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sykostyles · 2 months

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let you love me 1.2.1 (a deleted scene)

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summary: in which Harry gives Y/N everything she deserves after bringing her home from their second date at the record store. can be read as stand alone! part one, two, three

a/n: okay.. I know I said it'd be a while before I did something like this, but I just took the plunge and did it.. I sat down and did it. I'm honestly terrified and plan on panic posting and hiding until tomorrow. A huge thank you to the lovely @cherryjuiceblues for being my beta/proof reader. All of your comments (and reactions) had me kicking my feet like a school girl. You're the sweetest, Sophie! I hope all of you enjoy another first of mine!

cw: smut. so much smut. all other context is in the previous parts above. p in v sex, creampie, oral (f receiving) semi-rough sex, prone bone sex, dirty talk, choking, teeny bit of cum play, (if I missed anything pls let me know!)

“I seem to remember a promise you made about taking me upstairs and giving me everything I deserve. I’m waiting for that promise to be kept, Mr. Styles.”

“Well then, allow me to demonstrate,” he says, flipping you both over so you were under him, eliciting a shriek of laughter from you.

Harry’s hands begin their trek down the expanse of your body; memorizing every curve and dip under his fingers. “How do you want me, baby?” He asks, placing kisses along the curve of your throat.

“Want whatever you’re willing to give me,” you rush out before pulling his lips back to yours.

“You have no idea what you’re asking for, sweetheart,” he grumbles into your ear, sliding one of his hands up to grasp your chin.

“Mm, promise I can take it,” you whimper, a wicked grin spreading across your spit-swollen lips.

“Yeah? Wanna be my good girl, huh?” He asks, repositioning his hand to grip the front of your throat. He notices the spark in your eyes alongside your grin when he squeezes lightly. “oh, god.” He thinks “I’m in trouble.”

“Uhuh uhuh. Please, Harry. Need it," you whine.

“You asked for this, baby.” With that he flips you over onto your front and places a firm smack on your ass making you mewl beneath him. He’s pulling up on your hips to give you a good arch, “Should we check how our girl is feeling back here, baby? Hm?” He teases you from his spot behind you. You whimper in response, but he firmly brings his hand down on your ass again. “Words, baby,” he says, rubbing his hand over your ass cheek.

“Y-yes,” you breathe out, turning your head so your cheek is resting on the pillow. He hooks his pointer fingers into the waistband of your panties and slowly peels them down your legs. Your breath hitches at the feeling of the cool air against your bare cunt.

“Ooh, look how pretty she is, baby. Can’t believe you’ve been hiding this from me.” He says, gliding his fingers up and down your slit making you shudder.

“You’re the one w–ho wanted to w–ait,” you remind him, making him smirk.

“Mm, suppose my girl is right,” he says, dipping a finger inside; making you gasp. “Should I give you a reward for being right?”

“Mhm! Please!” Harry smiles at your eagerness.

He adds a second finger before his thumb finds your clit, spelling his name over and over with his ministrations against the bundle. “Ooh, she likes that, love,” he says, placing a kiss on your asscheek. “Can feel you clenching around my fingers already,” He chuckles lowly behind you.

“M-more,” you plead, reaching behind you to grip his wrist.

“Already begging for more?” He teases. “I’ll give you more, don’t worry.” He’s adding a third finger now, speeding up his motions. Your grip on his wrist tightens making him hiss. “Gimme your hands, baby,” he says, stopping his motions, making you whimper at the loss of contact. He grabs both of your hands in a firm grip before pressing them to your lower back. Grabbing your discarded panties, he ties them around your wrists forcing your arms to stay folded against your back; leaving you completely at his mercy. “There we go. Now, where were we?” He smooths his hands over the expanse of your ass, “Oh, that’s right. We were just about here,” He says, placing his fingers back in their respective spots, earning a moan from deep in your throat.

“Harry, please, d-don’t stop,” you say, pushing your hips back to meet the thrusts of his fingers.

“Wouldn’t dream of it, love,” he says, “gonna let me have a taste? Can feel you getting close.”

“Mhm mhm, whatever you want. S’close, Harry.” He then dips his head down and swipes his tongue over your bundle of nerves, making you shudder.

“So sweet, baby. Could do this for hours,” the tips of his fingers keep grazing that spongy spot, making your brain go to complete mush. He can feel just how close you are, so he speeds his fingers up even more, “Cum for me, sweet girl. Give it all to me,” he mumbles against your core.

“Oh f–uck, Harry! M’cumming!” You cry out, your entire body tensing. A white hot flash spreads across your vision as you’re taken over with pleasure. Harry continues his movements, working you through every ounce of your orgasm.

“There we go, baby. So good.” Harry praises you as you’re coming down, his tongue cleaning every bit up. “Tastes so good. Such a sweet girl.” He coos as he pulls your legs so you’re laying flat. “You doing alright?” he asks, rubbing his hands up your legs, before stopping at your ass cheeks to rub slow circles..

“Mhm,” you whine, feeling Harry’s fingers spread your cheeks apart.

“You ready for more?” He inquires, not wanting to push you too far.

“Yes please,” you mumble into the pillow.

“So polite, baby. Where’d my little spit fire go? She go hide because I got you all flustered? Hm?”

“Harry, please,” you plead, making him smirk. He stands to pull his boxers off before joining you on the bed again.

“I got you, baby, don’t worry,” He says before crawling up the expanse of your body. He slides one arm under your shoulders, grasping your throat in his hand before pressing his body weight onto you. “Gonna make you feel so good, my girl,” he promises before craning your neck to place a kiss on your parted lips. He reaches down with his other hand, guiding his cock to your entrance, gathering some of your arousal on his tip before slowly pressing inside; making both of you moan in unison at the sensation. “Oh–hah, f-fuck. So tight, baby,” he growls in your ear, inching his way inside. He’s turning your brain to mush once again without even trying.

“J-jesus, Harry. S-so big.” You whine. “C-can’t take it.”

“Oh, I know you can, pretty girl,” He coos in your ear. “And you will,” he says, pushing in to the hilt. The sound he pulls from your throat makes him feel a sense of pride. “See? There we go,” he says, pressing a firm squeeze against your throat. “Knew you could do it.”

You whimper in response. “H-harry.”

“Yes, sweet girl?” He internally groans at the feeling of you clenching down on him..

“M-move, please.”

“Anything for you, love,” he’s sliding his hips back far enough to leave his tip inside, to then slam back into you repeatedly, turning you into a moaning mess beneath him. “Yeah, baby? That feel good?” He asks. He’s doing everything in his power to not finish too early; the feeling of your thighs alongside the feeling of your plush, warm walls has his head spinning far earlier than anticipated. But he can tell you’re not far behind. Seems his girl likes it a little rougher. He’d be sure to remember to have a more in depth conversation with you regarding harder limits later.

“M’close, Harry. S’close!” You rush out. You’re in complete heaven. The constant rush of the tip of his cock grazing your g spot, and the ridges of every vein against your walls have your head rushing and your arousal pooling in your gut.

“M’too, pretty. So close,” Harry says as he reaches down with his other hand and lifts your hip enough to connect his fingers to your clit one more time, rubbing in tight circles. His other hand still having a firm grip on your throat. “Cum.” He commands, feeling the band snap within you.

“OH, F–UCK,” you start to unravel. Harry squeezes the sides of your throat just a little tighter to really tip you over the edge. His speed doesn’t falter, however. He’s determined to milk every ounce of your orgasm out of you.

“Yeah, baby, there we go. Such a good girl,” He praises, releasing his grip on your neck to push himself up. He takes hold of your bound hands, pulling them towards him and giving your back that perfect arch. “G’na cum, baby,” he warns, “Where d’ya want me?”

“I-inside, please, Harry. Cum for me, please!” You beg, making him groan.

“Oh, f–fuck,” his hips stutter at your plea. Of course he obliges. White hot ropes are filling you to the brim. “Just like that, baby– shit,” he groans, continuing to roll his hips into you. “Gonna milk me dry.”

“'So good, Harry,” you mumble into the pillow.

His hips slowly come to a halt against your ass, and he reaches up to undo the knot keeping your wrists together. Your arms fall to your sides as he lays his weight on top of you again, pressing kisses along the curve of your shoulder. “Did so well for me, baby,” He whispers against your skin. You turn your head to capture a glimpse of his face and he’s smiling.

“You’re so pretty.” You say, reaching your hand up to cradle the side of his face.

“Am I?” He asks, placing a kiss to your nose.

“Mhm. Promise.” You smile at him. “Kiss?”

“Like you have to ask.” He says leaning down to you, capturing your lips with his. He takes hold of your wrist, noticing the red marks from your underwear. “Sorry, love.’ He coos, before pressing his lips softly to the marks.

“S’okay. Felt good.” You affirm. “You’re still hard.” You say wiggling your hips against him, making yourself whimper at the feeling of his cock grinding inside you at your movements.

“Mm, noticed that, did you?” He teases.

“Kind of hard to miss.” You roll your eyes at him.

“Hey now, where’d my good girl go, hm?” He inquires, swatting his hand against your ass making you squeal. “Who’s this brat?” He quickly pulls himself out of you, making you hiss at the sudden empty feeling. Taking hold of your hips, he flips you over once more beneath him. “Hi, baby,” he says once you’re face to face.

“Hi, stranger,” you whisper, smiling up at him and sliding your arms around his neck to pull him closer to you.

“Where’d that attitude go?” He teases, rubbing his cock up and down your slit, catching all of your mixed arousal on his tip, and making your breath hitch when his tip would catch in your entrance.

“D-don’t worry, she’s s-still here,” you whimper against his lips, making him smile.

“Good,” he starts, placing a heated kiss to your lips. “Guess I gotta keep going then,” he says, pushing his cock back inside, fucking his cum from before right back into you and making you gasp. “Good thing though–” He continues, gripping behind your knees to bring your legs against your chest, making his cock push into that spot over and over “--Because I want to watch your pretty face the next time you fall apart on my cock.”

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wandering-winchesters · 1 year

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Who Did This To You?

Pairing: Dean x Reader Word Count: 4,077 (Oops) Summary: Sam and the reader are close friends, Dean on the other hand is kept at a distance. The reader has a boyfriend, who turns out to be abusive. What will happen when Dean finds out? Trigger Warnings: Mentions of domestic violence, bruises and brief mention of blood. Requested: No, just something I thought up. A/N: I am really happy with how this turned out, please let me know what you think. <3

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I press the accelerator down further, hot tears brimming in my eyes, frantic to get back to the bunker. Back to safety and Sam. I need to talk to Sam, he always knows how to calm me down. My boyfriend, Chris and I had fought tonight and it had been bad, he had gotten in my face and screamed at me over the smallest thing. I put up with it for almost an hour, before I got up and left. What had started out as utter rage had slowly turned to gut wrenching sobs throughout the long drive home. I pull into the driveway for the bunker, parking next to the Impala and quickly making the walk from the car to the door. I unlock it quickly slipping inside, I kick my boots off at the front door and head to the kitchen hoping to find Sam. Much to my dismay, the face looking back at me is indeed not Sam, but the other Winchester, Dean. He looks up at me, his eyes searching my face and his brows drawing together when he notices my expression and the tears on my cheeks. I sniff, quickly wiping them away but it’s too late, he’s already seen them.

“Where’s Sam?” I ask, drawing on every ounce of strength within in me to keep my wits about me for a few more minutes. Dean takes his time to answer, taking a sip from the beer he is holding as he studies me carefully. I shift my weight from one foot to the other, waiting anxiously for his reply.

“He went out for a bit, said he needed to get out of the bunker. Can’t say I blame him.” He says, tucking his bottom lip between his teeth momentarily before taking another sip of his beer. I give Dean a short nod and mutter a thanks before turning on my heel, intent upon heading straight to my room but his voice stops me once again.

“You’ve been crying.” He states, matter-of-factly. I freeze in my tracks, weighing my next options carefully. Why does he care? He’s seen me cry before and it hasn’t exactly made him kinder to me. I square my shoulders and turn around to face him once again, his eyes still locked on me. He looks as if he is carefully analyzing my every move, every breath I take and every word that I speak. He’s leaning against the counter top, one leg bent resting on the cabinet behind him. His arms crossed across his chest, supporting the hand that’s holding his beer.

“Why do you care?” I ask, my voice a bit more volatile than I initially intended. I am too tired to put effort into being nice to him, a sentiment that he rarely ever gives to me. He is slightly taken aback by my words, a fact made obvious by the way he holds his hands up to the side, shrugging his shoulders slightly.

“Just thought you might want to talk about it, since Sam isn’t here.” He replies, his tone soft and gentle, something I’d never received from him before. It wasn’t like we were enemies or anything, but he didn’t particularly care for me and I shared the same sentiment about him. We butted heads over everything, he always tried to hold me back on hunts, making me feel incapable and inferior.

“Ill be fine.” I mutter, moving to walk away once again, and once again he stops me his words cutting through me like a silver knife.

“Did he hurt you?” He asks, his voice unreadable, but his face screams danger, depending on my answer. I look at him, my eyes searching his face for any explanation of where this was coming from, but he’s impassive other than anger. I don’t trust my voice, so I shake my head no. It wasn’t exactly a lie, he hadn’t physically hurt me, he didn’t need to his verbal threats were enough.

“I’m just going to go to bed. Thanks anyways.” I say and he nods slightly but he’s not fooled. I turn and actually walk away this time and make it to my room before my tears start to fall again. I sit down on the edge of my bed pulling my phone out of my pocket, intending to send Sam a text, but I am distracted by the multiple messages flooding the screen. Beginning with anger and threats, before changing to apologies and begging for my forgiveness. I toss my phone onto the floor, too tired to deal with the nonsense tonight. The interaction with Dean replays in my head, his kindness strange and cause for reflection. It isn’t as if he was ever a complete asshole to me, but he was never fond of me. I had always been Sam’s friend and Dean just put up with my presence. Neither one of them ever intended for me to start hunting with them, it was a matter of wrong place wrong time. Sam and I had met in college and I went looking for him when he disappeared from classes, the week I found him happened to be when the yellow eyed demon came calling a few years ago, and I had stuck with them ever since. Intent upon learning everything I could about the supernatural. Sam had welcomed me in with open arms and Dean had been dragged along kicking and screaming, metaphorically speaking. Well, mostly metaphorically, he did a lot of yelling. So the concern Dean had for me tonight, was well concerning. It was throwing me for a bit of a loop, curiosity sparking within me. Did he actually care about me and his disdain for me was just a front? No, surely not. I had been with them for three years and this was an utter first. I brush the thoughts aside and close my eyes, hoping that sleep will over take me. Hours later, it finally does.

I wake to knocking on my door, I yell out a muffled come in, and Sam sticks his head in, his expression apologetic.

“Hey sorry to wake you, I am about to head out but I wanted to check in on you before I do. Dean said you were upset and looking for me last night, you could’ve called me Y/N, I would have come back earlier.” I had sat up in bed to look at him and he had opened my door the rest of the way. I smiled softly at the tall man standing in front of me, his hair messy and the collar on his flannel offset.

“Its okay Sammy, you have a good night out?” I ask and he grins sheepishly, nodding his head in response.

“Yeah, actually, I met a girl at the bar. I am heading back to her place now actually. You doing okay?” He asks me, his smile contagious. I chuckle, shaking my head slightly, but smile back at him.

“Yeah I am good, go get ‘em tiger.” He laughs at my response, and jogs off down the hallway yelling a see you later over his shoulder. He had forgotten to shut my door behind him, I sigh throwing my blankets to the side and standing up beside my bed.

I stretch my body, groaning slightly as the tension in my shoulders works it way out. I throw on the jeans I had worn yesterday, before finding a new shirt to wear, I settle on my favorite green tee, a memento from my college years. I pick my phone up from the floor, scanning the mass of texts and calls all from one person. Before sending him a quick message,

8:33 A.M. I’ll be over shortly, I just woke up.

I take a deep breath and grab my keys from my dresser and head towards the entry to the bunker. Dean is in the kitchen again, this time making himself breakfast. He gives me a slight smile as I walk past him towards the door. I smile back but keep on my path to my boots, still left haphazardly by the door where I had tossed them last night. “Need breakfast?” Dean calls from the behind me, I look back over my shoulder and see him standing in the doorway to the kitchen, skillet in one hand, towel in the other.

“Not hungry, thanks though. I’ll be back later!” I say, beginning to head out the door to the bunker. I hear him call out something along the lines of ‘be careful’ but I don’t stop to question it, our interaction from last night still weirding me out.

In hindsight, I should’ve gone back inside this morning. Had breakfast with Dean and ignored Chris’ frenzy of messages. Going over his place this morning was probably the worst idea I have ever had, it hadn’t gone well, worse than I had ever imagined. His messages to me last night and this morning had me convinced that he would apologize for his actions and yet that is the farthest thing from what happened. By the time I had gotten there, he had switched from apologetic to angry again. Instead of his words, he let his fists do the talking. The first time catching me so off guard it knocked me off my feet successfully splitting my lip, the second time I had dodged his blow, stepping out of his reach and yelling at him to keep his hands off of me and trying to leave. But the third. The third landed square on my jaw, knocking me unconscious.

I had come to from Chris shaking me and crying apologies. His touch sending waves of nausea through me, revolted by the thought of him. Glancing at my reflection in the surface of his coffee table I noticed the rapidly forming bruise. A mark that would serve as a vivid reminder of his actions and my inability of acting like a good, obedient girlfriend. Or so he said, after spending the morning accusing me of cheating on him with Sam. No matter what I said, it wasn’t enough to convince him that we were just friends and he had just lost it on me. I had left in a rush when he went to the bathroom, leaving everything but my phone and my keys behind on his couch. The ache in my body spurring me to move faster out of his place and into the safety of my car. The seconds it took me to get from his living room to the drivers seat, felt like an eternity. I had driven as fast as I dared back to the bunker, checking my rear view mirror constantly watching and waiting for him to appear behind me, but he didn’t. So here I sit, outside the bunker, debating the best way to get into my room without someone noticing the bruises still forming on my face. Not wanting the attention or, more likely the “I told you so’s” from Dean. I grabbed the hat from my passenger seat, tugging it low over my face. I rearrange my hair, framing it around my face in such a way that it covers as much of my jaw as it can. I take a deep breath and exit my vehicle, taking the few steps required into the bunker.

I shut the door as quietly as I can, taking soft steps towards my room. I hope to make it into the safety and silence of my room without anyone noticing, I am not even sure who is home at this time but I don’t want to see either of them. I had nearly reached the safety of my space, but I head Dean’s door swing open behind me.

“Y/N, you’re home sooner than I expected. Sam isn’t back yet.” He says and I freeze in my tracks, praying he doesn’t continue the conversation.

“Okay, thanks!” I say, my voice coming out shrill and unsteady, the opposite of what I was trying to sound like. I hear him move to close his door, but he hesitates and I can feel his eyes burning a hole in the back of my head.

“What happened to your jeans? Why is there blood on them?” He asks, and I internally curse myself out for my stupidity. I had wiped my hand across my thigh after wiping the blood off my busted lip. I must have taken too long to give him an answer, because I hear him moving closer to me and I close my eyes waiting for the moment that I had hoped to avoid. “Y/N, look at me.” He says and I can feel him ever so close to me. I turn around, keeping my eyes trained on the ground and my face angled away from him. He reaches out and gently grabs my chin, pulling it towards him so he can see me. I bite my tongue to keep the slight gasp from slipping past, his touch on my bruised jaw causing a ripple of pain to travel throughout my nerves, but he notices and his touch lightens. The opposite of his face, his expression darkens, eyes traveling over my skin. His other hand comes up and pulls my baseball hat off my head, revealing all of the color spreading through my skin, reds and purples mainly at this point in time.

“Who did this to you?” He growls, not waiting for a response his hand drops to my wrist and tugs me behind him. I follow his lead back towards the kitchen, when we get there he points to the counter muttering one word through his angry stupor, “Sit.” I don’t, but he doesn’t notice immediately, his attention turning to something else. He walks over to the freezer and digs out the ice packs that we kept frozen for any injuries that might surface.

When he turns around, his eyes are trained on me, a scowl engrained in his features. He sets the icepack down, before he turns to me, grabs my waist and lifts me up onto the countertop. I am caught off guard by his actions, a gasp leaving my lips from his sudden movements. His hands on my hips the most amount of physical touch that has ever been shared between the two of us.

I train my eyes to the floor, not daring to meet his gaze. He had stepped away again, digging through the cabinets for what I think is the first aid kit. I begin to let my thoughts wander, the dull ache in my jaw pulling me back to the moment that it happened. The pure evil hidden behind his eyes, the look of absolute enjoyment he had as he watched me struggle, his hands rough and violent against my body. But I am snapped back to reality by Dean’s gentle touch, his fingertips gingerly raising my chin to look at him. Tears are beginning to form in my eyes, adrenaline wearing off and emotion taking back over. I take a deep breath, hating the way my lip quivers, still dreading showing weakness to the older Winchester. He notices, he notices all of it, but he doesn’t say anything. He gently wipes away my tears and brings a cold cloth to my lip, cleaning up the cut from the first punch. I can feel anger radiating off of his skin, even though his touch is displaying the complete opposite.

“Did Chris do this?” He asks, his attention moving from the split in my lip to the gash on my forehead. I hiss as he wipes it clean, an antiseptic wipe pinched between his fingers, he mutters a slight apology, but continues patching me up.

“Yeah, he did. He lost it on me this morning, over nothing. It’s my fault though, I ignored all of his messages after I came home last night, so he was angry.” Dean freezes, his fingers stilling on my skin. I look up at him, confused as to why he stopped and I notice his jaw is clenched so tight that it has to be painful.

“Don’t ever say those words again, you hear me?” He locks his eyes on mine, fury absolutely radiating off of every inch of his body. “None of this, none, is your fault, you got it?” His words are sharp and pointed, his intent clear. I nod in response, he obviously didn’t want to hear anymore, got it. I would keep my mouth shut.

He continues patching me up, before he stills, looking me over from head to toe once more. He hands me the ice-pack he had laid out and instructs me to keep it on my jaw. He turns his back to me and washes his hands in the kitchen sink.

“Where does the fucker live?” He asks, his voice low and so calm that it scares me slightly.

“Why Dean?” This is when he snaps, the anger that has been coursing through him coming out in one big tsunami of a wave, now that he knows I am okay.

“Because I am going to go beat the absolute hell out of him, show him a bit of his own medicine.” He says, each word leaving his lips like a bullet leaving a gun. Dangerous and aimed at one specific target.

I sit quietly, unsure how to respond.

“Why? I didn’t think you’d care this much, figured-“

“Oh for fucks sake!” He interrupts me and I jump from the sheer volume of his voice, he walks back over to me and stands directly in between my knees, he rests his hands on my thighs and his eyes meet my own once again.

“I have always cared about you Y/N, from that day you showed up at our motel. Your search for Sam finally at an end. I have watched you let men into your life that don’t give two shits about you, I have watched how they treated you and I have hated every single one. None of them deserve you, they are all pitiful excuses for boyfriends. I heard you crying to Sam, each time one of them broke your heart and I had to sit back and not do anything about it. You deserve more than anyone can give you, including myself. Which is why I never said anything, I kept you at a distance. I can’t do that anymore, I can’t keep watching you put yourself into these situations. God, if you hadn’t left, he could have killed you. Probably would have killed you, and then I never would have been able to tell you that I-, that I love you.” He says, his voice growing less angry after each word leaves his mouth. My brain is spinning by the end of his speech, his words swirling around my head making me dizzy. He squeezes my leg gently, causing me to snap back to reality once again.

I blink at him, once, twice, three times before his words finally settle over me and I am completely speechless. I never saw this coming, I admit I have feelings for him, but I had pushed them so far away because of his hatred for me.

“Dean, I-I don’t know what to say. I always thought you hated me, so I supressed my feelings for you, I dated other men because I thought you would never want anything to do with me. I’m sorry, that I hurt you. I love you too.” I whisper, my hands coming to rest on top of his. He tugs me towards him, his fingers digging into my hips and sliding me across the counter into his embrace.

“God, Y/N, I am so sorry he did this to you. He will never lay a finger on you again, I promise.” He says, his voice barely registering because of how quiet he is speaking. I can hear how close he is to tears, but don’t mention it to him. I hug him back and relish the way his touch makes me feel. How safe I am in his presence, every fear melting away.

I hear the door to the bunker open and Sam calls out a greeting. Dean pulls away from me slightly, but keeps his hand resting on my thigh.

“In the kitchen Sammy.” He calls out, and gently squeezes my leg in reassurance.

Sam rounds the corner and stops dead in his tracks, his eyes locking on my bruised face and anger quickly replaces the initial shock.

I look away from him, shame creeping over me. I put myself into the situation and this was the outcome, now both of them are aware of what I got myself into and it is crashing down on me in waves. I hear Dean talking to Sam, explaining everything that had happened. By the end of it, both boys were rearing to go track him down and give him a taste of his own medicine, or worse. Little did we all know, they were about to get their chance and they wouldn’t even have to leave the bunker.

A knock sounds at the door and Sam trails off mid sentence, glancing between Dean and myself, an obvious attempting at asking if we were expecting someone. Neither of us were, and suddenly it hit me. He’s here, he had followed me. My heart is in my throat, my breathing is heightened and shallow. My eyes meet Deans and he knows exactly what I am thinking. “Stay here, sweetheart. Sam, let’s go.” He says, giving me one last look before the two of them walk out of the room and towards the source of the incessant knocking. I don’t listen however, I slide down off the counter and hurry after them. Not wanting to be left alone and waiting to find out the outcome of this visit. Dean throws open the door to the bunker, immediately grabbing my now ex-boyfriend by the collar of his shirt and pushing him backwards away from the entrance. Sam is quick to step outside next to Dean, the boys creating a wall between me and Chris. Dean withholds the fury of his fist and issues quite a few colorful threats, instilling a healthy fear into Chris. He pulls him up by his shirt again and shoves him towards his car. They stand, watching him leave before turning and heading back into the bunker. Sam is quick to be by my side, pulling me into a hug. Apologies flying from his lips. I reassure him that I am okay, my eyes remaining locked on Dean. Hoping that the moment that we had shared wasn’t a one time thing, dying to once again be in his arms.

I excuse myself from the two of them, heading to the bathroom to clear my head. I spend a few minutes in there, my hands gripping the edge of the sink. Taking breath, after breath, trying to pull myself together. The whirlwind of a day, completely blindsiding me. I open the door to the bathroom and scan the hallway, empty. I take a chance and cross the hall towards Dean’s room. Knocking on the door and being beckoned in by his voice on the other side of the door.

I open the door and cross the threshold, closing the door quietly behind me. His eyes are on me immediately and I stare back at him, my heart nearly beating out of my chest. Four words hang heavy in my throat, fear of rejection constricting my voice. I clear my throat and finally utter the words I had been thinking.

“Did you mean it?”

“Of course I did, Y/N. I will always mean it.” He whispers, and that is all it takes for me to cross the room and throw my arms around him. He immediately hugs me back, tugging me as close to him as physically possible. His lips press against my forehead, sending shivers down my spine. The warmth his body provides is all consuming and like heaven on earth. A feeling that I had never had before, it was clear that this was where I was meant to be.

“I will always keep you safe Y/N, I promise you that. I love you.” Dean says, his lips brushing against my skin as he speaks. I knew he meant it with all of his heart and that was more than enough for me.

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moonydustx · 10 months

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Love me

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Pairing: Bucky Barnes x F!Reader

Summary: a sudden breakup leaves you questioning what could have happened to Bucky, until you discover he just wanted to keep you safe.

Warnings: a little angst, drama, smut ( p in v, f receiving oral, dirty talk) A lot of tears, but with a happy ending. If I left something out, just let me know.

WC: ~ 3k

A/N: Just an excuse to write about make-up sex with Bucky. No beta, sorry for possible errors as English is not my first language. Also, I'm not used to writing smut, but I hope you like it.

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"You need to leave." Bucky asked, without even looking you in the eye.

"What does that mean Buck, did something happen?" you tried to touch him, but Bucky dodged your hands. "What is happening?"

"This mission made me think of many things..." he sat in the kitchen chair, Alpine didn't take long to pass between his legs, waiting for a caress. "I wasn't made for this life, for this." he pointed to the small space between you two.

"Wait, what do you mean?" your voice was already trembling when trying to at least understand what was happening. "Are you breaking up with me? Buck, two days ago everything was perfect, what happened? Please, I need you to explain."

"I already told you, I just..." for a second he looked at your face. The thick tears that ran down your cheeks made him feel his own throat close. He would have a few more reasons to hate himself after that. "I can not do this anymore."

"Is this your best explanation?" you charged and he just shrugged.

The noise of your engagement ring hitting the kitchen table bothered him, but not as much as seeing you walk out the living room door without even looking back. For the first time in a while, it was his turn to allow tears to flood his face.

One month, thirteen days and a few hours.

Maybe it wasn't the healthiest thing in the world to count the dates of the last time you saw your ex, the fateful day he kicked your ass.

You wish you were one of those people that you get over easily, or at least pretend to be by posting happy pictures on social media, but that wouldn't be you.

Your type was more to isolate yourself and drown in your own sorrows, which was also not possible due to work. You had to put on your best social mask and move on, even if you still didn't believe a word Bucky had said.

"Chef, there's a visitor for you." Tyler, one of your employees, caught your eye.

Before he even speaks, you can feel him watching you. Everyone there knew something was wrong.

"How urgent?" you ask with zero atention.

"It's an avenger, so I assume this is the most urgent we've ever had at this restaurant."

The knife in your hand fell onto the board, a chill running through your body. If it was Bucky, Tyler would have told you, after all, your ex-boyfriend had already spent a lot of nights accompanying you to the restaurant. Could be news about him, maybe not good stuff.

"Annya, can you take over for me?" you asked, hearing a "Yes, chef!" by far.

Your mind ran through different scenarios, the vast majority without a happy ending, while you took off your tame and cap.

The weight on your shoulders disappeared when you saw Sam smiling, waiting for you at one of the tables. As soon as he got to his feet, you hugged him.

"I thought I wouldn't have the privilege of seeing the head chef."

"Consider yourself privileged then, because tonight promises." you settled into the chair across from him. Despite the smiles and the mild climate, something told you that there was something more. "So, you came to try the new meat."

"No, not today, but I'm still trying. I'm here to talk about Bucky."

"Did something happen?" your heart immediately sped up, all those fears coming back like a flood.

"It's all right with him." Sam reassured you, noticing your posture change at the time. "I have some information and to be honest I can't stand to see him suffer over it any longer."

"Suffer for what?"

"You, what else would it be?"

"Sam, he chose to leave me. It still hurts, but there's nothing you can do about it." you explained, seeing him nod. "But if there's anything I can help you."

"I'd rather tell you and then you choose what to do. On the last mission, some personal information was leaked. About the team, about Sarah, the boys, you."

"Exactly what about me?"

"About you and Bucky, they used that to try and coerce him, that's what made him choose to walk away from you." he handed you a cell phone.

On the screen, a photo of you and Bucky leaving the restaurant at night, another of the two of you running together, another of you in a coffee shop.

"Who got this? I-I... Are we in danger?" you looked around for suspects, for cameras trained on the two of you, but found only people engrossed in their own conversations. "Who made this?"

"It does not matter now."

"How does it not matter?"

"Bucky sorted it out and whoever it is, they won't be bothering you anymore." Shit. Sam doesn't need to say more for you to understand what resolve means. "I'm only telling you this because I know you still like him."

"It takes two to make a relationship, at the very least." you responded right away.

"Just think, wouldn't someone who did all this thinking about protecting you love you?" Sam asked and laughed when he saw your confused face. "Oh man, you two deserve each other."

"Should I talk to him?"

"Well, he's in town, no plans for the next mission. Maybe you should." Sam shrugged and got to his feet. "Now that I've taken this weight off of me, I'll let you work, but I'll be back and you better cook the best steak I've ever had."

"Order noted." you said goodbye to him with a quick hug. "Thanks Sam."

"Don't thank me, I'm just doing my part as the future best man." he winked, eliciting a laugh from you and then left.

The evening at the restaurant, despite being full, seemed to take forever to pass. Amidst the food, your head wandered over the images you'd seen, what Sam had said.

It was past midnight when you got home. You took a hot shower, somehow trying to calm your mind, but that wasn't enough. Before putting on your pajamas, you thought a little more. You couldn't miss that opportunity, even if it was to close that chapter of your life. You got dressed and headed towards Bucky's apartment.

Your legs made you walk from side to side, restless in front of the door, your mind bubbled with possible excuses for a visit during the night. You knocked a few times and got no response, but you couldn't just walk away.

The keys you still had danced between your trembling fingers before they even reached the lock. Upon opening the door, you can see Alpine look up curiously, immediately jumping off the couch and going to tangle at your feet.

"Hello for you too!" you bent down, feeling the soft white hairs by your hand.

The door behind you closed by itself, giving you only the trouble to lock it again. The small apartment seemed untouched since the last time you were there, you took off your three shoes, leaving them next to Bucky's boots, an old habit.

The same brown cushions as the Alpine ration in the same corner. Your photo still next to the TV. If you closed your eyes, you could remember the day that picture was taken, your nervous laughter being on a Ferris wheel and Bucky's arms around your waist.

You've heard Bucky before you've even seen him in full. The murmurs came from the side of the sofa, and as you feared to find him, he was lying on the floor, only a pillow and a sheet protecting his body from the cold floor. He was muttering something incomprehensible, even from a distance you could see the sweat gather on his face.

Trying to get closer without scaring him, you knelt beside where he was lying, Alpine climbed on the arm of the sofa, carefully following your every move.

"Buck?" you called him in a whisper, not having much effect. This time, you chose to touch his shoulder, shaking it slightly, the nickname involuntarily falling from your lips. "Babe?"

As if out of breath, Bucky sat up, catching all the apparently lost breath. It took a few seconds for his blue irises to meet yours, trying to assimilate what was happening.

"Am I still dreaming?" he muttered to himself, it was only when he felt your hand take his that he seemed to realize reality. "You are here?"

"Yes." you replied, settling into a sitting position.

For a few seconds, you chose to just watch him. The disheveled hair and beard had been undone for some time, a little longer than usual. Next to his military dog tag, hung the ring you wore. Regret took over your body for leaving behind.

"Are you well?" his husky voice interrupted you from daydreaming about the two of you's recent past. Trying to push those thoughts away, you just shook your head and tried to do your best on your own, but you already knew him to know that wouldn't convince him.

"I should be asking that. Was I having a nightmare?"

"Yes... I couldn't sleep and in the little time I could, some demons decided to take the time to disturb me." just as you had, he smiled and just like him, you knew that all was not well. "What are you doing here?"

"Needed to see you." your hand that clung to him let go, busy pinching your own hand nervously. "I've been talking to Sam."

"I don't know what he told you, but I can guarantee..."

"Please let me speak." you cut him off, afraid he would ask you to go again. "I know about the threats, I know about everything and I wonder what your head must be like. But what I want you to understand is that I'm okay with it."

"You do not understand."

"You can help me with this. It may sound silly, but, I don't know, I can learn to defend myself, I can spend more time around you. I just don't accept that our story ends like this, for fear of something that still it didn't even happen. I want to try, I want to stay!" you had to pull yourself together after dumping everything on him.

It could just be your impression, or maybe just the street light streaming in through the window, but you could have sworn his eyes were teary.

His hands pulled yours to lock around the back of his neck. In a rush of courage, you crossed your legs over his, settling in his lap. His hands slid down your back, locking onto your waist.

"Say you don't want me, that you don't love me anymore and I'm gone." you whispered and he immediately denied it.

"They said your name, they talked about you, about us and I didn't know how to react." he closed his eyes for a moment, sighing as he felt your fingers tangle in his hair. "I don't think I've ever felt that… that fear. I thought it would be easier to walk away than stick around and let them hurt you. But shit, it hurt. It still hurts not to have you around."

"If you want, I can stay away, just ask, I understand. I just need you to be honest." His hands, previously tied around your waist, went up to your face, wiping away a few tears. "Now if I stay, we'll get through this together. Please..." your voice came out a lot lower than you expected. "Ask me to stay, tell me you still love me."

Your current self was waiting for an answer, yearning to hear those damn three words. Your now self didn't have a shred of regret. If at any time you dared to rethink what had been said, that was left behind when you felt his lips on yours.

His right hand tangled in your hair, deepening his lips on you, while the other kept you attached to him, squeezing your waist. His tongue drew the roof of your mouth, such a good and familiar feeling. God, how you missed that.

"I love you." Bucky's voice murmured, moving just a few millimeters from your lips. "I love you." he stole another kiss, this time even more intense. "I love you, every bit, every part." the kisses began to go down the back of your neck, reaching that part that shivered your entire body.

"Bucky, please."

"Let me love every piece of you, please doll." he asked, letting his tongue run up to the edge of your ear. "Fuck, let me show you that I haven't stopped loving you for a second."

"You have no idea how much I've missed you babe." you whispered, pressing your still covered intimacy against him.

Heat was starting to build up in your core, making it impossible to think. His lips pulled away from yours, only for in a single thrust, he'd jump to his feet and keep you locked in his arms. It didn't take long for you to feel your body against the soft fabric of the bed. Bucky took a little time to admire you, there again. The red eyes, the shy smile that was still there, even after so long.

"I missed you so much, here, in my bed, being all mine" his eyes asked permission to continue and a slight nod was enough for your pants and your blouse to find the bedroom floor.

His metallic hand ran over your shoulder, gently removing your bra, with each new piece of skin uncovered, you felt his lips deposit quick kisses, the urgency to be able to feel each piece of yours.

"Do not tease me." you asked when his lips touched your nipple. The tongue circling the protruding point, eliciting a timid groan from you.

"You are so sensitive, so good." the wet kisses descended towards your intimacy, touching with the lips the thin and humid fabric that prevented it from going exactly where you wanted.

You even tried to fight back, but even strangled, Bucky could hear you.

"Don't hold back, babe." he pulled the fabric off, tossing it along with the pile of clothes on the floor. Distracted lips, sliding down your thigh. "Let me hear you."

"It's dawn Buck, I don't want them to think... Fuck!" his tongue went straight to your clitoris, eliciting a muffled scream.

"What you saying." he pulled back a little, just to admire her intimacy. "All this for me?"

"It's how I missed you." Bucky dove into your intimacy, sucking your spot.

You could already feel your body about to boil. His tongue slowly circling your clit, while one of his fingers slowly entered your pussy, soon becoming two.

Sweet nothings came out of your lips, begging for something you didn't even recognize and it didn't take long for your vision to become blurred when you felt his tongue being replaced by the vibranium hand, the fingers cold as snow in contact with your clit were more than enough to reach your peak.

"Don't stop, please, please Bucky!"

"Give it to me honey, I know you want to come for me."

For a few seconds, amid an almost hoarse scream, your previously blurred vision disappeared for good. Your legs were shaking as you felt him settle between them. The lips still wet from your juice slid down your cheek, making you blink slowly.

"Still with me doll?"

"Yeah babe." you took his lips, tasting your own and giving him the freedom he needed to enter you.

He thrust slowly, Bucky's face hid in your neck as he moaned low, murmuring sweet nothings to you. So tight love. How I missed this pussy, made for me. You are mine, all mine.

The speed gradually increased, the headboard of the bed knocked insistently against the wall and you just hoped that the neighbors had a heavy sleep.

"Love, I can't hold it anymore." his hand went down to your clit, circling the most sensitive spot on your body. "I can sense that you can't either."

"Just like that Bucky, keep fucking like that." you begged, feeling the heat take over your body again.

"Come with me my angel. I can feel you tighten around me, give me one more, just one more."

The moans of both of you came out in unison and leaving you on the verge of an orgasm, it was only necessary to feel his hot liquid invade you to reach your own peak.

Bucky stayed in there for a few seconds, until he got out of you and turned you on top of him, hugging you tight and sticking his nose through your hair. Your scent was intoxicating, your body against his made him feel again that that cold apartment was home.

"You forgive me?" the hesitant tone of his voice caught your attention.

"Nothing to forgive" you settled on his chest. "Just promise never to leave me for that again?"

He gently pulled your face, making you look into his blue eyes. "I'll never, never leave you again, that's the easiest promise I've ever made in my life."

"I love you Buck."

"I love you more my angel." you snuggled into his chest and little by little your eyes grew heavy, his hands sliding on your back, in a comfortable silence.

The last thing she heard before falling asleep was an indignant tone in his voice.

"Wait, do you really want to learn how to fight?"

#fiction #bucky barnes x reader #bucky x reader #bucky barnes #reader insert #bucky x you #no use of y/n #sebastian stan #sam wilson

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vivienne-writes · 10 months

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Get Away With It

A/N: Here's my contribution to this week's Weasley Wednesday prompt🧡 It was supposed to have smut, but I'll save that for next time. I wrote half of this on a train, so please don't judge too hard.

Summary: Garreth accidentally spills butterbeer on one poor gal, but it's not the only way he gets her wet.

It was a rowdy night at the Three Broomsticks, and Sirona was up to her neck with work, managing overall operations, ensuring there were enough seats to house the constant trickle of patrons coming in, all while keeping a close eye on the boisterous students of Hogwarts that sat about here and there. There were some troublemakers amongst them, and Sirona knew to keep an even closer watch on a few, specifically, the fifth-year boys roughhousing it up upstairs on the second landing. She'd already given them a scolding a few times to keep their shenanigans to a respectable decibel, but alas, boys will be boys and were apt to forget the scolding as quickly as they received it.

The volume of their voices was beginning to increase again, and Sirona was starting to entertain the thought of kicking them out for the night when she caught sight of you on the far edge of the counter serving a goblin. You were one of the few students she had employed part-time for busy nights like tonight, and Sirona couldn’t help but wonder if your peers would be more inclined to listen to you before she gave them the boot.

“Everything alright, Sirona?” you asked, counting out the change before placing it in Arn’s hand with an affectionate smile.

Sirona sighed and rested her hip against the counter. “Do me a favor, will you, love? Your friends are starting to upset my customers.”

“Starting to upset you, you mean,” you laughed softly. “Why don’t you just ban them until graduation? It would make your life so much easier.”

"And so much duller," said Sirona as she tenderly rubbed her temple. "I'm too fond of you all for my own good. But that won't stop me from sending Professor Weasley an owl if they don't simmer down soon. Be a dear and give them one more warning for me, will you?”

“Yes, ma’am,” you rounded the counter and made your way upstairs, the chorus of their laughter growing louder with each step you took.

Upon reaching the next landing, you were greeted by the sight of Leander and Everett locked in an arm-wrestling match while several fifth-year boys looked on with rapt attention. There were some familiar faces here tonight too. Sebastian was booing Leander from a far corner while Ominis dozed beside him, Arthur, Andrew, and Amit were too busy debating who'd come out the victor, and Garreth was placing bets with Eric and Duncan. Your arrival caught Garreth's attention, and he looked up with a mischievous smirk.

“Here to see the show?” he nodded his head towards the spectacle, eyes roving over your figure as he appreciated the rare sight of you out of uniform.

You shook your head, ignoring the warmth blazing up your cheeks in response to the raw hunger in his eyes. “I’m here to break it up. You lot are causing too much ruckus.”

“After I beat Clopton,” gasped Leander, his face beading with sweat as his hand quivered against Everett’s.

You heaved a sigh as you placed one hand on your hip. “Unless you all want detention, you’re breaking this up now.”

“And who made you prefect?” Eric snickered. As much as you’d like to hex his legs to jelly on the spot, you were on the clock and needed to return downstairs. Wordlessly, you flicked your wand to move Leander and Everett’s chairs apart.

“Final warning,” you threatened darkly before heading back down. The boys knew you weren’t one to be trifled with, but that didn’t stop some of them from jeering at you from the railing as you reached the ground floor.

Peeved, Eric decided to chuck a galleon at you. The glint of gold caught Garreth's eye, and his heart jumped into his throat at the realization that it would hit you square on the forehead. Instinctively, he lunged forward with his hand outreached, tipping over the wooden railing precariously to snatch the galleon. He felt the metal against his tightly clenched fingers and breathed a sigh of relief.

But a dreadful gasp rang across the crowd, and Garreth looked down to find you wholly drenched in butterbeer. In his haste to save you, he failed to notice the massive pitcher on the table next to him, its remaining contents dripping lightly on your head. He must’ve bumped into the table and toppled the pitcher over when he blindly rushed forward.

Garreth reluctantly dropped his gaze down to your face, only to be greeted by your intensely furious glare. He cursed under his breath, his heart dropping from his throat down to the pit of his stomach as you stomped off towards the bar, your face heating up as you felt the entire room's gaze on you. Sirona cleared her throat loudly, and everyone returned to their business, pretending they didn't witness all that.

“You alright?” she asked, voice full of concern. You nodded quietly as you blinked back the tears that threatened to spill. Sirona couldn’t blame you. It was humiliating, and it happened for all to see. You were simply doing as she asked, and it wasn’t nice to be heckled and have butterbeer thrown down your face. Sirona drew her wand with a guilty sigh. “Here, we can dry you off.”

“No,” you shook your head. “It’ll just make it sticky. I’ll have to take a bath to get rid of it.”

"I understand. Have the rest of the evening off," said Sirona kindly. "Best believe Professor Weasley shall hear of this."

You untied your apron and dumped it in the bin in the back before grabbing your cloak and striding out the double doors with a huff. Garreth and the others watched you leave atop the first floor, many of them guilt-stricken with how they had treated you. It was all good fun, and they didn't expect you to take it so harshly.

“Someone better go after her and apologize,” Ominis’ voice cut through the silence, “before this wand grows a mind of its own and starts cursing people.”

“I volunteer Northcott,” Sebastian crossed his arms. “I saw you throw that coin at her. Pretty sizeable one, too.”

Eric clenched his fist, holding his shoulders stiff so they wouldn't cower. “The coin never even hit her! It was Weasley who got her all wet!”

“To catch the bloody galleon you threw!” retorted Garreth. He ran a frustrated hand through his hair. How was any of this his mess to clean up? “I’m going after her. But if my aunt gives us hell, I’m ratting you out.”

He hurriedly raced down the steps before flying out the door after you. Leander returned his chair to the table and cocked his head at Everett. "Oy Clopton, bet you five sickles they'll end up shagging."

“That’s a stupid wager. I’ll bet you five galleons he won’t.”

Leander balked. That was a steeper price, but five galleons were five. "Deal."

Outside, Garreth's feet carried him down the main street of Hogsmeade and out unto the pathway that circled the black lake. You couldn't have gotten very far. But when he turned his head to search for you along the winding path that led back up to Hogwarts, there was no sight of you.

“Revelio,” he whispered with a swish of his wand. From the corner of his eye, he could barely make out your incredibly faint retreating figure headed towards the dock in an isolated corner by the black lake. Garreth chased after you, alerting you to his presence as stones crunched loudly under his footsteps. "Where are you going?" he called after you. "The castle is that way!"

“I’m not going to Hogwarts!” you yelled over your shoulder.

Then where were you going? Garreth sorely wanted to ask but figured he'd get his answer soon. He followed you towards the dock, his confusion becoming befuddlement as he watched you toss your shoes, wand, and, finally, your cloak aside. "Hold on now, what're you-?"

You don’t even consider letting him finish before you dive straight into the lake, disappearing into the murkiness of the dark waters below. Garreth rushed to the dock's edge, searching for any sign of you, but it was far too dark to see anything.

"Have you gone mad?!" he cried out, kneeling to peer through the surface. Maybe you swam back to the castle? No, that wasn't it. Your belongings were still here. It could be you shared Nerida's fascination with Merfolk and wanted to see them for yourself? That didn't make sense, either.

Garreth awaited your return with bated breath, and his insides began to gnaw with restlessness as seconds passed until you broke through the waves with a deep gasp for air. "Shit," he jumps, clutching at his beating heart.

“Scared you, didn’t I?” you grinned deviously, pushing wet tendrils of hair away from your face.

“Worried me is more like it,” he seethed. “What possessed you to jump into the lake at this hour?!”

"I had to wash the butterbeer off," came your reply as you splashed around, rinsing off the last residue.

Garreth raised an eyebrow. “Aguamenti couldn’t have done that for you?”

“Haven’t learned that spell yet," you shrugged, paddling around now for enjoyment. The night was unusually warm for this time of year, and Garreth was sorely tempted to take a dive himself. But that wasn’t what he came here for.

"Here to see the show?" you inquired. "Or did you come here to mock me like the others?"

While your tone may have been friendly, your eyes had an accusatory glint that frightened Garreth just a little. Was it because of the mockery you experienced earlier, or was he ogling too much at your drenched figure? It didn't help that your skirt was billowing around you, giving Garreth a glimpse of long, bare legs leading up to-

He cleared his throat. “Imsorryforspillingbutterbeeronyou.” The words came out in a mad rush in Garreth’s effort to switch his focus back to why he was here in the first place.

“I beg your pardon?”

Garreth took a deep breath and forced himself to look away from you, fixing his gaze on the moon breaking through the clouds overhead. “I’m sorry for spilling butterbeer on you,” he enunciated slowly, “It wasn’t intentional. Northcott threw a coin at you, and I dove forward to catch it. I knocked the pitcher by accident, and it spilled on you. And… I’m sorry the others treated you that way. That wasn’t very kind of them.”

Your shoulders sagged. Your irritation at the others didn't dissipate one bit, but you felt remorse for the way you lost your temper. Despite your better judgment of his character, you quickly assumed Garreth had purposefully poured the beverage on you, which set you off. In all transparency, anyone else could have done it, and you would have knocked them out with a simple jinx before going about your business. But the mere fact it was Garreth bothered you immensely. Why? What was so special about him? What did he possess that could have evoked such a visceral, knee-jerk reaction from you?

Well… it wasn't what he had. It was what you harbored: a growing affection for the boy before you that he never seemed to notice when others already had. You'd been teased high and low by the other girls, goaded by Sebastian, and encouraged by Ominis. You even suspected Leander knew, judging from the several times he'd asked you to study with him and Garreth in the library. Only, he'd bail because he suddenly had somewhere he forgot to be, leaving you alone with Garreth.

Therefore, the notion that sweet, warm, and jolly Garreth would intentionally cause you embarrassment in front of others struck you with a sense of rejection, and the pain erased any capacity for logical reasoning. You had stormed off to the lake to wash away the butterbeer along with your tears and your anger. And now that you were thinking clearly as you looked straight into the sincerity within Garreth's, there was no way he'd do such a petty thing on purpose… at least, not with you.

An idea struck you, and you suppressed the playful grin that threatened to curve the tip of your mouth. "I'll accept your apology," you kept your expression blank, “If you take my hand.”

You reach an arm above the water as though you were asking him to help you up. Garreth smiled, gripping your hand firmly before you snaked your other hand up to his wrist to pull him deep into the watery depths.

Garreth opened his eyes when he felt fully submerged underwater to get his bearings, and the next few seconds seemed to slow into eternity as the sight of you nearly took every ounce of his breath away. You looked positively ethereal with the moon high up in the sky, beaming through the surface in all her soft glory. Your skin glowed in reflection of the heavenly light above, your hair bloomed around you, swaying with the rhythm of the lake’s current, and your dress floated around you, displaying glimpses of your stomach, your thighs, all the way down to your toes.

The soft curves, the delectable dip in your hips, the pink and white undergarments that left very little to the imagination, Garreth hungrily took everything in and wanted to see more. His finger itched to feel every inch of your skin, and his cock- well, it had been standing at attention for a while now. There was no guessing what that one wanted. You swam back up for air, and Garreth followed suit.

“Sorry,” you laughed. “I couldn’t resist pulling you in.” You swam to the dock, grabbing the edge to lift yourself up. But Garreth had other plans. If you wanted to play, he’d play. Before you could perch a knee up on the dock, he grabbed you by the hem of your skirt. “Garreth, what in the- oof!”

He pulled, and you fell right back in. It was Garreth's turn to laugh. "Sorry, couldn't resist,” he echoed.

"Rude," you splashed him in retaliation, and Garreth pretended to take offense, splashing you back until the air rang with the sweet thrill of your laughter.

“Music to my ears,” he finally slowed to catch his breath, grinning ear to ear. “Have you had enough yet?”

"Yes," you shivered slightly. The chill was starting to seep to your bones, and the peculiar way Garreth's eyes pierced you sent a thrill down your back that definitely had nothing to do with the water.

"Come on then, let's get you out of here before you catch a cold." He hoists himself up, and you can't resist watching the water race from his rippling shoulders down to the swell of his bottom.

“Nice,” you thought admiringly.

“What is?” asked Garreth, turning around with an outreached hand to help you up.

Your eyes grew wide as he pulled. “Shit. Did I just say that out loud!?”

"Were… you just checking me out?" A teasing smile lifted the corner of his lips. Flustered, you grabbed your wand and occupied yourself with a drying charm.

“No,” you responded too quickly, doing anything to avoid looking at his face.

“Shame,” Garreth said, mimicking your movements to dry himself. “I’d have let you look to your heart’s content after having seen your pink and white panties.”

You choked back a gasp and tried to push Garreth back over the dock out of embarrassment. He grabbed your hand and swiftly pulled you close, his other arm circling your waist to lock you in place. "You push me down; I'm taking you with me," he breathed into your ear. "I've had enough of the lake tonight. What say we continue this somewhere warmer?”

"Oh, we're continuing this?" the words barely escape your lips without stammering as your breath hitched. Garreth was holding you tight, and you could feel his hips against yours, a rigidness subtly rubbing you from between his legs.

He leaned even closer, his breath hot against your ear. “Surely you don’t expect to tease a man and get away with it, do you?”

You clenched your legs together and cursed at the pulsing ache that spiked through your center. Garreth Weasley seemed hellbent on getting you wet in more ways than one tonight, and you were dying to see exactly how he’d stop you from getting away with it.

#garreth weasley #garreth weasley x mc #garreth weasley x reader #garreth weasley x you #weasley wednesday #hogwarts legacy

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mrs-i-have-too-many-biases · 2 years

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TTO: Worth It || Hwang Hyunjin

Chapter two: College band

Synopsis: After the band The Thunderous Ones go viral, Hyunjin (famously known as ‘Hyune’) comes across obstacles that may question himself if it was all truly worth it. Will the overwhelming fame go to his head? Will he forget where his roots lie and who supported him through it all? Or is he willing to throw it all away? Would it all be just worth it?

“I can’t believe I actually fell in love with you.”

“What?”

Genre: Fluff, Slow burn, Fanfic Series Word Count: 2,8K Band position: Singer, rapper, guitarist Pairing: Hwang Hyunjin x Fem!Reader (ft. TXT’s Choi Yeonjun & Ateez’s Jung Wooyoung) Tropes: Semi-Social Media!AU || Best Friends to Strangers to Lovers || Band!AU || College!AU || Non Idol!AU Warnings: Swearing.

Author’s Note: Everything used in this series is used for entertainment and fiction purposes.

Chapter two: College band

“Stop throwing your drumsticks at me!” Jisung yelled at the drummer, Chan, who was having the time of his life annoying the guitarist that was having trouble escaping his shots.

With dimples on display, Chan yelled back at him: “Start playing our songs instead of covering anything else that we are supposed to!” Another drumstick was thrown at Jisung’s head, causing him to squeal out.

Felix and Seungmin shared a look with one another and shook their heads as they watched two-fifth of their band bickering for the umpteenth time during their rehearsal. Preparing for a gig usually start out chaotic, this wasn’t the first time Chan ran out of ammo. Jisung, who usually was his target, took as a chance to get his revenge and tackled the Aussie down.

Hyunjin was calmly seated on an armchair, legs kicked up on the armrest as he jammed on his guitar. Completely immersed into the new melody he had thought of, he was oblivious to the so-called fight Jisung and Chan were having.

“Hello boys~” A familiar voice sang was heard when Y/n walked through the door, her hands occupied with take-away bags, schoolbooks, her bag and phone. She froze for a second as she watched the scene in front of her. Jisung was now seated on top of Chan’s belly whilst Chan groaned in agony yet continued to laugh his ass off. Felix and Seungmin seemed to have joined their playful fight.

“Let me help you with that Nugget.” Her best friend Hyunjin said, who noticed her presence and relieved her from her occupied hands. “Oh, so that’s my new nickname now? What happened to ‘Maniac’.” She scoffs with a laugh, starting to set the small table within the studio with the food she brought. “You keep calling me ‘French Fry’, everybody needs some nuggets with their fries, don’t they” He wiggled with his eyebrows only to receive the back of her hand slapping against his chest.

“Yes Y/n! Join the rebellion!” She heard Jisung yell, who was held in a headlock by Chan who regained power over the ‘situation’. “Y/n help!” Tired Seungmin yelled who was being sat on by Chan who tried to hold the younger three boys down.

“Food’s ready!” Was the only thing that needed to be yelled by her for the boys to make peace and stuff their face as the aftermath.

The six of them were enjoying their food, catching up as the exams were coming up and making up a strategy for the upcoming gig that they were excited for. Y/n listened to the boys rambling on about the upcoming gig as she made herself comfortable on the armchair, where Hyunjin previously sat. Y/n closed her eyes as a headache struck her out of nowhere, not really though. She knew that the study sessions she’s been having was the culprit. “How are the other maniacs doing, Chief Maniac?” Felix asked smirking at Hyunjin who wasn’t too pleased that Felix used the nickname only he used on Y/n. “Well, Jeongin has been continuously spamming me with texts and calls about subjects that he just can’t get right for the upcoming exams. Minho is busy with dancing as usual, so nothing new to be honest.” She laughed.

“And how have you been holding up Maniac?” Hyunjin asked, emphasizing on the nickname to make it clear only he gets to use that name on her. “I’ve been fine up until like yesterday, I guess. Professors are so kind to give us extra work and new projects as the exams are nearing. They are just lovely, aren’t they.” She batted her eyes whilst smiling bitterly.

“To top that all off, I’ve just been stressed and I’ve been having headaches, cramps and migraines every other day these past few weeks. So, fuck ‘em deadlines.” She chanted, holding her drink high. “Fuck ‘em deadlines!” The boys yelled after her as they raised theirs.

“How has the pride and joy of our college been?” Y/n teased, giving the boys a glance. They had always been incredibly humble about their talents and their success. Even as a ‘simple’ college band the boys seemed to have gained recognition throughout the country, earning themselves thousands of fans.

“Stop it,” Chan started as his ears began to turn a warmer tone. “I still can’t believe that we started out as a joke, simply because we wanted to do something we enjoyed. Now we’re getting booked for gigs and have people recognizing us around the campus. It already feels so surreal and we are nowhere near the ‘pride and joy’ of the school. We all know the jocks hold that trophy.” He laughed.

“But besides that, we’ve been well to be honest. None of us have been too stressed about our deadlines, but we do like to complain about them.” Jisung added with a smile. “Nonetheless, you’ll be fine Y/n. There’s no need to worry. If you try your best, that’s the best thing you can do. Besides, you’re so talented and on top of your class. What have I told you about believing in your-fucking-self.” Hyunjin playfully smacks her with the nearest pillow to make his point clear, causing her to burst out in laughter.

Hyunjin shoved Jisung to the side who was sitting in front of Y/n, trying to enjoy his food, as Hyunjin wanted to sit closer to his best friend.

He ignored the glances from his bandmates and turned to Y/n who had laid down on the armchair, swinging her feet that hung on the side of the armrest. He was turned to her as he rested his head on her tummy, starting to poke her puffed cheeks, causing her to playfully stick out her tongue every time he did so. “Are you comfortable?” Hyunjin asked her softly as the others continued their own conversations. She simply nodded, he figured she was starting to feel tired. He knew how hardworking she was and even during her busy schedule she continued to spend time with him and the band to support them during rehearsals or writing songs with them.

He was very grateful for her, more than she’d ever know.

Hyunjin noticed the necklace she was wearing and figured that it must’ve been uncomfortable as she kept fidgeting with it. He moved her head to the side and carefully slid his hands behind her head to take it off for her as she laid still as well for her earrings. Y/n has always adored the kind and thoughtful gestures Hyunjin did for her. Things like this made her heart feel warm by the simple act of kindness or whenever he comes by her place, somehow sensing she’s going through something, bringing a bag with things he knows she’d love.

She loves him very much, more that he’d ever know or than she’d like to admit.

“You seem tired, do you want to skip date night tonight?” Hyunjin asked her. “Are you out of your mind?” She exclaimed, regaining a burst of energy. “We’ve had these weekly date nights for the past three years, I am not missing out only because I'm a little tired.” She laughs as Hyunjin threw his hands up in defense. “Only looking out for you, Nugget.” “Yeah sure, let’s get going then if you still are up for date night.”

“Hold your horses! We still have three songs to rehears then I’m willing to let the two of you go. This rehearsal has been nothing but the embodiment of procrastination, we must rehear at least three songs.” Chan stressed.

“You okay with that Maniac?” “Yes, yes, I’ll be fine. I’ll take a nap or something-“ “Is our music that boring Y/n?” Felix playfully cried out. “Hush and go rehears, I’m losing date night time.” Y/n stuck out her tongue and made herself comfortable once again.

She had always loved their music and enjoyed spending time with them as they wrote songs together. She adored their passion and she loved how immersed they were on stage when they performed.

“Try this!” Hyunjin yelled in a whisper as he aimed his food-filled spoon towards her. She hummed in delight after eating the bite and did a little dance to express how delicious it was.

“So, what are the rest of our plans for the night?” “It surprises me every time at how much of a night owl you are.” Y/n giggles at her overly excited best friend.

“We can go on our usual shopping spree, go to an arcade, or take a walk through the park to go home and watch a movie?” She suggested. “How about we do all of them? It’s date night after all.” He grinned mischievously. “If you want to spend time with me so badly, why don’t you just say so.” She giggles as she held his hand in hers. “Do you want to get desert here or shall we go in town to get something?” “Let’s go into town, the night market is open tonight and I want some rice cakes.”

After their dinner they went into town to do some shopping and have their weekly argument about who’s paying for what. “Hyune, I can pay for myself!” She whines as she tried her best friend from walking towards the register. “Just let me pay woman!” He jokes back as he tried to continue walking forward with her wrapped around his waist, trying to act as an anchor to hold him back.

“Hwang Hyunjin, I’m warning you! I will get you that expensive set of paint brushes you never let me get you!” “You wouldn’t dare!” The second she let go of him he knew he was screwed. Y/n ran out of the store, leaving him holding a mountain of stuff that still needed to be paid for. He tried calling after her, but he could only hear her giggles as she moved further away from him.

“Stop blubbering Hyune and just take the fucking gift!” She cries out in laughter to her best friend who’s laying defeated next to her on the grass as they had moved to a park after their shopping.

“But-“ “No buts.” She says as she smacked his butt, causing him to yelp in surprise and turn onto his back. A pout was shot her way, which she ignored. Instead, she placed the new paint brushes she bought for him on his face, with a smile plastered on her own. He moved them off his face and tackled her down with him. “Thank you.” He whispered into her tummy, making her chuckle whilst she ran her hand through his hair. “You’re welcome, now you can continue to gush about art supplies whilst using the ones you’ve been eyeing for so fucking long.” “I can’t believe you spend 80.000 won on a paintbrush set.” He groans into her stomach, slightly shaking her in the process. “And you keep buying stuff for me with the money you earn from gigs with the guys, when you really need to put that money in your bank account.” “What’s the fun in that?” He grinned. “Hyune.” She groans.

After bickering for some more the two went to get snacks from the night market and brought them home for their movie night. They were sprawled on the couch in Y/n’s apartment living room. Hyunjin was laid down on his side with Y/n’s back pressed against his torso. Sneaking a glance down at her, he noticed her looking at her books she was studying earlier. He had to drag her onto the couch with him, to get her to relax. He took off her jewelry before he pressed her against his chest.

As the movie continued, Y/n was internally screaming. They’ve laid down like this countless of times. He had his arm loosely wrapped around her waist, his breath tickling her neck through her hair. How she wishes that all these affectionate touches meant something. She’s never thought she’d have a chance with her gorgeous best friend. Even if others would disagree, especially when they already seem like a couple to the outside world.

Y/n knew better.

“Have you written any new songs lately?” Hyunjin asked, disinterested by the movie.

Now that he has mentioned it, Y/n was reminded by the amount of love songs she’s written dedicated to him. Yet, she would never admit that.

“Yeah, inspiration struck me like lightning this past few weeks, which wasn’t helpful at all to be honest. I wanted to shift my focus on my studies and not on songwriting for just one week.” The truth is: Y/n has been continuously thinking about her best friend in a non-best friend way. Watching him rehears with his band, where he is in his element... It is almost bewitching to her.

The moment she realized she was enamored with her best friend, was the second where he had hurried to her place to comfort her through a panic attack she had during her first exam season. It was their first year and Y/n was nervous to enroll into a study she loved, but wasn’t very confident in. It took Hyunjin weeks of his time to convince her that she was truly talented at what she did and that he wished that she could see herself through his point of view.

The amount of effort he willingly put into comforting her, was so touching (and attractive), she hasn’t been able to think of her best friend as just a friend.

She turned to face him, her eyelids feeling quite heavy and Hyunjin’s touch was warm and welcoming. Feeling his arm wrap around her whilst softly caressing her back, knowing it will help putting her to sleep.

Y/n couldn’t help but think that she could die happily right now if it were to be in his arms.

“You really are such a talented individual, it’s insane.” Hyunjin started, his hand now tangled in her hair. “You exceed in your studies, you write amazing song and you’re almost as good as me when it comes to art- ouch!” Hyunjin yelled after he received a smack to the chest. “I was just kidding gosh. About the last part at least- hey!” He grabbed her hand and tangled it with his.

She hoped he couldn’t feel her heart pounding against his chest.

“We’ll be having an upcoming gig soon, not going to lie, I’m nervous. I feel like we really got something at stake this time. Maybe I’m just pressuring myself since I’m a perfectionist after all.” “I could help writing songs if that would help? I think a ‘fresh’ sound could be good.” Y/n mumbled tiredly, her eyes closed as she snuggled into her warmth as much as she could. He carries on rambling about his thoughts, until he looks down and notices the sleeping figure in his arms.

He took a deep breath, his hand softly cupping her face as he softly caressed her cheek. His heart overwhelmingly full as he remembered a random article that mentioned the safe feeling someone unconsciously experience whenever they are with a certain person, that lets them fall asleep around them.

Hyunjin felt honored and relieved that he was a safe space to her.

He used to only wish to be just that and nothing more. Yet, his wishes had become greedier as he wanted her to himself. He loved seeing her interact with his friends, but he adored the moments where her eyes were focused on him and him only.

Hyunjin had tried to keep his mind occupied with happenings around the band and whatnot, but she keeps coming back to his thoughts as if she lives in his head rent free.

He adores how passionate she is about his artwork and how supportive she’s always been about his dreams. He’s grateful of how great of a friend she’s been to him, ever since they’ve met.

He’s so in love with her.

He knew that for sure, months after they’ve met.

He’s so in love with her.

His best friend, but he’s too scared the feelings aren’t mutual and that he’d ruin whatever they had.

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fvckbeom · 2 years

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I NEED YOU - hueningkai x afab!reader

CONTAINS - smut!, drabble, softdom!kai, oral(f receiving), face sitting, slight praise, pet names(love, angel, baby), slight somnophilia.

WORD COUNT - 1.3k

A/N - back at it again with another mediocre drabble. if theres spelling errors im sorry lol

[WARNING! - explicit sexual content! mdni!]

you tossed and turned in your bed, kai fast asleep next to you snoring quietly, his bare chest rising and falling as he did. you didn't want to disturb him but you were so fucking horny and all you wanted was him, you didn't want to touch yourself, you needed him. you pressed your thighs together to try to relieve at least something but it didn't work, if anything it only made the ache worse, you'd tried everything in the past hour that you'd been wide awake, too needy to sleep and it's not like you hadn't tried because god you did, it only resulting in more frustration because you couldn't fall back asleep.

"kai" you cracked. prodding his arm and calling to him quietly, him only stirring a little, his nose scrunching up. "kai" you called a little louder, this time shaking his arm, still pretty much nothing. you whined out in frustration before you had an idea, you remembered talking to kai about somnophilia and you both agreed that you wouldn't mind the other doing stuff while you were asleep but none of you acted on it since, just knowing it was an option, tonight you decided to act on it. you pulled the duvet off yourself and kai, getting up on your knees and shuffling over to him until you were close enough to swing your leg over him to straddle his lap, resting your hands on his stomach, gasping when your core pressed into his crotch.

you couldn't help but grind onto him slightly, finally getting a little relief but you knew it wouldn't be enough, you needed him to touch you. "kai" you spoke pretty loud this time, kai stirring before you called his name again, shaking him slightly. "hm?" kais eyes cracked open slightly, looking so confused as he raised his hands to rub his eyes. "kai...i-i need you" you whimpered out, grinding down harder on him. kai was quickly pulled from his sleepy daze, not even realising that you were straddling him until now, "what do you need love?" kai mumbled, his voice still thick with sleep, "t-touch me...p-please" you whined pathetically, a pout on your lips as you continued to rock your hips into him.

"so you woke me up because you're needy?" kai asked, raising his brow at you, lifting his hands to rest on your hips. "i-im sorry...i c-couldn't..." you suddenly got really shy and embarrassed under his gaze, averting your eyes from his. "well if you want me to touch you these are gonna need to come off" kai pulled the elasticated waistband of your sleep shorts before letting it snap back onto your stomach. that was all you needed to hear, quickly standing up and pushing them and your underwear down your legs, kicking them away before you tuned back to kai who had shifted down the bed, you giving him a confused look, "i'm sleepy, just sit on my face" kai beckoned you over and you quickly kneeled one knee on the edge of the bed, swinging your other leg over to straddle his chest.

kai lifted your oversized shirt up, exposing you to him, although the only light in the room being the moonlight and streetlights streaming through the open curtain that you'd both obviously forgot to close. kai teasingly pressed a finger to your clit, watching you gasp and twitch at even the slightest touch, "oh you really are needy" you whined at his words, feeling shy again at how sensitive and reactive you were. "c'mere then angel" kai beckoned you again and of course you obliged, manoeuvring yourself to be kneeled over his face. you hadn't done this before so you were nervous, you didn't wanna suffocate him but before you could say anything kai just took a hold of your waist, stuck his tongue out and pushed you down.

kai immediately took your clit into his mouth, licking and sucking at it, you were nervous and shy about sitting on his face but you were also far too needy to even try to keep quiet so you just let all your noises out as kai ran his large hands up and down your waist and then gripping your ass, pushing you down more on his mouth. "doing so good" kai pulled away briefly, taking a breather before he buried his face between your thighs again, this time licking from your hole to your clit repeatedly, loving the way you taste and the noises you made and the way your thighs twitched.

kai took you by surprise, completely changing his pace, now licking into your hole as he rubbed fast circles on your clit with his thumb. the sound of his tongue thrusting in and out of you was so loud in the dead of night, everywhere else around you dead silent, your whimpers and moans and the wet sound being the only thing breaking that silence. you gripped kais hair as you rocked your hips into his mouth, desperately chasing your high, kai knew you were getting close, moving back to suck your clit and reaching up under your shirt to play with you boob, the other hand still anchored on your waist. "p-please..." you whined out, not really pleading for anything in particular, kai humming against you in response, sending a vibration through your clit making you gasp, your thighs spasming as you gripped his hair tighter.

"come on baby, cum on my face" kai coaxed, his ministrations on your core only getting harsher and faster, pushing you closer and closer to the edge. "f-fuck kai" you moaned out, feeling your orgasm building up quickly, your face contorting in pleasure as you let out airy, high pitched whimpers. "c-close" was all you could choke out as kai never let his harsh pace falter, although he was tired he still strived to make you feel good. kai started humming so you'd feel the vibrations, your whole body writhing as he did, you now fully grinding into his mouth with no shame, you were too far gone to be shameful, too close to your release that you so desperately needed.

kai released your clit with a pop, instead flicking it with the tip of his tongue, knowing how much you liked it. you cried out, spilling a mix of incoherent pleas and kais name as you were teetering on the edge, so so close. "g-gonna c-cum" your words were stuttered and whiny as you warned him, kai only flicking his tongue faster but what pushed you over the edge was kai gently sinking his teeth into your clit, only doing it to see your reaction, not expecting it to make you cum but it did, your orgasm ripping through you, making you shake, your hands still buried in his hair as you moaned and whined, rutting your hips into his mouth to ride out your orgasm.

you mustered up the strength to flop back onto your side of the bed, panting as you tried to catch your breath, your eyes closed and only opening when you felt kai nuzzle into you, slinging his leg over you and moving his head onto your pillow. you couldn't help but smile at him, you really loved him so much. "t-thank you...by the way" you spoke quietly, kai smiling at your words, "no need angel" he said, equally as quiet. you snuggled into him, running your hand through his hair and placing a kiss on the tip of his nose. you didn't even bother to put your shorts back on, too tired and plus you were with kai so it didn't matter. "goodnight, love" kai whispered, cracking his eyes open when you didn't answer, met with your peaceful face, fast asleep already, making him chuckle before he closed his eyes again, everything quickly going blank.

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baraqi · 2 years

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thoughts about somnophilia w/ sunoo? (with consent ofc bcs that's a must!)

warnings: somnophilia (ofc lol), soft dom!sunoo, kinda perv!sunoo, afab sub! reader, oral (f receiving), unprotected sex, fem terms/pet names are used for reader, reader has a wet dream and sunoo wakes her to make it become a reality.

(this has been sitting in my inbox for a while i’m sorry abt the wait anon😭 combining this with a morning sex with sunoo ask i got a couple days ago too)

(kinda piggybacking off the perv!sunoo post in my masterlist lol) sunoo was always so considerate with u. u both were each other’s first for everything. he would never want to scare u away.

but that didn’t mean he wouldn’t have the most filthy thoughts about u.

you’ve had sex with each other before, many times in fact. but it was the same thing every time for the most part. u seemed to enjoy it so he didn’t wanna push ur boundaries unless u made the first move. so when u had brought up somnophilia, his brain short circuited. “would u ever wanna try it?”

he could’ve came right there. “yeah sure of course. whatever you want, angel,” he replied, kissing ur forehead. “when?”

“surprise me”

oh he’ll surprise u alright. the next morning actually.

he woke up before u, like most days. he didn’t bother changing out of his pajamas and just brushed his teeth and went back in bed with u to go on his phone until u woke up. and he did just that. until u starting making lil noises in ur sleep.

at first he thought u were having a nightmare but then he caught on when u started whimpering and grinding on his thigh. then he remembered what u said yesterday. he wanted to hold back for some reason.

“hnng sunnyyy. want.” k that’s it.

he carefully freed his leg from between urs and crawled in between ur legs. lucky for him, u were only wearing panties and a shirt. so he pulls ur shirt up a bit and sees a lil wet patch. his heart warms at the fact that u want him even in ur dreams, with no clue of what’s abt to happen.

he slowly rubs his thumb up and down ur slit through the thin fabric then circles around ur clothed clit, still hearing ur sleepy heavy breathing. he places a soft kiss to ur bud, making u mewl and making him hold back a giggle at how cute u are all desperate for him and u don’t even know it.

he decides he’s done teasing u and carefully spreads ur legs a bit more. he looks at ur sleepy face one more time and kisses ur thigh, then moves ur panties to the side, a string of ur wetness following it. he wraps his plump lips around ur clit and u sharply buck ur hips into him, throbbing between his lips. he begins to lap at ur sensitive bud as u start to stir.

u feel butterflies in ur whole body while ur hips move so u look down and see ur heavenly boyfriend licking ur pussy and smiling like it’s his new favorite ice cream. the sight’s just too fucking hot. “good morning, princess,” he says innocently while staring up at u. u whimper as u run ur fingers through his hair. he continues to fuck u with his tongue, then lifts his head to ask, “you seemed to really be enjoying your dream just now. do you wanna tell me about it, pretty?” he leaves open mouthed kisses on ur pussy as u try to form sentences. “we were h-here… and th-then you pulled me int-to your lap n started to touch me… a-and everything felt s-so good,” u groan. “oh baby i’m gonna make you feel even better,” he breathes out as he rises onto his knees to kick off his sweatpants and free his cock from his boxers, groaning as he strokes himself while admiring ur body beneath him all spread and vulnerable just for him. only for his eyes. “so fucking beautiful,” he says while he tugs at his length. he grabs the base of his cock and teases around ur leaky hole. “do you want this as badly as i do, baby?” “y-yes sunny please i need you,” you whimper out while reaching for his arms. he lowers himself so he’s on top of u with a soft smile, faces centimeters apart. “i love you so much” he says before connecting his lips with yours while slowly pushing himself into u. he smiles against ur lips, swallowing up all the cute sounds you make while he shallowly thrusts into u. u both don’t speak, just whine each other’s names and moan as if it was ur first time altogether, hands laced together on the mattress and feeling every little movement of his cock and arching ur back when he hits that gummy spot inside of u that he loves so much.

“sun i’m so close please so fucking close,” you whine, breaking the silence.

“i know, love, can feel you clenching. wanna cum with me, precious?”

“fuckk yes want it so bad”

“want it inside, baby? want me to breed your pretty little pussy? take my cummies like a good girl?” he moves his hand between ur thighs and rubs tight circles on ur clit while u move ur hips up for more.

“yes sunoo fuck please give it to me!"

with a final movement of his hips ur coming undone around him as he spills his load into u, groaning while his ministrations on ur swollen pink bud slow to a stop as u catch ur breath.

u lay in silence for a while, basking in each other’s presence, feeling his cum start to dribble out of u and onto the sheets. he hears a sound of discomfort leave ur lips and looks down to see his seed come into view as ur pussy clenches around nothing.

“my pretty baby always takes everything i give her,” he kisses ur forehead. “i love you, y/n.”

“i love you too, sun” u reply as u press ur lips sleepily against his.

#enhypen smut #enhypen x reader #enhypen hard hours #sunoo hard hours #sunoo smut #sunoo x reader #enha hard hours #enhypen drabbles #sunoo drabbles #baraqi sunoo

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emjiroki · 2 years

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Friends With Benefits Collab piece: Rindou Haitani x F! Reader 💜

Word count: 5k

Warnings: jealousy, angst, verbal threatening, explicit scenes and language, oral receiving, soft sex, fluff and some funnies. All characters are 23+

A/N: hi everyone! It's me. I'm back with a collab fic for my lovely @kshira FWB collab 💜 this was so much fun to write and my Rinnie being soft is the light of my life! I hope everyone enjoys reading and please check out the materlist for the collab to find all the other amazing works 💜💜💜

Every time you asked him to stay and every time he told you no.

“I’m busy” He would claim, pulling his shirt on and heading for the door.

“Ran’s calling I’ve gotta go,” His phone wouldn’t even be ringing.

“That isn’t what this is, babe,”. That hurt the most. But he kept showing up on your doorstep, flushed and wanting you more than the oxygen in his lungs. And you let him back in every time, fresh heartbreak piercing your chest as his lips pressed to yours. How many times had you asked him to stay with you, just for the night, tried to convince him that nothing would change and that it wouldn’t mean anything. At this point, Rindou couldn’t tell. So why had it bothered him so much when you had all but kicked him out tonight. Claiming to have plans and that you needed him gone. The rejection had anger boiling in his gut, his unanswered questions of why and with who tasting like venom on his tongue. He had barely said a word as he left, a quick bye escaping as you shut the door behind him and it took everything in him not to kick the damn door in. You’re lucky he had a meeting he was late for, otherwise, he would have.

Rindou's leg was bouncing with anger almost the whole meeting. Mikey going on about police presence in the area, Kokonoi taking tally for jobs, Sanzu cleaning his gun, Takeomi angrily flicking his lighter trying to catch a flame, between all the noise he could barely hear himself think and it was enough to really get on his nerves. He couldn’t explain it if someone asked him, why it seems like he can’t settle down, why his jaw won’t unclench and his muscles were drawn up tighter than a bowstring. Maybe it was that ‘overstimulated’ brain thing you had mentioned from some article you read, he couldn’t remember all you had said because he had had you in bed two minutes after you finished talking but he thinks he has that issue sometimes. Especially now that thinking about you has made his cock rock solid and added just one more thing for him to think about.

“Trouble in paradise little brother?” Ran asked from beside him, his matching violet eyes gleaming with mirth at the murderous look on his brother’s face.

“No, shut up” Rindou snapped.

“So hostile,” Ran said, throwing his hands up in feigned innocence, “sounds like you need to get your dick wet. Why don’t you call up that little piece of yours?”.

The mere mention of you out in the open had his dick twitching, an irritated groan escaping him as he smacked his forehead against the table.

“Oooh so there is trouble,” Ran said curiously, propping his chin on his hands like a school girl getting gossip.

“It’s nothing concerning you. That’s for sure,” Rindou muttered, folding his arms under his head. He didn’t want to talk about it, about you, about the dumb situation he found himself in. This wasn’t supposed to happen. His heart wasn’t supposed to hurt when he saw the tears in your eyes. His gut wasn’t supposed to twist at the thought of his own words leaving your mouth. “That isn’t what this is, right?” your voice echoed in his head, the dulling look in your eyes as you looked at him and waited for him to leave. ‘Just like I always do’ He thought.

“Awe, don’t tell me little bro has a crush,” Ran cooed, pinching Rin’s exposed cheek and laughing when he was swatted away.

“Would you grow up? We’re adults,” Rindou said with a roll of his eyes.

“Exactly. We are Adults,” Ran said with a soft slap to the back of his brother’s head, “So grow some fucking balls and figure your shit out”. God he hated when Ran was right. Keeping whatever it was that he had with you casual and boiled down to a friends with benefits situation was eating him alive.

‘Well. Maybe not so much friends anymore’ Rin thought bitterly to himself. You had been friends once. For a long time, you did almost everything together. Working as a new intern for the tattoo artist that did his and Ran’s ink had given him an opportunity to talk to you and invite you to party with him. Hooking up that night had been an accident fueled by coke and alcohol but you had both agreed you didn’t regret it and that it was something you wanted to try again. And you had both laughed when you made the try it sober distinction. That night and subsequent hangover day seemed like a million years ago when it had only been one. Probably the best year of his life. So why did seeing you so openly attached make everything in him scream? Like his skin would run away from his bones and leave him bare for you to see every flaw and mistake carved into him. He had been so confident in the beginning. Like feelings for you were on an impossible scale he could never reach. The easier it got to be around you the more he wanted to skip town and run. He couldn’t do this to you. Poison you with everything he was and is, ruin you down to the core. No matter how tempting it was to have you all to himself.

“So what’s the deal? Just call her up and give her some sap ass apology and boom. Sliding back home before sunrise,” Ran said, nudging him again to get his attention.

“I can handle it Ran,” Rindou snapped, throwing a pen at Kakucho who had turned his head to listen in.

“If you could handle it you wouldn’t be sulking,” Ran argued, “So where is she? You leave her at her place?”

“Said she had plans,” Rin said with a resigned sigh. His brother wasn’t gonna drop this.

“Yikes, sounds like that might be a problem," Ran said. Rindou looked at him incredulously, like he had grown a third eye.

“What do you mean?”.

“A problem like a date, are you that stupid?” Takeomi muttered around the unlit cigarette between his lips.

“Did I fucking ask you? Wait-” Rindou paused. A date? A fucking date?! Why was that the last thing he thought of? His fists clenched, knuckles turning white as anger began to boil anew deep in his chest. “You think she’s on a date?”.

“No guarantee,” Takeomi shrugged, nudging Kakucho for a light.

“Please. The tight ass on her? She’s on a date. And he’s hot too. I’ll bet money on it,” Ran said, dodging Rindou's punch with a smirk.

“What are we betting on?” Kokonoi asked, the mention of cash bringing him immediate interest.

“Nothing”

“If Rin’s little piece is on a date and leaving his ass in the dust”.

“Ran shut the f-”

“Jeez, Rindou. Your girl out on a date with someone else? Wanna go kill him?” Sanzu said from where he was lounging in his seat with his feet up, half asleep on whatever he took earlier. That honestly didn’t sound half bad but he wasn’t about to deal with Sanzu getting car sick again. Besides.

“She’s not my girlfriend. It’s… complicated,” Rindou said, the collective ‘Ohs’ not helping to diminish the flush in his face.

"I was the one who set up this, whatever the hell it is, and it’s worked just fine!”. God did he really hate calling it “Friends with Benefits”.

“Worked until now,” Mikey said from the head of the table, stoic face and dark eyes reflecting Rindou’s irritation like a mirror. “Don’t look at me like that. If you didn’t want me to chime in, you shouldn’t have interrupted my meeting with your pussy problems”.

“Well who caught feelings? That’s the issue,” Kakucho asked. Rin felt like his head was going to blow off, fire pouring out of his ears, smoke choking his lungs. Cause he realized it was him. The whole reason this situation had gotten weird and out of hand was because he was pushing back so hard. Trying to fight feelings he didn’t understand. His chair almost toppled over backward from the force of him standing.

“I’ve gotta go,” He said, the finality in his tone only making him more confident. He was tired of running. Tired of everything he was afraid of dictating how he committed to you.

“If you need me to bail you out, I’m your phone call,” Ran shouted. Rindou barely heard him as raced to the elevator, slamming his hand into the call button repeatedly until the doors dinged open.

“Hurry the hell up you damn thing,” He snapped as the elevator seemed to be working against him, rolling as slow as possible down to the lobby. There were too many people around for his liking as he quickly made his way to the secured garage, fishing his car keys out. He hadn’t realized that he was driving your favorite car, hadn’t even thought about it when he had gotten back to his apartment to grab a shower and change before the meeting, something he usually did at your place. As much as he hated to admit it, he missed the scent of your soap on his skin. It had become a comforting smell for him, along with your detergent and the various candles you would purchase and burn. Rindou hoped with every bit of good karma he had left, which probably wasn’t much, that he wouldn’t be too late. That he hadn’t lost you yet.

You hadn’t technically lied to Rindou. You said you had plans and you did. Plans to sit on your couch, order take-out, and binge watch a show you had been putting off. You did feel a little bad for being so cold. But using his own words against him had felt so right in the moment. Unfortunately, the look of confusion and masked hurt on his face hadn’t brought the satisfaction you had expected. Quite the opposite actually. The guilt ate at you long after he was gone, no matter how hard you tried to justify and repress it. With your food eaten and thrown away, you were now six episodes deep in your show when there was a pounding knock at your door. You froze for a moment, checking your phone to see it was nearly midnight. Who the hell would be knocking on your door right now. You hesitated, jumping when the knock came again along with Rindou’s voice shouting your name. You rolled your eyes, pausing your show and going to the door.

“Jesus, Rindou you scared the hell out of me!” You snapped when you opened the door.

“Sorry-,” He cut himself off, looking you up and down in your pajamas, “I thought you had plans”. Que the eye-rolling again.

“My plans are to get away from you Rindou. You and your inconsiderate ass” You said, debating on shutting the door in his face again.

“So you weren’t gonna go on a date with a hot guy?” He asked, confusion evident in his flushed cheeks and deadpan almost bored expression.

“Excuse me? No. where did you get that idea?” You demanded, giving him a look like you couldn’t believe him how dumb he is sometimes.

“Well, Ran said-”

“Oh! Of course! Ran said it so it must be true,” You cut him off, your tone dripping with sarcasm. Rindou gritted his teeth, never the one who liked to be made a fool of.

“Y/N, Stop. Listen to me” He said, fighting every instinct in his body not to blow up, his already short fuse running dangerously thin.

“No Haitani YOU listen,” You snapped, poking a finger into his chest, “I’m sick of you coming and going as you please. Wringing me dry of my emotions for your own benefit. I know what we set. But feelings change Rindou and you won’t even talk to me. How is this supposed to be Friends With Benefits if we aren’t even friends anymore? When you won’t even talk to me? Or spend time with me outside of showing up at my door at two in the morning to be patched up”. Rindou took the berating, finger jabbing into his sternum like a knife and words only cutting deeper because he knew everything you were saying with tear-filled eyes was true. He knew he had been using you for his own benefit, toying with you and your fragile heart like a cat with a ball of string and it made him sick down to the core.

You took a deep gasping breath as you let your hand fall from his chest, heart pounding as you tried to reel yourself in, not wanting to fly off the handle and say something you’d really regret. You were about to demand a response, even a simple “screw you” would suffice at this point, anything instead of his default bored expression. But you knew he was listening, tips of his ear burning crimson as his violet eyes scanned you, watched the way your lips moved and your cheeks flushed in anger.

“I’m sorry Rindou but… it’s been a year. An amazing year but if you aren’t willing to at least try an actual relationship with me then I don’t think-”. His lips were pressed against yours before you could finish, tongue sweeping into your mouth as he molded his body against your front and moved you back into the doorway.

Alarm bells were ringing in his ears as he moved forward, unable to think of anything but keeping those words from your mouth. That you couldn’t do this with him. He’d rather die by firing squad than hear that. The gasp against his mouth only made him press forward, wanting to kiss all of his sorrys and his love into you so he wouldn’t have to utter the words aloud and break your heart all over again.

“Rindou,” you gasped, trying to pull away even as hot tears spilled down your cheeks, and all you wanted to do was bury yourself against him, “Please just-”.

“I can’t. I won’t. I’m not letting you go,” He muttered against your lips as he hugged you, “I-I love you, I’m sorry. So sorry”. Those words should have left his mouth ages ago and he could only hope that you would accept them as they tumbled out now.

“Rindou-” You tried again, soft hand against his chest just barely trying to move him away.

“What happened to Rin? Huh? Am I not good enough for that anymore?” He demanded, the hurt swimming in his violet gaze making your heart clench. Tears bubbled in your line of vision, rolling slowly down your cheeks in burning tracks.

“I- I feel like- I can’t- talk to you,” You hiccuped, furiously wiping the tears away as he lifted his hand to your cheek, “You leave me so hurt I don’t feel like you are my Rin anymore”. That was like a spear to the chest, nearly making him double over.

"Let me fix it,” He insisted in a hushed tone, painfully aware that this whole mess was happening in the vacancy of your apartment hallway. But just let someone try and say something to him right now. “I’ll do anything you want me to”.

“That’s the thing, I want you to do those things because you want to. Because you love me. Not just to keep me around as a side piece and to keep my mouth shut” You said, that dulling look creeping back into your gaze. The look that turned his stomach into a ball of ice.

“I will just give me a chance to-” He was cut off by one of the doors a few paces down the hall opening.

“Would you two go inside and deal with your shit? Nobody wants to hear it” one of your neighbors said grouchily, barely leaning out the door.

“How about I rip your goddamn ears off so you don’t have to hear us then?” Rindou snapped, angling his body like he was going to take a step, “you’re lucky I’ve got business with my girl or we’d have a real problem you stupid fuck”. You wrapped your hands around his arm, dragging him back and shoving him through the doorway of your apartment.

“Sorry, he’s got brain damage,” You said in a quick apology to your neighbor before they decided to call the police, shutting the door quickly behind you.

“What the fuck?” He asked angrily as you slid the chain into place.

“Do you want the cops called? Want to go to jail at midnight on a Saturday and be stuck till Monday?” You asked with an expectant look. Rindou looked at his feet, ears burning again and feeling very much like the child Ran always accused him of being. He knew he had warrants and could not only get himself taken away but you as well for being involved with him. He shook his head.

“No,” He said, jaw clenching at the thought of how embarrassing that would be, “Cause I’d have to call Ran”. Your soft laugh brought a smile to his face and he realized that he hadn’t heard it in a long time. The only sounds around you were the soft hum of your dishwasher and the quiet tick of your kitchen clock, tension sitting silently between you like a landmine waiting for a misstep.

“I really am sorry, y/n,” Rindou said, “it’s my fault this went to hell”.

“It’s not just your fault, I knew what this was when we started but I… guess I was just hoping it would turn into something else,” You admitted with an embarrassed sigh, looking down at the rug beneath your feet. Goosebumps raised across your skin as he stepped to you, left hand resting against your jaw to raise your face. How many times had you laid in bed after he had left, crying and wishing he would stay just once, hold you and look at you with those ethereal violet eyes like you were the center of his world. Like he used to when this arrangement started. Like he was now.

“I love you. And I should have told you before now,” He said softly, as if you were in a crowded room and he only wanted you to hear, right hand going to your waist to pull you closer. “You remember when I drove from Roppongi to Shinjuku city to pick you up from your friend’s bachelorette party? The night you got so drunk that you left your shoes in the bar?”. Your hands went to his chest as you laughed, recalling that night like it was yesterday despite it being almost a month ago now.

“Yeah, and we got soaked trying to find a hotel for the night,” You said with a smile.

Rindou couldn’t remember why he had grabbed the bike instead of his perfectly good Mercedes, only that he was in a hurry to get to you before something happened. He had regretted his decision the moment he left and saw the clouds blocking out the stars, cursing himself the entire ride and just hoping the weather would hold. You had been so happy to see him, smiling from ear to ear and slightly swaying back and forth as you shouted at him from across the small parking lot, jumping into his arms and nearly sending him to the ground as you kissed his face. But that wasn’t the moment that stuck out to Rindou the most. It was when the rain had started to fall as soon as you had gotten a block away from the bar. Finding a hotel not booked full on a Friday was going to be a chore but seemed like the only option because he wasn’t about to take the bike on the freeway in a steady rain with you having on nothing but the spare helmet, his jacket, and the flimsy dress you worn to the party. The red light had just changed and he had shot forward a little too fast, an excited squeal escaping your lips as he flew through the intersection and took a left onto a side street. The feeling of your arms wrapped around his waist made him smile, your face pressed against his back, looking in his side mirror to see your eyes scrunched shut against the rain as you laughed and gripped him tighter. He remembers his stomach twisting and a flush burning his cheeks because he realized in that simple moment that he was in love with you. And it was the next day that he had started to pull away, dropping you off at home with a hangover so he could run away and spend the next week hiding. From everything. From everyone. He had honestly debated just changing his number and disappearing from your life before anything from his dangerous lifestyle could overlap and drag you under like the ocean tide. But after not hearing from him for a week you had shown up at his door, his favorite take-out in hand and demanding to know why his phone was off. Rindou was barely able to tear his eyes away from you as you went around and tidied his kitchen, grabbing a couple of plates from the dishwasher for the food and asking what kind of detergent he uses so you could buy him more. That was the closest Rin had come to crying in a long time, the overwhelming feeling of all your care healing a part of him he didn’t know was broken. That aided in his need to keep you at arm’s distance, so you wouldn’t be hurt.

“I knew I loved you that night,” He said, red tinting his cheeks as he pressed his forehead to yours. It felt like your heart was in your throat, airways tight and barely able to utter anything other than a quiet “Really?” in response.

“Yeah” He paused, sweeping this thumb against your cheek, “and I should have said it before now, I know. But I want to try… with you. Something real”. Fresh tears bubbled over your lash line, his eyes widening slightly at your reaction and immediately moving his hands to wipe the dripping from your flushed cheeks.

“I’m not good at talking about feelings. And god I hate saying I’m sorry but I mean it, I swear I do I’m-”. It was your turn to cut him off this time, sealing your lips against his as you pressed yourself against him. His hands went to cup your face, holding you as if you would break as you kissed him breathless. You didn’t think you had ever seen such a genuine look on Rindou’s face in the entire time you had known him, the love he was trying to express to you simmering in the shine of his eyes and dilation of his pupils, the violet ring of his irises barely visible in the low lighting.

“Let me prove it to you,” He said in a heavy breath against your lips, “please”. You nodded, jumping to wrap your legs around his waist when his hands went to your thighs, your hands going to his shoulders to keep yourself steady as he refused to break your kiss. Even as he walked down the short hall to your room before dropping you on the bed. A short laugh as he kissed up from your ankle to your inner thighs had him smirking, biting softly against your flesh to pull more of those laughs from you.

“Never took the time to love you, worship you like I should’ve,” Rindou said, so soft it seemed almost like it was meant only for him, even as his eyes flickered up to yours with so much regret you almost pulled him up to kiss him again. You gasped as his hands pushed your shirt up, revealing a pair of sleep boxers he had left here.

“Wearing my underwear I see,” He said with a faux accusatory tone.

“They’re comfy,” You said simply, pulling the bottom of your shirt up to hide your face, “And I missed you”.

“Just for that, you can keep’em,” He said, chuckling as he snapped the loose waistband against your skin and made you squeak before pulling them down and dropping them off to the side.

“Really did miss me didn’t you?” He asked with a groan as his fingers spread your folds, thumb grazing across your clit.

“Y-Yes,” you whimpered, slightly bucking your hips up into his touch.

How could he resist you like this? Already wet and making sweet sounds for him when he had barely done anything at all. Rindou couldn’t help but smile. He finally had you, all to himself and not under some guise of casual sex. The drag of his tongue through your wetness had your toes curling and legs trying to clamp shut, unable to due to his strong hands keeping them open. The first time he had ever tasted you he was sure that there was nothing better but now he was certain. Sure to his soul that you were meant to be his for the rest of your lives. He could barely keep himself from rutting down into the mattress as you writhed against his mouth, clit becoming wet from his tongue and your juices. The whine you let out as he sunk his index finger inside had him groaning against your folds.

"Rin, please, I need you," you gasped, left hand clinging to the sheets and the right burying into his hair, attempting to pull him up your body.

"Wanna make you cum first sweetness," he muttered, giving your clit a hard suck and sinking his middle finger in beside the other already curling into your g-spot, "watch you cream around my fingers". Spots were popping in your vision as pleasure burned up and down your spine, legs flexing in his grip and broken cries filling any remaining silence that wasn't replaced with the lewd sound of his fingers pumping in and out.

"R-Rindou, Fuck!" You moaned clenching down around his fingers and shaking as your orgasm dragged its silky fingers through your bloodstream.

"That's right baby, God you're so beautiful," He said with a deep groan, pretty eyes locked onto your face as if he was trying to memorize your pleasured expressions. Your heart was hammering as he pulled his fingers from your slickness and popped them in his mouth, sucking your cream off with an obscene sound that pulled fresh heat to your core. You sat up on your elbows and pulled the shirt over your head as he stood up and removed his clothes, settling above you almost chest to chest with a soft sound. You pushed the hair away from his face, your thumbs tracing over his cheekbones as you noticed the lightest dusting of freckles just at the bridge of his nose. You hadn't realized his eyes had drifted closed under your touch, his face relaxed as your delicate fingers burned love into his skin.

"You're beautiful Rin" you breathed, your left hand leaving his face to trace down to the dark ink in his shoulder and chest. You remembered how raw his flesh had been after the lining and start to the shading, red and angry as the pained expression on his face. But now after a handful of years the edges had faded a little into his skin, the obvious care he had put in showing through the well-preserved ink where it was thickest. Rindou had been beautiful the moment you met him but now with him practically bearing his soul to you and looking at you with those violet eyes you loved more than the sunrise, he was breathtaking. He never was much for your staring though, opting instead to press against you and steal a kiss.

"You ready for me Angel?" He asked almost breathlessly, one hand going down to fist his thick cock.

"Please Rin," you whined, angling your hips up until he finally grabbed your legs and threw them over his shoulders. You pulled him down to you as he pushed in, sealing your lips with his and snaking your tongue into his mouth as you both groaned from the stretch, knees now by your head and shaking as he nearly pressed against your cervix at this angle.

"So wet for me baby, fuuck" Rindou groaned low in his throat as he pulled back before slowly pressing in again, the pleasure of his veiny cock dragging along your walls sending sparks across your skin. You could barely breathe as your next orgasm grew like a wildfire in your gut, scorching down to your fingertips as you cried out and spasmed around him.

"Came again already? Feel that good?" Rin asked, skimming his nose down your jaw as he continued his slow but rough thrusts, aimed perfectly at the spot that had your toes nearly cramping.

"Uh-huh" you mumbled, eyes screwed shut as you shivered against the pulsing feel still buzzing through you.

"My shaky little bunny, so good for me" He groaned, fingers digging into the sheets, "but I can't wait anymore, wanna fuck that greedy little cunt full". You nearly came again from the guttural growl that tore from his throat when you tightened around him like a vice grip. The bed began to creak as his thrusts sped up, both of you turning into a moaning, panting messes as he bullied his cock into your tight heat.

"Baby. Baby, I don't think I'm gonna last much longer-Fuck- with you sucking me in like this" he choked through a broken moan, his hands releasing the sheets and replacing them on your hip and thigh to keep you pressed into the mattress.

"Pl-Please Rin fill me up, I need your cum. Please" you begged, pleasured tears pooling in your eyes as you felt your arousal drooling out around his fat cock drilling your insides. You could have sworn you felt the head of his cock thump your insides as he twitched, pulling your face to his for a kiss as he throbbed inside of you.

"Cum with me baby, please. Wanna feel you" He nearly whined, fingers of the hand still pressing your thigh digging in with a bruising grip. Two more savage pumps of his hips and you were clawing his back and crying out against his tongue, the feeling of his hot cum filling your insides as he panted against your lips only heightening the pleasure. Rindou's arms gave out under him, rolling to his side and pulling you to his chest to stay inside of you for a bit longer, this newfound possessive side of himself not quite willing to let his cum leak from you just yet. You don't know how long you two laid there, sharing soft kisses and soaking up just being together finally without restrictions. The fingers of one hand went to trace his cheekbones again, and down to his jaw, all the way until you were running along the edges of the Bonten mark. You felt his eyes on you, watching you as you admired the skin of his throat with your light touch, violet eyes looking into yours even as his intense gaze had your cheeks burning. But as you slowly traced along his tattoo you felt the soft puffs of sleeping breath fanning across your wrist, looking up to see Rindou had drifted off, pretty eyes that showed everything he tried to hide tucked away under soft lids and lashes. His eyes had been the first thing to draw you to him, the color so bright and unique it had made your stomach swim and all you could think of was seeing him again. See those beautiful eyes light up when you walked into a room or how Cloudy they get under his lustful gaze. How they made you feel like you were going ninety down the highway and like you were coming home for comfort in the same look. How he made you love the color violet.

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sadomas0chist · 3 years

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my slut

MINORS DNI // 18+

genre: NSFW

pairing: jean kirschtein x female reader

tags/warnings: degradation, slapping, spit kink, breeding kink, solo masturbation (female), dom jean, oral receiving (female), penetrative sex, saliva, slight size kink, explicit language, finger sucking, fingering, spanking.

word count: 2.2k

synopsis: jean gets jealous about an old ex you bump into on your date together. after multiple attempts to get his attention, you decide to show him that you only belong to him by being his submissive slut.

“Oh, fucking Christ Jean what’s the matter with you! You’ve been giving me the silent treatment since we left that goddam restaurant, not to mention the multiple times I reached out to grab your hand like I always do and you’d swat it away.” I yelled irritated by his childlike behavior as I stepped into the apartment we’ve been sharing together.

We never really found a hard time communicating whatever was bothering us, this was the way our relationship worked. Transparency and loyalty. But tonight Jean decided to frustrate me by simply disregarding my every move and word. Instead, he tugged at his tie, loosening it up, and undid the buttons of his dress shirt.

“Jean!” I shouted, smacking my hand on the marble counter beside me, almost kicking off the keys that were sitting on it. He briefly looked at me and hummed, a sign to cue me that he was listening to me.

“Why are you acting this way, stop behaving like that you don’t—“

“Oh but I fucking do y/n” he interrupted with a wryly chuckled. He slid his dress shirt off his chest and placed it over his shoulder. “I saw you back at the restaurant. When you went to the restroom and took too long to come back to our table, I went to check up on you and saw you chatting with your so-called ex-boyfriend and another guy.” He hissed, pointing his finger at my chest. His tall figure was now towering over me, his eyes looking down at me with anger.

I scoffed, pushing his finger away, and held the bridge of my nose. “Jean, I just bumped into him and he asked me how I was doing. He was being polite. Were you expecting me to just walk away?!” I waved my hand around and picked my heels from the floor.

“I didn’t say that. What I'm trying to say here is that you were enjoying yourself too much y/n. Is he that fucking funny? Eh? Look at me.” He groaned holding my chin with his fingers making me look up at him again.

“Jean, you're overreacting. I’m dating you, not him. You are the one who is balls deep in my pussy, not him.” I furrowed my eyebrows together, my tone getting louder. A spark of lust brushed through his eyes before he let go of me and walked to our bedroom. “Oh great!” I exclaimed, smacking my hands against my sides, my heels following my movements.

I followed him upstairs, and before I could say anything, he went into our bathroom and locked the door. Soon after, the sound of the water-filled the empty room, hinting that he was showering, without me.

I knew Jean was the jealous type. Although it makes him hotter sometimes, this time he was overdoing it. I decided to wait for him to get out so I can reason with him again. Jean was taking longer than normal to get out, which I concluded as payback for making him wait back at the restaurant. I huffed and threw my heels across the room, dropping my weight on our bed.

A sigh escaped my lips when I realized that I might also be in the wrong. After all, I did make him wait for almost twenty minutes.

The bathroom door opened, the mirror now foggy. Jean stepped with only a towel around his waist and another around his neck. His body was still wet, tiny droplets cascading from his torso down his legs. He looked good.

He grabbed his hairbrush from the dresser and combed his long hair. Everything he did was effortlessly hot and pesky. He was walking around the room as if I wasn’t there and it was testing my patience. “Jean,” I called out but I received no answer. “Come on Jean please I just want to talk to you.” I pleaded. He turned around, now set down the hairbrush on the dresser, and took a step forward.

“I’m listening.” He simply said and walked to his closet to grab a pair of shorts.

“Jean I know you’re mad at me but you seriously have no reason to be, he doesn’t mean anything to me and you shouldn’t be worrying--” I was cut off when he dropped his towel down and reached out for a piece of clothing. I must have been silent for a while because he turned around and teasingly slid on his black shorts, giving me all the time I needed to stare at his cock. I knew he was doing it deliberately and I still fell for it. I couldn’t help it.

“Why’d you stop? Is anything distracting you?” he inquired with a cocky expression, his basketball shorts already on. He climbed on the bed next to me and lied down, his head resting against his forearm as he used his other hand to scroll down his phone. I rolled my eyes. “You know what, fuck you and your childish behaviors. I’m going to take a shower.” I stood up and made my way to the bathroom until he spoke up.

“Come here.” His tone was serious and low. I turned around and crossed my hands against my chest. “Oh so now you want to listen?” I scoffed and waited for his answer. “I said come here y/n, now.” he put his phone away and adjusted his posture so now he was sitting against the headboard. He tapped his hand on the mattress, mentioning me to sit next to him. Doing as I’m told, I climbed back on the bed and sat on my heels.

“That’s my slut,” he grabbed my jaw in his hand and pulled my face closer to him. “You’ve been a very naughty girl tonight. I was about to give you something,” he paused, taking my hand and dragging it across his growing erection making me bite my lip, then proceeded “But I don’t think you deserve it anymore. Maybe he can fuck you better than I do.” he taunted and let go of me before sitting back again.

I knew he was trying to guilt-trip me, but I was too horny to hold a grudge. Instead, I took off my shirt, leaving my braless in front of him, and sat back on my back, holding myself up with my elbow. He seemed not to care as he kept reading whatever was on his phone but I had other plans.

I raised my skirt and pushed my thong aside. “Jean,” I called him out and sucked on my fingers. He glanced at me then at my pussy, slowly locking his phone. I dragged my middle and ring finger from my mouth to my clit, briefly stopping at my nipples to coat them with my saliva.

“You’re the only one who gets to see me like this.” I whimpered, the pads of my fingers rubbing against my bud, sending chills down my spine. I threw my head back, letting out a moan before looking back at him and adding, this time slipping one finger in. “You only get to feel this tight pussy.” He shifted in his seat, his erection becoming more visible. His eyes were now locked on my glistening cunt as it began making noises from how wet I was.

“Look how wet you make me.” I stretched myself adding another finger, gently moving them in and out of my opening. My moans grew a bit louder, his hand now pressed against his boner. He gave it a few rubs before he moved towards me and pulled my hand away from myself. He dragged me closer to him and turned my body around, pulling my hips up.

Soon after, I felt a stinging pain against the flesh of my butt. I yelped and tried to look around to see what he was using this time. But then I remembered the wet towel that was resting around his neck. This fucker. Another sharp sting quickly followed, making me jerk my body forward.

“Still want to act like a brat?” he asked, this time spreading my legs to have access to my throbbing cunt. He chuckled and dragged the towel between my cheeks, sending another electrifying spank. “You’re enjoying this, aren't you? You brainless slut.” I nodded, receiving a few more spanks before I felt him move behind me.

Straight away, I felt his tongue give a long slow lick to my slit, his hand giving my ass another spank. His fingers began alternating between gripping my flesh and teasingly fingering my opening. My moans and whimpers were muffled by my pillow, but his moaning and slurping were very audible. His tongue was making obscene sounds and he didn’t mind it. He flipped me over again, making me hold my thighs up for him before he gave my cunt some spanks, making me clench under his touch.

He spat on it and dived in again, his tongue and fingers working simultaneously to bring me closer to my orgasm. I squirmed trying to bring myself closer to come, but he kept me steady. The knot in my stomach tightened, my legs wrapping around his head, suffocating him with my thighs. “Jean, oh shit, Jean, I’m gonna come…” I whined, throwing my head back, his arms gripping onto my thighs sending me to my orgasm. I panted, his tall frame now standing as he took off his shorts, giving his erection a few strokes, his precum visible on his slit.

“You wanna suck my dick don’t you?” I nodded, sitting up and crawling to him. “Tsk tsk, tsk, such a whore for my cock.” He pushed me back down and spoke up again. “Too bad you won’t get to feel it down your throat tonight.” he chuckled darkly and spat in his hand, rubbing his saliva over his veiny dick, letting out a groan.

“Please, Jean…” I slid off my thong and spread my legs for him. “Please fuck me…” I spread my lips showing him my slit covered in my cum, begging him to fill it up with his. He positioned himself over me and teased my entrance by smacking his tip and rubbing it over it. I whined and reached out to grab his cock but he stopped me. He grabbed my chin and forced my mouth open before spitting. “Swallow,” he ordered rubbing his thumb across my bottom lips. “Look who’s being a good girl now, you like making daddy happy don't you?”

I nodded, taking his thumb into my mouth and gently sucking on it. He smirked at how obedient I was being and pulled his finger out, adjusting his position. He grabbed my jaw one last time and slapped my cheek, the bearable pain sending shivers to my core. Jean pulled my legs up, positioning them on his shoulders, and teased my clit one more time before ramming himself into me. I wailed at the sudden intrusion. “Fuck you’re choking my fat cock so good,” he grunted pulling himself back before thrusting again not giving me any time to adjust to his size.

He quickened his pace, biting the side of my leg. I tugged on my nipple and rolled my hips, meeting his thrusts. He bent down, squeezing me tighter, only to place a kiss on my forehead indicating that he wasn’t mad at me anymore. However, his thrusts said otherwise as he kept on pounding himself in me relentlessly.

Jean pulled away and switched us over so I was on top. Wasting no time, I pushed him back in and moved my hips. “That’s right, oh fuck just like that.” I rolled my hips and sped up my pace. My legs almost gave out from how tired I was getting, so he dug his fingers in my hips and fucked himself in me.

My body fell forward as I gripped onto his broad shoulders, feeling him grab and squeeze my ass cheeks and he pushed himself deeper in me.

“You want to have daddy’s babies? Huh?” he grunted, his thrusts getting sloppier. I nodded my head but it wasn't sufficient. “Use your words.”

“Yes daddy, cum inside me please.” I moaned out, my second orgasm almost making me blackout.

“I’m gonna fill you up so good baby.” he panted as his cock twitched in me and I felt his hot cum paint my insides. He whimpered in my ear as he moved me up, our cum leaking down my sore cunt to his lower stomach.

Jean pulled my head down as he captured my lips in his, kissing me passionately. He carefully pulled me off him and got some tissues from the nightstand to clean me up. “Did I hurt you?” he asked checking to see if he was being too rough on me. I shook my head and caressed his cheek with my hand.

“Come on baby, let's go take a shower.” he stood off our bed and picked me up in bridal style. “You know Jean, the guy that was standing with my ex was actually his boyfriend,” I said with a cocky grin as he put me down to get in the shower.

He turned on the water and followed right after me, pulling me against his chest. “I know, I just wanted to make sure that you know that you and this sweet thing,” he paused to cup my pussy, “belong to me.” I bit my lip and got on my tiptoes to plant a kiss on his lips.

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kaijime · 3 years

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she’s all yours

includes. virgin!sakusa kiyoomi, atsumu miya, bokuto koutarou, hinata shoyo

cw. fem reader, fivesome, virginity loss [not yours], fingering, oral [receiving and giving], nipple play, vaginal penetration, size kink, degradation, voyeourism, squirting, masturbation, breeding kink, creampie, cumflation

wc. 1.9k

a/n. thought of this idea last minute so this is probably gonna be a late birthday for mr. omi

“c’mon omi, have a taste” this position is embarrassing, to say the least. arms pinned above you with the help of bokuto and hinata, who hold your legs up in the air and position your pussy close to kiyoomi’s face. “our pretty lil manager has made a mess in her panties, just for you” atsumu taunts.

atsumu doesn’t hesitate to rip off your underwear and move his fingers across your folds. you squirm in your place, still suspended in the air with the two males holding your arms and legs open, putting on such a good show for sakusa, who’s knelt down close to your cunt. “she’s so sensitive, if ya press here” he uses his fingers to press on your clit, making you jolt and gasp at the contact. “she’ll be such a good girl for you”

sakusa puts his hand on your inner thigh, surprised at the little gasp you let slip past your lips. “omi-” you whine, sensitive thighs trembling under the grip they had on you. he does as atsumu suggested and toyed with the little sensitive nub, watching as you thrashed your legs in ecstasy, finally getting the attention you’d been longing since they suggested the idea.

unexperienced fingers played with your clit, your folds, and gathered up your dripping slick. he puts them in his mouth, savoring your taste like a starved man. “fuck” he groaned under his breath, breathy moans approaching your heat, making you buck your hips forward in hopes for some much needed relief.

his lips finally suck on your clit, tongue rolling circles around the nub and prompting another jolt from your body. he lets his muscle wander over you, lewd slurping sounds echoing in the almost silent room from between your thighs.

“fuck, she tastes so good” he revels in the sweetness of your cunt, his eyes glistening and asking for more without use of words. he unexpectedly leans in and slips his tongue past your folds and into your tight hole, watching how you arch your back against bokuto and hinata’s chest. they let one of your legs drop onto kiyoomi’s shoulder, giving him a better angle to eat you out and make you squirm.

“k-kiyo-! fuck!” you can’t even pronounce his whole name without cutting off.

“you should use your fingers on her” atsumu suggests, sitting up from his place in a chair where he was already palming himself through his pants.

“i already did” kiyoomi is quick to point at your clit, motioning at how he pressed on the nub. atsumu comes a little closer and swipes his fingers across your lips, spreading you with two of his fingers.

“no, like this” he slips a finger inside and curls it, hitting the spot that made your vision blue and left your mouth agape. “see, she likes it even more”

“oh” sakusa exclaims in embarrassment , comprehending what he said as atsumu took his fingers out of your clenching hole, just to be replaced with sakusa’s. “slowly, let her get used to you” atsumu says in an ordering tone.

you’re so lost from the pleasure, you throw your head back to be met with bokuto’s needy gaze on your face, your fucked our expression made this so much harder for him. “focus on him, princess” bokuto mumbles close to your ear.

“k-kiyoomi!” you squeal, feeling a second finger slip into your little hole.

“she can do something even better,” atsumu says “that right?” he asks, nudging his head towards you. as if on command, you nod your head eagerly.

“wanna suck you off omi, take you all in my mouth, please?” you beg. he looks up from his place between your thighs and nods, looking at bokuto and hinata so they would let you go. sakusa sits against the headboard of the bed, clearly nervous with how much he fiddled with his fingers.

you crawl up the bed until you reach his crotch, taking off his belt, his pants, his briefs, until his cock slaps against his tummy. it’s pretty, standing tall with a slight curve to the left and a pink tip. you moan a small fuck under your breath when you finally take in his size. he’s big. too big, you wonder if he’ll even fit.

you act on impulse, slowly wrapping your hand around it and sliding it up and down, watching the precum drip out at the mere contact.

“m-mmh!” he tries to muffle his moans, tries to save himself from the embarrassment since his teammates are here watching, but he wonders how long he could keep up, and how long he could last before he made a mess of himself.

you give the tip a kitten lick, slowly eyeing him up from his happy trail, to his chest, to his face. he’s so fucked out, holding on by a thread because all he wants to do is slam your face down his cock. you wrap your lips around the tip, paying special attention to it after receiving such a cute reaction from him. he’s clearly struggling, holding the back of your head as an alternative to the rough things he wants to do to you right now.

“fuck- can i?” he asks, ashamed to use you like a toy after you’ve been such a good girl.

“‘course you can” atsumu chimes in, using his fist on his cock, pretending it was him you were teasing with that pretty mouth. “she’s all yours”

sakusa wastes no time slamming your head close to the base of his cock, grunting at the feeling of your throat and your tongue swirling around him.

the best part is when you hollow out your cheeks around him, it’s such a pretty sight, specially when you look up at him like that when you bob your head.

“you can cum in her mouth” atsumu assures, as if you’re not even there, you’re just a toy for them to use. “she won’t mind, will ya?”

you shake your head, simultaneously humming a small mm-mm that drove him over the edge. the vibrations sent shivers up his spine, and gave him the last thing he needed to release down your throat.

“mmf-fuck” his toes point and his grip on your head tightens, shoving you down as far as he can while bucking his hips into your mouth. a steady stream of cum fills your mouth, and you do your best to swallow, but a tiny bit sneaks past and runs down the side of your cheeks.

he finally finished, letting go of you and giving you the chance to gasp for air. it took a few minutes to regain your breath, but when you did, you immediately crawled and sat on his lap, your warm cunt on his cock made him shoot up from his place on the bed.

“wh-what are you-?”

“c’mon omi, you already prepped me enough, don’t you wanna put it in?” you ask. the question was so tentative, yes, but he still couldn’t bring himself to give you an answer. instead, he cleans up the bit of his cum on the corner of your lip, and you lean into his touch. could it be that you’re desperate for him too? “it’s your birthday, after all”

with that, he slowly lifts your hips and flips you around to have you on your back, laid down on the bed for him to see and admire. your pretty tits, still covered by the pink lacy bra. he grabbed the cups and slid them down, just enough so he could marvel at them, leaning down to lick and suck at them.

“please- omi!” you wrap your legs around his waist, pulling him even closer to your sex and signaling you couldn’t wait anymore. “want you i-inside” you stutter.

he lines himself up with your hole, slapping the head against your clit a few times before pushing in slowly, inch by inch, making you squirm in your place. his groans are so pretty, his deep voice sounded so nice when he made such a lewd sound. “does it hurt?” he asks, worried.

“n-no, ‘s just big” you feel a pair of hands capture your own, pinning them above you once again and other hands play with your tits, squeezing and twisting your nipples, just enough to send waves of pleasure soaring through your body. “ah!”

“shh” bokuto comforts you, “be quiet” you do your best to stop your whines, but a few of them still manage to get past your lips. “good girl” hinata says, using his free hand to pet your hair.

kiyoomi slides out, almost completely and slams back inside, groaning at the feeling of your tight cunt. he knew it would be tight, but he didn’t think it would be that tight. “fuck- it’s so good” he groans.

“touch her clit again omi, it’ll make her feel good too” sakusa does as instructed and uses his thumb to rub at your clit. you buck your hips under his touch, kicking and squealing at the pleasure. “try calling her mean names, like a slut”

“dirty fucking slut” he says, as if he’d been holding back and atsumu just gave him permission. “gonna cum?”

he ruts his hips against yours, animalistic pace while searching for his high. you throw your head back, gasping for air when he presses your knees close to your body and folds you into a mating press. “yeah- oh! ‘m gonna cum... gonna make a m-mess” you moan. being starved off your orgasm for so long made you so sensitive and receptive to everything he did.

“m-mess?” sakusa repeats, he’s too focused on his own pleasure to know what you’re saying, barely able to process a few of your words.

“she’s gonna squirt” atsumu tells, still using his fist to get off on the lewd scene in front of him. “dumb little baby’s gonna make a mess all over his cock, ain’t that right sweetheart?”

“y-yes! yes, omi... wanna cum, please l-let me cum” you whine while sakusa changes the position again, putting one of your legs over his shoulder and holding the other one down, getting a much better angle, reaching deeper in your tight heat.

“do it, cum for me” he says, feeling your juices spray against his hips and soak the sheets. he swipes his fingers on your clit, watching as it prompted more slick to squirt out of your sensitive cunt.

“a-ah! fuck kiyoomi- kiyoomi!” you squeal, getting overstimulated from his harsh pace to your abused pussy, hitting your cervix with each thrust. the pain mixed with the stimulation left you panting and gasping for air, wishing he’d just finish.

“oh! i’m gonna cum, gonna cum!” he exclaims. “fuck, can i come inside?” he asks you.

“yeah! please omi, come i-inside, breed me!” you whine, suddenly feeling a spurt of creamy white on your cheek, presumably from atsumu, but you were too fucked out to find out. sakusa stills inside your cunt and shudders heavy breaths while he fills you up with the warmth of his seed.

“s-so much omi” you tell him, feeling as he keeps shooting cum into your womb, leaving a small bump in your tummy when he pulls out. he puts his hand on the bump, slowly pressing down and watching it spurt out of your gaping hole.

“so pretty” he says in awe, the sight of his cum dripping down your thighs and forming a pool beneath your ass, turns him on so much, just as much as seeing how atsumu flips your body towards him, legs hanging on the edge of the bed while he lines himself up with your cum filled hole.

he’s grateful the night has just started.

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babyboibucky · 3 years

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Slut Fest Day 5 - Noncon

Pairing: TWS!Bucky x Fem!Reader

Word Count: 2.3k yeah this is a full oneshot lmao

Warnings: Dark!Bucky obviously, fingering, unprotected p in v penetration, creampie, implied suicidal thoughts, use of a knife, mentions of wound and blood

A/N: This is the first time I wrote a full noncon fic so feedback is very much welcome!!! This will have a second part which is tomorrow’s prompt, Breeding

Slut Fest Masterlist || MAIN MASTERLIST

Your vision was hazy when you first opened your eyes, the splitting headache and body pain that came along with it almost made you think that you were merely having a hangover.

Almost.

Flashes of the previous night flooded your brain, you could only recall bits and pieces of what went down. You were at a club with your friends, lots of shots and dancing; there was a man in a black shirt that danced with you. He was ruggedly handsome and well-built with dark hair and a rough voice.

You searched your memories for a name...was it Brian? No, it was far from that. Brock? Yeah, you were confident that his name was Brock.

He danced with you that night and you were sure that he had asked whether you wanted to go somewhere private. And that’s where everything had gone to black.

Blinking helped you with your vision and now you can clearly see that you weren’t in your room. Looking around, you realized that you were in a cell. It was dark and damp, with only a single fluorescent light hanging from the ceiling above.

The pain in your shoulder and arms made you want to stretch but to no avail because it was only now that you discovered that your wrists were restrained and tied above your head. You were almost standing on your tiptoes with how high you were tied up, explaining the cause of your body ache.

“No, no...is someone out there?!” you screamed in panic as your mind finally understood what was going on.

“Please? Help me!” you yelled, tears prickling the corners of your eyes as you tugged at your wrist.

The echo of your voice was the only response you received. Up until you heard heavy footsteps approaching from afar. Your lips trembled in fear as you waited for someone to emerge from the dark.

And there he was, the man from last night, Brock. But he wasn’t alone.

In front of Brock was a man who was way taller and bigger than him— long brunette locks covered his face and if that wasn’t enough to keep his identity hidden, he had to be wearing a black mask as well.

It wasn’t just his large built and mysterious look that piqued your interest, it was his left arm. It was made out of what seemed to be metal; there was a red star painted on the shoulder.

“Good, you’re awake. Didn’t want to keep the Soldat waiting.” Brock said as he pushed the man inside the cell.

“Who the fuck are you?! Why am I here?!” you spat at Brock as you watched him close the cell door before locking it once more.

Brock merely smirked, “You were at the right place at the wrong time, baby. Needed to reward our asset with a little something, thought you looked like the perfect present.” he chuckled darkly.

“Soldat, she’s all yours.”

Those words made your bile rise up to your throat and the presence of the metal-armed man didn’t help you with your fear. You threw up all of a sudden, coughing as your tears began to fall endlessly.

“Please...please don’t.” it was all you could utter as you shook your head.

The sound of the Soldat’s heavy boots crushing the ground made your heart beat twice as fast. You probably looked pathetic, tugging at your wrists despite knowing that it was futile. The closer the Soldat was, the more you moved and thus, the weaker you got.

“Whoever you are, please...just help me out.” you pleaded.

The Soldat stopped when he was a feet away from you and suddenly, your breath hitched in your throat. His eyes were the bluest you’d seen and despite his intimidating appearance, they held a certain softness in them.

“I don’t know who you are but I know you don’t want to do this.” you softly said, hoping that he’d change his mind.

Your body jolted in shock when Soldat spoke, his voice was low and gravelly— hoarse even, like he hadn’t spoken in a long time.

“Такой красивый подарок.”

Such a pretty gift.

He lifted his metal hand and you flinched, afraid that he was going to hurt you. But he merely took your chin and wiped your bottom lip clean. Soldat was so close that you could hear his heavy breathing beneath his mask.

“Стоит ли мне развернуть подарок сейчас?”

Should I unwrap my present now?

“I...I don’t understand you.” you croaked out.

The way his blue eyes turned dark in a split second brought your fear back. Just like that, the softness he had turned into something so perverse, it sent shivers down your spine. You were about to say something when the Soldat gripped the neckline of your dress with his metal hand, tearing it open effortlessly leaving you in nothing but a pair of bra and underwear.

You screamed and tried to kick him but he was so much stronger than you. He didn’t even budge when your feet landed on his thigh. If any, your defiance triggered him and only placed you in a much more dangerous situation.

“I beg you, please…don’t do this.” you cried and cried.

A squeal escaped your lips when Soldat grabbed your face in his flesh hand, squeezing your cheeks as his eyes roamed around your face, taking in all of your features. His thumb grazed your mouth, tugging your bottom lip down before he spoke again, but this time, in a language you finally understood.

“Suck.”

Tears streaked down your cheeks as you shook your head but when you felt his hand tighten around your face, you were left with no choice but to obey. Letting out a shaky breath, you took his thumb into your mouth and sucked.

Soldat hummed before you felt his thumb press down on your tongue. He moved his thumb in and out of your mouth before letting go of your face and taking a small step back away from you.

You hoped he had a change of heart. He didn’t.

You let out a gasp when you saw him take out a knife from one of his holsters, skillfully flipping it before bringing it close to your face. You’d never known fear like this before, it was extremely horrifying.

It felt like you were face to face with the god of death himself.

“Don’t kill me, please! Please let me go, please...I’m not going to say anything to the police, I swear. I’ll stay quiet, I promise.” you sobbed.

Your pleas fell on deaf ears; the Soldat wiped away your tears before he dragged the tip of his knife from your neck down to the strap of your bra, slicing it before moving onto the next, letting it fall to the ground, leaving you bare for him.

There was nothing else you could do to escape and yet you tugged and tugged at your wrists, ignoring the stinging pain from how the restraints were now digging onto your skin. Your wails were unheard and the more you screamed for help, the more helpless you felt.

The Soldat moved to slice the sides of your underwear before tearing them off of you, throwing the fabric behind him. He took a step back, as if admiring his present before him and he loved it.

He loved seeing you like that, vulnerable and helpless. All for him to use, to take and to ruin.

A cold hand ran up from your hip to your ribs, the coolness of the metal making your entire body shiver. A soft sob echoed in the cell when the Soldat cupped your breast before his fingers pinched a nipple, making you cry out.

Your body was responding to his touches despite your protests and it was making you frustrated. You didn’t want this and yet your body craved for more, needed more from him.

The Soldat’s hand traveled to do the same to your other breast before sliding down to your abdomen, making you hiss at the cold sensation. His eyes met yours the same time he cupped your mound.

Your body jumped up as you cried, feeling his fingers rub at your cunt. You begged him to stop but at the same time, you wanted him to continue. Everything was a blur to you now; your pussy began to weep for the same man you wanted to run away from.

Biting your lip, you tried your hardest not to make a sound. Warmth crept up to your face when your hips began to move on their own, grinding against the Soldat’s hand as he continued to rub your folds at a slow, steady pace.

You felt ashamed. You weren’t supposed to feel good and yet you did.

The Soldat seemed to have noticed that you were holding back because he suddenly pressed his thumb against your clit at the same time he slid his middle finger in. The intrusion was enough to make you whimper, something that urged Soldat to keep going.

“N-no…” you whined.

He pumped his finger in and out of your cunt in a quicker pace until you felt your wetness dripping down your thighs. You cried and refused to look at him in the face so you rested your forehead against your arm.

Your body was giving up from how you were restrained, your arms were starting to feel numb and your legs were trembling both from pleasure and from trying to support your entire weight on your toes.

“S-soldat…” you unintentionally called out his name when he added another finger in.

It stirred something darker within the man, something primal and feral that made you want to just die right then and there. Perhaps it was better for him to kill you.

He continued to finger your cunt while rubbing your clit in circles, faster and faster until you were crying out both from shame and from your release. Wetness gushed out of your pussy, soaking his metal hand. He pulled his fingers out of your cunt and stuck it into your mouth, muffling your sobs.

“Я хочу попробовать тебя в следующий раз.”

I want to taste you next time.

The Soldat was quick to remove his fingers from your mouth, only to move them towards the zipper of his pants. Your eyes widened as you watched him take his cock out, pumping it a couple of times before he stood close to you.

You shook your head, “I don’t want this, please. Soldat, please…”

“Продолжай умолять, милая девушка.”

Keep begging, pretty girl.

In one swift motion, the Soldat hoisted your legs to wrap around his waist before sliding his cock into your pussy. You gasped out loud at the sudden stretch, your brows furrowing into your forehead at the stinging pain. The Soldat was relentless and didn’t give you time to adjust.

He kept on taking and taking and taking until nothing was left from you.

His cock was huge, it filled you up like never before. It stretched you out to the point of pain, making you sob out loud. Your lip began to bleed from how hard you were biting down on it, you were giving it your all not to moan but one particular thrust rendered your efforts a failure.

You moaned out loud when the tip of his cock hit your cervix, making your body tremble from the pleasure that shot through your veins. Your toes curled and your hands balled into fists when the Soldat kept on hitting that particular spot.

He started groaning and cursing in the same language he had been speaking. His hands on your hips were tight as he brought your body down on his cock each time he thrusted into you. Your restraints kept on jangling above you, as if they were mocking you and the way your body was reacting to the Soldat.

The Soldat sped up his thrusts, fucking you harder and deeper until you were gasping for air. His cock was punching the air out of you and with the heat building up in your abdomen, it was becoming difficult to breathe.

Your entire body was covered with a sheen of sweat while your face was drenched with your tears. You threw your head back when the Soldat brought his thumb to your clit, pressing down on it.

Looking up at your wrists, you noticed how wounded they already were. Small droplets of blood began to drip from your wrists down to your arm. You closed your eyes and refused to watch the Soldat’s assault on your body.

“Please, stop…” you softly begged, your voice barely above a whisper.

The Soldat didn’t stop and only went faster until you were a sobbing mess. Your body shook when your orgasm hit you wave after wave. You ended up crying out his name as you finished, drenching his cock with your juices.

His grunts were becoming louder and his thrusts sloppier. You knew that he was close and you didn’t want him to finish inside of you. You tried to move your hips away but he was too strong and managed to hold you in place as he fucked you until his balls tightened.

Two more thrusts and he was done, groaning out loud as you felt ropes of his cum fill you up. Your whine turned into a full cry when you realized that you were done for.

Just like that, the Soldat pulled out of you and tucked his cock back into his pants.

Your body had given up and you allowed yourself to just hang limply, ignoring the throbbing pain on your shoulders. At this rate, you were sure that your shoulders were already injured from having been restrained like that for hours.

Your cries died down into hiccups, you’d completely given up. The feeling of the Soldat’s release tainting your legs as it dripped out of your abused cunt was a clear indication that you’d lost everything.

The Soldat lifted your head up with his metal hand; he caressed your cheekbones gently as he finally removed his mask, revealing his face to you.

You were on the verge of passing out when he showed you his face, the last thing you saw before your vision turned black.

The Soldat truly was the god of death.

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alreadyblondenow · 3 years

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A not so Cinderella story

“I’m the only one in this room that knows you don’t have panties underneath this beautiful dress”

Pairing: football play! Jeno Lee x female cheerleader! reader

Genre: SMUT, FLUFF, enemies to lovers

WC: 4,507k

Warnings: mentions of food, as requested the reader here is a cheerleader so the character is fit. Please dont come at me. Public oral sex (female receiving) (inside school classroom), swearing, unprotected sex, mentions of rough sex, the sex was just inspired by Diggity Jeno hahaha, a lot of cliché moments here, mentions of bruises and dislocated bones (bc athletes) NOTHING DESCRIPTIVE IT WAS JUST MENTIONED

A/N: NOT PROOFREAD. I’ll fix it once I get my internet connection back. Part of Request Party. Also Jeno has been wrecking me lately.

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Peanut butter and jelly. That’s the perfect way to describe you and Lee Jeno.

The famous sandwich is known with its unbalancing tastes of flavors where the tastes of peanut butter and jam always fights in your mouth, but that’s what makes it so delicious. Something so unfit, unbalanced, contradicts, but still they’re better together. And just like the sandwich, you and Jeno are two different mixing flavors.

As the captain of the football team, and you as the captain of the squad, people around you expect that you ‘mix’ well with each other to the point that they expect you to be dating by this time.

“Nope. Not gonna happen. I hate him, he hates me. Let’s just accept that,” you whine to your friends as they ask you to take Jeno as your date for the dance this weekend. “It’s an exciting masquerade party, please let me enjoy my night without that dick ruining it,”

“And speaking of Jeno’s dick. Look at the size of that... Mmm,” one of your friends said and pointed to the side of the field where the football team are practicing and Lee Jeno’s shorts are just... so thin that his big dick is obvious.

“RIP to that pussy he’s fucking after dance...” another one comments.

“Okay, continue your drooling after practice. I need your full attention now. Let’s go! Move your asses!”

And just like that the captain in you is out in no time, earning respect from your friends and even impressing the guys from the football team. Of course everyone admired your leadership, skills and well... hot body. That’s why Jeno’s focus is nowhere to found the moment he heard you shouting from across the field and seeing your nice ass and-

“You can always say that you like her,” Jaemin disturbs Jeno’s thoughts with heavy breathing, sweating handsomely and waving at the students who calls him.

“Yeah, It’s not that simple,” Jeno said.

“Psh. Of course it is. HEY Y/N!!!! JENO SAYS YOU’RE SEXY!”

Jeno’s eyes went big and tried stopping Jaemin but its too late. You heard him already. Everyone, heard him.

“Stop staring at my ass Jeno, go back to practice” you said sternly and rolled your eyes at him. That was hot, Jeno thought.

You see, just like peanut butter and Jelly, you’re two different amazing beings. Each has unique personalities and charm, but you can’t see the good things in Jeno because you’re always blinded by his cocky attitude. But for Jeno, whenever you’re mad at him, annoyed to the core or whenever you talk back at him, he always finds it sexy. Until one day he fell for you, by just looking at you long and hard one perfect afternoon at the cafeteria while you’re busy reading something.

As the school dance commence and everyone had unique masks on their faces tonight, to be honest you quite enjoy it because somehow you feel invisible. You don’t feel popular and people are just so comfortable with talking to you, not knowing that you’re Y/n. And the only people who knew it was you was of course your friends, and you are having a great time.

“She’s the one wearing a white ball gown,” Jaemin whispers to Jeno under the loud party music and howling teenagers, “you owe me captain, it’s not that easy to make her friends talk,”

“Psh. Of course it is, you’re Na Jaemin,” Jeno pats his friend’s shoulder as a thanks and walked towards you with a smile in his face. Confident that you won’t shoo him away because you don’t know that he’s Jeno.

“Looks like I found my princess,” he said with all his might. Looking so handsome and perfect even with his mask on. You can’t help but accept the compliment and flirt back. So you turned towards him, flashing a big and excited smile and so thrilled that someone finally had the guts to call you princess.

“I thought you’d never show up! Now, dance with me!” you reached for his hand and the masked prince immediately twirled you.

Everything was suddenly beyond perfect that you felt like every second was a beautiful well written scene in a fairytale book.

It’s the way he holds you while dancing, telling you the right words that goes straight to your heart and immediately give you a smile. A kind of smile that only the right person can give you. But of course, you don’t know that yet.

As the night became even more perfect for the two of you, not knowing each other’s names just makes everything more thrilling and interesting but you promised to each other to stay true to each other when the clock strikes midnight and everyone has to take off their masks.

And to maximize the fun, you and Jeno ended up making out in one of the empty classrooms while everyone is busy dancing and enjoying the program. And by the way, it was a passionate kiss, not like those innocent kissing-a-stranger type of kiss that you see in movies. You both didn’t care at that moment whether you know each other or not.

“Fuck- I have to go back before midnight, I kind of... have an important duty during the event,” you said. Careful not to tell him that the captain of the cheerleading squad is needed to crown the voted prom queen.

“Understood,” Jeno says because he is the one crowning the voted prom king. “Does your lips always tastes sweet?” he asked with a very sexy tone, lifting you effortlessly with his incredible strength and making you sit on the desk. He reaches dow to your dress and went under it, completely startling you with the way he holds your thighs and kiss your knee, inner thighs, until he reaches your clothed pussy. Kissing the wet center and drownig with the feeling of his tongue shamelessly ruining your panties.

Bravely, Jeno removed your panties without breaking the soft kisses he’s giving you, putting your panties straight in his pocket for safe keeping and to make sure that you have no choice but to go back to him after midnight.

“Oh fuck-“ you moaned softly, covering your own mouth while the man in between your legs is giving you kitten licks on your pussy but intensifying everything when he spread your folds and focused on your clit. Licking it fast and kissing it like it it was your lips. It was unbearable, and this time two hands are covering your mouth to muffle you moans because you knew that what you’re doing right now can jeopardize your cheerleading career.

“Close- ooh, fuck. Right there please, faster. Ahh!”

You don’t know but Jeno is smiling right now, happy and contented that he get to do this with you. And in a matter of seconds, your legs are shaking and wanting to be closed so bad, but Jeno is giving you oral like he had never licked a pussy in a year and stopped your legs from closing to torture you further with his tongue.

Then suddenly, you heard your name being called and you made Jeno stop and quickly went down from the desks with weak legs, not having any other choice but to face everyone even after having a nice orgasm just a few minutes earlier.

You feel sorry for your prince of course because you literally kicked him and bolted away without any other words, not even a smile.

“Sorry I’m late, I was in the comfort room handling my tummy ache,” you cleared your throat and did what you had to do. A few minutes later, Jeno is now crowing the voted prom king and you didn’t bother looking at him because you knew he will look so handsome tonight. So you just stood there in the corner of the stage focusing on your weak legs, and feel Jeno stood beside you afterwards. Watching the the prom king and queen dance at the corner, both with tired smile and hearts yearning to be with each other again, suddenly Jeno spoke to you.

“I’m the only one in this room that knows you don’t have panties underneath this beautiful dress” he whispered beside you with a small smirk that only you can notice.

And the moment you lift your head to face him, you see you le prince.

Jeno is your prince. The prince who just gave you a mind blowing orgasm just a few minutes back.

“Lee Jeno- what the fuck. What have you done,” you said quietly, trying to control your reactions in front of the entire school.

“Date me and I’ll give it back to you”

“No thanks, you can keep it- just please dont tell anyone what happened to us.”

And just like that both of your happy endings are cancelled for the night. He felt broken, you felt guilty. But he can’t just finish this night without a fight.

“Fine. At least let me drive you home” he said bitterly.

“Fine”

The drive was quiet as expected. No one saw you get inside Jeno’s car, you made sure of it. To be honest you wanted to apologize to him for the kick earlier, but you figured it will make everything even more awkward. So forget it.

When he had finally pulled in front of your house, neither of you started moving as if you didn’t want this night to end badly than it already is.

“I had a great time...” you started, hoping that it’s okay to even say ‘thank you’

“Can’t you see that I’m trying my best here?” he said and it turned quiet again, “I like you Y/n,”

“Are you sure?” Are the only words that came out from you.

“A hundred percent sure. If you don’t let me date you even just for a short period of time to prove my feelings to you... I might cry while driving home,”

“And that’s fucking dangerous. Okay okay,” you were panicking at this moment “I accept your offer. Please, just drive safe. You’re making me nervous,”

Jeno smiled from ear to ear upon hearing your decision. Even though you didn’t actually accepted his offer because you wanted to date him too,it’s fine. Jeno is willing to work hard for you.

Day after day Jeno ask you if you’re free for the most awaited date but you try so hard to avoid him. It was not easy to hide your ‘relationship’ and to be honest it’s starting to annoy you.

One awful day after practice, it was the weekend and only the squad and the football team is in campus for practice. It was a tough and ugly day, so you decided to wait for everyone to finish showering before you start cleaning yourself.

The water was nice and the warm feeling of the showers just relaxes you to the max and enjoy the running water. You take this opportunity to sort out your thoughts...but someone disturbed your peace again.

You feel him hold you by the waist and encircle his arms around it, head rests by the crook of your neck and even by just feeling his embrace, you knew that Jeno is tired too. That he had a bad day too and you didn’t want to make things worst for the both of you.

“The door was open, I locked it for you” he said quietly. The tiredness was even obvious through the way he speaks.

And knowing that Jeno is using you to comfort himself, you just let him do what he wants as a way to give back to the comfort and company that he’s giving you now.

Wet kisses were place on your shoulder and neck, his strong arms kept you close to him until your ass is so close to his cock that it’s poking your ass cheeks but you just let it be. To be honest you love the feeling of what’s happening now, you feel so close to Jeno just like the night during the dance.

You turned around to face him, only to find his face full of dirt from practice, exhausted expression and silence. He was never silent when he’s around you, and that’s how you confirmed that it was indeed a bad day.

“Want to talk about it?” You offered and Jeno just rests his forehead on yours, letting the water run through your naked bodies. Hands all over each other, no funny business just providing comfort. You took initiative to clean his face with your soap and pour shampoo on his hair, washing it gently as he lets you do what you want.

And finally, you see a hint of smile from his face and you cant help but to smile back.

You didn’t do anything stupid in the showers with Jeno, you just literally had shower with him while he keeps you close but it felt that you did something so intimate together. Like a couple who passionately had sex in bed.

After cleaning yourselves Jeno reached for your towel and wrapped you nicely, looking at your boobs without feeling ashamed because you’re looking at his cock too. If it was a normal day, you’d have sex right then and there, but you both don’t want it as of the moment.

“Wait here don’t get dressed yet,” he said when you’re back in the locker rooms.

And when he came back still wearing a towel wrapped around his waist, he dropped on bended knee as if he’s going to propose. But instead of reaching for your hand he reached for your leg, and made you wear the underwear that he took from you during the dance. “I washed it myself,” he said and placed a quick soft kiss on your waist before he gets up.

It was a sweet gesture. Not normal, but it was sweet and you liked it. He got up, turned his back and left you to finish putting your clothes. You wonder if he’ll wait for you outside because truth be told you don’t want this to end yet.

After you finish drying your hair and making yourself decent again, hoping that someone is waiting for you outside already. You saw Jeno waiting for you outside the school beside his car, looking so handsome on fresh new clothes with the cutest smile. Of course he waited.

“How was your day?” he finally asked you.

“Bad,” you answered and took a big bite on your hotdog sandwich. “I pushed my team so hard today that everyone just hated me during practice,”

“Same thing happened to me, me and Haechan almost got into a fight in the middle of practice earlier. I guess this what happens when we don’t practice at the same place,” he joked but his intentions were cute. “I’m not sure if were going to win this season. If we don’t, I would have to wave goodbye to my dream college”

“Jeno, we’re aiming at the same college, and knowing what they look for an athlete, it’s impossible that you won’t get scouted. I mean, you’re the reason why we keep winning. College football is no joke, so hang in there just do your best”

“College cheerleading is no joke either, you have to get in for me. I’m not taking cheers from a stranger it had to be you,” he made you giggle and let out small laughs that echoes around his car. You just nod at him and wiped the ketchup from his lips.

“Thank you and I’m sorry I’m always an asshole when it comes to you,” you said perfectly ruining the mood but Jeno did not let that happen.

“And for someone who used to hate each other, we sure are better when we work together,” he said, leaning closer to you for a kiss that you didn’t avoid. “Watch me win you fair and square,”

You smiled at what he said and returned the kiss to shut him up. And the next thing you know, you’re making out with Lee Jeno in his car in the middle of an empty fast food parking lot.

“You’re the first boy I ever kissed, Jeno, and I want you to be the last.... I mean you’re the first sincere kiss-“

“I get it, I get it,” he said and continue kissing you again.

After that fateful day, you’ve been each other’s rocks and support system. Meeting under the bleachers, showering last so you could shower in peace together after every weekend practice, and have secret dates whenever you want to. It was a beautiful time even though you’re not yet officially together. And that proper date he was meaning to give you, finally happened and you feel bad for avoiding this amazing moment to happen.

“Okay, I think we should stop” Jeno cut the kiss when you’re both getting too carried away. Knowing that his parents are away and you have the house all for yourselves just makes everything even more dangerous now. But instead of stopping you pushed him on his bed and went on top of him. Putting both of your legs on each of his sides and earning a cute giggle from him. “Alright, if this is what you wanted”

Jeno then traded places with you, putting you beneath him effortlessly and kissing every exposed skin he sees while slowly lifting your shirt and unclasping your bra effortlessly. Cupping your boobs and kneading them gently while he makes you crazy with his touch and the way his tongue swipes on your lips and dominates the kiss with that powerful tongue.

When he removed his shirt, you expected to see a very hot body, a perfectly sculpted abs, and his strong arms. You were prepared to see that. What you didn’t expect to see were the scars and bruises he got from practice and from his past games.

“Hey, don’t mind the scars. They don’t hurt anymore,” he reached for your hand and intertwined his fingers with yours. Even though his body was all ruined like this, he looks so happy in life and this current moment. You then realized that Jeno is more than football and his cocky attitude. He’s a man who loves the game and is willing to do everything for his dream.

And that.... fucking turned you on that you attacked him with kisses and quickly removed your pants, Jeno did the same with quick movements until you’re both wearing only your underwear and ready to do it for the first time. He was the first one to remove his boxers briefs and thats the time when you remember how your friends drooled over Jeno’s big dick. It was true.

And that’s going inside you. Every inch of that veiny, thick cock of Jeno.

He removed your panties next, kissing your legs as he swiftly pull it down you thighs and expose your pussy to him. Whispering sweet words, comforting and filthy ones to balance this beautiful moment. You smiled when he pulled away from kissing you and finally lining his cock to your entrance.

Pumping his cock in between your opened legs and in front of your wet pussy, he started to tease you with the tip of his thick cock. Up and down, Jeno made you feel how raw he’s going to fuck you tonight. He started kissing and touching your body, slowly pushing in your tight hole and stealing your breath away, making you breath so heavily and grip his strong shoulders as he oh so slowly put his entire cock inside you.

“Does it feel nice?” You struggled talking but you managed to let out decent words. He nodded and rolled his hips, making you both moan and hold each other tightly. That’s how nice Jeno feels around you.

He gave you a few gentle thrust, stretching you good so won’t get hurt when he starts fucking you hard. You watch his cock go in and out of your pussy, and you can’t help but feel proud that it fits perfectly. “I love seeing your smile,” he said when he caught you smiling. He kisses the top of your breast, softly and just making you feel crazy with his soft lips around your nipples. Suck it good and twirling his hot tongue around it until your nipples are hard and swollen.

You didn’t notice that he has been fucking and giving you harder and faster thrust that his bed is starting to creak so bad and your bodies are slightly bouncing from the mattress. The pleasure was so nice especially its you that he’s fucking now, that his mind just went blank and started kissing your breast wildly which made you part your lips and furrow your brows. You then reached for him because you can’t take the pleasure anymore and made him kiss your lips instead.

But just as you thought that the he will go slow, no. When his chest hit your breast, and you’re now bodies to bodies that he’s putting his entire weight on top of you, Jeno became wild again and pinned your legs on the mattress and started fucking you hard.

Thrust and thrust you feel the impact on every inch of your body, and feeling the sting and hurt on your cunt as he continues to fuck you so good and the pleasure did not stopped from there. He lifted your left leg, using your flexibility wisely and placing your leg on his shoulders, earning a kiss on your leg when he saw that you got excited with the new position.

Jeno went back to fucking you again, putting his left thumb on your clit to draw small circles while his other hand is holding your leg safely as he fucks you good again.

“Jeno- ahh! Fuck, not on the pill” you informed him with heavy breaths and delicious groans. Gripping his sheets tightly as you slowly feel your orgasm build up and made your toes curl. Pushing Jeno away and closing your legs immediately so could curl in a ball and enjoy your orgasm. You didn’t noticed that he came on your body the moment he pulled out, painting your skin with his hot and thick cum.

Suddenly it was quiet and only your heavy breaths can be heard.

“Sorry about that,” he apologized immediately and placed soft kisses on your shoulders while you still curl and shiver.

“No it’s perfectly fine,” you reached to him for a kiss and then Jeno proceeded to cleaning up his mess. Kissing your sensitive body while he wipes it and putting you both in the mood again for a second round, but stopped yourselves and just enjoy the night while you talk naked in his bed.

“Can you please play more safely? I see you go to the nurse’s wing every after game, but I never understood why until now. I though it’s just simple bruises.... and not, dislocated bones and-“ He cut you off with a soft giggle and caught him blushing like crazy. Who is this man? Is this really Lee Jeno? “What?” You added.

“Nothing. You’re just so cute when you worry for me. I remember back then you told me you wish I break my ankles during one of our morning practice because we had the field that day first,”

“Yeah... I’m sorry about that. You’re just so, annoying sometimes and I just hate you so much,” you gave him a hug as a sorry for what you said back then, which he gladly accepted and planted a kiss on your forehead.

“How about now? Do you still hate me now?” He squeezed you butt cheek to remind you of what happened earlier and how you loved every second of it.

“I most definitely, still hate you Jeno Lee” but of course, Jeno did not buy it and started kissing you again. Touching all the right places and whispering the right words. Until you two fucked again that night and he had to drive you home a little later that usual. This was the first night that you realized, you never wanted to be apart from Jeno.

“Y/n,” he called you just before you enter your house. You turned around to face him and gave him a sweet smile.

“Jeno Lee?”

“I love you,”

“I love you too,”

And just like that he made your heart jump again without any warning. Leaving you safely and driving away from you with both happy hearts.

When Jeno’s most awaited game finally came, by this time around you’re both still seeing each other secretly.

“There’s my favorite cheerleader,” he grabs you by the waist and admire you in your cheer uniform. You rolled your eyes at him and raked his long hair away from his face. Reminding him to play safely tonight.

“Win for this pussy,” you said with a smirk. You haven’t had sex with Jeno for some time now because he was so focused with practice and you think, tonight is just perfect.

But the handsome guy has something more in mind, “uh uh, Im winning for something else, this game is big I need a motivation,”

“Well, name it lover boy and I’m happy to give it,”

“Your heart. If we win this game we will be officially together and of course, the sex is just a bonus. What do you say? My place?” he’s waiting for an answer that will give him the energy that he will need all throughout the game.

You kissed him on the lips and encircled your arms around him and said, “Deal” then placed another one, “Now go win because I don’t want to spend my life with anyone else”

“You just had to set the bar high right before a game, huh?” He smirked and asked for another kiss. Completely transferring your balm to his soft, addicting lips.

Of course you and Jeno were excited and all for the thrill that night. The game wasn’t easy to win, but he worked hard inside the field while you worked hard outside the field, making sure that the people will have faith to Jeno until the end of the game, win or lose.

And speaking of win or lose, of course you’ll still make him your boyfriend after tonight. You just couldn’t let his heart break two times in one night.

But no worries, because as you wave your pompoms and screamed for Jeno’s name to take the winning shot, everyone celebrated with you.

“THAT’S MY BOYFRIEND!!!” You shamelessly shouted and came running towards to Jeno together with the others and Jeno caught you in his strong arms and lifted you off the ground. Kissing you in front of everyone which made their jaws drop.

That night, you have never been so flirty around Jeno, and he had never been this sweet to you. Maybe, you two were just holding it in and now that nothing is stopping you, you’re ready to love each other with everything you got.

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spenciegoob · 3 years

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Dethroned (Requested)

A/N: I know the request said the relationship between Reader and Luke is platonic, but I kinda dropped subtle hints that Luke is slightly pining for Reader... oop.

Request: smutty post-prison Reid being jealous. Like him just being absolutely in love with reader, like he had been since she joined the BAU but was too nervous to say anything so settled for being mega close best friends. Then when he returns from prison he finds out that her and Luke have become close friends whilst he’s been gone (its simply platonic though) and he ends up snapping and just absolutely annihilating the reader over her desk in the office after everyone else has left

Pairing: Post Prison!Spencer x Fem!Reader

Category: Smut

Content Warning: jealous!spencer, exhibition, hair pulling, degradation/praise, penetrative sex, unprotected sex, breeding kink

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Word Count: 3.9K

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It was a gradual realization on his part. Spencer was so overwhelmed with coming home, his mom and Cat to even really take notice in the shift of your attention from him to Luke Alvez.

It wasn’t like you completely ignored him since his return. You were Spencer’s best friend, the title he settled on all those years ago when you all but skipped into the BAU and into his life.

And it wasn’t like you didn’t have other male friends. Before his leave, Derek and you had gotten along pretty well right off the bat, and Spencer never thought about it twice. If anything, he was ecstatic that two people that were so important in his life were also important to each other.

But when Spencer was stuck behind physical bars that represented every feeling for you he’s tried to keep at bay, you found comfort in Luke. He couldn’t blame you for that either, especially when the first time you visited him all he could see was hurt in your eyes, and all he could do was stare back with the same expression.

The first time he noticed the shift was after everything had settled, and the groove of life, for the team at least, was back in motion. You all had decided to go out and grab a drink, and the second you agreed, Spencer was also on board. He would follow you just about anywhere if it meant the smile on your face when he said yes stayed forever.

Luke had whispered something in your ear, the music in the bar too loud for Spencer to catch what it was. It had to be hilarious by the way you threw your head back in laughter, Luke’s eyes immediately dropping to the newly exposed skin, before nudging his shoulder with yours.

Spencer couldn't keep his eyes off the conversation in front of him. He should have when the grip on his glass was so hard it could’ve shattered.

“You know, kid, if you talked to her, she’d know how you feel,” Rossi had told him that night.

“That’s exactly why I can’t,” Spencer thought in his head, but merely gave Rossi a whatever, and walked away to the bathroom. He stared at himself in the mirror that night, hoping the disgust he felt for how angry he got whenever he saw you with Luke was enough to make it disappear.

It never did.

Like right now, Spencer sat at his desk, a rubber band ball being suffocated in his hand as he watched you perch yourself on top of Luke’s desk. It was an innocent act on you part, but the way Luke leaned back in his chair, opening himself up to you, and allowed his eyes to flicker to your bare legs that were swinging back and forth softly was definitely not innocent... not in Spencer’s book anyway.

It came as no surprise to Spencer that Luke would at the very least find you attractive. You were, in every aspect. Spencer could stare at your for hours, and sometimes, he did.

He would look at the way your skirt hugged your curves in the best possible way, or he would stare at your neck when you leaned back to stretch out. He would watch the way you crossed and uncrossed your legs, a nervous habit you’ve always had. Spencer would think about how soft they probably were, like silk rubbing against each other.

But now Luke was also looking at you like that while you talked about what you were going to do this weekend.

“If you’re not busy, you should totally come,” you told him, obviously excited with the idea of Luke tagging along to wherever you planned on going.

“Yeah, I think I can make that work,” he agreed, and when he did, you jumped up off his desk, enthusiasm practically dripping from you.

“Yes! It’ll be so much fun, I promise!” And then you did the one thing Spencer silently begged you would never. You kissed Luke on the cheek before scurrying back to your desk.

Of course you would kiss him on the cheek. To you, that was a seemingly innocent and friendly action, one that Spencer had been on the receiving end of for the past 10 years.

But now, Luke stole his crown and was flaunting it in front of Spencer’s face like an older brother who just got an XBOX for Christmas. Okay, maybe Spencer was a tad on the dramatic side, but how could he not be when Luke all but physically railed you over his desk when his eyes unashamedly did?

There were many things Spencer could take and get back up like nothing had happened. He’s been shot, punched, kicked, framed for murder and hell, he even stabbed himself, but none of that compared to the deep rooted anger that blossomed in his chest like a flame to gasoline when the thought of Luke touching you swarmed his brain.

Enough was enough.

“Alright, you’ve all worked enough today. Please, go home and get some rest,” Emily’s voice traveled from outside her office door to the agents that still inhabited the bullpen like a second home. Most, including Emily in its rarity, gathered their stuff to finally call it a night.

“So, you’ll text me the information?” Luke asked you as he was putting his jacket on. You had yet to move from your slouched position over whatever paperwork you insisted on finishing before leaving.

“Yeah, definitely!” You beamed up at him before returning back to your case file immediately. Luke walked away with a little more pep in his step than usual per Spencer’s analysis.

“Hey, Spence. Do you think you can hang back a second and look over this for me?” You asked him, catching the attention of the stumbling genius as he tried to get back to his apartment as fast as possible and deal with his... issues with you and SSA Luke Alvez.

He was going to say no, really he tried, but when he looked up to your puppy dog eyes and slight pout, how could he? Spencer knew you were giving him that face on purpose, he had told you in the past that if you were to ever give him your best puppy dog eyes, he could never refuse.

Now it was coming back to bite him in the...

“Uh, yeah, sure.” Spencer made his way over to your desk that was piled high in paperwork more than anyone else’s.

“I took a bunch of work home, and I accidentally dropped all my files and they scattered every where. So now, all the paperwork is mixed up and Emily needs these by tonight. Basically I’m screwed, but I just wanted to make sure the arsonist in Kentu-”

“I’ll help you,” Spencer interrupted your rambling once he got a grip on himself after adjusting to being so close to you. The smell of your perfume wafted into Spencer’s nose and got him drunk faster than any alcohol could ever.

“Oh no, Spence. Don’t worry I can handle this,” you immediately shut him down, but Spencer was not easy to convince, and once his mind is set to something, there’s no changing it.

“I want to, trust me.” Spencer had started to roll his desk chair over to you. You sat there momentarily stunned for two reasons:

1. He had dropped everything to help you.

2. He wasn’t affected by the close proximity of you two the same way you were, or at least knew how to hide it really well.

The buzzing of your phone on your desk pulled you from your trance as Spencer settled next to you and went to pull a new file from your overgrowing pile.

You picked it up to find a text from Luke, opening your phone to a picture of Roxy enjoying the toy you got her last week.

Spencer turned to you to find you smiling and letting out a breathy laugh at your phone.

“What?” He asked, more sarcasm dripping from his tone than expected. If you noticed, you didn’t say anything.

“Just Luke and Roxy. I love that dog so much,” you said while putting your phone on silent and setting it face down. You didn’t look up at Spencer, but if you did you’d find him beet red with anger, and holding the armrests of his chair a little tighter than necessary.

“Hm,” was all he mumbled in response. This, you didn’t ignore.

“Is something wrong? You really don't have to do this with me,” you fumbled over your words, worried that your clumsiness and disorganization was what was annoying Spencer.

“No no, it’s not this. I like paperwork, actually.” You finally looked over at Spencer to find him already staring at you. His gaze bore into you like a blade to the gut, his intensity something you had never been on the receiving end of. It would be a lie if you were to say it wasn’t making you nervous.

“Then what is it.” Your words were not meant to come out as a whisper, but with Spencer’s intimidation and the way it made your stomach flip, you were overwhelmed already.

“Nothing, just, uh,” his confident persona was gone just as quickly as it came. “You and Luke, huh?”

Now it makes sense. You couldn’t help the small smile that etched across your features at his unknowing admission. Spencer Reid was jealous, actually jealous.

“Yeah, he’s a great friend.” Your emphasis on the word friend did not go unnoticed by Spencer, but he couldn’t stop himself from letting the words crawling up his throat out.

“I’m sure he thinks the same about you. The profile in this case fi-”

“What’s that supposed to mean?” Two can play at this game, and if it was going to end the way the two of you were unknowingly both hoping, you would have to succumb to the rules.

“Hm? Oh! So you’re oblivious to the way he looks at you?” Spencer spat back, jealous intimidation turning to full anger now.

“Jesus, Spencer. Of course I’m not oblivious, but that doesn’t mean I look at him like that.” At this point, you stood up from your chair, Spencer’s approach throwing you off and getting you more worked up than you cared to admit.

“Besides, I have eyes for someone else,” you mumbled quietly under your breath, but Spencer caught it. “I’m calling the night. I suggest you do the same.”

You picked up as many files you could, not wanting to reach over Spencer before turning around to make you descent home.

Before you could get far, though, Spencer grabbed your elbow and spun you back to crash into his hard chest. You gasped, not making eye contact and instead opting for staring at his lips.

“Who?” Spencer asked, also not looking up from your lips. Both of your minds swarmed with the desperation to feel each other’s against your own.

“You.” And that was all he needed to finally succumb to his mind’s wishes. Your lips moved together like a violin bow to a string, creating a perfectly conducted symphony of files falling from your arms and deep inhales of each other.

Spencer reached out behind you, never taking his lips off yours and pushed anything that was on your desk with a deafening crash. Pens, papers and tape now littered the bullpen floor, but you couldn’t bring yourself to care when all you could feel were Spencer’s hands gripping your waist as he hoisted you up to sit you on your now clear desk.

His lips finally detached from yours, the need for oxygen getting in the way of a kiss you wish could last for eternity. They didn’t go very far, Spencer attacking your neck with little nips, surely to leave incriminating bruises. Your hips started to involuntarily roll forward, searching for friction from his hardening member still constrained by his work slacks.

“Spencer, please,” you begged, needing to feel him, all of him at this moment. His lips abandoned your neck to slowly pull back and scan your body like a predator indulging in his final prey one last time before he answered.

“Please what, Princess,” Spencer whispered, his hands moving down to grip your thighs that were attempting to squeeze together at your new pet name.

“Please, fuck me,” you whimpered back. His deep chuckle resonated through you as he leaned closer until he was directly next to your ear, his hot breath fanning down your neck causing you to arch your back slightly.

“Right here on your desk like a little whore,” he whispered against you, his lips grazing the shell of your ear. Spencer shook his head slightly as he pulled back to grab your chin lightly with two fingers, forcing your head back.

He leaned in as close as possible to whisper against your lips one last time. “Only for you.”

Time stopped as hands sped up in a frenzy to rip each other’s clothes off, lips molding together like a lock and key never wanting to separate, and hips involuntarily grinding against each other in search for some friction in an overwhelming search for release.

Only when Spencer gave up on your shirt buttons and ripped the fabric apart, adding drums in the form of buttons hitting the desk and floor to the song you two collectively decided to dance to tonight, did he allow his lips to leave yours. Slowly, he nipped his way back down your neck, pushing you back softly until your body fully rolled down on the cool wood underneath you.

Spencer’s eyes found yours again as his hands inched behind you, silently asking for permission to break down yet another barrier between your two bodies. After a pleading whimper from you, he unclasped your bra and slowly pulled it down your arms.

Spencer maintained eye contact as he wrapped his mouth around your nipple, swirling his tongue around the peak before sinking his teeth in teasingly. Your back arched into him, a strangled whimper leaving your body as the heat between your thighs increased significantly.

“Spencer please hurry. I need you,” you whimpered softly, pulling his hair back from the top of his head in hopes of getting him in an area far more dire in need of attention.

“Do you know how long I’ve wanted this?” Spencer mumbles in between kisses inching back up your body. His hands make their way under your skirt as he continues. “I want to take my time with you, but given our circumstances,” he paused to take a look at the deserted bullpen. “I’ll give you what you want, and fuck you like a whore.”

There was no other way to explain the way Spencer ripped your panties off so hard the lace snapped under his force than animalistic. He wasted no time stuffing them into his back pocket, and fully separating from you to stand straight and unbuckle his belt. Spencer’s eyes stared down at you, taking in every part of your body to file away in his brain in case he ever needs it. His once honey brown orbs were now absorbed with black, his pupils full and his eyes displaying a kind of fire only lust can fuel.

Once his belt was fully off, he smirked and folded it in his hands. Staring at the new object of his desire, he tantalizingly shook it back and forth slowly, watching the way it bounced with his movements.

“Should I gag you with this so you don't alert the whole goddamn building of how desperate you are?” Spencer looked back at you to find your cheeks a deep shade of red, partially at his degrading tone, but mostly at the idea of being gagged.

“No, sir. I wanna feel you.” The title slipped past your lips with no control or hesitation. Your cheeks burned further as Spencer’s movements stopped, his eyes widening slightly.

“Fuck it,” he whispered before throwing the belt on the floor and unzipping his pants with more speed than you've ever seen him move.

Spencer gave you zero time to even register his size before he was stepping in between your legs, lining himself up and slamming into you to the hilt with one hand, the other grabbed a fistful of your hair, pulling back hard, all while never taking his eyes off you.

You couldn’t stop the loud gasp leaving your body as Spencer groaned at the feeling of you around him.

“God, you’re so fucking tight, Princess,” he grounded out, the soft growl in his tone causing you to whimper and clench around him.

When he felt you start to squirm underneath him after adjusting to his size, Spencer started to move, setting a brutal pace immediately. Your entire body felt like it became engulfed in flames, the feeling of Spencer repeatedly hitting the sweetest spot inside you over and over with a force unmatched was too much to handle.

Tears started to well in your eyes as the soft whimpers and pleads left your lips. Spencer pulled himself from his position tucked neatly into your neck to stare down at you, never relenting on his pace.

“What’s wrong, Princess,” he teased, a smirk growing across his features at your tears. “Is it too much for your little cunt? What happened to the girl that begged to be fucked like a whore?”

Spencer let go of his grip on your hair to wipe the tears blackened with mascara that were running down your face.

“So good, sir. Please don’t stop,” you mumbled, only half coherent. The only thing you could focus on was the feeling of Spencer filling you completely. His dark eyes flickered down from your face only for a second, but when he looked back up at you, excitement joined the lust in them, a swirl of emotions destined to destroy you in the end.

Spencer grabbed one of your hands that was gripping his shoulder, nails digging into the skin and leaving marks he wished would last forever. He placed in on your stomach, and confusion filled your mind for a moment until you felt the tip of his cock hit your hand.

“You feel that, Princess? You feel how deep I am? I’m gonna fill you up.” Your back arched, and you finally released a loud, wanton moan at his words. Spencer didn’t miss the way you clenched around him tighter at the thought. “God, I’m gonna fill you up with my cum, make you - fuck- carry my child. Make sure everyone knows who you belong to.”

You felt the knot in your stomach growing tighter with each word, and when Spencer lifted one of your legs into the crook of his elbow, hitting you impossibly deeper, you knew you weren't going to last much longer.

“Oh G-god, Spence. I- I’m gonna....”

“It’s okay, Princess. I’ve got you,” he groaned back, lifting two fingers to your lips before forcing them into your mouth. Instinctively, you hollowed out your cheeks and sucked on his digits. “Let go, Princess.”

All you needed was his permission before letting your orgasm rock through you, the muscles in your body seemingly losing and gaining all the tension in the world at once, your vision going white, and your mind blank except for one thought; Spencer.

Your loud moans were blocked by his fingers pushing deeper down your throat, catching them before any unwanted guests could hear.

Your moans started to turn to whimpers around his fingers as the overstimulation kicked in. Spencer could sense it by the way you still clung to him as tightly as possible.

“Fuck that’s it. You’re doing so well, Princess, taking all of me,” he growled out, his hips losing their rhythm, signaling his own impending orgasm. Spencer leaned down further, pushing your leg farther up in the process, and again, hitting you deeper than imaginable.

Two more sloppy thrusts in that position, and Spencer was coming deep in you with your name and different praises being groaned in your ear. He bottomed out once more, coming to a stop buried deep, both of you trying your hardest to catch your breath.

When he started to pull out, you whimpered immediately at the feeling.

“I know, sweetheart. I’m almost done,” Spencer whispered, caressing your cheek as he fully unsheathed himself. The abandoned weight of him on top of you, and the loss of his cock filling you up left you cold as he went to rummage through your drawers for tissues, but all you could do was stare up at the lights hanging from the ceiling, your body still slightly twitching.

When Spencer returned to you, he sat you up and kissed your forehead before reaching in between your legs to clean you up. The second the tissue hit your sensitive cunt, you winced.

Spencer looked back up at you but before he could say anything, you cut him off.

“It’s okay. I’m okay,” you reassured him, smiling softly as you reached up to caress his cheek. Upon your approval, he went back to cleaning you up. “Actually, I’m more than okay. That was.. That was-”

“Yeah,” he said, chuckling slightly and shaking his head. “I know, right?”

“Maybe we should thank Luke,” you teased him. Immediately, his smile faded and he looked up at you with an expression that can only read “Seriously?”

You let out a full laugh now, obviously still entertained with the idea that the Dr. Spencer Reid was jealous of Luke Alvez.

“I’m joking,” you said, your smile turning from one of hilarity to adoration as Spencer straightened back up to stand between your legs and wrap his arms around your waist. “And Spence, it’s always been you. Not Luke, not anyone else. You.” You emphasized your point by jabbing a finger into his chest.

“Good, because that would make this really awkward,” he said back. You tilted your head in confusion to which he laughed at before continuing. “Do you want to go grab dinner?”

Your cheeks blushed profusely as he asked you out as if you didn’t just let him take you over your own desk at work.

“I would love to say yes, but I still have to finis-” When you turned around to look at the pile of paperwork you had yet to complete, it was no longer on your desk, but scattered around it. During the rush of trying to feel each other completely, the two of you failed to notice the stack of files that started this whole thing had fallen all over the bullpen floor.

“Emily is going to kill me,” you said, turning back to Spencer who was still staring at the now empty spot on your desk.

“Actually, she has two reasons to kill us now.” You threw you head back in laughter, Spencer joining you at the thought of Emily finding out about the last 30 minutes. “But seriously, you go deal with the security footage, and I’ll deal with the paperwork.”

“Hmmmm...” You pretended to ponder the thought of not having to do all of that paperwork by yourself anymore. “Deal.”

“Deal,” Spencer repeated back, smiling softly before kissing you one more time.

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starshipsofstarlord · 3 years

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Sebastian convincing you to have another baby...

Pairing | Sebastian Stan x reader

Summary | Seb wants another baby, but he still has to convince you into wanting the same thing.

Warnings | smut, breeding kink, fluff, oral sex (fem receiving), unprotected sex, mentions of birth control, creampie, swearing, cockwarming

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Y/e/d/n = Your eldest daughter’s name

Y/d/n = your daughters name

Y/s/n = your son’s name

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The idea of pregnancy gave you many things to think about, the gruelling and simultaneously tiresome journey had been one hell of a rollercoaster. The countless times (approximately two) that you had endured the swelling of your feet, and the divine hunger for the strangest combinations of food, had left you with three beautiful children.

First you had birthed a little girl, that sparked a new light behind your husband’s eyes, and reinvented his world. She was the princess he adored, and the one that you loved to watch Disney movies with, even if she insisted on Frozen every singular time.

And then, after her, you had a pair of perfect twins. They brought sound and restlessness to the household, after your daughter demanding that she wanted a sibling. Deep down, you had wanted more at the time too, but now, you felt as though your life goal was fulfilled.

Your family was everything that you had ever wanted, it felt as though you had been taken off an idealistic screen and transferred into reality. And if that had happened, you wouldn’t be one to complain, for all your greatest wishes had come true.

But if you were to ask your husband, he would make it very clear that he wanted more little devils running around the house. There was a joke that Evans and Mackie had with you every time that they saw you on set, clothed in a tight catsuit to fit your role. They would act amazed at the appearance of you not bearing one of Sebastian’s gorgeous children, their false shock earning laughs from your various co stars.

It wasn’t the fact that you weren’t open to the idea of another child to grow within your womb, however, it was more out of fear. You were well aware that you had been blessed with the birth of your lovely twins, though you were scared that you would endure the premise of double labour again, and it wasn’t exactly the kind of pain that you were willing to experience for a second time.

Being practically split in half once was bad enough, but twice, one instance straight after the other was bound to be the worst torture that a mother could be provided with. As you stirred your evening cuppa, watching as your kids were all huddled playing a board game after their dinner, two arms found placement around your waist, lightly tugging you back into a strong chest.

“Look at our babies.” Your husband mumbled into the crown at the back of your head, his fingertips rolling circles beneath your shirt. “Aren’t they the sweetest?” He asked, pressing a delicate kiss upon the back of your neck. The feeling of his stubble making your body shake wantonly, but you withheld from making sounds, not wanting to draw the attention of your children.

“When they’re quiet.” You agreed, watching as your eldest helped the twins with beating her. “They’re the most important people in my life, and then, it’s my annoying husband, who cannot stop trying to get in my pants for five minutes.”

“That’s called love; your husband loves you.” Sebastian stated, nibbling on your ear lobe as you ushered a sound of approval, clutching onto his hand that was firmly planted on your side, as his tongue traced the shell of your ear. “And I’m sure he’d love to show you how much, if you stop being mean to him.”

“Mean?” You laughed, taking a sip of your drink before spinning in his arms, allowing him to push you flush against the counter. “I can show him mean.” Biting your lip, you traced the seam of his sweats, that appeared to be all that he was currently wearing, brushing your hands up and against his well attended to torso. “But later.”

Seb groaned, leaning his head back, as he moved closer to you, pushing his thigh between your legs, glancing over your shoulder at the kids. “We could put them to bed right now, and then go to our room, then, you can show me how much of a horrible wife you are.”

“As much as I love that idea bubs, the twins need to be bathed, and you have to help your daughter with her math homework.” Leaning forwards, you pressed a kiss on his bicep, moving out from the entrapment of his arms, and lightly patting his ass.

“You know I was joking about you being mean, but now I’m seeing some truth behind my earlier words.” Sebastian plodded away, and towards the open living space, plopping down on the sofa, as he watched his offspring on the floor, smiling at their kindness to one another, though he was sure that tomorrow would be another story.

With one last look, you headed upstairs, going to the main bathroom, and began to slowly the run the tap. During the time you allowed it to run, you grabbed some pyjamas for your babies, as well as a couple of towels and flannels. By the time you had returned to the bathroom, and put everything down ready, the tub was half filled. And so you stopped the stream, putting in a tad of cold water before descending down the stairs.

“Honey, help y/e/d/n with her school work, I’m gonna get these two trouble makers ready for bed.” Your husband nodded as he pursed his lips, trying to ignore how you leant down to pick the twins up, pretending as through the top of your breast had not been caught by his eyes.

And with that, you got the kids cleaned and ready for the following day, meeting Seb at the doorway of y/d/n’s and y/s/n’s room, giving them each a kiss on the forehead before tucking them in for bed.

As you were walking towards your own room, Sebastian lifted you from behind, carrying you the rest of the way. “You can’t keep it in your pants, can you Mr Stan?” You laughed as he dropped you upon your double bed, him instantly kneeling at the end of it to peel your shirt off.

He trailed kisses along your legs, humming from the much desired contact, as his blue eyes flickered up at you. “That’s your fault, you deprive me.” He muttered against your skin, reaching his fingertips up higher to grasp at the sides of your underwear, pulling the material down.

Your husband blew hot air upon your pussy, grinning to himself as it instinctively clenched around nothing. As he moved closer, he breathed in your scent, rubbing the tip of his nose along your clit, before diving in to feast, sneaking his tongue through your slit, instantly prodding at your entrance, causing your head to wind back, and your hand grasp his hair.

“We should have another.” He mumbled against you, and you were almost too delirious to complain, although a light groan emitted from you, as you fought with yourself whether to let him continue eating you out and not respond, or do the responsible, adult thing, and speak about it.

With much resilience, you pulled his head away, licking your lips at his slick stained chin away, tugging him to be laid beside you. “Is that really want you want Seb?” You asked, biting your lip, wanting to hear his thoughts in hopes that it would relax you for the possibility of you bearing more of his children.

“Of course it is draga.” He answered, his icy pools making your own freeze, he cupped your chin, bringing your lips to his own, placing a few pecks upon your lips, before continuing. “I know that you’re nervous, but I will look after you every step of the way, like I have done both times before. Anyways, I feel like directors take a kick out of challenging themselves with making their actresses appear not pregnant, look at both you and Scar through the years.”

You nodded, understanding that your career wouldn’t take the brunt of things. “I want another but... I’m scared. Just, what if I have two again?” You rambled with your hands, and he clasped them between his own, pausing your panicked hand signals, and rubbing his nose against each set of your knuckles.

“The chances of that aren’t very high my love. But if it happens, then maybe this time you’ll let us call them Wanda and Pietro...” his words earned him a light eye roll and a tender hit on his shoulder, as he rolled on top of you, causing you to squeal. “Remember, don’t wake the kids.”

“Kinda hard when I can feel how hard you are.” You retorted, moaning as he began to suck at the spot on your neck that made your knees shake, his hands drifting beneath your shirt, as he began to raise the material up your torso, and over your breasts. You whipped the material over your head, discarding it as his attention turned to your boobs. “I’ll never get tired of these.”

He hummed, before leaning down, taking a rosey pebble to be captured within his mouth, sucking on it as his fingers fiddled with the other. “Seb, I just need you in me.” You prodded his hips with the heels of your feet, pleased when he leaned back, pulling down his sweats, so that his erection bobbed upwards, the head already leaking precum.

“You want a baby that bad?” He asked in a brisk voice, clambering back onto your awaiting body once again, grasping his base with his heavy hand, dragging his tip to circle around your clit. “Want me to fill you up, so that you grow nice and full with my baby.”

A furrow made its way onto your brow, as you held onto his biceps, lightly rolling your hips up against his leaking head. “Honey.” He paused his movements, staring carefully down at you, reading your expression. “I’m still on birth control.” You informed him, watching as his eyelashes fluttered, and he pressed down unto you again.

“A little practise never hurt gorgeous.” Sebastian spoke, slipping his cock into your entrance, sinking into you as you moaned out his name. “Fuck, so tight, even after three kids.” He groaned, putting his hands either side of your head, as he began to thrust in and out of your pussy, breathing heavily through his nose.

“So big.” Your hands grasped at his naked back, casting down to grasp his ass, causing him to suddenly buck deeper into you, emitting another series of moans out of you. “Love your cock.”

“Yeah?” The romanian smugly asked, his lips drifting up the tip of your nose, before running them back down to your own, biting onto your upper lip, as one hand continued to brace his weight above, and the other moved down to fondle with your clit, causing you to tighten around him, your eyelids blinking repeatedly. “You love my fat cock inside of you, about to pump you full of my cum?”

“Yes Seb, love it.” Your eyes screwed shut, tears slipping out the corner of your eyes, as he made his administrations harder, hitting his hips languidly against your own. “Love it so so so mu- ah - ch.”

“Cum angel. Coat my cock, pretty girl.” You complied, reaching your high, as your legs wrapped around his waist, pulling him closer as your essence pooled around him. “Want me to make you round with my babe, want me to make you full of my cum?”

“I do, I do, I do.” You squealed, your breath hitching as he stilled for a minute, filling you with seed. “Fuck.” You breathed, your chest rising and falling, as he remained in your for a moment, before pulling out, but you stopped him, clasping his back with your sweaty hands. “Stay.”

“Okay.” Seb said tiredly, his skin flushed as he rolled over, so that you were laid on his chest, your head falling to below his chin. “So beautiful, you know that?”

“Mmh.” You hummed, drawing circles upon his skin. “I’ll come off my birth control tomorrow, then, we don’t have to just practice.” He leant down to press a long kiss upon your lips, sneaking his tongue through their natural seam, gently sucking on your own.

“That sounds more than good to me darling.” He stroked down your back with his talented fingers, pulling you closer again. You felt his dick twitch within you as he felt both of your mixed juices trailed down his balls, that huffed from the sensation.

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mercurygguk · 3 years

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the first year | jjk (m)

genre; parents au + established relationship au

pairing; dad!jungkook x fem reader

✎ summary; in which jungkook learns that his new life as a parent can be difficult at times and that it takes a great amount of patience, but even with all that, jungkook wouldn’t trade it for anything.

warnings; my weak attempt at being funny, jungkook as a dad, SMUT; sexual activities, fingering, swearing, light dirty talk, actual sex, jungkook being a simp for his baby mama

word count; 4,121

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a/n; here’s a part 2 of my dad!jungkook fic - hope you like it, enjoy!! also, please feel free to give some feedback <3 didn’t proof read at all, ignore any possible typos thx

Parenting is anything but easy.

That is something Jungkook has learned after the first few months of being a dad. His daughter is usually very easy to handle, very peaceful at most times and over all a very happy baby. However, she likes to wake him up in the middle of the night with loud cries. At this point Jungkook can’t even remember what it feels like to get 8 hours of sleep at night.

Tonight seems to be another one of those nights. Her cries are nothing but irritation, not satisfied with the lack of attention. Jungkook has learned the differences in her cries from the way they sound and whether there are tears or not. Sometimes she’s only doing it just to get some attention when all she really has to do is sleep. She must have inherited her mother’s temper and need for attention.

A heavy sigh falls from Jungkook’s lips, eyes still closed as he waits a few moments, hoping she’ll fall back to sleep without him having to get up and go to her room. Beside him, his girlfriend and the mother of his daughter is stirring, turning over to face Jungkook’s back. Scooting closer, you reach out to touch his back, your palm running up and down.

“I’ll get her,” you softly tell him, speaking into the darkness before blindlessly pressing a kiss to the skin of his back. Before you can get out of bed, Jungkook is getting up. You watch as he drags his feet out of the bedroom and down the small hallway to where his daughter is currently having a midnight crying fit. A small smile sneaks its way onto your lips, knowing he doesn’t mind getting her in the middle of the night despite how tired he sounds and looks.

There’s nothing in the world he wouldn’t do for her.

Jungkook carefully opens the door, peeking his head inside to see his 7-month-old daughter standing up in her crib, her hands tightly gripping the edge to hold herself up. He switches on the night lamp on her dresser, lighting up the room in a warm glow. Her big brown eyes with long lashes looks at him, no tears in sight, just a small mischievous grin on her face because he’s there to check on her again. The way she has him wrapped around her tiny pinky finger is beyond him.

“You little tease,” he coos with a smile as he steps closer to the crib, immediately picking her up when she reaches for him. Once she’s in his arms, she cuddles closer to him, head neatly tucked into the crook of his neck. Jungkook sighs deeply in content, running his hand up and down her back as he makes his way out of her room and back to you in the bedroom. You’re still awake when he appears in the doorway, a knowing smirk on your face as he moves closer to the bed. You reach out while pouting, wanting your baby girl in your arms. She’s already half asleep again as Jungkook hands her over before climbing into bed.

Jungkook watches with pure adoration in his eyes as the two most important girls in his life are cuddling up against him. You glance up at him, noticing the small smile he always seems to sport whenever you catch him looking at you and your daughter. She’s fully asleep now, completely unaware of the way her parents are watching her with proudness in their eyes and hearts.

“We got lucky, huh?” You softly say.

Nodding, Jungkook intertwines your free hand with his.

“We really did.”

“You know what we should?”

You turn to look at Jungkook, eyebrows raised in question. He looks out of the window in the living room, watching the skyline and tapping his chin as if he’s in deep thought. You wait patiently until he looks your way.

“We should throw a party for Areum’s 1st birthday,” he says. You give him a look only to receive one back.

You scoff lightly, “you don’t think I haven’t thought of that?”

Jungkook shrugs. “Well, you never mentioned it, so how should I know?”

Pretending to be offended, you place a hand on your chest and let out another scoff. Jungkook chuckles at your silliness, scooting closer before pulling you onto his lap. You smile at him, wrapping your arms around his neck. “Of course, we’re throwing her a party. It’s her first one after all.”

Smiling, Jungkook rubs his palms up and down your thighs. Soon the smile falls from his lips. You frown as you watch it happen, his eyes falling to look at anything but your face. You know what he’s thinking, he’s mentioned it before.

“I can’t believe she’s already a year old soon,” he mumbled. You smile softly, reaching up to run a hand through his hair to remove it from his face. He looks at you again, a sad smile on his face now. “She’s growing so fast, it terrifies me.”

“Oh, I know, baby,” you coo, “but she can’t stay tiny forever, you know that.”

He sighs deeply. “Yeah, I know. I just wish I could slow down time sometimes.”

Your heart aches watching him being this sad over something so inevitable. He loves her so much and he’ll do anything to protect her, go to great lengths to get her whatever she needs. It warms your heart, makes you wonder if you ever could’ve found someone more perfect than him if you didn’t have him?

“She’ll always need you, Jungkook. Even when she’ll say she doesn’t.”

“Areum, sweetheart, no- watch out!”

You watch with wide, horrified eyes as your daughter climbs onto the couch and stands up, wobbling on her very unstable legs. You’re not quick enough to get up and catch her before she tumbles to the ground, her head thankfully not hitting the floor as hard as it could’ve. A loud cry sounds throughout the living room, tears welling up in her eyes as you pick her up.

You examine her for any injuries while cradling her to you. When you don’t see any, you press a kiss on the top of her head. “Oh sweetie, I’m sorry, it’s okay,” you coo, holding her close as she cries it out.

As she sniffles against your shirt, a thousand thoughts run through your mind. Firstly, Jungkook must never know this happened. Secondly, you feel like the worst mother ever, the way you just let her climb up there without support and basically just watching her fall down and almost hit her head very badly.

“Oh, God,” you breathe out, letting out a quiet cry of panic.

The front door opens, your boyfriend’s humming sounding throughout the apartment. You listen as he kicks off his shoes and unzips his jacket. You quickly check Areum’s face for visible tears, hurriedly drying off the remnants with your sleeve. You press a quick kiss to the tip of her nose, flashing her a smile before picking up a toy, handing it to her and pretending her fall didn’t just happen minutes ago.

“Hey babe,” Jungkook appears in the living room, smiling widely at the two of you. He’s quick to come closer, reaching out for Areum and picking her up. He smooches her cheeks with a smile, but it’s without her usual reaction of laughter. You watch, waiting until it hits him. His smile falters, glancing at you whose face is grimacing in apology already.

The red spots from tears on her small, soft cheeks is what gives it away. That and how quiet she is when usually she’s laughing hysterically when Jungkook smooches her.

“Has she been crying? And is that a bump on her forehead?” He asks, turning to look at you.

“Yeah...” you trail off, wincing as your boyfriend stares you down in suspicion, “we might’ve had a small accident-”

“____!” Jungkook exclaims, horrified as he sits down on the couch with Areum in his lap. He examines her like you did when the fall happened, worry written all over his face. You sigh deeply, getting up from the floor to take a seat beside him. “How did this happen? Did you not watch her?”

“I did!” You quickly defend yourself, “she was crawling onto the couch and before I knew it she was falling down head first into the rug!”

Jungkook exhales, looking back at Areum who’s playing with the thin silver chain around his neck. The bump on her forehead doesn’t look too bad. “I guess the rug took most of the fall, the bump isn’t that big.”

“Oh God, I’m the worst mom ever!” You cry out at the sight of the small bump on your daughter’s head, wrapping yourself around Jungkook’s arm, your face hidden in his shoulder. Jungkook can’t help but roll his eyes. You always have to be so dramatic, thinking the worst about yourself when this could’ve happened to any parent.

“____,” he calls out, catching your attention. You sniffle lightly, lifting your head to look up at him. He smiles at you. “You’re not the worst mom ever, okay? You’re the best and this minor accident doesn’t define your entire role as a mother. She’s okay, look.”

You look at your daughter, her attention still focused on the silver chain, although now her small mouth is curved into a small smile. You smile at her, Jungkook does too. “It’s just a tiny bump,” he tells you, pausing before saying: “there will probably be much worse in the future.”

Gasping, you slap his upper arm causing Areum to let out that precious baby laugh. “Don’t jinx it!”

Jungkook is in a good mood, a pep in his step as he makes his way up to yours and his apartment, fully aware that you’re probably already cooking a delicious meal and making everything ready for your ‘date night’. The drive back from his parents’ place, where he just dropped off Areum, was filled with loud music that made him even more excited for finally having some time with you alone after God knows how long.

Once he steps through the front door, a delicious aroma of his favorite dish hits his nostrils causing him to let out a deep sigh of content. He quickly slips off his shoes and jacket before making his way to the kitchen. Feel-good songs are playing on the speaker and you’re moving around while preparing the food, singing along and just enjoying yourself. You’re not aware of Jungkook standing behind you, a big grin on his face.

Deciding to surprise you, he sneaks up behind you and snakes his arms around your waist, chin resting on your shoulder. You jump lightly in his embrace, turning your head slightly to see that it is in fact the love of your life who’s hugging you.

“Hi,” you softly say, smiling when he presses his lips to your cheek in a soft kiss.

“Mhm,” he hums in response, “it smells delicious, baby.”

“Good for you that your favorite dish is the one I make the best,” you smirk, flipping the steaks on the pan. Jungkook chuckles before agreeing with you. You turn the heat down before turning around in his arms, coming face to face with him. Without another thought he leans in and steals a quick peck. He grins at you when he pulls back to look at you again. “Go get cleaned up,” you tell him, pushing him away from you.

“I love you,” he smiles sweetly as he backs away and heads towards the bedroom. You watch with a lovesick smile, your eyes automatically landing on his butt because it’s right there and you can’t help yourself. Something tells you, you won't finish dinner at the table, but in bed instead.

Sure enough, you stayed at the table until you finished the main dish. You had prepared dessert as well but Jungkook is in the mood for another kind of dessert – that’s what he had said when he got up from his seat before pulling you from yours and tugging you towards the bedroom. Screw the ice cream, you thought to yourself and allowed Jungkook to guide you to the bed.

Ever since Areum was born you’ve had few chances of being alone with Jungkook, enjoying his company and the love he always stores deep inside of him until he feels like showering you in it.

It’s slow but hurried, it’s passionate and yet filled with desperation, it’s you and him together in your own bubble. Your eyes close shut as Jungkook traces your skin with his lips, his hands running over and feeling your curves and every dip in your body. His lips brush across the faint stretch marks on your stomach, his hands cupping your breasts softly yet firmly.

“God, you’re the most beautiful mama to ever exist,” Jungkook groans as he hovers over you, looking you up and down, noticing every single detail of your body and skin. You smile, a faint blush covering your cheeks as he dips down to kiss you softly. His tongue meets yours halfway, a soft moan falling from your mouth and into his. He swallows the whimpers you let out as he reaches down, fingers running between your lower lips, the wetness there evident to him.

“Jungkook,” you sigh in pleasure against his lips as he rolls your clit with his thumb, “more, please.”

He smirks softly, lips moving from your lips to your cheeks and further down to the top of your breasts, peppering kisses all over you. All your senses are on fire, the feeling of his lips, his fingers, his body against yours, the growing erection against your leg. Your hand reaches down to rub against it through his boxers, the only piece of clothing separating his cock from your clenching hole. You’re whimpering against him as the pressure from his thumb on your clit is edging you closer to your release.

“J-jungkook, please, I need you,” you gasp, you're moving automatically against his fingers causing more friction, “n-need you so bad.”

“That desperate for my cock, huh baby?” He teases, smoothly sinking his fingers inside of you, “you want me to finish you off now or would you like to cum all over my cock?”

You moan at his words, back arching up against him. “Your cock, please, wanna cum all over it.”

A grunt leaves Jungkook as he imagines it before him. It doesn’t take long for him to strip off his boxers, throwing them onto the floor beside the bed. You anticipate the stretch, already clenching around nothing as Jungkook lines himself up with your entrance. You reach for his hand just as he starts pushing past your walls, stretching you open so deliciously in a way you’ll never be able to handle without gasping in pure pleasure. Jungkook intertwines his hand with yours as he keeps it pressed against the mattress right beside your head.

He bottoms out, filling you to the brim. He breathes out heavily, his breathing ragged as he lets you adjust to his impressive width and length. “Fuck, I’ll never get tired of seeing you like this,” he rasps out as he pulls out and pushes back in, watching the way your eyes roll back in pleasure, “my pretty baby all fucked out.”

It blows your mind how he always manages to make it so dirty yet soft. You’re already a mess beneath him and he’s barely begun. “Oh god, Jungkook-”

A forceful push of his hips has you gasping, a high pitched moan tumbling from your lips. His hips connect with yours in a rhythm, skin against skin, the lewd sounds of your wetness and the feeling of Jungkook thrusting and grinding into you. His lips are back against your skin, your collarbones earning kisses and small bites, your free hand running from his lower back and up his spine to the hair in his neck. You tug at it, earning a grunt from Jungkook. Lifting his head, he looks you in the eye, his lips slightly parted as he works you both to your highs.

His eyes are soft while his actions are far from it, the look he’s giving you tells you everything he doesn’t say out loud. “Oh my god, I’m gonna- fuck,” you gasp, tightening your hold on his hand, giving his hand a squeeze.

“Me too, baby, me too,” Jungkook moans, leaning down to press his lips to yours, kissing you like it would be the last. He swallows your whimpers, your moans and gasps as your orgasm hits you hard. Jungkook follows you, his orgasm hitting him as you clench around him. He stills inside of you, moaning deeply at the feeling of you clenching and milking him for every drip of cum. He’s panting as he comes down, his face hidden in the crook of your neck. Yours and his breathing is the only thing you can hear in the room as you both try to collect yourselves. Your fingers are caressing his scalp as he stays in your arms, letting his weight rest upon you. Silence engulfs you and him, Jungkook’s breathing clashing against your neck, your fingers dancing across the skin on his back. You can feel his cum trickling out of you, but you don’t really care at this point, just enjoying the moment and worrying later about the mess that is the sheets.

Jungkook’s thoughts are running a hundred miles per hour as he lays in silence with you close against him. His thoughts shift from the first time he met you to when he first kissed you to the way you told him you loved him before he told you. Then his thoughts wander on to his daughter, the tiny person he created with you just from the love between the two of you. There are so many memories with you, moments and life events he shares with you. An idea pops into his mind, it’s something he has been thinking about for a long time, he just didn’t find the right time yet. He wants to add another meaningful celebration of life and love to the memories he shares with you.

He wants to marry you.

Jungkook already asked for your parents’ approval. They told him yes in an instant, reminding him that he has a child with you and that the two of you are already past asking for approval. That thought alone makes Jungkook chuckle softly. He really did things with you in a messy order. First he slept with you then he dated you. Then he asked you to be his girlfriend and then after a few years he accidentally got you pregnant and now he’s thinking about proposing to you.

“What?” You ask, smiling softly as you hear Jungkook chuckle.

He rolls over, his back hitting the mattress and pulling you with him to lay halfway on top of him. He smiles at you, his fingers reaching out to tuck strands of your hair behind your ears.

“It just hit me how we’ve done things in a really random order,” he tells you. Your eyebrows pull together in confusion at his words. “First we slept together and then we started dating after that, then I asked you to be my girlfriend,” he’s grinning from ear to ear as you listen and he’s talking, reminiscing the years he’s spent with you. “I got you pregnant by accident and now we’re parents and I just…”

He falls silent, his smile faltering as he looks you in the eyes. You’re looking at him with those eyes that always hold so much love for him and Areum too. Beautiful eyes that can calm him at any given time, tell him everything’s gonna be alright without you saying anything. Jungkook would do anything to look into those eyes for the rest of his life. He could just ask you, right now in this very moment. It doesn’t have to be a candlelit dinner or with rose petals. What matters is you and him together in an intimate moment where all feelings lay in front of you, bared for the both of you to see.

“Marry me.”

You freeze, your fingertips that had returned to running over his skin freeze in their movement. Jungkook can tell your eyes are watering. You open your mouth to speak, a small voice coming out as you say: “w-what?”

Jungkook nods, “you heard me, baby,” he softly says.

“I’m-” You begin but cut yourself off. Jungkook watches as a wide smile spreads across your face, the first few tears falling from your eyes and running down your cheeks. He reaches out to wipe them away, smiling softly himself. “Oh my god,” you cry.

“So, is that a yes?”

Nodding, you crawl up to wrap your arms around him in a tight hug, pressing your lips to his in a kiss. “Of course, it is! It’s a million times yes!” You say against his lips, pulling away slightly to rest your forehead against his. “I love you so much, Jungkook.”

“I love you the most, baby.”

Areum is 1 year old today.

She’s 1 year old and Jungkook isn’t sure how to handle it. His baby girl is growing up so fast and it both terrifies and amazes him. You seem to handle it pretty well, but Jungkook has a feeling you’re just very good at hiding it. There’s no way you’re not emotional about the fact that the baby you carried around for 9 months is already 1 year old.

“How’s my favorite granddaughter?” Jungkook’s mother coos as she walks right past her son and towards Areum who’s sitting on the rug in the living room, surrounded by her toys. Jungkook watches in disbelief how his mother doesn’t even give him a moment of attention, clearly only here to visit her grandchild.

“Mom, she’s your only granddaughter,” Jungkook deadpans before turning back to greet his father, “hey dad.”

Jungkook’s father gives him a tight hug before moving on to give you an even tighter hug. “How are you, ____?” He asks, smiling as he pulls away to look at you.

You smile in return. “I’m good! And you?”

“Same as always,” he shrugs, “not much happens when you reach a certain age.”

You chuckle at that, telling him to go say hi to his granddaughter. You watch as Areum greets his grandfather with a big grin, reaching out for him like she does with everyone she loves. You smile at the scenario in front of you, how Areum is the center of attention for all of her four grandparents. Your parents had arrived earlier than Jungkook’s, having kept Areum entertained for the past hour or so.

“Should we tell them today?” Jungkook asks as you join him in the kitchen, his voice low in case his mom should suddenly appear behind him. “You know, about that,” he points to the ring on your finger.

Smiling at him, you lean up and kiss him quickly on the lips. “Sure,” you agree with him, making him smile, “but remember it’s Areum’s day today. So we’ll just mention it and then move on with her birthday party.”

Jungkook nods at that. “Of course. Nothing is bigger than her 1st birthday-” he pauses at that, the fact hitting him once again. He then turns to you, giving you a confused look, “how are you not emotional about it at all? I literally cried when I gave her a bath last night.”

A laugh emits from your lips. “You cried? Because it’s your daughter's 1st birthday?”

Offended by how you’re finding his devastation humorous, Jungkook scoffs. “Yeah, as a matter of fact, I did.”

You’re smiling at him in adoration as you wrap your arms around his waist, hugging him tightly. Jungkook hugs you back, pressing his lips to your temple. Areum’s laughter flows through the apartment causing the two of you to laugh yourselves. It’s like sweet music to your ears when Areum has a fit of giggles.

“I adore her so much, ____,” Jungkook suddenly says as he watches from the kitchen, watching how Areum is surrounded by her grandparents, having the best 1st birthday. You’re constantly smiling, you have been ever since Areum was born. The joy she brought with her when she came into the world is unlimited and you feel like you’re on top of the world for creating such a happy, lively small human being.

“I know, baby,” you tighten your arms around him, giving him a squeeze, “she’s the best thing that’s happened to us.”

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