject, turning around towards your vanity to open a drawer.

After a few moments of rummaging through it, you pulled out small plastic bag of gummy bears, edibles.

Jamil eyed the bag with an intrigued expression, his past hesitation fully coming to an end.

“Sweet, how many?”

You tilted your head at his question.

“How many what?”

Jamil sighed, putting a hand to his forehead.

“How many milligrams, Hayati?” He asked, already getting up to check the label for you but you waved him off, reading the label.

“Uh..10? No, 20! 30 milligrams!”

You answered, the dim lighting only making it hard to read but at least you could make out some of the numbers.

“So how much do we take? You know all about this stuff!”

You looked back up at Jamil, who was staring right back at you with a watchful gaze.

“Two, each of us should take at least two to feel something.”

He responded, his hands darting out towards you in an asking manner, palm up.

You placed the blue and red gummy bears in his palm.

“Here blue and red because they’re the best flavors.”

Jamil snickered at your comment. You placed two in your own palm before downing them alongside Jamil.

After taking them, you tossed the bag aside and curled up in your beanbag, taking the remote instead and starting the movie.

10 minutes passed, then 30 and oh sevens were you feeling it.

You tried focusing on the movie, you truly did but you couldn’t force yourself to pay any more attention to the two lovers flying on the magic carpet across the sky when your core was quite literally heating up.

You turned to Jamil to see if he was feeling it and to your surprise, he was looking right back at you with an observant stare.

When you caught him staring he quickly softened up, his half lidded eyes moving back towards the tv.

“Sorry I,…I was just making sure you were okay.”

He murmured, feeling embarrassed about being caught by you.

You felt your heart practically melt, at his explanation. You found yourself feeling drawn to Jamil and so, you acted on this feeling, completely ditching the beanbag to crawl towards him.

You crawled on top of him, placing your hands on his cheek.

“N’awwh! Were you really worried about little old me?”

Jamil blushed, placing his hands on top of yours.

“Hayati…”

He stared into your reddened eyes lovingly. It was clear that the both of you were really feeling the edibles.

Jamil suddenly shook his head, his expression turning into a stern one.

“No..you’re not in your right mind, Hayati.”

He stated, already sitting up when you suddenly interrupted him.

“Sure I am! I know exactly what I’m doing when I do this.”

You leaned down and gave him a passionate kiss. Jamil leaned upwards to meet your kiss with even more passion, his hands moving upwards to cup your cheeks to pull you further into the kiss.

“Mm..mhm…”

Jamil whined out inside of your mouth, his touch becoming more ravishing, his hands wandering across your body.

Jamil suddenly pulled back to catch his breath…and reach to grab a chip from his opened bag.

Your lips formed into a small pout, already missing his lips on yours.

Jamil only laughed, shoving more chips into his mouth.

“Haha…sorry, the munchies are getting to me.”

He admitted, putting a chip into your mouth.

Soon enough, all of the snacks were completely demolished and you and Jamil wasted no time to get back to kissing.

One thing led to another and soon enough, you found yourself beneath Jamil on your bed, passionately making out with him while his hands wandered to your clothes, already taking them off.

“Hnmg…”

Jamil let out another whine inside your mouth before pulling away, his chest heaving as he looked down at you with a lustful stare.

“Yuu….can I be greedy with you..? Just for tonight?”

You responded by pulling him into yet another kiss, in which he immediately reciprocated.

After a few moments of tongue kissing Jamil started to wander downward.

Kissing your cheeks, chin, neck then stopping at your collarbone to kiss it in multiple areas whilst nipping at the kiss marks.

“Aaah…~ Jamil!”

You whined, finding it a whole lot harder to stay quiet when you’re high.

Jamil placed a teasing finger on your lips to sigh for you to be quiet, or at least try to.

Jamil’s light nips soon transitioned into much harder, deeper, love bites.

“Jamil!~ Fuck!~ Aaah!~”

You squealed out as the love bites turned into a deep purplish color, some of them bleeding out as Jamil only moved further down, stopping occasionally to lick the blood off of your wounds.

He leaned back upwards to kiss you deeply, his tongue finding its way into your mouth forcing you to taste your own blood on him.

He pulled back to let out a few breaths. “Like that Hayati? Tasting your poor skin on me?” Jamil teased, leaning down to lick another one of your bleeding love bites then going back up to kiss you again. He continued this pattern for a little while.

You hated to admit it but this was really turning you on, leaving you with wet panties.

Just as Jamil reached your waistband, you saw a shadow from underneath the bedroom door but you ignored it, Jamil was making you feel far too good to bother caring for whatever was outside that door.

You blinked and the door suddenly opened, revealing some other Scarbia student.

“Vice housewarden, Kalim-“ The student stopped in their tracks, appalled by the sight in front of them.

“I-oh..uhm…”

Jamil whipped up to look at them, a look of fear crossing his face before he did something you last expected of him.

“Snake whisper.”

Within seconds, the student was fully engrossed in snake whisper, their head lolling forward in submission.

“You never saw any of this, you’ll walk out of here with no memory of what you just saw. You’ll go back to Kalim and tell him you couldn’t find me.”

A heartbeat passed.

“And lock the door behind you.” He commanded shamelessly.

The student nodded blissfully before leaving, shutting and locking the door behind them.

Jamil let out a sigh before turning back to you.

“Now where were we again?”

Jamil grinned upon seeing your shocked reaction.

You bit your lip, him commanding people really ignited a flame in you.

“That was hot.” You shamelessly admitted, staring at Jamil through half-lidded eyes, your hands tangling in his dark brown hair.

You felt yourself become even more relaxed, your eyes rolling back ever so slightly as your core temperature felt like it was rising again.

“Mmh…Jamil…s’more…touch me m-more.”

You begged but Jamil didn’t move to try and continue the stimulation.

“Hayati…? You okay there? You’re slurring your words.”

Jamil questioned, putting a hand on your heaving chest.

“Are you sure it was only 20 milligrams?”

He questioned once more, now getting up to pick up the bag and read the label.

His eyes widened upon seeing the label.

“Yuu! This is 300 milligrams! Not 30!”

At this point, you were far too blissed out and halfway in lala land.

“Mhmhm…that’s alllll~ my bad…just come here and finish what you were doing.”

Jamil was about to deny you, but then a thought crossed his mind. The door was locked, you were alone, both high as hell so why not take you up on her offer?

Just as he was crawling back into bed, a familiar voice suddenly called out from outside.

“JAMILLLLL! Where are you?”

That familiar voice could only belong to no other than Kalim.

You felt a pang of shock come over you as you saw Jamil look towards the door, a torn look on his face.

“Surely my own boyfriend won’t leave me to go attend to Kalim.”

You thought, glancing at Jamil who was now walking towards you.

He stopped right next to you, instead of crawling back into bed with you, he simply let out a sigh and pulled the blanket over you, placing a kiss on your forehead.

“I’m sorry Hayati, but I must put my duties above…our little interaction for now.”

You frowned, opening your mouth to say something but feeling too overwhelmed with new emotions to speak.

“Mmph…’mil…” You murmured, sleep already taking over you.

“Try to sleep it off for now, I’ll return to you later.”

Jamil responded, placing one last kiss on your hand before placing it back at your side.

Just as your eyes started to close, Jamil was already out the door.

You sighed, grumbling incoherent words.

Now you were just left here, panties soaked with excitement, bleeding love bites across your body and high. All alone.

THE END!!!

Yes there will be a part two, unless you guys are satisfied with this only.

And for the people who voted “other” on the last poll, PLEASE request🥹 nine times out of ten I will accept the request.

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Hi it’s really late, do we wanna see an intoxicated Jamil x Yuu smut fic tomorrow?

Yes! I love you pancake!!

No…not my thing

Other (request)

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WOOHOO, I'm back with yet another fanfic.

Believe it or not but this is actually the second time l've ever written a fanfic about Leona despite him being my favorite character. I'm currently doing a challenge on where I spin a wheel and write a fanfic about whoever gets chosen and Leona was the lucky goose today!!

CONTAINS: SEMI-BLOODPLAY, DACRYPHILIA, OVERSTIM, ETC.

Requests are still open

Please ignore any spelling or grammar errors that I happened to miss during proofreading.

Leona breaks you…and the bed

The sun had long gone down, the window on the wall beside Leona’s bed was just barely creaked open. The cool wind hit your freshly shaven legs, your pajama shorts riding upward alongside the wind.

The atmosphere in the room felt cozy, a drastic contrast to the wind which was blowing in your direction.

A soft sigh left your lips as you make your way off of yours and Leona’s shared bed to close the window and put the blinds down. Whilst doing this task you heard the bedroom door creak open, startling creaks from the floorboards emitted as the footsteps got closer.

After pulling down the blinds, you turned and saw your boyfriend Leona, who looked utterly disheveled.

A grunt left him as he stopped in front of you, already eyeing your revealing pajamas up and down, as if sizing you up.

He ran a hand through his mess hair, letting out a deep breath at the sensation.

His gaze lingered at your booty shorts before snapping back up to your face.

“Why don’t you dress like that every night?”

He murmured before leaning down to gather you into his arms, pushing his face into the crook of your neck.

You felt your skin start to heat up at Leona’s suddenly at of clinginess.

“Leona? Is something wrong?” You questioned, a worried tone taking onto your voice.

Leona shushed you with one word.

“Herbivore.” His voice slightly muffled due to his face being in the crook of your neck.

“I don’t know what’s gotten into me…tonight, can I have you?”

You froze at Leona’s question; he almost never initiated sex like this. Though, seeing him so needy and clingy ignited something in you, a hot and heavy feeling took over you as Leona pushed himself into you, as if trying to force your bodies together.

You felt yourself nod instantly at his request, your excitement seeping out of your words.

“Yes! I mean..sure.”

Before you knew it, Leona had manhandled you and tossed you onto the bed, wasting to time to crawl right after you, positioning himself on top of you.

He suddenly pushed his lips onto yours, kissing you deeply with all teeth, no tongue.

He grunted in the kiss, his hands finding your shirt, his sharp nails wasting no time cutting a fine line down the fabric. His hands then went to work with tearing the shirt completely off of you. You let out a small whine at the feeling of your sensitive skin being suddenly revealed and introduced to the cold air. Leona practically swallowed the whine you let out as he used his other hand to cup your cheek, forcing you back into the kiss.

After a few moments of rough kissing, Leona pulled back to get some air.

“Haah…haah….mm…”

He looked down at you as if you were some sort of meal.

Your lips were already feeling puffy due to Leona’s kissing but before you could pay any mind to that you felt a hand that could only belong to Leona suddenly grip your breast, his thumb increasingly rubbing at your nipple.

“Agh!~ L-Leona!” You started but Leona wasted no time leaning down to capture your lips into yet another rough kiss.

“Mmph…” He moaned out, his hands both make their departure towards the waistband of your silk shorts, his fingers dancing teasingly right above the skin.

Leona definitely was anything but gentle in the kiss, his teeth nipped your lips multiple times, only causing them to swell.

He once again bit down on your lips, you weren’t even sure if it was accidental at this rate. Though this time, your lips didn’t just swell, a little spot on your bottom lip started to bleed. Surprisingly, Leona didn’t bother to pull back, instead he simply licked the blood off of your lips and went right back to dominating your mouth, forcing you to taste your own blood on his tongue.

The iron taste from his tongue tranced onto your tongue, lingering for a moment.

After a few moments of deep kissing Leona pulled back once more, looking straight at your swollen lips.

“You okay, herbivore..? I wasn’t too rough was I?”

His eyes softened as he waited for an answer.

You had to drag yourself back down from cloud nine as you met Leona’s softening gaze through your eyelashes.

“Yeah…nothing hurts. Just keep going…please.”

Leona practically ripped off your pants, your panties coming down with it.

“Fuck yes.” He gasped out as he palmed his hardening length through his pants.

You could practically feel yourself get more and more aroused by the second, your clit was throbbing, begging to be touched by Leona.

Leona quickly made quick work of undoing his pants and taking off his underwear, his cock springing out like a coil.

A grin formed on his face as he sized you up.

He positioned himself right at your entrance, the tip of his cock already throbbing and forming beads of precum.

“Are you ready?” Leona asked, his chest already heaving with need.

You nodded instantly, feeling needy for him inside of you.

“Yes…I’m ready.”

With your clarification, Leona shoved himself into you, a low moan emitting from him as he bottomed out in you.

“Nngh…Yuu…”

He placed his hands on your hips to steady himself.

“Ungh!~” you whined out as Leona pushed this throbbing member inside of you.

Leona started to thrust, pushing himself in and out of you with a rhythm.

“Y-you feel so good Yuu..”

Leona moaned out, his grip on your hips tightening ever so slightly.

His thrusts only got faster and rougher whilst his other hand sneaked down to run your clit, only increasing the amount of overstim you were feeling.

“Hhnggh…L-Leo- ngh!~”

A particularly sharp thrust cut you off. Your eyes rolled back in ecstasy as you were penetrated. “Mmhhh…please Leona, please.”

A low chuckle came from Leona, his thrust only getting rougher, angled to directly hit your g-spot.

“Please what?” He teased, the speed of his thrusts increasing.

At this rate, trying to speak coherent sentences proved to be a challenge to you.

“Augh…L-Leona…nngh~”

Leona found himself become more and more ecstatic at the sound of your moans. He pulled out, the tip of his cock which was now turning an angry red was positioned just at your entrance.

“What is it herbivore? You gotta speak up.”

You tried to respond you really did but before you could even try

“UGHNNGH!~”

A sharp moan was ripped from you as Leona suddenly shoved himself back inside of you, thrusting with the same extreme force as before, not bothering to give you a break.

All of the sudden, you weren’t sure why. Maybe due to the overstim, a tear slipped down your cheek, then another. More tears formed in your eyes as Leona continued to fuck you stupid.

Leona’s thrusts suddenly came to an abrupt stop.

“Herbivore? Are you okay?? Does it hurt?” Leona asked worriedly, a tone you thought you’d never hear from him. He slowly started to extract himself from you when you grabbed his wrist.

“N-no…don’t. I like it, k-keep going.”

Leona froze, his eyes widening for a second.

“Are you sure? You still feel good?” Leona questioned, paying his movements as he scanned your face for any type of hesitation or pain.

You nodded your head rapidly, urging him to keep going.

“Y-yes…I feel good. Keep going!” You urged him once more to continue his thrust and he obliged.

As he continued to thrust, you continued to let out small cries and whimpers of pleasure. You noticed that Leona wouldn’t stop looking at your face intensely, especially your eyes. You wondered if something was on your face. In reality, as much as Leona didn’t want to admit it, he actually found himself becoming more and more turned on as you cried. He felt a bit guilty at first, yes but the feeling of arousal quickly overrode the feeling of guilt in him.

“Yuu…haah…haah..”

His thrusts became sloppy as he panted, letting out loud moans which mixed with yours, creating what sounded like music to your ears.

“C-close…” He panted out, slamming his hips against yours over and over again.

“M-me too.” You cried before using your hands to grip onto the pillows behind you.

A few sloppy thrusts later, the bed started to creak and groan and before you knew it

THUD!!!!

The bed just broke. The mattress collapsed as the boards broke.

Before you could even register any of it, you felt something hot and wet seeping into you. You looked down and saw Leona’s throbbing member inside of you, clearly done giving you what it was spent.

Leona looked up from you and at the headboard which was now not standing as high.

“Shit. We broke the bed yuu.”

He stated the obvious, you kept looking from the bed to your filled hole.

“Seriously Leona?”

You sighed, not even bothering to get up.

Leona followed suit, pulling out before flopping down on you, effectively using you as a human pillow. Sweat clung to both of your bodies.

“Oh well, we’ll deal with this in the morning.” He murmured before placing a kiss on your forehead, pulling the blankets over you afterwards.

THE END!!!

Yuu DOES get aftercare in the morning okay..?

(PLEASEEEEE request, I am literally open to anything!😍)

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New EXTREME nsfw fic of Leona?

YES!!

NO!!!

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IM SO SORRY I ACCIDENTALLY DELETED YOUR REQUEST💔💔 I can only hope and pray that you found this. I had lots of fun writing and editing this fanfic

A Silent Facade

A fluff Jamil x yuu fic which portrays how Jamil acts in front of others and behind the scenes with his lover.

-Made by the one and only😍😍 (Please ignore any grammatical errors that I managed to miss while proofreading!)

Jamil is mainly known for his stoic and nonchalant demeanor and tone towards others. His constant withdraw and pushback towards people who tried to get close to him is what built up this reputation of his, but you, you were different.

Some way, somehow, you were able to win Jamil’s seemingly cold heart. What you didn’t expect was his drastic contrast to how he acts on the outside and how he acts when you two are alone.

The afternoon sun was finally setting, creating a cast of pretty purples and oranges across the sky. A scent of cooked herbs and spices flowed through the Scarbia dorm. You had just finished taking a much needed nap after a long day of doing just about nothing when the smell hit them. You instinctively started to follow the enticing aroma which led you to the kitchen. Standing at the stove was your boyfriend Jamil. Various seasonings sat on the counter beside him, a pot with curry inside simmering.

A devilish grin formed on your face as you snuck up behind him to wrap your arms around his waist.

Jamil stiffened for a second, letting out a small grunt of surprise at the sudden touch before turning his head towards you. A small sigh left his lips before he relaxed in your arms. You let out a small snicker at his physical response.

“Whatcha cooking babe?”

You inquired, lifting your head to look at Jamil’s focused expression.

Jamil’s focused face turned into a look of content, a small but visible smile forming on his face.

“Just some curry. Nothing special.”

He said, taking a small disposable spoon, scooping a little of the curry with it.

“Can I please have som-“

You started, shifting upwards like an excited puppy.

Before you could finish your sentence Jamil brought the spoon to your mouth.

“Tell me if it needs anything, Hayati”

You felt your cheeks brighten at the Arabic nickname but you quickly shook those feelings off, taking the spoon in your mouth and tasting the curry.

After a few seconds of tasting the curry, you completely lit up taking Jamil’s hands in your own.

“Delicious! As usual Jamil!”

Jamil smiled at your compliment, moving his hand up to your forehead to gently flick it, a chuckle leaving his lips.

“Of course you think it’s delicious. You have no preference for food.”

He joked, turning off the stove and then turning to face you completely.

“Well it’s not my fault your food is delicious!”

For the first time in a while, Jamil’s eyes genuinely soften. He leaned in to give your forehead a quick kiss before pulling away.

After a few minutes of coaxing a conversation out of Jamil he followed you into the bedroom.

He was surprisingly the first one to flop down on the bed, patting the spot beside him enthusiastically.

“Come here, Hayati.”

You wasted no time getting into bed and crawling in right beside him, snuggling against his chest.

“You know, you’re a whole lot more different when you’re with me.”

Jamil wrapped his arm around you with a content sigh.

“Different?”

He asked, tilting his head.

“Yeah!”

You scooted impossibly closer to him.

“With other people, you’re so stoic and indifferent but with me, you’re like this.”

You motioned to him cuddling you.

Jamil chuckled before finally answering, pushing himself to sit upward.

“Because you, Hayati…you’ve seen too much of me already. There’s no point of hiding anything from you.”

You felt Jamil’s fingers slowly intertwine with yours, his movements slow and steady.

“Hayati…my love for you is insatiable.”

He leaned down to give your forehead a kiss, then your nose, then your lips.

“Insatiable…”

He gave your plump lips another gentle kiss before finally leaning back to rest against the headboard of the bed while you stared at him in awe, your forehead, nose and lips tingling from his kisses.

“Come here Hayati..”

He moved his hand downward to your hip to pull you upright and closer to him.

“I wanna feel you.”

His tone took on a slightly pleading one, a few strands of his hair coming loose from his ponytail.

You felt drowsiness start to take over you as you leaned against Jamil’s chest.

The sun eventually fell below the horizon, the night sky revealing itself.

Jamil’s soft breaths and the rise and all of his chest is what finally lulled you to sleep.

Hi I had lots of fun writing this request but I’m not sure if I really got it correctly as there wasn’t really a scenario to write out and I’m SO sorry if I didn’t wrote it the way you originally asked so here are some headcannons that go hand in hand with what you asked for

Jamil isn’t the type to become the total opposite person of himself when he’s with his lover, the main difference is his soft control turning into honesty.

Jamil tends to enjoy taking a seat next to you instead of hovering around his tasks as he usually does.

“You’re staring again.”

He doesn’t want to admit it but he LOVES cooking for you, constantly saying that he made too much and “doesn’t need the rest” so he gives it to you.

“I overcooked again, are you hungry?”

Calls you Arabic pet names while the both of you are alone and when he does do it, he says it in a delicate manner. (Hayati, ya amar, Omri, etc)

“Hayati? Where are you?”

Jamil enjoys teaching you how to dance. It all started with you attempting to dance at a school event and being unable to. Jamil watched you stumble and trip over your own feet before walking up to you and correcting your moves. His hands on your hips, guiding them where to move.

“Push your weight on this side.”

“Yes, just like that.”

“You’re not as bad as you think.”

He can be surprisingly needy for your touch, seeking it unconsciously. His fingers usually finding yours underneath the blanket and bringing them up to his lips to gently kiss at your knuckles.

“You are like a drug to me hayati…I can never get enough of you.”

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INTRO

HUGEEEE Leona Enthusiast

Interests- Twisted Wonder, Demon slayer, TSHD, BSD and JJK

I do take requests will ONLY ONLY write nsfw of 18+

If you wish to make a request you can DM me!

I do write lots of TWST and JJK and a little of BSD

I WILL decline your request if it happens to push my boundaries of what I write.

I write lots of Jamil X Yuu fics 👀