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jobean12-blog · 10 months

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Perfect Kind of Trouble

Pairing: Bucky Barnes x reader

Word Count: 4,566

Summary: You’re new to the neighborhood and you’ve landed a great job bartending at one of the local spots. So far it’s been a good change and things are going smoothly, that is, until Bucky Barnes, the neighborhood’s most eligible bachelor, walks into your bar and sets his sights on you.

Author’s Note: I love the idea of Bucky chasing after a girl who gives him a run for his money! Hope you enjoy! Thank you all so much for reading! Much love always! ❤️❤️❤️Dividers by the lovely @firefly-graphics thank you Daisy!🥰

Warnings: Lots of fluff, flirting, tension, Bucky might be a bit possessive but in a good way and he definitely goes for what he wants and that’s you, some sass in there, Bucky is protective too :) and Nat is the best wingman ever!

“Oh my god, he’s here.”

You stop drying the glass in your hand and go stiff, side eyeing your friend Nat.

“Who Nat?”

She doesn’t answer and instead slides closer to you, leaning her head toward your ear.

“Bucky Barnes.”

“Who?” you ask again, starting to crane your neck to look.

“Don’t!” she snaps then instantly softens her tone. “Just meet me in the back in two minutes and don’t make it look suspicious.”

You give her a tiny nod and go back to your work on the glasses but you can feel the hairs at the back of your neck stand on end. You can feel his stare.

“Ok. What the hell is up with you?” you ask when you shut the door to the back room.

She’s pacing back and forth and it’s making you nervous but when she meets your eyes you relax slightly at the smile on her face.

“Bucky Barnes,” she repeats.

“Yeah? And? I have no idea who that is!”

“Of course you don’t!” she muses. “You wouldn’t know because you only moved here a few weeks ago.”

“Righttt…so, who is he?”

“Just the perfect man.”

“How do you know?”

“Everyone knows.”

You quirk your brow and cross your arms over your chest.

“Well, everyone who lives in the neighborhood,” she laughs.

“If he’s so perfect I’m sure he’s married with two point five kids, a dog and a house with a white picket fence.”

“There are no white picket fences in Brooklyn babe,” she says. “And you’d think that but he’s been a bachelor for as long as we know him.”

“Then he’s probably a player and an asshole!” you state.

“I mean sure, all the women, and men, talk about how hot he is and how much they want a shot and boy do they try but as far as I know he doesn’t date.”

“I don’t get it,” you say.

“Me neither!” she agrees. “But he hasn’t been at this bar in forever…”

“Maybe he wanted a change of scenery?” you say with a shrug.

“OR MAYBEEEEEEEE,” she starts, her grin growing. “He heard there’s a new girl in town and he’s here to see you!”

“You’re insane! And he sounds like a player to me.” you huff. “I’m going back to work. Come on, you have to point him out to me. I at least want a look.”

“I won’t need to. You’ll know who he is…”

At her wistful tone you roll your eyes, pushing open the door and walking out with determined steps.

When you hit the bar you discreetly scan the seats. You don’t see anyone that stands out, mostly just the usual crew that shows up on a Saturday night for four-dollar drafts.

A customer calls you over and you head in his direction with a smile. You’re just greeting him and taking his order when you feel that familiar heat at your back, your skin tingling.

Once you’ve got the drink order you turn toward the bar only to lock eyes with the most beautiful man you’ve ever seen. It momentarily stops you in your tracks and if it weren’t for Nat lightly bumping your shoulder and whispering, “told ya so,” you would stay rooted to the spot to stare.

Instead you blink several times and look away, trying to remember what drink you’re supposed to make.

When you’ve finished making it you deliver it to the customer and try to take another peek down the bar.

“I’m not taking his drink order,” Nat singsongs when she comes to stand beside you. “That’s all you.”

Your mouth falls open and you give her a glare with narrowed eyes. She just smiles brightly and sashays to the other end of the bar to take another order.

With a huff of annoyance you square your shoulders and turn toward Bucky. As you approach him his eyes light up with his smile.

“Hi, what can I get you?”

He returns your greeting and sticks his hand out.

“I’m James Barnes but you can call me Bucky.”

You wipe your hand on the towel at your side and shake his. The shock of electricity at his touch doesn’t seem to be one sided when you feel the slight squeeze from his hand. You introduce yourself, hoping you don’t come off as confused at his direct attention.

“Apparently you’re rather popular around here?”

It comes out as a question and he chuckles.

“Don’t believe anything you’ve heard,” he says with a wink.

“So what about a drink?” you ask, focusing on doing your job.

He orders and before he can say more you rush off to fix his drink. You drop it off with nothing more than a smile and move toward the next person who calls for your help.

As you’re making your next few drinks you notice Nat chatting with Bucky and you can’t help but wonder what they’re saying.

You move back and forth behind the bar, trying to ignore the feel of Bucky’s eyes, but he finally catches your attention and waves you down.

“Another?” you ask.

“Sure doll, thanks.”

While you’re pouring his drink he tries to keep you engaged.

“So Nat told me you’re new to town?”

“Yeah, moved here at the end of last month.”

“Do you like bartending better here in the city?” he asks.

You look down at the bar and scold with a single name.

“Nat.”

Bucky leans in. “Don’t be mad. She’s just trying to help me out.”

You lean in too, elbows on the bar and your head tilted his way.

“You usually need help? From what I’ve heard you can have your pick of anyone.”

At the slight scrunch of your nose he can tell you’re not saying it with a positive tone.

“Not my style. I’m pickier and right now, I need all the help I can get because I think I’m in real danger of striking out.”

His eyes drop to your lips and when they turn up every so slightly he relaxes.

“What is your type?” you ask. “Maybe I can help you out too.”

He scans you slowly and the proceeds to describe you perfectly, the tension building in the inches between you with his every word.

You steel yourself and lift your chin. “Does that usually work?”

“It’s not a line. Meant every word doll face.”

“Do you use these endearments on all the girls? I bet they love it.”

“Nuh uh,” he answers adamantly.

You nod, looking completely unconvinced.

Nat reappears at your side. “You have no idea how much I hate to interrupt this, but I need three long island iced teas at table four or they’re gonna have a hissy fit.”

You straighten yourself. “Oh sorry! Of course. I’m on it.”

You’re busy for the next forty-five minutes but Bucky never leaves his spot and every time you meet his eyes they are heavy with intention as they follow your every move. You can feel them, the heat singing every inch of your skin.

At least two women have approached him at the bar but they both walked away after a few minutes of mundane conversation and lack of interest on his part.

As much as you hate to admit it you can’t help but steal glances at him too, though you try to keep them quick and subtle.

He’s broad shouldered in the tight tee shirt he’s wearing, his biceps on full display under the stretch of the fabric and his dark hair is loose at his shoulders. His full lips are framed by a dark scruff that also covers his cheeks and is peppered with patches of gray.

Your fingers mindlessly caress the glass you’re holding before you catch yourself and look away.

You drop off another glass of whiskey with a smile and he nurses it, shooting you a cocky half smirk when he catches you staring at him. It’s like the intense silence is some sort of foreplay.

Feeling his gaze along your skin, drinking you in and driving you wild, you do your best to keep up with orders.

When things start to slow down and customers go home, you finally make your way back toward Bucky, drawn to him, despite your best efforts.

“Couldn’t avoid me anymore?”

“I wasn’t really…”

The words taper off at the sharp lift of his eyebrow.

“Sorry,” you mutter.

“Apology accepted,” he smirks. “So, do you have plans when you get off?”

You don’t answer, instead fiddling with his now empty glass. He lays his hand on the bar, his fingers just an inch form yours.

“Are you really gonna ignore my question doll?” he chuckles.

His fingers slide closer and he brushes his thumb over your knuckles, gauging your reaction. You giggle at his second question and his eyes drop to your mouth as he licks his own lips.

You’re almost lost in the bubble but then the world outside comes roaring back into focus when you hear Nat yell “last call.”

“Work…I still have to work.”

His lips part on an exhale but he let’s you go.

You rush around the bar first, clearing glasses and debris before heading over to one of the tables where three guys sit in conversation.

Distracted, you lean over the table, trying not to interrupt them. But the blonde closest to you runs the back of his hand up your arm.

It makes you cringe.

“Hi there,” he says.

“Hey,” you answer coolly, shifting away from him.

One of the blonde’s friend gives you an apologetic look, scolding Rob before he hands you one of the empty glasses that’s far out of reach. You reach for it and as soon as your fingers wrap around it, Rob grabs your hips and yanks you into his lap.

You drop the glass to the floor and it shatters before you push against his chest, loudly yelling, “what the hell?”

Rob starts to speak but you’re suddenly lifted in the air and whirled around then planted gently on your feet behind Bucky’s broad back.

Bucky now has Rob’s tee shirt fisted in one hand as he gets in his face.

The bar goes silent and the next thing you hear is the low growl of Bucky’s order. “Don’t touch.”

Bucky slowly lowers Rob’s feet to the floor, keeping a careful eye on him. His eyes narrow a split second before Rob bellows, “motherfucker!”

The asshole rears back and punches Bucky clean in the jaw.

You gaps in horrified shock, but Bucky grins, his tongue peeking out to test his lip and you can’t help how your eyes linger there.

“You threw the first punch shithead,” Bucky says before winding back and punching Rob in the gut.

All the guys now rush toward their friend, muttering curses at him as they drag him to his feet and eye Bucky warily.

The owner of the bar, and your boss, Barry, comes over and gets in their faces. “Get out and don’t come back!”

They drag their belligerent friend out as quickly as they can, apologizing to you, or maybe Bucky, the whole way.

“What just happened?” you ask, your voice quiet.

Bucky steps close to you, his knuckles brushing over your cheek, light as a feather.

“Are you okay?”

His eyes are filled with emotions. Worry, fury, fear, and tenderness.

“I think so. That was just…crazy.”

Nat wraps her arm around your shoulders comfortingly. “Let’s go get Bucky some ice, ok?”

You glance down at Bucky’s hand, puffy and red.

“Oh no,” you say, gently taking his hand in yours.

He smiles. “It’s fine. Been there, done that.”

You watch him go back and sit at the bar, most of the other customers now cleared out. When you come back out with the ice and ointment your gentle, “you okay?” pulls him from his musings.

“Yeah, no big deal. As long as you’re okay?”

You sit next to him, resting his hand on your thigh and carefully pressing the ice to his knuckles. He stares at his hand on your skin.

“I don’t know if okay is how I would describe how I’m feeling right now…that was…”

Your words trail off when you can’t find a suitable label for the last ten minutes.

“Sexy?” he suggests, deadpan.

Your jaw drops open in offense.

“What? NO!”

He breaks and his lips spread wide in a grin.

You deflate and bump his shoulder, not trying to hide your own smile.

“Seriously though,” you say, shaking your head. “You didn’t have to…why did you do that?”

He looks at you evenly, his voice soft. “Look I’m not some crazy guy who goes around lookin’ to beat people up doll face. But you shouldn’t have to put up with shit like that. I’m sure that wasn’t the first time that piece of shit has pulled a stunt like that, but hopefully next time, he’ll have some decency and sense before laying hands on a woman without an explicit invitation.”

“Well in that case…that’s pretty nice.”

He scoffs with a lopsided smile and his eyes drop to your lips; his hand still pressed to your thigh. His head tilts and he leans in slightly, watching your lips part. He curls his fingers around your thigh but winces at the pull on his knuckles.

You see it and pull back, looking down at his hand.

“Let me get you fixed up.”

Once you have him bandaged up he whispers, “thanks,” still staring at his hand held in yours.

“You ready to go, or do you need to close up first?”

His question is light.

“Go where?”

“Out with me. Ice cream? A walk? Anything you want.”

“It’s the middle of the night. I’m not going anywhere but home.”

“Or we could go to the twenty-four-hour deli on the corner and get ice cream sandwiches then I’ll take you to the roof of my building and we can watch the sunrise.”

Your light touch traces along the calluses on his fingertips.

“Are you usually this friendly to everyone who is new to the neighborhood?” you ask behind a sly smile.

“Not at all doll. Only for you. You’re special.”

Your jaw goes rigid and your eyes narrow. “You can stop whatever game you’re playing.”

You pull back, releasing his hand and starting to put the first aid kit back together.

“What just happened? I’m not playing games,” he says, keeping his voice steady. “But I’m sorry if I said something wrong.”

“It’s fine. I need to go help Nat close up.”

You stand and walk to the door, your head held high. He’s not going to fool you with his sweet words.

The next evening is slow so you spend most of it helping Nat stock the bar and clean. The hours pass by and nothing exciting happens letting your thoughts wander to Bucky. Then, as if on cue, the door opens, and you automatically look over to see who the latest customer is.

Bucky fills the doorway.

Your breath hitches and you can’t look away. He’s more dressed up tonight. A dark button down opened at the collar and dark jeans that are tight across his thick thighs.

You can’t help but think he’s here to meet someone for a date. The jealousy that surges through you is surprising and infuriating. That is, until he walks up to the bar and sits down. Right in front of you.

“Hey, doll.”

“Hey, Bucky.”

“What can I get you?” you start. “Or are you waiting for someone?”

“Yep,” he says, popping the p. “What time’s your break?”

“Oh,” you breath out. “Um…I don’t really get a long one…”

You start to wipe down the bar aimlessly, remaining quiet while you wait. You can feel him watching you, his eyes tracking your every movement.

He calls over Nat and asks, “can I get two of the special for tonight, please?”

He’s speaking to Nat but looking at you, daring you to disagree.

When you stay quiet, the corners of his mouth lift ever so slightly, victory lighting up his eyes.

“If you want to take it to-go for later, that’s fine. But I thought it’d be nice to have dinner together and figured ya wouldn’t want to go out with me after I fucked up last night.”

“So dinner while I’m supposed to be working is a better option?” you shoot back.

He cringes, despite the lack of heat in your accusation then sighs defeatedly.

“I’m trying here. I want to get to know you better. I promise my intentions are good.”

You stare, getting lost in his beautiful eyes before you scan the rest of his face. He seems more vulnerable now and you want to believe him.

Nat comes back with two plates of steaming food and sets them down.

You give in and unwrap the silverware, digging into a bite of baked potato.

“Mmm,” you moan around the taste.

He freezes with his own bite halfway to his mouth, and mutters under his breath. “Are you trying to kill me?”

You fall into easy conversation about what he does for work, how you like living in the city and everything in between.

After you explain why you moved, spilling the truth between bites, he replies with, “I’m glad you picked Brooklyn.”

His fingers slide over yours and the touch is full of heat. His eyes follow the movement and his jaw tightens. He threads his fingers through yours, holding your hand across the bar.

When he meets your eyes, his are hooded and dark. “How about that ice cream tonight with a roof top view doll?”

The ‘yes’ is on the tip of your tongue as your body leans over the bar, but then you remember that you want more than just a fling and even though he said his intentions are good you can’t help but wonder why a guy like him is still single. You’re not looking for a fling.

You untangle your fingers from his, pulling back.

“Thank you, Bucky. Really. But…”

He nods, not letting you finish before he reaches into his back pocket and sets down some cash to cover the dinners.

“See ya soon doll.”

The bar is closed on Mondays but Tuesday has you running beers up and down the bar for game night. Bucky’s back. Same time, same seat.

“You need a break doll? Something to eat?” Bucky asks before he takes a sip of beer.

He sets it down as he waits for your answer, studying you intently.

You grab a French fry from his plate and wave it around before bringing it to your lips. He grins wolfishly, catching your wrist in his hand and before you know what’s happening, he’s snagged the fry from between your fingers with his teeth. His tongue snakes out to the lick the salt from your fingertips, then he chews with a self-satisfied smile.

“I’ll let you have the rest,” he says, holding one up to your lips.

You tentatively lean forward, watching him warily in case he tries to pull it away, then chomp down.

“Just let me know when you want more,” he croons.

You continue to work, constantly aware of Bucky and the way he never takes his eyes off you. You check on him regularly, engaging in some deep conversation even with the little time you have.

As your shift nears its end he calls you over.

“Ice cream and rooftop tonight?” he asks, setting money down on the bar to pay for his food and drinks.

“I can’t tonight.”

He smiles. “No worries doll face. I’ll see you tomorrow.”

The next night comes quickly, your tired feet aching from marching back and forth between the bar and the pool tables since it’s half price games tonight.

It’s getting late, and despite your best efforts, you can’t help but wonder where Bucky is. Maybe the last time you turned him down was the final straw. You feel a deep twinge of disappointment at the idea.

The door opens, and you look over, your eyes filled with hope, but it’s just some random couple.

You’re stomach grumbles and you realize you’ve had dinner with Bucky the last few nights and now that it’s late and he hasn’t shown you haven’t eaten.

Checking that everyone has full glasses you wipe your hands and head for the kitchen, hoping to snag something to eat.

The chef, Suzanne, greets you warmly. You ask her for a bowl of the soup and she hums in agreement, yelling out for Charlie.

A guy you’ve never seen before pops around the corner.

“Hey, I’m Charlie, the sometimes kitchen help,” he explains holding out his hand.

“Nice to meet you Charlie.”

You give him your name and tell him you’re the new bartender.

His face changes instantly, eyes going wide and his brows shooting up to his hairline. He pulls his hand back quickly.

He’s still smiling but he seems guarded all of a sudden.

“You forgot to mention the most important part…Bucky’s girl.”

“What?” you say incredulously. “I’m not Bucky’s girl! We’re just friends. He just stops by for dinner and a drink!”

You know it’s more than that. Charlie nods like he knows it’s more than that.

“Sure, whatever you say. But no offense, I’m gonna take his word for it. I’ve never seen him do anything like this before. It has the whole neighborhood talkin’.”

With that he disappears, only reappearing a few moments later with your soup, then he runs off again.

You inhale the soup, not wanting to leave Nat alone and rush back to the bar to check the drink orders.

Nat slides up next to you. “Those drinks for table six?”

You don’t answer her, instead filling her in on what happened in the kitchen.

“Charlie said I’m ‘Bucky’s girl.’ I’m not his girl. What does that even mean?”

“Aw that’s sweet! He’s never said anything like that before and I would know. Been living here my whole life.”

“No it’s not!”

“I think it’s sorta romantic,” she says wistfully. “He’s all in, claiming you far and wide when you haven’t even realized what’s right in front of your face!”

She punctuates the last words of her sentence as she stares you down.

“What’s right in front of my face?” you ask, unwilling to concede that it might be the tiniest bit sweet…in a cave man sort of way.

“He’s here,” Nat whispers, but it’s more of squeal.

You turn toward the door, your whole face lighting up even though you’re still mad at the claim he made. The door is closed, Bucky no where in sight.

Nat’s finger is suddenly in your face. “That! You want to see him. You like him coming here to see you too. Shit, when was the last time someone made this much of an effort for a date!”

She throws her hands up! “Just go out with the man!”

“You mean have sex with him?” you bite out, not forgetting about her earlier warnings.

“Either or, maybe both! What could it hurt?”

“Me!” you say defensively.

Nat’s expression softens. “I think maybe I gave you the wrong idea about him…” she fumbles. “What I really mean is I think maybe we all had the wrong idea about him.”

“What do you mean?”

She shrugs with a heavy sigh. “Bucky is man. A hot as fuck man,” she teases. “And he does have a reputation…but only because everyone wishes they could get a piece of him. I really don’t remember the last girl he went out with. So either he’s really quiet about it, but if you haven’t noticed in this neighborhood everyone is up everyone else’s ass, or he hasn’t really dated.”

Nat eyes you carefully, curiously.

“Oh shit,” you mumble, laying your face in your hands. “I do want to go out with him, but I’m scared…have you seen him?”

Nat grins. “Oh yes. I have and…”

“He’s gorgeous. Like drop dead gorgeous,” you finish for her.

“Exactly,” she agrees happily, a dreamy look on her face.

You swat at her shoulder, getting her attention and gesturing to yourself.

“What? You look amazing!” she says. “It’s not like he hasn’t seen you at work before.”

“You don’t think is just a thing because I’m the new girl in the neighborhood?”

“Do people do things like that where you’re from?” she asks. “And no!” she finishes, shaking her head.

Just as her words sink in your heart sinks with them.

“Doesn’t matter anyway. I blew it, he’s not here tonight.”

“Yes he is.”

The door opens and when you look over, it’s him.

Finally!

The air charges across the space between you and you know something has changed and when his eyes meet yours it’s almost as if he knows it too. He nods toward the door, silently asking if you’re ready for that date.

“Hey Nat, you think if I ask Barry to let me off early…”

“I swear if he says no I’ll kick him in the balls myself,” Nat screeches.

You rush back to the office and find Barry sitting behind his desk. Your question rushes out and he holds up a hand to stop you before you even finish.

“Go,” is all he says, but the smile he gives you reaches his eyes.

You cross the room to Bucky, his eyes wandering over you with possessive heat and unguarded want.

When you’re standing right in front of him, your toes touching, he asks, “you ready?”

Your lips lift ever so slightly and when his large hand cups your cheek your eyelashes flutter closed. His motions are slow, teasingly so, but he’s giving you time to stop him. He bends down, letting his intentions be quite clear.

He kisses the corner of your mouth then brushes his lips over yours, so lightly, you can feel his breath. You sigh into him and his hands slide over your curves and down to your waist, his grip tightening.

Nat let’s out a cheer, effectively interrupting the moment but you can’t help but smile at her excitement.

Bucky doesn’t let go of you, his hand sliding into yours as he pulls you out the door and onto the street.

“Hey,” he says soothingly.

“Hi,” you say, tucking your chin.

His fingers press under and he lifts your eyes. “You good?”

He waits patiently for you to formulate a reply.

“I just…I’m not sure…what you expect.”

“Anything, doll. I want to know you, spend time with you.”

Dropping his voice lower and bringing his lips to the shell of your ear, he whispers, “kiss you again…for real this time.”

“Oh, okay.”

“Okay,” he agrees, his voice heavy with intention as he takes you in his arms again and drags you into his chest.

Your lips meet, tender and soft at first but as your fingers dance up his arms and grip his biceps, he growls and takes it deeper.

You moan into his mouth, working your hands higher into the hair that brushes his shoulders.

“Fuck,” he groans when he feels you give his hair a little tug.

He pulls back and you chase him for one last kiss which he happily obliges in.

“I promised you ice cream and a roof top sunrise,” he murmurs. “And I keep my promises doll.”

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madiisixx · 8 months

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Could you write a Nikki sixx x reader we’re him and the reader meet at the whiskey and he like falls in love at first sight but gets kinda scared and doesn’t talk so much so she thinks that he is a snob lol and they have kinda of a fight and then he’s just like blurts out Saturday???? And she’s like huh?

"So Saturday?" l Nikki Sixx x Reader

& One night when you were bar tending behind the bar at the Whiskey you notice a mysterious man come in in all leather and wreaked of rock n roll. But there's more to him than you see

AUTHORS NOTE: This is my first time writing in well over 7 months so bare with me! thank you so much for this request! it was fun to write :)

This was not how you envisioned your Friday night working at the Whiskey.

There had been rude customers all day, you've gotten drinks thrown at you multiple times from old men when you didn't bring their drink fast enough, and your boss was being a bitch and made you go change your outfit because the one that you had worn was "too conservative and won't bring in business'"

You had begged to differ when he handed you a new change of clothes. It was the most open top that could pass as a bra far too much to your liking as well as short shorts that rode up every time you bent down to get the alcohol mixtures from behind the bar,

to say you were annoyed was an understatement.

as 12:30 rolled around, the bar became less and less busy which in turn you decided to pour yourself a jack and coke because hell, you deserved it after working for these assholes.

even the strippers got paid more than you.

grabbing the ice and Jack and coke, you poured yourself a glass and knocked it back as it had been water. You winced at the taste and wiped your mouth clean of any residue before turning around and started to wash the glasses that needed to be put away for the night.

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as you had gotten finished with the glasses, your eyes had glanced at the clock and it had measured almost 1:15.

Rolling your eyes at the time, you heard the bell chime at the opening of the bar signaling to you of one's presence,

you turned around and were about to sigh to yourself, before you saw the man sauntering before you.

his eyes were the first thing that you noticed about him, they were so green and enchanting, he looked like his looks could kill.

which to many women, they did.

His hair was tall and jet black just like his leather jacket and leather laced up pants that was too tight but it fit him so you didn't care.

As he approached you, you noticed that he looked oddly familiar but you couldn't quite put your fingers on it.

Putting on your best fake smile and charm, he sat down on the bar stool across from where you were standing and propped himself up on his arms.

you two were sitting in silence for a while that was filled with this tension all around both of you that was so full of lust but neither of you noticed.

Rolling your eyes, you squinted at him. "are you just gonna stare at me or are you going to order something to drink?""

He smirked every so slightly and leaned back on the chair and crossed his arms but made no attempt to talk to you.

"look dude I've been here since 10 am so if you're not gonna order anything i''m gonna head on home since I stayed because I heard you come in".

you kept your gaze on him and wondered if he really wanted a drink or if he just wanted to push your buttons.

little did you know, Nikki was nervous.

he noticed you a while back when the band came here after a gig at the star-wood and he immediately knew that you were the one for him.

normally he wasn't a hopeless romantic because that was Tommy's shit but he felt that it was different to you. That's why he decided to come in as he was already on the strip anyway after hanging out with a couple of his buddies.

he knew that you probably thought he was a snob because he didn't reply when you asked if he wanted a drink, but in reality he was enamored by your beauty.

Deciding to have enough of his antics, you had rolled your eyes at him and turned away to gather your things when you heard him speak up for the first time that night.

"Saturday?"

furrowing your brows, you turned around and looked at him. "What?"

He drummed his fingers against the oak wood on the bar counter and almost looked nervous as he spoke, "Saturday? Are you free?"

You bit your lip and tried to hide your smile. He was asking you out on a date. You couldn't lie that you noticed he was extremely attractive when he walked in.

You pretended to think for a moment and you could tell he was getting nervous because the drumming of his fingers became more consistent.

"yes Saturday I'm free. Why, are you asking me on a date?"

He bit his lip and smiled, giving you a little shrug. "I guess I am. As soon as I see a beautiful girl like you I knew I had to shoot my shot"

Blushing at his words and reaching over the counter to place your hand on his that was drumming, you leaned in close and whispered.

"it's a date Rock star"

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toms-cherry-trees · 2 years

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Don’t Let Her Go || Tommy Shelby x Reader

Summary: Some loves are meant to last more than a lifetime.

Word Count: 1346

Warnings: brief mentions of injuries and violence, non descriptive

Author’s note: In my efforts to come to terms with not all my works being masterpieces, I post this. I literally came up with it while eating lunch, wrote it in less than 2 hours and had about 5 changes of heart on where did I want it to go so it doesn’t have perfect redaction but here ya go, hope you enjoy!

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“I haven’t seen you all day”

“I have been with the children”

Every night, without miss, after the children were laid to bed, they would hold this same conversation. With his wife sat in the same armchair, and Tommy bent over his paperwork, whiskey in front of him and cigarette between his fingers. Never looking up to meet her face.

“You need to start letting them go. They are growing, as much as we don’t like it. Anthony will be eight soon, Rosalie has just turned five, and Daisy’s first birthday is in a week”

“You know I can’t let them go. They are my babies. They will always be my babies, no matter how many months and years pass. And I will always be their mama”

Tommy looked up, not enough to meet his wife’s eyes, but just enough to take a look at her hands. Always folded graciously in her lap, twirling a withering white carnation between her fingers. Tommy felt a shiver travel down his spine, like a single drop of icy water.

“Did you notice that Daisy has finally taken her first steps?”

“I did” He could hear the smile in her voice. “I saw her with the nanny early in the morning, just after I got here. They didn’t know I was looking from the door but I saw them. Dee-dee looked adorable with those pink ribbons in her hair, and seeing her wobble across the nursery almost made me cry. I keep wondering where did my newborn go”

Time marches on, Tommy thought to himself, but he didn’t dare voice his opinions out loud. He knew just how sensible she could become when reminded about the undefeatable pass of time, especially when it came to the children. Every night she lamented about how they couldn’t stay picture perfect babies. And Tom decided to change the subject right before she went down that lane.

“Did you know I made it halfway to the office today before realising I left my glasses here? I had to turn back to fetch them, and then noticed I had forgotten my cap too”

“I did notice when the car had already disappeared from view. I’m sorry I forgot to remind you in the morning, is just that I was-”

“Busy with the children, I understand. They will always come before everything and everyone else” The barely undetectable hint of reproach didn’t go unnoticed to her. Her feet made no noise as she circled the desk and stood behind her husband, her arms snaking around his chest as her chin rested atop his shoulder. Her cold hands chilled his skin, even through the clothing. Everything in her had gone cold, no matter how hard he tried to keep the flame alive. They remained in that position, submerged in unbreachable silence for several minutes, until Tommy pulled away just enough to shake free from her grasp and resume his work. His wife blinked, perplexed at his actions, before sighing and taking seat in front of him once more

“You’ve grown distant” She sounded hurt, the quiver in her voice a clear indicator of her distress

“I have not”

“I know you want me to leave, to get away”

“Never” Tommy spoke so quickly his voice overlapped with hers. Panic immediately bubbled in the pit of his stomach. For the first time that night he dared look her in the face. Lately, tears seemed to be ready to spill from her eyes more often, and her lips seemed stuck in a perpetual grimace, unable to form a complete smile no matter how hard she tried “If it depended on me, you would never have to leave”

“I have to someday, but I don’t know how. I am tied to this house, this land and those who habit it” She lamented herself

“It is your own choice. It is you who talks about leaving and moving on. You are forcing this on us. I never asked you to leave. Not even once. Not even when you only give me crumbs of your affection” His words sounded accusatory, and honestly he wanted them to. He wanted her to know how much her indifference burnt. How she made no effort to bridge the gap between them

“You know I can’t stay, not forever. I do not belong here anymore” The defeat showed clear through her words. At the end they were both fighting a lost cause “Besides, which man wants his ex wife sticking around forever?”

“I do” He stood and banged his fist on the desk, the dry sound echoing in the walls of the study “I want you to stay here. I want you here, forever, In this house, in our bed, in my arms. How is it so hard to understand?” He pinched the bridge of his nose, breathing in and out slowly in a feeble attempt to control his raw emotions “I never wanted you to leave. Nor then, nor now. I can’t do any of this without you. I can’t do shit without you here. I am not meant to function without you”

Tommy dropped his head, chin buried in his chest as he tried to collect his thoughts. Everytime they held this conversation, he ended up losing his temper and burying his sorrow in the laudanum. Almost six months had passed with the same struggle, the same battle with no chance of win. There was no win

He didn’t hear her move, but in a moment she appeared by his side, gently leading him back to his seat, where he slouched, clearly devoid of any energy. She tenderly cradled his head in her bosom, her coarse fingers massaging his scalp. He let himself be soothed, clinging to her clothes with feverish desperation, fingers hooked with such intensity they threatened to tear apart the delicate fabrics. Her scent inundated his nostrils, the musk from her skin mixed with her favourite perfume, and the ever lingering scent of withered flowers.

She pressed her cheek against his head, deepening the embrace. A cold hand traced the outline of his jaw, down the curve of his neck, to finally stop right above his heart

“I know I will forever have a place here” Her whispering words tickled his ear “And I don’t ever want to leave, truly. Even if I could, I wouldn’t. Not as long as my children are here. As long as you are here. My bones belong to this place. For better of worse, this is my forever home”

His arm circled her waist, pulling her as close as the bodies allowed. Tommy could simply pretend that everything was perfect and nothing in his life had gone awry. If he never looked his wife in the eye, he could pretend that the hole in her forehead didn’t exist, and she definitely didn’t have blood trickling down her nose and chin, staining her white nightgown. He could just forget that his enemies waited for him to go to business in London to break into his home in the middle of the night, with his children sleeping upstairs, and dragged his wife out of bed. They forced her into the stables and shot her square in the face, without explanation. No threats, no ransom, no kidnapping to get leverage on him. Simply wishing to make some damage, to bring him down from the bottom up by tearing apart the very foundations of his existence.

But they didn’t consider her resilience and devotion. How could they? How could they imagine that it took more than death to tear her apart from him. No earthly power could defeat their love. Not even the Gods above could separate them both. Screw the “til death do us part”. She would never leave him, and he would never let her go. It didn’t matter that there seemed to be a perpetual veil between them, a veil which they weren’t meant to cross but did so anyway.

He could pretend that he had a most perfect life.

As long as he didn’t look up.

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sheerfreesia007 · 11 months

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Win A Date With A Naval Officer pt. 8

Title: Win A Date With A Naval Officer pt. 8

Fandom: Top Gun Maverick

Pairing: Robert ‘Bob’ Floyd x OFC!

Author: @sheerfreesia007

Words: 4,750

Warnings: Smut, sex, cock warming, dirty talk, cursing

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Bob trudges through the hallway of the aircraft carrier towards the room that they had dedicated to him. The exhaustion has penetrated his bones at this point, he’s lucky to be still upright after the grueling mission that he just finished with his squad. Thankfully it was a successful mission and everyone came home. Striker may be missing part of his pinky finger now but he was still able to come home plus he’d now have a war story for his fallen pinky piece. Rocket was walking ahead of him to his own small room on the carrier when he came to his door he turned and smiled tiredly at Bob.

“You gonna tell your girl you’re home already, or gonna surprise her when we get back to base?” Rocket asked as his hand sluggishly turned the handle on the door. They were all eager to get some sleep so that they’d be able to get through debrief tomorrow morning without falling asleep.

“Gonna surprise her. Got the ring and everything.” Bob mumbled out and Rocket looked at him while his eyes began to widen.

“That’s right! I completely forgot that you’re gonna put a ring on her finger.” Rocket said in muted excitement. “Once she says yes we’ll have to take the two of you out for drinks.” Rocket said while nodding his head before walking into his room. Bob chuckled softly and walked a little further down to the next door. He rested his head on the door and breathed in slowly as his hand came up and slowly turned the doorknob. He was glad to be back home and was excited to get back to Lettie who he knew was waiting with as much patience as she could muster.

Walking into the small room Bob sighs loudly as he sees the ready bed waiting for him. It doesn’t take him long to stumble over and flop down on the mattress. It takes him even less to slip his glasses off and fall into the dark abyss of sleep.

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The next night Bob is sitting in Rocket’s pickup, nearly bouncing in his seat as his front seater drives slowly down Lettie’s street. Bob can see Lettie’s house already and he has half a mind to hop out of the truck and race to her front door. But he manages to stay in the seat as Rocket finally pulls up to her house, just barely. Bob stares at the house and sees that the living room's lights are on and he can see shadows moving behind the curtains. He could make out Lettie’s shadow and saw another slender petite shadow but couldn’t make out if it was Maddie or Charlene.

“Are you gonna go in? Or do I need to call her and spoil your surprise?” Rocket asked teasingly. Bob jolted in surprise at his words before hurriedly getting out of the truck. “Don’t knock her up tonight!” called out Rocket as Bob began walking up the front walkway causing Bob to whirl around in shock at his words. Rocket cackled loudly as he drove his truck away from the house.

Bob walks up to the front door and slips out the house key that Lettie had given to him three months into their relationship. He unlocked and opened the door slowly to give the women time to figure out that he was home and coming in. Just as Bob opened the door the whole way he was shoved back against the door by Lettie herself as she nearly tackled him. The sounds of her sobs were bittersweet to his ears as he dropped his duffle bag to the floor and wrapped his arms around shaking body.

Bob hugs Lettie tightly to his body as he hears and feels her sobbing against him. A sense of relief and comfort consumes him causing Bob to sigh loudly as he rests his head on top of hers. His eyes dart over to the livingroom and spots Maddie smiling with tears welling in her eyes, Bob smiles at her and she grins while nodding her head at him.

“Hey there, Lettie girl.” he says softly and Lettie chuckles softly as she begins to lift her head from his chest. She’s wiping tears from her eyes as she sniffles and chuckles at the same time. “There she is.” Bob teases gently and Lettie and Maddie chuckle happily at his words.

“Sorry, I just saw you and immediately began crying. I’ve missed you so much.” Lettie gushed out and Bob smiled gently down at her while still holding her close.

“I’ve missed you too sweetheart.” he said softly to her and kissed her forehead gently.

“While this is all so lovely. I feel as if I’m intruding. So I’m gonna go. I’m glad you’re back home safe Bob, this one over here hasn’t stopped talking about you since you left.” Maddie said teasingly as she hiked her thumb towards Lettie who rolled her eyes at Maddie. “And Lettie, I love you and I’ll text you later. I know how much you two will be making up for lost time so won’t text for a week.” Maddie said with a wiggle of her eyebrows causing Bob to chuckle and Lettie to gasp out loud. Bob helpfully kept Lettie pressed to his chest while Maddie made her way past the two of them and out of the house with a wave over her shoulder. Bob then looked back down to Lettie who was still wiping away tears from under her eyes.

“You okay?” he asked softly and Lettie chuckled at his question before nodding her head.

“I should be asking you that.” she chastised herself and Bob shook his head before wrapping her up in his arms and pulling her closer. He ducked his head and pressed a kiss to her temple before peppering kisses down her face making her laugh with delight. Bob began to guide Lettie back into the house further before kicking the door shut behind him. He could feel the ring box in his right side pocket and it was burning a hole through his pants.

When he had guided her to stand right in front of her long couch he moved her to arms length before looking at her with a bashful smile on his face. He took a small step back and Lettie furrowed her eyebrows in confusion before her eyes widened while he slowly went down on one knee and pulled out the teal colored fuzzy ring box. Her eyes began to well up with tears as she gasped while staring straight at him. Bob opened the ring box and grinned up at her.

“Lettie Bennett, you are the best thing to walk into my life.” Bob begins to confess and he watches as she takes a little step back while smiling beautifully at him. Her eyes widen then and he watches as her arms flail and she begins to fall backwards. Bob lunges forward and catches her in his arms before the two of them flop onto the couch. “I should’ve said stumbled.” he teases her and Lettie lets out a loud groan as he begins to laugh amused.

“I’m sorry I ruined your proposal.” Lettie said dejectedly and Bob chuckled while shaking his head.

“You didn’t ruin anything, Lettie girl.” he promises her. “In fact it’s probably better that I propose to you like this. Eliminates the chance of any injuries.” he teases and she groans yet again before covering her face with her hands. “Lettie Bennett” he says gently and she peeks out at him from behind her hands while her fingers open up for her to look through. “You are my little klutz and I will always be here to catch you, every time. You’re dynamite in the kitchen and explosive in the bedroom. I am so lucky that you walked into that restaurant almost eleven months ago because every day you’ve made my life ten times better than it ever was before. Will you marry me and be by my side for the rest of our days?”

Lettie let out a loud gasp as she sobbed while nodding her head. She grinned at him as tears coursed down her face in rivers. Bob smiled back at her and leaned up and away from her so that he could take the ring out of the box before slipping it slowly onto her finger. He then pressed a gentle kiss to her finger where the ring sat before lunging forward and capturing her lips with his. Lettie whimpered softly and Bob grunted against her mouth softly.

“Yes, absolutely yes.” Lettie gasped out on any breath she could gather during the kiss and Bob felt a surge of desire course through him. Her body was driving him crazy as his hands slid along every curve that she owned. Every dip and swell of her body his hands mapped out as he laid on top of her with her thighs propped up on his hips. Bob could feel the sexual tension between them growing as he continued to slide his hands along her body, Lettie’s hand even began to map his face. Her hands cupped his face gently pulling him closer to her as they kissed. Her fingertips glided along his temples before sliding around his ears tapping his glasses before hooking under his jaw.

“Bedroom. I wanna fuck you with you wearing only your ring.” Bob growled out low in tone and Lettie keened at his words. She began to rise from her spot on the couch but Bob wrapped his arms around her and stood with her in his arms before walking down the hallway towards her hallway.

“Holy shit, that’s hot.” she gasped out in a sultry whisper as her arms wrapped tightly around his neck and she buried her face in his neck sucking harsh kisses into his skin there.

The trek down her hallway never seemed so long as Bob tried to hurry to her bedroom. He could feel his hard cock brushing against her yoga pants clad ass as he walked and it nearly made him fall to his knees. But he was determined to get her to the bed before he focused solely on getting her underneath him. Lettie found the spot just to the side of his adam’s apple and bit gently before sucking harshly at the skin, Bob’s reaction was almost instantaneous as arousal shot down his spine to his cock and he slammed her into the door jam while grinding up into her covered cunt as a loud moan escaped his throat.

“Fuck Lettie.” he gasped out as she continued to suck while his hips canted upwards into her cunt. “God damn woman!” he cried out in awe as he felt his cock throb and twitch in his pants as his hips moved mindlessly. He had never known that he was sensitive on his neck and for him to be acting like this he knew Lettie was taking notes and would abuse this information. He grunts softly as Lettie nips at his Adam's apple before carrying her over to the bed and dropping unceremoniously on top of it.

He didn’t waste any time as he eagerly gripped the bottom of her yoga pants and began to tug them down her legs. Lettie hurriedly lifted her hips and helped push her pants and underwear down her legs before discarding her shirt over her head. Bob watched distractedly as her shirt fluttered to the floor in slow motion. When Lettie’s foot came up to the side of his face and guided his face back to her he sucked in a sharp breath, there she lay sprawled out on her bed naked for him with only her ring on her finger.

Bob’s desire was ignited once more as he hurriedly shed all of his clothes and tossed his glasses to her bedside table. He instantly was on top of her as he was done and fully naked. Lettie grinned up at him as her hands carded into his hair and her thighs opened up to cradle him close to her heated core. Bob moaned loudly into the kiss as he devoured her hungrily, his hips nestled snug between her thighs and he couldn’t help himself as he slid his hard cock along her outer lips.

“Fuck you’re so wet already.” he husked out to her as he leaned up over her body so he could watch her as he continued to slide his cock along her cunt. He can feel her slick coating his cock as he continues to glide against her and Bob moans loudly when he looks down to see his cock shining. “Fuck me.” he groans out and Lettie chuckles as she watches him.

“That’s the point sweetheart.” she teases him. Bob’s mind snaps and he slides his cock slowly into her cunt causing Lettie gasp and moan as her head flung back on the pillows. Her body arched and contorted underneath him and Bob feels as if she’s trying to buck him off but she moans so prettily for him when his cock fully sits inside of her. “Oh fuck, oh fuck. I’m so full. Your cock is so big.” she gasps out and Bob grunts as he thrusts forward a tiny bit.

“I’m going to fuck you and fill you with my cum. Are you alright with that?” he asks as he tries to keep himself calm enough to hear her consent. Bob’s staring down into her eyes and Lettie is nodding her head hurriedly.

“Please. Fuck me until we can’t go anymore. I want your cum in me, fill me up Lieutenant Floyd.” Lettie husks out in a raspy sultry voice and it breaks Bob’s reserve. His hips slide out smoothly until just the head of his cock is inside her before surging back into her in one fell swoop. Lettie screams as she arcs her back in pleasure, Bob can feel her walls already gripping him tightly as he continues to thrust in and out of her quickly.

“God damn Lettie, you feel like home to me. This pussy is absolutely perfect for me and feels like it was made for my cock.” Bob praises her as he thrusts into her a steady hard pace. Bob looks down at her and can see how mindless him fucking her has made her, she’s thrashing her head from side to side as one of her hands gropes her breast and the other grips the bed sheet underneath her. “That’s right baby girl. Pleasure yourself while I fuck the daylights outta you.” he husks out to her causing her to cry out loudly as her eyes connect with his.

Bob feels as if the two of them are connected are an even more intimate level as he stares into her eyes while fucking her. He can feel his heart swelling and calling out to her as he watches her eyes dilate and take him completely. Their breaths are short and panting as he leans down to capture her lips in a sloppy open mouthed kiss. He groans when her tongue slides along his bottom lip and he joins his tongue with hers.

“Oh yes, yes, yes. Right there Bob. Right there, oh god. It feels so good. So good. I’m gonna cum.” Lettie begins to pant out and Bob groans as he continues at the same pace and same intensity so that he doesn’t disrupt her climb. “Fuck yes. Oh my god!” Lettie cries out and suddenly her walls clamp around him and Bob nearly topples onto her heavily.

Bob’s orgasm is pulled from him as her walls surround his cock and begin to pulse with her intense orgasm. Bob lets his head fall to her clavicle where he begins to lap at her skin as his cock spurts ropes of his cum inside of her greedy cunt. He thinks he blacks out for a moment with the strength of his orgasm as he wakes to find Lettie cooing over her while dragging her fingers through his hair.

“You alright handsome?” she asks with a happy smile on her face. Bob nods his head slowly and licks another stripe along her skin causing Lettie to moan softly. “You’re still hard.” Lettie confesses to him softly and Bob smirks up at her wickedly.

“Oh, did you think we were only going to do this once tonight?” he asked teasingly and Lettie’s eyes widen at his question. “Oh no Lettie girl, I’m gonna keep you all weekend in bed with me. We have so much to celebrate. I might even try to get you pregnant” he teases softly and groans loudly when her walls clench around him at the mention of being pregnant. “Like that huh? Wanna have a baby, Lettie girl?” he asked as he began to thrust shallowly into her full cunt. Lettie moans loudly as her head falls back onto the pillow and he grins while leaning down to capture one of her nipples in his mouth. “I’ll take that as a yes.” he husks out against her nipple before starting once more to get her back up onto that high.

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Lettie’s laying on her back with her left hand raised in the air above her, Bob’s watching as she tilts her hand from side to side the both of them watching as the early morning sunlight catching on the pear shaped emerald and projecting brilliant green light onto her bedroom walls. He smiles proudly as he watches her admire the ring and he knows he did well with his choice. It had taken him weeks to find the perfect ring and the gold band with the clear pear shaped emerald and tiny crown of diamonds fit Lettie perfectly. He felt that the main stone being non traditional spoke about Lettie’s character, she was your normal Southern Belle like her mother wanted her to be but she was still brilliant the way she was like the sturdy emerald on her ring. And she was his Queen no matter how you looked at their relationship, which was encapsulated by the tiny row of diamonds above the emerald in crown fittings.

“It’s absolutely stunning.” she whispered and Bob smiled as he rolled to the side and gathered her in his arms.

“Just like you are to me.” he responded and Lettie grinned bashfully at him before pecking a kiss to his lips. Bob moaned softly as he deepened the kiss hurriedly and began to roll on top of her. “I can’t get enough of you but I’m exhausted.” he groaned out against her skin as ground his semi hard cock into her thigh.

“Wanna try something new?” she asked curiously with a slightly uncertain look on her face. Bob didn’t even hesitate as he nodded his head at her question. “Maddie told me cock warming on one of the nights that she came over and we got a little tipsy.” Lettie began to explain and Bob cut her off with a loud groan.

“I’ve heard about it.” he rasped out and Lettie chuckled softly at his response. “The guys have talked about it before too.” Bob explained and Lettie nodded her head as she smiled softly up at him. “I’m okay with it if you are.”

“I just wanna be close to you. We’ve got a lot to talk about and catch up on.” she said softly and Bob nodded eagerly before reaching down to guide his now hardened cock through her folds. Lettie gasped softly as his cock head nudged against her clit before sliding into her core. “Oh.” she sighed out and Bob felt himself relax as he slid all the way into her, her walls fluttered around him and then relaxed on another breathy sigh from her. It was different that they weren’t going to have sex but Bob loved the intimacy that this action brought him as he wrapped Lettie up in his arms and rolled the two of them to their sides so that they could lay together.

“Tell me sweetheart.” he said softly as he began to gently drag his fingers down her back causing her to shiver and her walls to clench around him slightly for a moment before relaxing once more.

“So you’re engaged to the proud owner of Bayou Baking Company.” Lettie said proudly and Bob grinned at the name of her baking company. He leaned forward and kissed her forehead excitedly before falling back into his spot.

“That’s wonderful! How is it going so far?” he asked curiously.

“Well for the past month now we’ve had a steady flow of customers. Maddie has been helping me with advertisements since she went to college for media. And both her and Charlene will come over and help me package any large orders.” Lettie explained and Bob nodded his head with a wide smile on her face.

“That’s great! Are you happy though?” he asked, wanting to make sure that this was something that she enjoyed.

“Yes, it’s a little daunting still but I think once I’ve got it going for a bit it won’t be as scary or overwhelming. But I’m loving it. I get to bake my creations and new recipes that I’ve been making. It’s all been received really well too so I’m very happy with it all.” Lettie explained to him and Bob nodded his head at her words. “Nora has even been coming over to help me with the designs for the packaging.”

“Your sister Nora?” Bob asked curiously as he looked at her surprised.

“I know I was shocked too. But apparently she’s been fighting with Mom and my other sisters about how they’ve been treating me. She’s really stepped up and defended me whenever she’s invited out with them now.” Lettie explained while nodding her head. “Mom and Vi absolutely hate that Nora isn’t falling in line with them and have been really cruel to her as well since the party. I told her she didn’t have to stand up to them and that I’m fine with not talking to them anymore since all it is just pettiness from them. But she said that she feels guilty for being silent all these years and she’s tired of their petty attitude. I think she wants to cut them off too and just no longer talk to them.” Lettie said and Bob listened to her words quietly as he thought of ways to show his appreciation to Nora for standing up for Lettie. He was happily surprised that Nora had come to Lettie’s aide and knew he would have to show how much he appreciated her effort.

“I’m glad that someone else is on your side in your family. I know you don’t think you deserve it but you do Lettie. You deserve to have a family that loves you and won’t degrade or try to bring you down.” Bob says resolutely as he stares at her. Lettie smiles kindly at him before pecking his lips softly.

“I do have a family who loves me and shows me that every time I meet up with them. It’s not my biological family but it’s my chosen family, you, Maddie, Charlene, your squad, my friend group, my Dad and Nora. That’s the family that I have who will always love me. It’s sad that my Mom and other sisters can’t be kinder but it is what it is, I just choose not to interact with them anymore.” Lettie told him earnestly and Bob smiled softly at her before shifting his body slightly causing the two of them to groan as his cock pulled and pushed back into her.

“Damn right you do.” he said through gritted teeth. “I can see your therapy has been helping, you wouldn’t have been as okay with this as you are before you started.” he said softly and Lettie looked up at him with a wide smile.

“I’m not surprised you noticed but yes. My therapy has been helping me with coming to terms with how my Mom and sisters are. And how I can’t change them but I also don’t have to put up with their horrible behavior.” she said proudly and Bob nodded his head at her words. He leaned forward and wrapped his arms around her and pulled her close while pressing soft kisses to her forehead.

“I am so proud of you. So incredibly proud of you.” he whispered to her and Lettie preened under his praise. “I missed you every day while I was gone. Every day I thought about you and wondered what you were doing. I even dreamt of my homecoming to you and let me tell you. Reality beats out my dreams every time.” he said earnestly causing Lettie to beam at him while tears welled in the corners of her eyes. “There were a few close calls for us but Rocket is a master at his job and I trust him with my life. I know he’ll always get me back home no matter what.” he said gravely and watched as tears fell from her eyes.

“I’m just grateful that you’re all back home safe.” Lettie said softly and Bob nodded his head at her words. The two of them fell into a solemn silence as they tumbled into their own thoughts.

“And now you’re going to be Lettie Floyd.” Bob said almost reverently and Lettie chuckled softly while smiling. “Lettie Floyd is an awfully cute name if I have anything to say about it.” Bob teased her and groaned loudly when he felt her walls clamp down around his cock.

“I can’t help it when all I want to do is take your last name.” she says to him in a sultry voice. Bob groans and thrusts his hips into her making her gasp. “Oh shit, I think you’re even bigger.” she gasps out and Bob chuckles wickedly.

“I don’t want to wait very long to get married. I don’t want to leave you with nothing if I don’t come back from a mission. This last mission opened my eyes up to that.” Bob says softly as he rolls her underneath him and begins to thrust shallowly into her.

“Whatever you want. I’ll do whatever you want. Just don’t stop. Please.” Lettie begs him and Bob leans down towards her, ghosting his lips along her skin.

“You think a month from now we can make it work? Go to the courthouse and get married then have a party a little bit later?” he asked her as his thrusts became harder as his hips snapped into hers.

“Fuck yes! I’ll make it work. Oh God, please!” Lettie cried out loudly as her hands scratched down his back. Bob began to steadily thrust up into her while Lettie gripped his shoulders trying to hang on as her legs wrapped around his waist and her heels dug into his ass. “Oh God, yes! I’m gonna cum. Oh shit, I’m gonna cum.” Lettie began to chant and Bob planted his knees into the bed as he continued thrusting. Lettie arched her back and keened loudly as her walls clamped around his cock and her body shook underneath him. Bob thrust a few more times before burying himself between her thighs and his cock emptied itself into her.

“So in a month I can make you Lettie Floyd?” he asked eagerly and Lettie sighed tiredly as she nodded her head causing him to chuckle at her actions. Bob cuddled Lettie close and slipped the blanket over the two of them wanting to fall asleep with her again.

“Let me get some help from Maddie and Charlene and we’ll get married here, have a little get together. You think we could go visit your family before getting married? I don’t want the wedding the first time I meet them.” Lettie said softly, Bob nodded his head as he began to think of when his next leave was.

“I think since we were deployed we get a little bit of time to ourselves. We can go for a visit then if you’re up for it.” Bob said with uncertainty and Lettie nodded her head eagerly.

“Yes, please. I’d love that!” she said tiredly as she snuggled further into the bed and his arms.

“Good then, it's a plan.” Bob said fondly as the two of them fell back into slumber.

#my writing #wadwano #top gun maverick #robert bob floyd x ofc!#robert bob floyd

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atolua · 2 years

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𖥻 AND THEY WERE ROOMIES ˒ 𝐞𝐭𝐚. spring of 2019

EDITION .. and this is how mingi met his roommate (platonic edition)

FEATURING .. song mingi

CW(S) .. lua’s too cute for this world & mingi calls her lulu because yes

MONA SAYS .. sorry for the lack of updates, i swear i’m getting back into writing for lua!

all mingi needed was a glass of water.

it's his fault, really. after rolling around on his bead, and quietly counting the sheep that jump over his head, did he really expect to feel drowsy? yes, he did.

from what he assumed, he was the only resident who had yet to fall asleep, so being stealthy was the main priority. author is pretty sure that doesn't mean that he has to act like he's auditioning for mission impossible.. but whatever gets him water, she guesses.

perhaps he should be given some credit, since he did successfully make it down the hallway. and he didn't bump into the tv stand, so this is a piece of—

thum.

mingi's attention turns to the sofa. having been so focused on his path, he didn't notice the bundled figure lying there. when he tilts his gaze a little lower, he notices what may have caused the barely audible thud—a stuffed toy sitting on the floor.

ah, it's just san. (that's what he thought.)

temporarily diverting from his mission, mingi carefully pads over to the sofa and picks up the fallen plushie. he decides to try and wedge it back into its owner's arms, until he has another realization: this isn't san.

this sleeping beauty's a bit shorter, and their facial features are softer. it can't be him. and he's right, it's not san. actually, this is none other than yuehua.

okay, now mingi is a little confused. as far as he was aware, the company had given his relatively new teammate her own bedroom. so why is she here, sleeping on the couch? even more, how is she sleeping so comfortably when her blanket is a thin shield from the cold atmosphere?

forget his original mission, he now had to make sure this sleeping beauty rests properly.

he decided to gently shake her shoulder until she roused from her sleep, enough for her to realize someone was trying to wake her up.

“is it morning already?”

“no,” he kneels down so they were eye to eye. “though, you do need to return to your bed so you can rest better.”

“but i like it here. it's where i can easily fall asleep, knowing that i'm close to you guys.”

whether she meant to admit that aloud or not, mingi didn't know. what he did know he was admired his elder even more than before. yuehua rarely spoke up about her wishes, especially if it seemed burdensome. so she laid them in the depths of her mind, and carried on like they had never been there.

mingi gently takes a locket of her silver hair and twirls it around his finger. he has to think—what can he do for yuehua? he wants to get her to a place where she can stay warm while replenishing her energy; she wants to be in a reachable distance with him and the other members. both of them have their own wish, so how do they meet in the middle?

an amazing idea formulates in his head.

“lulu,” he waits for her hum before continuing, “come sleep in my room. i've got an extra bed there, and no roommate to occupy it.”

“really?” yuehua asks, the drowsiness tinting her tone with a subtle shade of huskiness.

he nods and stands up, gesturing for her to follow him. without much more thought, she did as shown, and ends up falling face first onto the bed that had been promised. needless to say, she was back in the dreamland with no effort required.

on the other hand, mingi shuffles back into his bed and pulls his duvet to his chin, fully expecting to play another round of roly poly or count the stars in the milky way. plot twist: he shuts his eyes and swiftly drifts off into a peaceful slumber.

it's funny, the way mingi thought all he needed was a glass of water. instead, he returned to his room with a lovely human bean who doubled as an amazing roommate.

getting out of bed was so worth it.

❑ TAGLIST .. @stealanity

#୫ ⋄ … aumin ˖ better an oops than a what if #ateez scenarios #ateez imagines #ateez blurbs #ateez timestamps #ateez 9th member #ateez oc #ateez addition #kpop oc #kpop addition #kpop scenarios #kpop imagines #kpop blurbs #kpop timestamps #ateez female member #ateez additional member #kpop female member #kpop additional member #idol oc

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you-bloody-shank · 1 year

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Matt Murdock x teen reader (platonic)

authors note: This isn’t a full story or anything, just something I thought of and wanted to write. Maybe I’ll turn it into something more. Anyway, enjoy this tiny blurb of writing.

warnings: suicide, numbness.

*favorite song starts playing*

I stop. My eyes widen. I falter for a minute. What am I doing? Who am I becoming? What’s the goal? Am I too far gone? I have to keep going. What if this is what I am meant to do? I should continue. There’s no going back. I’ve made up my mind. I look at him. His pleading eyes beg for me to come back to them. He begs for the girl he used to know to come back. I haven’t seen that girl in a while. I don’t think I can go back to being her. Why am I thinking about this? I have a job to do. I have to stay focused. Do this and we can be done for good. “Y/N please. This isn’t you” Matt says. I can tell he’s hesitant about his words because he thinks the wrong ones could set me off. The funny thing is, I don’t know wether he is right or not. I gotta be honest, I don’t really know what I am doing. But I’ll never let them know that. I’ll do this and I’ll never have to answer to anyone again. The pressure, the pain, it will all be gone, I just have to do it. “You don’t know me” his face doesn’t change. He still has hope that I can be saved, but is he right? Can they fix this? Can they fix me? “You can’t change this. You can’t change me”. “Hey, let’s just figure this out okay? We can do that, together” says Jessica. Jess. My chosen aunt. Oh the fun times we had together. I would almost feel bad except I don’t feel anything. No emotion whatsoever. I am numb to my environment and to myself. It would be a shit load of work trying to put myself back together. This is easier. And I’m so tired. I don’t know what to do. But I know what must be done. Right? My eyes go back and forth looking for an answer. I can feel myself slowly breaking. Can they see it too? I can’t go back, I won’t. They can’t make me. I’m not her anymore. She’s not me and she never was. I try to decide what to do. “Y/N?” Matt’s soft voice fills the room. I don’t notice that he has slowly stepped closer to me. I only notice that my mind is racing but my eyes remain dry. My vision goes blurry. I have to do this. I will not remain the same. I have to choose. But do I? Stop trying to confuse me. I’ve made up my mind, there’s no changing it. “Y/N/N?” I look at him one last time. I hope he knows I’m sorry. I never meant for it to happen this way. Come to think of it, I don’t know how it got this bad. All I know is I want out. I need out. No going back. “I’m sorry” I raise the gun up to my chin, squeeze my eyes shut, and pull the trigger.

I wake up in a white room with beeping sounds in the air. I slowly open my eyes and observe the environment. I see the tv on but it is so quiet that only someone with super hearing would be able to pick it up. Fitting, I think as I look to my left and see him asleep against the arm rest of the chair. His red glasses drooping from having his fist against the side of his forehead. On the other side of the room is Jess. She’s laying down on the couch, her arm draped over her eyes. I wonder how long they have been here. How long we have been here. I forgot that I was here too, oddly. What do I do with myself? What am I going to do when they wake up? Wait, how am I not dead? I don’t get to think of an answer to this question because my racing mind didn’t register the fact that my heart was racing too. A detail that could only be picked up by Matt himself. He wakes with a start. Fuck. So much for being discreet. He looks over at me. My breath hitches. Thank God he can tell that I have absolutely no idea what to say. That I can’t even come up with any sort of excuse, no quick little lie, no defense; nothing. What is he going to say? What is he going to do? How do I survive not only with the uncertainty of this interaction but also not knowing what is going to happen next. All of this unanswered questions, and I get the best answer I could in this moment. He sits on the edge of my hospital bed and pulls me close. All he does is hugs me tight. No words. But we don’t need words. I don’t know how or why he doesn’t question me, but he doesn’t. He’s just there. He always has been. Even when I haven’t been for myself. And that, for now, is good enough for me.

#matt murdock #family

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cinebration · 2 years

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Say My Fuckin’ Name (Alfie Solomons x Reader) [Request]

Saw requests are open! Could you write one with Alfie Solomons where he tries to hide his feelings for the reader, his secretary, seeing his men flirt with her? Sometimes I feel like he'll rather be shot than admit his jealousy—Requested by anon

Warnings: none

Gif Source: michaelgreys

“That’s enough, Ollie.”

Alfie’s voice silenced the entire bakery. Ollie, unsure of his transgression, blinked helplessly at you, then back at his boss.

“Fuck off.”

On firmer ground with that, Ollie scurried off to find something to do.

You turned to Alfie with an appalled expression. “What was that for?”

“He’s got better things to do than bother you.”

“He wasn’t bothering me.”

Alfie made a popping sound with his mouth. “The fact remains that he’s got better things to do, eh? Get back to work.”

You followed him into his office, swinging the door shut behind you. He glanced up in surprise, unaware you had stormed after him.

“Talk.”

He blinked. “If I’m not mistaken, I’m the one giving orders ’round here.”

“And as your secretary, it’s my job to tell you when you’re getting out of line.”

“Is it, now?”

You brushed past the dangerous edge in his voice. You could sense the amusement under it. Half a year of working for the man had taught you how to distinguish between genuine displeasure and the façade of anger he projected to keep his friends and enemies guessing.

“Yes. The men won’t continue to bear up under this treatment much longer.”

“They’re paid to.”

“It doesn’t matter if they’re paid to. They can go find someplace else to work.”

“No, they really can’t. Not with what I’m paying them and how I protect them.”

“Then maybe you should stop screaming at them over nothing.”

“Over nothing?”

“Yes! Or at least explain what’s stuck in your craw.”

Alfie scratched at his beard. “It does no good for the men to be fraternizing with you.”

“Oh, I see.”

He stilled. “Do you?”

“So it’s my fault, then? Maybe it’s your fault for hiring me!”

You would have stormed out on that note, but you needed his signature for the stack of papers in your arms. You slapped them down on the desk.

He didn’t reach for them. He sat unmoving in his seat, staring at you with those intense eyes. Unlike the other secretaries he had interviewed, you were the only one that hadn’t flinched away when meeting his gaze. Few men could withstand his stare, and those that did, like Thomas Shelby, were nearly as formidable as him.

Only one woman in his life could say the same.

You sighed explosively. “Just sign the papers, Mr. Solomons.”

“No.”

“No?”

“You come in here like you own this office and challenge my authority to my face, and you dare to call me ‘Mr. Solomons’?”

You frowned. “Pardon me?”

“It’s Alfie,” he said, rising from his seat, hands pressing flat against his desk blotter, “and if you’re going to be raising your voice at me again, love, you better fuckin’ call me by it.”

Your blood roared in your ears, drowning out your thoughts. “I…”

His stare burned through you. “Say it.”

“What?”

“Say my fuckin’ name.”

You swallowed around the stone in your throat. “Alfie.”

He grunted and sunk back into his chair, releasing you from his stare. Plucking up a pen from his desk, he signed the papers and slid them back to you.

Gathering them up to your chest, you retreated to your desk outside his office. The buzz of the bakery was muted, the men walking on eggshells. They had for the past month after Alfie had begun berating them over, as you mentioned, nothing.

Your mind churned as you settled in your seat, slowly piecing things together.

Bloody hell, you thought, casting a glance at Alfie’s downturned head through the glass of his office window, he’s jealous.

Alfie Solomons is jealous.

Which means he’s in love with me.

Your newfound knowledge sat with you the remainder of the day, turning it over in your mind. It called for action.

You stayed after the men went home, as was your normal routine, and knocked on the door.

“Come in,” Alfie called from inside.

Stepping through, you shut the door. Steeling yourself, you turned to him.

“What?” he asked, noting your hands were empty of the usual files you brought to him at the end of the workday.

“I’m not done yelling at you.” Your voice was surprisingly level.

He leaned back in his chair, laced his hands across his belly. “What for now?”

“You can’t just raise your voice at me,” you began, slowly coming around his desk, “without telling me that you’re jealous of your men.”

“What fuckin’ nonsense is that?”

You stopped beside his chair, leaned back to rest against the edge of his desk. “Maybe you wouldn’t have to be—jealous that is—if you had the bollocks to admit what you want.”

A dark shadow passed over his face.

“Alfie,” you added for good measure.

“You’re talking too much,” he growled.

“What will you do about that?”

He yanked you down hard into his lap. You landed with a muffled yelp, unprepared for it.

“Too fuckin’ much,” he said.

His lips bruised yours. Your hands clutched at his vest, keeping him anchored where you needed him as his hands gripped your hips with a possessiveness you hadn’t expected. He was barely restrained passion, already panting from the merest physical contact with you.

“Mr. Solomons,” you breathed against him.

“Alfie,” he snapped. “You’ll call me that from now on, love.”

He leaned forward to kiss you again, but you pushed against his chest, keeping your distance. He growled with displeasure.

“Admit it.”

“Admit what?”

“That you were jealous.”

He shook his head, making a harsh sound in his throat.

You gripped his chin, forcing him to look back at you. The glint in his eye was by turns dangerous and excited by the action.

“Admit it,” you repeated.

“I will do no such thing, woman.”

“Oh? Well.” You stood, pulling yourself off his lap before he could react. Heading for the door, you called over your shoulder, “Then I guess we’re back to ‘Mr. Solomons.’”

Gathering your things, you made your way down the long corridor to the front exit of the bakery. The closer you drew near to the exit, the more your confidence deteriorated. Had you read him wrong?

The office door slammed shut, rattling in its frame. Alfie’s lumbering footsteps followed after you.

You grinned. No, you had read him absolutely right. He would be admitting all kinds of things by the end of the night, you were sure. You would make him.

#Alfie Solomons x Reader #Alfie Solomons #Alfie Solomons imagine #Tom Hardy x Reader #Tom Hardy #Tom Hardy imagine #Peaky Blinders #requests

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soft4gguk · 3 years

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to build a home | chapter eleven

Pairing: Jungkook x reader. ceo!jk + dilf!jk x nanny!oc

Genre: strangers to lovers. angst. fluff. smut.

Word count: 14.5k

Warnings: oof. it’s angsty – the dreaded conversation with the parents. but then so soft. but then angsty (?). masturbation (ggukie self love, ggukie self care). oral (m & f ). unprotected sex (don’t – this is fiction). cum play. soft dom koo. there’s some water action in this and i don’t necessarily recommend bc u don’t want to mix sex with chlorine – jungkook is just a fancy person with a salt water cleaning system in his ceo, hotel owner, fancy person pool. i think that’s it.

Author’s note: thank you for waiting for this one. it’s long but i really like it – probably one of my fav chapters i’ve ever written so i hope you enjoy it just as much as i enjoyed writing it. i love u guys – thank u again x <3

This is a work of fiction. Please respect the members and their privacy. x

Chapter Eleven

Sleep escapes him like wakefulness comes with news. Jungkook can’t quite decipher if the pang in his chest signals good or bad but the discomfort of not knowing is enough to bring him to his feet and out of the warmth that falls upon his bed.

It’s five a.m. and he got a total of four hours of sleep throughout the night – having had to stay up ‘til late last night sorting paperwork and signing contract after contract. He still had a stack waiting for him to tend to that he’d discarded after his eyes called white flag on him, making him pay up for his bad habit of not wearing his prescription glasses. The same headache he’d gone to bed with greets him the moment he pushes the creamy blinds to the sides, welcoming in the early stages of the summer sun into his bedroom.

“Shit,” he rubs at his temples, grateful for the extra hour Soori sleeps for on the weekends. He still has two to spare and suddenly, he’s not feeling so grateful. He looks over at his empty bed – far too big and lacking body warmth, cold already as its lost his. He wishes you were tangled in his sheets, peaceful features as you dream, honey skin casting the lights and shadows that creep through the window. He saw you yesterday yet he misses you. He misses a life with you he’s never had and yearns for words he’s never told you.

He daydreams. Too awake to do anything about how much he wants to crawl back to bed, close his eyes and think of you. Of your voice and your hands – both soft and gentle as they ignite his senses. You’re not a morning person but you’re never in a bad mood first thing in the A.M. – quite the opposite, if Jungkook’s honest. He’s convinced that the moment you step foot inside his house to begin your day of work, your aura takes on its every corner. And by the time he greets you, your liveliness is in the air, making everything better. He can’t think of the last time he dreaded mornings. The thought of you alone repaired this one.

He makes his way to the bathroom, brushing his teeth in silence as he does a one over on the reflection in the mirror that stares back at him. He smiles, semi-unknowingly, shaking his head at the effect you have on him despite the absence of your physical presence. But he can feel you. He can feel you and he doesn’t even have to try hard, just a simple dive down memory lane that dates back to last Wednesday, your body flush to his as you rode him. The skirt of your dress pulled up as one of his arms wrapped around your waist, aiding the motion of your hips, the other bracing the two of you on his office chair. You both kept quiet, the soft moans he emitted from you for his ears only as your face found comfort in the crook of his neck, the vibrato of his grunts right against your lips – teeth sinking into the flesh as you came all around his cock, legs shaking and whimpers airy.

He wanted to tell you then – his secret. He felt a fool for keeping it and he wasn’t quite sure whether it was the high he was riding, his own climax escalating quickly, or simply the need to let you know, but it was dangerously close to passing his lips. Burning in the tip of his tongue as your body grew limp in his hold. He was a faint breath away from telling you and perhaps he would’ve. But you were quicker – the words coming back up, not even making it past hesitation, as you got up, knees promptly sinking to the floor before you took him in your mouth. You were a sight to behold, chest and cheeks flushed from arousal, hair a mess, mouth glistening with saliva and the remnants of your orgasm combined with his own that neared at a rapid pace. When his eyes won the fight and he’d snap them shut, head thrown back in pleasure, he’d thought of this same sight a couple of months ago. Slow.

He came with a loud groan, tight grip on your hair as you swallowed every last string of hot cum, milking him until those desperate little hisses were leaving his pretty lips.

He pants, chest heaving in sync with each push and pull of his wrist, hand tightly gripped around his cock – hard and heavy in his palm as he takes himself places with the thought of you plaguing his mind and body. Thick water droplets fall from his dark hair past his line of vision, free hand leaning against the cool marble walls that make up his shower. His reddened tip swollen and angry, a moan escaping his lips as he brushes his thumb over his slit – not nearly enough, bordering on torturous as he teases himself. The tout muscles on his back tense up at the feeling and he has to shut his eyes closed as to collect himself and steady his rhythm, not wanting to blow his load too quickly – needing more time to think of you. To imagine it’s your hand instead of his. Or your mouth. Your tight cunt wrapped around his fat cock as he holds you, cheek pressed flush to the cold tiles as he takes you from behind. He whimpers at the filthy visuals, the soft sound lilting at the end before it turns into a groan as he begins to grow feral.

“Shit.”

His palm grazes his tip once again before it circles around it, wrist twisting down, head to shaft in determined motions, upping his pace and completely surrendering to the feeling. He wants to cum with you embellished in his mind, feel so fucking good and unapologetically let his body want you the way it does right now.

When the feeling is overwhelming enough, he turns around absentmindedly – his back hitting the shower wall, head following as his moans and heavy breaths engulf the space, a loud echo signalling his high. The hand that isn’t pumping frantically at his cock travels down, finding his balls and rolling them in his palms, tugging a bit at the heaviness. He draws his bitten-red bottom lip between his teeth, sinking them hard enough so he’s wincing – both in pleasure and pain.

“Oh my God,” his voice is a breathy cry as his body tenses, pace slowing and movements becoming more languid.

Two, three, four strokes and he’s coming hard, cock pulsing in his palm as hot spurts of his release shoot in rhythmic strings before they hit the floor. He squeezes his tip, milking every last drop but also basking in the brief pleasure the oversensitivity brings him.

“Fuck, baby.” He’s delirious, mind full of you and body not near close to being satisfied.

Lust and love are dangerous things, desire branching into need and growing roots so stubborn.

He wants you.

You wake up before the soft tune of your alarm clock can do the job. It’s odd, how well-rested you feel considering you stayed up the grand majority of the night writing. It just came to you – the inspiration. The need to put thoughts to words, pen to paper and just write. A tale of two lovers that where constricted by the asphyxiating parallels of a world that felt too big yet in reality consisted of a small town. In the story, it almost felt like the two characters were imposing their adversities upon themselves – at times in a comical way, even. A bridge of meaningless things that seemed far too long of a stretch to cross for someone, yet in the end, they did it almost unconsciously.

It wasn’t very common of your craft to write fiction. But then again, perhaps it wasn’t. Perhaps the story you’d written in dreamy prose was simply a reflection of the doings of your own heart, now divided, having crossed that same bridge your fictitious characters had.

At times, your words felt jailed. Trapped in a cell with a steel lock, from the outside looking in a world of feelings that would pass you – their evident sign of the times, all that changes due to emotions well coaxed. All you could do was watch, little to no say regarding the way that with each passing moment, you fell more and more in love with Jungkook. With his daughter, and with every single instance that was well lived enough to turn into a memory. You couldn’t write, you could only watch. Watch the way your thoughts always led you back to him. The way your day involuntarily began and ended with him, even if not in his physical presence. The way your heart became used to him, deciphered his quirks and taste in just about anything. The different ring his voice would take depending on the situation and demeanour, the glint in his eyes reserved for the people he loved, the way he drank his coffee differently in the mornings and afternoons.

Sugar in the mornings, no sugar after noon.

You tried to turn your feelings into words that rhymed in fear that you would forget. But despite being unable to, forgetting seemed like the last thing on your mind. If anything, every day presented itself with deeper roots – branching out to moments, feelings, faces, words. Single ones reserved solely for his smile and all the power it held over you. How it could disarm you in a matter of seconds and convince yourself that the world was in the palm of your hands, ready to hand over to him. Like a superpower – yours to heal, to mend everything and anything that dared come between you and him.

Jungkook pulled out of you a strength you never knew you possessed. A patience beyond your short years and the type of love you spent said years writing about.

No words would ever do him justice. A word count you could never reach.

Getting out of bed, you walk over to your small desk. Your leather journal wide open, its ivory pages full of ink, doodles and scratchings. Your creative process well documented as words left you and distraction found you, so on and so forth. You run your hands through it, finger skimming through the sentences.

Just why is it so difficult? To surrender to that one thing that has her convinced this is the first summer without rain this beat up town has seen since her mother was her age. Why is it hard to break? The walls so high up between them, yet their voices so loud she can hear his words clearly despite the distance between them. Aura dreamt of him every night. Her mind running restless circles upon the thought of him. She didn’t know this at the moment but, thought wasn’t thought anymore. In the dim light of a heart abandoned, it had nourished. Blossomed into something that threatened to break in light. Thought had turned into feeling.

He reminded her of the color purple-

There’s a knock on her door.

On your door.

“Come in, Lu.”

Lucy’s head pops up, trapped between the wooden door and its frame. “Hi,” she says sweetly.

“Good morning, lover.”

“What are you doing up so early? Didn’t even hear Elton.”

You shrug. “Woke up and couldn’t fall back asleep.”

“Your light was on when I came back last night, but it was so quiet I thought perhaps you’d fallen asleep with it on. Didn’t want to bother you.” Lucy makes herself comfortable in your bed, body falling limp against your comfy pillows as she nuzzles her face into them. It makes you smile.

You should give Aura a best friend.

“I was up writing,” you grab a hold of your journal, bringing it up to show her and then frowning slightly at the realization you have a total of three pages left on it.

Lucy giggles when she notices. “You’re like my gram who insists on communicating through letters even though she has a perfectly working phone.”

You smile. “Hey, don’t give me ideas.”

“Seriously, ___, You’d write so much faster if you just used your computer.”

“I don’t want to write faster.”

“More ideas captured per second.” Lucy argues.

“The right ones always stick.” You defend and with that she drops it, laughing softly at your rejection of technology. It takes away from your creative process – feels impersonal even.

“Hey, do you have hiking shoes?”

You look over at her, genuinely bewildered. “I have, like, two pairs of Converse in the same color.”

Lucy throws herself back, landing in your pillows with a grunt. “Ugh!”

“Why do you need hiking shoes anyways?”

“Because- Jimin wants me to go hiking with him and his parents. This is the second time I politely deny. I have to go but… I own, like, two pairs of Converse and a pair of Birkenstocks.”

You laugh loudly and she narrows her eyes at you, her own laughter threatening to leave her. “I oftentimes forget your boyfriend’s hikes-on-a-Saturday type of rich.”

“What does that make your boyfriend?” She says and your gaze travels down, a faint chuckle passing your lips but Lucy can tell she said something that triggered uncertainty inside of you. Not of Jungkook – never that. But where you stood with him.

“Take the Converse. I’ve walked this whole city in Converse – what’s a hike, really?” Your smile is soft, Lucy mimicking it and she looks at you with understanding. Her tender eyes comforting you without the need for words.

Aura needs a best friend.

“Come, I’ll make us coffee.”

Living in the, metaphorical yet realistically, heartbeat of the city has its perks. Most your favorite things are at a walking distance – cafes with overpriced coffee you shouldn’t be spending money on, thrift shops full of wonders courtesy of the generous yet absentminded donations from your rich neighbours whenever they spring clean and that sense that you’re never truly alone. This last one also starts the list of cons.

It’s expensive and the need to make the most out of living through your young years in a bustling city has your savings in a dreaded state. There’s no in-between when it comes to real state and you’re pretty sure your and Lucy’s pet rat is back. Calling it a pet makes the fear of encountering again more malleable. And then there’s that thing that you can’t quite figure out if you love or you hate. The rush of it all, the crowded streets and city life. Always having something to do – so much so that what you lack is time.

It’s both a pro and a con. A pro because life never stops happening. It doesn’t stop for anybody here. Nothing is thrilling news for long and faces slip away alongside whatever called attention to them in the beginning. It’s freeing in a way. it’s a con for that same reason. Life doesn’t slow down for anybody – selfish in a way. Reminding you that you’re just a nameless star in a galaxy of planets and constellations. It makes you feel both in company and alone. The great paradox of your youth.

Today the city makes you feel small. The buildings too tall and streets loud despite the time. It makes you feel lost even though you’ve walked these roads countless of times, taken these same turns and landed in the same destination over and time again.

Your phone buzzes in your hand, heartbeat faltering when it’s his name on your screen.

And paradoxically enough, the grandness makes you feel comforted when you’re reminded you share it with him.

“Jungkook,”

It’s an odd way to answer the phone. Odd at least for you who always greets him with soft hello’s and good morning’s. It makes him laugh a little before he’s saying, “hi, baby.”

“Good morning,” and there you are.

He smiles. “What are you doing after book club?”

You look down in the direction of your tote bag that rests a little heavy on your shoulder, your almost full journal sparking your memory.

“I need to get a new journal so, going shopping, I guess.”

“Let’s. Soori and I will take you to lunch and then we can go journal hunting.”

“I’d love that.”

“We’re having breakfast at my parent’s but I’ll pick you up at noon?”

You smile. “Okay.”

And just like that, the city is not so lonely after all.

Soori has only been one for a short week that passed both her and Jungkook like lightning. He’d been busy working and from the looks of it, she’d been busy growing because now that he has all the time in the world to just look at her, he can see it.

Her chubby fists hold tightly to her grandma’s fingers as she half walks, half jumps – small feet wiggling at the sensation of the wet grass beneath her. She yelps in excitement as they walk faster, chasing after Oreo – his family dog.

“Ah, I see me in your eyes.” His father’s voice breaks him out of his trance, the softness his tone holds surprising him slightly. He sounds nostalgic and if Jungkook wasn’t so enthralled by his daughter, he’d be suspicious.

“Why’s that?”

“You’re looking at her the same way I’ve looked at you – in that where’d the time go? way”

Jungkook turns to his father. “You’ve looked at me in a,” he pauses, a chuckle passing his lips, “where’d all the time go? way?”

He doesn’t entertain the snarky tilt his question takes on. “Plenty of times.”

Jungkook does something he hadn’t done since he was a little boy – before he knew his dad better than to think he’d bend for him. “Which times?”

His father laughs. “I wasn’t there when you said your first words, or took your first steps for the matter. One day I came home and your mother was throwing a fit because she found you halfway up the stairs all by yourself. I got scared, too, naturally. Tried to discipline you – you said, ‘okay, dad.’ You were very eloquent, even back then. A trace you got from me. That was the first time.”

Jungkook rolls his eyes but he can’t help the small smile that forms on his lips. “Okay, dad.”

His father looks at him and Jungkook sees it, too – that loving tenderness his eyes find in Soori. “When you graduated from college, those years passed us by. You were away for four years – one day we were dropping you off, the other picking you up. Columbia of all places. We felt very proud.”

“Oh,” is all Jungkook can muster at his words.

“Seeing you take over The West End. Sit where I sat for so many years with such stance. Doing our family name good.” He only nods at his father’s words, tight lipped smile and eyes soft, letting him known these words mean more than he can find ways to express. “Seeing you step up as a father…”

At this, Jungkook turns to him.

“What you did wasn’t easy, son.”

“Taking care of my daughter?”

“No. Taking care of your daughter amidst losing the foundation that formed her.”

His father’s complex words to explain an already complex situation make Jungkook grow tense.

“The foundation?”

“Her mother.”

“I know what you meant. It just humoured me.”

“Nothing’s funny, Jungkook.”

“You don’t have to tell me that.”

“It was painful for us, too. Your mother was devastated.”

Something about his parents claiming his suffering as their own makes Jungkook feel incredibly selfish. It doesn’t make sense, the way he’s reacting to something he, too, would experience as a parent – yet something doesn’t feel right. Something in his father’s words put him on high alert, that pang in his chest he felt this morning starting to ache once again.

“Well, it was a shitty situation, I guess.” He hopes his nonchalance will make the conversation die down.

“I asked myself that question.”

“What question?” He’s growing irritated.

“Where’d all the time go?”

He scoffs. “Ira left and all of a sudden you felt nostalgic?”

“I felt your pain.”

“Respectfully, it doesn’t help. Knowing this doesn’t help. Especially now.”

His father ignores his silent plea to drop the subject. “We saw you in pain and it dawned upon us – that you were a father. A parent. That you were alone. That life had taken an unexpected turn. And that for the first time in your short life, we couldn’t do anything to stop your suffering.”

He just stares at him, dumbfoundedly.

“We couldn’t stop your suffering but we eased it.”

“Right,” his voice is weak.

“No more suffering, Jungkook.”

Jungkook looks into his father’s eyes, trying to grasp his words. To comprehend just why he’s saying these things to him. Heart-to-hearts never signalled anything good in this house.

“We can’t stop your suffering but we can ease it. But, son, you’re diving yourself headfirst into a black hole and we won’t be able to pull you back from it.”

“What does that even mean, dad?” Jungkook sounds more tired than he does exasperated – genuinely confused by his father’s words.

“Whatever whirl-winded romance you found yourself in with ___, it must stop.”

His dad is not of the unpredictable kind. He’s firm and stoic – dives straight to the point. So, when Jungkook says he’s surprised, it’s an understatement.

“Excuse me?” His face laces shock, the hurt that’s threatening to creep in fighting fist to fist with anger on who’ll take lead.

“You might not realize it yet, but you are hurting your family. You are hurting Soori.”

The thought of Soori being hurt by anything that stands in not only his power but yours sounds about impossible to Jungkook. Anger wins.

He scoffs in disbelief. “Respectfully, dad, how does this concern you, again? I’m lost.”

“We are your family. Ira left – that leaves you with us. You are back to your foundation. The West End is your family.”

“What does that have to do with ___?” He sounds collected but he’s growing more frantic with each passing second – he just doesn’t want to give him the pleasure of seeing him break.

“She’s your nanny. I don’t think I need to elaborate further on why your little rendezvous with your twenty-three-year-old nanny is damaging to not only your family but your company.”

“Exactly. My family. My company. I decide how I fuck it up.”

His father stands up, the screeching from the chair dragging against the floor painful to his ears and loud enough for both his mother and Soori to wince from a distance.

“No. My family. Your company on paper but that’s my blood, sweat and tears in there. You’re my blood, sweat and tears and I’ll be damned if I let you throw it all away because of some void you’re trying to fill just because she found you at your weakest. Ira has done enough of that with you and look at all the pain it brought into this family.”

Jungkook stands up, once again at eye level with him.

“What do you know?”

His father is silent.

“What do you know about my pain? Our pain,” he looks over at his daughter. “What do you know about ___? What do you even know about Ira? About her pain? You think that just because you saw me shed a couple of tears you get to have a say in how I decide to live my life? Your blood, sweat and tears revolved around money from the very beginning, dad. Don’t compare them to mine. Don’t compare me to you.”

“You think all it takes to be the man your daughter needs you to be lays in this moment?”

“Don’t tell me what my daughter needs.”

One last look at his father – his challenging gaze, willing to go for more – and Jungkook turns around, walking in the direction of his daughter that rests in his mother’s arms. She smiles when she sees him, absentmindedly playing with her grandma’s pearls.

“Hi, baby,” he says, opening his palms in her direction. She falls into his arms with a loud giggle – oblivious of the tension the moment holds. It soothes him, her peace of mind.

“Jungkook,” his mother starts, eyes fallen and concern evident in her features.

“Say bye-bye to grandma, princess.” His eyes don’t meet his mother’s.

Soori waves her tiny hand at her, smiling. She smiles back at her tenderly before she looks at her son once again, trying to find his eyes. “Don’t go.”

“Mom, it’s better if I go.”

“He just wants the best for you. We just want the best for you. There’s been so much pain-”

“Enough with that, mom. It just sounds like a lame excuse to tell me that you want to have a say in how I live my life.”

“Jungkook, you’re being reckless.” Her demeanour grows stern.

“Reckless?”

“Yes. Reckless. You’re simply adding fire to how reckless these past couple of months have been. The mother of your child left – you know how hard it was to clean that mess up? The cloud of speculations?”

He pauses for a second, his dad’s words echoing inside his brain. “That’s what dad meant. Easing the pain. That’s what he meant…”

“It was dreadful. To kill all the articles, the word on the streets… to stop them from talking so it was easier for you to navigate through your loss.”

“I never asked you to do that.”

“You’re not alone in this world, Jungkook. We are a family. You hold the family name. It’s the infamous domino effect that would’ve followed after your daughter her whole life. And perhaps after her, too.”

“This on-going narrative about doing this in the name of family- it couldn’t stray further away from what I want from mine.”

His mother is quiet, eyes pensative and sad. It’s when he’s about to turn around that her words catch up with her.

“No more suffering, Jungkook. I mean it.”

Her words are not ones of reassurance, a menacing tone to them. He keeps walking.

You’re coloring with Dae, sitting funny in one of the tiny kid’s chairs that surround the equally tiny table. Crayons and markers all sprawled around as you help him fill in the lines of an Iron Man printable. He’s enthusiastic – telling you all about how uncle Ggukie watched them with him for the very first time and even took him to the movies to see the most recent one. It makes you go soft all over, to see how loved by Jungkook he is. You also don’t ignore the warm, fuzzy feeling you get when Dae speaks so openly and comfortably to you about Jungkook, having grown used to seeing you around, and even close, to him.

It makes you wonder how you got here. How it went from the awkwardness and the feeling of being so alienated not only from Jungkook but his world in general. Now it almost feels as if you guys shared the same circle, floating comfortably through what nobody speaks but everybody knows.

After Soori’s party a week ago it’d been evident to his friends that you two had crossed the line between nanny and employer. It made you nervous at first – not really knowing how to navigate it and feeling as if you had to measure your every movement, not really wanting to overstep. But they’d been nothing but welcoming and kind. You could get used to this, you thought. Having Lucy in said group of friends as she was, to no one’s surprise, more than inserted in it. Everyone enjoyed her company and they could all see just how smitten their friend was for her.

Lucy and Jimin’s love was complex but in all the right ways. Everything else was very simple. You admired that. Dare you say, you craved it.

You hear Mai’s footsteps approaching, looking up and smiling at her as she takes you and her son in. She’s grown fond of you, at times in disbelief that, in a way, she contributed to all the goodness that you’ve brought into her best friend’s life. It’s so evident, the goodness. Everyone noticed it – more so, everyone felt it. It was a collective sigh of relief almost, when Jungkook started living again. Taehyung had called it something that had impacted Mai massively, like a shot straight to the heart. He’d said, “Ggukie came home.”

Mai had started crying. Her feelings a mix of happiness and nostalgia so strong they almost felt uncontrollable. That was the first time she’d suspected, the idea very faint, almost impossible to her. But a week later the idea became a realization and later on, two minutes to be exact, it was a fact.

She’d ran to Tae – bolted almost. So early in the morning her bedroom casted the dimmest of lights and it took him around three times of her saying I’m pregnant for it to register inside his brain.

Everything was coming home.

“Hey, Dae. Look who’s here,” your voice is soft and his little eyes look up at you before they’re turning in the direction of his mother’s, her sight igniting a loud gasp out of him. He runs to her and Mai crouches down, arms open to welcome him.

“How was he today?” She asks.

“Wonderful, as per.”

“Ugh. My good boy.” She kisses him – two times in each plump cheek, before she’s standing back up. “Go get your things, baby.” Dae runs back to the table, collecting all his art supplies alongside the half-finished Iron Man painting.

“How are you?” You ask her.

Mai smiles, biting her tongue to keep in the secret she would announce to the world right away if she could. “I’m good. All good.” Her smile makes you smile. “How ‘bout you? How’s my Soo Soo?”

You let out a sigh, looking up at the ceiling. “She’s so close to walking. But she fell the other day whilst standing and that killed her spirit a bit. We felt like we want back, like, three steps.”

Mai brings her hands to her chest, clutching it. “I wouldn’t worry too much. Missy’s mighty. Give her a week.”

“That exact amount of time would fit perfectly around Jungkook’s schedule.”

Mai throws her head back in laughter, recognizing your words all too well herself. “I swear to God. Men think babies come with a timer.”

“I know. I ride several near heart attacks daily whenever she gets remotely close to taking one step.”

Mai smiles, shaking her head at the memory of what it’s like raising a toddler – excited she gets to do it all over again.

Dae comes to stand between the two of you. He looks at his mom for a couple of seconds before Mai is letting out an, ‘Oh, yeah,’ retrieving something from her bag. A small red envelope that he then passes over to you.

“Will you come to my birthday party, Miss ___?”

You take out the birthday invitation, all the details laid out, adorned with none other than Iron Man decorations.

You get down on one knee, coming face to face with Dae, who sports a sweet and expectant smile on his little face. “It’d be my pleasure, buddy. Will Iron Man be there?”

He giggles, shyly looking down at the ground, intwining his fingers together. “Uncle Ggukie said he might.”

You smile, looking at him then up at Mai who rolls her eyes playfully. “Then I’m sure he will. Uncle Ggukie knows a lot of important people…”

At this he looks back up at you, bright glint in his eyes as his whole face lights up in excitement, fist in the air as he exclaims, “Yes!”

“See you Saturday? Here and, at the party.” Mai tells you.

“Totally. Thank you,” you say, waving the envelope in your hand.

“Please, you were top of the list. Even before Iron Man himself.”

Her words make you feel something you can’t quite describe. Familiarity perhaps.

Whatever it is, you welcome it.

“Pancakes? Or waffles?” Soori stares at you, a now toothy smile on her face, almost as if trying to decipher what she’s being offered. “Both?” She giggles. “Both.”

Jungkook’s footsteps falter for a second when he hears the music. He comes to a full stop and leans his head to the side slightly, as if that would help him hear better. It’s not necessarily loud but he can clearly make up the chords to,

Fly! Fly me to the Moon

And let me play amongst the stars

He gets closer. Close enough to lean his head on the doorway, the music filling his ears fully as he takes the sight before him. He chuckles when he first sees it – Soori in your arms, one of her hands holding onto you for dear life as you spin her around. Her other one snuggly closed around yours as you waltz around the kitchen with her.

Let me see

Oh, I wanna see what spring is like

On Jupiter

On Jupiter and Mars

You sing, face expressive enough to pull giggles out of her as her big, round eyes follow your every movement. Her giggles turn into that sweet baby laugh that’s muffled by the music but nonetheless, Jungkook can hear it. He can hear when he sees the way her shoulders shake as her laughter turns more into screeching.

In other words, hold my hand

In other words, darling, I love you

Your eyes close, singing directly at her this time. Your face mocks seriousness all of a sudden and she mimics it, eyes looking for yours, slightly confused. It lasts about a second before you’re smacking your lips against her cheeks, a loud smooch that travels to her neck as she breaks into another fit of giggles as your kisses tickle her.

Fill

Fill my heart with song

I want to sing to you darling,

Forevermore, baby

Jungkook enters the kitchen, a big wide smile on his face. As you spin around once more, the sight of him startles you.

“Oh shi-”

Soori screeches even louder at the sight of her father, little arms outstretching at him. He laughs, walking closer to the two of you before taking her in his arms, a loud kiss placed on the same cheek you’d kissed a minute before.

“Well, you two certainly know how to put on a show.”

You roll your eyes, smile on your face. “We were just excited about lunch time.”

“I love that song.”

“Me too!” You jump in place a little, making Jungkook chuckle.

I love that song, ___.

And I love the way you sing along to it with my daughter in your arms.

I love the way your dress flares up in an almost dreamy way whenever you spin her around in your arms.

I love the way you’ve turned my kitchen into something out of a movie scene.

I love the way this is the first time in months this place is filled with song.

I love you.

“What’s for lunch, ladies?” He kisses Soori’s plump cheeks once again before he’s pecking your lips.

“Waffles,” Jungkook frowns in confusion. “Oh, and pancakes!”

The memories strip him of reality so abruptly, the drive to the library breezes him by. If he wasn’t a responsible driver and his daughter wasn’t in the car, he’d be convinced he zoned out entirely throughout the journey. But it wasn’t quite the case. He was aware – more than, even. His father’s voice echoing inside his brain the whole time, so loud he didn’t even notice Soori had passed out in the backseat. He’d turn off the music that played in the stereo, leaving himself all alone with his thoughts. It was heavy, the silence that filled the car. Uncomfortable even.

He felt sixteen again. That rebellious teen that swore he was too much of his own person to pay mind to his father’s ways. He always had an opinion and Jungkook had to learn to dismiss them – if not verbally then mentally, a practice he’d mastered well in his twenty-eight years of life.

He was good at it – paying no mind. Being so rooted in himself he didn’t let his parents’ values affect him that much. In the end, he knew that he was different from them. Thought differently, acted differently – wanted to be different. But Jungkook was only human, and at times, his humanly ways found him weak. And right in those moments, his father’s words would sneak up on him like poison ivy. It would start as a thought, an open question that tried to test his own rationality. It drove him insane; so much so at times his thoughts would mimic his father’s words in his own voice, morphing reality and all that he knew about himself.

He knew it was normal. Sixteen-year-old Jungkook, as rebellious as he was, just wanted love from the people that he loved the most. He wanted approval, as much of his own person as he was, he wanted that comfort.

Yet when he started asking himself questions and his mental train took on his father’s words in his own voice, he couldn’t stop going back to you. You and all the moments that, in a way, led him here.

It was you and Soori in his kitchen that took a grip on his heart. Her excited baby noises and your dreamy eyes looking down at her – as if she held all the goodness in her shiny ones. It soothed him at first and he found comfort in it; in how sure he was of you. In how much he couldn’t deny the fact that he loved you- that he loves you.

But then the sky turned grey in perfect sync with the uncertainty that began to fog Jungkook’s mind. It was very punctuated, making itself present there – nowhere near his heart. Just his mind. It wouldn’t even put up a fight with the latter, making itself a home out of his dad’s venomous words and just feeding into them.

No more suffering, Jungkook it would tell him, too.

No more suffering, Jungkook.

Soori fuzzes as he unbuckles the restraints that keep her safe in the car seat. She frowns at him, displeased at being disturbed from her deep sleep and the soothing motion of the running car.

“You can’t sleep forever, baby.” She kicks some in place, as if refuting his statement and he chuckles. “Would be nice though, huh?”

Once she’s free and back in his arms he kisses her cheeks, wiping away some of the drool that accumulated on the corner of her pouty mouth. She fidgets, burying her face on his shoulder with a whine. He rocks her from side to side, hand on her back running soothing circles around it to ease her back into wakefulness. He feels her get heavier in his arms so he gets walking as to not give her the opportunity to fall back into her previous slumber.

“Come on, Soo Soo. You’re gonna wanna be up.”

Jungkook walks inside the library, already familiar with the cozy atmosphere and distribution of the spaces. He walks inside the colourful nook where book club is held, his eyes meeting yours immediately.

“Hey,” your voice is soft and your smile warm, ever so welcoming.

Soori hears you and snaps her head in your direction so quickly it takes Jungkook by surprise. She’s awake all of a sudden, and when you smile at her, greeting her with an even softer voice, she lets out a little shriek.

Jungkook laughs. “She was in a foul mood 30 seconds ago.”

“She could never.” You say, never taking your eyes from her as you walk towards them and extend your arms. She falls right into them without a second guess, her chubby ones wrapping around your neck in a hug. That’s certainly new. Your eyes go wide in shock, face pouty in endearment. “Oh, that’s so nice, Soo. Thank you, baby. You’re so cuddly.”

Soori giggles as you swing her back and forth, embracing her back. Jungkook smiles as he takes in the sight before him, incredulous as to how anyone could ever think you were nothing but his daughter’s prime example of love and affection. At that moment, he was convinced she’d picked up on most ways of showing it through you.

“Hey,” he says, his voice calm even though he’s evidently tense. You could tell the moment you saw him, but you don’t nudge.

“How was breakfast with the grandparents?”

He stays quiet for a minute, as if figuring out what to say. “It was fine.” His answer is curt and his voice has an edge to it – his eyes a perfect mirror of all that his words won’t say. He senses the way your face contorts in confusion, absentmindedly taking a step back. He takes a step towards you, leaning down and capturing your lips in his in a brief but sweet kiss. “How was book club?”

Your eyes are still closed as you dreamily smile up at him and he feels his heart start to crack – one single hit that doesn’t even dent, yet begins to quietly shatter with as much as a gust of air. Your pretty eyes hold his and it breaks painfully now. “So good. They’re so smart, you’ve no idea. They get downright political during discussion time. Feel slightly guilty that I have to send them home like that.” He laughs at your recount, shaking his head, thinking how amazing you are. “Oh, and Dae invited me to his birthday party.”

“You better not miss it. Streets are saying Iron Man himself will be attending.” You disarm him – his whole aura lighter in a matter of seconds.

You laugh, nose scrunching and eyes squeezing shut at his words. “Wouldn’t miss it for the world.”

“You hungry?”

“Starving.”

“Want pizza?” Your eyes light up and Soori’s head turns to her dad, equally as excited. He narrows his eyes at her, a playful smile adorning his lips. “I’ll take that as a yes.”

“Yaaaaay,” you say, mostly at her, as you bounce her up and down in your arms. She instinctively claps her little hands together in excitement.

With the help of Jungkook, the lively space is tidy in no time and the three of you make your way out – the loud city hustle a contrast from the serene silence the library holds. It comforts him in a way, having his mind focused on the pedestrian noise that embraces the streets.

A quick pit-stop by his car that’s parked in front of the library to grab Soori’s stroller and off you go, walking through the busy streets and making your way to the restaurant that’s just around the corner. It’s a short walk and you don’t notice you’re both in total silence until Soori looks up at you, almost confused.

“You can tell it’s Summer,” you initiate conversation comfortably and even though it takes him a second too long to catch your drift he nods in agreement.

“This part of town is packed all year long, though.”

“That’s true…” You ponder.

“I used to live not too far from here.”

“I know exactly where.”

He chuckles. “How so?”

“You lived in those fancy black and white buildings by 36th.”

Jungkook’s eyes widen in genuine shock. “How did you know?”

Your eyes land on him, narrowing briefly before you’re laughing. “I didn’t assume you’d be my neighbour by any chance.”

He’s laughing, too. “Pfft. I can give you a tour of all the places around this area that offer suspicious low prizes for low-notch tequila shots.”

You stop in place, mouth parted in shock, half playfully, half honestly. “No, you can’t.”

“Yes, I can.”

“Scandal? Down that little corridor? The place where you have to go down like, 80 steps on a steep set of stairs?”

“That would be it.”

“I don’t believe you.”

Jungkook laughs, a small pout forming at his pretty lips. “Why? Have you met my friends? Which of them gives you wouldn’t-be-caught-dead-paying-$2-for-a-shot?”

“You.” You blurt out, making him gasp. “You are the friend that gives me wouldn’t-be-caught-dead-paying-$2-for-a-shot.”

He snickers, index and middle finger pointing at himself. “Me? Oh, baby. Goes to show… I haven’t given you the best of me.” You know he’s only playing but his voice lowers an octave and it sends the root of a certain feeling to swarm your senses.

“You always give me the best of you.” Your voice is dreamy, dark eyelashes fluttering his way as your eyes shine for him.

All he can do is melt at your words, at your stare and your features. He leans down, locking your lips in his in a kiss he’d wish would last longer – completely tangled in a cloud of muted bliss, senses far from being aware of his surroundings. The passers-by, the stares, what they must be thinking. A young couple, a cute baby. A family, perhaps.

Oh, how he wishes he could live in the brief reality a total stranger could put him in.

“Except that time you gave me an obliterating speech on how underqualified I was to take care of your child.” You emphasize his words, voice lowering in an attempt to mimic his. He narrows his eyes at you, reaching for your hand to bring you closer but you pick up your pace. Soori giggles when she sees you, making you turn around as you keep walking backwards. “Hey, Jungkook?” He cocks his head to the side, bracing himself for whatever witty remark will leave you next. “Am I qualified now?”

“Over.”

You’re overqualified.

You smile at him and he swears,

He swears he’s never felt his heart breaking so sweet.

The table is spacious – a comfy, maroon booth that could very well sit six people. Yet you decide to cramp your party of two and a half in the one side that faces the park, parallel to the street the edgy Italian restaurant sits in.

Soori stands between the two of you, bouncing happily as you feed her pizza and let her get messy – tomato sauce all over her cheeks and a string of cheese falling from her pouty lips as she chews.

It’s perfect. She’s perfect. He’s perfect. And by magical default, you feel perfect, too. Caught up in a dream you didn’t even know you had. A reality so sweet you’re convinced the essence alone could make for the most beautiful story ever written.

And it’s real. It’s not fiction, it’s your life. A total 180 from where you stood a couple of months back – before your jumbled uncertainty couldn’t land you in one desire let alone two. Two dreams you crave the most despite the fact that they hold infinities inside themselves.

“Hey, missy- ouch, Soo.” Jungkook’s hand wraps carefully around Soori’s wrist, attempting to ease her tight-grip on a handful of hair she’s got her little fist around. Her giggles break you out of your trance for good.

You laugh – more inside than out, her audacious ways requiring more discipline nowadays than they did a month ago. You grab her softly by the waist, pulling her to you as you softly say, “Gentle, Soo.” And just like that, she releases him, opting for patting her dad’s head instead – shiny eyes looking at him lovingly, the two of them scrunching their noses in endearment.

“Thank you, baby. That’s so nice.” He says, his insides turning gooey at her display of affection. You look up at him and chuckle, lips pressing tightly against one another. “What?”

“Oh, no. Nothing.” You say, kissing Soori’s cheek and sneakily wiping her hands with your napkin, now stained red with tomato sauce.

“___.” His tone sounds serious but his eyes hold a sparkle that you know just mirrors the softness a moment can hold for him.

You reach for Soori’s stroller, hand inside the small compartment at the bottom where you know he keeps a pack of baby wipes. He squints in confusion. “Come here, Koo.” You say, trying to suppress your giggles.

“Whaaaaaat,” he whines, not only sounding but also looking so much like his daughter it makes your heart seize up right then and there.

“Nothing,” you whine back, running the wipe through the strands of hair – the evidence clear as day as the remnants of tomato sauce stain the damp cotton.

He laughs. “Lovely.” He looks down at Soori, who’s laughing now, too. She’s oblivious as to why but you’ve discovered how sensitive she is to the people she loves – how much she mimics the love she gets. “You’re trying to make pizza out of daddy?” He tickles her and she squeals, both your eyes widening and heads turning to the side frantically, hoping no one is sneering your way. He chuckles a bit more quietly, bringing her head to his chest, hand on her head as he gently shushes her in between giggles.

“Come here,” you say, fighting your own giggles. “It’s all over your forehead, too.”

“Where to, ma’am?” Jungkook asks.

“Follow me. I’m taking you to my favorite place on earth.”

“Oh, so it’s not Scandal?” He jokes.

“That’s close second.” You say, shooting a wink his way.

It’s magic. It looks like magic and it smells like magic, too. It sounds like magic – a soft little melody that comes from an old record player that sits by a corner, almost invisible, surrounded by books and hanging plants. So much green and brown, ivory pages that speak well loved and bright colours in the covers – titles and names slightly faint with the passing of time.

You can smell coffee brewing and certainly so, Kaya is nowhere near eyesight which tells you that you will be reaping off the wonders of her Italian press coffee – the one instance where you will welcome the drink in its most natural form. It just fits the atmosphere so well; it’d feel wrong not to.

Jungkook looks around, mouth parted in awe as he takes in his surroundings. A sea of books that adorn the cozy corners of the shop – most old, used, well loved. Some are new and the covers spell names he’d never heard before. It seems like there’s a book for every occasion, for every corner of your mind that might spark a certain curiosity – this place has it. The song that plays softly from the record player encases the room with warmth, the vinyl gyrating in hypnotizing circles and Jungkook makes sure to store the name at the very center for future reference. The letters look faint, too. A perfect sign of the times. Time that did good, turning things timeless.

“Kay! I’m here!” You say, a book in your hands already as you flip the pages ever so carefully.

Portrait in Sepia, Isabel Allende.

Kaya comes out of a far end corner, a cup of coffee steaming that she holds with both arms, keeping her warm despite the heat of the summer that goes on outside the confined spaces of what seems to be a world apart. One where perhaps it’s always fall or winter – depending on what your heart might yearn for the most.

“And you brought friends.”

Kaya is as magical as her magical bookshop. An ethereal being, voice soft and words witty. Wise beyond her years and an advocate of the slow life committee. You met her in college, having shared a few writing classes together. She’d inherited this place after her father’s sudden death and even though the premise had been the same, she’d made alchemy out of it. Turning it into a sanctuary where old, rare and underappreciated books got a new life.

“Oh, yes. I did. This is Soori,” you both turn to her and she grows shy all of a sudden in the presence of someone new, but as soon as Kaya offers a sweet smile, she returns it without much thought. “And this is Jungkook, her dad.”

Jungkook smiles at her but it soon drops as she gasps, hand over her mouth. “Oh! Yes. I remember you mentioned this the last time I saw you. The guy that gave you the obliterating speech and called you underqualified.”

To say he’s shocked doesn’t really do his face justice, mouth opening and closing as his mind runs circles trying to find words – needless to say, unsuccessfully. Kaya giggles at his flustered state and you roll your eyes playfully at her.

“That one.” You say, finding sweet irony in her words as compared to your own earlier.

“Glad you braved through it, then.” Jungkook’s tension eases through his body at her words and playful tone, a smile forming on his lips before his expression goes back to shock as Kaya says, “Have you guys fallen in love yet?”

“Kaya.”

“I’m just messing with him. We’re literature majors – if we’re not plotting, we’re the plot. it’s nice to meet you, Jungkook.”

Jungkook shakes her hand – feeling oddly comfortable in her presence despite her bold words. His smile stays on this time.

“That’s a cute baby you’ve got there.”

“Thank you,” he responds, looking down at Soori fondly, who has fixated her gaze on Kaya – always sporting extravagant garments, never casual.

“Anyways,” you begin. “I am in dire demand for a new journal.”

“Well, I’m your gal. We just got a package from Italy – the most beautiful bound leather journals from this artisan in Florence. They’re a dream.”

She redirects you to the shelves that hold said journals, leaving for a brief moment before she returns – two cups of coffee in hand, the smell so rich Jungkook can’t turn it down. He thanks her with a smile.

“Can the baby eat cookies?” She asks and Jungkook lets out a soft huff, nodding before she’s kneeling in front of Soori, offering her the treat. It always humours him; how foreign an actual child is to your friends – the age gap then evident. But just like Lucy, she’s ever so loving with his daughter and to Jungkook, that puts yet more stars in the sky that is you.

Your fingers brush through the soft leather journals, eyes traveling over the shelves, waiting for that spark to go off – that tingle at your fingertips. It’s quick, when you feel it. Hand pausing for a minute before you’re retrieving the object of your desire from the shelf.

It’s smaller than your previous one, in dark mahogany leather and unlined ivory pages – bound together by a rustic thread of the same fabric. There’s nothing particularly special about it, but the spark is there. Good enough to hold your words and keep them safe.

“Since when is your taste so expensive?” Kaya asks.

“Huh?”

“This is $80.”

Talk about ‘nothing special’.

You scoff, choking in the process. “Eighty?”

“It’s fine Italian leather or whatever the fuck- oops, sorry kid.” She says, looking down at Soori who just giggles.

“$80 in real, adult money. For paper.” You’re offended all of a sudden as if your eyes hadn’t grown glossy at the sight of the overpriced paper. It makes Jungkook laugh, though you don’t see it.

“Sadly, we haven’t implemented monopoly currency in our establishment yet so yes, that’d be $80 in real, adult money.”

“Oh lord,” you say, still astonished, placing the journal right where you found it, a gentleness in your actions all of a sudden. “Anything for the peasants? I’m not writing the Bible here.”

Kaya snorts at your remark, kneeling down once again to go through the more budget friendly leather journals. You spend a good ten minutes going back and forth between three of them. None of which remotely look like the first one that called out to you, making the decision that more stressful. Jungkook casts through some books, pitching in here and there – insisting you get the smooth black leather option. You do, concluding that the red and yellow options will be slightly headache inducing in the long run.

Soori begins to fuzz in her stroller at an almost perfect time as Kaya finishes packing your journal inside the bookshop’s signature paper bag – white wax stamp sealing it closed. With a proud nod, she hands it over to you, smiling and waving you guys goodbye.

You’re a couple of steps away from the bookstore when you let out a satisfied sigh.

“Isn’t it the best place on earth?”

Jungkook agrees but he doesn’t show it, nor does he say it. His mind is elsewhere. His hand closes around Soori’s pacifier that he’d been holding onto for a while now after she’d found a way to unclip it from her overalls straps. He pockets it, turning to you, slight frown to his expression.

“I think Soori left her pacifier back in the bookshop. Must’ve dropped it or something.”

“Oh. Okay- we can go back-”

“No. No, it’s fine. I’ll go. She just calmed down, just wait for me here, yeah?”

“Sure.”

He turns around, leaving you behind as he sprints back in the direction of the bookshop.

Opening the door, Kaya is once again nowhere to be seen. He frowns, eyes scanning the room for her. Her head peeks from behind a shelf, a smile on her face as she gets ready to greet what she thinks is a new costumer. Her smile grows softer when she sees Jungkook.

“Hi.”

“Hi,” he begins, feeling a little disarmed as her stare grows rather mischievous. “Uh…,” he can’t find the words, feeling slightly nervous all of a sudden. All he can do is point towards the shelf where the journals are neatly stacked. “I would like to buy that, please.”

“The overpriced fine Italian leather piece of paper?”

“Yes.”

She simply nods, retrieving it from the shelf before she walks towards the cash register, scanning the item as Jungkook reaches for his wallet.

“That’ll be $80 in real, adult money.” Kaya says, emitting a timid smile from him. “So, do you write?”

He looks up at her. “I don’t.”

She smiles, nodding knowingly. “So, the answer is yes.”

“What do you mean?”

She ignores his question, knowing it’ll make sense in a few seconds.

“It’s a good plot – I’d read it.”

Your eyes focus on him, unconsciously smiling at the way his hair dances in the wind as he runs the couple of steps to get to you. He’s smiling, too, and it’s so captivating you get caught up in a daydream of him for what was probably seconds but felt like more. You’re so wrapped up in him you barely notice the brown back he clutches tightly to. Your frown turns into a smile because you know. You know what he did and as much as it sends flutters straight to your heart, you’re not surprised.

He stands in front of you, running a hand through his hair as he catches his breath.

“Here.” He hands you the bag, unsure of what to say.

“You didn’t have to…”

“You wanted it. I could tell and- you deserve it. Your words deserve it, too.”

His words are so soft and sincere, your eyes threaten tears.

“Thank you, Jungkook. This- it means a lot.”

“Write about me.” He winks, sending a troop of butterflies straight to your chest, spreading like wildfire all through you – ever so weak for him.

You hand him the bag you were previously holding – the one that stores the journal you’d originally bought. “Here.”

He grabs it, confused but soft as he smiles. “I don’t know what to write about, though.”

You smile, taking one step towards him, closing the distance as you look up at him, eyes indecisive as they scan his own before traveling down to his lips.

You shrug, your gaze growing so sweet. “Me.”

Jungkook doesn’t know how you two ended here, this way.

This thought strikes him quite innocently – simply curious as to how you’d ended with the takeout you’d ordered in his backyard, right by the pool, calf-deep, feet dangling in his pool.

What begins as a seamless thought, lands Jungkook above and beyond. How did you two end here? How did Jungkook pondered so deep in the thought of you – long enough to turn a mere thought into feelings, a kiss into need and the way your voice sounds into comfort? He looks at you and your gaze looks lost, fixated on the electric blue light the pool emits when surrounded by the dark night. You bring your glass to your lips, sipping on the red wine, that same one you drank on your first date. He should’ve known that night – he should’ve known he was more than just curious.

“Your pool is warm,” your comment comes out nonchalantly but your eyes have a slight squint to them, the way they do when you’re deep in thought.

“That it is.”

“Why?”

“I like to use it year-round – when I can.”

You let out a little huff. “You know what my first impression of you was?”

“I have an idea. I was reminded today by a total stranger, remember?” He says, small smile on his face as he bumps your shoulder with his.

You laugh. “No, I mean… before I even met you.”

“Oh. Tell me…”

“I thought you were presumptuous.”

Jungkook’s laugh is loud, body leaning backwards on the palm of his hands as he looks at you. “That’s very judgemental of you.”

You turn to him. “I know! Awfully out of character. It was just that damn doorbell of yours.”

“What’s wrong with my doorbell?”

“It’s an iPad.”

He chuckles. “It is not.”

“I could probably watch Netflix on that thing.”

“Well now that sounds like a super cool thing. I’d find me cool not presumptuous.” He raises a brow, a cocky smirk painting his red lips. You want to kiss him, so you do.

“I think you’re both.” You pull away and he follows forward, searching for your lips again – eyes closed despite the laugh that leaves him. You give him what he wants and he deepens the kiss, hand coming to your face to tuck a fallen strand of hair behind your ear.

He pulls away, eyes deep in yours before he’s loudly smacking your lips together one last time in a peck. He feels feathery light under your spell – wild and soft in all the right places and he loves the way it feels. He loves himself when he’s around you, he loves what you bring out in him. Something he thought he lost a long time ago – even before Ira.

Your eyes follow the journey his hands take as they tug at the back of his shirt, removing it in one swift movement. They widen in shock and he shoots you that cocky smirk once again. He stands up, hovering over you, gaze fixed on yours as his fingers fidget with the button of his jeans before undoing it. You don’t see it, but you hear it – the sound of his zipper coming open. Your mouth salivates at the thought alone, leaning forwards slightly. You look so pretty like this, so malleable and receptive to his every move, it makes him feel hypersensitive to the world around him – to you.

When he removes his pants, you break eye contact, eyes falling to what you want the most. You gasp softly when his black Calvin’s come down in the same motion, tongue wetting your lips slowly, the sight alone sending shivers down Jungkook’s spine.

You’re about to, quite frankly, ask him if you can suck the soul out of him. But Jungkook has other plans and quicker than you can even process a thought, he’s facing the pool once again and diving in – swiftly and almost perfectly, his body submerging in the water as you let out a yelp, droplets landing on miscellaneous spots all over your body. When he comes out gasping for air you’re giving him a condescending smile – one that’s brushed right out of your face as you take in how dreamy he looks. Wet hair being pushed back by his big hands, water droplets falling in an almost cinematic way down his perfect face.

“Was that absolutely necessary?” You ask, tone lower and breathy even though you didn’t mean it to come out like that.

“The water’s so nice, get in.”

“I don’t want to get all wet.” You tell him and the minute the words leave your mouth you realize you’re in for trouble.

He snickers. “Hm, really?”

You play along. “Really, really.”

He walks towards you, every step feeling slowed down as the density of the water pulls him in. His eyes are fixed on you, a slow descend from your face to your chest, down, down until they reach your legs – your blue dress hiked up the honey skin of your thighs, so soft and glistening with the water that landed on you when he dove in. You part them slightly, as if welcoming him in and the act, combined with your innocent stare as you do so, is enough to send a bolt of electricity down his dick – all too aware of you all of a sudden.

“Let me change your mind.” His voice sounds dreamy, a little raspy towards the end and he looks at you with something that you can only describe as love. It goes straight to your head, eyelids heavy with it.

“How would you do that?” You tempt.

“How about I show you?”

When you nod hastily, he smirks, closing the space between you as his hands land on your knees. He looks up at you, head feeling dizzy when he sees the way you draw the plumpness of your bottom lip between your teeth. His hands travel up and for a brief second, they don’t act on the temptation of what he wants the most. For a brief second, he just touches you. The smooth of your skin against his palm, basking in the way his touch leaves a trail of goosebumps – the cold wetness of his hands breaking you out in light shivers, legs shaking a little at the feeling.

His touch is firmer now, hands traveling down until they’re back on your knees, squeezing lightly before he’s pushing them apart. You comply, opening up to him, letting him accommodate himself between your legs. His hands continue their journey, wonderous fingers reaching for the hem of your lacey underwear before he’s hooking them in and pulling them down – the small piece of fabric meeting the same fate his previously discarded clothes had only minutes ago.

“Open up for me, baby. Let me see you.”

His voice is soft, though filled with filth. Mind high on knowing you will do just that – legs bending until the soles of your feet are back on the ground. Dress fully hiked up as you let your legs fall to the side slightly in that position, pussy completely exposed to him; the light reflecting from the pool making you look ethereal. He stares, unashamedly. Piercing eyes taking you in, the sight before him sending him in a frenzied state of mind.

You squirm, so very high on the way he looks at you – on how evident his need for you is.

“Please, Koo. I need you so bad.”

“Fuck, I can see that. Your little pussy keeps clenching around nothing, baby.” He coos, leaning in until he’s at eye level with your cunt.

Your hand travels to his hair, fingers getting lost in the wet tresses, running down his scalp. The gentle touch grows firm as he lowers his mouth to you, tongue teasing your folds open as you tug on a fistful of hair – sent into ecstasy at that first touch. He smirks and you can feel when he does, ever so proud of the way you respond to him and the way he knows how to get you there. His tongue feels warm against you and the heat spreads like wildfire on your skin, contrasting to the cool of his body. He presses the wet muscle against your opening, teasing you some and revelling on the way you draw him in as your walls flutter at the sensation. It’s slow, the way he moves his tongue, making sure he’s leaving no place unattended – always in the mood to discover your sweet spots. It’s when his tongue firmly grazes right under your clit that you pull at his hair tighter, a loud moan breaking from your throat as your legs instinctively close around his head.

“Oh, fuck,” your tone is breathy, barely a gasp. Shocked at the pleasure the feeling ignited.

“That’s new,” he comments, lips closing around your clit and sucking lightly before he’s back to that place that had you unravelling.

“Please, don’t stop.” You say, legs opening up for him again, greedy hands closing around his locks of hair.

He licks once before circling the tip of his tongue against that sweet spot that has your vision glassy all of a sudden – grazing your clit as he does so, making it all that more pleasurable for you. He travels down to your opening when the feeling gets too overpowering, fucking you with his tongue before resuming his pace where you want him the most.

“Oh- my God. I think I’m gonna cum.”

He doesn’t pull back, his eyes looking up at you with cockiness laced all over them. Your own fight the lust-filled feeling that threatens to draw them close, tears brewing at the corners. He barely even stops his ministrations as he says, “you think?”

His boldness sends a blush that adorns your cheeks, accentuating the flush from your arousal. He doesn’t miss it, an even cockier smile forming at his lips as he goes harder – licking a thick stripe from your opening all the way to your clit, making sure to add extra pressure to that spot and it’s there that you lose it. Fists closing as you pull on his hair, toes curling and legs shaking as you cum. Walls clenching and practically gushing your orgasm as his hands bring your thighs up, his lips leaving feathery kisses on your clit as you ride your climax. It’s too much, overstimulating even, but it feels so fucking good. It hurts so fucking good it quickly sends you into another, and you can’t even guarantee your previous one had simmered down for long enough.

“Fuck.”

Your mouth parts open in a silent moan as your arms give out on you, body growing weak as you throw yourself against the cool grass, hands losing themselves in your hair as you push it back – seemingly delirious. Jungkook lets out a dark chuckle, though you don’t hear it – sound and vision still muffled from the strength of your orgasm. His hands rest on the edge of the pool before he’s pushing his body up in one swift motion, water cascading down his body as he comes to hover over you.

“What the fuck was that?” Your voice comes out raspy, a strained whisper.

“That? You came all over my tongue. Twice.” His tone is casual and you so badly wished it wasn’t doing things to your body – completely spent yet begging for him.

“I want to cum around your cock now.”

It throws him off – the lewdness of your words, the delirious nature of your voice. But nonetheless he swims with it, enjoying it too fucking much to object you.

“Hm,” he ponders for a second, hand coming to stroke your cheek gently. “Fucked you so good with my tongue it took your manners away, huh?”

“Please. Please, Koo. Fuck me.”

He’s fully hard and the feeling of his hand around his cock is enough to send shivers down his spine. He closes his eyes for a moment, letting himself be consumed in his own pleasure, a small smile forming on his lips when he feels the way your hips circle in anticipation. He lets the tip of his cock graze your clit, both of your mouths parting in a gasp – lips so close to touching, your eyes fluttering closed. It’s the first time you’ve felt each other with no barriers in-between and Jungkook can physically feel his brain short-circuiting enough to convince him to fuck you like this. Right here, right now.

“Baby,” he says, though with no clue of what to follow it up with.

“Please, I want to feel you.”

His face nuzzles on the crook of your neck, groaning against your skin as he feels his cock land perfectly between your soaked folds. You feel so warm like this it’s inevitable for his brain to grow curiosity as to what you would feel like fully around him. It makes him throb, twitching so hard you can feel it and you moan, making him feel dizzy. He loves the little sounds you make – how they get louder and louder the better he’s making you feel.

“Shit- me too, fuck.”

“I’m on birth control. And you can always pull out,” you say.

He looks up at you, locking gazes before he’s kissing you – deep and passionately and full of how sure he feels in this moment; sure of you.

“Not here, though.”

“Why?” You wrap your legs around his waist, pulling him close to you again.

He laughs. “It’ll get uncomfortable and I want to fuck you right.”

“You always fuck me right,” you bring him impossibly closer, a laugh getting caught in his throat when the tip of his cock grazes against your opening. “Plus, the stars look so pretty from here.”

Your gaze travels from him to the sky and he swears it reflects on your eyes. You look so pretty, so soft. So loveable.

“They do.”

“You’re not even looking at them, silly.”

“I am.”

He kisses you, deep and slow – tongue parting your lips until it meets yours. His comment resonates inside your head, loud and quiet all at once and you reckon that’s what loving Jungkook feels like. And you love him. You love him with your lips, soft against his and so plush he lowers his pace just so he can bask in the pillowy flesh. With your hands as they travel from his cheek to the nape of his neck, nails scraping softly just the way he likes it, a little whine that you swallow passing his lips.

You love him with all you can give him – needless of words, but full of knowing.

He loves you back the same way. Hand tangling in your hair, his touch so gentle but noticeable. His fingers in between your mouths as his tongue comes out, licking a thick stripe against his index and middle one. You do the same, only breaking the hold your eyes have on him when his wet fingers circle against your opening, pushing in as he makes room for his cock. You moan softly, letting him coax you into readiness, head dropping to the side as he leaves open mouthed kisses against your cheek.

“Please,” you whisper, “need you inside me.”

And that’s all he needs to hear, his hand closing around his cock, pumping a couple of times before he’s right against your opening – gasping as he feels the way you clench in anticipation. He pushes in, eyes closing and hands shaking at the feeling of the tight ring of muscle hugging his tip perfectly. The moans that leave you are airy as you hold his face with both your hands, making him look at you.

“Look at me, Koo.”

And he does – red lips parted and glassy eyes, eyelashes fluttering prettily as he fights the urge to rest them against his cheek, the sight of you and the way you feel all too consuming. You’re all over and he fucking loves it. The burn from the stretch is almost sweet, making you aware of him, of how good he feels when he’s filling you. You urge him to go deeper, kissing him and pushing him slightly with your feet by his lower back.

He bottoms out with a throaty groan right by your lips, his head spinning as the pleasure grows tenfold.

“Fuck, baby. You feel so good.”

“Fuck me slow, Jungkook.”

He gives you exactly that. Hips pushing out almost all the way before slamming right back in, setting a torturous pace that allows you both to feel each other completely. You’re so tight around him, pulling him in and pushing him out at the same time as your walls begin to throb around his cock – the sensitivity from your previous release sending you into a bittersweet state of needing more and almost not being able to take it. Your soft little whines letting Jungkook know just how hazy your body feels.

You can feel him, every single curve and ridge of his cock you’ve memorized with your tongue filling you up to the brim – so deep and hard you can feel him all the way in your tummy. The angle hits even better when he brings his body up, resting against his knees, hands pushing your thighs apart as his eyes fix on the way his cock goes in and out of you, still in that slow pace that makes it look all that more mesmerizing. Your wetness coats him entirely, cock glistening with your arousal.

“I love your little pussy so much, baby. Fuck- made just for me.” He throws his head back, a loud groan escaping him as he begins to fall into that same hazy state you’re in.

“Y-yes, Koo, just f-for you,” you gasp in between words as he fucks you harder – not faster. Harder. Hitting that tender spot inside of you repeatedly.

“Oh my God,” he whines, falling back on top of you. “This was a bad idea.”

You giggle, absolutely fucked out. “Why, baby?”

“It feels so fucking good it’s damn near addictive.”

“It feels good for me, too. I feel so full,” your last words get caught up in a moan as he thrusts into you without warning.

“Yeah?”

His demeanour changes and he can feel the way you clench around him. “Y-yeah.” You say, voice weak and pliant.

He pulls out without a warning, too. Only this time you’re not as pleased. You whine under him, pussy throbbing around nothing at the empty feeling.

“Come here, baby.”

He helps you up, removing your dress from your body between kisses to your lips, swollen from his own bites. He holds your hand in his, walking you towards the end of the pool, where an in-built jacuzzi bubbles up the circular space. You dip your toes in first but Jungkook goes in all at once, feet landing on the step that goes all around the jacuzzi before submerging himself until he’s hips deep.

“It’s so nice and warm in here,” you say as you follow his movements until you’re right in front of him, his arms snaking around your waist and bringing you closer before he kisses you again. The kiss is sloppier this time – filled with need and you reciprocate it right away, wanting nothing more but to feel him seven inches deep inside of you. In a rapid movement, he swings you around, his large palms coming to cup your tits before his fingers tweak your hardened nipples in their hold. He walks you forward, your back to his chest still and you can feel his cock against your ass – still hard and heavy for you.

One of his hands travels to your upper back, pushing gently until you’re bending over – knees resting on the steps of the jacuzzi, half your body leaning against the edge. He parts your legs with his knee as he positions himself behind you, hands holding you by the hips, pushing up some until you’re perfectly aligned to him. it’s then that you feel it – the strong jets hitting right at the apex of your thigh, only inches away from the high-pressured stream of water to hit right where Jungkook knows will throw you into a craze. But not yet.

His cock slides right back in the warm snugness of your cunt, making the two of you gasp – almost as if you were feeling it for the first time all over again.

“It’s so nice and warm in here,” he says, mimicking your words from earlier with a smug laugh following. You laugh, too, slightly delirious – the anticipation building up as he angles himself just right, hitting deep inside of you, each thrust positioning you closer to the water jets.

“Fuck- just like that,” you encourage.

“Yeah? You like that, baby?”

“S-so fucking much,” you rasp.

“Good fucking girl, letting me know how good I make you feel.”

He hits harder, pace increasing as he does so, effortlessly calculated steps to have you seeing stars in what you presume will be a matter of short minutes. He kisses at your back, lips traveling slowly to your shoulder blades before his back is flushed to yours, lips right by your ear as he moans out your name.

“Jungkook-” his name is barely there, all too consumed in lust and how good he’s making you feel to find your voice. He hears you though, giving you just what you need – thrusting faster, ever so deep. “I’m s-so close.”

“I know, baby. I can feel it.” His words have a bite to them, a newfound cockiness to him that does dangerous things to your sanity.

He grabs you by the hips, touch firm, moving you slightly to the side until you’re screaming – loud and high-pitched and Jungkook is lucky his property is big enough to keep him isolated from neighbours. Your legs shake, body feeling both light and heavy at the same time as you fold in half against the edge of the jacuzzi – the strong water jet hitting at your clit perfectly. It’s meant to get you there, but Jungkook falls victim to it by default, feeling the pressure of the water, too, as well as the way your walls throb around his cock – gripping him tightly enough to be sure he’s not gonna last much longer.

“I’m gonna-,” your voice comes out strong, loud though a little shaky before it’s gone all together, a faint, “cum”passing your lips before you’re biting hard enough to taste blood on your lower lip, coming undone in what feels like the longest orgasm of your life.

You flush your body to the ground, cheek pressing against your forearm as you emit the softest little whines, sending Jungkook into a feral craze that has his hips thrusting into you – prolonging the feeling, moaning when your legs close, your pussy tighter if that was even possible in the first place.

“You look so pretty when you- fuck, baby, when you cum.”

Your smile is lazy, mind drunk on the feeling, body spasming. “You fuck me pretty.”

Your words make zero sense but they do a whole lot to Jungkook, balls heavy as that coil in his lower abdomen snaps and his body falls forward, forehead pressed to your shoulder as he whispers, “gonna cum.”

“Cum in my mouth, Kookie- please.”

You’re faster than him, the adrenaline rush his own release sends to your brain taking over your drained limbs as you push him off of you, grabbing him by the shoulders and pushing him back until he’s sitting by the edge of the jacuzzi. You position yourself between his legs, hand wrapping around his throbbing shaft and tongue wrapping around his sensitive tip until he’s hissing. You take him in your mouth, all the way down for good measure before you work your lips around his tip, hands coming down to play with his balls to coax him into letting go for you. It’s a matter of seconds when you do that – his fingers tangling in your hair, eyes shutting closed as he lets out a throaty moan.

“Cumming,” his voice is dreamy and you gasp around him as he releases, hot and mouth-watering inside your mouth, hand pumping him languidly as you milk him entirely. You swallow most of it but it’s so much cum some starts dripping down the corners of your mouth – the lewd image alone makes your head spin in lust. “Fuck- baby, baby.” He says, voice a bit angsty as he gently pulls you away from his spent cock, body shaking in oversensitivity.

You laugh, tongue coming out to clean at the sides of your mouth where you can feel his cum dribbling down your chin. He snickers, fucked silly and feeling a little dizzy but so very pleased with the filthy little number that you present to him. His thumb grazes over your lips for a second before he’s collecting his own release from your chin, to the corner of your lips until it finally finds your tongue, wet around his finger as you circle around it, drinking him up.

He hisses at the sight and feel of your tongue circling his thumb, cock twitching. “Stop.”

You giggle. “Or what?”

“You’re gonna make me cum, oh my- God,” you pant frantically, voice desperate as his pace quickens, hitting all the right places and sending you into a high so intense you can’t even count the times you’ve felt it tonight.

In perfect sync, his own high follows, making yours feel near explosive with how good having him throbbing and releasing inside of you feels.

He literally fucks you into oblivion because sooner than you can process a thought you’re saying,

“I love you.”

You only notice the feeling that just left you unashamedly and loud enough for him to hear when he tenses on top of you, body growing slightly stiff before his muscles give up on him and he has no choice but to melt into you, face nuzzling against the crook of your neck as he tries to steady his breathing.

The space is filled with the sound of your heavy breathing and the density of the words that you just uttered to him.

“You don’t-,” you start, and Jungkook can feel his heart skip a beat. “You don’t have to say it back. I’d say it was a heat of the moment thing but… I don’t think that makes any difference.” You laugh softly and a little nervously – voice so tender it makes Jungkook’s heart clench in his chest.

You run your fingers through his hair, your gentle touch easing him right away and you can feel him relax against your body once again.

He doesn’t say it back.

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earlgreydream · 3 years

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time for us.

| loki x reader | angst | fluff |

anon requested. loki has been working a lot lately and hasn’t really had anytime for the reader and he completely forgets about their anniversary and she doesn’t tell him for a couple of days but then he snaps at her and they have a huge argument

a/n: this doesn’t have any spoilers for the show— just mention that Loki works for the TVA (which isn’t canon at the time of me writing this)

You loathed Loki’s new job, working for the Time Variance Authority.

Ever since Loki began at the TVA, they’d managed to occupy nearly all of his time and energy, leaving little to none left for you. Your relationship was strong, but only a few weeks of work had put a strain on the two of you.

He’d become more short tempered, and easily agitated. You tried to be patient, but little things seemed to antagonize you, and soon every small thing was becoming huge.

Above all, you hated to fight with Loki. You bottled up your frustration, shoving them down inside of you and keeping them hidden and locked away. Your limited time with Loki was precious, and you didn’t want to poison it with your annoyance. However, it was doing damage that you hadn’t yet comprehended, building a pressurized weapon that was bound to explode.

It took weeks, but the explosion came.

Loki had been so caught up in work that he missed your anniversary. It had escaped his mind entirely, passing like any other day. He was distracted by variants running wild, and the need to please his new boss. He felt responsible for things that were going wrong, and he had put your relationship on the backburner.

You’d been certain he’d take you out during the night, or at least do something to acknowledge the anniversary of your love, but you’d been dead wrong. You waited at home as hours passed, and when his normal arrival time had long passed, the pain in your chest grew until your entire body was throbbing with hurt.

You took your makeup off, along with the pretty dress you wore-- the green one that your husband adored.

Loki had stayed late at work, taking overtime and showing up just before ten. You were so hurt you could hardly speak, but Loki’s mind was too muddled with work to even notice. You were already in bed when he returned home, and he’d kissed your forehead and gone to sleep with less than five words leaving his lips.

You laid awake in bed that night, staring at the wall. You should have told Loki you were angry, said something then and at least gotten it in the open. But you shoved it down with everything else— every other hurt and grievance and annoyance that poisoned you.

“Can you set that down, please?” You asked, four days later. You tried to keep your tone even, but you were impatient. The bite in your words was all you could do to keep from tearing the file from his delicate hands.

Loki was in the kitchen, his face buried in a variant case file. He was supposed to be helping you make dinner, but you were dismissed and cast aside once again as his work outshined you.

“I’m working, Y/N! It’s important. Don’t you want me to get paid so you can have your pretty things?” Loki snapped, shocking you.

“No!” You screamed, slamming the cabinet door shut.

He stared at you, turquoise eyes wide in shock at your outburst. He dropped the file on the counter, a harsh glare adorning his stunning face.

“No, Loki! I don’t fucking care about the pretty things. I don’t even know that I care about YOU!” The words were coming out before you could stop them.

“You don’t care about me?! All I ever do is for you!” Loki met your anger, matching your energy and only fueling the fire of rage that was building in your stomach.

“You’re such a selfish liar! You don’t give a fuck about me, Loki! You’re in a relationship with your bullshit job, you don’t give a damn about me! All of your time and your energy... and fuck, even your kindness goes to the stupid fucking TVA!! There’s nothing left for me, and I don’t want your scraps!” You shoved him back when he took a step toward you.

“I’m selfish? You’re needy and dramatic! You’re a spoiled brat, acting out when not every ounce of my attention is being given to you. What, you’re mad that I didn’t help you make this salad? Grow up, Y/N!” Loki’s hateful words poured out, tasting like acid in his mouth.

“No! I’m mad that you forgot our anniversary and that you haven’t seen how much you’ve hurt me!” Tears burned as they streamed down your face, blurring your vision that was bleeding at the edges.

Loki’s lips parted, and realization suddenly crossed his features. He took a step back, recognizing his anger had spiraled out of control, and that your anger was justified.

“I didn’t mean it… I do care about you, I just want you to care about me.” Your voice broke, and shaky hands went to your mouth, stifling a sob. Guilt swelled in Loki’s chest as he saw you fall apart, unable to bear the weight of your anger.

“I’m sorry. You’re right. I don’t know how I’ve forgotten. Please, my love, forgive me,” Loki’s tone softened, and he knelt down to his knees before you.

He didn’t care about the messy floors ruining his perfect suit, nothing mattered to him then except for you.

“I shouldn’t have gotten so angry, I just miss you,” you were weeping, unable to hold the sobs at bay.

“It’s okay, scream and cry if you need to, but know I love you more than anything and I am terribly, terribly sorry.”

Loki gently pulled you forward, closing his arms around you. His forehead rested against your stomach, and you laid your hands on top of his head.

“I know. I know,” you stammered in shaky breaths. Your fingers trembled as you dragged them through his hair, overwhelmed with every emotion that washed over you all at once.

You got home from work, a couple of days after your fight. You had both apologized, easing the tension over. Loki hadn’t stopped apologizing, even when you promised him it was okay. It had been better since-- you weren’t keeping secrets or harboring anger, and you felt exceedingly better in the aftermath of your fight.

You walked into your master suite, considering a hot bath or a shower after your day. You were lost in your thoughts as you kicked your shoes off, before turning to the bed. A dress was laid out on the end of the bed, glittery heels and jewelry in a box beside it. Loki wasn’t home, but a note was attached, telling you to get dressed and he’d meet you.

You smiled, lifting the black cocktail dress. You changed, fixing your hair and makeup in the mirror. Your day at work had been long, and you didn’t know what Loki had in store for you, but you were excited.

The lock clicked open on the door, signaling the arrival of your husband. You stepped into the foyer to greet him, met with Loki in an all-black suit. A grin spread across his expression as he noticed you, making warmth bloom in your chest.

“You look-” you both started at the same time.

You smiled and tilted your head, letting him speak.

“You look beautiful,” Loki spoke softly before giving you a kiss.

“Thank you. You look sharp. What’s the occasion, what are we doing?”

“I’m so sorry I missed our anniversary. I thought we could celebrate us tonight.”

You broke into a grin, nodding excitedly.

“Yes. Yes, let’s do it.”

“Of course. Let me set my things down,” he kissed your cheek and stepped into your master, cleaning up and dropping his bag.

You were driven to a fancy restaurant, one hand in Loki’s as the other smoothed over the wheel of his black sports car. He dropped the keys with a valet, and you were escorted to a table in the back of the place.

“Wine, Mrs. Laufeyson?”

“Please,” you nodded, and the waiter poured you a glass of sparkling pink moscato.

“I’ve gotten us a suite at the resort in the city. I have a bag packed for you in the car, I thought we could enjoy a weekend away. You deserve it,” Loki brought your hand to his lips, kissing your knuckles.

“You’re spoiling me,” you giggled, sipping your wine.

“As I should be.”

Elaborate French dishes were brought out on gorgeous plates, looking like something from a food blog. It tasted divine, and Loki told you some history about the dish from some time he was living or traveling in Paris. You listened to his animated stories, thinking about how you were so in love with him.

“Why’re you staring at me like that?” Loki laughed softly, spooning sorbet into your mouth.

“Because I love you. And you’re charming and cute when you get excited,” you confessed with a grin.

“I love you too. I’m sorry about everything,” he apologized.

“It’s okay. We’re past it. Time moves forward for us.”

Loki nodded, leaning forward and smearing a kiss over your temple before retrieving your car from the valet.

“To the hotel?” he asked, sliding his hands over your hips and kissing your neck as you waited.

“Okay,” you giggled, squirming in his arms.

He squeezed your bum, making you gasp before opening the door for you, helping you into the passenger seat.

When you arrived at the hotel, there was a bouquet of roses on the table, and candles burning around. He kissed the back of your head, setting your bag down for you.

“Let me make this up to you,” his voice was deep as he unzipped your dress.

“Please,” you smiled, turning in his arms and pulling him into a heated kiss.

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darling-i-read-it · 2 years

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Figure It Out

Jamie Dutton x fem!reader

Word Count: 1.4k

Warnings: spoilers for yellowstone, some talks of sex

Author’s Note: i caved. I have such a saviors complex for him

Summary: set when Jamie comes back from being a little political man for a while and before he’s killed the interviewer

I don’t own these characters. They belong to author/director/creator

(not my gif)

It had been weird ever since Jamie left the ranch. You were used to him coming and going but his vibe always hung around when he left for a couple of days on business. But now that he had decided to leave for good, that vibe was gone. It was mute. It felt like it had been filled with Beth’s cigarettes.

It was only weird for you though. No one else seemed to notice all that much. No one had broken any laws so Jamie wasn’t technically needed. But you missed him.

The sun was setting over the horizon. Sunsets on the ranch were gorgeous. You thought they were next level to anywhere else you had ever been. The rays touched the tips of the mountains. There was an orange glow over the land and basking your face warmly. You leaned back onto the bunkhouse wall, your thumbnail gently between your lips as you thought. You thought about the fact you didn’t even have Jamie's phone number. You had never thought to ask him for it because you lived so close to each other.

How long would he be gone?

“You gonna stay out here all night?” Jimmy asked, walking out the door of the bunkhouse. “It’s gonna get cold.”

“Was thinkin about it,” you muttered, looking over at him. He had a cut on his chin and a kind look in his eyes. You were fairly certain he had been harboring some kind of crush for you since he got here. You had been here almost as long as Rip.

“They’re playing a mean game of poker in there. You can sweep the floor with em,” he said, shoving his hands in his front pockets.

“I think I just need to be outside for a minute Jim,” you muttered, hoping he would get the hint. Still he leaned against the wall, an indication he would be staying longer.

“You know, he doesn’t deserve you,” he said and you knew he meant it kindly. There was no disdain on either side.

“Who says he has me?”

“Uh everyone.” You scoffed, shaking your head.

“He’s a dumbass,” you muttered. “When he’s not here I can’t protect him. And I’ve been doing a shit job when he is here.”

“Come on.” Jimmy nudged you. “Pokerrr.” You laughed gently, shaking your head.

“Alright Jimmy, you got money for me to use?”

“I can give you a 20 but they’ve already taken everything else from me.”

You saw Jamie’s car pull up a couple days later. You tried not to be too excited. You had your job down at the bunk house keeping you busy from worrying but all that went out the window the second you saw he was back. What worried you more than him being gone was that he didn’t come to see you that night.

So you did the impossible. You walked up to the main house and knocked on the door.

Beth answered. She leaned against the door frame, arms crossed.

“Do I know you?”

“I work down at the bunkhouse.” She hummed under her breath. “I’m sorry, I just wanted to see if Jamie was back?” She had a glass of alcohol in her hand that she brought to her lips as she looked you up and down. Her gaze was scrutinizing. It made you feel small.

“What the fuck do you want with Jamie?”

“Beth.” Jamie walked up behind her. You had to suprsess your surprise at how fucking awful he looked. There were bags under his eyes. He wasn’t wearing a suit. His hair was astray.

“Are you fucking one of the cowboys?”

“Aren’t you?” Jamie asked bitterly and then immediately cowered under her gaze.

“I should put you on house arrest,” she muttered, poking a finger at him. He walked past her, grabbing your arm and dragging you away from the house. You looked back at her but she was shutting the door already.

“What happened?” you asked. “Why didn’t you come see-”

“Hold on.” He looked warily back at the house and then when he determined you were far enough away and out of hindsight he pulled you into a hug. The sun was setting again. You hugged him back tightly. He nuzzled his head into your shoulder, breathing shakily, desperately pulling you closer to him.

“James,” you whispered. “What happ-”

“What didn’t happen?” he muttered, shaking his head against your skin. You pulled away to see his face. “Beth has been on my fucking ass about it all. I tried to run, like you know and then my dad kicked me out so I had to live with my fucking secretary and…and I…”

“Jamie spit it out.”

“I did something bad.”

“What did you do?”

“I did a couple of bad things.” You put your hands on his cheeks, forcing him to stare at you. He had a thing about being shifty eyed when he said something he didn’t want to. “I did an interview.”

“Oh.” You swallowed hard. “Have you told your dad?”

“No.”

“You need to. We need to get this sorted.”

“Let me finish.” You shut up, nodding. You were hot. It was a humid day. You wanted to shower but your focus now was on whatever the hell Jamie was holding back. You backed up a step away from him. “I slept with my secretary.”

“Is that it?”

“Yes. Yeah. You’re not mad?”

“Jamie, we haven't ever been exclusive. We’ve never had that talk.”

“Thank God. Wait does that mean you’ve-”

“I live with boys Jamie.” His face contorted into confusion. “But it’s mostly been you.” You cleared your throat. “Now, we have to tell your dad.” He shook his head furiously.

“No. I told Beth. She’s gonna help me with this.”

“Beth? Beth Dutton? Your sister Beth?”

“She’s the only Beth I know.” He breathed hard and stood up straight. His eyes were red with past tears and fresh ones brewing. “I don’t know what to do,” he pleaded quietly. “I don’t know what to do.”

“We’ll figure it out.” His face scrunched up and he started to cry. You rushed back towards him and threw your arms around him. You engulfed each other, holding each other as close as you could get.

“I missed you,” he pleaded through the tears.

“I’m gonna figure this out James.” You kissed his forehead and then kissed him eagerly. He tasted like salt and cologne. “I have to go back,” you whispered. “They’re gonna come looking for me.” He let you go for a moment and then grabbed your hand, shaking his head.

“Come up to the house with me.” “All my clothes are-”

“I don’t care. Please.” He wiped the tears away from his eyes and then cleared his throat. “Please.”

“You don’t need that many pleases Jamie.” He let out a laugh and grabbed your hand.

“Can I grab my clothes?”

“Yeah.”

“I also wanna shower.”

“I’m not holding you hostage, you can shower,” he said, laughing gently. It was so nice to talk to you. It felt like you were the only person who wouldn’t tell him what to do. You were the only person he could swear up and down cared about him. You wiped his eyes once more and took a deep breath which he took with you.

“Gonna walk down to the bunkhouse. You gonna be okay for a second without me?” you teased.

“Honestly, probably not.”

“Well then walk with me. It’s a bit of a trek. You’re rich, you got a golf cart or something?”

“No. I don’t own a golf cart.” You grabbed his hand and started to walk down with him.

“I think you should buy one.”

“When I get over this hump of sleeping with my secretary and also giving an interview, maybe I’ll think about it.”

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tteokdoroki · 3 years

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dick destroyer december | i. midoriya

♡ pairing: izuku midoriya x fem!reader.

♡ word count: 6.2K

♡ rating: mature, 18+, mdni.

♡ genre: college!au, fluff + smut.

♡ summary: with no nut november over, finals complete and christmas right around the corner, your number one boy returns to you with only one thing on his mind.

♡ warning(s): please read ! heavy smut, pwp ( characters aged up to twenties ), drinking, mentions of alcohol, mentions of poly!kiribaku, unprotected sex ( wrap it before you tap it y’all ) wall sex, fingering ( female recieving ), light!pet play, spitting, cum play, mentions of sex toys, exhibitionism, oral sex ( male + female recieving ), light!praise, heavy!breeding kink.

♡ author’s note(s): merry christmas everyone! i hope despite the circumstances that you’re all able to enjoy the holidays and are staying safe, if you’re not celebrating i wish you a wonderful day as well!! anyways here’s a little festive fic to satisfy you guys and tysm for 2K+ followers <33 find the corresponding kiribaku fic here!

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ever since you’d started college, your roomate, katsuki had always said that november was his favourite month of the year; it took you a while to figure out why.

having known the blonde since you were a child, you were aware that he despised the cold weather that nipped at his nose and made his quirk slow down. he hated wearing extra sweaters and begrudgingly asking your mother to make him some hot chocolate whenever he came over to play; in fact he hated asking you for it now as adults in your early twenties but as his good college roommate from freshmen year, you made sure he always had a mug waiting. nonetheless, katsuki’s sudden love for the winter months and festive weeks following honestly confused you to your wits end— especially with the impending doom of finals sneaking up on you.

however, you quickly found out the reason behind your best friend’s change in attitude towards the month of november, six months into your freshman year relationship with izuku midoriya.

“no nut november,” katsuki had purred into the neck of his beer bottle, rolling the cool glass against his bottom lip as he laughed at you from across the room. you had recalled the conversation to have occurred exactly half way through october, before the aforementioned month, you and your roommate had decided to host a small gathering with your classmates— purely fulled by thirty boxes of pepperoni pizza and beer, only two of the boxes had been vegetarian for your friends mina ashido and denki kaminari ( he was challenged by mina to go green for an entire month. “that’s why i love this month s’fuckin’ much.”

bakugou ended his sentence with a swig of his beer, setting the now empty bottle onto the coffee table that had been a house warming gift from his own mom. the sound causes todoroki and sero to jump from their place playing cards against humanity with your girl friend momo on the floor, and kirishima ( bakugou’s crush at the time, who’s drunk and passed out in the blonde’s lap ) to flinch awake. katuski pets his red hair once, making kirishima blink up at him affectionally.

your boyfriend, izuku, fidgets under the intimating stare of your roomie and you can tell he’s fighting the blush that spreads rapidly across his freckled cheeks. “n-no nut november?” your baby squeaks out, large palm settling on your lower waist as you shuffle to get comfortable in his lap. it’s clear he hasn’t taken part before, so you know exactly what your best friend is doing. trying to tease him in front of all your friends and pull him into something that you’re going to hate. nonetheless, deku downs the rest of his own alcoholic drink as bakugou prepares a response— the rest of your friendship group now pulled into the conversation.

“katsuki bakugou, don’t be mean.” you scold with a bite into your grease laced pizza and offer up the rest to izuku, who politely passes. you pout.

“‘m not, just sayin’— that damn month will be the only time of the year that i don’t get to hear you and the goddamn nerd fuckin’ like rabbits all the time.”

this time, its you who fights an embarrassed look on your face while your green haired lover simply swipes todoroki’s shot from the coffee table and swallows it all at once. the dual haired boy only groans before rising to get another from the kitchen and the rest of your friends hide their giggles in their own drinks, cards and half eaten pizza slices. “you…you can hear us?” you squeal incredulously, causing your friends to snort out loud again. izuku still says nothing.

“baby, we damn near almost see you whenever we drop by!” kirishima mumbles with sleep curling in his tone, he stretches like a cat on bakugou’s lap and grins at you— sharpened teeth dazzling under the LED lights in your living room. they flicker to a deep green, but you barely notice it.

abandoning your pizza as a whole, you huff and push up the sleeves of izuku’s hoodie that you wear— just about ready to pummel your best friend into the ground for having people over while you…ahem…get some, but shoto returns from the kitchen quicker than you anticipate and cuts right through the chatter with ease, giving you little time to feel flustered by the sudden turn in conversation. “you guys are more sexually active than my parents and they had four kids, messed up with raising us from touya, though,” he says in his iconic monotonous voice, causing you to splutter and katsuki to kick his feet out in victory. “seriously, i doubt midoriya would be able to beat any of us at this no nut november thing ‘cause of it.”

this time, deku ( as so affectionally nicknamed by your childhood best friend ), pouts, his frustrated voice bleeding into the conversation. “c’mon, don’t you have a little faith in me, shoto?”

“no.” is todoroki’s simple answer. you flinch, did you guys really have sex that often? to the point where no one believed your boyfriend could go a month without getting his dick wet?

“i second that,” kaminari pipes in, picking a mushroom off of his pizza and leaning over to plop it into sero’s mouth.

“third it!” the latter adds.

your roomie takes that and runs with it. “he wouldn’t last a day even if he tried.”

“leave it alone, katsuki.” you find the courage to defend yourself through your flustered state without realising the buzz of beer and vodka shooting through zuku’s veins.

it takes quite a bit to get your boyfriend drunk, he was a big boy after all and played for your college football team but once the drink was through his system he often broke out of his shy demeanour and into one of confidence and challenging your beloved best friend. izuku’s grip on your waist tightens as he leans forward to point accusingly at the blonde before speaking. “wanna fucking bet on it, kacchan?” he says with sparkling emerald eyes and a honeyed voice that makes you twitch in place in his lap. of course you would get horny right in the middle of your two best boys having a drunk argument.

“what’chu say nerd?” bakugou slurs, pushing poor kirishima off of his lap and to the floor in order to stand up and cross the room towards your boyfriend, pointing a finger in his face.

izuku pushes the digit away, smirking up at the blonde drunkenly and everyone’s gaze in the room suddenly falls on them. “i bet that i can last longer in no nut november than you.”

you whimper from your lover’s lap, knowing that as soon as everyone clears out you’re going to pounce on him before this stupid bet takes place. this doesn’t go unnoticed by the girls, momo and mina, who tease you for having such a high libido but you don’t think they’ll understand how much you’re going to suffer without your broccoli haired boyfriend’s dick every other night.

you love izuku and katsuki, you really do— but its times like this, for the sake of your sex drive and love life, that you really wish they’d got along more. maybe it was their little battle for your affection that caused the rift between the two, after all katsuki had been the only boy in your life up until college and izuku, you were pretty sure was the one you wanted to spend the rest of your life with…either way, their rivalry was getting in your way and was about to be a major cockblock for the next thirty days. “hold up you guys, don’t i get a say in this?” your voice comes out in a slight whine as you tug on midoriya’s fitted shirt, but he’s too busy having a stare off with your roommate to notice. “what about me and my needs?”

“it’s not about’cha, shitty girl.”

“stay out of this, yn.”

you huff, pushing yourself off of your boyfriend izuku’s lap to stand and smack the pair of losers upside their heads before joining your girls on the floor. mina pulls you into a comforting hug, trying to distract your mind from the fact that it’ll be deku dick-less for a month while momo serves you out a set of cards to join her in a game of cards against humanity with the other boys lounging on the floor— kirihsima is invited into the game too. “sounds like i’ll be getting you a dildo as an early christmas present!” ashido comments, swiping her deck off of your hand me down rug before anyone can see them.

momo grins at you while you take your cards and take another shot from poor, unsuspecting shoto. “better make it extra thick, we know he’s got a nice one on him, yn.”

“fuck you guys.”

“gladly, we’re not taking part of no nut november like those two idiots.” the black haired girl hums, shuffling in her seat to start the next round. you roll your eyes and turn your gaze to watch the green and blonde haired boys you adore so much fight over this trivial guys only event.

their cheeks are flushed from all the beer they’ve drunk and they’re leaning on each other for support, but that doesn’t stop them from going at each other. “you couldn’t beat me, even if you tried, shitty deku.” katsuki mumbles, arm around midoriya’s head— forcing the poor boy into bakugou’s large pecs. “haha...shitku…”

“oh try me, bitch.” your boyfriend counters, voice so husky it sends shivers down your spine, although it contrasts deeply with the sight of his adorable cheeks pressed against katsuki’s tits.

they’re too drunk to brawl it out and quite frankly you’re too tired to bother to stop them, mind only wondering how you plan to survive the next thirty days.

three years, three novembers and a few weeks into december later; you’re still wondering how the hell you’ve survived.

ever since that night in your freshman year; izuku, bakugou and the other boys have competed vigorously to last throughout the entirety of no nut november; your boyfriend having won the last three years in a row. katsuki hated it, losing to your izuku but he hated the victory sex you gave him even more.

you’d think he’d be used to it by now, with everyone in their final year of college but bakugou had manage to luck out this year on not hearing you and midoriya go round after round on november thirtieth. finals had hit you guys hard in terms of wrapping up the semester before christmas; they were important to pass too, considering you’d all be graduating within a few months, so you’d barely seen izuku since november ended and december rolled around.

now, being a couple weeks into the festive month and with finals drawing to a close— you had yet to make plans to see your boyfriend. there was little time between the online classes and preparation from the holidays, yet you could feel yourself growing more sexually frustrated by the second. rubbing one out wasn’t doing it for you anymore and listening katsuki’s bragging about his peaceful nights of sleep while you decorated your apartment with mistletoe and tinsel was really starting to tick you off.

the very decoration slips from between your fingers as bakugou walks in, yanking bits of tape from his fingers from where you had him lining the ceiling rails with gold, green and red tinsel. the blonde had only gone and slammed the door to your living room against the wall, grumbling about the stupid mess of clear tape across his clumsy fingers— the action scaring you half to death before you huff, facing him. “what, katsuki? what could you possibly need right now?”

his vermillion gaze picks up from his smoking palms, a last resort to getting rid of the tape. “came to tell ya that ‘m headin’ out with kirishima— going to pick up our girlfriend from the airport.” a sweet blush lays loosely against your best friend’s cheeks at his admission, not long after you guys’ drunken night in freshman year, bakugou had confessed to your red headed companion; only to find out he had a girlfriend waiting for him in his hometown.

kirishima wasn’t a cheater, but he also couldn’t help the flutter in his heart around bakugou— so had the two meet straight away and after a lot of tears and large dramatics, the three settled into a cute little relationship. you’d only met the girl once when she visited both boys for spring break— but you’d loved her and knew how much she made your best friend happy.

you smile nonetheless, picking the mistletoe up from the floor. “tell her i said hi, yeah?” you mention to your friend while he shrugs on a jacket and checks himself in the mirror. katsuki was in love, and it was insanely adorable to see. “do i need to set up the guest bedroom for her ’n kiri?”

“nah, shitty red head kicked out kami, he’s staying with sero and mina while my girl’s up.” katsuki shakes his head, letting you fix the collar of his jacket after you bound over to him. “we’ll be back after lunch to pick up some of my stuff though. so don’t do anything fuckin’ stupid and i’ll see you later, yeah?”

you cross a finger over your heart but the mischievous smile on your face gives you away. “no promises katsu, stay safe out there!”

your smile drops however, as soon as your roommate closes the door behind him, knowing him and kirishima, they’ll probably fuck their girl across all the surfaces in eijirou’s free apartment, which only makes your stomach churn with hot jealously and a hint of arousal.

selfish of you as it were, you wish your boyfriend hadn’t chosen such an intense subject with so many finals and intense studying— but izuku loved engineering almost as much as he loved you, so its not like you would ask him to give up his passion.

besides, you figured he’d look pretty hot in his mechanics classes—sleeves rolled up to his elbows, scared hands on display while sweat drips down his furrowed brow and—

and fuck me, now you were as horny as a mother fucker.

a familiar ache appears between your thighs while you attempt to busy yourself with the rest of the festive decorations; you hang a wreathe at the door both inside and out, tape the remaining tinsel around counters in your kitchen and finally attempt to fix the christmas tree katsuki insisted wasn’t lopsided ( even though it was ). but no matter how hard you worked om christmas-ing the apartment, you couldn’t shake the fantasy of midoriya railing you against his work bench. it wouldn’t go away.

patting your cheeks to calm your hot flush; you decide that you’re done bedazzling and fix some christmas lights above your doorways to go with your LED ones, and get ready to take a cold shower and hoping that the wetness between your legs will go away. you make a b-line for the bathroom, not bothering to bring a spare change of clothes since katsuki isn’t home. it’s not like he hasn’t seen you naked before.

you’re half way through your commute, wearing nothing but one of zuku’s old shirts when the front door jingles and busts open from the other side of your home. foot steps pound against your hardwood floor, letting you know someone is approaching.

“fucking hell katsuki, stop slamming the door against the wall before you make another—“ your words die in the back of your throat when your sweet little boyfriend comes into view. albeit a bit dishevelled, deku’s green hair falls prettily over his excited eyes while sweat rolls in tiny droplets from his forehead to his chin and his backpack hanging half off of his shoulder…in all honesty he looks a mess, but a good looking one at that. “zuku? what are you doing here?”

your lover looks bewildered, but a smile that fills you with warmth crosses his face. “i ran across campus to see you; i finished my finals…” he pants, the engineering building is pretty far from here so no wonder he looks the way he does.

despite knowing this, you quirk a brow. “still doesn’t answer my question babe.”

“november is over,” izuku sighs, dropping his backpack and crossing the room towards you in three short strides. When he reaches you, scarred hands curl around your waist while soft lips tickle the shell of your ear with deku’s next words. “it’s christmas…don’t make me wait. i want to fuck you.”

you don’t miss the way bight green eyes darken and drag up your hand naked body, your boyfriend’s shirt ending just above your knees and exposing the meat of your thighs to him. the wetness pools between them, making your skin glisten under familiar flashing LED lights and tinsel. izuku is waiting for a. sign...anything for you to give him consent to take his prize between your legs, electricity crackles in the air and you instinctively reach up to curl your fingers in his curls. “fuck me, izuku.” you say breathlessly, unleashing a month and a half’s worth of hormones out onto each other. “fuck me like you mean it, big boy.”

the teasing lilt to your voice earns you a spank to the ass as deku lifts you up into his arms and over his muscular shoulder. you squeal in delight at the harsh sting, leaning down to pat his ass too. he’s got a particularly nice one and you’re sure it was carved by the fucking gods.

the green haired boy hauls you over to the kitchen counter, setting you down atop it before his lips find yours in passionate and hurried movements. its been so long since you’ve kissed him, felt his muscles ripple under your touch while your hand roams his chest underneath the varsity jacket he wears.

you push the offending material off while izuku trails a hand between your thighs, chuckling into the kiss at the slick that adds a glimmer to your skin. his pink tongue darts out to lick a stripe across your bottom lip, begging for permission to enter your hot mouth. you grant him access, swirling your own pink muscle around is and suck it down. your breath hitches as thick fingers finally come into contact with the burn of your heat, gently prodding at your puffy, sticky clit. “you’re…doll, you’re so fucking wet already. did you miss me?” your boy moans breathlessly in between your sloppy kisses, pulling away to show you the string of your slick that coats his fingers. you nod in agreement.

izuku taps your lips once and you obediently take the digits into your mouth, humming at your sweetness that invades your tongue, all the while, his other wandering hand shoves two digits into your wet cunt with no warning— making you shiver on the counter while the tinsel you’d taped there scratches at your calves. both sets of fingers thrust into your openings at the same time, giving you a friction you so awfully desire.

“such a good girl, dollface— fuck, i f-forgot how good you looked sucking on my fingers like that.” midoriya whines out and you’re not sure which of your holes he’s referring to, but you couldn’t care less, not when those that stuff your tight pussy are curling against the walls in a way that has you leaking sweet nectar all over your marble surfaces. you gush at his praise however, bucking your hips into his hand while the heel of his palm grinds into your swollen clit— sending shockwaves through your body.

the fingers that plug your mouth are pulled out so the darling sounds of your moans mingle with that of your dripping heat, walls clenching around izuku every once on a while. your lover grinds against the table, watching you with close eyes as your face contorts into expressions that he’s missed so dearly. one thrust into your spongy g-spot makes your body jump and thighs close around your boyfriend’s hand— head falling forward against his shoulder. “mnn, zuzu... haven’t felt this good in s’long, gonna cum, gonna mess up your hand.”

to your dismay, deku pulls from your cunt faster than you would have liked and you whine at the empty feeling in your stretched out hole. your heat makes an awful dripping sound when you’re fully empty, and you grunt knowing that its a mess you’ll have to clean up later.

however, you’re easily distracted by the lips at your collar bones, painting bruises into your sweat licked skin while slick hands paw at your breasts. “cum on my face first, please?” its cute how desperate izuku is, but you can’t say that you aren’t either— especially when you haven’t fucked in so long.

“yes, god yes…” you accept too quickly while your shirt is pulled off completely; for midoriya’s mouth as moved from pressing hot kisses to your neck onto biting at your breast and rolling the hardened nipple of your other with his free hand. “but, wanna suck you off too ‘zuku…”

your boyfriend doesn’t hesitate with his next movements, kicking off his pants and boxers ( in one go, mind you ) before picking you up once again and sinking to the floor with you in his arms. he makes quick work of flipping you onto your tummy, pulsing cunny shoved so close into his face that you can feel deku’s nose bump your clit when he breathes and then; your face rests so easily on the swell of his thigh— right next to his hardened cock that you’ve missed so much.

izuku midoriya is a god and you swear by it.

your friend’s were right, he is packing. he’s thick and girthy, tip angry and red as it leaks heavily with a clear precum that has you drooling. “missed your dick, zu,“ you sigh, mostly to yourself and before you know it, your lips enclose around the head of his cock.

the way you suck on it, as if you’ve been starved of your last meal makes izuku shiver with pleasure and his nails dig into your peachy ass. you roll his balls between your fingers, loving the delicious whimpers you manage to lure from between your boy’s lips and the sound makes your pussy spasm around nothing.

a weighted palm moves to the back of your head in order to push you further down on his cock, deku’s own hips bucking up so you swallow more of him down. the taste of him is dangerously addictive, saltiness dancing across your tongue. “suck my dick sweetheart, yeah? suck on it just like that, good girl.” the hot breath from each of his choked laments brushes against your eager cunt, dampening your skin even more. he dives right in, tongue slithering between your puffy folds while he slurps at you with at insatiable place.

izuku craves to make you feel nothing but ecstasy, working his pink muscle hard against your walls that clamp down on his tongue while yours runs laps between the dribbling tip of his iron hot length. inhaling sharply, you force yourself to take more of deku down your throat, listening out for the tears that sting in his emerald eyes wen you swallow around him. You hum with sweet victory when his breathing stutters and hips jump up with excitement.

you’re both close, sensitive from the time you’ve spent away from one another, but neither of you can find it in yourselves to care. the room rises with temperature at every step you take towards orgasm, deku taking your cheeks in large, calloused palms and spreading you apart to spit directly into your hole. you swear on your life you’d never known pleasure until you’d met izuku, as no matter how much time you’d been apart, he still knew all the little tips and tricks to get you going. where to hold you, how to touch you, what to say. he was always so focused on making you feel good.

your head bobs up and down with an inconsistent pace, each time, your tongue mapping out the veins on his girth that you’d come to know so well, hand’s fisting at balls and the rest of his cock that you can’t reach.

“i’m gonna…doll—puppy, i’m gonna cream in that mouth of yours… please,” a strangled cry. “i-is that okay?”

you tap his thigh once, your own little signal to let your boyfriend know it’s okay before continuing your work— letting drool pool in your mouth before spewing it onto his cock. deku pulls his tongue from inside of you, flicking it rapidly at your clit to bring you closer and closer to the edge, not wanting to cum without you. and he doesn’t, the cord that’s built up in your stomach finally snapping.

white flashes behind your eyes as you gush all over izuku’s face, drenching his freckled cheeks and painting his innocence with a layer of your honeyed sin. Your lover follows shortly after, filling your mouth to the brim with a heavy load that tastes of him and only him. a taste that you could fall in love with every single day. “baby,” you giggle after letting go of his cock with a satisfying ‘pop’, heat spreading beneath your skin as you take note of the slight shine to the green haired student’s face. “think you made me squirt!”

“guess i did! you’re always so cute when you squirt for me, yn,” and like the messy boy he is, midoriya wipes his mouth on the back of his hand ( always a poor eater, couldn’t keep his meal in one peace ) before peeking at you from over your quivering and arched back. izuku smiles proudly at his handy-work of your messy cunt, radiating a billion rays of sunshine and your heart clenches in your chest. you hate how cute he looks when you’re in such a lewd and compromising position, like he hadn’t just fucked you dumb under the mistletoe. “should’ve been on my dick ’n not m-my tongue though...”

“i wouldn’t be opposed to another round, if you aren’t.”

“like hell i could say no to being inside you after a whole month of waiting, doll.”

you roll your eyes, but wiggle your hips back into your boyfriend’s face nonetheless. “then dick me down deku, destroy me.”

with your boyfriend’s help, you manage to crawl off of his lap and wait patiently on your knees as he stands. izuku beams down at you, a hundred and one words of love written in his eyes that glow warmly under christmas lights before he pets your head and reaches for your hands to help you stand on shaky legs.

the first kiss you share after this is gentle and sweet, even while your tangled fingers are set free and deku’s large hands are once again on your waist, rubbing small circles into the skin of your hips as he backs you into the nearest wall. you simper at the taste of yourself on his tongue and allow him to hoist you up by the backs of your thighs— locking your ankles at the centre of his back and just above bis bum— all the while keeping you pressed against the wall.

the outline of izuku’s length presses hotly against your weeping slit, his lips still slotted against yours in a slow liplock while his tip smears the remains of his seed across your clit and between your folds. you feel your boyfriend’s arms quiver around you as he slowly begins to sheath himself within your spamming pussy— jolting away from his lips, your mouth falls open in a weak moan and the green eyed boy quickly follows you, copying the movement of your lips as his sweaty forehead meets your own and your gazes align sweetly. “doll…” he mumbles brokenly, letting you adjust to the push of his cock against your walls. “been so long since i felt you like this…”

your fingertips reach out and graze his shoulders, hot breath fanning out between your bodies as izuku’s cock reaches the hilt inside of you. he stills. “move baby, can’t wait anymore— “

izuku midoriya doesn’t need to be told twice when it comes to fucking you; finally making the move to bottom out inside of your pussy. heat blossoms in your heart and your glistening mound as your lover gently rolls his hips against yours and the way he feels reminds you that your mind, body and soul belong to him and him only.

although you are finally together, moving as one against the wall in your shitty college apartment, you crave for izuku to fill you to the brim and reach up to tug at mossy locks in order to bring him impossibly closer.

you don’t dare close your eyes as deku sets the pace, not even as your gaze on him flutters, you want the image of his blushed and blissed out face imprinted to into the back of your mind forever, you want the sounds of struggled whimpers and skin slapping against skin to become the tune of your memories. you want your senses to be filled with him always and forever as make love against tinselled ceiling rails and mistletoe above your heads. all you can think is more, more, more. more of him, more of izuku.

“focus on me, puppy,” izuku reminds you, grinding his pelvis against you every time his hips canter into you. his cock grazes the entrance of your womb, leaking into you like a cocktail of your arousals. but the neediness behind his words makes you blink away the glassiness in your eyes, locking your arms and legs around him tighter and grinding your hips down to meet the drive of his cock into your spongy g-spot. “your cute lil hole’s still so tight, nice ’n moulded into the shape of my cock— made to take me, right?” your boy babbles, tripping over his sentences through the saliva on his tongue.

the feeling has you stirring against your boyfriend’s length, his now rapid pace sending your teary eyes rolling and you mewling. “made for you ’n only you ‘zu, please don’ stop…” is all you can say, mind breaking as midoriya’s hands drop between your joined bodies to draw lazy shapes into your puffy nub, the movements silky due to the mild mix of juices coating your sexes.

each thrust from your lover sends you a little bit up the wall, head of his cock catching tastefully along the ridges of your velvety walls— the way your pussy feels inside drives izuku to the brink of insanity, you’ve always been able to take him so well and he missed the way your cute face curled into expressions of desire all for him. you’re so pretty, so intoxicating and he’s so happy to have you back in his arms.

“s-such a good girl for me, yn…fucking hell puppy,” izuku punctuates each of his toe curling thrusts with stuttered cries of your name, angling his hips upwards to hit your g-spot over and over. everything feels so sloppy, tainted with signs of your love but as the knot in your stomach begins to unravel, you couldn’t care less. “gonna make you mine, gonna fill you up and make you my fucking puppy.”

“’m already yours, always will be zuku,” you manage to speak, clenching down on him and letting out an almost pornographic moan as deku drills into you with the last of his strength.

he nods against your foreheads that remain pressed together, staring at you with adoration written across his seafood eyes. “love you, doll…love you s’much, you did so well baby…cum for me now…” izuku mumbles out, hissing slightly as your grip on his hair tightens to yank him down for one final searing kiss.

tears of heavenly pleasure roll down your cheeks as he swallows your final moan, his words pushing you right over the edge and into an earth shattering orgasm. “c-cumming!” you squeal so loud that you’re sure the neighbours can hear, while you lose control and pulse around midoriya’s scalding cock. the world of colour flashes behind your eyes— release splattering out against your boyfriend’s pelvis and the floor. “mnnn, izuku! i love you, please…”

you’re begging now, your sloppy pussy coaxing him along to his own release while deku relentlessly fucks into you. his chest rumbles with every one of his whimpers and groans, cock pushing you into overstimulation while he snaps his hips into you.

“ohh i love you…gonna cum, gonna cum— fuck, puppy—!” he sobs pathetically, dropping his head to your neck as his teeth clamp down on your bare skin to silence himsel. your tired body is forced up the wall while izuku tumbles into his own orgasm, sweltering seed splashing up inside your abused cunt. he slows to a grind, creaming inside you and painting your insides white as snow— panting with you until your breathing calms down.

the pair of you sink to the floor again, still in one another’s embrace as exhaustion sweeps over your limbs. before you know it, izuku is giggling sweetly against your lips, pressing grateful kisses along your neck and jaw while you fiddle with his baby hairs on the nape of his neck— still trying to catch your breath.

“t-that,” he sighs, nothing but love and adoration cushioning his gaze on you as you settle in his lap. you squirm at feeling so full, his cum dripping out of your fluttering hole but find yourself getting comfortable soon after. “that was so good, i missed you, yn, really.”

you cup the boy’s freckled cheeks and hum, heart swelling at his slight confession. “i missed you more zuku, all of you, not just your dick.” you clarify your words, making light of the mess you’ve made.

izuku rolls his eyes but leans into your gentle touch nonetheless, faking a pout in order to get a kiss on the lips. “glad to know that my girlfriend still loves me, even when she’s been deprived of my godly cock for a month and a half.”

“i’ll always love you.” you say, leaning in to give him a slight peck on the lips.

“as will i.”

you both tilt your heads to complete the vow with a simple kiss when a cough cuts through the love filled atmosphere, making you and izuku jump right out of your skin. Immediately, your gaze scopes out the room, only to land on your child hood best friend— accompanied by both his girlfriend and boyfriend. fuck, you completely forgot about that.

“are you two done now?” katsuki drawls, still tucked into his winter jacket, while krishima covers his girlfriend’s eyes with a free hand, the other occupied by her luggage from her flight. she still offers you an awkward smile and a wave.

“k-kacchan! haven’t you ever heard of knocking?” deku squeaks, wrapping his arms around you to pull you into his chest and at least protect some of your decency. it’s nothing bakugou nor kirishima haven’t sen before ( it’s not the first time you’ve been caught like this ) but you allow yourself to fall into izuku’s protective embrace anyways— heated embarrassment prickling underneath your skin.

your blonde roommate, however, is livid— staring you down with bloody eyes that speak tales of murder. “knock? knock? i fucking live here, you shitty nerd!” bakugou scolds, making you flinch and offer him a weak smile. eijirou by now has the decency to escort his girlfriend into his other partner’s room to gather some of his belongings, effectively leaving you and your boyfriend to face the wrath of your favourite angry pomeranian. the blonde turns to you. “and i thought i told you not to do anythin’ fuckin’ stupid while i was gone?”

“don’t yell at me! i didn’t know izuku was coming… literally and figuratively!” both boys groan at this, making you scowl. what? it was a good joke! “besides, i was just congratulating my boyfriend for winning no nut november, again. you should be used to it by now, suki.”

katuski looks between you both, annoyance sweeping his face before he pinches the bridge of his nose and huffs. “couldn’t you congratulate him somewhere else? somewhere, where i didn’t have to be blinded and traumatised for the rest of my shitty life.”

this time, it’s your boyfriend who speaks up, standing with you in his arms. deku smirks evilly, pointing to the little green plant above your heads. “no can do kacchan, it’s dick destroyer december and there was no better way to start it, than under the mistletoe.”

izuku turns swiftly on his heel and makes a dash towards your bedroom before your best friend can threaten to blow you up, presumably to fuck you in your bed for this next round.

“fuck you guys!” he curses you out, watching you go.

“we’re already on it, have a great christmas, katsuki!” you sing back, just a deku slams your door shut and drops you onto your bed— already crawling on top of you.

you’d have to thank katsuki someday for challenging izuku back in freshman year, because without his newfound love for november— you wouldn’t have discovered your guilty pleasure for dick destroyer december.

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Perfectly exasperating

Synopsis: You really disliked Zemo, but one person you disliked more? John Walker. After bonding over how you disliked him with Zemo, you have the unfortunate situation of running into John. He flirts, insults, and hurts you and Zemo is ready to put him in his place.

Word Count: 3.6k

Warnings/Tags: Use of swear words, John Walker being a dick, soft Zemo, protective Zemo

Author’s note: I was not intending this fic to come out as long as it did. This was one of the ones I had been putting off to write other stuff till I finally pulled myself around to writing it and ended up getting really into it. Funny how that happens.

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“Would you care for a Turkish delight?”

You bite the inside of your mouth in annoyance, refusing to even look at him. Instead of forcing your eyes to focus on a spot in front of you, not moving them in the slightest. Zemo waited for a few moments before sighing and turning away from you.

“You’ll eventually have to talk to me, y/n” he exclaims as he walks over to the kitchen side of the room. You were sitting in the safe house Zemo had provided. There wasn’t much to do, just sit and wait till the funeral started. Zemo sought to communicate to you to keep you two occupied, but you didn’t want to talk with him, so you didn’t. You just sat on the settee, staring at the sofa opposite you while Zemo walked around looking through the cupboards for food.

You were pissed when Bucky revealed he broke Zemo out of prison.

The avengers had been your family. Whenever you needed them Steve would be there to offer you advice, Tony there to make you laugh. Nat there to beat up whoever required it. Everything was wonderful in your life. For once. And he had ruined it.

He caused the family you loved to split, hate each other, and that left you alone. So alone. Losing both Tony and Steve made you more mad at Zemo. He robbed the last years you could have spent with them, so yeah, no wonder you refused to talk to him.

He loved to annoy you, though. Any moment he got he was beside you, creating sarcastic remarks about what was happening, trying to joke around with you. Trying anything to communicate with you. The worst of it was when he insisted you had to be his date on the mission in Mandripoor. Feeling his arm wrap around you, a kiss to your temple, the smell of his cologne flooding you, drawing you in. It pissed you off knowing how easily you fit into the role of his date. Yet you knew deep down why. Every time he made a snide remark, you had to bite your tongue to stop making one back. Every time he tried to joke with you, it took all your effort not to snort. You hated him and everything he does, yet you could sense a fondness growing for him, just a slight one, in the deepest corner of your heart. Left there to be locked away. Never acknowledged.

“So, the new Captain America, huh? What’s he like?” you hear Zemo ask, leaning on the counter of the kitchen table, his eyes burning into the side of your head.

You feel bile rise to your mouth as he spoke.

John Walker.

John fucking Walker.

If you hated Zemo, you despised John Walker. Just thinking of him brought a scowl to your lips. Steve meant everything to you. He was a father figure to you. He stood for all you believed in. He was your hope, your light in the darkness. And John Walker seemed to tarnish it. You wouldn’t have minded him if he was a different mascot for America. If he became America’s new hope. It was the fact that they called him Captain America. That he had the shield. The title belonged only to Steve. He claimed he wasn’t trying to replace Steve, but that is what he was doing. Him being called Captain America felt like a spit on Steve’s memory. People would forget him, everything he did for the country he loved. They would only focus on John Walker, and you detested that.

You didn’t blame Sam for giving away the shield, unlike Bucky. You could understand why he did it. That shield held such a responsibility, such a legacy it seemed impossible to ever live up to. No, you blamed the people who took the shield away from the museum. Without Sam’s permission. They should have asked Sam. But of course they didn’t care. They didn’t care at all.

“I see by your reaction that your impression of him isn’t a pleasant one,” Zemo says, bringing you out of your thoughts and back to reality.

“Have you met him?” he asks

You try to hold back your opinion, but John Walker made you so frustrated, you knew if you didn’t rant about him you would burst.

“Yes. He’s a dick,” you spit out

Zemo quickly straightens up, surprised you actually answered one of his questions.

“Oh? Are you finally speaking to me.” he inquires, walking around the kitchen counter towards you.

“Don’t push your luck” you mutter, side eyeing him as he sits down opposite you. Sam and Bucky were out leaving you alone with Zemo. At the moment you were all waiting till the funeral. Zemo claimed there were a few hours to kill before everyone had to gather. Sam and Bucky decided to check out the town, make sure they knew it well in case a situation occurred where we had to dash. They had forced you to babysit Zemo.

“No, no, I like to hear you talk. Please, if talking about how this new Captain America is a dick is how I get you to speak to me, then let’s continue.” Zemo says, pouring out a glass of whisky for you and him. He holds the glass out to you, an eyebrow raised. You sigh, grabbing the glass out of his hand and drank, feeling the warmth creep up your throat. Zemo chuckles as he watches you, leaning back on the sofa, his arms resting on top of it.

“My, my. The man must be terrible if just the thought of him is making you talk and accept drinks from me,”

“He’s so infuriating! He thinks because he is Captain America he can stick his nose in other people’s business!”

“Ah, so he is one of those people. Doesn’t understand boundaries. How rude,”

“And get this, he got annoyed at us! Telling us we should stay out of his way when he is the one getting in our bloody way!”

“No” Zemo fake gasps

“Yes!” you exclaim, going into a rant, “I can’t even bear to call him Captain America. He doesn’t deserve to be called that. His actual name is John Walker. He claimed he wasn’t trying to replace Steve, but that is exactly what he is doing! And how he talks to me as well. He’s so condescending, treating me as if I am a kid while trying to compliment me and act like he’s all that in front of me,”

Zemo’s eyes narrow and he places the glass down on the table between you two, “You mean he flirts with you?”

“If you could call that pathetic excuse flirting. I suppose. It pisses me off though,”

“I can imagine. He sounds nothing like what Steve was. Nothing like his legacy,”

It was your turn to narrow your eyes, watching Zemo curiously. “I assumed you hated Steve”

“I never hated him. No. I can admire what he stood for, I just find unrealistic. All superheroes are flawed. Innocents will consistently be collateral damage while superheroes are allowed to exist.”

You stare at Zemo, amazed. Not realising the silence you were making. You had always thought he hated Steve. It always seemed that way. Yet he didn’t? Knowing he didn’t hate the guy you always viewed as a father figure mattered to you. And you don’t know why.

Zemo stared back at you. He was studying your eyes, trying to figure out what you were thinking. He didn’t realise what he thought about Steve would have affected you, but it appears he was wrong.

“Don’t worry y/n we’re back and guess what! We found your fav-” Sam shouts, opening the doors of the room and strutting in but he pauses, noticing you and Zemo staring at each other from the sofa’s. “What’s going on here?”

Zemo is the one to pull out of the eye contact trance, smirking as he looks over at Sam, “We were just discussing John Walker.”

Bucky who had followed Sam in grounded at hearing Zemo utter that name. “Perhaps you two would like a drink and join us in considering how much of a dick he is?” Zemo asks, raising his glass to them.

A few hours later you walked down the street following Zemo to find his associate. You didn’t appreciate how secretive he was being, but you understood it. He had many people who wanted to get him, and the second he wasn’t useful to us. He would be doomed.

“It’s too dangerous for you guys to be pulling this shit” you hear a whiny voice shout. Peering up, you notice John Walker and his sidekick ‘Battlestar’ or whatever jogging down the steps towards you.

“Ah! How did you find us now” Bucky shouts with his arms raised, striding towards them.

“Come on. You really think three Avengers can walk around Latvia without drawing attention,” his friend responds.

“No more keeping us in the dark,” John mutters angrily

Zemo, who you were walking besides, turns his head to you, “I understand what you mean by infuriating”

You chuckle as John looks angrily between you two, “You can start by telling us why you broke him out of prison,”

“He did that himself technically” Bucky replies, and Zemo grins at you, as if bragging about it.

“Aw, this better be an unbelievable explanation-” John Walker exclaims, reaching up to you.

“Hey take it easy before it gets weird,” Sam suggests, interrupting John.

“I know where Karli is,” Zemo reveals to John Walker, his seductive accent sticking out from the rest of them. He tries to walk past John. You, Bucky and Sam follow, but John stops him, placing a hand on his chest.

Zemo glares ahead, disgusted at John for even daring to touch him.

“Well, where” he says, getting into Zemo’s face

“All we know is, it’s a memorial so we are going to intercept her there,” Sam adds, trying to defuse the tension.

Zemo grabs John Walker’s hand and pushes it off him, striding forward again, and you jog to catch up with him.

“See why I call him a dick now,” you whisper

Zemo smirks, looking back at you, “Yes. He’s perfectly exasperating”

“What? No. Wait. No! No! Stop. Hold on. Stop. Okay?” John exclaims running forward and stopping you all in your tracks again after something Sam had said. “I think we are way past reasoning with her”

Zemo just stares ahead, fed up with John while you groan in annoyance. Not being able to even bring yourself to look at the man in front of you.

They argue for a few moments while you and Zemo stand idly to the side, Zemo glances at you rolling his eyes making you giggle. You smack his arm slightly trying to get him to stop making you laugh, but that only makes Zemo chuckle along with you. Eventually they calm John down but he glares over at Zemo, “We will deal with you later.”

“I’m sure it will all come to an agreeable conclusion” Zemo says, gesturing with his hands. He walks ahead, searching for his associate while John Walker moves beside you. You try to pick up your pace, but he keeps up.

“So working with a criminal now. Not very avengery like. I thought Zemo hated Steve. I wonder what Steve would think of you working with him,” he mutters peering at you.

“Need I remind you-you are also working with him now,”

“Come on, darling, don’t be like that,” John responds grinning, placing his palm on your back.

“Get your hand off me” you growl scowling at him

“Most women would fawn over me” John cockily resorts, still not removing his hand

“She asked you to remove your hand” you hear Zemo state, glancing over you see he had stopped walking forward, turned around and was now glaring at John. “Do I need to remove it for you?” he says angrily.

John frowns at Zemo. Finally, taking his hand off you and striding up to Zemo. Zemo tilts his head, his jaw clenching in fury as he stares at John.

“You are nothing but a dirty criminal. Don’t think for a second you can talk to me like that,”

“I will when you are being rude and disrespectful towards a lady,”

John scoffs, peeking over to you, then back to Zemo. Everyone else was standing to the side, not sure if they should intervene or not.

“What did she suck you off or something?”

Chaos ensured.

Bucky and Sam had to leap forward to stop Zemo from launching onto John while Battlestar had to hold John back. “Too far man, too far” he muttered to John

Zemo was snarling at John, his teeth bared in rage. His hair had fallen loose from their usual position and was hanging down over his forehead, giving him a more wild look. The vein in his neck stood out, twitching. His eyes were raging with fire as he looked at John. He kept trying to push past Bucky and Sam to get to John, but eventually gave up knowing it was futile.

You were standing at the side, shocked that John would have the ego to say something like that and at Zemo’s rage towards John for saying it. John adjusts his head. Not looking you in the eyes, but looking in your direction. “I’m sorry. I shouldn’t of said that”

Pulling your senses together, you walk up to John, glaring at him. “Yeah, you damn well shouldn’t have. You’re a dick. Nothing like Steve. You never will be,”

John wrinkles his nose in anger, frowning at your remark. You walk over to Zemo now that Bucky and Sam had let go of him. You give him a nod, showing your appreciation, and he nods back, though still glaring at John.

“Who I choose to associate myself with is none of your business. Who I choose to suck off is none of your business. Perhaps you can go fuck yourself and learn a bit of decency,” you spit at him.

A brilliant thought crosses your brain for another way to twist the dagger of your dislike into John. You reach out and grab onto Zemo’s hand, clasping it.

The action causes everyone to turn wide eyed to you. Including Zemo. He glances down at your hand in his then back to yours, surprise in his gaze but he immediately covers it up turning back to John smirking. He turns to behind himself, then back to the group.

“My associate is up ahead,”

You all turn to look forwards and see a little girl staring at you. Walking forward again, gripping his hand, Zemo nods to the girl as you all approach.

“Hello my friend,”

He holds out some money, a lot by the looking of it, and says to her, “This is for your family”

The girl hastily snatches it, obviously in need of it, and you can’t help but feel your heart warm a bit, seeing how kind Zemo was being to her.

“Can you show us the way?”

She beckons with her hands and walks forward. Zemo looks back at you, nodding to make sure you were okay, then follows her.

“What the hell” John murmurs from behind.

Following the girl, she leads you to a building. She turns, pointing inside a doorway, and runs inside not to be seen again.

“Karli’s in there,” Zemo tells the rest of the group. Sam replies and heads inside to talk to her while John suddenly grabs Zemo’s arm and yanks him against the machine on the wall.

Zemo moans as he is shoved into it, the hard outer piece hitting into his chest roughly.

“Hey. You’ve got ten minutes” John shouts to Sam as he takes out a pair of handcuffs and attaches them to Zemo.

“Really” Zemo mutters as John cuffs him to the machine.

“Then we are doing things my way,” John declares ignoring him

“Aggressive” Zemo jokes, though from his eyes you could still see the anger he harbors towards John.

He twists his head to watch John stride forward, staring at Sam, then back to him. “But I get it”

You wander over to stand by Zemo as you wait for Sam to talk to Karli.

“This day has brought a lot of changes. This morning you refused to say a single thing to me and now just moments ago you were holding my hand,” Zemo speaks quietly to you.

You shoot him a glare, “I did that to agitate John,”

“Sure, that was the only reason” but you knew from his eyes he didn’t believe you. They sparkled with amusement as he looked down at you.

“That cuff must bother you” you mention glancing over at them.

“I don’t mind. I quite enjoy cuffs, in the right setting of course,” he quips.

You turn on your side, looking at him, your lips curling into a smile. If we are going to play that game, you thought.

“Oh, what setting would that be?”

Zemo’s smile deepened, enjoying seeing you play along, “I’m sure you would like to know”

“Do you have to do this here!” John exclaims, glaring at the two of you. You quickly step back from Zemo, forgetting that you two had company. Your eyes snap to Bucky’s with worry, but he wasn’t looking at you. He glared at the ground, not seeming to care what was happening between you and Zemo.

After that Zemo tried to engage you in conversation again but you effectively ignored him, going back to how you were treating him earlier, which you knew was frustrating him.

John was looking down at the shield, then squeezed the bridge of his nose with his fingers, panting. Both you and Zemo glanced up, watching him cautiously. You glanced at Zemo and he stared back, confirming you were both thinking the same thing about Walker.

He got up and started shuffling towards the doorway. Both you and Bucky eyed at each other for the first time with the same recognition in your eyes. You leave Zemo’s side to walk over to where John was.

“No, no, no. This is a bad idea,” John mutters as he paces around. Zemo watches him like a hawk while you and Bucky stand side by side, arms crossed.

“It hasn’t been ten minutes, John. Sit tight,” Bucky replies.

“Don’t do that. Don’t patronize me,” he spits back, pacing around.

“He knows what he is doing,” you reply

There’s silence for just a moment. You watch as John turns towards you and walks fast, hitting his fist against the shield, “I’m going in”

Bucky walks forward and places his hand on John, stopping him from moving further.

He tries to antagonise Bucky, trying to make him guilty for what could happen to Sam. And you could tell his words were influencing him.

“You will not be going in till ten minutes are up,” you state sauntering over to them

“Oh, so the whore has something to say,” John spits out

In the back, Zemo growls, tugging on the cuffs that connected him to the wall. You feel the outrage prick up on you as John’s remark.

“Don’t call her that” Bucky says, glaring at John

“She’s been openly flirting with the terrorist over there, so yeah, I think it’s appropriate to call her that,” John bites back

You rush forward, attempting to punch John in rage, but he was able to sidestep you and brings the shield up, connecting it harshly to the side of your head. Pain soars across your face as you fall down onto the ground. You groan, your eyesight going dark around the sides and black patches covering parts of what you could see.

“BASTARD” you hear someone shout with a beautiful accent. From the floor, you can’t make out much of what is going on. Someone with a metal arm attacking another guy. A man with a shield being attacked by a man in a trench coat. It was all too confusing for you. You just wanted to sleep.

You could feel yourself fading in and out. Your eyes begging to close. You could hear shouting. Someone talking.

Your head was raised. Someone was holding it in their hands. Your vision is blurry but as they get nearer your eyes could focus on them. Beautiful brown eyes, messy brown hair, cute thin lips. It was him.

“Y/n!?” Zemo shouted at you, “Y/n stay with me”

“My head hurts” you mutter to Zemo as he lifts you up, placing you against the wall. Slowly your eyesight came back, and you could see your surroundings. Only you and Zemo were left.

“Zemo, where is everyone?” you ask turning your head, but in doing so it makes you feel incredibly dizzy. You groan as Zemo places a hand on the side of your face to stop you moving.

“They went after the Sam,”

“I need to help them!”

“No, you need to stay here and recover,”

You look over at the wall then back to Zemo, “How did you get out of the cuffs?” you ask

“Ah well…” Zemo says and glances down at his hand, your eyes follow and widen seeing his hand, bruising covering it, his thumb sticking out at an odd angle.

“You broke your hand to get out!?”

“Well, I couldn’t let him get away with saying those things and hurting you,” Zemo mutters, smiling slightly but you could see the pain flickering in his eyes, “I gave him a well-deserved punch in the face”

You chuckle at the thought. Leaning forward, you kiss him lightly on his forehead, a gesture of you wanting to ease his pain. You move back just in time to see him looking at you, surprised, before your vision faded.

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stay with me | jjk

❝ maybe staying another night at your boyfriend’s isn’t such a bad idea ❞

[ PAIRING ] : jeon jungkook x reader

[ GENRE ] : established relationship au + smut and a smudge of fluff

[ WORD COUNT ] : 6k

[ WARNINGS ] : oral sex, some real good tongue technology on jungkook’s part, fingering, overstimulation, penetrative sex, creampie, LOTS AND LOTS of dirty talk, jk calls oc ‘baby’ and ‘pretty girl’ way too many times, oc worried that her bf is going to get tired of her, some mentions of anxiety, jk is the sweetest bf and even sweeter at sex, there is barely any plot and just a lot of sex im so sorry

[ AUTHOR’S NOTE ] : i'm on my period and i got horny and then this happened

masterlist | wattpad cross post | ao3 cross post

“No.”

Jungkook shuffles behind you, the bed moaning. “You don’t even know what I’m going to ask.”

You shake your head, failing to suppress your smile as you slip on your thong. However, it does little to hide you from him. Glancing at the mirror, you see him shamelessly stare at your ass, licking his lips before he meets your gaze through the glass with a boyish grin.

You turn around to face him. “You’re going to ask me to stay.”

Jungkook hums, eyes dancing across your bare skin, darkening. Heat rushes to your cheeks as he admires you, confidence swelling in your chest and you take a moment to admire him. He sits at the edge of the bed, naked and yours, white, silk sheets pooled around his lower abdomen.

Your eyes trace over his rigid muscles, and your fingers itch to touch him. Even under the dim light, he is beautiful with his dishevelled hair and swollen lips. You finally meet his gaze and swear your knees almost give out. Heat pools in your stomach when you see the hunger in his gaze, breath hitching in your throat. Your thighs press together reflexively and it doesn’t go unnoticed by him.

“Wrong.” Jungkook pulls you at you until you're straddling him. He cranes his neck to press butterfly kisses along your jaw. “I was going to ask you to not leave.”

“Baby.” You thread your fingers in his hair, tugging at the strands. “That means the same thing.”

“Don't care,” he hums, pressing a firm kiss against your lips. “Don’t go.”

His plea tugs at the strings of your heart. It’s hard to say deny him. It’s especially hard to deny him with his dick hard, prodding against your thigh and his lips coercing you to stay cocooned under the sheets with him. However, the anxiety that builds in your chest is overwhelming and the thoughts that kept you up the night before still linger.

“Jungkook.”

“Unless you’re telling me you're staying, I don’t want to hear it.”

You giggle, leaning down for a sweet kiss. Minutes pass by before you pull away with a burn in your lungs and clouded mind. He chases after your lips, but you tilt your head for his lips to press against the corner of your lips, to his reluctance.

“Baby,” you start, “I need to go home and get new clothes. I’ve spent the entire weekend here and now I have nothing to wear.”

“I like you naked, anyway.” He grins as you slap his chest, failing to bite back your smile. “You can wear my clothes.”

“I have no underwear left.”

“I have a laundry machine.” He traces every curve of your spine, sending shivers down your back. “You’ll have clean clothes tomorrow.”

You brush the long strands of his hair from of his face. “I could grab some new clothes and come back tomorrow.”

“It’s going to be dark soon,” he reasons, unhooking your bra with two fingers and you cock a brow. “Leave in the morning — after breakfast. Dangerous people come out at night, y’know? I don’t want anything bad happening to you.”

“You would’ve won me over with that one if you didn’t unhook my bra,” you remark, pinning him with a look.

“Really? Wait, lemme redo that—!” You let out a heartfelt laugh, throwing your head back and he grins. “Seriously, don't go. I don’t want you walking outside late at night.”

“The sun’s only about to set, I can get home before it gets too dark.”

Jungkook’s brows pinch together, lips curling downwards. “You’re trying so hard to leave. Why?”

Your heart misses a beat and you pray he doesn’t notice the hesitation in your eyes as anxiety swells in your chest. Your worries flood your mind as a reminder as why you must leave.

“You're going to get sick of me if I don't give you some space.”

“I could never get sick of you,” he retorts, holding you closer with a shake of his head. “And I don't need space from you. Wanna keep you in my arms forever.”

Your gaze softens on him and his cheeks are coloured pink. “Kook.”

“I don’t want you to leave — not tonight.” He presses hot, open-mouthed kisses against the column of your throat. “Want you to stay with me.”

You indulge in the idea; one more night. You could stay one more night. You could. However, the fear in your chest does not allow for it. You’re scared — worried if he spends every waking moment with you he’ll soon get tired of you. Perhaps it’s a stupid thought considering you’ve been dating for over a year now, but the dread still lingers. No matter how much you reason with it, it haunts your thoughts — keeps you awake in the middle of the night even as he rests in your embrace.

He drags you from your reverie, pressing a kiss against the sweet spot under your ear and you let him have his way for now.

“Don’t go,” he says again in a whisper, pleading with his eyes. “Please. I want you to stay.”

Before you can answer he leans down to press his lips against yours. His lips meld with your own in a fervent kiss, his hand trailing down your body and tracing the curve of your ass, as he presses himself against your core. You roll your hips against him as the kiss becomes more sloppy and desperate with every press of him against you. Waves of pleasure shoot down to your core, your pussy clenching around nothing.

“Jungkook,” you moan.

His lips trail down the underside of your jaw, pressing a wet kiss against your pulse. A coil of desire begins to tighten at every nudge of his shaft against your nerves, nails digging into the skin on his back in response.

“Ngh — Jungkook, please,” you urge as presses his hips against yours, applying pressure to your bundle of nerves.

“Please, what, baby,” he hums, smirking against your skin. “Use your words.”

“Touch me. Please, ah,” you moan, throwing your head back against the pillow. “Need you to touch me.”

He throws your unhooked bra to the side. Bringing a hand to wrap around your breast, he squeezes it adoring how soft and pliant you are under his touch. You arch your back as his tongue flicks against your perked nipple.

“Are you sure?” He asks, his warm breath fanning across the pebbled bud on your breast. “Thought you had to go, hm?”

“Jungkook—!”

“I won’t stop until I’m satisfied,” he says, hoarse, searching your eyes for an answer. “I won’t let you go until you’re begging me to stop. Do you want that?” He rolls grinds his cock against your core, groaning. “Won't stop ’til I feel your hot, tight pussy milk me for every last drop. Ah, wanna feel you fall apart on my cock, see you all pretty and full of my cum, hear you beg for more and more until you break.”

You gasp at his vulgar words, the hot, white coil tightening in your stomach. You wish so badly for him to be inside of you when you clench around nothing. His lips wrap around your perked nipple, licking and biting you, eliciting the sweetest of moans from your lips as his tongue swirls around your bud.

Your thread your fingers through his hair, pulling at the strands at the nape of his neck how he likes it. He moans against you as you continue to experimentally roll your hips against him, desperate for some friction — for him.

“Do you want that, too, baby?” He asks, leaving a trail of kisses up the valley between your breasts. “Means you can’t go home though. You’ll miss your train if you let me do the things I want.”

“Are you sure you’re not going to get tired of seeing me every day?”

You try to laugh, but your voice comes out strained and full of worry. It doesn't sound like a joke as you hoped, voice shaking as you ask your question. Your heart thunders in your chest and you wonder if he can hear it.

Jungkook stills, his lips brushing against your collarbone. He pulls back to look at you, brows furrowed and eyes full of confusion.

“You think I’m getting tired of you?”

You look away from his piercing gaze and he doesn’t like it. Taking your face in his hands, he urges you to meet his eyes and you find yourself meeting his concerned gaze.

“Talk to me,” he says, softly.

You take a deep breath, eyes flickering to your hands resting against his chest. Mustering the courage to open up, you meet his gaze again as he patiently waits for your response, a thumb rubbing soothingly against the soft skin of your cheek.

“I—I’m scared that you're going to realize I’m not as great as you think I am,” you begin softly, voice shaking. “I’m worried if you spend too much time with me you'll get sick of me. I’m scared you’re going to get tired of me and leave me.” You pause, noticing the bewildered expression on his face. “I wanted to leave so I could give you space in case you wanted it. I didn’t — I don’t want to suffocate you.”

He’s silent for a long moment and you know it’s because he’s collecting his thoughts. However, a part of you still worries. You worry it's because he realizes he has grown tired of your presence. You worry he realizes that you have too much emotional baggage and doesn’t want to deal with it. You worry because you have a hard time accepting someone’s love.

“I haven’t done a good job at being your boyfriend,” he starts and your eyes widen, “if you’re thinking I’m going to get sick of you.”

“No,” you reply immediately, cupping his face. “It's not you. It’s my insecurities — my anxiety. You’re more than perfect. You say and do all the right things, Kook. I just… I’m scared one day you’re going to get tired of me — tired of constantly reassuring me, sick of having me around all the time and clinging to you.”

You’ve talked to Jungkook about it before. He knows about the thoughts that keep you up at night — the worries that gnaw at you until you’re in tears. He knows and he stays. He tries to help you in every way he possibly can. He holds you when you need it, whispers reassuring words, comforts you no matter when or where. He’s there for you in every possible way because he loves you.

But sometimes your anxiety gets the best of you — especially when it comes to him.

“Baby,” he starts and it’s hard to meet his eyes, “I will never get tired of you. I will never get sick of you.”

“You don’t know that—!”

He cuts you off, “But I do. I know because I can’t get enough of you. I don’t think I ever will. Every moment you’re not with me all I want is you. All I can ever think about is you. You drive me crazy and you don’t even know it. All I ever want is you beside me, in my arms, in my house with me. I always want you right beside me — right where you belong.” A pause. “You know I love you, right?”

“I love you, too.” Your response is almost immediate and he smiles, leaning to press a soft kiss against your lips.

“Do you know how much I love your laugh?” You’re silent. “Do you know how much I love making you smile; how much I love waking up beside you and falling asleep with you in my arms. How much I adore your victory dances when you win games and your snoring—!”

“Hey!” You complain, but there’s a smile curling on your lips to match his.

“I love you so much — every single part of you — I couldn’t possibly ever get sick you. I love you so much I don't ever want to let you go.”

Hesitantly, you look at him and let the sincerity of his words sink in. His eyes are full of adoration for you and your heart is enveloped by a sudden warmth only he can elicit in you. Lifting your hand between your bodies and extend your pink finger to him.

“Promise?”

He doesn't hesitate to wrap his small finger around yours before sealing the promise with a sweet kiss. “Promise.”

“Okay,” you say, gnawing on your bottom lip. “I wasn’t being too clingy this weekend? I wasn’t bothering you or being annoish—!”

“I’m going to stop you before you say more things I don’t like.” He smothers your face in his hands, eyes narrowed. “Remember, I wanted you here this weekend, too. And I want you to spend another night because I love you and I’m going to miss you when you’re gone.”

“Okay,” you murmur, shyly. “I’ll stay the night.”

“Good. I want my pretty girl beside me,” he chuckles under his breath, tucking a loose curl behind your ear. You notice his eyes grow softer, an emotion you cannot decipher hidden behind the awestruck in his eyes that leaves butterflies in its wake. “Move in with me.”

You blink. “What?”

“I—!" His eyes are wide as if he didn’t expect himself to say the word himself. His eyes flicker downwards before they meet yours again with purpose. “I want you to move in with me.” A deep breath. “My apartments too big for just one person and I miss you whenever you’re gone. You spend more time here than you do at your own place anyway. Move in with me.”

You search eyes and all you're met with is sincerity. “Are you sure?”

“Yea,” his smile is soft but it makes your heart swell. “Yea, I'm sure. I’m tired of waking up every morning and not having you beside me.”

“Moving in?” You ask, uncertainly.

“I’ve been meaning to ask you for a while, but I wasn’t sure if you were ready. And you don’t have to give me an answer tonight or tomorrow. I want you to think about it and if you’re not ready, that’s okay because I’ll wait for you. You’re worth the wait.”

“Kook—!"

“I already know I want to spend the rest of my life with you, ___.” Your eyes widen at the declaration and his cheeks are coloured pink despite the bright smile on his lips. “I know we’re not there yet, but I want you every single day for the rest of my life. So while I wait for you to be my wife, I want to move in with you.”

Jungkook momentarily stills before he realizes the soft pressure against his lips is your own, smiling into the kiss as he closes his eyes. He kisses you tenderly and sweet, but there is desperation behind them. You’ve kissed Jungkook thousands of times but he still makes your head dizzy as he slips his tongue between the seams of your lips. You’re not sure how long you stay like that, your fingers tangled in his hair and his own pulling you closer towards him.

He pulls back first, a string of saliva connecting you before he places another firm kiss against your lips. “Was that a yes?”

“Yea,” you breathe, grinning. “Yea, it was.”

He flips you onto the bed with practiced ease, your back hitting the mattress as he hovers over you. You giggle as he places butterfly kisses all over your neck and shoulder.

“I love you so much,” he breathes, face hidden in the crook of your neck. “My pretty, pretty girl.”

“Jungkook.”

“Yes.”

“I want to cum.”

He laughs, pulling away. “Shameless, too.”

He leaves a trail of kisses down your body until he’s a hair's breadth from your cunt. His fingers brush against your closed slit, arousal leaking through the flimsy material as he presses against your core. Your breathing becomes erratic when he presses a kiss against your clothed lips.

“Baby — fuck.” Your eyes roll back as he drags his tongue to your clit, the friction from the fabric on your nerves driving you crazy. “St-stop, agh, teasing.”

“You’re not in the position to make rules, baby,” he says, rubbing against your clothed clit. “I’m going to take my time with you — have you begging for me to taste your cunt. And when you do, I’ll use my tongue to lick every little drop of sweetness from your pussy. Make you come on my mouth over and over until you’re begging me to stop.”

You whine, “Please.”

He teases you, moving your underwear aside just enough to lick a long stripe from your pussy to your clit. Groaning, he meets your eyes as your underwear slides back in place.

“You taste so good, baby,” he purrs, pressing a kiss against your thigh. “And you're so fucking wet. Bet I could slide right into you.” His fingers are back on you, brushing against your clit but not enough to do anything. “You want me, baby?”

Your arch your back in response to his next ministration. “Yes.”

His touch is gone just like that and you whine, brows furrowed in frustration. He snaps the waistband of your thong against your skin with a smirk.

“Beg.”

“Jungkook—!”

You’re about to complain, but he cuts you off. “Beg or I’ll fuck myself using that pretty mouth and leave you dry. Tell me, baby, how bad do you want me?”

“Please, baby, I need you.” Your hooded eyes meet his heated gaze. “Need your fingers, mouth, cock — you. I need you so bad. Wanna feel you so bad, please.”

“Could be better,” he muses before he presses a kiss against your clothed core. “But I’m impatient.” He taps your hips. “Up.”

Helping you out of your underwear, he brings his face towards your core, blowing against your opening. His nose brushes against your thigh as he places another kiss against the soft skin, hooking your legs over his shoulder.

“You’re soaking and I’ve barely touched you.”

You hum, contentedly when his tongue brushes against your slit. “All for you.”

“My pretty girl,” he rasps, nose brushing against clit. “So wet and needy for me.”

Before you can complain again you feel his hot, wet tongue press harshly against your lips before he drags it up to your clit. He swirls the rosy muscle on your clit, teasingly until your moaning and breathless. Without warning, his lips envelop around your throbbing bud, sucking in full force you scream his name as your hips buck. Warm hands hold your waist down as he hums, tongue licking against your entrance again. For a moment he dips inside you, moaning at the taste of your sweetness before going back to suck at your clit the way you love it and you see stars behind your lids.

He repeats the motion over and over, swirling his warm tongue around your swollen bud and sucking it in a way that has you forgetting your own name. Against your slick lips, he whispers praises, before he slips two fingers into your warm cavern and curling his fingers inside you.

“O-oh, fuck—!” you gasp, fingers tangled in his hair. “Don — mmngh — don’t stop, ngh.”

“Gotchu,” he grins when he finds your sweet spot. “Does it feel good, baby?”

“S-so good.” Your nails scrape against his scalp and he emits a low groan. “So fucking good, fuck.”

His fingers continue their onslaught at a new pace, brushing roughly against the spot that leaves you breathless. His lips are back on your clit like a hot suction and you scream out from the overwhelming pleasure.

“So fucking tight,” he muses, pressing a kiss against your bud. “Your pretty cunt's taking my fingers so well, baby. You sound so pretty while I fuck you with my fingers, but you sound prettier when you cum, you know that?”

Your head is spinning from euphoria, ecstasy and the lack of oxygen, but it doesn't matter — not when he's bringing you closer and closer to your release.

“Mngh — J-Jungkook!” He sets a new violent pace that leaves you overwhelmed as he hits your sweet spot. His name falling out your lips like a broken record while he licks at your juices, groaning against your cunt when you fist his hair and pull him closer to you. An electrifying coil in your lower abdomen tightens, building further when his ministrations bring you closer and closer to your peak. You clench around his fingers, bucking your hips further into his hand, whimpering as you say, “God, yes — ngh, fuck. I’m so close.”

“Cum for me.”

Euphoric pleasure slowly, yet surely floods through your body, his lips enveloped around your sensitive bud as he curls his fingers against your soft spot. With one last flick of his tongue, you fall off the euphoric cliff as he laps at your juices. He presses harsh, but sure circles against your clit with his thumb as you ride out your orgasm. Your hip spams, thighs trembling as he coaxes you through an indescribable, mind-blowing release that leaves your vision white.

His lips don’t leave your nether regions, wincing at the oversensitivity. You tug at his strands of hair but he shakes his head.

“Not done with you yet,” he whispers, licking the fruits of his efforts once his fingers slip out of your dripping cunt. “Wanna have you crying my name. Wanna show you how much I love you. Will you let me?”

You lift your head from the pillow, leaning on your elbows as you sit up. He holds your stare, smirking before he flattens his tongue and drags it up your slit to your sensitive bud and you shudder. His grip on your thighs tightens to keep you in place before he lowers his head between your thighs, the hot suction back on your clit.

“Agh, Kookie.” You throw your head back, chest heaving. “I’m too—” Gasp. “—sensitive.”

“You can take it.” A kiss against your nether lips. “Wanna show you how much I want you — how much I love the taste of you. I’m not letting you go until you’re begging me to stop. You up for that? Want me to remind you how good I can make you feel?” He dips his tongue back in you and you hiss. “Can you be my pretty, little slut, baby, hm? You wanna make me happy, don’t you?”

“Y-yea.”

You feel him smile against your thigh. “Who does this pretty pussy belong to?”

“You.”

“That’s right.” A rewarding stroke his tongue. “This pussy belongs to me. You’re mine. This pussy is mine. Will you let me play with this pretty cunt, baby?”

He watches you with hunger in his eyes and the desire to have him use you as he pleases to seek his own pleasure overcomes you.

He brushes his tongue against your swollen nub, and you gasp, “Yes.”

“Pretty girl,” he hums and you’re immediately wrapped around his finger. “Do you want to be my perfect little slut?” You nod, meeting his heated gaze, a wolfish grin curling on his lips. “You're too good to me, you know that, baby?” He teases his tongue around your entrance, eliciting a whine from you. “My pretty girl.” Lips wrap around your clit and you scream, body falling limp against his sheets. “My perfect, little slut.”

And with that his tongue is on you, violently bringing you to another release. You are oxygen and he is a man deprived, burying himself deeper in your cunt. A growl emits from the back of his throat as you thread your fingers through his hair, your winces from oversensitivity shifting to moans of pleasure. He finds home between your thighs, reluctant to leave as he licks at every drop of sweetness you grant him. Jungkook brings you to release over and over until your tears stream down your face and you find it hard to take the pressure of his tongue against your overly-sensitive nerves.

With one last wave of pleasure washing over you, he pulls away. His cheeks are coated with a warm fuchsia, lips parted as he looks at your cunt with a predatory gaze. From his nose to his chin, he is covered in a sheen of your juices, eyes blown out as they meet your own.

He adores your fucked out expression, your chest heaving while you catch your breath. His tongue swipes at the remnants of your release on his swollen lips, the back of his hand wiping the excess off his chin before he leans down to catch you in a short kiss. When he pulls away, his eyes search yours for any sign that you want to stop, but he finds nothing.

“You did so well, baby,” he whispers against your lips. “How are you feeling?”

“You told me you would make me pretty and full of your cum.” His gaze hardens on you, dark eyes trained on your own. “‘M not full of your cum yet. Can you fix that?”

“Such a greedy slut.” A smile grows on his lips as he leans down to your neck, nipping at the skin. “I made you come on my mouth so many times, but you still want more. Greedy, needy slut.”

“For you.” You wrap your legs around his waist as you grind yourself against his dick. “Only for you.”

He groans, hips rolling in rhythm with yours. “You like being my slut?”

“I like being yours.”

He stills for all of a second before he breaks out into a grin, laughing as he presses a kiss against your lips. “You’re going to be the death of me.”

You wrap your arms around his neck and pulls his lips back on yours. As he leans towards you, his shaft presses against your folds. You’re barely able to focus on the kissing as you lose yourself in the overwhelming sensation as he grinds against you, coating his length with your juices.

A knot forms in your lower abdomen like a hot, tight coil wanting to snap. You can already feel yourself get needy at the feeling of his length against your folds, but before you can act upon it—!

“Tsk.” Jungkook clicks his tongue against his teeth as he catches you trying to slip his cock past your folds. “You want my cock?”

“Mhm,” you hum in a daze, eyes lazily meeting his. “Want you inside me.”

“It’s not going to be that easy, baby.” You furrow your eyes at that, mouth opening in protest. “Beg for it. Tell me how badly you want to be fucked by my cock.”

You frown. “That’s not happening—!”

There’s a teasing pressure against your pussy that makes you gasp, eyes rolling back as your mouth hangs open. A soft whimper escapes from you as he adjusts his cock to rub against you, mixing his pre-cum with your juices.

“What was that?” He asks, smirking and you glare at him through your lashes. “Don’t make this harder than it has to be. I can give you everything you want if you just—” he leans down until his lips brush against your ear, his finger grazing over your sensitive clit and you hiss, pushing your hips against his hands for more, “—beg.”

Again, you ignore his request but more so because he aligns his cock to prod against your cunt and you cannot focus on anything but your need to have him buried in you. You can feel the sudden weight in the pit of your stomach as you lick your lips.

“So hungry for my cock,” he grunts. “You want something to fill you up so good you forget your name, don’t you?”

“Yes,” you cry at the lack of attention on your sex. “Please.”

“Please what?” He asks, lips curling because he knows he has you exactly where he wants. “Words.”

“Please fuck me,” you give in, frustrated as your walls clench around nothing. You’re hungry for more — body craving more of what he’s willing to offer; of the undeniable pleasure he would provide if you just gave in. “God, I want your cock — need it. Need you to fill me up, need you to fuck me — nngh!” You moan, body going rigid against his as his head rubs against your swollen bud, fingers tweaking at your perked nipples. “Want you so bad, baby. Wanna be your perfect, little slut so bad. Have me however you want, I don’t care — do whatever you want to me. I don’t fucking care.” You grind yourself against him, chest heaving as the desire for him to fill you up becomes desperate. “Just fuck me, baby, please.”

“That’s my girl.” He rewards you with a kiss. “I’ll fuck you, baby. I’ll fill you up with my cock. Gonna bury my cock deep inside your slick cunt. Gonna stretch out your walls so good no other cock will be good enough for you — no other cock could ever fill you up like mine. No one will fuck you better than me.”

“That’s right, baby,” you urge. “Make me yours.”

Painfully, slow he slips his cock into your warm cunt, groaning. He’s big, in both length and grith, causing a slight burn accompanied by an abundance of pleasure. Moans fill the room as he fills you up to the brim, inch by inch until he no longer can. Your hot, slick walls clench around him and he groans, nuzzling his head into the crook of your neck.

“Stop that,” he growls, brows furrowed in concentration. “You’re so fucking tight, ah. If keep you do that I’m going to fucking blow my load.”

“Do your worst, baby,” you say, eyes hazy. “I want you to ruin me.”

He doesn’t need to be told twice, unsheathing himself from your cunt until the tip is nestled an inch within your entrance and then slams himself back into you. A lewd moan erupts from both of you as the stars decorate your vision. You arch your back, pressing your chest against his, eyes rolling back every time he sinks back into you. With each thrust and roll of your hips, he rubs himself against the spot that leaves ecstasy rushing through your veins.

“You’re so, agh, hot like this.” You can feel the pressure build in your stomach, the coil tightening with every brush of him against your sweet spot. “So hungry for my cock.”

“Feel so good in me,” you moan, watching as his dick slips in and out of your cunt. “Fill me up, ah, so good. Fuck, take what’s yours, baby.”

He visibly shudders at that before latching his lips on your perked nipple. His tongue laps around the perked bud on your breast, spare hand coming to knead the other before he swaps breasts.

You groan, dragging your nails down his back, sure to leave a mark. “Oh, fuck.”

Your eyes roll back as the head of his cock brushes roughly against the spot that has you seeing stars. He has your toes curling, his name coming out like a mantra as he ravishes your body, moaning into your neck. A knot of pleasure tightens, burning like a hot coil and he knows with the way you pulse around his dick that you’re so, very close.

You can taste the bits of your orgasm on the tip of your tongue, but it’s still not enough. You need so much more and he hears it in your pleas.

“Puh—please,” you breathe as you feel him press his lips against your pulse. “Hard—oh, my God.” You barely get the words out of your mouth before he’s ploughing into you with a force that knocks the air out of your lungs. “Ngh, like that, fuck. S-so good, baby. Feels so good.”

“Yeah,” he groans, biting your neck. “So good to me, fuck. Such a good fucking girl.” At that, you squeeze around him and he lets out another lewd moan. “You gonna cum?”

All you manage is a nod and a sharp breath of air. His hand slithers down your body to find your clit and he presses against it harshly, eliciting a hiss from you. It’s oversensitive from the multiple times he made you cum on his tongue, but he doesn’t care because he knows you love it. He’s quick to rub circles around the bud and smirks to himself at your vocal response.

“Don’t — ah — stop.” You feel the coil burn more, pleasure building in your body like rapid fire. So fucking close to your next release, even as the sensitive bud stings. “Gonna — ah — gonna cum.”

His lips are eager for yours, pressing against them in a searing, hot kiss as he tries to coax the orgasm from you with his sinful lips. You can taste yourself on him and hum. His release threatens to unravel before him, but he fights against it so he can feel you wrap around his cock when you cum. He lifts himself off you to admire the blissful look on your face as you slowly become undone before him.

“Pretty girl — ngh,” he whispers, hot breath fanning over your cheeks and you whimper. “All mine. Come — ah — for me, hm? Come all over my cock, baby.”

Sweat drips down both your bodies, your walls clenching around him as he fucks you hard. Every thrust leaves his head nudging against your sweet spot, clouding your vision white. A fire builds within you again, leaving you to gasp for air between every moan.

“Kook, I — ah, I can’t come—” Moan. “I can’t come again.”

Softly rubbing against your clit, he presses a chaste kiss on your lips. “You can take it. You’ve been such a good slut for me, tonight, baby. You can do it. Come around my cock for me.”

And with his words and one last thrust, the burning coil snaps, pleasure rushing through your body in euphoric waves. Your veins flood with ecstasy and he soon follows, his seed coating your walls. Overwhelming pleasure unravels within you both like a wildfire, spreading across your bodies as he continues his pace to ride out your highs. His lips find yours once again, pressing a lazy kiss against yours as you both ride out the last remnants of your orgasms.

Once he’s caught his breath, he slowly slips out of you, lifting himself to admire the way his seed spills out of your pretty cunt. You feel his cum spill out your cunt, down your thighs and onto the sheets beneath you.

“Such a pretty cunt,” he says aloud and your lips curl into a tired smile. “So dirty and full of my cum.”

He leaves the bed, heading towards the washroom to grab a warm cloth and you lay there, tired. Exhaustion seeps itself into your bones, lids heavy as they flutter shut. You don’t hear Jungkook return, but rather feel him when a warm cloth brushes against your swollen pussy, cleaning you up. He’s swift to clean you up the best he could before attending to himself and putting the rag away. Maneuvering over you, he brings the blanket over your bodies, nudging you to lay beside him.

“You were so good, baby,” he whispers as he pulls you closer towards him. “Always so good for me.”

“Mhm.”

He chuckles. “Are you tired?”

“Yea.” You nuzzle against his chest finding comfort in listening to his heartbeat. “I honestly could’ve knocked out after that first orgasm.”

He laughs, pressing a sweet kiss against your forehead. “Sleep. We have a long day tomorrow.”

“We do?” You furrow your brows. “Why? What’s tomorrow?”

“I’m gonna help you pack your boxes so you can move in by the end of the week.” You laugh along with him, throwing a leg over his own as you get comfortable. “Are you sure? You really ready to move in?”

Unable to hide your smile, you press a chaste kiss to his chest. “Yea, I’m sure.”

"You’ll be stuck with me for a long time,” he hums, exhaustion washing over him. “I won’t be letting you go for a while.”

"You better not.” Your smile quickly turns to a frown when you finally notice. “Jungkook?”

“Yea.”

“I'm hungry.”

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wri0thesley · 3 years

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nat something about toji drives me absolutely feral, can i have a scenario or something where he meets reader at a bar and they have a steamy one night stand i don’t know i just want this beeg beefy dilf to absolutely ruin my puthy (fem reader please!)

anon, i really hope you have a corruption kink

Favourite (So Far) - Toji x Fem!Reader (5k)

Toji sees you sitting alone at a bar; all quiet and soft and unsure, and absolutely begging to be ruined - and he decides he can help with that.

warnings: afab reader, fem pronouns. not sfw, mentions of murder. corruption kink, virgin reader, dacryphilia, fingering, coming inside, dirty talk.

Toji normally doesn’t bother lingering after he’s held up his end of the bargain, but the money is burning a hole in his pocket and the minute he’d left the body of the man he’d been hired to kill locked in the back office of the bar, he’d remembered you.

He estimates he’s got a good half an hour before anyone realises the man is dead. If they’d wanted him to clear up after himself, they should have written it in the contract – still, with how awkward you’d looked and how your eyes kept darting about the place, Toji is pretty sure he’ll have you away from the bar and with his arm around your waist in . . . ooh, ten minutes? Fifteen, at a push.

He knows your type.

You’re uncomfortable, watching your friends go off and flirt and dance – pulling at your skirt (you’re uncomfortable in that, too), tugging your thin shirt up to cover your chest, ordering something non-alcoholic and looking morosely at it. Your eyes avoiding when men try and catch your gaze, your posture tensing – he’s pretty certain that you do not want to be here, and Toji is going to offer you an alternative that he thinks you might prefer.

You don’t notice him until he’s right beside you (people never do), leaning in against your ear, one of his arms slapping on the bar beside you, caging you in on your barstool. You start, moving back, blinking your pretty eyes at him in clear surprise, your mouth a soft ‘o’ – ah. Toji can tell you’re the kind of girl who isn’t used to male attention, who doesn’t think that you’re anything special. Shy. Probably untouched-- he’s grinning at you, and he doesn’t miss the little swallow, the flash of interest in your eyes (girls like you always like the idea of getting involved in something a little dangerous)--

“Can I buy you a drink, sweetheart?”

The voice is rough and low and dark, startling you from your reverie. Your friends have all, indeed, long gone – after sighing at you that you’re no fun, that they shouldn’t have asked you to come out with them anyway – you’re surprised by the man it belongs to, all raven hair and piercing green eyes and a scar on his lip that your eyes can’t help but trace the line of – how does somebody end up with a scar like that?

“Oh,” you bluster, feeling embarrassed and unsure by the way he’s looking at you, the easy way he throws out the pet name, the casual authority he’s emanating by how you’ve been caged. “I’m-- I don’t really--”

He chuckles.

“Me neither,” he says. “Lemme get you somethin’ soft, then--”

It would be easier, he thinks, if you had agreed – if you’d been softened a little bit by the buzz of alcohol. Still, he knows that what he gives off is heady enough that you’ll come with him anyway – he doesn’t drink himself, so he’s not exactly going to blame you for wanting to keep your wits about you. Smart thing, for all of how vulnerable you look in a short skirt and high heels and a low-cut top. He’s ordered something for you before you can refute – you can’t deny to yourself that it’s nice. It’s nice to have someone be interested in you. It’s nice, too, that said someone is rugged and six foot something with corded veins and muscle in thick biceps and forearms.

You’re staring at him, and Toji allows it, letting his own gaze crawl across your pretty face, your body, the way the cheap lights of this dive are picking out the shine in your eyes and the gloss of your lipstick.

“What’s a cute little thing like you doin’ on her own somewhere like this?” He asks you, lifting the glass to his lips. You try not to stare at them, though your stomach is twisting. You shrug, awkwardly.

“I got dragged here by some friends,” you say, inclining your head towards the dance-floor, where your friends are very much living up to their earlier assertion that they were going to have a wild time and if you weren’t going to join in, then you could just wallow in your misery.

“Ah,” he raises his eyebrows, eyes briefly brushing over where you’d indicated before returning to you. Something about the way that those eyes are pinning you like a butterfly to a cork board makes you squirm, heat curling in your lower belly. Nobody has ever looked at you like that before. This man is staring at you like he wants to take you apart, and it’s exhilarating. “You not the dancin’ sort, huh?” Another swallow. The bob in his throat is mesmerising. “Can’t blame ya. Pretty thing like you’s probably inundated with attention the minute y’get out there--”

You laugh, softly, heat rising to your cheeks. Toji can’t help but think how cute that is – you’re so obviously unaware of yourself. When he gets you on your back, he knows you’ll have that certain kind of naivety that never fails to get him hard and aching in his pants; wide eyes and bitten lips and breath dying in your throat at the touch of his teeth and hands and cock.

“Nothing like that,” you say, “I just--”

Your eyes catch something. Toji looks too, as you’re interrupted by a pretty girl tottering up to you both in an even shorter skirt and even higher heels. Her eyes linger on Toji, a fraction too long, before she turns to you and pouts and says your name, making you wince. There’s a whining tone to her voice.

She’s complaining that someone’s spilt a drink over her, and Toji sees now that her expensive-looking shirt is stained dark brown. He hadn’t noticed the scent of beer wafting from her because of the overall air of the bar is absolutely saturated in it, but now that she’s right there . . . he wrinkles his nose.

“You have to come home with me, nobody else will,” she tugs on your arm. “And you said you weren’t having fun anyway, so you can always stay there, but I need to change out of this--”

There’s a world-weary quality in your eyes. Something that suggests to Toji that you’re used to being the designated person to take care of your friends, to dropping things to clean up after them – those big eyes and the downturn of your mouth and the softness of your voice all suggest to him that maybe part of the reason you’re so demure, so . . . innocent . . . is because you haven’t had a chance to explore anything else.

Toji drapes a thick arm around your shoulders. You jump at the contact – but almost as if it’s against your will, you nestle into him. Closer to him. A prey animal knows when it’s being protected, after all – even if it doesn’t know, yet, that he’s the predator.

“We’re a bit busy here,” he says, keeping his tone affable with a knife-sharp edge. The girl opens her mouth, as if she’s going to protest – but Toji grins, his eyes darkening, his mouth tilting to show just a little bit too much teeth. He lets himself draw himself up a little taller, so that his breadth and his height and the taut muscles beneath his tight shirt are unarguable. Your friend falters, shoots you a look, and then shrugs.

“F-fine,” she says, “I’ll go on my own--”

She walks away, pouting, storm clouds rising off of her. You’re trembling imperceptibly (adorable) – he thinks this might be the first time you’ve ignored one of your friends. Eager to please little thing, he supposes – the kind of person who wants to be liked and will do almost anything to keep it that way, with big doe eyes and a trembling lip and your chest thrust out unconsciously.

Oh, he will ruin you, and you’ll thank him for it afterwards.

“Sorry if I’m oversteppin’ my boundaries there,” he says to you, and you look at him with your eyes big and wide and wet your lips, his cock giving an answering throb. You breathe very softly;

“N-no, thank you, it’s . . . it’s nice to not have to deal with them, for once--”

Toji leans further into you, his arm not leaving your shoulders – close enough that his breath tickles the shell of your ear, and your brain short-circuits at a handsome older man leaning so close and intimately to you.

“You don’t wanna stay here, though, do ya?” His other hand is suddenly on your leg, calloused fingertips brushing the soft skin of your thigh. Your heart skips a beat, your body reacting – threads of heat sewing themselves into knots between your thighs. “You wanna split?”

His eyes do not stray to the clock behind the bar, but he estimates it’s been about eleven minutes. Longer than he was expecting, but – as you bite your lip and stand up, letting his fingertips drag dangerously close to the part of you between your legs, Toji decides it’s worth it.

His place is nothing special. For a man as well-paid as he is, you’d expect something a little classier, maybe – but for a man with the kind of profession Toji Fushiguro has, he doesn’t spend much time in it. He’s too busy travelling to care about it beyond anything other than a place to crash, eat, and bring home his conquests. And you don’t seem disgusted by it as he pushes you roughly into the room, arm locking around your waist, mouth dipping to taste you – so Toji doesn’t worry about it too much.

You’re still trembling against him, your entire body thrumming with energy that you’re not used to – but that all works to his advantage. It works to the advantage of directing you into his room, until your back hits the bed with a soft ‘whoomph’ of air and Toji is kneeling over you, your eyes big and wide and blown as they look up at him.

You’d been so easy to convince back here. You’d made a couple of quiet whispers about how you shouldn’t, the way that good girls like you do – but his fingers had cupped your cheek and his body had pressed against yours and he’d smiled that dangerous knife-edge smile and you’d been putty in his hands, trembling kneed and so very adaptable as you’d walked beside him with your breath unsteady in your chest at your own daring.

Now, though, with a man’s bed behind you and a man’s cock digging into your stomach where he has you caged underneath him, things are beginning to feel far more real. You take another shuddering breath, not meeting his eyes as you whisper;

“I—I haven’t--”

Oh, fuck. If you knew what those little words did to him – if you could have heard the monster roaring in his chest at how excited he was that he’d not only get to utterly ruin you, but to get to be the first one to do it . . . He’d let himself hope, based on your way of holding yourself all demure and prim, that you’d be a virgin, but to hear it from your own lips with your skin rapidly heating up under the confession.

“That’s alright, sweetheart,” Toji practically coos at you, as his big fingers go to your shirt, tugging it off with expert precision. “I ain’t gonna break you—”

(Well. Not in any way you aren’t going to beg for.)

Breath caught in your throat as your bra is unclipped, the lacy garment dropped onto the floor. His own shirt follows – you can barely stop yourself ogling him, the firm abdominal muscles, the scars across his pectorals. You can tell, based on how many scars he’s bearing, just how dangerous the man above you must be.

The one like a starburst is a bullet scar, you’re pretty sure. The one wrapping around his side is too big to be anything but a knife or a sword – this is a man involved in something dangerous, something shady – and even that isn’t enough to get you to ask him to stop.

Staring down at your newly exposed breasts, Toji can’t resist leaning in; sucking one of your nipples into his mouth, dragging his teeth across the sensitive bud, lapping at it until your back arches and you whimper so prettily that it goes straight through him and straight to his cock. The wet kisses trail back up to your neck, blunt teeth tugging at your skin, sucking quickly stinging bruise marks into the skin so that everybody will know what this cute little virgin was up to last night--

A rough tug to your earlobe makes you moan. A nip to your lower lip makes you practically mewl. And his rough fingertips pushing up your skirt to your waist, letting his fingers dig into your plush thighs so hard that there’s no way you won’t be marked with fingerprints tomorrow – that makes you whine.

“You like bein’ pushed around a little bit, cutie?” The pet name, again, has blood rushing to your face and heat rushing to between your legs. You’re suddenly so very aware of how slick you are, how your underwear is clinging to the folds of your sex. How much of that is his fingers and how much of it is his voice and how much of it is how exposed you are in front of him, you don’t know – but you bite your lip and avert your gaze, and this just seems to spur him on. Both of you know the answer: yes. Yes, you do like being pushed around a little bit--

“These are soaking wet,” he tells you, as the matching lacy underwear to your bra is peeled off of you. He readjusts himself, grabbing your thigh and pressing your knee against your chest so that he can move his hips between your two legs as well as get a proper look at what you’ve been hiding beneath the tiny skirt – he lets out a low whistle, those green eyes greedily drinking you in like you’re a painting hung in an art gallery. “Well, look at you. Ain’t you a sight for sore eyes?”

He sees how the compliment makes you squirm at the same time as it makes your cute little hole, exposed thanks to the stretch of your leg, flutter around nothing. He might break you if he doesn’t prepare you properly; you’re so small, and it’s been a real long time since he bedded a virgin--

One of his fingers drags through your slick with no preamble, brushing your fluttering hole, and the noise catches in your throat – halfway between a whimper and a soft sigh, a noise that does not serve to do anything but make him repeat the motion, gathering your glimmering arousal on the same thick digit. He brings it to his mouth, tongue darting out to taste you.

“Mm, you should taste yourself,” he says to you, eyes glinting. “You’re like honey, sweetheart--” Toji doesn’t wait for you to say yes or no. His finger pushes past your lips, so you’re forced to taste yourself on his fingertips, brushing over your tongue. His eyes focus very deeply on you, like you’re the only thing in his orbit worth paying attention to. “Why don’t you give my finger a suck, darlin’? You’ll want it as wet as you can get it--”

Not that you’re not plenty wet enough. But there’s something so endearing about the feel of your tongue hesitantly licking at him, the shine of your eyes. If he wasn’t hard enough to cut diamonds, he would have you suck his cock first, if only to see those pretty lips wrapped around his shaft and to hear you choke a little bit, to see your makeup go runny and messy and ruined--

“Atta girl,” he says, roughly, pulling his finger out (the trail of drool sends another of those throbs of heat through him). The finger drags over your slit again, parting the plump lips – and then, he’s pushing his finger inside you, your walls pulsing around him. You’re so fucking tight. He knows you weren’t lying about being a virgin – the gasp that dies in your throat, the hand that tangles in his bedsheets, the little lift of your hips to help him along – all of those are things that are entirely sensation responses, not in the least calculated, and Toji loves that.

The finger pumps in and out of you, helped along by your slick, until he can press another alongside it and scissor them gently, stretching out your channel in preparation for what you’re going to take in a matter of minutes. Your teeth keep digging into your bottom lip, as if you’re afraid to make too much of a noise – he chuckles as he brushes your swollen clit with his thumb.

“C’mon,” he growls, “don’t hold out on me. Lemme hear you--”

Oh, you’re so embarrassed – but you’re also, he can tell, the kind of girl who can’t resist an order. You let your mouth relax, drop open – and next time his thumb rubs firmly across your clit, the noise is caught only by the ceiling above you both. He makes some little noise of praise that you can’t fully discern, because now he’s started pulling forth your pleasure he doesn’t want to stop. Three fingers. His thumb, toying with your clit, rubbing firm circles with it as he feels your channel clench and quiver around his fingers. He rubs at the textured spot on your inner walls and you groan, your other hand gripping his forearm, your brow forming sweat. Your hips are circling, needy, in search of more stimulation.

“You gonna come for me, sweetheart?” Toji asks you, his voice like cigarettes and leather. “C’mon. Let me see-- let me feel your pretty cunt clench--”

Something about the dirty words pushes you over the edge and you tumble down a dark hole, fireworks exploding inside of you, stars bursting into being behind your eyelids as pleasure washes over you in great waves. You soak Toji’s fingers, your walls sucking him in deeper and deeper.

Your breath comes in great pants, the aftershocks of your orgasm still gently rippling through you even as Toji pulls his fingers out of you. You look up at the man as he adjusts himself with his other hand, as if in a haze – and as if in a haze, when he roughly pushes those three fingers back into your mouth, you suckle on them with your mind and thoughts all misty. All you can think about is him. That’s what he wanted, anyway – cute little demure virgin, cock drunk even without him fucking you properly – he breaks girls like you on the regular, but you might be one of his favourites.

He tugs down his pants enough to reveal his flushed cock, curving to lay against his stomach, hard and leaking precome from a reddened tip. Your eyes widen (he always loves that moment), as you realise why he took pains to prepare you with his fingers.

“Whaddya think?” He asks you, teasing, wrapping his fist around the shaft. Even his big hands around it do nothing to make it look smaller, and you barely realise that you’re staring until he slaps your thighs with it, streaking his own wetness all over you. “You’ll give a man a complex, sweetheart--”

“I-I don’t have much to compare it to,” you say, desperately, heated and needy even though you literally just came. You want him inside you. You never thought you’d be so easily broken down into wanting to be fucked, but here you are – something primal inside of you is awoken by the size of his cock and the glitter in his eyes and the sculpted muscle, and you want to be desecrated. “Y-you look big--”

He laughs at that. Yeah, you definitely don’t have much to compare it to if that’s your take-away. Still. It’s cute, how you’ve spread your legs a little wider, how you’re not hiding the fact you’re looking at him like he’s some kind of angel who’s finally granted you a taste of the celestial city.

“I feel big too,” he tells you, with a smirk that rattles you to your core. “Wanna find out?”

When you nod, he grins – those big hands take a hold of your thighs, pressing both of your knees to your chest this time. He takes a moment to enjoy you in this position – those wide eyes, the lewd splay of your legs revealing the glimpse of your cunt still tantalisingly shining with the remnants of your orgasm. You squirm under his hungry gaze, exposed – and that does nothing to quell the hunger that seems to be thrumming through Toji, with every clench and wriggle.

“Good,” he tells you, rubbing his cock through the mess you’ve made of yourself, making sure the head nudges your clit and he can see the way you shiver. “You’re bein’ such a good girl for me--”

He catches on your entrance and you let out a keen. With your knees pressed to your chest, you’re unable to get a grip on Toji’s shoulders, and you have to console yourself with fisting the bedsheets beneath you (rumpled even before you’d ended up there).

The position he’s got you in means that you feel every ridge of his cock, every vein, every throb – inch by inch, as he sheaths himself slowly inside you. He can’t help but watch as your jaw goes slack, as your eyes cloud with the feeling of him entering you – as tears bead in the corner of your eyes at the burn and stretch--

Oh, fuck, the tears. He wonders if you feel the way that his cock seems to harden at that, at how pretty you look all glassy-eyed and helpless and trying to take him. He’s maybe two thirds in and almost at the limit of forward motion, but you whimper, letting your head fall back--

“P-please,” you say, “I—I can take it--”

He laughs, low and dangerous. He leans in, brushes his lips over your sweat slicked forehead. His tone is syrupy sweet when he speaks, as he angles his hips just so that he sinks another aching inch into the sweet kiss of your tight cunt.

“Oh, I know you will, sweetheart,” he murmurs, sounding almost like a threat. His eyes flash downwards, to see how tightly you’re clinging to him – how big his cock looks, disappearing into your slick sex. How the glistening ring of your need coats him. Just a bit further – watching himself claim you is almost hypnotic.

He wants to see you on your hands and knees, watch his cock stretch you out that way. He wants to see you gag and choke and drool around his cock, wants to see your small hands wrap around him, wants to have you in every position until you’re so fucked silly you can barely move--

But for now, he hilts inside of you, his balls slapping against your slick skin. His face splits into a smile as his eyes travel back up, to the bulge in your stomach that he knows is from just how big his cock is, to your thighs trembling even with him keeping them prone against you. You’re so cute. The tears have spilled past the rim of your eyelids now, wetting your cheeks – they’re so maddeningly sexy, on your pretty face. He’s not going to last half as long as he wants to, he doesn’t think – not when you’ve been driving him to distraction since the moment he laid eyes on you.

He can barely remember he killed a man less than an hour ago.

That’s old news, unimportant compared to how your walls flutter around him as he pulls out. Unimportant compared to the arch of your back, the rock of your breasts, the great gasps of air.

He’s not a kind man, but he doesn’t go out of his way to be an asshole to his conquests – so he lets you get used to the rolling rhythm of his hips, slowly. He doesn’t piston his hips in and out of you, not at first. He lets the slow drag of his cock on your sensitive inner walls make you shiver, make you gasp and moan and whimper. And only after he’s earned the light hump of your hips against his, searching for the sensation yourself, does he let himself fuck you the way he wants to.

He wants to record the moan-squeak-whimper of surprise as he begins to pump his hips in earnest. It’s a noise he’s heard before, but coming from your pretty mouth it seems all the more potent. His hips jerk into you and out of you, the noise of skin slapping against skin very loud in the bedroom. The slick noises of his cock driving in and out of your tight cunt would be shaming if it didn’t feel so good, if you didn’t get a shock of want every time his body ground against your clit on the inner thrust.

You lose track of time, with the dangerous man you met at the bar bent over you. He mouths greedily at your lips, seeming to treasure every noise you make and swallow it down his throat like a sweet candy – he bites at your neck, at your throat, the grip on your thighs never faltering for a moment. You can do nothing but let yourself be folded in half, and let him fuck you like an animal.

That seems right. He’s rutting into you deep and hungrily, almost feral in his enjoyment of your body. He drops one of your legs suddenly, letting it hit the mattress, readjusting his hips so that one of his hands can dive between you and--

He’s playing with your clit again. The pads of his fingers are rough, and you wonder if he handles a gun like the one that gave him that starburst scar. You wonder how dangerous these fingers are, the ones that were buried inside you and are now coaxing your poor, swollen clit to another orgasm.

“Come on, baby girl,” he growls, pressing harder, making your thighs jump with tension. “Wanna feel you come with my cock buried in that pretty little cunt--”

You whimper, throwing your head to the side and letting a cry out into the pillow like a mewl. Toji would be mad that you’d stifled the cute little noise, if the sight of you submissively showing him your neck (one of your softest parts) hadn’t scratched an itch for dominance inside of him – and if the feel of your body clenching and pulsating around his cock wasn’t currently finally pushing him over the edge, making him judder his hips against you as he shoots rope after rope of his come directly inside of you.

Your shoulders are heaving with the effort of the orgasm that’s still ricocheting through you, your toes curling, your body clenching and soaking Toji’s cock with your orgasm. You don’t even realise he’s come inside of you until he pulls out slightly and you wince at the feel of that same come, his load far too thick and full to not have a bit of it trickling out of your stretched hole. Toji admires the look of it; darkened from his persistent thrusts, your syrupy slick mixing with the thick pearly white of his seed.

“Y-you came inside me,” you say, your voice half-clogged with the tears that are still glistening on your cheeks (a low pulse of heat in his groin. His refractory period has always been short – and with a cute little thing like you in his bed, who can blame him for wanting to fuck you again almost immediately?). “I—I don’t even know your name--”

Oh, shit. He’d quite forgotten. He knows yours from the girl in the bar (that already feels like a lifetime ago). He can hear the uncertainty in your voice, the kind of confusion that seems to say ‘good girls don’t do this, I would never do this, who is this stranger wearing my skin with a man’s come making their thighs sticky?’. It’s part of the process of breaking that Toji loves so much.)

“Sure did, darlin’,” he says, absent-mindedly scooping some of the come that’s oozed out of you and pressing it back inside. He wins a whimper for that, one that’s definitely not ‘stop’. “You’re still so sensitive.”

If you notice he doesn’t give you his name in response to your question, you don’t say anything. As his fingers gently circle your entrance again, as his hand brushes your thigh and you shiver, he sees that you unconsciously spread your legs even further apart for his explorations. Oh, you’re so cute.

One lone finger, gently grazing your clit, makes your hips jerk, your voice break in a way that’s all needy. You look at Toji through those tear-darkened eyes, your lips bitten to puffiness, your lipstick and mascara and eyeliner all messed up on your face from crying and biting your lip and drooling. Adorable. Girls like you always look best like this, their polish scuffed when Toji’s taken them to bed and stripped away all of their defences.

Girls like you, Toji always manages to get to move their hips against his ministrations. He always manages to have them gasp, whimper, break--

You’re not the first one in his bed, and you probably won’t be the last. But as he grins at you and asks;

“Well, sweetheart. I’ll give you a choice. Y’wanna take a shower and I’ll call you a cab or somethin’ and you can head off home? Or,” he drops his voice low, drags his eyes over your prone form, brushes his lips over your stomach. They flutter against the soft skin, his breath a hot wash that makes goose flesh prickle all over you. “Y’wanna spend the night?”

And you bite your lip before nodding, nervously running your hand through his hair, your body near trembling with need--

Well. As he asks that and you answer, he really does think you might be his favourite one ever.

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