#fact that you both felt a spark as your hands joined… then you all get to talking about how the album is gonna go and how you

[neoyuno]

What if I wrote more of idol!wonwoo x producer!reader from the “no biting” universe? :o read tags for my idea ♥︎

#where svt (mostly jihoon) has been wanting to work with her and she has been wanting to work with them too (cause theyre great and also #cause she has a crush on wonwoo. not knowing wonwoo also developed a crush on the producer jihoon wont stop talking about. cause he gave #your music a listen and he was like ‘damn… this some good shit’ and understood why the other guys love your work but also became interested #in you bc youre pretty and talented and exude powerful energy duh! so he got immersed into watching your content. from mvs to interviews to #your little producing workshops where he became fond of the way your eyes glistened while talking aboit music. and then one day they have a #comeback and the company tells them that they got in contact with a huge foreign producer that been wanting to work with them so they are #like??? and they are told that the producer would arrive in a couple of hours while the recording interns get the studio ready to fir her #workflow. wonwoo notices the set up is similar to one you had shown in one of your ‘a day in the stufio’ vlogs but he brushed it off bc you #did mention it’s sort of the standard at your record label. so after a couple of hours they sll sit at the recording studio waiting for the #new dude they will work with. EXCEPT!!! its not a dude… #as soon as the door opens they are greeted with the woman they had only listened through their earphones and seen through the tv #they are all so starstruck and excited and start greeting you and hollering and asking questions… but wonwoo just sits back because #WHAT THE FUCK??? HOW ARE YOU THIS GORGEOUS IN PERSON??? he was in shock at how angelical and ethereal you actually were #he doesn’t snap out of it until he hears the most beautiful voice call out his name. you greet him shyly and he doesn’t miss how your hand #trembled when you shook his matching one… the obvious blush on your face masked behind the weather being hot/cold. but you dont show the #fact that you both felt a spark as your hands joined… then you all get to talking about how the album is gonna go and how you #want to give them absolute creative liberty as you are not there to lead but to work together with them. conversations flow until jeonghan #asks where youll be staying for the whole 3 months… to which you reply that you have been looking for a hotel/airbnb but they are all #unavailable bc of the season. so mingyu being the sweetheart and oblivious baby he is…. offers you the spare room in his and wonwoos house #to which the boys all agree and you decline (politely and shyly) at first bc living with wonwoo????? uhhh??? #that would mean he would see you with your bed hair and you wete not allowing that!!! but then once wonwoo said it was okay bc they would #love the company (even tho his ass was sweating bc the prettiest girl in the world would be there everyday!!) #you agreed and so that’s how your love story starts (or well… your friendship that then will bloom into the relationship in ‘no biting’ #TADA! SHOULD I??? IDK??? SHOULD I?? #wonwoo smut #wonwoo fluff #can yall tell what my career is? LMAO #manifestation bish ♥︎

[ln444]

✩ moonlight

summary: oscar never realized how much he got used to your company until you're miles away from him.

cw: f!reader, fluff, smut, dirtytalking, oral (f), fingering, oscar is crazy in love:(.

now playing: moonlight by ariana grande

requested my anon

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six weeks. six long and lonely weeks since you been away from oscar. the empty side of the bed, the lonely nights clutching your pillow instead of him, it felt like you became too familiar to it. and you hate it. sure, it's not the first time that you're apart due to his f1 commitments, but it had never lasted that long. usually, you always find a way to join him during the grand prix, to support him and share his world, but this time was different, you needed to stay here in australia to get some things done.

the fact that you couldn't make it to the races made a gnawing sensation grow in your stomach. but today was finally the day, the day he come back for a precious week before diving back into his f1 driver life — with you by his side this time.

every minute spent apart from oscar felt like an eternity, and you couldn't bear to miss a single moment of his time back home. so you decided to meet him at the airport. the anticipation built as the minutes ticked away, making your heart race with a mix of excitement and impatience.

the moment oscar appears, the world faded into the background. there were no greetings, no words exchanged; you just fall into each other's arms, holding each other as if there is no tomorrow.

as you pull away, your eyes meets his and you exchange a loving and long gaze. a smile appears on both of your lips and you don't even need words to understand each other. just the sparks in his eyes makes you understand how much he missed you. oscar's hands cup your cheeks, caressing them, it's like he wanted to make sure that you're real, that you're here with him.

your lips meets in a kiss that contain all the longing and love you've been storing up during your time apart. the kiss is slow and gentle, you're tenderly exploring of each other's mouths and you can feel the butterflies explode in your stomach. it seems like the world around you fade away as the kiss deepen, full of hunger.

oscar's hands found a way to your waist, pulling you impossibly closer. your bodies fits like missing puzzle pieces and the kiss become more urgent, as you could never get enough of each other.

out of breath and after what felt like an eternity, you finally pull away and your eyes meets his again, the sparks in it brighter than before. you can't help but smile, your hands sliding in his messy hair, trying to adjust it.

"i missed you", he places a kiss on your nose, "so much, baby". your smile grows bigger and you plant a sweet peck on his lips, "i missed you more" you whisper against his kissed lips before sliding your hand in his, intertwining your fingers, "let's get you home, babe"

the way home was filled with silly stories and laughs, accompanied by stolen kisses while oscar kept his eyes on the road. when you finally made it in the apartment that you and oscar shared, you could feel the heavy weight on your heart beginning to lift and the discomfort in your stomach has been replaced by the warmth of oscar's presence.

oscar messily throw his stuff in the corner of your shared bedroom. he just have one thought in mind right now; holding you as close as he can for as long as he can. so, with a tug on your waist, he fall backward onto the bed, pulling you down with him. he gazes as you with intensity, taking time to examine every details of your face, as if he wanted to paint them in his brain forever.

"god, you look even more beautiful than when i left," he murmured, and you couldn't help but blush, your cheeks warming with a rush of affection. without hesitation, you leaned in to capture his lips in a tender kiss. oscar's hands slid instinctively beneath your shirt, sending shivers directly down your spine. it's like oscar was discovering your body all over again, his hands exploring every inch of your stomach, chest, and back, making you whimper through the kiss, which had now become far more intense.

oscar never truly understood the depth of his love for you until these weeks without you. he didn't realize how much he cherishes having you by his side every day, with the joy of your smile constantly brightening his days. he treasure the way you always make sure that he's okay, that he's sleeping and eating well. how you always make sure that he feels loved and happy. every little habits of yours, endearing or not, was something that oscar adores. he loves everything about you. maybe being apart for a while had his advantages because oscar finally realized that he's crazy in love with you.

lost in his thoughts, oscar doesn't even notice that you're now both naked. you look at him, a bit puzzled and concerned, your hand stroking softly his cheek. "hey, you're okay, baby?" you ask softly, a little out of breath from the intense make out session. your question remains unanswered, oscar is too captivated, gazing at you as though you hold the entire universe in your eyes.

"i love you" he suddenly says, his chest filled with all sort of overwhelming emotions. your eyes widen, a sudden wave of emotion washing over your entire body. you can't help but lose yourself into oscar's eyes, which are so sincere and tender that your heart feels like it could burst out of your chest at any moment.

"oscar... i..." you whisper hesitantly, the words getting stuck in your throat due to the overwhelming feelings traveling your body. but as soon as you feel oscar's body tense beneath yours and his look changing, you immediately panic and grab his face. you give him the softest look you can, filling it with all the adoration you have for him, saying "i love you, so much".

without any words, oscar pulls you for an hungry kiss, his hands firmly placed on your waist so he can pull you as close as he can. as you moan through the kiss, oscar seized the opportunity to slide his tongue into your mouth, and your two tongues began to dance in perfect harmony. the kiss feels so different, a whole new feeling filling both of your body and it just makes you crave for more.

his lips leaves yours, traveling your jawline to end up on your neck that he start to mark, gently sucking and kissing your skin. the continuous whimpers coming out of your mouth encourages him to go further; his fingers finds your nipples, playing with them. like it's not already enough for you, his mouth joins his fingers, making you a moan mess and your hands slid into his curls.

"oscar..." you whine, looking down at him and he looks back, his lips ghosting your nipple. "what is it, baby?", he knows exactly what you want but he wants to hear you say it. "please..." you pout, your grip on his hair getting slightly firmer. "use your words", his tone is so soft but yet so authoritarian. oscar loves how you missed him and his touch, feeling so wanted by the person he loves create a new sensation inside him that feels so exciting.

"oscar! please stop teasing" you groan softly and he chuckles, kissing both of your nipples and he doesn't hesitate to take his sweet time to get to your core, he even stops to admire it and then his eyes goes back to yours, "fuck, i missed your pussy so much", you can't help but blush, and your thighs instinctively closes. you break the eye contact to throw your head backward and oscar just smirks. he will never get over the effet he has on you, enjoying every single second of it.

"eyes on me, sweetheart" after making sure that you're looking and that your legs are opened for him, he doesn't waste any more minutes and start making out with your pussy, sucking softly on your clit to taste you and a soft groan escapes from his lips, feeling overwhelmed by the missed feeling.

you, on the other side, is a literal mess, you could feel all the sensations you felt the first time he ate you out. with a hand on his hair, you arch your back, repetitively moaning his name and oscar is now completely pussy drunk. he's eating you out like there's no tomorrow and it doesn't take you long to reach your climax, not even finding the time to warn him. it didn't stop him though, his tongue keeps lapping your core, tasting you again and again, never getting enough of your pussy. he makes sure to lick you clean, not leaving any drop of your juice.

"you taste so fucking good" he groans, looking at you proudly and pulling you for a messy kiss. completely breathless and shaking from the orgasm, you try your best to kiss him back. the kiss is sloppy, both craving for more. it gets even messier when two of oscar's fingers slips inside you. you can't even keep up with the kiss, too busy trying to control your moans and the way your body shakes.

"you're feeling so good, so wet, just for me" you can feel his breath against your neck and it drives you completely insane. it's not like you didn't think about this when oscar was away, touching yourself for hours and imagining his fingers deep inside you. but, right now, it's not your imagination. everything is real; his fingers inside you, his lips on your neck, his words. just by this thought, you feel another orgasm grow in your stomach, holding tight into oscar's busy arm.

"coming... oscar!" you almost scream and oscar just keeps going, even fastening his moves to accompany you through your orgasm. he places gentle kisses all over your neck, whispering sweet words and telling you how good you are doing. it's just too much for you, your back arch as you reach your climax and you unconsciously plant your nails into oscar's skin, moaning his name a few times.

oscar leaves a few more kisses on your neck and jawline, making sure you catch your breath before going back to kissing you, softer this time. you try to transfer all of your feelings through the kiss and oscar can feel every single of it, making his heart explode in his chest. your bodies won't leave each other, like they're meant to be linked forever, fitting each other like puzzle pieces.

completely dizzy, oscar pull out to admire you, his eyes brightening and he's completely dazzled by you. "i want to make love to you" he whispers softly, his fingers ghosting your cheek like you're the rarest piece of art ever. you didn't even know that your heart was capable of taking that much love and affection.

"do it. i'm all yours." you whisper back, like the world around you doesn't exist anymore and it's just you two and your love. oscar can feel his chest burning from all the mixed feelings and he swears that he could go crazy just by looking at you.

with sweet touches and whispers, he makes love to you during hours, trying to make up for lost time. he doesn't hesitate to remind you how much he loves you and he missed you every time you kiss.

maybe being apart from you wasn't that bad, but oscar doesn't want you to be far from him ever again. in fact, he needs you forever.

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#f1 x reader #oscar piastri #oscar piastri x reader #oscar piastri x you #oscar piastri fluff #oscar piastri smut #oscar piastri imagine #oscar piastri fanfic #f1 fluff #f1 smut #f1 imagine

[ja3hwa]

♡ 𝐃𝐚𝐲 𝟐 : 𝐕𝐨𝐲𝐞𝐮𝐫𝐢𝐬𝐦/𝐅𝐨𝐫𝐛𝐢𝐝𝐝𝐞𝐧 𝐋𝐨𝐯𝐞 - 𝐊.𝐇𝐉 ♡

Eyes On Me

【sʏɴᴏᴘsɪs】 : Biker Gang Leader, doesn't like sharing unless it's to do with his best friend.

『ᴡᴏʀᴅ ᴄᴏᴜɴᴛ』 :  740

-> ɢᴇɴʀᴇ: Suggestive. Angst. Biker/Criminal Au.

ᴘᴀɪʀɪɴɢ: Biker!Hongjoong x Aristocrat!Reader

[ᴡᴀʀɴɪɴɢs] : Mention of criminal activity. Shitty family. Father issues. Possessive tendencies. Lots of teasing. Swearing. Pet names. Ass grabbing. Mention of sex. Mention of masturbation. Dry humping. Slight clit play. Biting. Marking.

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You were a sunshine. A light in most people's lives and an innocent little ball of happiness. No one could ever except you getting mixed up with the infamous biker gang, Ateez. Especially getting caught up with the ruthless leader. And yet, how come you are sitting sweetly on his couch in his office while he finishes off a phone call he had to answer just moments after your mouth was prettily wrapped around his cock. To say he was annoyed would be an understatement but alas he needed to answer the call or he knew Seonghwa would bark at him for missing yet another important call with a business client all because he was too busy with you...

His little plaything. His secret doll.

You both knew the match was unlikely and that most people, especially your family, would disapprove of the relationship. But neither of you cared. In fact, it thrilled you to know the idea of your father being broken over the fact that his useless waste of space of a daughter was sleeping with the enemy. Loud music suddenly pooled into the quiet office as one of Hongjoong’s men came raring in, wanting his boss's attention.

“Sir, I…” His words caught in his throat when he noticed was not only interrupted his boss on a phone call but there was a very pretty woman in nothing but one of Hongjoong’s shirts, sitting so patiently on the couch in the corner of the room. You gave the young boy a smirk, his face already turning a bright shade of pink.

“What?” Your lover's voice grew rougher, almost possessive as he disapproves of the way the younger male was eye fucking your form. You quickly caught Hongjoong’s eyes, and your mind sparked an idea. You were going to give this other man a show. So you stood up without a second thought, letting the shirt ride up slightly, so he could get a good view of your black lace panties. Your legs were on complete display for both men, hearing a low growl rumble from the big biker boss.

You sidestepped so you could move behind the office desk where your beefy lover boy was standing but instead of walking the short way, you purposely walked in front of the younger male, letting your hips brush passed him gently, almost enough to make him stiffen. “S-Seonghwa is…uh, h-here…” The young one stutters, feeling your body against his growing erection.

You finally make your way to the other side of the desk, bringing your hands to your lover's chest. Hongjoongs hands snaked against your waist the moment he felt your leg step in between his, touching his cock with your thigh. There is a smirk painting your features, making Hongjoong know exactly what game you are playing. So, without a second thought, Joong’s hands grip a handful of your ass, squeezing your cheeks in front of the poor boy. You moaned, not holding back from your little show, and Hongjoong was eating all of it up.

“Tell him to wait outside, unless he wants to witness me fucking my darling princess stupid.” His voice echoed in the room, making your glossed eyes, scan his face with anticipation. You had always wanted Seonghwa to join you or even just watch from afar. The idea of him sitting in the corner of the room pumping his cock while watching Hongjoong rail you on his desk, it sends a chill down your spine.

The young boy ran so quickly out of the room it almost made you laugh, but you didn’t have time for that as Joong pushed you onto the desk, pushing all the papers and important files onto the floor letting your back hit the table with a huff. Hongjoong’s lips latched onto your neck, grinding his hips on yours. His rough jeans felt so delicious against your clit as your choked-up moans catch your throat, then your eyes suddenly catch a tall, beefy glass of walking sin, standing in the door frame with crossed arms and a smirk.

“Look what we have here.” Seonghwa’s voice sent a tingle through your body as your eyes locked on his. Hongjoong’s bites got harsh, making your moans grow loud, and the only thing coming to mind was that tonight was going to be fun.

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[amiableness]

At Last

pairing: jj maybank x fem!reader

summary: jj's cousin comes to town and attempts to get with y/n, pissing off jj in the process.

wc: 7.6k

warnings: dean turns out to be an ass, pet names (baby & sweetheart), oral (m & f), dirty talk, language, and p in v {there might be more, let me know!}

a/n💌: she's here! thank you for all your patience while i worked on this fic, hit some writers block while working on it. some of the smut might be familiar if you've read some of my old work, it's because i copied it from gentle. i will be deleting that fic and 'replacing' it with this one!

JJ Maybank couldn’t remember his childhood without Dean Maybank in it. There wasn’t a time he could recall when the nearly identical blonde wasn’t by his side. From diapers to teens, both boys spent most of their time together. Separated by only two months, the boys were practically brothers. There were mistaken for siblings nearly everywhere they went. Whenever one went, the other one was sure to follow. Their moms used to pretend they couldn’t tell the boys apart when they were little, sending both boys into a fit of giggles as they desperately tried to get their moms to remember their sons.

He was twelve when his mom left, and everything fell apart instantly. Luke turned to bottles upon bottles of alcohol to soothe the ache she left in her wake, and JJ was forced to grow up quickly. Andrew and Cecelia Maybank weren’t far behind, taking Dean with them. JJ never knew why his mom left or why his aunt and uncle followed him closely behind. But he was left alone to wonder for many nights why he was left behind.

JJ had years of practice burying the hurt and anger he felt, but as he sits across from his cousin at a table of The Wreck, he can feel the anger simmering. He’s not particularly fond of his cousin being back in town, but that’s not getting under his skin. It’s the fact that Dean has been eyeing you for the past twenty minutes.

“Wait, how long since you have been here?” Cleo asks Dean, attempting to break some awkward silence between JJ and him. Cleo slides into her chair next to Pope while she sends a welcoming smile to Dean, who sits across from Pope.

“Been a while, about seven years now.” Dean Maybank answers with a soft smile. He’s got the same blonde hair as JJ, but he keeps it a lot shorter and has dark blue eyes. They look like they could be twins.

“No wonder I haven’t met you then; I haven’t been around long.” Cleo supplies as Pope tosses his arm over her shoulder and presses a kiss to her temple.

“And Y/n?” Dean asks as he glances back over at you as you laugh with Kiara and Sarah while waiting for your order. Cleo’s lips part a little, and she spares a glance over at JJ, who has pulled his attention away from his phone at the mention of your name. His eyebrows are furrowed, and his body is tense as he stares down at his cousin. Dean doesn’t notice, his eyes glancing back at you.

“She joined the group about six years ago.” John B answers just as the three of you walk over with full hands. John B is sitting next to Dean, saving a spot for Sarah. From the look his best friend is giving him, he’s glad he sat next to Dean.

“Kiara, I love this place, but it’s so slow when you aren’t working here.” Sarah sighed as all the plates were set down and passed around. There’s a rumble of agreement at the table, and Kiara laughs loudly before sitting beside Sarah.

You slip into your spot between Cleo and JJ. JJ would never admit it out loud, but having you fall into the seat next to him and speak softly to only him sends a spark of possessiveness. He loves it when your attention is only on him.

“I got us a milkshake to share,” He watches as you rip the wrapper off the straw before pausing, eyes darting between the straw in your hand and the milkshake sitting in front of you. “They only gave us one; I’ll go grab-”

“We can share.” He grabs the straw from your hands before plunging it into the chocolate shake between you and taking a quick sip. You flush, realizing that you both will be sharing a straw. This wouldn’t bother you in any other case, but it’s JJ. You wouldn’t have thought twice about it if it had been anyone else. But something about him fills your stomach with that giddy feeling that makes you almost jittery with nerves.

His grip is still on the straw as he gives you a slight nod to take a sip. Your cheeks flush when you realize that he’s holding the drink, expecting you to take a sip like this. You lean forward, taking a tentative sip, ignoring how JJ watches you so closely. Having his eyes on you sets off that flurry of butterflies again.

“So cute, guys.” John B teases, making a heart with his hands, and your cheeks burn. You fight the urge to toss a fry at him. John B was notorious for calling out any moments you shared with JJ, which always left a hot flush on your body. Were your feelings for him that obvious? Did JJ know?

You peek over at JJ, who is flipping his best friend off.

The table is quickly drawn back into the conversation as your friends try and get to know Dean more. JJ stays quiet, instead choosing to eat and mutter things to you occasionally. You can’t help but be curious about why he avoids talking to his cousin. John B said that they used to be close, but from how JJ is acting now, you can’t help but wonder what happened.

“Y/n isn’t much of a surfer either.” Your ears perk up at the mention of your name. Sarah is giving you a pointed look indicating that you totally missed out on something.

“I was saying I’m not a big surfer,” Dean supplies at your confused expression. “Maybe we could do something else so everyone heads out to surf later.” The soft smile he sends your way makes your cheeks flush.

You open your mouth to answer, but JJ cuts you off.

“You used to surf all the time.” JJ’s tone is flat, surprising you that he finally decided to speak during this lunch. He had spent the last hour not saying a word to Dean. You glance over at him to see he’s sending an unimpressed look toward his cousin.

“Used to. Not anymore.” Dean shrugs, and you can tell he feels a little unsure around JJ, and you don’t blame him. If JJ was looking at you the way he was looking at Dean, you would feel a bit unwelcome too.

Ever the people pleaser, you send a smile over at Dean. “I would love that, Dean.”

“Dean Maybank is cute.” Sarah breathes out dramatically once all four of you are alone in her room. The boys are all at the Chateau; Cleo thought this might help JJ warm up to Dean more. You highly doubted it.

Your cheeks flush when you realize Sarah is directing this comment at you. You give a little shrug as you sit on the edge of her bed.

“Are you calling JJ cute then? Because they look like brothers.” Cleo teases as she pulls her bikini out of her bag. In front of the mirror, Kiara braided tiny pieces of her hair, laughing lightly at Cleo’s comment.

“Is that what we’re really gonna talk about right now?” You ask, feeling apprehensive about comparing the two. There’s no way you wanted to compare the two, mainly because you knew that JJ would always come out on top in your eyes.

“Yes! He seems pretty damn interested in you.”

“Maybe, but Dean isn’t the Maybank she wants.” Kiara sings songs, and your mouth parts as your sputter out a reply, but you can’t seem to deny it.

“I-no! JJ and I are just friends; we always will be.” You wanted to be sick saying these words.

“Are you serious? He looked ready to kill Dean when he asked you out.” Kiara glanced over her shoulder at you making your cheeks burn.

“He did not ask me out.”

“He made a move for sure,” Cleo called as she headed towards Sarah’s bathroom with her bikini. A sigh passed your lips just as the door clicked shut.

“Nothing is gonna happen whether he made a move or not.”

“Why not?” Sarah asked, tossing herself on her bed next to you.”

“I just-it feel wrong.”

“Because it’s not JJ,” Kiara states this like it’s the most obvious thing in the world as she finishes her hair and turns to face you. Sarah and Kiara nearly scream at the expression on your face, giving you away.

Maybe it was selfish, but JJ had been hoping you had forgotten about agreeing to spend time with Dean while the group went surfing. But here he was, watching the two of you walking up the beach and away from the group. Surfing with his friends meant you would be sat higher up on the beach immersed in one of the many romance books you owned. 

Not this time. He watched as you walked away, this time as his cousin held your bag for you.

“JJ, you comin’ or what?” John B hollered. JJ sighed and headed towards the beach, aware that this was the first time in his life that he did not want to go surfing.

“It’s not a date, man; quit pouting.” His best friend mumbled, clapping JJ on the shoulder. The blond sent him an irritated look.

“But he damn well wants it to be,” The thought made JJ’s stomach tighten with discomfort. “She could want it to be.”

“I doubt it,” John B shook his head in disagreement. All the different times he had caught Y/n or JJ pining after each other had proved otherwise. But that wasn’t his place to tell. “Listen, if you like Y/n, you need to tell her. I’m not saying she’s gonna end up with Dean, but I know she won’t be single forever.”

“It’s complicated,” JJ grumbles as he rakes his hand through his hair. He needs a haircut but refuses to get one after he overhears you say you like long hair on guys. Maybe that makes him pathetic, but so be it.

“It’s really not; you’re just making it that way by avoiding telling her.”

“John B, fuck off,” JJ snaps, but his best friend knows not to take offense. “Telling her how I feel could mean losing her as my best friend, and that’s not worth it.”

“But what if telling her means you get her as your girlfriend and best friend?” John B’s words cause his stomach to flip at the thought.

“Wishful thinking, man.”

Your time with Dean was going well, and you were thrilled that you got on with him so quickly. Part of you wanted to ask, but you were scared of making a fool out of yourself if he told you no. Not that you were hoping it was; you just genuinely weren’t sure how Dean viewed this hangout.

He had taken you to a little ice cream shop, one that he said his mom used to bring him and JJ to all the time. Your heart had squeezed in your chest at the reminder that you weren’t there to watch him surf, one of your favorite pastimes. Quickly reminding yourself to enjoy the present moment, it was fair to Dean if your mind was caught up somewhere else.

“This is the best ice cream I’ve ever had; how did I not know about this place?” A quick moan of appreciation slips pasts your lips as you bite, proving your statement true. Dean laughs at your reaction, thrilled to see you enjoying one of his favorite places so much. The last time he was here was with his mom and JJ to have a quick treat after dinner. They left two days after that.

“One of the best places in OBX, hands down,” He replies, studying you with a soft fondness that you are oblivious to. Your entire focus was on stirring your ice cream to make it nice and smooth.

“Totally out of my comfort zone today,” You confess as you take another bite of the cotton candy ice cream. But the soft pink color was so pretty you just couldn’t resist. “JJ and I usually share mint chips.” Dean drops his eyes down to his ice cream at the mention of his cousin. 

“Can I ask you something?” He finally asks, and you quietly hum to tell him to go on.

“Are you and JJ..?” He trails off, unsure if he should continue his question by the look on your face. You place your spoon in your bowl and sigh.

“We’re just friends,” By the shrug of your shoulders and the way you naw on your bottom lip, Dean can tell you aren’t a man of this.

“And you’re alright with that?” He asks, hoping for an answer that could turn this into a date between you.

“I-uh-” You clear your throat and glance at the window towards the ocean, hoping to catch a glance of JJ. To no avail. “I’ve liked him for years, but I’m pretty sure he isn’t interested, so we’re just friends.”

Dean gives you an understanding look, but inside, he’s thrilled about your answer. You weren’t JJ’s.

It had been a couple of weeks of hanging out with Dean: trips to the beach, talking about books, getting ice cream, and movie marathons. You knew how this looked, but it was purely just as friends. You knew that, and Dean knew that. Or so you thought.

“So let me get this straight, you guys have been going on dates pretty much but just as friends?” Cleo asked, totally confused by what was happening between you and Dean.

“Yes, just friends,” You clarified as you attempted to fix your hair in a way you liked for tonight’s party.

“He brought you flowers this morning.” She deadpanned, glancing over at the bouquet of pink poppies on your bedside table. They were placed next to a picture of you and JJ, making Cleo snort quietly.

“He was just being nice,” You sounded exasperated, and Cleo wasn’t sure if it was because of your hair or her nitpicking. “Nothing is going on.”

“Maybe for you! He’s clearly interested; he’s been taking you on dates -“You open your mouth to cut her off. “Yes - dates, all week. He’s interested.”

“I thought you were team Dean.” Your hair fell from your hands as you gave up on making the perfect bun; it just wasn’t going to happen tonight.

“That was Sarah. I’m team whoever makes you happy.”

“So, would you be happy if I went out with Dean?” You nibbled on your bottom lip as you waited for her response. Her eyebrows rose, and she stared at you for a second.

“Thought you were just friends.”

“We are! I just-“You paused, taking in a big breath of air and holding it for a second. “I don’t wanna miss a chance with a great guy because JJ doesn’t return my feelings. I can’t hold out hope forever.”

“First party of the summer, Dean! You excited?” John B asks as he presses a beer into Dean’s awaiting palm.

“It’s not the first party of the season,” JJ grumbles, and you shoot him a look, hoping he can control his anger towards his cousin for the night and enjoy the party.

“The first one he’s been to; he’s been too busy with our Y/n here.” John B taunts, sending you a wink when he sees you looking flushed. JJ feels sick. Are you blushing at the thought of being with Dean? Have you actually been going on dates with him all this time?

“Baby, leave them alone,” Sarah admonishes, giving a light slap to his arm. He lets out a laugh and drops his arm over her shoulder, leading her in the direction of the house.

An awkward silence falls over the three of you. Pope, Kiara, and Cleo had already headed inside to get drinks, and you were now desperately wishing JJ had too. Anything would be better than the way he is currently glaring at Dean for standing too close to you.

“Want a drink?” Dean leans to whisper in your ear, and you send him a grateful smile.

“Yes, please,” You smile up at him, watching him for a second longer as he slips through the crowd. JJ clearing his throat is what brings your attention away from him.

“Yes?”

“What are you doing with him?” He asks, taking a step towards you. 

“We walked here together, and I-”

“No. What’s up with you spending so much time with him? I’ve hardly seen you in the last few weeks.” He steps closer and closer until the two of you are standing so close you can count all the freckles on his nose.

“We’ve been hanging out.” You supply, not wanting to give too much away. It’s not that we’re trying to be secretive, but you knew that JJ had a habit of getting protective over you. Guess what happens when you’re friends with someone for so long.

“Hanging out or going on dates?” His hand pushes the stand of your hair, blowing in the breeze. At the proximity of him, your heart squeezes, and your breath catches.

“Hanging out?” You answer in nearly a whisper, so focused on starting up at him. The heat of his fingers touching your skin feels like you have been branded.

“You don’t sound so sure.” There’s that cocky tone. He can tell you’re flustered by how close he is to you. You’ve always reacted to him this way. It’s moments like these where it doesn’t seem unbelievable to him that you might like him back.

“We’ve been hanging out, but it might be becoming more and-”

“Y/n” At the sound of Dean’s voice, you take a step away, startled. There’s a tone to Dean’s voice that JJ doesn’t like. He sounds possessive, too possessive for a guy who has only met you a couple of weeks ago.

Dean’s eyes flicker between the both of you, quickly picking up on the tension and closeness. In an act of jealousy, he slips his arm around your waist, pulling you into his side, something he’s never done before. Your features flash with surprise that JJ quickly notices.

“Have a goodnight, JJ.” Dean bites out before steering you toward the direction of the house.

“I thought you said that you and JJ didn’t have anything going on.”

“We don’t.” You glance up at Dean, who still has his arm wrapped around your shoulder. His jaw is tense, and you feel a flash of discomfort at seeing this new side of him.

“Didn’t look that way. He was close enough to kiss you.” Dean grits out, squeezing your shoulder that makes you wince.

“But he didn’t. I don’t understand-”

“You said that he wasn’t interested. I thought I clarified my intentions when I started taking you out on all these dates.” Your stomach flips, and you glance around at the crowd. None of your friends are nearby.

“I didn’t-“You clear your throat, willing yourself to make your voice come out stronger. His shift in personality has really thrown you off. “I thought we were hanging out. I didn’t realize you thought these past few weeks were dates.”

“They were dates, Y/n. Does John B or Pope ever take you- just you - out for ice cream or to the movies?”

“No, but JJ-”

“Jesus, Y/n! JJ doesn’t view you as a friend. If we’re gonna be dating this summer, I don’t think you should hang out around him.” You were utterly confused. There was never a time when you two were hanging out. Did he act like this or make his intentions about dating you clear. And there was absolutely no way you would give up being around JJ, even if Dean’s attitude hadn’t done a 180.

You were beginning to panic, unsure how to handle his growing anger. 

“Dean!” Your shoulders immediately relaxed at the sound of another Pogues voice. You were sure his name was Noah, and that he was friends with the boys, but other than that, you didn’t really know him. You watched as Dean plastered a smile on his face and greeted his friend. Without warning, you slipped away from Dean and slipped through the crowd towards the bathroom.

Usually, a party like this is just what JJ needed, but his mood was much too sour to enjoy it. Not when you had shown up with Dean and disappeared into this run-down house on the Cut nearly an hour ago. He has tried desperately to shake you from his thoughts. But nothing has worked in the past couple of weeks, so he has spent this entire night pathetically sober and on edge.

John B and Pope had tried to include him in the conversation with other guys from the Cut, but he didn’t have the energy to pretend to be interested. So instead, he sat next to the fire along the group and continuously glanced back at the door as if somehow he could keep an eye on you that way.

Dean’s voice catches his attention and pulls him from his thoughts of you. Dean comes jogging down the steps carrying a beer and quickly finds an open seat amongst the guys. JJ ignores the urge to tell him his seat is taken; it feels too middle school.

“Where is she?” JJ asks, sounding terribly protective, but he can’t help it. He’s sat rigid in his seat, waiting for his cousin’s answer. He wouldn’t have left you alone at that party even for a second if he was with you.

“She wanted to spend some time with the girls.” Dean looks flatly at JJ, both boys growing frustrated with each other. Dean is becoming sick of JJ only acknowledging him when it has to do with you. He doesn’t want JJ’s thoughts to be of you at all. The tension between the two is glaringly apparent to the group, so Pope incessantly glances at the house door for about twenty minutes before JJ incessantly glancing at the house door finally pays off.

There you were.

Standing on the porch with tears streaming down your pretty cheeks and arms wrapped protectively around your stomach. JJ felt his stomach drop and the immediate desire to kill whoever made him feel like this. But it seems his cousin has the same desire because both boys stand up at the sight of you.

Dean is the first to step towards you, softly muttering your name. You don’t even glance in Dean’s direction. It isn’t until he repeats your name again, louder this time, that you finally look over at him.

JJ watches as you descend the steps, whip away a stray tear on your face, and stand a couple feet before the group of boys. You don’t take your eyes off Dean, and JJ prepares to watch Dean take you home and knows he will comfort you.

“I just wanna go home,” JJ doesn’t think he has ever heard you so broken up, and it makes him feel physically sick. “Can you please take me home?”

Dean immediately turns to grab his jacket that it tossed over one of the logs he was sitting on. “Of course, let me just-”

Then, you make eye contact with JJ, and the brief eye contact causes your eyes to tear up again. Without thinking, JJ jogs over and wraps you in his arms.

JJ has hugged you plenty of times, but he doesn’t think he’s ever felt you hold him this tight. Your arms are tossed around his shoulders as his arms are looped around your waist. Dean turns, ready to take you home, and falters when he sees you wrapped in JJ’s arms.

“JJ, I’ve got her. She asked me to take her home.” Dean’s voice is flat, and you tense in JJ’s arms. Hoping to get a look at Dean, you pull away from JJ slightly so you can look over at him. While hugging JJ, both of you had shifted so JJ’s back was no longer to the group. Instead, Dean has a clear shot of both sides and how you and JJ are so intertwined. He feels sick watching you grip JJ so tightly.

“I was talking to JJ.” At this, JJ’s grip tightens around you as a possessive feeling strikes through him. He wants to be smug; rub it in Dean’s face that you chose him. But he would much rather get you home and figure out why you were so upset.

You turn your head, looking up at him, with his shirt clenched between your fists. Looking down at you, he can see the tears glistening in your eyes. “JJ, I want you to take me home.”

“I know, baby. Let’s go home.” He places a gentle kiss on your forehead and leads you in the direction of the Chateau. 

It wasn’t until you got to the Chateau that you finally let JJ know that happened, and he had been pacing around his bedroom ever since.

“I’m gonna kill him,” JJ practically grits out, his jaw so tense from anger.

“No, you’re not,” You sniffle as you stay wrapped up in JJ’s hoodie and sheets. The second you had reached his room, you climbed into his bed, you’re ultimate comfort place. There were so many times when you ended up in JJ’s bed, feeling wholly protected just by being next to him.

“Y/n, he acted like you were his. He didn’t even ask you! He was-fuck!” The bed squeaks as JJ tosses himself down at the bottom edge of the bed. His head is buried in his hands, and you can see the tension in his back. You slip out from beneath the covers and crawl towards him without saying anything. He tenses when he feels you wrap your arms around him and rest your head on his shoulder, but then he shifts to hold you to him.

“I’m sorry. I don’t know what the fuck is wrong with men in my family.”

“You don’t have to apologize; you’re the only Maybank man I care about.” JJ nearly melts at the kiss you place on his cheek.

“Y/n.”

“JJ.”

“This wouldn’t have happened if I had told you sooner.”

“Told me what sooner?”

“About my feelings for you.” Your heart feels like it has given out when you hear him say this.

“No.” Your voice is a whisper as you look up at him.

“No?” His voice is just as soft as yours.

“That isn’t fair to put on yourself; Dean did what he did because he’s a dick.”

“I should have told you that I’ve been in love with you for a long that I can’t even remember when it started. It feels like I’ve loved you from the moment I saw you. I’ve loved you so for so fucking long, and I never told you,” He pauses, tucking a stray hair behind your ear like he did earlier in the night.

“I never thought I’d have a shot with you, and then I saw you with Dean. God, Y/n, I wanted to kill him. He had everything I ever wanted,” A soft sigh leaves his lips, and you simply watch him, your stomach fluttering at his confession.

JJ, you sigh, “Everyone knew my feelings about you; I don’t know how you didn’t. Why do you think I was always the first to clean you up after a fight? I would always share the couch with you if I had to. Not like it was a problem for me. I invited you to stay at my house; when have I ever invited Pope or John B to stay in my bed? I’ve always liked you, J, and always will.”

He stared at you as you talked, and you moved closer to him, taking a chance, sitting in his lap, and interlocking your hands behind his neck. His hands quickly found your waist and held you in his lap.

“I’ve always been in love with you,” You whispered softly, too nervous to say the words too loud, worried you might scare him off despite his previous comments. He didn’t say anything at first, simply tugging you into his chest so you had your legs wrapped around his waist as you hugged him. He pulled back to look at you, and your stomach flipped when you saw how he looked at you.

As close as you and JJ always were as friends, you had never been this close as you stared at him. Your heart was racing to see him stare at you like he found you stunning; he had never looked at you like this before. If he had, you had never gotten to see it.

“J?”

“Yea?”

“Can you kiss me?” When his lips meant yours, it wasn’t rough, or fast-it was gentle and soft-like he wanted to take all his time in the world with you. He brushed his lips against yours, slipping his hands into your hair. Relishing in the feeling of you pressed against him. His lips were soft and slow against yours, making you melt into him. Of all the times you had pictured kissing him, it had been quick and heated. But as he laid you down and pressed gentle kisses to your lips and neck, you preferred this to your fantasies.

He brushed his lips against yours, mumbling about how much he loved kissing you, making you smile against his lips. His hands trailed all over your body, barely touching against your skin, but enough to leave goosebumps behind. When he reached your hips, he would give a gentle squeeze. Sitting up, he used an arm to bring you up with him. You had waited so long to kiss JJ; now that you were, you didn’t want it to stop. His hands trailed along your thighs as you sat in his lap, leading the kiss.

“Arms up, baby,” He told you as he pulled your sweatshirt over your head, tossing it to the ground. Watching his eyes raking up and down your body made you dizzy. You let his eyes take in your body before tugging at the hem of his shirt, silently telling him that you wanted it off. This was your chance to admire his body’s dips and curves. There was never a time that you could admire him up close, and that you had, you never wanted to stop. You knew he was muscular from the countess times you had watched him surf and walk around shirtless, but getting to touch him this way was entirely different. Being alone meant you didn’t have to worry about your friends catching your longing looks; there was no John B to relentlessly tease you. Just you and JJ.

“You’re fucking beautiful,” He said as he slipped his fingers under your white bra straps and let them fall down your shoulders.

“Thank you, you’re pretty beautiful too,” Your voice teased as you threw your arms around his neck. Quickly, he leaned forward to kiss you, not wanting to waste another second without tasting you.

“Damn right,” He mumbled, making you giggle. You were about to reach around your back to rid yourself of your bra when he stopped you.

“That’s my job from now on,” He shot you a cocky grin and pushed your hands away from your bra to do it himself. He reached one hand around you, and you felt your bra drop.

“One hand, baby,” He joked. You laughed loudly, remembering that JJ and John B had borrowed yours and Kiara’s bras years ago, hoping to learn to do it one-handed. They eventually did know after you and Kiara stepped in to teach them.

“Pure fucking talent,” You sarcastically answered him, but he wasn’t really listening anymore. He groaned when he saw your bare tits and perky nipples. Your mind blanked as you heard the noise that came from him. 

His mouth closed around your nipple, biting gently, ripping a gasp from your throat. Their back arched into his chest to give him better access. He wrapped an arm around your waist to pull you closer to him. Beneath you, you could feel how quickly this was turning his hair wild from when you had your fingers through his hair. Soft sighs were filling the room as he licked and sucked, alternating between both of your tits. The wetness between your legs grew more apparent as he touched you.

He grabbed your waist and moved you off of his lap, pushing you down so that you were laid out underneath him. His hands slipped under the waistband of your shorts, tugging them down, bringing your underwear with them. Your first reaction was to close your legs; you were not used to having someone see you like this. But he gently placed his hands on your knees and pushed them apart. 

You sat up as he stood at the end of his bed, slipping his shorts down. Oh fuck. Wetness pooled between your thighs as his cock was released from his underwear. You had always wondered whether he would be big or small, and you weren’t surprised he was in the bigger size. A quick kiss was placed on your lips before he touched your chest, pushing you back on the bed. With your back against the pillows and your legs spread, he finally got to look at all of you. All bare and glistening, and he swore he had never been harder in his life. He glanced up at you, asking for permission, and you nodded. Pressing kisses from your ankles to between your thighs, he slowly made his way to where you wanted him most.

“God baby, you’re soaked for me,” You could only answer with a whimper as he slipped his fingers over your clit, causing you to arch your back. He was slow as he began to circle your clit, adding fingers to pump in and out of you.

The moan you let out was pornographic when he replaced his fingers with his mouth, letting his tongue slide along your pussy. From the bottom to the top, he licked through your folds. You could feel yourself dripping down your thighs, but you knew he wouldn’t if you asked him to go faster; he seemed pleased to take things slowly and gently.

“Your pussy tastes so good, it could eat you out for hours,” He mumbled against you, causing you to moan loudly. Your fingers twisted in the sheets as you continued licking and sucking your clit, bringing you closer to your orgasm. Your legs began to shake, and you were momentarily embarrassed. It had been months since you were last touched, and without warning, JJ between your thighs was bringing you to your orgasm embarrassingly quick. Without warning, he pulled away from you, leaving you a little confused.

“Lay at the end of the bed,” You were still shaky, but you did as you were told and glanced up at him, kneeling at the foot of his bed. He kissed your lips before standing up, and you realized what he had in mind.

You watched as he grabbed his cock between his hand and guided it into your mouth. The moan that left his mouth as he felt your mouth had you squeezing your thighs together.

“Holy fuck, you look so pretty like this,” Desperation laced through his voice, making you feel entirely feral for him. You were willing to do anything that he told you to do.

His hands were in your hair as he created a makeshift ponytail to hold you in place as he fucked your mouth. Youhines were muffled b cock, and from the sounds that were leaving him, you could tell he was enjoying this. A quick peek up at him let you know just how good he was feeling. The flush on his cheeks and his furrowed eyebrows were your indicators.

You pulled away from him with a pop, leaving a trail of salvia attaching you to him, “I need you to fuck me; I’ve waited too long to do this.” 

Your voice sounded incredibly desperate as you begged him. He said nothing, just leaned down to kiss you before reaching beside the bed. He dug around in his shorts before grabbing a condom from his wallet. You sent him a soft smile and laid your back against the pillows, waiting for him. He sat before you, then situated himself between your legs and used his arms to hold himself above you. He looked down at you, and you sent him a giggly smile.

“I love you, J,” You told him, causing him to gently lean down and kiss you.

“I love you, baby,” He whispered against your lips, sending butterflies throughout your stomach. 

He sat up, grabbing your thighs with both hands, moving your legs so that you could slip between them. Your knees were bent, and your legs were on either side of him as he brushed his fingers against your clit again.

“God, you have the prettiest pussy I have ever seen,” His simple words caused a gasp to be pulled from you.

His cock replaced his fingers, teasing your clit before sliding the tip inside you. At the feeling, both of you let out satisfied moans. JJ quickly grabbed your hands and intertwined your fingers before fully pushing inside of you slowly. “Jesus Christ,” He was nearly gone. “So fucking good.” All you could do was moan in response.

His thrusts began slow, sliding in and out of you at an agonizing pace, making you cry out at him to go faster. He didn’t listen.

“You look so pretty getting fucked,” He reached his hand down, using his thumb to rub against your clit in the slowest circles. “You’re doing such a good job, sweetheart.”

If you hadn’t been so fucked out, you would’ve been embarrassed at hearing how wet you were desperately cried a pathetic, moaning as he quickly flipped you over and grabbed get enough of you.”

When he slipped out of you, you desperately cried in protest. But he was quick to flip you over and grab your hips, pulling you onto all fours. He gave your hips a gentle squeeze and placed a few kisses on your shoulder. Your skin prickled with goosebumps as he ran his fingers down your spine. Lifting yourself up so your back was pressed against him and your neck was exposed so he could press kisses against you. His arms slid around your waist, his right hand going up to grab at your tits as he nipped at your neck. Your legs felt shaky as he held you up and against him. The moans that filled your ears being this close to him drove you crazy. You didn’t think you would ever get used to hearing him like this. So fucked out and close to coming.

“Fuck J, please go harder.”

“You want me to fuck you harder, baby?” You babbled incoherently in response, making JJ grin.

“Beg me, sweetheart.”

“Fuck, JJ! Please, I need more of your cock. I want you to take me, be rough with me.”

He pushed you forward, forcing you back on all fours. You let out a loud ‘fuck’ when he shoved his cock back into you, not sure how long you could hold yourself up. His hands gripped your hips tightly, keeping you in place, and he slid his cock in and out of you, the room filling with both of your moans.

“Is that what you wanted, baby? Wanted to fucked rougher?”

As he quickened his pace, you stuck your ass in the air and pressed your cheek against the bed, raising your arms above your head as he fucked you. Your fingers were tangled in the sheets, and you knew the neighbors could probably hear you. Out of all the times you had been with a guy, you didn’t think you had ever been this loud. Each time he thrust into you, you let out a high-pitched moan, unable to stop yourself.

His name and curses fell through your lips, and you got closer and closer to coming. You knew you would come quicker than you usually would since you had spent years fantasizing about JJ. You had spent countless nights getting off to the thought of getting to be with JJ, and if you knew him at all-he did too.

“Fuck JJ, I’m getting close,” You whined, your voice shaky as he pounded into you. “Gonna cum!”

“Fuck. Cum on my cock, sweetheart,” you knew you could let go with him. You could tell by his quickened pace and sloppy thrusts.

When you felt him grab your hips hard and pound into you a few more times, you knew you could let go with him.

“JJ! Fuck, I-”

“I know, fuck. I’m gonna cum.” that admission, your back arched as you felt your pussy squeeze around him. The moans leaving you were beyond loud, and you hoped to God none of your friends had decided to come back from the party.

“Fuck.” He grunted as he thrust one final time into you before squeezing your hips tightly. The feeling of him switching inside you sent you over the edge. You let go, pleasure coursing through you as you felt your whole body shake as the feeling shot through your entire body.

“Jesus, baby,” JJ mumbled as his head dropped to your back. You let out a giggle, understanding how fucked out he was feeling.

He slowly slid out, falling onto the bed next to you. You let your hips drop, moving so that you were on your side facing him. You were both breathing hard and knew you would need a shower and clean sheets after this.

“God, I love you.” He kisses your head before standing up and heading into your bathroom. You hear him come back after a few minutes.

“Turn over, baby.” You turn to see him with a warm washcloth; he slowly moves your legs apart and cleans up the mess between them. Your heart melts as you watch him take care of you. Once he’s done, he tosses the rag and lays beside you; you move so that you’re lying against his chest, and he throws his blanket over the both of you.

“JJ?”

“Yea, sweetheart?”

“Thank you for taking me home.”

“Be fucking quiet; you’re gonna wake her up.” JJ snapped, sending a glare over at John B. It was nearly 9 am, and they were the only two awake, the rest of the group fast asleep after the party.

“I am being fucking quiet, dumbass.”

“I don’t need her finding out what happened this morning,” He grumbled, glancing down at his bruised and bloody knuckles. John B’s snort caught his attention, and he glanced up at his best friend, who was looking at his hand.

“Like that won’t give it away?”

“I’ll just say I got into it with some kooks.”

“You’re gonna lie to her?” John B sent him an unimpressed look.

“Jesus, John B! I don’t know what I’m gonna tell her yet.”

“Tell her the truth. That you beat the shit out of our cousin for her,” He shrugged like it was the most straightforward option. “Where is she anyway? Did you take her home?”

JJ faltered at that question, the memories of last night running through his head. He still needed to update John B that your friendship had been properly ruined. But he didn’t know what the two of you were now. Were you dating? Casually seeing each other for now? That was something that he should clear up soon.

“No, she’s uh-“His door creaked, and you were wrapped in his sheets. Your hair was a mess, a couple of marks littered your neck, and your eyes were squinted with sleep.

“J?” You called quietly, and JJ nearly melted. How did he get so lucky? How did this angel have feelings for him? “Can you come back? I miss you.”

You must have been delirious with sleep and not have even noticed John B because there was no way you would’ve felt comfortable looking and speaking this vulnerably in front of him any other time.

“Yea, baby. I’ll be there.” You sent him a sleepy smile and closed the door. JJ nearly jumped up from his spot to get to you.

“Baby?” John B let out, sounding incredibly smug and wearing a grin. “Looks like you finally told her.”

JJ didn’t say anything; he just flipped him off with a smug smile as he closed the door to his bedroom and slipped into bed with you.

“Hi,” He quietly greeted as he settled into his pillow facing you.

“Why’d you leave?” Your voice was laced with sleep as you scooted closer to him.

“I went and saw Dean,” He felt you tense in his arms, and for a second, he wondered if he had made the wrong decision by telling you. He would never regret punching his cousin for the way he treated you.

“J, what did you do?”

“I punched him, and I know you aren’t a fan of that, but-“His words were cut off by pressing your lips to his.

“Thank you, he deserved it,” You quietly mumbled before snuggling back into his chest.

JJ had never loved you more.

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carseat backseat. — jude bellingham x reader x brahim díaz.

pairing: jude bellingham x latina!reader x brahim díaz.

summary: your girls' night out soon turned into a party of one. good news though, the two men over at the private booth were looking for the perfect opportunity to approach you. and they're looking to get out of that club fast.

wc: 3.2k

warnings: nsfw (+18 mdni), mentions and consumption of alcohol, basic sentences in spanish (as per usual on this blog tbh), PERREO !!!! , car sex (i'm romanticizing it tbh), soft doms!jude & brahim, marking, praise, light degrading, oral sex (f & m receiving), p in v, unprotected sex (twice rip), needy mfs, use of petnames, light manhandling, strangers hooking up tbh. if i missed anything lmk.

A/N: this was wild to write which is why i think it took me so long to finish !!! i mentioned it previously but i lowk picture them in a tuned chevy tahoe and not a limo but that might be irrelevant. reblogs & feedback are always appreciated babes xx enjoy

now playing . . . chulo pt.2 by bad gyal, tokischa & young miko / partition by beyoncé

Betrayed. 

You were currently feeling betrayed. Your girlfriends all abandoned you, with cheap excuses or promising hookups that surged throughout the night. You could’ve been on your way to get down and busy too, but you had standards. You sat at the bar, thinking what you should order before a margarita came your way. You curled up a brow at the bartender, who just replied: “The young men by that booth noticed you like tequila.” 

You frowned at the plural, taking a short sip of the peculiar-shaped glass before looking around. At a private booth full of couples making out and grinding on each other, you could easily recognize two pairs of eyes looking right back at you. With a confident smile, you raise your glass towards them before taking another sip, thinking that would be the end of it. 

You hummed in approval at both the taste of the tequila-based drink and the music the DJ was playing, before feeling a presence standing next to you. It was the shortest of the men who had bought you a drink, with light stubble that covered up his jaw and upper lip area. “¿Qué tal, bonita? ¿Te gustó el trago?” He was dangerously close, but you didn’t find the closeness uncomfortable. 

“How did you know I liked tequila?” You laughed, throwing your hair back. Brahim joined in, and he couldn’t ignore the way your face lightened up. His lips parted in amusement, watching your every move. The way you crossed your thighs, and how badly he wanted to pry them open. 

“How wouldn’t someone like you have my attention all night?” Brahim’s voice came as something similar to a coo, reaching forward to tuck a strand behind your ear. Suddenly, you felt your whole face heating up. “I’m Brahim, a pleasure.” You introduced yourself in the same fashion, not long after perking up at the song that started playing, its opening letters sparking interest. “Lovely to meet you, ¿Vamos?” He pointed to the packed dance floor with his head, offering you his hand. 

Taking down the rest or the drink you hopped off the bar stool, taking his hand gladly and into the dance floor. From your experience with Europeans, they were not the most dexterous dancers, standing still and looking up at the ceiling with their hands on your hips. The man only saved himself by the fact you loved the song and he bought you a drink, the least you owed him was a dance. 

But oh you were so wrong. 

Brahim gripped his hands on the soft skin of your hips, every once in a while controlling the circular motions you produced, while also grinding back against your ass. It only motivated you further, hearing him curse under his breath. “Joder… qué perreo el tuyo, princesa.” You chuckled a little at his reaction, biting on your bottom lip. The tension only grew when he spun you around, dancing face to face, your nose brushing against his. 

Before you could take the dip and cut the distance— his cologne had been clouding your senses, mind fuzzy with the growing sexual tension— he twirled you around yet again, your eyes landing directly on a chest. You tilted your head up to meet the eyes of the man she identified sitting next to Brahim earlier. 

“Fancy sharing her, bro?” He addressed Brahim, but his eyes didn’t tear away from yours. “All ours, Jude.” You heard the other reply as he inched closer. The words echoed in your mind, goosebumps forming up your arms. The man you now knew as Jude took both your hands, pulling them upwards and to rest around his neck as he joined the two of you dancing. 

The tension between the three of you was something you’ve never felt before, Brahim’s nose brushing against your neck and the way Jude stared you down made your knees weak. But the song came to an end, the DJ transitioning to a whole different genre. But that didn’t stop Jude from closing the distance and kissing you, your eyes falling shut instantly. A gasp left your lips the minute you felt another pair on your neck, leaving slow pecks.  

“Why don’t we get out of here?” Jude proposed, his lips still grazing yours. You nodded, and Brahim scooped your hand in his as he practically dragged you away from the dancing bodies, and Jude followed suit with your hands linked together. 

The flashing lights drowned the ambiance, and as you thought of the situation and what could be ahead, you smiled to yourself. If patience was the road to wisdom, you sure felt ninety years older. Maybe your friends jumping off the boat was a blessing in disguise— you deduced as you exited the club through the back. You squinted a little, your eyes already used to the strobe lighting of the club. 

Click. 

Jude stepped in front of you, covering his mouth to speak as a black large car rolled up. “Cover your face for me, baby.” He advised as Brahim opened the door for you, hopping in behind you, Jude looking at the source of the camera with a straight face before sliding inside the car. He gave instructions to the driver, giving him a large bill to… mind his own business apparently, as a partition was rolled up.

“You owe me a kiss,” Brahim complained after not even two seconds of silence, brushing his nose against your cheek. You couldn’t help but giggle as he roughly drew you into his lap, taking your lips hostage in his. While Jude’s affections earlier were soft and careful, Brahim seemed eager; but it still wasn’t his hand grazing the skin of your inner thigh, making your legs part open. Your mini skirt rode up, and you noticed how Brahim pulled it even further to rest at your lower waist. A hum of approval rang through the moving vehicle, and as Jude’s hand inched closer to your core, you shivered.

Brahim groaned at the sudden movement, parting ways with your lips to settle down your neck, Jude taking the same initiative. You moaned softly, jerking your hips. Him, in response, bit into your neck, his fingers delving into the soft skin of your hips. Getting that much attention was overwhelming, and you fell drunk on it. They really worshiped you, lips slowly making their way down, the moans rewarding the men for their good work. 

Jude parted first, his finger grazing the soft fabric of your underwear. “We’ve got you so wet,” He cooed, taking your cheeks and turning your head to look at him. He dissected your reaction as his hand just shoved the panties to a side and he took a dip to test your wetness. A light smirk tugged on his face as he watched your lips part in a tiny gasp. 

“Turn her a bit towards me, mate.” Jude instructed Brahim, who was busy painting hematomas on your neck. He nodded with the same devilish shine on his eyes, shifting a little so you would both face him. “What do you want, babe? You look a bit bothered,” He freighted innocence, a chuckle rung from behind you. 

You became even more embarrassed; how easy your body queues were to them. “Touch me,” You replied with a certain fortitude in your voice, when your eyes were dripping with need. Brahim watched you, lips slightly parted, and just smiled. He gave Jude a nod, who didn’t waste any time in sinking a finger into your wetness. You couldn’t help but throw your head back with a groan, finding rest in Brahim’s shoulder. 

Jude didn’t find any pleasure in easing it into you, fixing a steady pace that would have you writhing in no time. You noticed Brahim getting harder under your ass, the movements clearly getting him off. He still didn’t budge, instead hooking a finger on the strap of your blouse and tugging it off the way slowly before kissing the area. 

Your moans were breathy, as if you were a fish out of water, your hand reaching back to brush Brahim’s hair out of the way, his light beard tickling the back of your shoulder. You could also feel his hand sliding down your torso, his ring and middle finger soon finding a home at your throbbing clit. You noticed through almost closed eyes that Jude licked his lips and slid another digit in, picking up the pace. 

“You like that, princesa? Wanna cum?” Brahim brushed your hair back. You did your best to affirm between babbles, but the built up was rapid and dangerous. “You can do it, you’re so good for us.” Jude confirmed with praise, and you couldn’t have stopped the orgasm even if you wanted to. Your moans filled up the space, legs trembling as they both slowed down and worked you through it. 

Jude took his fingers out and started licking them, never breaking eye contact. Instead, he reached out to pull you into a kiss. His hand cupped your jaw with ease, as you sloppily made out. You could taste yourself in his tongue, “What a pretty mess we have here.” He stroked your cheekbone as the car came to a halt. The driver simply left the vehicle and both men checked through the tinted foggy windows their surroundings. They were at the hotel they requested, at the underground parking level that looked as though no one had been there in years. 

Perfect. 

You came to the same conclusion they did, now pulling Jude back into a kiss, your hands unbuttoning his shirt. But at the same time you reached back and pulled Brahim closer to do the same, with a bit of his help. Jude watched as you cupped his boner through the dress pants, letting a small surprised groan. He’d been so busy pleasuring you he didn’t realize how needy he was himself. 

“I want to taste you.” Brahim whispered in your ear, sending goosebumps down your spine. Trying to think of an arrangement, an idea quickly rose to your head before it was occupied with the toned bodies of the shirtless men on either side of you. “You will, I promise,” You gave him a peck before giving your attention back to Jude, kissing down his torso as you got on your knees still on the car seat. 

You heard Brahim sigh as you unbuttoned the other’s pants, Jude himself helping you lower his underwear to give his hard cock some space to breathe. You didn’t waste any time, licking the pre-cum that rolled down the tip before wrapping your hand around the girth and stroking it shortly. It didn’t take long for you to slowly slide it inside your mouth, Jude’s hand reaching to rest on the crown of your head with a groan leaving his lips. 

Brahim didn’t seem to want to interrupt your work, but as you got into it, you felt the familiar hook of his fingers; this time around the waistband of your panties. He slid them down before a thumb stroked down your wet slit. But the slow-paced affections didn’t last long as he pressed his flat tongue to pick up all the slick and go straight to town on you. You started to struggle keeping your mouth and hand at a good pace, moans muffled with the thick cock stuffed in your mouth. 

“Don’t stop,” Jude warned between groans, the grip in your hair tightening. The oral fixation seemed to be pushing him over the edge, in the same situation you found yourself in. 

That was, until Brahim stopped. 

You couldn’t even find the time to complain, to ask him for more; some shuffling filling the suffocating air before a leaking tip grazed your sloppy slit, all soaked with your arousal. You arched your back, pushing back against the friction. Both men snickered between themselves, Brahim still teasing you with the tip of his hard dick. 

“You really want it, don’t you?” He cooed, his teasing actions still going further by pushing himself onto your entrance, but never making it fully inside. Instead of responding, you concentrated on giving your best affections, catching him off guard. 

“Bro— fuck, do it.” Jude gave him the approval, clearly taking your enthusiasm into his pleasure as encouragement for the other man to satisfy you. Brahim sighed, lining himself properly with your entrance before burying his length inside you. 

The groans that came out of your throat were gutural, full of lust. “You feel so good…” He exclaimed, throwing his head back, still getting used to the feel. He wasn’t the lengthiest, but the sheer girth made up for it. His hands gripped hard on the dough of your hips, tightening as he bounced your body against his in the same fashion you were doing earlier at the club. 

You couldn’t help but arch your back even lower, doing your best to continue with your hard labor as Brahim set a relentless pace. You’d come to notice he was the most anxious one, yearning to take you as yours. But it seemed to be rubbing off on the other man, his long fingers gripping your hair with certain force. He thrusted hard enough to rock the car at the movement of his hips, enough to have Jude controlling your mouth, choking on his length. 

The scene was straight out of the craziest adult film, but you knew that if you weren’t the one experiencing it, it wouldn’t be as hot. “Cum, baby. Come on.” Brahim encouraged, smacking your ass loudly; you were so fixated on pleasing the other man you didn’t even realize how close you were to your second release of the night. It knocked the air out of your lungs, saliva stuck with a guttural groan as the sensitive tip hit the back of your throat. 

“Squeeze my cock like that— mierda, así, yes!” You could make out from riding down the tidal wave your orgasm brought, still stroking Jude’s cock while you took a breather to let out all the scandalous moans, letting the small tears run and ruin your mascara a little. 

By the stutter on Brahim’s hips you noticed he was going to finish right then and there, only bouncing your hips back in the same fashion you were doing in no less than half an hour ago at the dance floor.

It took him a moment to recover, heavy breathing overshadowing the sloppy blowjob. He pulled out, looking back to watch the cum dripping out your whole. “Jude,” Brahim looked at him with a heavy breath. “Look at this. Look how perfect our pussy looks pumped of my cum,” 

You whined at the sheer force the Spanish national manhandled you to show you off like a prize, and with this new angle you noticed a hint of pride in his voice. Jude’s seeming examination took a moment, even though you could hear the slick noise your leftover saliva made as he stroked his cock. 

“I think it’s missing something…” Jude pondered, rising to his knees before pushing himself inside you. With a loud moan of surprise your knees couldn’t hold anymore, collapsing onto your stomach. Your head rested on Brahim’s thick thigh, and he soothed you through the first few instances with praise. Now it was his turn to be the doting one, brushing your hair back and talking you through it. “You’re taking it so well.” 

“Suck him off, babe. He’s getting hard for witnessing how much of a good pretty slut you are for us,” Jude ordered, pulling your hips back up to pound into you shamelessly. The command wasn’t a problem, mind so cockdrunk you could do whatever they asked of you. 

Jude still helped you up so you could get to the task at hand, but Brahim dipped lower to link his lips with yours tenderly, contrasting the constant sound of skin coming into contact. As you made out, you took the chance to stroke his cock, still soaked with your fluids. He seemed to be melting onto the seat, still sensitive from the previous orgasm. Breaking away and trying to manage your moans as best as you could, your tongue licked up the prominent vein up the underside, before wrapping your lips around the soft tip. 

You fluttered your lashes up at him, finding him cute with his parted lips. But it was Jude who picked your hair back and motivated you straight into the action, sounds of pleasure now coming from both men. Brahim writhed under you, while Jude had you squirming. 

“Ah, fuck, fuck,” Jude whined, trying to finish on the same pace but being unable to do so. Your walls squeezed him dry deliciously, and he leaned to press his chest against your back to reach around and draw circular motions on your overstimulated clit. “Just one more, okay baby? You can do it,” He encouraged, at the same time you tore yourself away from blowing Brahim to breathe and moan out freely. 

“Perfect girl,” Brahim cooed as Jude slowed down, helping you ride down the wave your release represented. Jude pulled out, now standing back to admire his load leaking straight out of you. But now it was his turn to help you onto his lap, holding you close. 

“You did so well,” Jude hummed, caressing your cheeks, cleaning the dried mascara. Brahim scooted over, brushing your hair back with his hands and pressing the tiniest, most playful kisses over your bare shoulders. With a gentle hand, Jude turned your head in his direction and locked his lips with your own, slightly swollen and adapting a redder tone. It was tender, calm. Brahim followed, matching the same energy. 

It was strange how both men had that duality to them; going from being completely hands on and greedy with your body, to soothing you with the sweetest touches. “We didn’t even make it to the hotel room…” You joked, the two of them joining in the lazy laugh. 

“It’s barely one in the morning.” Brahim brushed his nose against your cheek, in the same way he demanded a kiss earlier. You noticed him and Jude shared a look before looking back at you. 

“Round two?” They proposed in unison. Still, their voices and expressions didn’t give any hint of obligation, just curiosity. You knew you could reject them and they would understand completely. 

And that only captivated you further. 

“Round two.” You confirmed with a nod and a wink, getting yourself together to at least spend a minute or so at the hotel lobby. As you all entered and confirmed the booking, it seemed that their infatuation with you only grew; Brahim couldn’t tear himself away from your side while Jude couldn’t stop looking back at you with a certain glimmer in his eyes. 

You knew this was bound to be a long night. The biggest comfort though? That you knew you were going to wake up the next morning held securely by two pairs of strong arms.

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◇ 𝐃𝐚𝐲 𝟐 : 𝐕𝐨𝐲𝐞𝐮𝐫𝐢𝐬𝐦/𝐅𝐨𝐫𝐛𝐢𝐝𝐝𝐞𝐧 - 𝐒𝐭𝐞𝐯𝐞 𝐑𝐨𝐠𝐞𝐫𝐬 ◇

Eyes On Me

【Synopsis】 : Biker Gang Leader doesn't like sharing unless it's to do with his best friend.

『W.C』 :  740

-> Genre: Suggestive. Angst. Biker/Criminal Au.

Pairing: Biker!Steve x Aristocrat!Reader

[Warnings] : Mention of criminal activity. Shitty family. Father issues. Possessive tendencies. Lots of teasing. Swearing. Pet names. Ass grabbing. Mention of sex. Mention of masturbation. Dry humping. Slight clit play. Biting. Marking.

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You were a sunshine. A light in most people's lives and an innocent little ball of happiness. No one could ever except you getting mixed up with the infamous biker gang of Brooklyn. Especially getting caught up with the ruthless leader. And yet, how come you are sitting sweetly on his couch in his office while he finishes off a phone call he had to answer just moments after your mouth was prettily wrapped around his cock. To say he was annoyed would be an understatement but alas he needed to answer the call or he knew Bucky, his right hand man would bark at him for missing yet another important call with a business client all because he was too busy with you...

His little plaything. His secret doll.

You both knew the match was unlikely and that most people, especially your family, would disapprove of the relationship. But neither of you cared. In fact, it thrilled you to know the idea of your father being broken over the fact that his useless waste of space of a daughter was sleeping with the enemy. Loud music suddenly pooled into the quiet office as one of Steve's men came raring in, wanting his boss's attention.

“Sir, I…” His words caught in his throat when he noticed was not only interrupted his boss on a phone call but there was a very pretty woman in nothing but one of Steve's shirts, sitting so patiently on the couch in the corner of the room. You gave the young boy a smirk, his face already turning a bright shade of pink.

“What?” Your lover's voice grew rougher, almost possessive as he disapproves of the way the younger male was eye fucking your form. You quickly caught Steve's eyes, and your mind sparked an idea. You were going to give this other man a show. So you stood up without a second thought, letting the shirt ride up slightly, so he could get a good view of your black lace panties. Your legs were on complete display for both men, hearing a low growl rumble from the big biker boss.

You sidestepped so you could move behind the office desk where your beefy lover boy was standing but instead of walking the short way, you purposely walked in front of the younger male, letting your hips brush passed him gently, almost enough to make him stiffen. “B-Barnes is…uh, h-here…” The young one stutters, feeling your body against his growing erection.

You finally make your way to the other side of the desk, bringing your hands to your lover's chest. Steve's hands snaked against your waist the moment he felt your leg step in between his, touching his cock with your thigh. There is a smirk painting your features, making Steve know exactly what game you are playing. So, without a second thought, Stevie's hands grip a handful of your ass, squeezing your cheeks in front of the poor boy. You moaned, not holding back from your little show, and Steve was eating all of it up.

“Tell him to wait outside, unless he wants to witness me fucking my darling princess stupid.” His voice echoed in the room, making your glossed eyes, scan his face with anticipation. You had always wanted Bucky to join you or even just watch from afar. The idea of him sitting in the corner of the room pumping his cock while watching Steve rail you on his desk, it sends a chill down your spine.

The young boy ran so quickly out of the room it almost made you laugh, but you didn’t have time for that as Steve pushed you onto the desk, pushing all the papers and important files onto the floor letting your back hit the table with a huff. Steve's lips latched onto your neck, grinding his hips on yours. His rough jeans felt so delicious against your clit as your choked-up moans catch your throat, then your eyes suddenly catch a tall, beefy glass of walking sin, standing in the door frame with crossed arms and a smirk.

“Look what we have here.” Bucky's voice sent a tingle through your body as your eyes locked on his. Steve's bites got harsh, making your moans grow loud, and the only thing coming to mind was that tonight was going to be fun.

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Long Days but Dancin’ In the Rain

Human Alastor x GN Reader

Warnings: fluff||Females DNI

Summary: After a long day of work it started raining. Which made you want to dance out in the rain with Alastor.

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Your day was long, too long for that fact. A small huff came from you as you placed your coat on the coat holder, your shoes replaced with indoor ones. Good thing you got home when you did as the sky changed into a gloomy gray and it started pouring. You saw that your husband was already home from the corners of your eyes. Smooth jazz was playing of course, knowing that your dear was a fan of it.

A low hum as you stared out the window, watching the droplets hit the glass pane. Constantly listening to the pitter-patter of rain, you stole a glance over your shoulder, noticing now that Alastor was focused on some book. Your eyes squinted, trying to read the title from where you were at, The Grim Brothers Fairytales, is what you thought you saw. You could hear Alastor softly humming along to the song, filling the room with more of the jazz.

You may have found yourself staring a bit too long as you watched him peer up from his book with that charming smile of his. Quickly, you glanced away, realizing you were caught staring and felt your cheeks become warm. You could hear Alastor chuckle at you and you couldn't help but curse him inwardly for his infuriating handsomeness. You wondered how you were able to pull this man; he always appeared somewhat aloof when it came to matters of relationships and commitment. That was until you found him at your doorstep one day, dressed ever so nicely—a true gentleman with a bouquet of flowers and everything. After that, everything seemed to fall into place like a puzzle piece.

As your gaze wandered over the rain-soaked streets outside, lost in thought, an idea suddenly sparked within you. It had been far too long since you indulged in the simple pleasure of playing out in the rain. Missing the nice feeling of the cold rain hitting your open skin, running down until it hits the ground along with the other droplets, you would probably catch a cold. A mischievous grin tugged at the corners of your lips as you glanced over at Alastor. You knew he wasn't keen on getting dirty; he had always been a man who prioritized maintaining his handsome appearance. Yet, for your sake, you dared to hope he would make an exception, just this once. After all, who could resist having a bit of fun in the rain? With a playful tone, you asked, trying to contain your excitement, "Hey, Al, care to join me for a dance?"

You suggested with a smile, feeling a surge of excitement as you extended the invitation. Alastor raised an eyebrow in response, a hint of intrigue flickering in his eyes. But before he could answer, you giggled gleefully, taking that as a yes. Springing up from your seat, you reached out and grabbed his hand, eagerly whisking the both of you out of your cozy apartment. With a gentle tug, you led him outside, where the rain gently fell and the air was cool and cloudy. Alastor seemingly stood beneath the canopy's threshold, his hesitation palpable, while you, in stark contrast, were filled with eager anticipation.

Conveniently, with no cars in sight, you dashed towards the rain, relishing the feeling of the water trickling down your face. Glancing back at Alastor, who stood under the canopy, watching your playful antics, you couldn't help but grin. Alastor's lips curved into a brief, endearing smile, a soft chuckle escaping him as he shook his head in fond amusement. With a playful gleam in his eyes, he finally relented to your whims, stepping out into the rain beside you.

As you both stood there, completely drenched by the rain, Alastor's gaze seemed to linger on you, the curve of his smirk betraying his amusement. Running a hand through his wet brown hair, he couldn't help but laugh in disbelief as he tilted his head back to look at the sky. Then, turning his gaze back to you, he couldn't help but ask, "Are you pleased with yourself, cher?" You gave him a small nod. “Yeah, I am.” You chuckled out seeing his hair all disheveled.

As the rain fell softly around both of you, you paid no mind to anything else. Your hand reached out to Alastor, a silent invitation to dance with you. With a grin, he accepted your hand, intertwining his fingers with yours and together, you twirled and swayed in the rain, completely lost in the moment. Under the cloudy sky, the gentle patter of raindrops provided enough music for you too. Together, you danced, each movement perfectly in sync with the other. The both of you danced under the cloudy sky, your laughter mingling with the sound of the falling rain. "The things I do for you, darling," Alastor chuckled, a small, fond smile gracing his features as he spun you around aimlessly.

A small chuckle leaving your lips as you and him danced so effortlessly together. You enjoyed the feeling of both the cold rain falling into your body and the way your lovely husband. Even if you had to be secret about it you both would enjoy each other’s company no matter what the cause is. The spin finally dropped as it felt like you were going in slow motion. Then the feeling of falling came to you as his hand went to your back, dipping you. Water droplets hitting your face as his came into your view. A polite smile taking up your gaze from the rest of his defining features as his eyes locked onto yours. Your gaze went to kiss eyes as his lips pressed onto in a soft and gentle kiss.

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DRUNK CONSEQUENCES HOPEFULLY COMES OUT SOON!

Have this my lovely children. I thought of this while on Janitor.Ai😭 Half the idea if from the AI I was talking to and the other half I came up with. It was too beautiful so I had to write some more of it. A master list is coming out soon so you can see everything that I wrote/write!

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[heartofwritiing]

Dance with me

paring: musicianbur x fem!reader

summary: you’re at a music festival with lovejoy, you and wilbur can’t help but be pulled together when a certain song from your favorite band plays.

authors note: I got inspired by this clip I think it’s from ash’s tiktok, its one of my favorite wilbur clips and for some reason the idea of dancing with wilbur at a music festival sparked within my weird little brain lmao. enjoy this quick fic as (i like to call them) my writers block is killing me ughh

warnings: none, just fluff, established relationship, reader is a member of lovejoy, very short, and unedited!

Sweaty bodies screamed around you, shouting back lyrics to the band that was preforming on the main stage you were just on hours before.

It was one of your favorite bands Arctic Monkeys. you still couldn’t believe you were here, only dreaming of performing on stage in-front of big crowds like this when you were little, putting on concerts in your living room for your family members. It was all thanks to the band you had joined a little over a year ago.

Lovejoy was looking for a keyboard player to only do live gigs. After some time and getting to know them more and more, watching them grow into their style and become best friends with all the band members. You had unofficially joined the group along with the other respective trumpet players joining on tour.

Now you were traveling the world, getting to see new places and having an experience like no other.

Wilbur and you had only met three years ago during quarantine, almost right away you knew he was the one. You had joined in on a call with a mutual friend to play some online game. since then, you had met in person several times, moved in together, joined his band, and the rest was history. Getting to travel the world with your partner was an absolute plus.

You rocked along to the rhythm of the guitars, the beat of the drums pounding through the speakers stimulating your brain. Ash and Mark, were standing to your right, bobbing along to the music with grins on both their faces.

Ash was filming the stage, panning around to show the camera Mark, who was watching the stage intently. Ash unexpectedly moved the camera to you noticing you looking at him and now was your opportunity to show off your goofy side. While still dancing, you started making faces, this caused Ash to hold back laughter.

You continued this, oblivious to the fact Wilbur was sneaking up behind you. You missed Ash's quick glance behind you, and a pair of arms came around your waist, pulling you flush against a person's chest. You let out a surprised yelp, you almost were about to elbow the person in the ribs for grabbing you but the smell of musky cologne flooded your senses. it instantly made you discover who it was. Ease came over you knowing it was Wilbur.

Taking a breath, a smile inched up your lips as he placed his chin on your shoulder and rocked you side-to-side to the beat of the music. You said nothing as you crept up your arms to rest on top of his, lacing your fingers together in a tangled mess.

Wilbur hummed as you leaned into his touch once the song ended, cheers erupted around you but soon died down due to the next song starting up with the rift of the gutair. Letting out an audible squeal you recognized the track, quickly spinning out of Wilbur’s arms to face him he saw the evident smirk on your lips as you took his hands in yours once more.

“Dance with me?” you asked playfully.

How could he say no to you? Wilbur noticed how your hips started to move with every beat of the drum, taunting him to move with you. Your eyes sparkled mischievously casting a spell and drawing him to your further.

Wilbur took your left hand and placed it on his shoulder. Then your other hand is in his. You felt his arm go around your waist and he began to move in a sway.

The crowd around you appeared to vanish. Having your arms around your lover was the only thing that mattered in your mind. He took you into a swinging step as the music got faster, and you wondered when the crowd had dispersed to make more room for you.

Wilbur spun you around quickly by the arm, causing you to trip over your feet. With a gasp, you collided with his chest. Giggles crawled out of your chests. He helped you stand upright as your eyes crinkled with happiness.

Your laughter died down, and he leaned his head to your level to press your foreheads together in a blissful moment of contentment.

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Seasons’n’ Reasons | John Marino

summary: it’s tough hiding your relationship, especially when your his captains sister.

request: yes/no

warnings: swearing, drinking, allusions to sex.

word count. 2.61k

authors note: angst week is back up and running with the imagine I don’t think Faithlynn was looking forward to the at all. First time writing for John here, kind of liked how this piece is different to my usual ones but nonetheless we put up with it. On top of this I am proud that I got this out before I crashed and went to bed 🫶. This is apart of angst week so if you want to check out the rest of angst week you can do so here!

John was almost your perfect boyfriend.

Your relationship was great, full of love as the spark burnt like a fire beneath you both.

At the beginning you enjoyed how quiet it was, with Nico being your older brother it was all kept under wraps.

Nico was over the moon when you moved to New York during the playoffs after you graduated from university in Switzerland.

Within two days of you moving to the states you met all of his teammates. Whilst Jack had been flirting with you every chance that he got a very different player caught your eye instead.

Miles was sat going on about something to John whose eyes didn’t leave your. He watched as you laughed getting caught in a drinking game with Timo as you chugged your beer quicker than he did.

You smiled when your eyes locked with his “I’m gonna go get a new one.” Was what your mouth said but your eyes were telling John to join you “I think John needs one too.” Miles tapped the younger boys shoulder ushering him to follow you.

Nico felt his heart warm as he watched you grab his teammates hand before you two got lost in the crowd.

That evening you ended up back in John’s apartment “John please,” you begged feeling his lips kiss up your neck “you like that pretty girl?” The hockey player asked pushing your body up against his door.

A whimper left your lips “please J,” you cried as his hoisted your dress up around your waist “let’s move this to the bedroom?” John proposed wriggling his eyebrows.

You threw your arms around him as you nodded “what are you waiting for then Johnny?” You capturing his lips in a kiss.

Those nights continued on for weeks before the best five months of your life began. John had arrived at your apartment catching you by surprise “what are you doing here?” You asked pecking his lips as you gasped “these are beautiful.” You looked at him in awe as he held a bouquet of your favourite flowers.

John wrapped his arms around you “I missed you baby,” he cooed kissing your forehead as he shut the door behind him.

As the seasons changed and the New Jersey air grew cold it seemed that as the love you felt for John still remained high it yet a level of resentment grew in your heart towards the boy.

You were close to growing sick of the constant argument that making your relationship public brought “I don’t get what the problem is!” You groaned raking your fingers through your hair as you had been going on at the same things for an hour.

John sighed staring at his phone “Nico is gonna kill me.” The hockey player brought up what seemed to be his favourite point in this argument.

Sure the fact that your brother was his captain didn’t help your relationship but you two had been together for fourteen months “Jesus John he won’t care!” You complained wanting to cry as you grew frustrated.

It hurt how you only had the space to show off your relationship in the walls of your apartments “it’s not that simple.” The American groaned watching you go quiet.

This was the last thing you would have ever wanted to do “do you ever want to let them know?” Whilst you knew that John adored you like you were his world. But you had grown tired of watching girls flirt with your boyfriend. John struggled to let the girls down lightly as his cheeks usually turned red knowing you were watching the interactions from afar. Having to stop yourself from walking over and planting a kiss on his lips.

The air was tense as you two just stared at the FaceTime screen “just not right now.” John wanted nothing more than to be by your side as he hugged you.

But this wasn’t meant to be that moment for you two “I’m not sure that I can do this anymore.” You announced chewing at the inside of your cheek.

To John it felt like his world stopped spinning in that moment “what?” He croaked out furrowing his eyebrows “John I’m tired of hiding us.” You repeated your words as you realised you were crying when tears hit your phone screen.

He didn’t know what to think as his ears rang “I’ll see you around Hischier.” It felt like a low blow hearing him call you that. You hadn’t been referred to anything beyond baby in at least a year.

Out of frustration you threw your phone out of your hands and across your room hitting a picture frame that fell from your counter as your head dropped into you hands.

The sound of glass shattering made your head whip around to the direction of the noise “fuck!” You cried at the sight realising what had fallen.

It was a frame that John had given you apart of his gifts in honour of your one year anniversary. The Photo Booth pictures from the fair he took you to were in the frame with a bunch of confetti from a concert you dragged to to amongst over keepsakes that John had collected over the months.

A laugh left your lips as you looked like a kid in a candy store “don’t they have these in Switzerland?” John smiled watching you eat your candy floss that was bigger than your face “not like this.” You shook your head as your eyes took in all the bright and eye catching lights of the rides.

The hockey player slipped his hand into your back pocket “you want to go in there?” He asked pressing a kiss to your temple. You looked up to see the Photo Booth.

John pulled you in the direction of the booth quickly pushing both of you in there once he had paid “you don’t know how long I’ve waited to do this.” The hockey player mumbled cupping your face in his hands as he kissed your lips.

Before you could melt into the kiss the flash of the photo booth camera had you both laughing “oh my gosh!” Your cheeks turned pink wondering what that picture was going to turn out like.

The state of New Jersey had grown cold with the month of no contact with John. Nico knew that something was up with you as you continued to avoid the Prudential Centre “you know what I was thinking about?” Jack mumbled looking at his captain as they watching their older teammate walk out to the ice “this could be dangerous.” Nico smirked as his lips turned to a smile.

Jack scoffed as he rolled his eyes “I think John and y/n’s negative moods are connected.” The theory was something your brother couldn’t ignore as he urged his teammate to continue “like they were both happy for so long.” Nico knew about John’s mystery girl from out of state after the American once had to explain why he was late to practice after spending the night in New York.

Nico let the words sink in as he began to think about it “no, she would have told me.” The captain nodded to himself as he couldn’t help but think about it “maybe you should look into it.” Jack’s words left his teammate with more thoughts than the Swiss boy would have liked.

Unfortunately for Nico his time to plan how he questioned you was shorter than he would have preferred as his phone rang “Maus?” Your brothers thick Swiss accent made John stop dead in his tracks.

His once drained face highlighted by his dark circles now looked alive at the sheer concern in Nico’s voice “I’ll be there in a twenty.” The captain nodded quickly hanging up “you good bro?” Timo furrowed his eyebrows sensing his teammates alarm.

Nico sighed “apparently y/n got drunk in some bar and is now crying in German?” Your brother wanted to laugh at you but this wasn’t the time for it. John tensed at the thought of you not being a okay “you good dude?” Jack furrowed his eyebrows seeing how the older boy froze “yeah.” John nodded forcing a smile onto his lips.

Your friends had gotten you back to your apartment just in time for your brother’s arrival “I’ve got her from here.” Nico waved your friends off as he sighed hearing your soft sobs.

The captain crouched on in front of you “what’s wrong?” He sighed wiping a tear from your cheek “I miss John.” You choked out as you had seen rumours that he had found someone new and that caused you to fall into this dark little place you found in the corner of the bar.

Given what he had heard a mere three hours ago Nico had to say that he was more surprised at how Jack was right than you actually being with John “you love him?” The fact that you never told him told Nico that this was by far the most serious relationship you probably had been in “so much.” You nodded letting your snot soak your brothers shirt as your head rested on his shoulder.

It broke Nico’s heart thinking about how you much pain your heart must have been in “it hurts Neeks.” Your words made him brush his fingers through your hair “let it out maus,” he mumbled giving your body a squeeze as his hands wrapped around your back.

By the time Nico had gotten you tucked into bed as you seemed to calm down, it was only unfortunate that your brothers anger towards his teammate didn’t decrease over time. In fact as Nico sat by your side watching as your chest peacefully rose and fell with each breath you made it only made him wonder why his own teammate couldn’t have hurt you in the ways that John had. Of course Nico was entirely unaware of the fact that you were the only to end thing because that’s not something that gets brought up in the middle of crying over an ex.

Whilst Nico knew you wouldn’t be impressed if you knew that he meddled but he also wanted to protect you, and to him the latter was more important.

Cap 🫡: I swear to god Marino you really did it now

John: you know I take it?

Cap 🫡: I’ll talk to you about it when I’m back

Cap 🫡: just know that I want you there early next training session so you can complete extra laps.

Nico didn’t know what he wanted to do as he watched John skate onto the ice early Wednesday morning. His first choice would have been to punch his older teammate but with you now staying with your brother as he forced you to take the week off of work so that Nico could keep an eye on you. It meant that the idea of knocking the boys front teeth out was off the cards.

John was nervous as he looked up at the taller boy “look I-” the American tried to get his words out as his captain raised his hand signalling him to stop “did you love her?” Nico replayed the image of your upset state slurring about how much you missed the boy who was currently stood in front of him.

In truth Nico believed up until 48 hours ago that you hadn’t experienced the love that you watched on tv as a child where you would pause it and yell out for your older brother to come and watch it with you as you squealed seeing the male flirt with the girl. Of course Nico hadn’t seen what you relationship was like so he could never say that for certain you had been in that state of pure emotional bliss. But after last night Nico knew that you had experienced something your brother wished he could have saved you from forever. The kind of heartbreak that makes the world seem so dull that it is no longer worth loving the small things in. How the flowers bloom in spring and dance in summer. How the sound of waves crashing on the shore line never sounds the exact same as the previous time. But your personal favourite was how you could sit at a window when it rained watching the little raindrops race down the windowsill with some being lucky enough to find a partner on their way down as drops connected to become a bigger drop “I do.” John nodded sending your brother an apologetic smile.

Nico honestly thought he had heard the heavens gate open as he felt his shoulder grow lighter “I’m going to tell you this once.” Nico couldn’t take this win for long “you hurt her and I swear to god you will not be around long enough to tell the tale.” You were the youngest sibling of four, with or without Nico, John was still going to have to watch his back. The American nodded as he took a gulp “oh and you still have to do those lap!” Nico laughed as John groaned quickly going off as he listened to his captain.

Nico didn’t know how he convinced you to go to that game. Whilst he thought he was going to need all of the tubs of your favourite icecream that he had in his freezer, all it turned out to be was that Nico had to say he needed you there.

So you watched the game and smiled each time any of the boys did something well, especially John. You thought he looked good but you needed to see it from a better angle as the two tiers up weren’t doing it for you “little Nico!” Jack’s nickname for you always brought a smile to your face “still older than you.” You shot back pulling the boy into a hug.

Your conversation remained brief as Jack cut himself off once he locked eyes with John “I’ll let you two talk.” The Hughes boy was proud of himself as he had connected the dots before anyone else on the team did so.

John walked up to you with caution like was looking at someone he didn’t know. As he tried to study your face to find an indication for how he should act. You pushed yourself off of your spot as you were quick to shut the gap between you two, smiling as you wrapped your arms around his torso.

The boy took a mere second before he reciprocated the gesture letting his arms wrap around your waist as he took in the familiar scent of your vanilla perfume “I missed you doll.” John confessed letting his voice hang in what was barely a whisper.

Timo and Nico watched the event play out from afar as your head tilted up to face his “you okay with this?” Timo asked quickly seeing that feelings were still so obviously involved in this “I think so.” Nico smiled seeing the grin on your face return as the boy “if he hurts her I’ll help you get rid of him.” Timo’s offer made Nico laugh “let’s keep that one on standby.” The captain nodded enjoying the idea of having that one in his back pocket more so for whenever you pissed him off.

John had to have said something sweet as you nodded bringing your lips to his “we definitely don’t need to watch that.” Nico announced almost letting out a gag as both boys turned around to avoid the sight of you with your hands cupping their teammates cheeks.

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[aquagirl1978]

A Minor Distraction - William Rex x Reader (Ikemen Villains)

A/N: Part of Visions of Temptation 2023 hosted by @xxsycamore

Pairing: William Rex x Reader

Prompt: Day 7 - Public Sex

Word Count: 1133

Tags: NSFW; Minors - DNI; vaginal fingering; public sex; female-bodied reader (no pronouns used)

Sighing loudly, you sat up in the bed; it took a few moments for your eyes to adjust to the darkness of the cabin. It was day three of the cruise, and you were still not used to the rocking of the ship. Your gaze shifted to the body sleeping next to you – at least someone was able to get some rest in this unbearable heat.

You pulled the covers off your legs as gently as you could so as to not disturb Wiliam. When he had invited you on this trip, it sounded positively delightful – you had never gone on a cruise before and were looking forward to the glitz and glam he told you about. But who knew that you would be traveling in the middle of the most heinous heatwave? 

Your gaze lingered on William, jealous of his ability to sleep through this unbothered. 

“You can’t sleep, can you?” a voice from the bed whispered.

“Did I wake you?” you asked apologetically.

William huffed a laugh as he sat up in the bed. “How ‘bout you put on that dress you had on earlier, the red one that I said looked so pretty on you, and I take you somewhere. I think what you need is a distraction.”

*****

William opened the ornate doors, inviting you into the grand ballroom. You had been here with him on the first night of the cruise – there was a dance held for the first class passengers, and of course William was invited.

It was a grand affair, bigger and more splendid than anything you had ever been invited to on land. Dressed in a dark tuxedo, William was the most handsome man on the ship, garnering the attention of many of the ladies in attendance. But his eyes were on you, only you, as he guided you around the ballroom. He had this special way of making you feel like you two were the only ones in the room that night.

Not much unlike now, where you both were, in fact, the only ones in the large space. Only now that you truly were the only ones in there, the space somehow felt lonely without all the other passengers. 

William walked over to the grand piano and took a seat on its bench as if he owned the instrument. He patted the bench with his hand, inviting you to join him. He turned to you, a wide grin adorning his handsome face as his fingers found their home on the ivory keys. 

While William’s eyes were on you, yours were on his fingers; flashes of red danced across the keys like red rose petals falling from its bloom. Soft music filled the air, its notes lulling you into a peaceful trance.  You closed your eyes, allowing your mind to relax and drift, wishing you shared William’s gift with music.

When the music stopped, you opened your eyes and looked at William. He was smiling at you; the way his head was tilted gave him a boyish appearance. 

“Do you want to learn how to play?”

“Yes!” you replied, trying to control your squeals excitement and maintain some sense of dignity. 

“Good,” he replied. William leaned over and brushed a kiss on your lips, equally as excited as you were. “Place your right hand on top of mine.” A spark of excitement ran down your spine as your fingers barely touched. “That’s it. Let your hand follow mine as I press the keys.”

William was a patient teacher, guiding you through each note and pointing out the finger placement on the keys. Always praising, always encouraging, even when you made a mistake. You lost track of how many times you played the same piece of music, but it didn’t matter – you were actually playing music with William. 

William stopped playing and removed his right hand from the keys, leaving your fingers floating. He positioned your fingers on the keys, ready to play the notes you had ingrained in your head. 

“What are you doing?” you whispered, once you realized what he was doing.

“It’s your turn to play, robin.” He flashed you a smile, bright and alluring; you weren’t sure you were ready to play on your own yet, but that smile was enough to convince you to play for him. “I’ll be right here in case you need any help,” he added as he rested his hand on his knee.

Swallowing your nerves, you waited for his cue to start. And much to your amazement, you were playing the piano. Your eyes were trained on the keys in front of you as you correctly recalled each note in the proper order. Too busy focusing on the next notes, you didn’t notice William’s hand slide from his knee to yours nor did you feel him lift your skirt and slide his hand under.

“William….” you gasped when you felt his finger slide along your slit, causing you to immediately stop playing.

“Keep playing,” he said.

“What if someone…comes in?” you whispered, feeling the heat rise from your core to the apples of your cheeks. 

“They won’t,” he said, giving you a knowing look.

Oh. Oh…

Reminded of what deeds your lover was capable of, you couldn’t deny the small thrill that shot your body, knowing that you were safe here with him. 

Alone.

“Play,” he coaxed, sliding a finger inside you, his other hand playing the notes on the piano. Swallowing a moan, you began to play the piano with William. 

Or, at least you attempted to. 

How is he able to play right now like this? Unable to suppress your sounds any longer, you let out a soft moan. William let out a pleased huff of laughter and teased your clit with his thumb, sending waves of pleasure to course through your body. 

Your hips began to rock against his hand, your walls squeezing William’s fingers. The music stopped playing, replaced instead with your sweet sounds.

“You let out such beautiful sounds when I touch you here,” he praised, inserting another finger inside you. Your moans grew louder as he curled his fingers, reaching your most sensitive areas, the pleasure building inside almost overwhelming.  

Clutching the edges of the bench you were seated upon, you steadied yourself as your body began to tremble. Your eyelids fluttered as your lips parted, the only word slipping from your lips was William’s name as your body succumbed to his touch.

Without a word, he removed his hand from under your skirt, and gathered you in his arms. Breathless and boneless, you pressed your body against his, finding his embrace calming and soothing. He carried you back to your room, and gently laid you down to rest, sleep overtaking your body the moment your head hit your pillow.

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[inkedobsidian]

~ Three's A Crowd - E.P ~

summary: Emily sees to attract some unexpected attention while at the club observing Viper. (4x09)

pairing: Y/N x Emily Prentiss

warnings: dickhead men

word count: 1,422

a/n: Requests are open! Prompt list is there if you guys want extra ideas!

Master-List - Prompts

Even though Emily had definitely dated people worse than Viper that didn't mean she enjoyed the idea of putting on a show to get some information, there was also the fact that he could be the very unsub they were hunting. If she was going, to be honest, she didn't think he was the unsub just based on his intelligence alone, but any information he could give about his tactics would more likely than not help them catch him. Now here she was a tight dress, skinny heels, and, thankfully, a friend. She felt a lot safer that Jordan was allowed to join, but for the plan to work Viper had to see Emily alone before he approached. It took less than 5 minutes for Viper to notice she was there, completely unaware that someone else had noticed her too. Viper took the bait and sauntered over to Emily opening his arms almost like he was presenting himself.

"This is a nice surprise." His voice felt like slug slime to Emily's ears but the smile had to remain on her face long enough for Jordan to return. Viper took some of his drink on his finger and sucked the liquid off, it was a horrible attempt to be seductive.

"Well, the Atlanta P.D. and the FBI and combing all the bars you go to, and it looks like I pulled the short straw," Emily says shrugging her shoulders and keeping her voice high enough that he might take it as she's interested.

"Lucky me, then," Viper says shaking his head and smirking.

"So, why do you do it?" Emily says playing with her hair and making sure she's constantly looking up at him. Viper uses this moment to cock his head to the side studying her language, unaware she's doing it on purpose, "Why do you teach guys how to be someone they're not?"

"Because it's a game," Viper explains shaking his head and trying to shake off Emily's comment as if it didn't offend him, "One I'm good at. And I want to help other guys get good at it too." Emily's gaze had wandered just to the right of Viper. He knew he had to pretend that it didn't bother him to keep her attention.

"So affection, sex, emotional commitment that's all just for fun huh?" Emily knew that was this guy stood for was disgusting with the language he uses but she couldn't pretend like she didn't follow all the magazine guides on 'How to attract a man.'

"No, the fun is in the initial spark. It's that thing a guy does in the first five seconds that makes you go, "him." Viper clicked his fingers as he finished his sentence to give it the extra flair he always added. However, as he did that another body joined the table right next to Emily. It was another woman, one that neither of them knew. She was stunning, and in the first few seconds of her and Emily catching eyes, Emily almost understood what Viper was saying.

"Sorry to interrupt, I just wanted to come to compliment you on your dress!" The mystery woman says placing her hand on Emily's arms and then letting them fall and graze her hips. She took this as a way to face Emily alone and did the face woman commonly do in clubs. The good faithful 'are you ok?' eyebrow raise, subtle yet universally known. Emily did a slow nod letting her eyes close, almost like a cat slowly blinking at you. With that the woman let her body language relax as she settled into a smile.

"Well my name is Y/N L/N, and you are?" Y/N says very obviously facing Emily.

"My name is Viper," It was almost like he was announcing it like he wanted them to notice he was still there considering both of their bodies had turned to face each other. "I must say I love that hairstyle you have! Very different and not one most men would go for but on you, stunning!" Emily knew what he was doing, seeing Reid do the very thing earlier. Emily couldn't guess how Y/N would react to the comment considering she only came over to make sure Emily was safe and now she's being insulted as part of some creeps game.

"Advice on how to attract men is truly the last thing I need so don't stress yourself over it," Y/N said turning her face to talk to Viper but keeping the rest of her body faced towards Emily, then she spun her head back to Emily, "I never got YOUR name"

"Emily, Emily Prentiss." Emily smiled for real for the first time this evening and it felt wonderful, even though she knew it had to end whenever Jordan returned.

"Nice to meet you, Emily." Y/N let her name roll off her tongue almost as if she was hanging on to the last syllable, "Well if you'll both excuse me you know what they say, three's a crowd so if everything is good I'll take my leave." Y/N nodded to both of them letting her gaze settle on Emily for longer. Viper nodded and pulled his lips into a straight line trying to show Y/N that she was getting in the way of something important. As she began to walk away Emily stuck her hand out to grab her arm.

"Before you go," Emily said turning around to grab her purse and pull out her wallet, "Here is my card, you have to message me where you got that dress from, stunning." Emily had never been forward with someone before and frankly, everyone knew when she said 'stunning' she wasn't talking about the dress.

"Oh wow FBI. Well then Agent Prentiss, if you're in town much longer I could take you to the shop myself. See you around." Y/N said smirking when she said, agent. Emily felt some tingle shoot up her spine when she heard it. As Y/N walked away looking at the card Jordan Todd walked back to the table looking between Y/N and Emily confused. Emily decided it best not to mention anything, maybe she would forget and the team wouldn't end up finding out.

She was wrong of course. It was too quiet in the room for her liking, everyone was supposed to be figuring out how the unsub knew Vanessa and how she was his 'Queen Bee' until Emily realized no one in the room was making a sound. Then she looked up at 4 different people staring at her.

"What?" Emily said leaning back in her chair and letting her sentence run on for a moment.

"Anything you want to tell us?" Morgan said leaning forward in his chair. He didn't look stern, almost like he was attempting to hold in a laugh.

"I told you everything Viper told me." She said standing up to grab another cup of coffee.

"Anything ELSE you want to tell us?" Morgan pressed on. At that moment Emily had no idea what he was going on about, it didn't even cross her mind. All she knew was that Morgan, Reid, Rossi, and Penelope (even though she was on a screen her stare felt the strongest hilariously) were pressing for some sort of information. Then Jordan walked in and her gaze shifted between the group and Emily and almost like a light switch Emily knew what she meant. Jordan had let slip to someone about what she saw while standing at the bar.

"There's nothing to tell any of you," Emily said sitting back down at the folder she'd left.

"Oh really?" Rossi said raising an eyebrow, now he wasn't one to normally instigate anything but he couldn't deny how funny he thought the situation was.

"Someone came over to see if I was ok with Viper, she was nice so I gave her my number because I wanted to know where she got her dress from." Emily shrugged her shoulders trying to blow off the whole situation like it was nothing, but she could already feel the heat rising to her cheeks thinking about the whole situation.

"And did she?" Penelope said leaning so close to the camera it was like she was about to crawl through it.

"We've arranged to meet for coffee and she's going to take me to the shop." She used the opportunity to sip her coffee making sure her cheeks were covered. She knew nobody was going to let this go for a long time.

#criminal minds #emily prentiss #emily prentiss x you #emily prentiss x reader #emily prentiss fluff #emily prentiss fic #emily prentiss fanfiction #emily prentiss x y/n

[gojoidyll]

We Meet Again and Again

caelus (male mc) x reincarnated ! xiao ! m ! reader

I died. My time had finally come. I used to think I would be ok with finally having the burden taken from me... however, there are a few that I will always miss. Like Rex Lapis - er - Zhongli. And, of course..., his thoughts drifted to the blonde haired traveler who he adventured with and saved on multiple occasions.

"I probably won't see you, ever again. And that hurts even more so, than any karmic debt. But maybe .. we'll meet again, in a new life. A different life. One where, I would be more free to travel with someone .. like you, and see the stars that you traveled."

"And it shall be done."

His golden hues snapped open to reveal a vast void landscape. His body floating into the nothing. Though, that soon changed as a light engulfed him. Surrounded his entire being and cradled him gently.

"You'll meet them again, in a new life."

And everything suddenly went dark.

17 YEARS LATER

Y/n L/n lived an honest life. He stayed out of trouble, and even helped people in their time of need. He craved for a food called "Almond Tofu" but .. no one ever seemed to know what he was talking about. Even going as far as saying he dreamed of such a dish and calling it imaginary.

But y/n, oh y/n, he knew that the dish existed. It was just in another world. Or, well, another universe. A universe where his past life was. A life where he was called "Xiao."

"Y/n!"

His eyes shifted. His focus on a rather familiar group of people.

"Danheng, March, and...," his voice faltered when he looked to the third person in their party. Gray hair, gold eyes, light colored skin - y/n couldn't help but to take notice of the slight twinge of pain in his heart.

They introduced y/n to the newcomer.  Caelus .. it wasn't a name he was familiar with.

"It's .. nice to meet you. I'm Y/n L/n," he held out his hand to the taller male before him. And the moment that they fitted their palm into his hand, he felt a small spark light up between them despite the fact that they were both wearing gloves.

"Y/n," he said with a smile, as if remembering the name, "it's also nice to meet you."

Once introductions were over, Danheng grabbed y/n's attention once again.

"We're sorry for bothering, by the way, but there was actually a reason we sought you out."

"The reason being?"

"We need your help! Can you please join our party, Y/n?"

March piped up from next to Caelus and y/n couldn't help but to picture the Traveler and Paimon.

"If you really need my help, then .. I'm all yours."

He couldn't help but to soften a little at Caelus' smile.

I died back in Teyvat, and I never got to see the traveler ever again. But maybe, just maybe, there was an off chance that the one standing before me is who I've been missing the most.

"Thank you so much, and .. to get you even more on board," Caelus took out a compartment from his inventory and opened it up to reveal a certain dish that y/n never thought he would see again.

Almond Tofu.

Well, what do you know? I guess we really did meet again.

#hsr #honkai star rail #caelus #caelus x reader #caelus x y/n #caelus x you #hsr caelus #honkai star rail caelus

[beautification-tales]

Getting Fit #2

The gym, usually a place of self-improvement and physical transformation, felt more like a glorified torture chamber to Tara. She huffed and puffed her way through another set of lunges, feeling like a beached whale among the lean, toned bodies that surrounded her. Her overweight frame seemed to radiate a sense of defeat, even as she struggled to keep up with the other patrons. It wasn't as if she didn't want to be healthy; she had tried everything from fad diets to expensive personal trainers, but nothing seemed to work. Just as she was about to give up and head home, she felt a pair of familiar eyes on her. Looking up, she saw Julie, the gym's resident fitness goddess, watching her intently from across the room.

Without missing a beat, Julie walked over to Tara, a reassuring smile on her face. "You're doing great, Tara," she said, her voice steady and confident. "I can see how hard you're working, and I just want to tell you that you're amazing just the way you are. But I also know how it feels to want more" Tara couldn't believe her ears. Julie, the woman who made everyone else look like failures by comparison, was actually being nice to her.

"More?" Tara asked, feeling a bit confused. "You mean... like more than this?" She gestured to her own body, feeling self-conscious under Julie's gaze.

Julie nodded. "Yes, more than just surviving a workout. I know how it feels to be intimidated by the gym, to feel like you'll never be as good as everyone else. I used to struggle here too, you know." She paused, her expression softening. "But I found something that changed me and made me into what I always wanted to be."

She reached into her gym bag and pulled out her phone. "I want to show you something," she said, handing it to Tara. "Take a look at these pictures." Tentatively, Tara flipped through the album, looking at the pictures of a heavier, older-looking Julie. She couldn't believe it was the same woman.

"I used to be overweight too," Julie explained, "and I tried everything to lose weight. I ate healthy, I worked out, I even joined support groups. But nothing seemed to work. Then, one day, I stumbled upon this new supplement called the ‘Transformation.' It was different from anything I had tried before."

She reached into her gym bag and pulled out a small bottle, handing it to Tara. "It's not a miracle cure or anything like that. It's just a natural supplement that helps your body burn fat more efficiently. I started taking it, and within a few weeks, I noticed a difference. My energy levels were up, and I was losing weight faster than ever before."

Tara looked at the bottle, skeptical. "But what about side effects?" she asked. "I've heard those supplements can be dangerous."

Julie smiled reassuringly. "I understand your concern," she said. "But I can promise you, this supplement is different. It's all-natural, and it's been tested extensively. I've been taking it for months now, and I haven't experienced any negative side effects. In fact, it's helped me more than anything else I've tried."

Tara studied Julie's face, searching for any signs of deception, but she couldn't find any. She felt a small spark of hope ignite within her. "Okay," she said slowly, "I'll try it. But if it doesn't work, I'm coming after you." They both laughed, and Julie clapped her on the back.

“Don’t worry you’ll come back… but to say thank you.” Julie said with a smile.

As Tara walked away, feeling a new sense of determination and hope, she couldn't help but notice the interaction between Julie and a man. A sexy bodybuilder, who was practically glowing with confidence, approached Julie and gave her a seductive wink. Julie smiled back, but her expression seemed to soften as she put a hand on the man’s arm. They began to talk in hushed tones, their bodies leaning in closer together.

It was then that Tara realized something: Julie wasn't just powerful in the gym. She was powerful in her relationships too. People gravitated towards her, wanted to be near her. They desired her, confided in her. And maybe, just maybe, that was the real key to transformation - not just physical strength, but confidence as well.

As she walked out of the gym, these thoughts swirling in her head, she couldn't help but feel a twinge of jealousy. She wanted to be like Julie, not just in the gym but in life. She wanted people to see her as she was and still want to be near her. She wanted to feel desired.

With renewed determination, she took the Transformation supplement, following the directions to the letter. But as the day went on, she found herself growing more and more impatient. She wanted results, and she wanted them now. So, when she got home, she decided to take twice the recommended dose.

As she finished putting her workout clothes on she began to feel sick to her stomach. The feeling of nausea quickly disappeared as she felt her body get warm. Tara began to worry that not following the directions would cost her dearly.

Tara gripped her stomach as she begun to hear it gurgle as her back muscles began to spasm involuntarily. She inhaled quickly as she felt the discomfort grow as her arms and thighs began contracting as well. Tara’s eyes widened as she looked at her fingers becoming thinner yet delicate.

She felt her chest tighten as she struggled to breath, the muscles in her back, arms, and thighs bulging out further as her abs tensed. Her vision began to blur as she felt her body growing hotter, the sweat pouring down her face, her back, her chest. Her breathing became more labored, her heart racing as the transformation continued to take hold.

Tara moved her gaze to her arms as they seemed to lengthen a bit and fill with power as her biceps grew. She could feel the same happening in her thighs and back as she felt the tightness of the straps to her sports bra. The contracting sensation subsided as Tara felt the urge to flex her new muscles. She flexed feeling her body fill with power, the feeling was intoxicating. Tara’s mind drifted to Julie and how that man was enthralled by her presence. She thought of having the same effect on everyone.

She moaned as her eyes fluttered as her body continued to fill her with new found pleasure. She began to feel her abs tighten as her fat had melted away. She smiled thinking the transformation was complete. She gasped when she felt a tingle in her chest as her average breasts tightened becoming gravity defying. Tara could already feel her confidence growing as the lion within her was being freed from the chains of circumstance.

“Hmm Yes!” She cried out with a voice that almost seemed foreign to her as it spoke with authority. She began to stand up straight feeling strong and powerful. Finally her butt tightened and raised as it became filled with muscle but also soft.

She walked over to her mirror and admired her reflection. Her skin was glowing, her eyes sparkled, and her hair shone. Her newfound curves were accentuated by the fitted workout gear she wore, making her feel sexy and confident. She flexed her biceps, admiring the definition and strength that had been bestowed upon her. Her stomach tightened as she pulled it in, revealing a set of six-pack abs that would put any fitness model to shame. Her thighs were thick and powerful, yet feminine, and her back arched perfectly, showcasing her V-shaped torso. Her cheeks lost the fat accentuating her cheekbones as she now looked like a stunning fitness model.

Tara could feel the weight of the world lift off her shoulders, and she knew that this transformation was only the beginning. As she walked through the gym, she caught the eyes of every man and woman she passed. They couldn't help but stare at her, admiring her new physique. She felt powerful, desired, and in control. It was as if she was walking on a cloud, floating above the mundane worries of life.

She made her way over to Julie, who was finishing up her workout on the treadmill. Tara approached her with confidence, her chest rising and falling rhythmically, her new muscles flexing with every step. "Hey, Julie," she said, her voice low and seductive. "You're looking great today."

Julie glanced over at Tara, her eyes widening in surprise. "Tara? Is that you?" she asked, slowing the treadmill to a stop. Tara nodded, feeling a surge of power as she stood tall before her former friend. "Yeah, it's me. You were so right, it worked so well."

Julie stepped off the treadmill, her gaze traveling up and down Tara's body. Her expression was a mix of awe and glee. "Oh my god, Tara! You look amazing! I can't believe it! It worked so fast for you."

Tara smiled, feeling a surge of satisfaction course through her. "Yeah, it's incredible. I feel like a new woman. So strong, so confident." She gestured to her body, her biceps flexing slightly. "I feel like I could workout all day."

Julie beamed with pride, she whispered in Tara’s ear. "It makes you wet doesn’t it? Mark has been eyeing you this whole time. Go up to him and tell him you want a private workout. Trust me he will be totally worth it”

Tara bit her lip as she turned around and introduced herself to Mark. Julie watched like a proud teacher as Tara flirted with him. Especially when Tara got on her tiptoes to whisper something in his ear. Mark’s smile disappeared as a serious look of lust washed over his face. He grabbed Tara’s hand as he walked to private washroom with purpose. Tara turned around to Julie and mouthed “thank you”

#transformation #beautification #f2f transformation #breast expansion #origin stories #musclegrowth #makeover #fitness #fit girls

[smilingformoney]

Rickmas 2023: Day 16. Keep Warm | Turpin/Reader

AN: You know the drill by now: based on Sins of the Flesh, lots of manipulation going on here. This is during their marriage so she’s deep in Stockholm Syndrome. Don’t eat dead inside and all that.

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You lay in bed, shivering, wrapped up in as much of the duvet as you could pull around yourself. It was winter, almost Christmas in fact, and you were pregnant with your first child, who was so small inside you the bump was hardly there, but you could feel him move sometimes, reminding you he was there, still growing.

The bedroom door flung open and your husband almost filled the doorframe with his large stature and the thick coat he was wearing.

“What is this I hear about you being cold?” he snapped.

“It’s freezing!” you complained, holding the duvet around you tighter.

“Well, you’ve only got one blanket, of course you’re cold!”

Turpin shook the snow from his coat and began unbuttoning it, slightly clumsily with his hands still gloved. As soon as he was free from the shackles of the coat, he tossed it aside along with his jacket, then pulled off his gloves.

“If you were cold, you should have asked the staff for more blankets. That’s what they’re there for. I don’t want you freezing to death before our child is even born.”

“Sorry, sir,” you said, shrinking into the blankets even more than you already were. “Maybe you could keep me warm?” you suggested meekly.

With the way you were peering out at him from underneath the duvet, which was now pulled up to cover your nose, you were far too adorable for him to stay angry at.

“Silly girl,” he sighed. You unwrapped yourself slightly from the duvet, just enough to give him room to join you. He slipped under the duvet, still fully dressed, and you eagerly scooted over to him, sighing with relief as body heat radiated from him.

“You just came in, how are you so warm?”

“I am a hot-blooded man. It takes more than a little snow to freeze me over, especially when I have my little bunny waiting for me at home.”

You smiled bashfully when he called you his nickname.

“Bunny’s too cold to do much bouncing right now,” you replied. “But maybe teddy bear can warm her up?”

You looked up at him, eyes wide, and he smirked, a familiar flame sparking in his eyes.

“What are you asking for, darling?”

You tucked your chin slightly, still embarrassed to ask for what you wanted, but Turpin pushed your chin up to force you to look at him.

“Tell me,” he said softly.

“Well - maybe - maybe you could just lie on top of me? You can fuck me if you want, but I really just want your weight on me.”

“Mmm, how could I resist such a request from my darling wife?” Turpin purred. He manoeuvred himself to take his waistcoat and cravat off, leaving only the undershirt, and rolled on top of you, being careful not to put too much weight on your stomach. You felt the fabric of his trousers against your legs and giggled.

“Sir, I think this is the longest you’ve been in bed with your trousers on.”

“Mind yourself, slut,” he growled, gently rolling his hips to push his cock against your cunt, and even through both of your clothes you could feel how large it was, even only half-erect. “I need only unbutton these trousers and lift that skirt, and I can be inside you in seconds. You’re not so cold you put knickers on, I hope.”

“Of course not, sir.”

“Good girl.”

You bit your lip, and he smirked, knowing how much you loved it when he praised you.

“Do you know how fucking perfect you are, darling?” Turpin said in hushed tones with something of reverence in his voice. “I’ll keep you warm all winter if you wish me to. We’ll spend Christmas and New Year in this bed, just you and me, fucking and cuddling and sleeping. The servants will bring us food and drink so we don’t have to get out of bed. You’ll never be cold again, my love.”

You let out a small whine, wondering how you could have ever been cold before, as every nerve in your body was on fire, desperate for your husband’s warmth, his love, his desire. His adoration filled you up, warming your very soul from within. He was all you and your unborn baby needed.

You reached between your sandwiched bodies to tug at the fabric on his hips, and he chuckled.

“Are you trying to make me cold, bunny?”

“Want to warm your cock,” you mumbled. “Please, sir, please - need you…”

“Ah, and who am I to deny my pregnant wife her desires? Skirt up, darling.”

He separated his body from yours briefly, causing you to feel a great loss as his weight left you, but as soon as he unbuttoned his trousers and pulled them down to release his cock from within, he was on top of you again, guiding himself inside you.

“Ohh, yes, that’s it - such a warm cunt. Such a good wife, keeping your husband’s cock warm on these cold winter evenings. Let us stay here for this evening, darling. Let the servants serve dinner to us in bed. I have no obligations tonight, do you?”

“Yes, sir.”

He raised an eyebrow. “Oh? And what obligation is that?”

“To serve you, of course, sir.”

“Oh, very clever answer, darling,” Turpin grinned, and you whined when he thrusted inside you suddenly. “Yes, yes, you’ll serve me… that’s your duty as my wife, of course. One you perform so well, so eagerly. I am so very fortunate to have the most dutiful wife in all of London.”

Another thrust, and another whine from you, accompanied by a grunt from him.

“Ohh, yes… my darling wife is so very dutiful to her lord husband, giving me an heir and keeping me warm. Loving me so… very… keenly.” He thrust again, you whined again, and he grunted again. You had asked only for him to keep you warm, but of course he couldn’t resist making love to you once he was inside you, his libido and his desire for you being so very strong. His thrusts were slow, languid, nothing of the usual fast pace he liked to employ. It drove you insane when he was slow, drawing out your pleasure as he dragged his cock along your channel, and he knew perfectly well what he was doing to you.

“Is this what you wanted, bunny? Am I keeping you sufficiently warm?”

“Yes,” you said with a breathy sigh, your arms wrapped around his torso to hold him close. “You’re so good to me, sir, such a loving husband…”

“Mmm… yes, I am such a good husband to you, bunny. I’m so glad you appreciate what I do for you.”

“I do appreciate it, sir… thank you…”

“You’re most welcome, darling. Now, I’m going to use my fingers and I want you to cum all over my cock. You can do that for me, can’t you, darling?”

“Yes!” you begged, the desperation clear in your voice. “Yes, sir, I can cum for you… please, please touch me…”

“As you wish.”

He reached between your bodies, his thumb pressing up against your sweet spot, and you were so aroused by his gentle yet intense lovemaking that you came in less than a minute, your walls squeezing tightly around him just as he wanted. Turpin watched, entranced, as pleasure spread across your face, and as your moans melted away, he began to fuck you harder, faster, desperately chasing his own high, and the sudden change of pace caused another orgasm to crash over you just as he came inside you, warming you up from the inside as his seed coated your core.

“Thank you, sir,” you panted, breathless. “Thank you for keeping me warm.”

Turpin chuckled with satisfaction, his body still pressed against yours, making no move to extract himself from the warm sleeve he was nestled in.

“Any time, darling. Any time.”

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[yo-yo-yeonkai]

TO MY ANGEL, ARE YOU WATCHING? - HUENING KAI - SFW

Kai x reader

Genre: angst

Warning list: big ANGST! major character death, mentions of depression, if you squint your eyes ideas of suicide, mention of : hospital, blood, sickness, not proof read!

Word count: 1,080

Summary: Kai can’t be with you anymore, those chances had long passed, but can he see you and read those letters you send him?

Authors note: This was inspired by a piece I read recently by @mazeinthemoon called [6:27pm], which I highly recommend!!!

Dear Kai,

I’m not sure if you still look down on me, I haven’t felt your presence in so long, it’s been a bit lonely without you here. The house feels empty now, and it’s not like you ever left your room anyway. You stayed burrowed up in there, so I’d have to come join you if I wanted attention. I hope you knew I loved you, it’s too late to tell you now.

I regret it, not telling you whilst you were here, but I’m sure you already knew. The way you’d text me and tell me to come to your room, only for it to be lit up with fairy lights, a fort made in the middle and once we entered the cosiest bed for us to watch movies on. You brought all my favourite snacks, you let me pick the movies, I think you even tried to hold my hand. I’m sorry I got nervous and pulled away, I should’ve just let you hold it whilst you could. Was that a date? To me it was…

I have a new confession now Kai. I haven’t felt this way in such a long time. I did get better since you left, I promise. I’m not sick anymore, but, today I feel it. I feel the way it used to feel.

I don’t feel excited, suddenly everything I’ve ever loved feels bland. As if I took a picture and put a horribly monochrome filter on. My hobbies, are a dull grey, no longer a sparking silver. It doesn’t light up my days, nor does it make me feel like I’m living.

My voice can’t even raise in tone, I’ve tried, it just stays at a continuous monotone. No more inflections as I get excited, no more shouting as I get angry, no, I’m not even sure I felt anything but bland today. Even my emotions are mono, is this even real right now? My face doesn’t lift in a smile, doesn’t frown with disappointment, I have held a straight face for longer than I’d like. I wish you were here to make me smile… you’d probably make that dumb Pokémon noise you always replicated, I’d always whine but you knew I loved it, that’s why it always came flying out of your mouth the second I had a bad day.

Isn’t it weird that people are alive. Like, I’m living my life and you aren’t, you were stolen from me, ripped away too soon, it’s just not fair. Don’t you think? Sometimes I wish it had been the other way around, but I know that’s not possible.

I’ve been better for awhile, I’ve taken care of myself, even tried to go further than just being alive, I tried to LIVE, but I’m not great at that. Ever since i made that mistake at work, my life has consumed me, everything felt overwhelming. Like I was drowning in all the endless pain I left behind me. It came back for me when I least expected it. Can you protect me from it Kai? Can you be my angel?

Who am I kidding… I don’t want you to spend your afterlife worrying about me as well, do what you want to do, live the best you can up there. I’d cry if you thought about me the way I thought about you. In fact, I hope you forgot about me, it would hurt, but I could take it if I knew you were happy.

I used to say that health was a lie… that’s because i get sick with a click of my fingers. Now I mean that both mentally and physically. Our friends must think I chuck myself down the stairs each morning with how much physical pain I come to school with.

“What’s wrong today?”

How did they know I was in pain? Oh yes, that’s right, I’m always in pain. Can I catch a break please…

“I have a terrible pain in my stomach”

Do you remember that I actually had that pain for months and it got so bad sometimes that I missed days and days of school. You took me to the doctors because I hate them, they took my blood, but there was nothing wrong with me that they could find. So I was on medication for awhile, but it didn’t help so I got taken off it. The pain comes back sometimes. The worst bit is when my lecturers ask why I wasn’t in, and I have to explain it’s been the same pain since last month. They must think I’m a liar, I see it in their eyes. You told me I was being dramatic, but I know I wasn’t…

But when you fell sick I suddenly realised that anything I went through was just a silly bug, a little thing that would go away. You… you were suffering, true pain, true agony. I wish I could’ve done something, even ease your pain, but I couldn’t. You wouldn’t even let me stay in the hospital with you like I had wanted to. You told me “Go home, keep it warm so when I get back I won’t be cold”. You died that evening, when I was making your bed, trying to convince myself you’d be home soon. It was a lie I told myself, I knew you wouldn’t be coming home, but I didn’t think it would be so soon.

Do you know what it’s like to have your heart ripped from your chest? I imagine you felt a similar pain as your life was coming to an end, that’s how I felt when the nurse called me. She had plunged her hand into my heart and tugged it out with ease, as if my heart knew it was about to be crushed. I wish you were here to make that stupid noise once again… maybe then I’d stop feeling sick, but you aren’t.

I promise this feeling won’t continue, I’ll stay strong Kai, I know you’d want me to. I’ll even go on a walk tomorrow, and try walk it off. You always told me I should get out more. But you aren’t one to talk are you….

Perhaps I should stop sending you these letters, but how can I… when I can’t let go of you. The second I stop, is the second you truly die, because you’ll be a forgotten star, and you could never be that to me.

,Forever the dumbass roommate that fell in love with you…

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[astrid19202]

The club was dark. But the neon lights flashing against your skin as you danced was prominent as Luke watched you with bright blue eyes. Your head tilted back, eyes closed and your lips parted as you sang along to the music and circled your hips. Your sage skirt wrapped around your thighs and strained against the fabric as your hips moved in small circles making his head spin in a way he never felt before. Your black sheer top exposed the peeking of your breasts to him as you turned your body and ran your fingers through your hair in a delicate manner.

His long legs were stretched out while his muscled arms were crossed, intricate black tattoos following up to his shoulders and parts of his neck. A cigarette hung from his lips as smoke fell from his nose like a bull, his ring clad fingers dug into the cushion of his seat as he saw you move so beautifully and sensual.

You had no care in the world for those around you. You weren’t doing it on purpose and had no idea anyone was watching. More specifically him. Such a feared being, but the most pretty thing you’d ever come to see.

Granted, he thought the same thing about you.

Luke was dangerous. He had all the control and power right in the palm of his hand to get whatever he wanted. And right now all he could think about was you, even as Michael, Ashton and Calum tried to get him to join in on their conversation and usual prospects.

Finally having enough, he chucked his cigarette and stood up to the railing that overlooked the club dance floor.

“Who is that” He pointed towards you causing the boys to strain their necks as they looked down to your dancing figure.

Though he figured they couldn’t possible know who you were, the slight chance being slim. If it had been there, he’d be angry for the fact that he hadn’t had the pleasure of being introduced to you sooner.

“I don’t know but she hot” Michael quirked up earning a smack in the back of the head.

“She’s mine”

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Your hair flung behind your shoulders as your neck tilted back and exposed the skin while you continued to dance.

But your eyes quickly opened as hands faintly planted themselves on your hips and guided you into a tall figure, their hard chest resting against your back and shoulders.

Looking up, your breathe got caught in your throat as wide blue eyes looked back at you with a faint smirk on the man’s lips.

“H-hi” You spoke out, your lips bitting at your bottom lip nervously as you started dancing with the mystery guy to relieve the nervousness in your stomach from the sight of him.

“Hi” He smiled, pressing your further into his chest as his hands ran down your arms and guided them to wrap around his neck smoothly while you both danced.

Normally, you wouldn’t allow a random stranger to dance with you so easily, as you liked to play alone. But he didn’t seem like just anyone.

And this wasn’t just playing.

Luke wasn’t someone to dance or make conversation. If he wanted to fuck a girl all he had to do was say so and she’d be on her knees in a heartbeat. But watching you the entire night and letting the stutter of his heart beat take control, he realized he had it bad for you already.

There was something about you he couldn’t put his baby blue finger on.

Maybe it was that you came to the club by yourself and relished in your own fun. You hadn’t gone to the bar even once, completely sober and aware. Though still unaware of the man’s attention you stole right when you walked into the room.

“You’re a pretty dancer” He spoke into your ear making your confidence spark up, your hips now taking control as they rolled into him making his grip tighten on you.

“Thank you” You turned around, arms still wrapped around his neck your bodies pressed close together.

“What’s your name?” He wondered aloud.

“Lillith”

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It all happens so fast, faster than both your minds could comprehend.

But as you unlocked the door to your apartment, both you and Luke stumbling inside with lips locked, it felt better than anything either of you could imagine.

You whimpered as he placed you against the door, closing it behind you with your back as his hands moved to your legs and up your skirt.

His mouth fell down your neck as your head tilted back, his lips now trailing down to your collarbones and sucking marks like rose petals into your skin.

Even though Luke enjoyed marking, he’d never mark any of his hookups. Especially on the neck. Sure, he’d left hand or fingerprints by accident, but nothing so purposefully intimate.

This didn’t feel like a hookup to him though, for once.

The craving in the pit of his stomach to leave petaling shapes across your skin; neck, collarbones, in between your thighs, was growing.

Kisses trailed lower and lower as his hands pushed your skirt up your hips, his thumbs dipped into the waistband of your panties, but not pulling them down.

His hands kept locked at the sides of your hips as his mouth left kisses between the supple skin of your breasts and his teeth ripping away at the thin mesh fabric of your top.

Your fingers threaded in his hair as your wetness pooled even further with the way he was looking up at you as the fabric was torn.

Hungry.

He sucked and bit at the top of your breasts, before reaching a hand up behind your back where your bra strapped together.

Thinking he’d unclasp it, your chest heaved.

Instead, his perfect nose inhaled the scent of your perfume still fragrant on your skin as he whispered “Bedroom sweetheart”

With a quick point of your finger to the door on the far right of him, you now lied on your back of your plush mattress.

The pad of his thumb was now brushing over your clit through your panties and rubbing making your thighs tremble.

“Please touch me” You begged, your head hanging back as he continued.

“Fuck you sound so good” He grunted as he ripped your panties down your legs and tossed them somewhere behind him.

Typically, he would have teased you until you begged him to stop. But instead, he wanted to hear, see and feel how good he made you feel.

The teasing could happen another time.

His silver rings brushed up your thighs now instead of his lips, leaving you to shiver at the coolness.

He dipped the tip of his two fingers into your wet entrance as you whined quietly.

“That’s it baby, let out those sounds for me” His mouth attached to your clit suddenly, sucking harshly as he pushed his fingers in and out of you.

His other hand lifted your right thigh onto his tattoo covered shoulder, pressing his face into your center with a groan as his cock strained in his pants.

He could cum right now by just the taste of you. He was an absolute goner and it made him feel greedy but he didn’t give a fuck. You were all his and he wasn’t gonna let you or this blissful feeling go. He’s never wanted anyone so badly.

Removing his fingers as you pouted, you quickly recovered from the dismay as he replaced them with his tongue.

He lapped up your juices before diving his tongue in and out, tongue fucking you.

“O-oh god”

Luke spread your legs further apart as he pushed his head further between your thighs with a groan and nibbled at your clit again.

“Tell me you’re mine” His head lifted up to watch you as he stuck his digits back in, motioning them in a way that had you falling into his palm as he smirked.

“I’m yours” You whimpered out, your lips puffy and pouty as he worked you closer and closer to your release.

“That’s it pretty girl, cum for me” He coaxed, allowing his thumb to rub at your clit again as he kissed at your belly. His fingers continued going in and out of you at a pace that made your knees buckle.

“I-I” There it was, your back arched as you cried out, Luke carrying you through your first orgasm as he kissed at your cheeks sweetly.

“C’mere, you okay sweetheart?” Stood back up now, his hands cupped your jaw as he made you look up at him. Luke couldn’t believe it himself with how tender he was being with you, but it felt right.

“Mhmm” You mumbled out.

Feeling dazed in lust, you watched as his tongue ran over his lip ring making you whimper and think about how just moments ago that it had been inside you.

Your own hands took the bottom of your semi ripped top and pulled it off over your head, throwing it to the floor as your shoulders relaxed. You relished at the look on his face.

Luke’s eyes darkened as he took in the sight of your chest, plump breasts peaking above your bra as he groaned and watched the guidance of your hands take it apart.

“Jesus your so beautiful”

Dipping his head down, his mouth attached to your neck again and grasped at your breasts, palming them in his large hands as your back arched.

“Please” You begged, griping at his hair as his head moved lower to lick and suck.

“Please what” He grumbled, pushing his hips into yours to relive the ache in his jeans as he hovered above you.

Maybe he could tease just a little.

His tongue lapped at your breasts, sucking and biting as one of his jean clad thighs began nudging between your legs. The position making your clit brush the material as you whined, beginning to grind against him in a desperate manner.

“Fuck me” You begged, dazed eyes looking into his own as blue eyes darkened.

“Look at you baby, need me that bad?” He teased, watching as you humped at his thigh before sucking harshly at your right nipple and gripped at your neck.

“Yes, yes please fuck me. M’need it”

Before you could comprehend, Luke had managed to have on your stomach with your head laying against your pillows while he kneeled behind you.

His hand spanked down at your ass, leaving a shocking sting to your flesh but nevertheless made you moan out as your fingers gripped the edges of your pillows.

“More” You mewled, loving the feeling it gave as he massaged the sore spot.

“You liked that baby, such a dirty girl huh?”

Grabbing your hips, he dragged you back towards him further, now your knees dug into the mattress while you laid on your stomach.

Again and again his hand smacked down at your ass, the rings on his fingers leaving fresh marks, but you welcomed them with ease as you pushed your ass towards him more.

In this moment, his tattoos were revealed. From his daunting shoulders down to his chest and stomach. His head tilted to the side as he watched your figure whither underneath him with impatience, a few blonde strands dropping above his brows as he smiled.

Having you forever didn’t sound like such a bad thing, especially with the way you were looking right now.

It shouldn’t happen. It’s be a danger to you to be involved someone as himself. But selfishly, apart of him couldn’t bare the idea of not having you around anymore after this. The addiction you gave him, just by the simplest of things, was already too much.

One of Luke’s hands took hold of your hip, pulling you flush into him as his other dragged up your back, gathering your hair in his fist as he pulled making you gasp out as he slid in.

“God damn” He grunted, relishing in the feeling of being inside you.

Feeling impatient, you rolled your hips back, making him hiss before shoving into you roughly.

“Fuck” You whimpered as he began thrusting, his pelvis hitting against your ass in a rough manner as he groaned behind you.

Moans began tumbling from your lips as he pounded into you, your head falling from his grip in your hair as you grasped at the sheets beneath you.

“Being such a good girl for me baby, shit” He groaned, holding onto your hips as he fucked you at a harder pace making your thighs shake.

“Luke!” You cried out, feeling the headboard above you nudge into the wall at the force of his thrust.

The sweet sound of you yelling out his name mixed with the smacking of the headboard spurred him on.

“Oh Fuck”

Only repeated whimpers could leave your lips as your nails dug into the fitted sheets beneath you, the pleasure completely consuming your body and keeping you locked in a spell.

With an attempt to move up the bed, Luke noticed you quickly.

“Uh uh”

The grip he had on your hips tightened as he dragged you back into him, thrusting faster and harsher making you rock back and forth on your knees making you cry out involuntarily. The headboard now smacked into the wall harsher with each dive of his hips.

“That’s it, you asked for it. Fucking take it”

Only your mouth could drop open, a gasp falling out at the roughness, but you loved it.

It wasn’t soft or sweet, it was primal fucking and you didn’t want it any other way.

“please, I-I’m gonna cum” You whined, your head burying back into your pillow as soft panting breaths left your mouth.

“Go on sweetheart, cum for me” He moaned, the thought of you soaking his cock putting a burning feeling in his stomach as dove into you harshly, his own release following soon.

Before you knew it, your orgasm washed over you in a heated wave of fire and sparks. Your eyes falling closed shut as you moaned out loudly, clawing at the bed.

“Fucking hell” Luke grunted, fucking into you for a final time before he pulled out, spanking at your ass harshly and cumming over it.

Both of you panted, the air thick and laced with the aftermath of what’d you just done.

Getting up, Luke walked to the cracked open bathroom door and grabbed a towel.

Back to the bed, he began wiping away at you tenderly before laying next to you. Pulling you into his chest as you settled from satisfaction, you looked down at you realized one thing.

This wasn’t ever gonna stop.

Not if he had a say in it.

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