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waking up in vegas - jjk | m

get up and shake the glitter off your clothes, now. that's what you get for waking up in Vegas - waking up in vegas, katy perry

↳ summary- you know what they say. what happens in vegas, stays in vegas. but, what happens when you accidentally marry your brother’s best friend?

↳ rating- explicit/18+/nsfw

↳ pairing- jeon jungkook x reader

↳ word count- 3.1k

↳ genre- fluff, smut, pwp with feels

↳ warnings- penetrative sex, fingering, unprotected sex (be smart friends), cream pies, light dirty talk, jungkook being cute af, slight nipple play

↳ a/n- well. i can’t tell you why i decided to write this, but i did. and it’s cute? i hope you enjoy this! thanks to @taetaewonderland @kookiesjoonies for reading it over and for @ladyartemesia and @xjoonchildx for being the best hype team a lady could ask for. i love uuuU!!!! feel free to hmu if you’d like!

It’s a splitting headache that wakes you up from your near comatose sleep.

Your eyes blink open and you groan when a sliver of light bores into your vision. The curtains are closed but there’s just enough of a crack that the sunlight seeps in directly onto your face.

You roll over in the expansive hotel bed and hold a pillow to your face as you groan out loud.

What happened last night?

All you remember is being with the guys, celebrating your brother Namjoon’s upcoming nuptials by bar-hopping your way down the main strip of Las Vegas.

It all gets pretty blurry from there.

You know you’re in a hotel room and you hope it’s yours. You can’t remember if you made it back to your own room or if you found someone to share the night with. There had been that cute guy at the first bar who bought you a drink. Maybe you’d gone home with him.

You chance a look at the bed and see a human-sized lump next to you, a tiny bit of black hair sticking out.

The black hair was nondescript, and you had no idea who it could be. There surely were a thousand men in the greater Las Vegas area alone with black hair. It could be anyone.

Looking around the room, you notice the decor is like that of your own hotel. But the layout of the room is different. You bite your lip as you notice you’re completely naked as well. You’re in a stranger’s room and nude. Well, at least you’re in the right hotel.

You’re desperate to know who the mystery person under the blankets is, but a war rages within you—should you grab whatever clothes you can find and book it before they wake up? What if your beer goggles were a little too foggy last night? How would you feel if you woke up next to someone 20 years older than you? Or god forbid, younger than you?

A groan comes from the blankets beside you and you panic. You quickly lay back down in bed and pretend to sleep, back turned to the stranger beside you.

“Fuuuuuck,” the voice grumbles as they emerge from the white cotton bunker they huddled under.

Your pulse froze in your veins.

That voice. It was so familiar. It couldn’t be.

You peek an eye out and see the back of a head, unruly black hair sticking out in different directions. The man smacks his lips as he adjusts his eyes to the low light of the bedroom, before he turns and looks in your direction.

You nearly gasp in horror.

Jeon Jungkook stares at you with a dopey grin on his face. He’s shirtless, and you hate how your eyes can’t stop staring at the way his muscles ripple down his back. Even in times of crisis you’re still achingly attracted to him.

Jeon Jungkook is your brother Namjoon’s best friend, soon-to-be best man at his wedding, and your decades long secret crush.

The fact that you’re waking up naked in his bed is equal parts distressing as it is titillating.

“Oh!” He looks startled. “What are you doing here?”

You’ve pulled the sheets up to your chin, covering any inch of exposed skin.

“Uh, I don’t know,” you whisper as you swallow hard. “I was hoping you would know.”

Jungkook sits and squints his eyes, as if he’s trying to directly visualize into the past.

“Did we end up drinking in here last night after we went out?” He asks as he rubs at his messy hair.

He drops his left hand to the bed, then freezes, eyes locked on his fingers.

“Oh, my god.”

You sit up, worried he’s recalled something that you don’t.

He spins his head to look at yours and notices your bare shoulders. His eyes widen and he grabs your arm, reaching for your left hand anxiously.

Before you can open your mouth to question his movements, your eyes follow where his eyesight lands.

A gorgeous, sparkling wedding ring sits on your delicate finger, sparkling in the single strip of sunlight beaming through the windows.

Your throat goes dry. Jungkook lifts his own hand and presents a silver band on his ring finger and you nearly faint.

You’re married.

To Jeon Jungkook.

You got drunkenly married to your childhood crush and your brother’s best friend.

“Namjoon is going to kill me,” he groans. He dramatically falls back onto the pillows and covers his face in shame.

You bite your lip carefully and study the ring on your hand. It’s stunning. It’s the size and shape you’ve always dreamed of having. You can’t help but note the irony of it all. Your dream ring and your dream husband.

Jungkook turns his head to look at you, stares at the soft skin of your bare back.

“Oh, my god, we fucked.” He covers his face with his hands again, muffling his words. You’re grateful that he can’t see your face—can’t see the way your cheeks are flaring bright red.

“I had sex with the girl I’ve been in love with for years and I don’t even remember if I did well or not,” he cries.

Your own head whips to where the boy lies prone on the bed, groaning his sorrows into his palms.

Did Jungkook just admit out loud that he’s been in love with you? Were you hearing that right? You nearly pinch yourself to check and make sure you’re not dreaming. There’s no way. Was there?

“What did you just say?” You question.

He peeks at you through his fingers covering his face, a bashful look on his face.

“Was I good? Did I make you cum? God, please don’t tell me I finished too quickly.”

You shake your head and scoot closer, desperate for confirmation of what he just said.

“Not that, you idiot. I don’t remember either. What did you say before that?”

Jungkook’s cheeks turn pink and you hold back any cooing that’s desperate to claw out of your throat at the sight.

“I uhh,” he stumbles. “I sort of may be a little… into you. Like, a lot.”

He hides his face again with his hands, but his grin gives him away. He’s bashful, and you want to push him off the bed as much as you want to kiss him.

“You fucking asshole!” You laugh as you shove at his arm. “I’ve had a crush on you since I was 6! Ever since Namjoon crushed my Barbie dream house and you helped me fix it.”

He pulls his hands off his face and slaps them down on the bed, eyes wide with surprise.

“Really?!” He asks.

“Yes, you idiot,” you sigh. “Why else would I drunkenly agree to marry you?”

Jungkook sits up and smiles, like a puppy. His arms wrap around you and he pulls you in for a hug. It’s tight, and innocent and you can tell he’s still beaming from ear to ear. It makes you smile as you wrap your arms around his middle and return the enthusiasm.

He pulls back and holds you away from his body with his hands on your shoulders. His eyes are lit and he looks like a kid on Christmas.

“We’re married!” He exclaims.

You can’t help but laugh. “Yes, we are. A little non-traditional but, it worked out in our favor.”

Jungkook slides his hand down to hold your left, bringing it to his lips and kissing the diamond-studded finger gently.

He lets your hands drop, and he smiles at you, silence shrouding the two of you on the king-sized bed. He seems to be taken, deep in pleasant thoughts.

“Wait!” He jerks back to reality. “We fucked. But you don’t remember it, and I don’t remember it.”

You bite your lip, suddenly shy. “Yes?”

“So we can’t even truthfully say we’ve consummated the marriage.” He looks at you as if he expects you to follow his train of thought.

“Kook, I’m hungover. Can you just… spill it?”

He sighs dramatically, but the grin remains.

“Lets fuck? It is our honeymoon, after all.” He winks as he crawls towards you.

The sheet has fallen off his lower body now and your eyes widen at the sight. He’s hard and impressively thick. He’s shameless too, knows you’re staring and doesn’t move to hide it. In fact, he appears to make it more on display as he hovers over you.

“I’ve dreamt of this moment,” he sighs as he approaches you, comes face to face above you.

Jungkook is no longer the silly, playful puppy dog you know and love. His eyes are dark and blown wide, breath heavy and confident. He oozes a raw sensuality that has you squeezing your thighs tight.

“I’ve always wondered what you’d look like underneath me with those big, beautiful eyes of yours,” he breathes as he leans down to pepper your collar with kisses.

“Will you let me make you feel good? Give you a honeymoon you’ll never forget?” He asks, fingers playing with the sheet but never straying further. He’s waiting for you, waiting for your consent or denial.

“Please,” you gasp as his fingers tickle the skin of your decolletage. “I want you.”

Your acceptance is all he needs to hear before he’s pulling down the stark white sheet from your chest and exposing your breasts. He licks his lips as he stares at you, and your body warms under his gaze.

“Fuck, you really looked like this under your clothes? All this time?” He asks, his voice turning needy and whiny. “No wonder Namjoon kept you under lock and key.”

You huff lightly. “Can we not talk about my brother during sex?”

Jungkook chuckles and nods, before bringing a finger up to pinch and tug at a nipple. It makes you both moan, and the bud hardens beneath his touch.

“Fuck,” he repeats. He seems to be stuck on a constant loop of surprise. He seems just as dazed as you—unsure if this is real but unwilling to wake up if it’s not.

His cock hardens even more—you can feel it through the cotton sheet on your thighs and you’re desperate to touch him. As he lowers his mouth to suck your nipple into his mouth, you push the remaining bits of sheets and mused blankets off your body and reach for his cock with a groan.

Jungkook inhales sharply around your nipple as he feels your warm hand grip him. It makes his cock twitch in your grasp and he sucks harder to compensate.

Your back arches with the force of his suction, and your hand strokes his length languidly. He nearly whines onto your breast, before he pops off and lifts his head—eyes closed and mouth dropped open in bliss.

“S-shit, your hand feels so fucking good,” he whispers through gritted teeth.

“Imagine how my pussy will feel,” you counter.

Jungkook drops his head onto your breast at your words.

“You’re gonna kill me with that dirty mouth.”

“That’s the plan.” Your hands tug at his black locks until his lips meet yours, meshing them in a deep and passionate kiss.

His hand slides down between your legs, slithers to your heat where he presses two fingers inside you and groans at the wetness there. It makes you gasp and whimper into his mouth as he fucks your relentlessly with his fingers.

“Dirty little girl,” he whispers as he bites your lip and tugs. “Can’t believe you’re mine. This pussy is all mine, now.”

You nod quickly and desperately as your legs fall open even more. The wetness of your channel is squelching around his fingers and Jungkook’s groans muddle with your own in the expansive room. His fingers scissor you open and you’re keening at the stretch.

“Gotta get this tight cunt ready for my cock,” he breathes as he sucks a spot on your neck. You’re sure it’s gonna leave a dark mark, and you thrill at the idea. You want the world to see you’re his—you’re finally his.

“P-Please,” you beg as you feel your body coming closer to the breaking point.

Jungkook growls as he pulls his hand from inside you and shakes his head.

“I want you to cum on my cock.” He lines himself up and rubs the head of his cock up and down the slit.

“You okay without a condom?” He asks, waiting with the bulbous head still catching the slick of your pussy, not quite pushed in fully. “I’m clean.”

You’re whimpering—the feeling of his thickness so close to being inside of you has your mind nearly empty. You nod your consent.

“I’m good too. On the pill.”

It’s all the boy needs to finally push his length into you. His head throws back in bliss as he feels your tight walls accept him. You wrap your legs around his waist to encourage him deeper, pulling him in to the hilt.

“A-ah,” he gasps. “You feel so fucking good.” His hands grip your hips as he stills himself for a moment—allows himself a minute to catch his breath and beg his body not to cum too quickly.

“So big,” you whine. “Fuck, Jungkook, baby…”

There’s nothing else to say, no ability to speak as he pulls his length out slowly and slams it back in, knocking all the air in your lungs with it.

“You’re finally all mine,” he grits as he thrusts in and out of you again, as deep as he can. “My fuckin’ dream girl, all mine.”

He finally opens his eyes and watches as your cunt takes each thrust, watches your tits bounce in time with his pistoning hips. He can’t help but travel up to your face, where your mouth opens in silent rapture and you focus your eyes on him—like he’s the only man in the universe. Jungkook has never felt more powerful, more loved. The girl he’s only ever pined over is finally here, finally beneath him, wearing his ring. While he doesn’t remember how it started, he’s sure as hell he will remember how it continues.

You squeak out moans with each harsh thrust, reveling in the way the tip of his cock kisses your cervix and drags against your walls. Feeling him bare—rubbing and hitting each spot that has you gasping for air and seeing new colors, is sending you closer and closer to a screaming finish.

Your hands hold his powerful arms, grip the muscles of his biceps you’ve spent years drooling over. You can’t comprehend that he’s yours now, all yours to touch and feel and fuck. And love. You finally can shower the man with all the love you’ve cultivated for him, and you plan to start now.

“L-love you, Jungkook, fuck! I love you,” You gasp.

His rhythm stutters as he registers your words, and he feels his stomach tighten—your admission bringing him even closer to his climax. His hands grip your hips tighter, knowing he’s sure to leave bruises there.

“G-god, baby,” he grunts as he thrusts into you harder, faster. The sounds of your cunt are music to his ears, the slick juices squelching around his cock. “I’ve always loved you.”

He removes a hand from your hip and rubs your clit with the pad of his thumb, eyes now firmly locked with yours. Your legs fly up to rest on his shoulders and the new position has him hitting you even deeper.

“Cum with me, baby,” he begs as his thumb circles your clit harder, applies more direct pressure. “Wanna see my pretty wife cum on my cock.”

Your spine tingles as it builds and you’re gaping for breath as your orgasm slams into you like a freight train. Your entire body is alight with licking flames and electric shock. Your cunt pulsates wildly around his cock, gripping so tight that Jungkook lasts only a few more thrusts before he’s cumming hard inside you.

Jungkook gasps your name as his cock spills his load inside you, emptying himself completely. Your walls are coaxing him, stroking and encouraging him to spill so deep, as if it can’t get enough of him.

You take nearly a full few minutes before your vision returns to normal and your breathing settles down from the heavy breathing. Your legs are still on Jungkook’s shoulders and his cock still rests deep inside you, softening gently.

“Holy shit,” you whisper with a long exhale.

Jungkook nods and lets out a chuckle. He eases his cock out of you, sighing with pride at the way his thick cum slides out of you with it. He can’t believe that this is him, and that is you. That his cum is what’s decorating the inside of your walls, that he gets to be the one to do it—always.

Jungkook lies beside you and wraps an arm around your waist, pulling you to kiss him sweetly.

“I know we sort of skipped the whole dating part and went right to marriage,” he says sheepishly. “But, I was hoping you’d let me take you to dinner sometime?”

You can’t help but cup his cute cheeks and kiss him again—your heart feels as if it might burst.

He pulls you close, wraps his hands around you to pull you on top of him. His cock is jerking with the need to go again, to be buried inside you once more.

You smile as you straddle him, lining his cock up with your soaked heat before sitting fully and allowing him to enter until he’s completely enveloped. You gasp out his name at the feeling—oversensitive but still not yet satisfied. You sit and marvel at how he feels inside you—you think you could let Jungkook be there forever, as if it’s where he’s meant to be.

A harsh knock pounds on the door, before the clicking noise of the lock moves and allows entrance to the intruder. Jungkook is quick to throw the sheets of your combined bodies, you still straddled and laying on top of him.

“Kook! Have you seen my fucking sister? Where the hell--,” your brother is cut off mid-sentence as he takes in the scene in front of him.

“Uh,” Jungkook blushes. “Hey, new brother-in-law.”

Namjoon quickly averts his eyes and backs away quickly.

“Jesus! Christ!” He complains as he moves out of the field of vision.

“You two get dressed now!” He demands from the hallway. “You have some explaining to do!”

You can’t help but giggle as Jungkook’s features turn stark white with fear. You press a kiss to his lips for reassurance.

“It’s okay, babe,” you whisper as you pat his cheeks.

“And what the fuck do you mean by brother-in-law!?” Namjoon shrieks. “Jeon Jungkook, I’ll fucking kill you!”

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lavenderwhore444 · 3 years

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I’ve been thinking about this all day, so imagine this with me shigaraki is dressed in a long sleeve short wearing some lacy panties ( it can be any color u want) holding one of his stuffed animals u got him while ur fucking his cute ass ( btw i mean pegging him lmaooo) while he’s whining and moaning telling his mommy to slow down

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Warnings: overstimulation kind of? Like overstimulation without the orgasm? Praise kink, slight degradation, reading this will give you a cavity. It's so fucking sweet. Call your dentist before you read this.

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Earlier that day, you had found Shigaraki jerking off with your baby blue lacy panties, and as punishment, he had to wear the panties he’d made a mess in all day. In an act of rebellion, he had decided to put on one of your oversized hoodies and forget pants altogether. The sight of him playing his game in a big sweater with his soft cock in your panties made you go wild. When he begged, “mommy, come cuddle with me. I'm cold, ” you lost it and practically pounced on him.

You gave him wet, sloppy kisses and tangled your fingers in his hair, spit smearing all over your faces. Eventually, he ended up lying on his back on the bed. You drooled over the sight of him. His hair was messy from making out, and his lips were wet and puffy. His cheeks were pink to match the head of his semi-hard cock peeking out of the top of your panties. He had his hands covered by your sweater and put them in front of his face, hiding his blush.

“Mommy, am I in trouble?” he whispered, looking up at you, “was I a bad boy?”

“No, sweetie, you're not in trouble. Mommy just thinks you look so pretty in her panties that I couldn't resist having my way with you. And you look so cute in my sweater, Tomu, ” you praised him.

He smiled and hid his face in his hands once again.

“So am I a good boy?” He asked, wanting you to praise him.

“Yes, you are, ” you said, “you're such a good boy Shiggy. Mommy loves you so much, ”

“I love you too, mommy, ” he said, pulling you down into an eager hug.

You chuckled and kissed his cheek.

“Tomu, can mommy use her toy on you? Can I make my special boy feel good?” You asked.

He nodded, “want mommy to make me feel good with her toy. Pretty please?”

You grabbed the lube and toy off the bedside table. Tomura bit his lip in excitement, but it seems he forgot that this was still a punishment. You didn't want to remind him verbally, not when he was smiling up at you like that. You'd have to show him.

“Do you remember your safe word, Tomura?” you asked

He pouted when you didn't use a nickname or pet name, but he knew it’s because this was serious. That mommy needed to make him feel safe.

He nodded, “it's evergreen, right, mommy?”

“Good job, ” you praised, “and you promise that if something is wrong, you’ll use it?”

“I promise, ” he said, squirming in anticipation.

“Is there anything new you want to set as a hard limit?” You asked.

“No, ” he said, shaking his head, “I told mommy everything, I promise, ”

“Ok baby, are you ready?” You asked, pressing a lube-covered finger against his asshole.

“Yes, mommy!” He said happily.

You pressed a finger into his well-trained asshole, and he immediately started begging for another.

“More please, mommy. Another finger, pretty please?” he begged.

“Ok, sweetie, ” you cooed, letting him make the most of his time pre-punishment.

He was grinding while you curled your fingers.

“Mommy, ” he said, interrupted by a soft moan, “right there, please, mommy, ”

“Ok, sweetie, ” you said, kissing his forehead.

“Mommy, ‘m ready for your cock, ” he said, “please lemme have your cock, ”

He looked up at you with adoring half-lidded eyes.

“Alright, sweetie, ass up for me, ” you said.

Tomura blushed and assumed the lewd position, wiggling his butt in the air. You giggled and pressed a kiss to his hole.

“That's my good boy, ” you whispered.

You lined yourself up and pushed in slowly, lulling him into a false sense of security. Did he really believe he deserved a reward like this after you caught him a). Touching himself, and b). Making a mess? Surely he was smarter than that. You started at a slow pace, letting him mewl and grind against you. He loved when you were gentle with him. He loved when mommy took good care of her special boy. He was your special boy, and knowing that made both his heart and cock throb.

He was a little upset when you sped up, longing for those slow sweet thrusts. You watched him open his mouth to beg and increased your speed tenfold.

“Mommy!” He cried.

“Shhh honey, I know, ” you said, rubbing his back while you pounded into him.

“M-mommy no too much, ” he whimpered, “please be gentle, mommy, ”

“Nuh-uh, you were naughty today Tomu, naughty boys deserve punishments, ” you scolded.

“Mommy, I'm sorry, ” he cried, “I'm not a naughty boy, I promise Mommy, I promise, ”

“You're a good boy?” You asked.

He nodded, “I'm a good boy. I'm mommy’s good boy, remember? I'm your good boy, ” he managed to choke out.

“Good boys take mommy’s cock, ” you said, “good boys, let mommy fuck their ass however she pleases, ”

He moaned, starting to cry from how fast and rough you were being.

“Mommy, please, ” he whispered.

You reached over and handed him his stuffed bunny.

“Hug your stuffie, baby, ” you said, “hug bunny and take my cock, ok?”

He cuddled the bunny close. Hands closed into fists despite his artist's gloves. He didn't want to take any chances with his sweet bunny. You had got bunny for Tomura’s birthday, and if he ever lost her, he’d be miserable. She was one of his most prized possessions, you always sprayed her with your perfume, and she comforted him when you were gone.

“Mommy, slow down, ” he begged, still holding bunny close, “please, I'm a good boy, mommy, b-but I can't take it!”

“No?” you teased, “you can't take mommy’s cock?”

“Cant take mommy’s cock, ” he said, “can’t take mommy’s cock, ”

You pulled his hair and spanked him, causing him to cry out.

“No more, mommy, please, ” he begged as tears streamed down his now red face.

“Cum for me, and I’ll stop, Tomu, ” you promised.

“H-help please, mommy?” He whispered.

“You want mommy to help you cum? I know just what you want. You want mommy to talk dirty to you, don't you? You want mommy to whisper filth in your ear so your dirty little mind can imagine it?” you teased.

“Yes, ” he croaked, “n-need, ”

“You're clenching so hard around mommy’s toy, sweetheart. I think you like it when mommy’s a little rough with you. I think you're a good little cock slut. Mommy’s good cock slut. When you cum on mommy’s panties, you're gonna have to keep wearing them, Tomu. You're gonna wear mommy’s panties all sticky with your cum, ” you said, leaning in close to his ear.

He groaned. It was incredible what just this could do to him. He was right on the edge. You could tell by the way he was panting with his mouth wide open, eyes rolling back, and how he was humping your panties.

“Cum, mommy, ” he whispered, “I'm gonna cum, mommy, ”

“Good boy, ” you said, rubbing his back.

It was impressive that you were able to keep up this brutal pace, but hard work and determination pay off. Tomura tensed and let out a strangled moan before falling face-first onto the pillow. Hot cum soaked your panties and made them sticky. You were excited to have him wear them for the next day or so. You turned his head so he wouldn't suffocate and brushed some hair out of his face.

You pulled out of him and turned him on his back. He was utterly fucked out and barely conscious, but he still managed to give you a weak smile.

“I almost forgot, sweetie,” you said, riffling through a bag, “I got you a present, ”

He smiled wider, “mommy got me a present?”

You nodded, “my baby took me so well today. You deserve it, ”

You handed him a box, and he opened it. When he first looked at it, he was confused. Why did you give him a tiny sweater? Eventually, he put two and two together and gave you an adoring look.

“You got a sweater for bunny, ” he said, words slurring a little.

“Mhm, ” you said, putting it on her.

He nuzzled his face into her and smiled. You laid down next to him, turning him, so he and bunny were curled into your chest.

“Thank you, mommy, ” he whispered.

You kissed the top of his head, “you're very welcome, ”

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charming-2d-boys · 3 years

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Ohh requests are open 👀 May I request headcanons for suguru getou and fushiguro megumi with an s/o who's a singer 🥺🥺

Uuuu, Suguru 😍 and Megumi 🥺

Thank you for the request! Enjoy! 🙇

A/N: they’re a little short, but I hope that quality > quantity 🙇

Suguru

Suguru loves hearing you sing and is honestly one of your biggest fans

whether you’re a famous singer or not

if you’re not famous or not that famous, he will insist on hearing you sing as often as possible

falling asleep with his head on your lap while you sing softly and play or brush his hair is a common occurrence

yes, Satoru makes fun of him, as always

You’ve got a siren for a partner, Suguru~

Well, at least I have a partner.

Meanie~

Satoru would probably try to cling to either you or Shouko

fake crying and accusing Suguru of being mean to him

no one cares~

if you’re famous, he’s coming to every concert and fan sign if he has the time

even rehearsals if he can

praises you every time, but also gives constructive criticism

he always helps you take care of yourself and your voice

lots of teas with honey and keeping you away from eating anything cold too quickly or staying in the cold for too long

there’s medicine in case you need any nearby

he likes being prepared

you know how much of a tease Suguru can be, right?

*cough* Satoru being a bad influence to him *cough*

writing or dedicating a song to him would make him short circuit

his mouth would be open in surprise and his eyes wide as he stares at you

if you wink at him and just flash that beautiful smile?

Suguru will blush up to his ear tips and smile bashfully

expect a very warm and tight hug plus a plethora of kisses

Megumi

Megumi prefers quietly listening to you

he doesn’t even realise how dazed and dreamily he looks at you when he hears your voice

of course, he thinks your singing is beautiful and he praises you

in his own way, which means more subtly

a kiss on the cheek, a hand squeeze or even a hug

verbally praising you happens mostly when it’s only the two of you

since he sometimes feels like he wants and needs to say more

as in, going from praising your singing and your talent to praising you and everything else that represents you

he doesn’t want you to think that he only likes you for your voice

and if you’re famous too – for your fame

he doesn’t have to ask you to sing for him

you sing for Megumi and his divine dogs anyway

especially when you’re rehearsing in the house

all three of them are always very happy to hear you and their attention is solely on you

he feels a little embarrassed when he hears you sing in the shower, whether it’s one of your songs or one you’re into at the moment

when he first came to one of your concerts, Megumi waited for you backstage with a bouquet of your favourite flowers

his face got so red when you hugged him tightly and kissed his cheek, thanking him for coming

you always get him tickets and all your staff know him

buys all of your albums and has you sign them

he just wants to support you like one of your fans

Megumi just loves hearing others gush about you and your talent, whether it’s other fans or his friends

he just can’t help the little smile on his face when he thinks about how hard you work and how talented you are

and also the fact that you’re his partner

he’s just very proud of you and also of being your boyfriend

#jjk #jujutsu kaisen #jjk x reader #jujutsu kaisen x reader #suguru #getou suguru #suguru x reader #getou suguru x reader #megumi #fushiguro megumi #megumi x reader #fushiguro megumi x reader #jjk suguru #jjk megumi #jjk writing

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exoticarmyofcrowns · 4 years

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sing for me | kth

pairing: taehyung x fem!reader

summary: you have been living with your roommate for well over a year and the unresolved sexual tension between the two of you finally comes to a head

genre: romance, smut (VERY 18+ not for the littles), roommates au

warnings: masturbation, vouyerism??, fingering, thigh riding, attempted dirty talk, breath play, slight power play???, excessive use of the word “baby” and other pet names, kinda awkward discussion of feelings thrown in bc my characters never shut up when i want them to get it on sorry

word count: ~6.6k

a/n: hello~ um... i have no explanation for this. i am like half ashamed and half proud of this??? idek man. all i know is that i couldn’t have done it without @sugaerie so thank you so much my queen i love uuuu

You step through the door of your apartment, feet practically screaming with relief as you kick off your shoes.

Work was really kicking your ass lately. Add that together with the stress of grad school and you had a deadly concoction not even your favorite tea and copious amount of ibuprofen could protect you from. Your job as a cashier was pretty easy, you can’t lie, but constantly standing and running around the store did a number on your poor feet. Thank god you had weekends off—a perk of having worked there so long you practically had the manager wrapped around your pinky when it came time for scheduling—so you could sleep in for once.

Tossing your keys on the counter, you spare a glance at the clock above the stove as you walk into your small kitchen. It’s about a quarter to midnight. You figure Taehyung is still out with his friends, hitting up one of the bars downtown.

You sigh heavily at the thought of your roommate. Not because anything wrong with him. Taehyung is nothing short of incredible. He’s sweet and kind, always greeting you with the most adorable boxy smile that makes you feel like the only person in the universe. People gravitate toward him just as easily as he draws them in, a natural warmth that instantly puts others at ease in his presence. He’s generous and thoughtful, never missing an opportunity to surprise you at work with a coffee or just to see you. Those shifts are your favorites and maybe you’re a little spoiled because you often find yourself glancing at the entrance more often than not, trying to see if you can spot his dark, curly head from your register.

Not to mention Taehyung is incredibly stunning. Long dark curls frame his face in the most intimidatingly beautiful way it’s often hard to look away from him. He’s got piercing dark eyes that can stare right into your soul but that also crinkle beautifully at the corners when he smiles. His fashion sense is killer, obscure brands and fabrics lining his closet almost like a museum. You’re not sure how but he can wear just about anything and still manage to look like he just stepped off a runway.

He works as a freelance photographer and has quite the sizeable following on social media. He’s passionate about his work and it shows in the quality of his photos. You know next to nothing about photography but even you can see that the beauty and skill with which he wields his camera is nothing short of magical. Commissions are not hard to come by for him, though you’re more than positive it has just as much to do with Taehyung himself as it does his beautiful portfolio.

No, there is absolutely nothing wrong with Taehyung.

Only that he’s perfect and you have a massive crush on him.

Exhaling tiredly, you run a heavy hand down your face. Anyone else would be ecstatic about having such a wonderful, attractive roommate but you know things like this can only end in disaster. More than anything, Taehyung is your friend—your best friend, you would argue—and involving feelings into your relationship can only end poorly. The whole roommates thing just adds another layer of complication that is better left alone. You don’t shit where you eat, after all.

But it’s difficult. Taehyung is just so nice and likeable it’s unreal. You often find your thoughts wandering to dangerous places when you both are curled up on the couch together during movie nights, blankets and pillows and snacks scattered all over the living room, while he curls his body around you without a second thought. He’s naturally tactile, you try to remind yourself in an effort to calm your racing pulse but then he’ll laugh at something happening in the movie, his cheeks plumping up adorably, and you know you’re a lost cause as you feel your heart melt all over again.

It’s getting increasingly difficult to ignore your feelings for your roommate and you know something has to give eventually. In the last couple of weeks, there seemed to have been a shift in the air whenever you were around each other. Taehyung was still your adorable and playful friend but the hugs seemed longer, the touches more tender and lingering. You even think you’ve caught him staring at you a few times, a strange new darkness simmering beneath the chocolate irises.

Flushing with embarrassment and shame, you bury your face into your hands. Of course not. You’re just being ridiculously optimistic. You pull out a clean glass from the cupboard and fill it with water from the sink, hoping to dampen the butterflies fluttering in your stomach.

Cleaning up, you decide to pamper yourself with a long hot shower complete with a nice sugar scrub and an in-shower face mask. You even spring for a shave, already excited for the feel of your sheets against the smooth, moisturized expanse of your legs. It’s the little things.

You hum lightly under your breath, already feeling the residual tension from the week bleed out as you gently massage your favorite lotion into your skin. Finishing up, you feel much more relaxed and so wonderfully clean you can’t help the smile that graces your lips as you move to head back to your room.

“___.”

It’s faint, so faint you think you imagine it but it still makes you freeze as you step out of the bathroom. Glancing down the short hallway that leads to your room, you blink for several seconds and wait to see if you hear it again. When nothing happens, you feel your heart resume its normal pace before rolling your eyes at yourself and continuing on to your room.

“___.”

This time it’s unmistakable and you can’t help the way the sound of your name makes you jump in fear. Now you’re in full-on panic mode and you anxiously scan the apartment. Your eyes catch on the faint light emanating from Taehyung’s room and you relax slightly. How had you not realized he was home already?

Your relief quickly morphs into confusion. Why would Taehyung be calling for you? Did he need something? Was he hurt? Stifling your self-induced panic, you quietly make your way over to his door. Despite having been in his room multiple times before, something feels off now. Almost like you shouldn’t be there. You can’t quite put your finger on it but something about the whole situation has you on edge…

You shake it off. It’s fine. You’ll just casually peep through the slightly ajar door and make sure everything is okay before marching off to bed to enjoy your evening in. Simple as that, right?

Wrong.

Whatever you thought you were going to see past the small opening of his door doesn’t hold a candle to the image that will undoubtedly be burned into your memory forever.

There, laying casually on his bed, is Taehyung. That in and of itself is not out of the ordinary. Except for the fact that he is naked save for the boxers he normally wears to bed, with a hand pulling desperately at his painfully red length.

It’s suddenly hard to breathe, air catching so violently in your throat you nearly choke audibly. Slapping a hand over your mouth and nose, you will yourself to calm down enough to take in the scene before you. Taehyung’s long legs are splayed almost elegantly across his sheets, deliciously thick thigh muscles clenching and unclenching from his ministrations. His hand glides skillfully over his cock, alternating between slow, languid tugs and fast, unyielding strokes. He throws his head back before tucking his chin in briefly, tongue flicking out to wet his lips before he sucks his bottom lip into his mouth. A hiss of pleasure melts into a throaty groan and heat pools rapidly in the pit of your stomach.

A voice in the back of your mind screams for you to get away while you can. You shouldn’t be here. It doesn’t matter how long you’ve lusted after your roommate, how long you’ve wanted to push him against any flat surface and have your way with him or let him have his way with you. It doesn’t matter that you want to do couple-y things with him too, like hold his hand and kiss those soft, pink lips because you are roommates—friends—and a fling like that could only end in disaster, especially when he doesn’t feel the same way. It doesn’t matter and you have to leave now before—

“___,” Taehyung groans once again, hands caressing up his lean stomach and you’re distracted by the way his muscles ripple with the attention. “Are you just going to stand there or are you gonna come help me?”

Something between a squeak and a cough leaves your throat in that instant and you wish the floor would open up and swallow you whole. You can’t bring yourself to move for a good second but Taehyung lets out another low moan and your feet move of their own accord into the bedroom.

If you thought he was beautiful before, he is absolutely glowing in the soft light of his bedside lamp. A light sheen of sweat coats his skin and you are overwhelmed with the urge to lick a stray bead that travels down his neck. Your breath is coming out in short pants and you try to subtly squeeze your thighs together to ease the ache. This does not go unnoticed.

“Hello, darling.” The words leave his lips in a low purr and a shiver zips down your spine. He’s smirking at you, hands still gripping his length but his pace has slowed significantly as if giving you a show. He seems perfectly comfortable despite the lack clothing, completely unfazed by your blatant staring. Like he wants you to look at him and only him. The thought has your face burning.

“T-Tae, what are you doing?”

“Isn’t is obvious, sweetheart? Surely I don’t need to spell it out for you, hm?” A particularly wet pass over his dick has him sucking in a gasp and you find you can’t look away. Your tongue darts out to wet your lips and Taehyung fixates on the motion, pupils blown wide and darkening further.

“Although you haven’t picked up on my blatant flirting so maybe I should.”

That snaps you out of your reverie. “Flirting?” You hate the way your voice sounds so weak and vulnerable but it can’t be helped.

“I haven’t exactly been subtle, ___. I’ve been—fuck—I’ve been trying to drop hints for the last few weeks now, hell, the last few months but you never n-notice.” He tugs at his bottom lip with his teeth again before releasing a heavy sigh.

Your head is spinning. This Taehyung is so different from the one you’re used to—yes, he’s still the same incorrigible flirt, but where he is usually giggly and playful he is now sensual and downright sinful. You think back over the past few weeks, the lingering touches, the casual hugs. Taehyung has always been touchy but they had felt charged with something else entirely. It’s good to know you hadn’t been making that up.

“I…” You truly don’t know what to say for yourself. “I didn’t know,” you murmur, feeling very very small all of a sudden.

Taehyung immediately stills at your tone and misinterprets it as discomfort. “Oh. Oh god, ___, I’m so sorry.” Wrenching his hand away from himself, he scrambles on the bed, looking up at you with earnest, remorseful eyes. The waistband of his boxers snap shut in his frenzy and you almost mourn the loss of the desire-tinted skin. “I didn’t mean to make you uncomfortable, I just thought that maybe you…maybe you felt the same?”

You’re so taken aback by the complete 180 he’s made that your response gets caught in the whirlwind of your thoughts, This is more like the Taehyung you know, kind and considerate, and you almost forget the situation you’re in. Almost.

“N-No!” you stammer, eager to assuage his uncertainty. “I mean, yes, I-I…” You close your eyes tightly. “I do…feel the same.”

The way Taehyung looks at you after your stunted confession has your heart auditioning for a marathon and goosebumps prickling across your skin. You may as well have just hung all the stars in the sky with the amount of adoration swimming in his warm irises.

“I’m glad,” he grins brightly at you and you can’t help but smile back. You bite your lip out of habit and the smile fades from his face as he watches you.

Swallowing thickly, he rasps, “___, c-can I kiss you? Please.”

The desperation in his voice is not something you expect and a jolt of electricity zings down your spine. Dazed, you nod. That’s all Taehyung needs before he practically launches himself to his feet to grab you by the waist and pull you to him. His hand—the other hand that was not touching himself—cradles your face as he bends down to brush your noses together. A moment passes, Taehyung staring into your eyes to give you room to pull away. When you don’t, he smiles briefly to himself before surging forward to connect your lips.

The kiss is soft and warm, exchanging only the slightest bit of pressure as if you both are worried that you’ll frighten the other. Which is ridiculous, you think, since you have yet to run away. You bounce up on your toes to alleviate the reach for Taehyung and kiss him harder. He hums appreciatively as he nips at you, the sound tingling from your lips and down the length of your body. You shiver in his hold and move to wrap your arms around his neck to pull him impossibly closer. The distance disappears between you two and you feel his arousal poking at your stomach. You break the kiss to look down between you, bottom lip trapped between your teeth.

Glancing up at Taehyung from beneath your eyelashes, you marvel at how positively wrecked he looks. He’s still damp with sweat but his mouth is slightly swollen from your kisses and his eyes are so blown out they’re practically black with desire. You feel yourself clench hopelessly as the blood rushes loudly in your ears.

“Can I—Can I watch you?”

You’re just as surprised as Taehyung is to hear those words leave your mouth but you’re not quite thinking straight, not when he looks like that and you finally have him in a way you never thought you would. It’s overwhelming, to say the least, and you want to savor every moment together.

Taehyung doesn’t seem to be faring much better, the request making his breathing turn heavy as he leans down to rest his forehead against yours. “Are you sure, ___? Are you absolutely sure? Because once we start, I don’t think I can stop.”

Peeking up at him coyly, you respond, “Who says I’ll want you to?”

A beat. Then, Taehyung squeezes his eyes shut and practically growls at your words. His arm tightens around your waist and crushes your body to him as if trying to mold you together. You love it.

“Then sit back and enjoy the show.” His lips quirk into a lascivious smirk before crashing your mouths together once again. This kiss is different than the previous one, not one bit of hesitation lingering now. Taehyung’s tongue licks along the seam of your mouth insistently and your legs turn to jelly as you open up for him.

The kiss is over too soon but before you can mourn the loss of his lips, he pushes you down onto the bed and resumes his spot against the pillows. Tugging on his boxers, Taehyung pulls them down to discard them somewhere behind you. Heat pulses through you at the sight of his exposed flesh and your thighs rub together once again.

Taking himself in hand, Taehyung spreads his legs and begins a torturously slow pace. “You have no idea how long I’ve dreamt of this.” All the air in your lungs leaves you at the confession. You can’t even think clearly, much less think up a semi-coherent response, but he doesn’t seem deterred by your silence.

“I’ve always—shit—I’ve always wanted t-to kiss that pretty little mouth of yours, ravage it until you can’t think. Your mouth, your neck, anything I could get my lips on.” Your eyes eagerly take in the sight of the milky substance beading at the tip of his cock and making his passes even messier.

“Ah, fuck, I-I wondered what kind of sounds you would make. If you would gasp and sigh or if I could make you scream.” He twists his wrist as he glides over the head of his length and he gasps out loud, his breathing rough and ragged and oh so lovely.

“I’ve thought about what it would take you to make you beg for it.”

A whimper escapes your lips before you can stop it and heat blooms across your cheeks. Taehyung stills for a moment before resuming with a smirk.

“Oh? Does my baby like the sound of that? Of me making you beg for my cock?” You nod, stunned and aroused beyond belief. It’s as if your brain has short-circuited and all you can think about is the fantasy that Taehyung so beautifully illustrates for you.

“Dirty girl,” he chuckles, tonguing the corner of his lips. “I should have guessed at what a desperate little thing you’d be. Asking me to stroke my dick while you watch.” He tuts playfully, eyes never leaving yours.

Breathing has become steadily more difficult and you’re acutely aware of the dampness between your legs. You want nothing more than to relieve the ache but you’re so transfixed on the beautiful man laid out in front of you that you can do nothing more than squeeze your thighs together.

“Look at you,” Taehyung’s eyes rake down your form, taking in your lust-darkened gaze and heaving chest before lingering on the apex of your tensed thighs. “I bet you’re dripping, aren’t you? So eager to take my cock that I could just slip right in if I wanted to, hm?” Again you nod, fingers twitching as you grip the sheets beneath you. He laughs lowly and the sound washes over you and settles deep in your stomach.

“God, I bet you’d taste so sweet on my tongue. I would spend hours just buried between your legs if you’d let me. Every time you prance around the apartment in those scraps you call shorts, I just want to bend you over the couch and fuck you until you can’t walk. Would you like that, baby girl? Want me to sink my cock into that sweet cunt of yours? Make it mine, over and over again?”

You’re practically panting now, desperate sounds ripping themselves from your throat as Taehyung stares at you intensely, hand never faltering on his swollen erection. He seems to take pity on you because in the next moment, he murmurs a deep, “Come here, baby.”

Snapping into action, you nearly stumble over yourself in your haste to be close to him. He smiles, fondness flickering in his eyes beneath the lust at your eagerness. You crawl forward until you are settled on your knees between his legs. A feeling of shyness settles over you—absurd, given the circumstances—and you find yourself unable to meet his gaze. A hand winds around your waist and pulls you to him, forcing you to straddle one of his thighs. You feel a finger slip under your chin to coax you into looking at him. When you do, Taehyung offers a sweet smile.

“You still with me, sweetheart?” You go to nod but Taehyung clicks his tongue. “I need to hear you say it, ___.”

“Yes.” You’re proud that your voice doesn’t shake. “I want you, Tae.”

The finger on your chin turns into a forceful grip as he crashes your mouths together once again. It’s messy and desperate and you can’t help the loud moan that Taehyung swallows gleefully. You welcome his tongue into your mouth and when you give it a pointed suck, he lets out an answering groan low in his throat.

“You’re going to be the death of me,” he pants against your cheek, planting wet kisses down your jaw and to the length of your neck. His lips meet the collar of your shirt but before he can even ask, you’re wrenching it off your body and onto the ground.

Taehyung seems at a loss for the first time since you’d walked into his room and you revel in the swell of pride that overtakes you. He can’t help but ogle greedily at the newly-exposed skin and you feel powerful knowing that you have his undivided attention.

Shaking himself out of his daze, Taehyung places a gentle kiss right above your heart before slowly making his way lower. The gesture is not lost on you and you find yourself melting further into his touch as your hand wraps around to tangle in the hairs at the nape of his neck. You can feel two hands ghost up your sides to tease the undersides of your breasts and you inhale sharply, chest pushing up into his mouth. Taehyung breathes a laugh onto your skin before cupping the soft flesh and placing almost reverent kisses upon their stiff peaks.

“Tae, please,” you whimper, eyes squeezing shut at the onslaught of sensations he is inflicting on you.

“Hmm, I like hearing you beg for me.” His tongue flicks against your pebbled nipple and you cry out, unable to hold back anymore. “My desperate baby girl.”

“T-Tae, ah, please don’t tease.”

“Don’t tease?” He punctuates the question with a sharp squeeze. “But you’ve been teasing me for well over a year, no? Walking around the apartment practically naked, with nothing but a t-shirt or these poor excuse for shorts.” Taehyung’s hands leave a lingering pinch before gliding down the length of your torso to the hem of your sleep shorts. Hooking a finger inside, he snaps the elastic back in place and you gasp. “No panties?” He asks in wonder, eyes fixed on your lower half.

Swallowing, you murmur, “I-I don’t usually wear them to bed.”

He lets out a throaty groan. “Fuck, you really—” He cuts himself off with another sharp exhale, head tipping backward as he squeezes his eyes shut as if in pain. Something nudges the side of your thigh and you look down at forgotten length between you, swollen and nearly purple. As if in a daze, you reach for the turgid flesh and let the tips of your fingers graze the head tentatively. Taehyung’s eyes snap open to look at you in shock and you freeze.

“Do that again. Please.”

You can hardly deny him when he looks so fucked out beneath you and your hand begins a tentative pace, stroking his dick like you had witnessed him do earlier.

“That’s it, atta girl,” he groans into your shoulder, kissing the skin almost absentmindedly. “Such a good girl for me.”

Your stomach plummets at his words, inner muscles clenching almost painfully. You’re so turned on your shorts are most likely unsalvageable but seeing Taehyung so wrecked and because of you makes it all worthwhile.

Keeping up the pace on his cock, you don’t even notice your hips begin to lower onto his thigh and rock down against him until he sits up from where he’d begun to slouch in pleasure, leg knocking up into your dripping heat.

“Fuck, baby. Look at you, grinding on my thigh like that.” His words send your heart stuttering in your chest. “Your poor little cunt has been neglected, hm? You’ve been such a good girl for me, stroking my cock and getting me ready. I think you deserve a reward.”

Taehyung grips your hips with bruising force and helps you grind harder onto his leg. The drag of your shorts against your swollen clit is a little too harsh but the sheer dampness of the fabric makes the glide much easier.

“I can feel you dripping onto my leg. You’re soaked, baby.” You’re delirious at this point, incoherent noises spilling from your lips as you work yourself over Taehyung’s thigh. It’s not long before you feel the pleasure mounting within you, hips pistoning back and forth even faster.

“That’s it, baby girl. Use me. Make yourself cum on my thigh. Get yourself nice and ready for my cock.” His hands run soothingly across your skin, sending your nerves on fire. You whine as you feel your orgasm approach with each pass of your hips.

“Come on, babe. Give it to me. Let me feel you cum all over me.”

With a strangled cry, you buck against Taehyung uncontrollably as you finally release all over his leg. You curl into him, hands tangling into his hair and tugging in order to keep yourself grounded. Your hips gradually slow as you ride out your high and you find it a struggle to catch your breath. The two of you stay like that for a few moments, letting the aftershocks wash over you.

“Oh, ___,” Taehyung murmurs in wonder. Almost sheepishly, you peek up at him from beneath your eyelashes to see him staring at you with such unadulterated reverence and want that your heart skips a beat. “You did so well, baby girl,” he rasps, lips ghosting over your face tenderly.

Face warm, you try to redirect the attention to him and begin placing gentle kisses along the length of his neck. Taehyung tilts his head back, eyelids fluttering prettily at your ministrations. Smirking to yourself, you trail your hand teasingly down the length of his chest to make your way down to his dick but he stops you with a firm hand around your wrist. Before you can even open your mouth to question him, he’s already flipped you over onto your back.

“Hmm, still so eager for my cock.” He nips playfully at your bottom lip, laughing when you move to chase him. “Don’t worry, sweetheart, we’re getting there. I have to get you ready first.”

Two of his fingers brush the swell of your mouth and you open immediately to take them in. Taehyung inhales sharply as you give them a pointed suck, eyes narrowing slightly to let you know that you will certainly pay for that later. The thought sends a shot of arousal to your core.

Taehyung removes his fingers and wastes no time in bringing them to the apex of your thighs. He makes quick work of your soiled shorts and suddenly, he’s all you can feel. A single digit swipes the length of your slit to circle around your clit, eliciting a hiss from the both of you.

“Oh, baby, you’re so wet,” Tae groans, in a trance. “All for me.”

He wasn’t really speaking to you but you nod anyway. “Yes, Tae. All for you.”

Eyes snapping to yours, he sinks one finger into your weeping heat and watches your face for any signs of discomfort. You tense slightly before relaxing and sending him a reassuring smile as a signal that he can continue. He pumps his finger in and out, letting you get used to the sensation before gently slipping in another. Scissoring the digits, Taehyung furrows his brows and bites his lip as he forces himself to be patient.

You, on the other hand, are having a much harder time controlling yourself. Soft whimpers escape you with every pump of Taehyung’s fingers. One particularly potent curl has you gasping for air as an animalistic growl tears itself from your throat, hips bucking harshly upwards.

“Gah, Tae—please,” you pant, hands flailing wildly for something to hold onto before settling on his hair.

“Anything, darling.” Taehyung inserts yet another finger and you begin to really feel the stretch, so much that it nearly becomes uncomfortable. A small noise of discomfort makes the man above you pause but he mouths at your temple reassuringly. “I know, baby, I know. But I have to make sure you’re ready for me.”

Right then, he curls his fingers just as he did before and you’re seeing stars again. He places adoring kisses along your jaw before dipping for another taste of your mouth. You eagerly accept him, opening fully to him as your hips roll along with the rhythm of his fingers.

Breaking away, you pant, “I’m ready, Tae.”

“Are you sure?” Looking deeply into your eyes, he must find what he’s looking for because he nods lightly and kisses you breathless. He reaches over to his nightstand and rummages in his drawer. The crinkle of a wrapper hits your ears, making your face warm slightly as the reality of the situation hits you full force. You were really doing this. The fact that the man that you’ve pined after for so long is here with you—actually likes you—is so surreal you’re not quite sure how to process it but you’ll be damned if you didn’t enjoy every second of it.

Once he has rolled the condom on, Taehyung moves upward to cup your face between his hands. “Before we begin, are you absolutely s—”

“Tae, I swear to god if you do not get inside me in the next three seconds I will flip us over and do it myself.”

Taehyung blinks before chuckling. “There will be plenty of time for that, sweetheart. But for right now…” His smile turns sinister, prompting anticipation to swirl deliciously in your stomach. “I’m calling the shots.”

He takes himself in hand and rubs the tip up and down the length of your folds. Your eyes flutter when Taehyung collects your pooling arousal, making a complete mess of you.

When he pushes in, your mouth drops open in a silent gasp. He’s big—of course he is—bigger now that he’s entering you and you can’t deny that the stretch is more than welcome. You glance up at Taehyung’s face and are pleased to see that he looks just as wrecked as you feel. He locks eyes with you, dark irises burning with lust but also something deeper. Something…soft and warm. The thought sends your heart pounding in your chest.

As he bottoms out, Taehyung makes sure to probe your face for any signs of discomfort. He doesn’t find any and tentatively thrusts into you, eyes never leaving yours as he does. You gasp, nerves tingling as a whine tears itself from your throat, soft and breathy.

“That’s it, angel,” Taehyung pants in your ear. “Sing for me. Let me know just how good I make you feel.”

You clench helplessly, reveling in the low grunt it earns from the man above you. He begins to pick up the pace, hips snapping fiercely against yours so that the only sound is the harsh slap of skin against skin mingling with your eager breaths.

“Such a tight little cunt, even after you’ve already cum once.” His voice is even raspier with the force of his thrusts and you practically keen at the sound. “I wonder how many times I can make you lose it.”

You sob, hips rising desperately to meet his. “P-Please,” you cry, unsure what it is you’re asking for but it doesn’t matter because he props himself up to get a better angle, looking down at your writhing form.

“Such a desperate little baby.” He punctuates the pet name with a particularly harsh snap of his hips and your eyes roll into the back of your head. You can already feel your second orgasm rising within you, all you need is a little push.

“You know,” Taehyung begins, concentrating his thrusts to a slow roll, “I’ve always been curious about one thing.”

Before you can ask what it is, you see his hand snake between you, gliding across your stomach, between the valley of your breasts, to settle at the base of your throat. Your eyes widen of their own accord, breath stuttering as you realize the intention. Taehyung’s eyes hold a silent question and you nod, albeit a bit desperately, prompting him to wrap his long fingers steadily around the lowest part of your neck.

“Fucking filthy,” he whispers in awe, gaze alternating between your face and the sight of his hand wrapped around your pretty neck. He thinks he could watch this forever. Squeezing experimentally, Taehyung watches with utter delight at how quickly you fall apart under his grip. Your hands scramble to claw at his arm, not to pull it away but to keep him locked in place.

“Poor baby just wants to be choked and fucked senseless, is that it?” You nod jerkily, pleasure fogging your mind and making you delirious. You couldn’t talk even if you tried but the way your hips buck up into his needily tell him all he needs to know.

“So honest,” he chuckles, increasing the pressure slightly. “Good girls get what they want.” Taehyung pulls his hips back, so far that only the tip remains inside you, before snapping back in full-force. The pace he sets is brutal and you can feel his hip brushing relentlessly against your clit.

“T-Tae,” you gasp, stomach tightening as a particularly well-timed thrust has you seeing stars. “C-Close.”

“Is baby girl gonna cum?” You nod frantically, eyes focusing and unfocusing on his face. “Come on, baby. Give me one more. I know you can do it. My desperate. Little. Slut.”

Taehyung tightens his grip even further and that’s the end for you. A scream lodges itself in your throat as the coil in your lower stomach snaps, sending you spiraling into the most powerful orgasm you’ve had in a while. Taehyung releases his hand from your neck abruptly, the rush of air prolonging your pleasure to the point you think you might pass out.

Above you, you hear Taehyung groan gutterly at the vice-like grip your walls have trapped him in. “Fuck, princess, I can feel you squeezing. You’re gonna make me cum.”

Still breathless, you fight against the fog clouding your brain. “Please, Tae. Cum inside me, please. I-I want it so bad.”

“Such a filthy little thing,” he stutters, breaths sounding labored in your ears as he gets closer to his own climax. “Gonna f-fill you up so good. Make this cunt mine.”

“I’m yours,” you gasp, tightening your muscles one last time around him. That seems to be the end for him because before you know it, Taehyung is moaning into your shoulder.

“All. Fucking. Mine,” he growls as he snaps his hips, once, twice, before stilling inside you.

It seems to last hours but Taehyung eventually collapses onto his forearms, careful not to crush you under his weight. You both take a minute to catch your breath, enjoying the feeling of closeness that follows. Eventually, he pulls back, carefully slipping out of you to tie off the condom and toss it in the wastebasket. You wince but relax immediately after, snuggling further into the soft down of his comforter.

Taehyung smiles adoringly as he makes his way back to the bed, heart flipping at how cute you look in his bed. Almost as if you belong there. He hesitates as he gets to the edge, fearing for a moment whether or not it was alright to join you. Those fears are put to rest as you blink sleepily up at him, arms tiredly reaching for him. Relieved, he snuggles in next to you and gathers you in his arms. It’s silent for a moment as you both enjoy being wrapped up in each other.

“Since when?” you finally break the silence, tracing mindless patterns across his chest.

Taehyung inhales sharply. He knows exactly what you mean. Still, he feigns ignorance. “What?”

You close your eyes for a moment, burying your face further into his chest. “Since when have you liked me?”

“Since when have you liked me?” he shoots back and you pinch the skin on his ribs. He yelps before you both dissolve into a fit of giggles.

“I asked you first,” you whine, risking a glance up at his face. Taehyung is already staring down at you fondly, warm gaze melting into your own.

“Since the very first moment,” he whispers softly. You almost laugh, except his face is deadly serious. It’s suddenly hard to swallow around the lump in your throat. You stare at him in wonder—the delicate brush of his eyelashes against his cheek, the soft sweep of his sweat-dampened hair over his forehead, the gentle curve of his lips as he smiles at you. You clear your throat, glancing away as a pleasant warmth settles over your cheeks.

“That’s not an answer.”

He laughs breathily in your ear and you fight a shiver. “Okay, okay. Well the first time I realized it was the day you had come back from your shift after you had switched managers.”

You balk. “Are you serious?” You remember that day. Management had decided to move your favorite supervisor over to the men’s department while you remained stuck in shoes. The new guy was awful—condescending, incompetent, and downright unpleasant. You had come home that day with three different bottles of wine and all the take out you could afford and practically forced Taehyung to drink with you and listen to your misery. The guy was eventually fired but the whole experience had left you with a bitter taste in your mouth.

Tae chuckles as he thinks back to that night. “Yes, I’m serious. You were about halfway through the second bottle and were practically screaming curses at the guy. It took you all of 30 minutes after dinner to fall asleep right there on the couch, somehow still complaining about that dickwad.” You snort, hand shooting up to cover your face in embarrassment. “As you talked, I realized…I could listen to you forever. And then you fell asleep, cuddling so cutely into my shoulder, and I knew I was a goner. Even though you snore.”

Your eyes, which had started watering at his heartfelt confession, widen before you regain your composure enough to hit his chest. “I do not snore.”

Taehyung winces playfully, knowing full-well that you don’t but enjoying teasing you all the same. “So, yeah. I’ve liked you for a while. And I had an inkling you felt the same.”

“Oh, yeah? What gave it away? The fact that I practically hopped on your dick?” you tease.

“Well it certainly didn’t hurt.” He winks at you and you have to stifle the urge to giggle like a schoolgirl. “But it was little things. Like how you’d blush at a compliment or if I hugged you just a bit too long. I couldn’t be sure though. Not until tonight, I guess.”

“Well,” you shift upwards, his confession instilling a confidence in you that you hadn’t known you possessed, “in case I haven’t made it abundantly clear: I like you very, very much, Kim Taehyung.”

He’s silent for a single, nerve-wracking beat before the most brilliant smile lights up his face and for the second time that night, you find yourself breathless.

“And I like you very, very much, too, ___.”

Taehyung kisses you then, slow and sweet, and you’re left thinking that you never want to be anywhere else.

#bts #bts smut #bts taehyung #bts v #taehyung #taehyung smut #v #v smut #bts imagine #taehyung imagine #v imagine #bts v imagine #kth fic #bts fics #taehyung x reader #taehyung x reader fic #taehyung x reader imagine #my writing

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fallingsunflower · 3 years

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BESTIES I'm so sorry - I hit my post limit waaaay earlier than expected! Some of y'all joined me on my backup account, (which I also hit the limit on lmao), but I'm back now.

I had over 400 asks to go through and I'll give you a warning that not all of them will appear (either because they were old or because they were topics we already answered). But here is a giant list of asks I compiled for you from when I wasn't allowed to post lol they don't really require my response but I found them entertaining to read. Hope you don't mind I've just put them all together in one post. It's also to save me from using up my 250 posts lol

"this is all so embarrassing like my god imagine when the promotion of the movie starts how horrible it will be for other people who made the movie too"

"SELL UR TICKETS TODAY WATCH THE MOVIE ILLEGALLY, next article we’ll be talking about these two assholes filing for bankruptcy. cheap harlots. don’t mess with your meal ticket."

"hate to say it but i defs think they‘ve got a sliver of the gp’s attention for five minutes"

"I am scanning through all these photos looking for just ONE where he looks like he's smiling and enjoying this. It's so crazy."

"I guess those are all the pics we’re getting right now. But I wouldn’t be surprised if they finish the Italy trip off with one more major Backgrid photo shoot."

"Olivia’s trending on Twitter but not Harry. Like it’s obvious who’s getting the PR gains here!"

"If they dont give us a 6 month or more break after this im gonna need them to pay for my therapy bills from now on bc of this damage no joke let me crawl back into my shit hole now 😑"

"The palce they at is referred to as “tuscanys best-kept secret”. Everyone point and laugh."

"she looks like she’s enjoying all of this. he looks like he wants to push her into the water."

"a few people said he’s keeping his shorts pulled up or covered in all the shots because of the Nike branding which they ask to not get photographed. What a setup."

"Man I knew the second those Tomdaya pics came out of them kissing and how they were trending so fast that HO were going to do something to 'top' them. Its pathetic /// FRRR. she probably hoped for the positive reactions that people gave tom & zendaya but unfortunately, miss girl got the opposite. when will they realize that nobody, but his fans, find them cute lmao can they just stop, it’s so embarrassing 😭😭😭"

"He really out here doing this with someone who almost old enough to be his mother, shiiiiiiiit. Sickening. Sick of these 2 for real now, i was fine with the good old blurry back content and whatnot but this? Crossing a line here nobody wanna see that shit and knowing how people feel goooooood damn."

"I aboslutely despise kendall for obvious reason but this one is actually worse than the hendall one bc you couldnt really see as much as now dis gos tang."

"She’s also wearing the cross necklace again. I feel like if that was so meaningful to her she wouldn’t risk loosing it in the ocean 🙄"

"guys have eyes on tmz. I Do not have tw now. they were so aggressive towards them"

"I'm sorry for Harry because you lost your damn mind bro"

"Now why the hendall pics are better ?? NO SHADE BUTT"

"I’m genuine confused like do they actually want dwd to flop or what? I just threw up in my mouth I sure as hell ain’t gonna watch their sorry ass movie. Is it supposed to flop? I’m so confused!"

"The match was not interesting enough so they cooked up something different especially since people were pointing out how they staged the PDA. And the page 6 article is out already!!!"

"Who the fuck thought this was a good idea"

"Is it just me or does harry's face looks really blank for someone out on a Romantic date with his alleged girlfriend.?"

"if thats it, harry hasn’t no game🤣🤣🤣🤣"

"so this is why the tabloids weren’t talking about the match pics! they didn’t have any value on their own. now with the yacht pics? my oh my they’re gonna get the clicks of their lives. her team was prob like “wait a sec we got something for y’all”"

"If they were models hired to act like a couple they wouldn't get the job......"

"Not them starring right at the camera in some of them help make it less obvious will you"

"HENDALL🤣🤣🤣is that uuuu"

"Harry’s ass crack thought it should make an appearance too."

"What a great day for team PR, happy Monday you guys! Let's pop the champagne 🍾🍾🍾🍾 P. S. They both need acting lessons, tbh"

"It’s quite interesting how everything that’s happened before I’ve seen predicted weeks/and in advance on blogs or fan accounts. Like his life has always been so predictable but damn"

"He was hiding the Nike check. That’s why his swim trucks are rolled up to an absurd degree even for him. He knew he was gonna get photographed."

"What I’m noticing is wether people like them together or not, everyone’s saying they’re aren’t a hot couple…there was more chemistry in the Kendall pics by far"

"i also find it weird that he’s not smiling in any of the pictures and it would be one thing if there were five pics from ten minutes of time but there are like 70 from an obvious extended period of time"

"It's interesting everyone involved is being Team Try Hard. Yet the universe says no. The last set of pics, Tom and Zendaya overshadowed. People even paid more attention to Angelina and the Weekend (even if business possibly). Fast forward to today and all this fakery only for Gwen/Blake to tie the knot. His team needs to get a clue. She needs to go. Harry needs to clean this up fast."

"Ok i looked at one hugging pic and one kidding pic and they could not look more stagged. It looks unatural ,strange and weird from all angles. You can clearly see from their body posture they are posing for a photographer from backgrid."

"Like I said in my ask a couple days ago the day we get kissing pics is the day that I believe this is all a stunt and I was right. They took a page out of hendall 2016 and it’s looks so forced and awkward. Hendall did it better cause at prater they had chemistry. They must be scared this movie is going to tank because they are pushing this way too hard"

"Real, PR, or whatever relationship it is, they’re fucking boring. You are on a yacht in Italy, can’t you have a little bit of fun? I can’t believe how boring they are, I just can’t. Even if it is just PR, can’t you make a fucking dumb joke so you can laugh or something? Do they have anything in common like to talk about or discuss or make fun of? I’d literally killed myself if I looked like that in a relationship. They are not communicating in any photos we’ve got. They are just walking, or sitting. Even when they hold hands or kiss or hug, they never communicate."

"okay but did ya’ll see the pic of her diving in?? i can’t stop laughing 😭😭😭😭"

"they look horrifically awkward i cannot believe what harry is doing"

"“HEY PAPS COME GET A PIC OF US KISSING TO MAKE OUR RELATIONSHIP MORE BELIEVABLE!!!!!”"

"his ass is hanging out and her bra is almost off what in the hell"

"Hqs on a yacht like that? Mhmhmhm hmmmmm / I bloody well hope that’s not the extend of their acting. That’s dire! 🤦‍♀️"

"this is literally the most predictable “couple” to exist. first, people talked about them showing up the game, and they did. second, people were just talking about kissing pics... AND THEY JUST CAME OUT LMAOOOOOO"

"annnnnnnnnnnnnd there it is. YOU KNOW THEY KNEW THERE WAS A CAMERA."

"ok but where’s the pda or did that get made up? cause these have to be the most awkward pics i’ve ever seen which makes me feel better 😂 also i can feel the meme’s coming with the one of her diving off the boat"

"I call it how I see it they are both assholes and full of shit. Like do your fake kiss somewhere else I do not want to see it!"

"Can they at least act like they’re having a good time?"

"hahahaha I can't stop laughing with that photo of O it's literally her knowing she's being photographed and diving into a professional swimmer style😭"

"the pics are so organic that Olivia is looking straight at the pap before kissing Harry."

"he looked a lot happier with kendall in their yacht pics compared to today’s. i know that was PR too, but he was very smiley and seemed talkative. with this girl it’s like the complete opposite lmao."

#this is also good visual proof for how many people are on team PR lol

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fullsunalicia · 4 years

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I love everything you write truly, may request some Dadfriend!Kun imagine where the reader is the dreamies' mom friend and they try to set Kun and her together, and at the end the dreamies are like 'we have two parents!' or smth, you would crush it! love uuuu

of course you can! thank you for ur request, i love u too 💓

Qian Kun

“Mom, can you get us some ramen before you come over? We don’t have anything to eat at home.”

“Jisung,” you sigh into your phone, clearly exasperated. The rain is drizzling heavily on the umbrella you’re carrying, the weather gloomy even though the forecast had promised sun. Luckily, you were able to run back to your apartment to get an umbrella after it started pouring. “How many times do I have to tell you not to call me ‘mom’? I’m barely 23. Also, do you really have absolutely nothing at home? If someone comes help me carry the stuff, I’ll buy groceries and cook some proper food. It’s not good to feast on ramen all the time. Think about your health.”

“We don’t want to waste your money, mom.”

You try to fight the urge to roll your eyes back. If you did, you’d be sure to pull a muscle. It’s not like Jisung’s wrong - you are the mom friend. The way the dreamies use that nickname though is more teasing than affectionate. “It’s not wasting money,” you scold him. You turn around in the middle of your jog towards their dorms to head to the grocery store. “I’ll go. Send someone down when I message you guys.”

Donghyuck meets you infront of the elevator. He doesn’t even let you carry the bags, swooping down to gather them all. He shushes you rather rudely, considering that you’re his elder, but that‘s just Hyuck. Your favorite little brat. So you let him, a loud sigh tumbling from your lips while you ride up.

Of course you’re met with a very loud welcome the second you step into the dorms. Jeno and Jisung are seated infront of the television as they play Mario Kart, loudly yelling a ‘hello’ rather than stopping their game to come hug you. Jaemin, sweet as always, lifts you up and twirls you around, even though you tell him not to exhaust himself.

What can they say? They’re wipped for their mom.

“Jeno, stop kicking Jisung to distract him.” Jeno laughs at the reprimand, the pleasant sound following you into the kitchen where Donghyuck sets down the bags and helps you put out the contents of them. His eyes light up when he recognizes what you’re going to cook, and he suprises you with a kiss to the cheek. “What was that for?!”

“A thank-you for your work, mom!”

You don’t bother telling him that they shouldn’t call you mom. They never listen, anyway.

Jaemin drapes himself over your back while you prepare dinner, arms around your waist as he pouts that the others aren’t paying attention to him. Thankfully, he doesn’t try to get that attention from you, since you’re busy making the meal and feeding him little samples. Everytime you ask if it’s good, he nods fervently.

Huh. Maybe your cooking skills are better than expected.

“Dad’s home!” someone screeches suddenly. You bet ten dollars on a certain dolphin boy. Your assumption is proven correct as ‘Dad’ sighs. “Stop calling me dad, Chenle,” he begs the young man.

“Okay, dad.”

“I should’ve just stayed in my own dorm.”

“I bet that’s what mom was thinking, too.” Chenle’s snickers get louder as he follows the visitor in the kitchen, and you turn your head to look at Kun. Looking at him for too long makes you blush, because Qian Kun is that beautiful. “Now we have both parents here! Yay!”

“Yay,” both you and Kun deadpan, before you break out into laughter at your unplanned synchronisation. It’s funny that both Kun and you resent the nicknames you’ve been given with, even though it’s true that you really act like the dreamies parents. You’ve seen Kun go into full dad mode behind the stage, and he’s seen you nurse the boys back to heath.

Truth the be told, you have an itsy bitsy little crush on Kun. Who wouldn’t? He’s kind and caring and extremely good-looking. Really, there’s not a moment you willingly look away from the beautiful view he creates. When he smiles at you, your heart actually seems to stop in awe.

Jaemin snickers at your whipped reaction, and you pinch his arm. He recoils in shock, sour expression on his face. “Ouch,” he mumbles, but you’re too distracted gawking at Kun.

“Hey there.” Kun steps closer to hug you as a hello. He doesn’t seem to notice how your cheeks are burning at that, and you thank all heavens he isn’t that attentive towards you. After you let go, he nudges you to make way for him, hands already busy to help you with the food.

Jaemin quietly slips outside the kitchen.

“Sorry, I should’ve went to buy groceries with them,” Kun chuckles. His fingertips brush the back of your hand as an apology, leaving tingles there, a warm trace of his touch. You shake your head as an answer, unable to open your mouth and tell him it’s alright.

God, what wouldn’t you give to be able to kiss him right now... “The grocery store was on the way, anyways,” you lie, voice a little croaky, but a big smile on your lips. Kun sets down the wooden spoon he used to stir the pot and turns to you, worried. Huh? Did you do something?

“Did you catch a cold, (y/n)? Your voice doesn’t sound so good. You should have said something, I could’ve given you a ride so you didn’t have to walk in the rain.”

“Oh, no, I didn’t want to be a bother...” Kun’s hands on your cheeks make you lightheaded. He doesn’t seem to notice that, he actually inches closer, lowering his head so he can look you in the eyes. “It’s really alright. I didn’t get wet, I’ll be fine.”

“Still. Isn’t a husband supposed to take care of his wife? Considering that we’re mom and dad, you know.”

Oh. Oh. This is the single occasion where you accept being called mom, if it means this. Both Kun and you smile at the realization, and he leans down even further, lips so close to where you want him to be...

Sadly, Kun is interrupted by a rather loud audience before he can kiss you until you’re breathless. With the promise of being right back, he grabs the wooden spoon and starts chasing your children.

#qian kun #wayv #nct #qian kun x reader #wayv x reader #nct x reader #qian kun fluff #wayv fluff #nct fluff #qian kun scenarios #wayv scenarios #nct scenarios #nct 96 line

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myhaikyuuthings · 4 years

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could we PLEASE get some nsfw aone thank uuuu

“I love you” NSFW

Aone x fem!reader

just straight filth, kinda soft ? but like filth man. I HC he has a real filthy mouth when he gets comfortable so be warned degrading? but also praise

word count: 2285

nsfw warning again:

You leaned against his chest, sighing contently as he ran his fingers through your hair. He hums in response, pressing a kiss to the top of your head. You turned, climbing up into his lap and kissing him softly.

“What was that for?” he chuckles, rubbing his hands over your thighs.

“I just like kissing you,” you shrugged, your lips connecting with his cheek with a satisfying ‘pop’.

He nods, returning your kisses. You giggle at the tickling sensation, leaning further into his touch. Wrapping his arms around your waist, he smiles at you, giving you a kiss to the tip of your nose.

“I love you,” he whispered, his eyes holding so much emotion it nearly brought you to tears.

“You’ve never said that before,” you breathed out, your eyes never once leaving his.

“I’ve felt it for a long time, I wanted to tell you when the time felt right,” he replied, his cheeks dusted pink.

“I love you too,” you gushed, your brain finally catching up to your heart. He beamed, pulling you in closer to hug you tightly.

When you pull back, you feel a familiar warmth in your stomach, your heart beating rapidly. You lean forward, your lips crashing into his harshly. He grunts against your mouth, his grip on your waist tightening. You pulled back, ready to apologize for just jumping him like that but then you saw his eyes. They were dark and hooded, his gaze one all too familiar by now. The look sent shivers down your spine.

It had been too long since he looked at you that way. You remembered it vividly, his eyes burning you with their intensity as he slid in and out of you slowly. The sounds of your moans echoing off the walls. It had been much too long. You let out a soft moan as your body remembered the feeling of him inside of you.

“Y/N...if you make sounds like that you know what it does to me,” he whispered, his eyes never leaving yours.

“I know,” you whimpered, rolling your hips against his lap, moaning appreciatively at the hardening member pressing against you. “Maybe that’s my goal.”

“Did you get horny from me telling you I love you?” he teased, but you could tell by the twitch of his cock against you that he enjoyed it.

“It seems like I’m not the only one,” you leaned in, whispering in his ear. You felt his moan more than heard it, giggling before nibbling gently on his ear.

“If we start, I’m not sure I can hold myself back right now,” he warned, his hands guiding your hips to move against his.

“Then don’t Nobu-chan, this isn’t our first time, you know you won’t break me.”

“I think I might right now,” he admitted. You felt yourself getting wetter from his words, subconsciously trying to push your thighs together in search of any relief, his hands stopping them. “Yes or no?”

“Yes, god a thousand yeses, please I need you,” you whimpered, feeling the familiar cloud of lust clouding your thoughts.

His lips attached to yours, his tongue instantly finding it’s way between your teeth. You pulled at the hem of his shirt, your moans being swallowed by him. His hands left your thighs, moving to help you remove his shirt. At the sight of his pale skin, your mouth dropped to his collar bones. You licked at the bone, smirking at the shaky moan that left his lips. His collar bones were very sensitive and you made sure to use that to your advantage every time.

You bit at the sensitive skin, dragging your tongue across the red that followed. He gripped your hips, rolling his hips up to meet yours. Nipping and sucking at his skin until it was purple below your mouth you felt his resolve finally snap beneath you. He flipped the two of you over, grinding his hips against your clothed core. You moaned lewdly, your hands finding purchase on his shoulder. He grunted, his hips pressing harder against yours.

His hands slipped under your shirt, practically ripping it from your body. The moan he released at the sight of your bare chest was downright sinful.

“You didn’t tell me you weren’t wearing a bra,” he breathed against the exposed skin, his mouth hovering over your chest.

“Thought it would be a nice surprise,” your laugh was broken off into a moan as he expertly took your perked bud into his mouth.

He grunted in agreement, rolling it between his teeth. Your back arched off the mattress, pressing against his face. You knew your panties were soaked, could tell by how they stuck to your skin. He teased you for what felt like hours, his hips never once stopping their relentless pace against you. You felt your high building, grabbing a fistful of his hair.

“I’m gonna cum please, I want to cum around you,” you whined, your hips rolling up to meet his regardless of the words that fell from your mouth.

“You can cum more than once love, it’s okay cum for me, I want to see you come undone just from this,” he smirked, reattaching his lips to your chest.

You cursed, your leg thrown over his hip. He rolled his hips with more force than before, pinning you into the bed. It hit you like a wave, Aone’s mouth staying firmly attached to your nipple as you rode out your high. You whined from the over sensitivity, your thighs shaking against his. He pulled back, a proud look on his face.

“Let’s get these dirty clothes off you, hm?” he said, pulling your sweats and panties down in one motion.

You hissed at the cold air on your wet core. He chuckled, running one finger along your slit, collecting your juices. You watched as he brought his finger to his mouth, wrapping his lips around it and moaning at the taste, his eyes trailing down your body. You moaned at the sight, feeling your slick drip out of you.

“I can take it just, please,” you begged, reaching for his shorts. He gently moved your hands away, holding them above your head with one of his.

“Are you sure you can take it?” he asked, towering over you. You nodded, your nipples brushing against his chest with every breath you took. “I don’t think I can wait long enough to take these off...”

“What-” you asked, the words failing to come out as he pushed his shorts down just enough to expose his thick cock. With his hand stilled wrapped around your wrists, he slowly pushed into you.

Your hips raised to meet his, your moans being drowned out by the loud groans falling from his lips. He bottomed out, his grip on your wrists tightening. Your walls clenched uselessly around him, making it so much harder for him to let you adjust. He rested his forehead against yours, just savoring the moment.

“I will never get tired of how good you feel around me,” he whispered against your lips, his voice strained, “how wet and tight you are for me, the way you clench around me like you’re begging for more, every time.”

You moaned in response, trying to roll your hips against his. The desperate need to feel his cock sliding into you clouding your judgement. His free hand presses your hips down, his grip sure to leave bruises. His legs and grip on your body the only thing holding him up had you keening under having so much of his weight on you for the first time. He shook his head, littering kisses down the column of your throat.

“You love the feeling of my cock that much? That you can’t even be a patient girl for me?” his words went straight to your cunt, he cursed as he felt you get wetter, “look at you moaning just from me being in you, I’m not even moving y/n.”

He squeezed your hip when you don’t respond. You yelped, your hips trying to jerk up at the feeling. “You like that I’m holding you down like this don’t you? You like the feeling of me hurting you, why didn’t my pretty little slut ever tell me huh?”

“Didn’t know,” you whined out, your lip caught between your teeth. He leaned down, pulling it from your teeth with his own. You gasped, worried you were going to cum just from this.

“You know now, so tell me, do you want me to fuck you so good you feel it for days after?” He mused, letting go of your hip. He laughed as your whined at the loss, your moans mixing in when your hips jerked against his. “Use your words, you know I’ll do anything to make my precious girl happy.”

“Please Nobu, please hurt me, I want to feel this for days,” you broke, panting harshly.

He beamed down at you, pressing a soft kiss to your lips with a mumbled ‘good girl’. Letting go of your wrists, his hands wrapped tightly around your waist. You felt him pull out slowly, whining at the teasing. As the sound left your lips, his hips snapped against yours roughly, setting a fast pace.

You felt your orgasm quickly building, your nails digging into his shoulders. You tighten around him and he just thrusts harder, as if fighting through how hard you were gripping him. He leaned down, biting the skin of your shoulder, moaning against you. You nearly scream as your second orgasm crashes over you, but he doesn’t relent.

“Aone,” you panted, your legs wrapped around his back.

He slowed down, just barely. He gave you an amused look, rolling his hips into yours just right. You clenched around him again, the overstimulation nearly bringing you to tears. His lips met yours, distracting you for just a moment.

“C’mon pretty one, don’t you want to make me feel good too? You’re okay,” he shushed, the sound of his hips slapping against yours echoing through the room. He licked up a tear that slid down your cheek and you tried to ignore how much that turned you on. “Just a bit more, I promise, I’ll make you cum one more time and then we’ll be done okay, you can do it I know you can.”

“I can’t,” you hiccuped, the tears flowing freely. He shushed you, wiping away your tears with the pad of his thumb. The mixture of pain and pleasure was too much for you, bordering more pain than pleasure.

“You can, you’ve always been such a good girl for me,” he replied, his cock pressing against your cervix harshly with each thrust. “If you really want me to stop I will, but you need to say those words love.”

Your eyes rolled into your head as he sped up, the feeling addicting. His moans bouncing off the walls so loudly you were sure the neighbors would hear. He gripped your chin in his hand, forcing you to look him in the eyes as he ruined you. “Tell me, do you want me to stop?”

“N-no, don’t stop,” you cried, feeling your wetness slide down his cock onto your ass. He smirked, pulling out quickly. “Aone-”

He flipped you onto your stomach, quickly sheathing his cock back into your heat. You moaned loudly, his hands jerking your body into the perfect position for him to hit you deeper than ever before.

“Look at you, crying how you can’t but moaning like a whore and telling me not to stop when I ask,” he growled into your ear, biting the skin harshly. Your body jerked against his, forcing him deeper into you. “I think you like when you have no control, am I right baby?”

You moaned in response, crying out at the stinging in your ass cheek that followed. “Did you just spank me?”

“Oh so you can talk,” he bit out, slamming into you harshly, “If you used your words like I told you to I wouldn’t have to spank you.”

“Do it again, please,” you whimpered, knowing it would send you over the edge.

By the stutter of his hips at your words, you knew it was the push he needed as well. Without warning his hand connected with your soft skin again, the feeling pushing you face first into your third orgasm. You let out the most sinful moan he has ever heard, his pace turning erratic and harsh before his hips stilled against yours. You felt the hot spurts of his cum filling you up as you came down, your body dropping against the mattress with a satisfied sigh. He pulled out, using his fingers to push him leaking cum back into your hole. He turned you over, pressing light kisses to your face.

“You did so well baby, I knew you could handle it,” he whispered, rubbing his hands over the marks on your hips. “I’ll go get something to clean you up okay?”

He made sure to clean you both up, pressing kisses to every bruise on your body as tenderly as he could. You sat together in the bath, resting your back against his chest.

“Did I go too far?” he whispered into your hair, his hands rubbing your thighs idly.

“No love, you didn’t,” you replied, bringing his hand up to yours to kiss his knuckles. “Thank you for taking care of me though, I really will be feeling this for days.”

“I tried to warn you,” he pouted, feeling slightly guilty.

“Hey, I love you.”

“I love you too y/n,” he replied, “Just relax and I’ll take care of you okay?”

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Hi beautiful! You're amazing and I love what you write. Pls, continue what you're doing. 🖤 Can you do something for Peter, like him knowing he's gonna marry the reader since they first got together until they finally do it? I think it will be pretty cute. Thank uuuu!

Summary: Peter told his best friend, Ned, he’d marry the girl back when they started dating. Even though some things got in their way, they finally got where they always wanted.

A/N: I’m sorry I took a little while to get to your request but considering that I always take forever to get to your requests, this was actually okay. And I LOVED that I got a wedding request because tbh I’m in such a mood to write/read about it (send me your fic recs to read about it). I hope you enjoy it just as much as I did.

Also, I’ve been kind of bummed out that I haven’t got much feedback on my fanfics lately. An anon left me a pretty message and thank you for that one. I dedicate this one for you (idk if you’re also the one who requested this one haha).

Words: 5.5K (a biggie)

Pairing: Peter Parker x Female Reader

Warnings: Swearing, a little angst, crying, mentions of death, Endgame spoilers (?, dude it’s been more than a year).

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MARRY ME

“Peter, I think you’re rushing into this.” Ned was helping Peter sat the table for their traditional movie night with a bunch of snacks. “You just met her and you’ve been dating for less than a month. You’re already inviting her to our movie nights.”

“Look, Ned. She’s cool and I really like her. You’re gonna like her too.”

“But this is our thing. Do you really think she’s gonna like sticking around us, watching Star Wars and eating extremely unhealthy food.” Ned showed some salty pretzels he just poured in a pot. When the doorbell rang, Peter rushed to the door.

“Just… be nice to her, okay?” He opened it and found you just standing there, the prettiest girl in the whole world - under his eyes. You were looking so cute wearing your jeans, a big hoodie that probably belonged to him and a slight blush on your cheeks, that only increased once Peter opened the door. He gave you the biggest and shiniest smile in the world, enough to warm her heart.

“Hey, I’m sorry I’m late.” You glanced down to your hands a big pink box. “I went to get some cupcakes in our favourite store in Manhattan and got a little late.”

“Totally worth it.” He cupped your cheeks and softly pressed his lips against yours with a foolish smile on his face. “Come in.” He gave you space to come in and took a good look around the room.

Peter’s apartment was cosy. You loved to hang out there because it was always so good and you loved it since the first time you even set foot inside it to meet his aunt and have dinner with them. Right now it was a little different because May wasn’t home and the whole living room was a mess, full of blankets, pillows and snacks. Ned was sitting in the corner making himself busy with salty pretzels.

“Hi, Ned.” You greeted with a smile and he smiled back.

“Hey, (Y/N).”

“Sorry, I’m late. I hope you like cupcakes because I brought many of them.” You opened the box and Ned’s eyes shinned.

“You brought blueberry lemon? It’s my favourite!” He grabbed one with such excitement, making you giggle.

“Pete told me which one you liked it. I brought everyone’s favourite.”

“Pinneaple cream.” Peter picked his cupcake and gave her a pick kiss on the cheek.

“Also May’s red velvet cupcakes and my chocolate ones.”

“You need to hang out with us much more.” Ned said, making you giggle even more and rest your box over the table. You pulled the pretzel pot over and sat on Peter’s lap, resting your head on his chest. He involved you two with a blanket, making you both comfortable.

“What are we watching today?” You asked and the boys shrugged.

“We usually spend a full hour looking for something new to watch, but we end up watching Star Wars again.”

“So let’s skip straight to Star Wars.” You said chugging a bunch of pretzels on your mouth.

“You like Star Wars?” Peter frowned and you chuckled.

“Babe, we’ve been dating for almost a month and you don’t know my favourite movie?” His mouth fell slightly opened and Ned got excited, getting up to start the movie.

“So Star Wars it is!”

Peter couldn’t be happier than his girlfriend and his best friend were getting along. He loved to have you in his arms during the whole movie, just to feel you a little bit because you haven’t been this intimate in more than a week and he missed you. He loved when you and Ned started to argue about the movie and just rambled for some minutes and falling into laughter after a long discussion. It was a long night and they had a great time together.

“I have to leave now. My mom’s downstairs to take me home. But I had a good time with you guys today, I’m sorry for ruining the guy’s movie night.” “You’re invited to every single following one, (Y/N).” Ned said and Peter smiled to see that he changed his mind.

“Thank you, Ned. I left some cupcakes, and please don’t eat May’s.” You pleaded and they both nodded. “Good night boys, I’ll see you in school.”

“Nigh, (Y/N).” Ned said walking to the living room to give them some privacy.

“Good night, my love.” Peter said leaving one last kiss on her lips, making her smile widely. “Text me when you get home.”

“I will.” You waved at him and he waited until you disappeared from his sight to close the door. He returned to the living room with a stupid smile on his face, sitting next to Ned who was enjoying another cupcake.

“Oh, I love her so much.” He mumbled looking up to the ceiling. “Ned, I’m gonna marry her someday.” “Dude, how can you be so sure?”

“Because if it isn’t her, I don’t want to get married at all. She’s my everything, she’s perfect.”

“Aren’t you rushing into things? The last time you went this fast it ended up with Liz Allen breaking your heart.”

“This time it’s different. She isn’t Liz Allen. She’s my angel and I’m gonna marry her someday.” Peter smiled own himself and thought about how much he loved that girl and how special she was to him. He wanted more than anything to be with her forever.

“She’s just a High School girlfriend, Peter. Those relationships never last.”

“Wow, Ned. Very nice, uhm? I thought you liked (Y/N).”

“I do like her, but I’m being realistic.”

“Well, I don’t know. I hope you’re not right. I love her so much it hurts.”

“Whatever. Let’s play Dungeons and Dragons.”

(...)

“Uhm, you smell good.” You mumbled against Peter’s neck. He smiled and pressed a kiss on top of your head. You were cuddling together on a small seat back in the school bus coming back from a field trip. You were holding onto Peter’s arm while your legs rested over his and you gently rested your head on the crook of his neck, with his resting on top of yours.

“You sound tired.” He mumbled and you nodded.

“I’m very tired. And starving.” You looked up to him and he pressed a small kiss against your lips.

“Why don’t we go over to my apartment? We can buy a couple of Delmar’s along the way and just cuddle for the rest of the day. Maybe you could sleepover…” He suggested, blushing slightly since he never invited you to a sleepover before.

“I’d loved that.” You rubbed circles on his face and gently kissed his lips again. Once you pulled away, you got your head back in the crook of his neck and closed your eyes to get a little nap since you were so comfortable that way.

You and Peter have been dating for several months now, you weren’t sure how many, but you knew it’s been a long time. And you were glad that you were finally growing into a more mature relationship and you were proud of what you’re becoming. You couldn’t wait to see where you were going next and it was exciting.

You were almost snoring with Peter’s arms involving you into a comforting hug and slightly rocking you, but you felt his arms tense up and you shot your eyes open to look at him. Peter was staring outside the window with a worried expression and you sat straight to meet what he was looking at. A giant circle was flying over New York and you could feel he knew something was wrong.

“I guess we’re not doing Delmar’s and sleepovers tonight.”

“I am so sorry, baby.” He kissed your lips and you nodded.

“Go get ‘em, tiger.” You whispered against his lips and he nodded, turning around to see Ned sitting next to MJ, who was too distracted reading a book.

“Ned, I need you to cause a distraction.” Peter pointed his head to the circle and Ned’s eyes widened.

“Holy shit. WE’RE ALL GONNA DIE, THERE’S A SPACESHIP…” Ned ran for the back of the bus making everyone follow him to see what was going on. Peter gave you one last look while putting his web-shooters on and opened the window before grinning to you with concern.

“I love you.” He said and your heart ached because something about it seemed wrong.

“I love you too.” He shot the window and got out of it, disappearing in the New York skyline. You leaned against the window and watched him go again with a sharp pain in your chest.

“He’s gonna be okay.” Ned mumbled standing next to you in the hallway and you nodded, too worried to say anything. He sat next to you and rested a hand on your shoulder. “You could stay in my apartment for a movie night until he gets back. We can watch Star Wars.”

“That would be great, thank you. I could use a distraction.”

“He’s amazing and you know that. He’s gonna be back home in time to join us for the movie.”

But he wasn’t and you were starting to get concerned. You managed to get quickly to Ned’s apartment and not get any harm. You parents were still at work and stuck there, so they were glad you were with someone to make you company. He tried to cheer you up, even made snacks and got a new Lego for you to build, but you were too worried about Peter.

You sat down and watched the chaos on TV and there was even footage of Spider-Man, Iron Man and some other heroes fighting bad guys and it made your heartache to see your boyfriend in such dangerous situation. So you cried over a pot of ice cream offered by Ned and just rambled on to him about every concern you had until he managed to make you calm down with funny movies and some snacks.

“We ran out of salty pretzels.” You said once you realized it was all gone.

“I have chocolate pretzels if you want it.” He suggested and you nodded.

“Pretty please.” He chuckled and went to get some in the kitchen. You kept on watching the movie until you heard a shattering glass sound as if he dropped the bowl on the floor. “Ned, are you okay?” You stood up and went to find him in the kitchen, meeting nothing but a broken bowl, chocolate pretzels all over the place and a pile of dust lying next to it. “Oh, God.”

You tried to reach for your phone but it fell from your hand as you watched it turning to dust. Your eyes widened and even though you wanted to scream or say something, you couldn’t. All your mind was thinking of was Peter and all you could do was pray that he was okay. And suddenly you were gone.

(...)

When you woke up you felt a little dizzy. Your vision was blurry and you could throw up right there if you had anything on your stomach. You head was in such a huge pain and your muscles were all tensed up. You were very confused and you just lied until your vision was okay again and you could sit up, finding a very strange place. An adult woman was standing in the living room with a shocked face, a glass up water broken on the floor. You frowned, trying to recognize that woman or the place you were, which were not unfamiliar. This was Ned’s house.

And then you remembered everything. The field trip, Peter, being in Ned’s apartment and turning into dust. Your eyes widened and you stirred in your heels to look around the room, finding Ned sitting on the floor, rubbing his eyes, just confused as you. Nobody dared to say a word until Ned himself said.

“Holy shit!” He cursed and shot up quickly. “Mom?”

“Ned! I thought you were dead.” The woman ran across you and hugged her son tightly, sprinkling kisses across his face.

“What happened?” He asked and the woman was soaked in tears.

“They called it The Snap, at least that’s what the Avengers told us when they came back. And half of the population of the universe turned into dust, including you and your father. I was the only one left.”

“(Y/N).” Ned said and got off his mom’s embrace to meet you in the living room, pulling you into a tight hug. “Are you okay?”

“I guess so. I’m a little dizzy, though.”

“I’m gonna get you something to eat and some medicine to take.” The woman said and you followed Ned the living room, where he changed channels to the news one, showing that everyone was back. You sat there, trying to process the whole thing and trying to remember what happened until you remembered the most important thing.

“Peter…” You whispered and looked at Ned. “Where’s Peter, is he okay?” He shrugged a little hesitant and his mother came back with two sandwiches.

“Peter died with you all when it happened. But since you two came back, maybe he’s back too.” She said and you nodded, taking the sandwich.

“Thank, Mrs Leeds. But I should go home, my mom must be looking for me.�� You said and she nodded. “Ned, if you hear anything from Peter, call me.”

“I’m sure he’s gonna get to you first.”

“Don’t care, bye!” You ran out of the apartment and quickly walked to your own, which wasn’t so far away from Ned’s.

The street was chaos, people appearing out of nowhere and reuniting with their loved ones, it was almost getting in your way home. You ran on the streets, trying to get there as quick as possible, even though you were eating a sandwich and your head was hurting a lot. Your mom and dad were standing in front of your building and you ran for their embrace.

“Sweetheart, you’re okay!” Your dad said, pulling you tightly into a hug.

“I am, dad.” You said hugging them ever tighter. “What happened to you guys?”

“We stayed alive, you were the only one who was snapped and we were… devastated.” Your mom started to say and she was crying more than anything right now. “I’m so glad you’re okay.”

“What about Peter? And May?”

“They both snapped sweetie.” Your father said and you were lost in tears. “But I’m sure they are fine now, just like you are.”

“God, I’m praying for them to be.” You said and your mom nodded.

“Let’s get you upstairs, you look horrible, we’ll take care of you.”

Thank God your father was a doctor and had everything you need to be okay. He got you an IV access for serum and medicine, lied you down in your bed and had your mom making you something to eat.

“I want burgers. I’m so hungry.” You said and she smiled nodding.

“I’m gonna make as much as you want them. I’m not sure if they are delivering food today.” Your mother winked and you chuckled.

Right after she came back with two burgers, they just filled you in with everything. Five years had gone by and half of the universe was wiped from existence and they even had a funeral for you, a small one since there weren’t many people left, but they never got the courage to pack all your stuff and give it away. Your mom was three months pregnant because, after years of mourning for you, they decided they needed to try having kids again and now you were gonna have a sibling. And they told about the battle and the day Steve Rogers came to television to clear everything up for everyone. You found out that now your parents knew about him being Spider-Man, that they met Tony Stark because he visited them to meet the family of Peter’s gorgeous girlfriend and he made them swear they wouldn’t give Peter’s secret away. Oh, you missed him so much and you wish he was there so you could take care of each other.

After a long night catching up on each other’s life, your parent’s decided you needed some sleep because even though you were gone for five years, you must be tired, so they removed your IV and left the room. You tried to phone May, but she wasn’t getting your calls, neither was Peter and you started to worry. That’s why you didn’t sleep at all when your parents left, you stood wide awake, worried about your boyfriend and trying to reach him somehow. You gave up when tiredness started to hit you and it was almost four in the morning, you needed some sleep. That’s was when you closed your eyes and seconds after it, you heard a noise on your fire escape.

Spider-Mans suit was much different from the last time you saw it, since before it was much more subtle and now it is an iron suit, just like Iron Man’s. Peter looked just the same from the last time you saw him, except that he had many bruises and dry blood all over his face. He looked tired and hurt, but especially sad, with tears in his eyes. You stood up in a heartbeat and ran for his arms without even saying a word. Peter relaxed one you held him and it felt like the whole world’s weight left his shoulders.

“Oh my God, I can’t believe you’re here.” You whispered in his ear and he gasped. “I thought I had lost you.”

“Me too.” He leaned back and cupped your cheek, rubbing it with his thumb and taking in every detail of your face. He kissed you and it was… magical. So needy and the only thing that mattered right at that moment. Peter leaned against the wall and pulled you by the waist. He pressed a button to contract his suit so he could feel your skin, making him moan in your lips. “Baby, you have no idea what happened.”

“You can tell me about everything. Just let it all go.” You rubbed his back and he started to cry even harder.

“Tony died. He died saving all of us.” He started to sob and you pulled him into a tight hug. “He died right in front of me and I did… nothing.”

“I’m so sorry Pete.” You could feel his pain exhaling to your body and you wanted it more than ever to go away.

“All I could think about was you, from the second I came back. I fought for you, to get back to you.” He moved some strays of hair from your face and kissed you again, with much more intensity. “Marry me.” He whispered against your lips.

“What?” You were drunk in his kisses and he kept them happening.

“Marry me, (Y/N) (Y/L/N).” He whispered again between kisses and you broke them off.

“Peter, we’re still in High School.”

“I don’t care, I just wanna be with you for the rest of my life.” He said it again, initiating another kiss. “All of this only made it more clear, that you’re the love of my life and the universe gave us a second chance to be together and I don’t wanna waste even one second of it. I wanna be with you forever because if it isn’t you, there’s no point at all. I wanna marry you, (Y/N). And I’ve never been so sure of everything before in my life.”

“Then marry me, Peter Parker.” You smiled and pulled him into another kiss. “But can we at least wait until we graduate?” He nodded with a small grin on his face.

“We don’t need to rush. I’ll just keep asking you every day until the wedding.” You laughed and pulled him to bed.

“What about May? Is she okay?”

“Yes. She’s in the hospital, a little dehydrated. Uhm, we lost the apartment and we don’t have a place to stay right now, so I guess she’s fine there. I’ll just crash at the Stark Tower in Manhattan.”

“Hell no! We haven’t seen each other in five years and we just got engaged. You’re gonna stay here and I’ll get you something to eat and take care of you.” He smiled softly and you left the room to get some things to take care of him.

Eventually, your parents woke up and your father took care of Peter’s wounds and got him an IV just like yours. You all filled in each other’s lives and now everyone knew what had happened during this time you were gone. Peter got so happy when he heard that your mom was pregnant and he was happy that at least in your life everything was okay. He didn’t know how he’d recover from this, but he knew there would always be someone to help.

“Oh, Peter. We have a spare bedroom that soon is gonna turn into a baby’s room. But there’s still furniture left in there and we can keep it that way for some more months. Why don’t you and May stay with us until you find somewhere to stay.”

“That would be great.” He smiled and nodded. “I hope it doesn’t bother you.”

“Not at all! You’re family Pete.” Your mother caressed his face just like you do. “I guess you’re gonna need some rest. No funny business you two, but you can share the bed tonight.”

“Thank you, Mr. and Mrs. (Y/L/N).”

“Good night, kids.”

“Good night.” They mumbled watching them closing the door.

“Feeling better?” You asked and he nodded, pulling you closer to lie with him.

“I love you more than anything in the world.”

“I love you too.” You pressed a kiss on his nose and turned around to be spooned.

“Good night, future wifey.”

“Good night, future hubby.”

(...)

You wanted more than anything to just shut your computer down and do something else to relax, but exams were close and you needed to study harder than ever. You knew college wasn’t easy, but you didn’t know it was that hard. After many years of struggling with the end of semesters and many essays to do, now you had your apartment instead of living in a small dormitory on campus. Taking care of it and having to deal with college stuff was hard, but that was just being a grown-up.

First, it was easy because you shared the apartment with your boyfriend Peter. You decided to move in together since you were in Harvard, he was in the MIT and maybe moving in together would make you guys see each other more often, which was a big lie. Peter stopped doing his Spider-Man duties when he wasn’t in New York, but still was working on Stark Industries inside the MIT and it was consuming most of his time, so he was never home.

After a while fighting tiredness, it finally won and you decided to stop studying to lie in front of the TV, maybe drink some alcoholic drink and order pizza because you were too tired to do anything other than procrastinating. You missed Peter more than you could express and you wish he was there to lie with you and just watch a full season of Parks and Recreation with you and doing silly Ben Wyatt impressions just because he knew you liked it. But the door never opened and he never came back home.

“Hi, darling. I’m so sorry I’m late.” Peter entered the apartment holding a big pizza box. “I ran into the pizza guy when I got here and got it for you.”

“Uhm, my hero.” You opened your arms to hug him and he pulled you up into a koala hug, one you very much appreciated. “I missed you so much.”

“I missed you too.” He kissed her temple and she leaned back to analyze his face, grinning. “What is it?”

“You’re so beautiful.”

“Oh, baby. You’re beautiful too.” He kissed her again and settled her back in the couch. “Did you have a nice day?”

“Uhm, not really. Kind of tiring, I spent the whole day studying. And you?”

“Well, I’m not exactly thrilled today.” He said and leaned back into the couch, taking you with him.

“What’s wrong baby?”

“It’s Tony’s death anniversary.” You nodded, knowing how hard this was for him.

“Oh. It’s okay, I got you.” You said and he smiled weakly.

“I don’t know. I just spent the whole day working and suddenly that whole day couldn’t get out of my head. I know it’s been years, but I remembered every detail of it, the battle, seeing him dying in front of my eyes. And then I remembered coming back to you.”

“The night we…”

“The night we got engaged.” He finished your sentence and you nodded. “I’m just kind of bummed that I keep asking you to be my wife over the years, but we were too young, and then we didn’t have money. But now I have a job, we’re almost out of college and I think we’re old enough to get married now.”

“Babe does this means…”

“I want us to finally get married.” He said and you widened your eyes.

“Oh my God, are you sure?”

“Yes! But I want to do this right, you know… Buy you an engagement ring, find a new place for us in New York, get that big wedding we’ve always wanted.” He said and you nodded excitedly.

“Are we really doing this?” You asked and he nodded with a big smile on his face.

“Only if you want to.”

“Of course! I want this more than anything in the world.” You jumped into his arms and kissed him hungrily. “Ugh, I love you so much. You sure know how to make my day.”

“I love you too, bubs.”

(...)

“Hey, everyone’s waiting for you. Are you ready?” MJ knocked softly on the door and found you checking yourself out in the big mirror in your room.

“I don’t know. Do I look alright?” You turned to check the back of the dress and MJ smiled.

“You look amazing, as always.” She chuckled and you smiled at her. “So I think you’re ready.”

“I think I am.” You were shaking and nervous, which MJ noticed and rested a hand on your arm to calm you down.

“Your father is waiting for you.” She left after she said those words and you glanced at yourself in the mirror to breath deeply one last time.

“Let’s do this.” You whispered to yourself and walked out of that room, nervous as fuck. Your dad was fixing his tie by the time you got there.

“Oh my God, sweetheart. You look… stunning.” His eyes watered once he saw you. “I loved the dress.”

“Thank you, dad.” You smiled at him and gave him a big hug. “Do you think Peter’s gonna like it?”

“He would like it even if it was the worst dress in the world. The only thing that matters to him is the girl wearing it.”

“So, you’re not giving me a ‘don’t get married’ speech like every father?”

“No.” He smiled tenderly and kissed the top of your head. “I trust Peter and I trust you. And you belong together.”

“Thank you, dad. I love you.”

“I love you too.” You entwined your arms and the music started to play. Making your heart beat faster and you swear you could just throw up right there.

You and Peter decided to have a wedding over the Starks lake house once Pepper offered you the place the day you both visited her and told her the good news. You were both thrilled to have an outdoor wedding facing a pretty lake. It was the perfect place to make everything official and you couldn’t be happier.

“Okay, let’s do this.” You said and they opened the front door so you could step out in the porch and meet everyone waiting for you.

Peter was waiting down the aisle and his eyes watered to see you wearing a wedding dress and he was the lucky guy you were getting married to. He just couldn’t believe how lucky he was to get the girl of his dreams. You cried too, he looked to beautiful as well and it was like everything around you disappeared when you were both in the room and that was all you needed. Your dad shook his hand and walked to join your mom in the front row. Peter smile was bigger than you’ve ever seen before. He leaned in and kissed your forehead before pulling you to the small stage.

You got to finally take a good look at the crowd. Lots of superheroes and their families, some friends you made over the years, a few families, including your mom and dad sitting next to May, Morgan and Pepper. Your best friends were also sitting in the front, always giving you the biggest support. You smiled to see everyone there, in the most important moment of your life. The ceremony started and the minister got to say a few words before you could start your vows.

“(Y/N), my pretty girl. I don’t think you remember this, but years ago, back when we started dating, I invited you over to my apartment for a movie night with me and Ned. You brought cupcakes and watched Star Wars with her. We already knew you were the coolest person in the world and that we had a great time that night. But there’s one thing you don’t know. That was the night I first said that I was going to marry you someday, and I kept that promise. We got engaged when we were only 17 and I kept asking you to be my wifey over the many years that followed. Thank God we finally got here.” He was holding your hands and looking directly in your eyes, that were watering with every word he was saying. “I had long nights awake thinking about what to say to you when we started to plan the wedding and to be honest, I still don’t know what to say. “ You all chuckled, but you squeezed his hands to comfort him. “I guess I just wanted you to know that you’re the prettiest girl in the whole world and that I love you more than life itself. It’s been years since I first said I wanted to marry you and nothing ever changed. I love you with every cell of my body and I will love you through all eternity.”

“You dummy.” You chuckled and he took a deep breath.

“Life tried to tear us apart and when we finally got a second chance after the snap… I just knew it was meant to be and I’m really glad we’re doing this today. I vow to always take care of you, just like you have taken care of me through all these years. And I promise to try making you happy every day and to always be by your side when you need me. I love you, wifey.” You mouthed an ‘I love you’ back and he smiled.

“(Y/N), your vows…”

“Pete. I don’t even know where to start. Okay, let’s just start with our first date. We were so raw and we talked about a lot of intimate stuff on the first time we went out and I just knew I trusted you with all my heart and you trusted me back. You told me you wanted to start a family of your own someday because you wanted to make a kid have a good life with their parents like you never had. I was already so head over heels for you that in already knew I wanted to be the person you created your family with.” He was crying much more than you were at that moment. “I thought I had lost you many years ago and thank God we got a second chance because I wouldn’t know what I’d do without you and our little family. I love you since that one, and I love our story, how we got here and the battles we fought together. They are just as important to me as you are. And I’ll love you until my last breath, just like I did some years ago, and just like I will when the time comes. I’ll love you through all eternity, hubby.”

“Peter, do you accept (Y/N) as your wife?”

“I do.” He said looking you in the eyes and you couldn’t be happier.

“(Y/N), do you take Peter as your husband?”

“I do.” You repeated his words and if he could, Peter would have just kissed you right there. You slipped your rings in each other’s fingers and kissed your hands.

“I now declare you husband and wife. You may kiss the bride.”

Peter took you in his arms and kissed you as he had never done before, and to be honest, it was the first time you kissed as a married couple. You were over the clouds and proud to be right there with him, you couldn’t be happier after all those years trying to get to that place. It was the perfect timing and meant to be.

“I love you, hubby.”

“I love you, wifey.”

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denqis · 4 years

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hi! i’m here to request a scenario, since i saw u wanted some requests 💓 currently super bogged down w chemistry work for my exam tmrw, so fluffy kageyama or tanaka or todoroki (whoever u like) and reader studying together, w cuddling and snacks and comfort bc the reader’s a bit stressed? if that’s ok w u 💓 thank uuuu

this is super cute, thanks for requesting! <33

i ended up doing hcs for all of them, hope that's okay! good luck with your exam, don't stress yourself too much!

stuDYING || reader x various

kageyama

— busts into your room, huge bag of snacks stuffed under his arms and a proud smile on his lips

— but when he sees how stressed you look, he just plops down onto your bed and watches you silently

— "tobio bubba, if you stare at me like that i won't be able to concentrate."

— he instantly averts his gaze and mumbles an apology

— after around an hour you let out a frustrated sigh and just storm off, leaving your boyfriend baffled

— it takes him a few seconds before he finally reacts and runs after you, hearing your sobs coming from the bathroom

— he stands there, knocking up a storm, asking if you're okay over and over

— when you finally unlock the door, he'll just bear hug you and peck the top of your head

— "let's take a walk and when we get back we'll finally eat those snacks."

— when you try to argue and say that you need to study, he'll ignore you and just pull you outside

— "you need to take breaks or your brain will fry."

— he's not the smartest, but he will try and help you wherever he can, be it taking notes for you or stuffing snacks into your mouth

ㅡ at the end of the day, you were really thankful for kageyama keeping you company, his presence really calming you down

tanaka

— sees that you're studying but he will not be ignored

— talks to you about the most random stuff, until you slam your pen down and turn to face him

— "ryu, please. shut up."

— he acts hurt, but he'll just pull you from your chair to cuddle

— "i know how important this is for you, but you know what helps a whole lot? spending time with your boyfriend!"

— will not let you go, but this sly lil fucker got your notes and just quizzes you on every topic

— for every question you answered correctly he'd kiss you and for every answer you'd get wrong he'd also kiss you because he felt like you needed more encouragement

— "see? you'll be fine. you're disgustingly smart. no need to worry, i'll love you even if you fail."

— you titter bitterly but oh my god why are there tears running down your face???

— he PANICS

— "babe! oh no, what's wrong? are you hurt?"

— he'll rock you back and forth but will also ask you to see what's truly important, this was just an exam. your life didn't depend on it

— he's just so pure and wants the best for his friends let alone you. so after you'd finished your exam, he'll stand there with a stupid grin and a few flowers that he ripped from the school's garden last minute

todoroki

ㅡ poor baby wouldn't really know how to handle you being all stressed and snappy

— but he's smart, very very smart

— so he'll just help you wherever he can, explaining all the problems you can't wrap your head around

— super super proud of you when you finally get something you had problems with

— kisses your cheek softly every time you understand something

— gives you tons of tips

— "todo i can't do this, i'll just cheat..."

— you should NOT have said that because he'll most definitely glare at you and start a whole monologue about how cheating is wrong and for stupid people

— "baby. you're smart. you can do this, but if you want to we can take a break."

— he reads you so so well, he knows exactly what you need and when

— he notices that you get more and more frustrated and before you can snap and start crying and overwhelm him completely, he'll pull you into a hug and get you something to drink and your favorite snack

— may feel a little under appreciated at times, but he knows how important your studies are to you and in general. but best believe he'll make up for lost time once your exams are over

— will call you up in the middle of the night to quiz you. you hate him for it but he just means well

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jamesbuckybarnes19174 · 1 year

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💌message to jamie🐺: hiiiii i stilllll misssss uuuuuuuu

💌message to jamie🐺: mhm my wolfie🥰🐺💗

💌message to jamie🐺: WOWOWOW !!! LOOK SO SO HANDSOME !!! 🥰💗✨

💌message to jamie🐺: what’s the tux for baby? :)

💌message to jamie🐺: love love loveeeeee uuuu🥰💗 i love u !!!!! so so sooooo much love i’m sending !!! can u feel it through the phone????

💌message to jamie🐺: hehe u always give me butterflies🥰🦋💗

💌message to jamie🐺: isn’t the butterfly emoji so cute jamie?🥰🦋hehehe

💌message to jamie🐺: yes yes i promise that i am always safe! *sends a selfie of me in the quinjet, trying to look tough, pouting slightly, my seatbelt on* seatbelts on!!!!

💌message to jamie🐺: can we go on a helicopter ride🥰 that way u can hold my hand n keep me safe!!!🥰💗

💌message to jamie🐺: awwww i wish i was bunny the plushie🥺💗 she looks sooo comfy on ur lap!!! and i want kissies!!!!!! *sends pictures of my bear on my lap, kissing the top of its head, a selfie of me smiling with my bear, then sitting at the desk with the bear sitting on my head*

💌message to jamie🐺: i’m okay👍am so strong n tough👍 (i cried when they disinfected my cut today🫶) *sends a selfie of me teary eyed in the medbay, bruce’s shoulder right next to mine in the corner of the picture, his face not showing*

💌message to jamie🐺: at the medbay they said was sort of deep :/ i’ll be careful🥺 i’m happy urs is healing well!!💗

💌message to jamie🐺: hehe no no i love the collar!! we’ll match🥰💗

💌message to jamie🐺: ahhh shdbsns meep meep sndnsndn mhmmmmmmmmmmmmwannahavesexwithuuuuuuu 🥺💗

💌message to jamie🐺: hehehe okie okie will send lots of my face🥰💗

💌message to jamie🐺: i loveeee uuuu💗💗i love being urs n yes yes ur mine🥰

💌message to jamie🐺: meeep🥺yes i love how it feels🥺🥺🥺 dbfbsnd eek still shy🥺 is okay?🥺

💌message to jamie🐺: dbfbdndbd noo ndnfndnd shhh shh shhhhh

💌message to jamie🐺: *sends a video of me in the bathroom, my phone propped up so u can see my face and body, fully naked, blushing deeply* hi b-baby… *chuckles, picking the phone up, bringing it to the shower with me, setting it on a shelf, rubbing soap on my body* m-miss y-you… m-miss you really bad… *bites my lip, rubbing soap over my tits, breathing heavy, blushing deeply, then rubs at my clit, whimpering* m-miss your cock… w-wanna… rub ur cock between my thighs… *whines softly, slowly pushing a finger inside of me with one hand, the other hand massaging my tit* mmmm…. w-want you inside me j-james… w-want you so bad… y-your cock in my m-mouth… s-suck it hard… wanna suck it all night baby… feel so good… have you cum in my mouth n all over me… *whines, fingering myself faster, my knees buckling a little, catching myself* mmm… s-shit… ‘m g-gonna cum… i love you… s-shit ‘m c-cumming *whines and releases, holding onto a railing, panting heavily, then turns off the video*

💌message to jamie🐺: *sends a mirror selfie of myself in my pjs after my shower, my hair in a towel, bruce on his phone in bed* all clean! :) 🐰🧼

💌message to jamie🐺: hiii nat💗

💌message to jamie🐺: eeek i loveeeee uuuu💗💗 ur sooooo good at texting n sexting jamie🥰💗🫶

💌voice message to jamie🐺: hi jamie… mmm mhm was accident… i got it disinfected today… was ouchies but i’m brave *chuckles softly* no it’s okay baby! i love them, so keep sending them, okay? they make me feel very nice *giggles softly* and i’m sure bruce is not around when i film them, i make sure of it! *chuckles* i’m okay baby, hope you’re having a good day! *giggles softly* okay good… can do things to plushie me since i’m not there *giggles softly* that’s what i do! i give bucky bear lots of kissies n hugs n cuddles! mmm i felt your bracelet earlier… pressing mine now… *hums softly* mmmm i miss us taking care of each other… was sweet… n nice… *chuckles softly* it’ll be just us soon, yeah? scout n jamie back together again and get to be with each other and cuddle n kiss n hug n all that good stuff, yeah? i’m excited for that… *hums, then chuckles* oh god, no no, i don’t record these when bruce is here… is just me n you… *sighs softly* i miss you a ton honey… love you so so freaking much… *chuckles* i’ll try n stay out of the medbay… mhm i’ll stay safe, you too, okay? i love you… love you so much…

💌comms: hi wolfie… still missing you *chuckles softly* mmmm yeah got some pain meds if i need… hurts little but think sleepys will help… i’ll be safe n careful, i promise… love you so much… night night…

💌message to jamie🐺: wish u were here to hold me 🥺 pout 🥺

💌message to jamie🐺: *sends mirror selfie of me, looking sleepy, in the middle of rubbing my eye* night night jamie…

💌message to bunny: I’m still missing you baby

💌message to bunny: your wolfie :) my bunny :)

💌message to bunny: yeah? You think so? It’s for an event we need to go to over here. *sends another pic of the fitting, this time with the suit jacket on, just a plain all black suit, Nat sitting in the back*

💌message to bunny: I love you so much baby❤️❤️❤️love you❤️yes I feel the love but I wanna be with you

💌message to bunny: it’s a cute emoji, yes. You give me butterflies too :)

💌message to bunny: okay baby, be extra safe for me though, okay? *sends a picture of me in the suit, in the car, smiling*

💌message to bunny: Sure, if we need to go on a helicopter together at some point lol

💌message to bunny: I wish you were bunny the plushie too lol

💌message to bunny: You are very cute my baby :) with the bear. Gotta give me all that love when we’re back together.

💌message to bunny: Oh baby:( it hurt that bad? I know you’re my strong baby.

💌message to bunny: who’s next to you?

💌message to bunny: Nat said it’s Bruce lol, did she guess right?

💌message to bunny: Okay be careful.

💌message to bunny: oh yeah? You wanna have sex with me? Can I get a clearer message babygirl :) use your words.

💌message to bunny: Am all yours honey. You’re all mine.

💌message to bunny: yes is okay baby, no worries if you’re shy :) it is okay you like the grinding :) I’m glad you have something to do to relieve yourself

💌message to bunny: what? You are so fucking sexy, baby. That’s the truth

💌message to bunny: it’s proven even more by the video you just sent me goddamn

💌message to bunny: I wanna be in that shower with you

💌message to bunny: You really know my weak spots huh?

💌message to bunny: *sends a video of me in the bathroom, setting the phone on the counter so you can see me, still in my suit, taking off the tie then the jacket* hey baby *takes my belt off, then unbuttons a few of my shirt buttons* you rubbin’ all over your tits was so cute baby…*palms myself over my pants and then unzips them, pushing them down a little to take my cock out* you wanna suck this cock all night baby? *spits on my hand then starts to stroke my cock* fuck…when you said that I lost my shit…felt my dick twitch and I just…had to not watch the rest until…I had more time…cause all I can think about is how I just wanna…fuck you all night when we’re together again…I wanna fuckin’ ruin your pussy baby…*moans and leans against the wall as i stroke my cock, looking at the camera* mmm and when you get too sensitive I’d use your mouth…cause you’re such a good girl for me hm? Wanna please me…*groans and pumps my cock faster, precum dripping onto my hand and floor* I-I wanna please you too…god I wanna see you cum over and over again for me, just me *moans and growls a little* you wanna see me make a mess? *chuckles and then moves a little closer to the camera, stroking myself faster* I-I love makin’ messes baby…I want you to think about this cum on your tits…or your face…anywhere on or in you I just want it fuckin’ on or in you baby…you’re my fuckin’ cumslut…o-oh I love you…l-love you so much baby…fuck *whines and then releases onto my pant leg, making sure the camera gets that part and then leans down so you can see my face again, smiling lazily* love you *stops the video*

💌message for bunny: *sends a picture of me in the shower with soap on my chest, then a mirror selfie, giving a thumbs up*

💌message for bunny: was bruce in the room when you made that little shower video, bunny?

💌message for bunny: Nat? Oh she was working next to me

💌message for bunny: *sends a picture of me laying on my bed, outstretching my arms to take the pic and you can see Nat in the other bed*

💌message for bunny: Stevie left for a day or two to do some solo stuff. Nat has to room with me. She says hi

💌message for bunny: I love you too :) I’m glad I’m good at both :) you’re very good at both

💌voice message to bunny: hey baby…mhm you’re my brave girl…you’re doin’ good with it honey…I hope it starts to feel better tomorrow…*chuckles* okay, I’ll keep sendin’ them, they’re fun. Bruce better not be around when you film them…*chuckles* I make sure I have the privacy…oh and I…watched that last video you sent again and…layin’ in bed right now ‘m…I wanna rub my cock between your thighs too like uh…fuck them when we’re all sleepy and cuddlin’ in bed…just slowly movin’ my hips against you…and I know you’d get off on it too *snorts* You’ve got a deep hold on me darlin’…’m okay…just missin’ you a lot…like a lot…I hope you’re okay…mhm I got bunny tucked in next to me…ill give her a kiss goodnight for you okay? I felt the bracelet earlier, I’ll do mine now…mhm it’ll be us soon again…just wanna hide away for a bit with you *chuckles* don’t wanna see anyone but you…is that crazy? I want our lazy days again…all the cuddles and kissies and hugs and all of it, I think we’re in agreement on that *laughs* missin’ it so much…mmm I love you so fuckin’ much…you’re the love of my life honey did you know that? *chuckles* feel so lucky…I’m all safe baby…you stay safe…I’ll keep you extra safe once we’re back together…is soon. We’re uh…we’re gettin’ there…I think you’re gonna be home first but baby, I’ll get there as soon as I can okay? I love you so much baby…I-I really miss you…I love you…

💌comms: am still missin’ you too bunny…mhm sleep will help but take the medicine if you need to…I love you so much…my sweet little baby…miss you in my arms so much…I love you…

💌message to bunny: shit I called you baby over comms

💌message to bunny: it’s okay lol, I got caught up . I wish I was there to hold you too baby

💌message to bunny: oh you’re so adorable :) need to fuckin’ snuggle the shit out of you

💌message to bunny: going to bed now :) or gonna try to👍*sends sleepy pic of me, smiling, sticking my tongue out a little* love you❤️

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avmisworld · 4 years

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BTS reaction to you being drunk:

Kim Seokjin:

You never really liked alcohol, it always tasted bitter to you and you weren't really interested in being completely unfiltered in front of other people. Yet, here you were, in a bar in Seoul with three of your best friends, after they had literally dragged you out of your house.

The reason you had agreed to drink was because the outing was planned as a celebration for one of your friends' birthday, and you couldn't really say no to her puppy eyes and pleads.

The problem here was that you hardly ever drink, which resulted in you being very lightweight. Like, comically lightweight. So after one bottle of suju you were already fairly tipsy.

At the end of the night, you find yourself standing outside of the bar with the rest of your friends, teeth chattering due to the late night cold and dialing the number you knew by heart.

"Hey, sweetheart", you smile automatically at the sound of Jin's sweet voice, your hazy mind screaming with happiness at the thought of your boyfriend staying up until you get home. "Where are you?"

"I'm here", you slur into the phone, "And I want to cuddle, so come get me.", you demand in a whiny voice, pouting into the cellphone as if Jin can see your face.

"Ohhh... "Here" you say?", Jin sounds amused despite your seriousness, and your pout grows even more. "Mind sending me the address, love?", He asks ever so patiently, and you can already hear the dangling of the car keys in Jin's hand as he gets ready to leave.

"Okay", you mumble, hugging yourself tightly as you rock on your heels, regretting not bringing a jacket with you for this weather. "Just get here fast", you beg, already missing your boyfriend's soft hoodies and warm hugs.

"I'm on my way, cutie."

***

"Seokjinnie~~~~", you jump on your boyfriend as he opens the driver's car door and walks towards you, looking cute as ever in a soft pink sweater and black Adidas joggers, his dark blue slippers making a soft slapping sound against the sidewalk when he stumbles back from the force of your jump, wrapping his arms around your waist with a huff of surprise.

"Y/N", he laughs, setting you down gently, and pushing a strand of hair away from your eyes. His cap is pulled low over his eyes to avoid being recognized, but you can still see his full pink lips, and the need to kiss him overcomes you suddenly.

"Jinnieee~~~ You're so handsome, you know?", You mumble when Jin intertwines your hands, leading you to your car after thanking your friends for staying with you.

Jin smiles, opening the passenger door for you and pushing you in gently, before leaning forward to put on your seat belt for you. "I know", he replies, winking at you cheekily.

You stare at your boyfriend with heart eyes as he straps you in your seat and then fixes the strap of your blue glittery dress from where it slipped down your shoulder.

"You're so sexy", you continue, making your boyfriend chuckle as you continue to praise him, "And your lips are so prettyyyy. I wanna kiss them all the timeeee.", You say, reaching your hands to squeeze Jin's cheeks between the palms of your hands, causing his lips to pucker, and making you giggle.

Jin shakes his head, releasing your hands from his face gently and moving backwards to close your door.

"Let's get home, and then you'll kiss them as much as you want, okay?", He says when he starts the car ignition, shooting you a fond look before starting to drive.

You yawn, the warm air from the AC and the soft music playing on the radio causing you to fall into a dreamlike state. "Okay, sexy", you mumble, eyes drooping as you lean your head back on the car seat.

You can hear Jin's windshield wiper laugh in the back of your mind, but you don't really acknowledge it, eyes falling closed and breathing steadying as you fall asleep.

Yoongi:

This day had been a pain in the ass, to be honest. Your boyfriend, Yoongi, had completely dissapeared from your shared apartment lately, due to BTS's upcoming comeback, and he had been practicing and recording all month long, which usually resulted in him sleeping at the boys' shared dorm instead of coming back home (if he even got any sleep).

Usually, you knew how to deal with being alone. But today, even your most trusted friend couldn't hang out, and your apartment never felt so lonely.

All this resulted in you opening your boyfriend's favorite cabinet, and grabbing a bottle of his expensive vodkas.

Only after downing half of the bottle, did you start to realize that a) your boyfriend is not going to be happy about his favorite vodka missing, and b) you were tipsy.

Rocking your body slightly, you stare at your phone beside you with a frown. It seemed as if it was taunting you, encouraging you to call Suga even when you knew you definitely shouldn't disturb him.

Sighing heavily, you decide that indeed, calling Yoongi wasn't acceptable. But bombarding your Kakao Talk chat with pictures of you, glossy eyed and blurry, surely was.

You: I missdsdss uuuu

You: Come bac homefkf

You: Plzzzz

You: Meowewww

Suga💞: What are you doing????

Suga💞: Why are you drinking in the middle of the day

Forgetting your agreement with yourself, you pick up the phone, clicking on your boyfriend's number on speed dial and pressing the device to your ear, taking another sip of the golden liquid in your cup with a sigh.

"Y/N, I'm in the middle of recording", Yoongi says the second he picks up, and you pout, mad at the lack of attention you're getting.

"I'm sowwyy", you mumble in aeygo, "But I miss you lots", you pause before adding, "And I'm a bit drunk".

You hear Suga sigh on the other side of the line, exasperated yet undeniably fond. "Look, I can't talk right now, but I promise I'll come back home tonight, okay?"

You smile widely at the news, tapping your feet on the ground with excitement, your tears long forgotten. "Okay", you agree.

"Good. Now stop drinking and go take a shower or something. I'll talk to you later.", Suga says, ever the caring boyfriend, even when you constantly pester him.

"I love you", you say into the phone, softly, because you really do, and even your drunk self thinks that Yoongi deserves to know it.

"Me too, baby".

Hoseok:

You stumble through the door, kicking your shoes off the second you cross the welcome mat and stretching your hands over you head as you let out a yawn, your black sweater riding up to reveal a flash your tummy.

You're drunk. And tired. You had went to hang out with a friend at her house and somehow you ended up finishing three bottles of soju and dancing on the rooftop of her house barefoot.

It was fun, but you were completely drained right now and the fact that you walked from your friend's house to your own apartment in your state, only made you more exhausted.

"Y/N?? Is that you?", You hear a cautious voice before the sound of bare feet against your carpeted floor reaches your ears, and you raise you red eyes to stare at your boyfriend, who looks somewhere between amused and worried at the sight of you.

Hoseok looks good, even at this ungodly hour, caramel brown hair tussled and chocolate eyes shining. He's wearing one of his silk pyjamas, dark blue and complementing his golden skin as he stands under the warm lights of your apartment.

"Hoseokieeee", you smile, reaching your hands out to your boyfriend as you stumble towards him, almost tripping from your own shoes you had kicked off seconds earlier.

Your boyfriend smiles back at you, catching you when you lean against him, hands wrapped lightly around his upper back, head tilted up to look at him.

Jhope's nose scrunches cutely when he smells your soju reeking breath, but he doesn't release you, moving his head back to avoid the bitter odor of the alcohol.

"Well, you've definitely had something to drink", he says sarcastically, wrapping his own arms around your waist to pick you up in his arms, bridal style, and carrying you to the kitchen.

"Wowwwww", you slur when your boyfriend places you in the counter, "You're so strong and manlyy".

Hoseok snorts from his place inside the refrigerator, taking out a large bottle of water and two painkillers from the medicine supply cabinet.

"Here", he says, handing you a cup with ice cold water. "Now open your mouth", he commands, placing the painkillers on your tongue before moving back and watching as you down the water, making a face at the feeling of the pills sliding down your throat.

"Good job", he says with a smile, leaning down to peck your nose briefly and making you giggle quietly. "Now let's go sleep, hmm? It's pretty late".

You consider this for a moment, hands wrapped around your boyfriend's neck and legs wound around his waist as you hum thoughtfully, not noticing the soft, yet exasperated look, he sends you as you pretend to think.

"Okay", you agree finally, "But only if we cuddle", you say childishly, crossing your arms over your chest in a pose that delivered your will to fight for your word.

Laughing, Hoseok leans to peck your lips gently, before pulling back, nose crinkled. "Of course, baby. But you really have to wash your teeth first."

Namjoon:

Going out with a bunch of co-workers to dinner, as a celebration of the year ending, not surprisingly led to a bunch of drinks being passed out.

You liked the people you worked with, to be honest, so you didn't really mind getting drunk next to them, especially when they were all in the same state you were.

By the end of the night, you barely stumbled into a waiting taxi, which you might've have invited, you can't really remember.

Leaning your cheek against the cold surface of the car window, you stare at the scenery passing by as you hum an unknown song, ignoring the weird looks sent by the taxi driver towards you.

"Excuse me, miss. We reached the address."

Your blink blearily at the sound of the driver's voice, shaking your head as you yawn loudly. Drinking always makes you tired.

You hand the driver a wad of cash way too big for the 10 minute drive from the restaurant to wherever you are, opening the passenger door and almost closing it before the driver hands you back a handful of bills with a small smile.

You thank him quickly, closing the door behind you and walking towards the tall building in front of you, and you remember hazily that this is where you live, with your boyfriend, Kim Namjoon.

You stand in the elevator with your black heels in your hand, bouncing slightly on the soles of your feet at the thought of seeing Joon in a few moments.

When the elevator finally open with a ding, you stumble out of it, knocking on the door of your apartment. Luckily, it was the only one on the whole floor, so you didn't have to worry about intruding some stranger's sleep.

"Who is it?", You hear the confused voice of your lovely boyfriend, and only then does it occur to you that you have a key in the pocket of your jeans, and this is your own house, so you don't really need to knock.

"It's meeee", you say into the door, smiling when your boyfriend opens it with a small dimpled smile. "Surprise!!"

Namjoon chuckles, pulling you forward with a hand wrapped around your wrist before closing the door behind you, locking it afterwards. "You scared me for a second", he says with a grin. "How was the dinner?"

He's wearing his favorite gold-rimmed glasses, perched on the bottom of his nose cutely. His currently caramel hair is softly strewn across his forehead, and the soft olive color of the robe he's wearing compliments his skin nicely.

Judging by the thick book in his hand, he's been reading before you arrived, but knowing your boyfriend, it was just an excuse to stay awake and make sure you come back home safely.

"It was funnnnn", you slur, wrapping your arms around his broad chest. "But I missed youuu".

Namjoon laughs, pressing a quick kiss to you forehead. "So did I", he assures you as he hugs you back tightly, running a comforting hand down your back.

"Now let's get you out of these clothes", he says gently, and you raise an eyebrow with a smirk, "Ohhhh, I like the sound of that".

Your boyfriend blushes deeply before shaking his head with a smile, the holes on his cheeks making something inside you melt at the thought of being the reason for this display of cuteness.

He takes you to your shared room and grabs one of your PJ's from your closet, as you sit on the edge of the bed, swinging your legs and singing "Persona" off key.

Namjoon helps you out of your skinny black jeans and white buttoned up shirt, taking your black sandals off your feet carefully.

When you're finally changed into your striped light pink pajamas with the cute strawberry illustrations, you let RM tuck you into the bed, covering you with a blanket and pecking your lips briefly. "Go to sleep, love", he whispers, tucking a strand of loose hair behind your ear.

"What about you?", you mumble, eyes already half closed as you struggle to stay awake.

"I'm just going to brush my teeth and bring you some water and painkillers for tomorrow", he assures you sweetly, pressing another peck to your chin. "I'll be back in a second."

"T'ank you, Joonie.", you whisper, feeling your boyfriend get up from the bed, and a hand stroking your cheek.

"Anything for you, baby".

Jimin:

You and Jimin had went on a date to one the best bars in Seoul, and now you were on the dance floor in your boyfriend's arms, swaying to the song playing loudly in the background.

Jimin looked amazing as always, his brown hair parted in the middle, glimmering against the bright lights, wearing a simple black tshirt with black skinny jeans and a matching belt. If looks could kill, you would be buried by now.

You were also wearing an all black outfit, a black mini dress with cuts on the upper thigh, matched with knee high boots, black as well.

Judging by the possessive way Jimin was holding your waist, he didn't really appreciate the people close to you, guys and girls as one.

You were already tipsy, since you and Jimin had both downed a few shots of alcohol before going to dance, and Jimin was way too handsome today, even more so when he was dancing, sweat trailing down the side of his neck, his hands wrapped around your lower back, pulling you even closer to him.

You pressed your forehead to Jimin's, smiling at him when you noticed the soft smile he was sending you. His eyes were dark, filled with lust and want, but also love and softness, and it was making your head dizzy.

Throwing all your self restraint out the window, you pressed yourself to your boyfriend's body completely, wrapping your arms securely around his neck as you leaned forward to capture his lips with your own.

Jimin tasted like alcohol, unsurprisingly, but also like the mint toothpaste he was addicted to and the watermelon gum you were chewing before you got here.

Your boyfriend let out a soft noise of surprise, but kissed you back immediately, making you smile against his lips.

The kiss was soft yet passionate, but you didn't want soft, you wanted Jimin. One of your hands on Jimin's neck trailed up to his hair, tugging on it softly as you bit on his lower lip, making him growl lowly.

Your tongues met with fiery passion, curling against each other as you both let the need consume you, ignoring the people bumping into you. You let out a soft sigh when Jimin's hand run down the curve of your ass and the top of your thigh before coming back to your waist.

"Babe", Jimin pulled away first, breathing heavily, lips red and swollen as he leaned in to place a sweet kiss on your neck. "We should go home", he mumbled against your skin, hands playing with the fabric of your dress absentmindedly.

You sighed at the feeling of your boyfriend's soft butterfly kisses and nod silently, hugging him tightly as you both sway left and right slowly, not minding the fast tempo of the song playing.

Jimin releases you after sometime, leaving one last peck to your puffy lips before intertwining your fingers tightly and leading you through the crowd, occasionally balancing you when you stumbled.

You walk outside the bar with your boyfriend, and he laughs when you start skipping down the street, still holding his hand as you drag him with you, hair flying behind you due to the wind.

"You're so drunk, baby", he laughs, shaking his head with a smile when you turn around, eyes wide and shining with mischief.

"Skip with me", you demand, and Jimin tilts his head back, laughing.

"I'm serious", you whine, pouting at Jimin and shaking your interlocked hands. "Come on".

Jimin sighs, unable to resist your puppy eyes. "I'm not drunk enough for this", he mumbles, but starts skipping with you down the street, thankful for the absence of people due to the late hour.

"You're lucky you're cute".

Taehyung:

You and Taehyung had went out for dinner with some of his many friends, at a fancy restaurant in Seoul.

Despite not knowing said friends very well, and being quite shy, Taehyung managed to convince you to come with his cursed puppy eyes and pouty lips, so here you were.

It actually was fun, and you got familiar with Tae's friends surprisingly quickly. The conversation was fluid and the food was tasty, and you were enjoying yourself. Maybe too much, judging by how your head was spinning.

Taehyung was completely sober next to you, since he hates drinking, his hand interlocked with yours under the table, rubbing circles on the back of your palm with his thumb gently as he conversed animatedly with his friends.

You were talking as well, a little too loud, laughing at the most random moments and just being lively in general. Any other time, you would be utterly embarrassed with how you were acting, but the nice buzz in your head prevented you from thinking clearly.

Taehyung was looking at you fondly, an amused smirk on his lips as he watched your drunk behaviour. To him, it was adorable and silly, but knowing you, you would be super embarrassed tommorow with the way you acted, so he decided to save you from yourself.

"Well, I think we'll get going", he announced, ignoring your pout as he helped you stand up, wrapping a hand around your waist loosely.

"I don't want tooooo", you whined slightly, making Taehyung's friends chuckle and your boyfriend roll his eyes in fond exasperation.

"It's late, Y/N, and I'm tired. You have work tomorrow as well", Taehyung reminds you patiently, and you huff in annoyance, your drunk state not allowing you to care in the least about something as trivial as work.

Still, you can't say no to Taehyung's pleading eyes, so you say goodbye to his friends before exiting the restaurant, leaning on your boyfriend's side.

It was cold outside, and the thin pink blouse you were wearing and short black skirt wasn't helping you warm up in the slightest.

You shivered against Taehyung, tucking your face a bit more into the side of his neck as you waddled along, and he noticed, frowning momentarily before taking off the long white coat he was wearing and slinging it over your shoulders.

"You'll never listen to me telling you to take a coat, will you?", He sighs as you cuddle into the warm fabric, the heat the wool let out making you feel drowsy.

You didn't answer, knowing your boyfriend was right, instead turning to backhug him gently, arms wrapped around his stomach as he continues walking with you attached to him.

"Don't need to", you say, pressing your smile into the back of Taehyung's gray knit sweater, "You always take care of me".

"Yeah, I should really stop doing that", Taehyung responds teasingly, covering your hands with his own as you reach the car.

You giggle, breathing in the scent of Taehyung's sweater: his original scent that can't be taken away. "But you won't", you mumbled, eyes closed, "Because you love me".

Taehyung hums, detaching you from him gently and spinning you around as he opens the passenger door for you, covering your head with his hand so you won't hit the ceiling of the car when you get in.

"I love you, too", you say, smiling at him goofily and making him smile softly at you- his automatic response whenever he sees you smile.

"I'm sorry I'm such a burden", you say, making Taehyung frown from where he was putting on your seatbelt, clearly not expecting the sudden sad tone of your voice.

"Hey", he tilts your chin up, forcing you to look him in the eye, "I wish all my burdens were like you", he says gently, making you let out a wet chuckle as he places a soft kiss on your lips.

You let your eyes fall closed as your boyfriend starts the engine of the car, Taehyung's soft humming lulling you to a peaceful sleep.

Jungkook:

Jungkook places the now empty bottle of red wine on the table with a satisfied sigh, before leaning back to place his head in your lap.

The two of you are sitting on the couch in your apartment, where you were having movie night, aka another excuse to drink together in the middle of the week.

You were sitting on one end of the couch, all the pillows supporting your body as you lean to the side, while Jungkook was spread on the rest of the space, legs dangling on the other end.

The movie you two were watching was long forgotten, and you were now both giggling drunkenly as Jungkook made weird faces from his place on your lap.

Despite being a bit tipsy, Jungkook wasn't as lightweight as you were, so he was still a bit surprised when you got up suddenly, grabbing his arm to pull him up with you.

"Kookie", you say with a smile as he stares at you in fond confusion, "Let's dance".

Jungkook smiles at you, raising an eyebrow. "There's no music, babe", he says, placing his hands on your waist as you wrap yours around his shoulders.

"Oh", your smile fades for a second, while Jungkook's grows, finding your drunk behaviour too adorable. But then your grin comes back again, in full force. "You can sing, Jungkookie!"

Jungkook laughs at that, throwing his head back, before looking at you again. "What do you want me to sing, cupcake?", He asks gently, pushing a strand of hair from your face as you continue swaying slowly to an imaginary beat.

"Hmm...", You think for a moment before your face light up again. "Maybe... Euphoria?"

Jungkook smiles softly, eyes crinkling. You were probably the biggest fan of Euphoria there was, and you continusally proved your love for the song, even so long after it was released.

"You are the sunlight that rose again in my life, A reincarnation of my childhood dreams...", Jungkook starts gently, his honey voice making you smile as you lean your cheek against his broad shoulder, hugging him tightly.

"Take my hands now", Jungkook pulls away to kiss your intertwined hands sweetly, his soft black curls tickling the skin of your palm.

"You are the cause of my euphoria", his doe eyes shine as he stares at you, the look in his eyes so loving and pure that it melts you from inside, making you weak in the knees.

When your lips meet Jungkook's, everything fades away, the kiss so delicate and beautiful that you let out an unintentional sigh, melting into your boyfriend as his hand reaches up to cradle your face, the other curling on the hem of the oversized blue hoodie you were wearing, one of his hoodies you always "borrowed".

Jungkook pulls away after you both run out of air, pressing his lips to your forehead as you both regain your breathing.

"I love you", you whisper, your tipsy state of mind allowing you to say things you were usually too shy to say so freely.

"And I love you", Jungkook says back without hesitation, eyes honest.

"Good. Now give me a piggyback to our room. I'm tired", you command, making Jungkook gape at the sudden change of your demeanor.

"Aish, you're such a brat", he whines playfully, yet still crouches in front of you slightly, allowing you to clamber on his back, arms slung around his neck loosely as he gets up, tightening his hold on your thighs.

You place your head on Jungkook's firm back as he climbs up the stairs carefully, still singing Euphoria quiety.

"When I'm with you I'm in Eutopia".

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Character Development 3 (Branjie)- dexx-ss

a/n: Hi, hello, how are ya?

Well, this is something…. I am not that good of a writer so be kind and stuff :P I mean I hope y’all like it and if you don’t then… i’m sorry… I guess XD Enjoy xx

VANESSA

‘Hey! Last night was fun. Should do it again sometimes <3 - Brooke’

When Vanessa received a text from Brooke she couldn’t help but laugh. Not because she was so happy to get it. Well, of course, she was happy about it. But for what she has heard Brooke never text people after her one night stands. So V just imagined how Brooke found Vanessas number and just stared at for the whole day writing that message letter an hour. Vanjie didn’t hesitate to text back.

Vanessa always preferred calling over texting. There was something so much more intimate about calling your friends than it was texting. Sometimes she would just call her friends to tell them good morning. Getting calls made her also happy because for Vanessa it showed that people cared. It made her feel special because people took their time to call her and took their time to talk to her(and she could talk to anyone for HOURS). Even when it came to texting most of the time V sent voice messages because writing people was too much effort.

Silky was very aware that Vanessa wasn’t a fan of texting and at first, when the next morning V didn’t take her eyes off her phone Silk didn’t do anything about it (and the same in the evening). But after a few days hearing those text message dings constantly, Silky lost her cool “The fuck is going on with ‘ya?”. Vanessa raised her face from her phone smiling, not smiling glowing “What do you mean?”, “You never text people, who the fuck are you texting?” Silk said walking towards Vanessa trying to take her phone from her to see who she was chatting away with. “Girl, I’m talking to my mom,” V answered pulling her phone closer to her. “You dirty liar,” Silky shook her head “is it a tinder date or something? Oh, is it Miss Brooke?”, “No. And no.” Vanessa said realizing full well she just lied to her best friend.

When she received the first message from Brooke obviously her first thought was that she has to share this with her Dreamgirls. But then she also realized that every time something relationship vise happened with Vanessa she immediately tells them and the next moment she is crying on their shoulder. So Vanjie had decided to give a little time before telling anyone about Brooke. It wasn’t her fault that Silky was so nosy but also she hoped that Silk(and A'keria) would understand her decision later.

“Okay, whatever,” Silky gave up “I’m going to my grandmas tomorrow, just letting you know.” Vanessa nodded. “But you coming back or,” she said a few seconds later “are you staying the night?”, “Staying the night probably” Silk answered. Vanessa now had the opportunity to ask Brooke to her place. Should she ask her on a date? Should she just send the ‘my parents aren’t home text’? She can’t overthink this, she shouldn’t overthink this.

BROOKE

Brooke loves texting. Although when it came to electronics she was like a grandma. When she figured out how to use emojis Nina almost blocked Brookes number cause she just couldn’t stop using them. Most of her messages were only just emojis. Nina finally told her to stop using them so much when Brooke started using the french horn emoji awful lot whenever Nina asked how she was feeling/doing. Calling people wasn’t Brookes thing. It made her feel uncomfortable and it was just awkward in general. If she can do it over text she preferably will. Hell, it once took her like half a year to get herself a doctors appointment only because she just couldn’t call the doctors office. But now every night when she got home from work or woke up, the time of the day really didn’t matter, all she wanted to do was call Vanessa just to hear her voice.

When texting Vanjie became a part of her routine she didn’t wait a minute to tell Nina. “Oh wow that is something new for you Brooke,” Nina smiled. “I know, I mean, maybe like having something more than just sex ain’t that bad.” Brooke smiled back. Nina cave a confused look and opened her eyes wide “Who are you and what have you done to my friend?”, “Oh fuck off,” Brooke giggled at Nina’s response. Then suddenly Brookes face turned white. “What happened?” Nina asked noticing Brookes sudden mood change. Brooke slams her phone on the table startling Nina. She then looks at her phone again quickly and then shows it to Nina. “Uuuu… looks like somebody might be having a date.” Nina said teasingly “Well not date like just chilling… omg, a date… it’s like a second date then if we count the first time as a date… fuck… maybe I should say I’m sick or something… ”, “Brooke, love, you are spiraling.” , “She just asked if I wanna Netflix and chill”, “well… say yes obviously you are crazy about her”, “okay, sis, Crazy is a stro…”, “yeah strong word I get it but like I am not lying! and I can read you like a book so I can tell you want something more than sex from her” Nina said not letting Brooke interrupt her placing her hand in front of Brookes mouth whenever she started to say anything. Brooke had nothing to say to that so she just nodded and answered Vanessa.

VANESSA

Tonight was the night she was going to see Brooke again. Obviously, Vanessa was nervous, shaking in her boots. But she was also excited. V was wearing a gorgeous red fringe dress that fitted her like a charm. Making her look like a million bucks. Her hair was straightened but kinda all over the place at the same time. She was losing her shit and texting Silky at the same time, only because Silk now had the opinion that Vanessa liked texting. V told silky that she was gonna go to a tinder date so at some point she wouldn’t be texting as much (that was a lie obviously cause she was going to be with Brooke this whole time).

It was around 8 PM and Vanjie was already doubting her decision of calling Brooke over. Brooke promised to be there around 7:30 and she still wasn’t there. Maybe she stood her up. V got really nervous and just as she was about to open the bottle of wine and drink in on her own she was startled by the doorbell.

“Hi” she softly smiled looking at Brooke after opening the door. The blonde was wearing a beautiful green dress that was hugging her curves and if Vanessa wouldn’t have any self-control she probably would’ve ripped that dress off brooks body right then and there. But no. Instead, she invited Brooke in and asked if she would like a glass of wine. Brooke nodded yes. Vanessa could tell that Brooke was nervous. Like she had never done that before. But obviously, that can’t be true. She probably has had many second dates right? I mean LOOK AT HER. Vanessa gave Brooke her glass and showed Brooke her little apartment. It was bigger than Brookes but the only reason for that was that V was living with a roommate and Brooke all alone.

They sat down in the living room and talked. Few hours went by without them even realizing they have been chatting for this long. They both were slightly wine drunk when V realized that they were all out of wine. She stood up to go and grab something else from the fridge. But as she walked a few steps her leg gave out and she slipped falling down. It wasn’t because she was drunk. Her leg literally gave out for no reason. She didn’t move because the fall took her by surprise. When she was finally ready to get up and brush off the embarrassment Brooke had run there and was stretching her arm out to give V a hand for getting up. “You okay?” Brooke asked pulling Vanessa up. Vanjie nodded and got up. She was now standing so close to Brooke that she felt her breathing. She looked at Broke and without thinking connected their lips.

BROOKE

Vanessa fell. Brooke was startled by that but immediately shot up to help the other girl stretching out her arm to help the Vanjie get back up. She pulled Vanessa up making her stand so close to her that she could feel V breathing. She didn’t know why but having V close to her felt just right. When Vanjie closed the gap between them by kissing Brooke. Brooke didn’t hesitate a moment to kiss V back. She kissed her passionately and Picked Vanessa up to level their faces. Brooke has wanted to kiss V again since the last time she saw her. So now she wasn’t holding anything back. She moved her kisses from her mouth down Vanessa’s neck. “Bedroom” Vanessa splurted out with a moan. Brooke didn’t remember where her Bedroom was because when Vanjie was giving her a house tour she was paying more attention to what V was wearing than what V was showing to her. So still having V’s legs wrapped around her hips she walked into the bedroom she saw. She gently but V down and closed the bedroom door. When she turned around Vanessa’s dress was already on the floor. She also followed the other girl taking off her dress. Their lips met again. And between those sloppy wine drunk kisses, they completely undressed each other. Brooke pushed Vanessa on the bed and took a second to look at her beautiful body. Then fell on top of V drowning V with kisses. She started trailing down Vanessa’s body with her kisses. When she got down to her thighs she ran her tongue over them. Hearing a small moan escape Vanessas mouth. She went back up to kiss Vanessa and let her fingers do their job. Few orgasms later they both were laying on the bed they’re limbs wrapped around each other. Vaess still spoiling Brooke with some kisses. Witch B didn’t obviously mind “You know we have to move right?” Vanessa whispered between the kisses. Brooke pulled away being in a little shock. “Move? Where? Why? What?” she spurted out the questions pulling herself away from Vanessa. But V just laughed “You dummy. This isn’t my bedroom, it’s my roommates” V laughed. “Ohhhh…” Brooke giggled. They walked out of the room picking up their clothes along the way but keeping their fingers tied.

Brooke woke up an hour or so before V. Her usual reaction would have been just to leave but right now she just laid there looking at the beautiful girl next to her. When she realized V started to wake up she closed her eyes to act as if she was still sleeping. V gave her a forehead kiss and left the room but came back second later to shower Brooke with kisses. Finally, B opened her eyes “Good morning,” Vanessa smiled at Brooke. ”Morning,” Brooke smiled back.

VANESSA

V woke up and saw the blonde still laying next to her. Vanjie felt relieved that she hadn’t left. She left the room to check if Silky had gotten back and seen she hadn’t Vanessa went back to her bedroom, hopped on the bed and started gently kissing Brooke until she woke up. They didn’t move for a solid hour. They laid in the bed cuddling, talking, getting to know each other even more. Suddenly V heard the front door opening. “Shit,” she shot up “Silky is home.”. Brooke just gave her a confused look. “Just stay here and be quiet,” Vanessa said while putting on her robe. Brooke mimed locking her lips and throwing the key away, to that V just smiled and rolled her eyes playfully. She stepped out of her bedroom closing the bedroom door and when she turned around she was startled by Silky standing behind her. “You do know it’s like 1 PM right?” Silky said raising an eyebrow and going over Vanessa in a robe with her eyes. “Yeah I know hoe,” V said tightening the belt “I just felt like sleeping in tonight.”. Silky just shook her head. “Okay whatever, I was actually about to take a shower but I’m out of shampoo can I borrow yours?” V quickly nodded for an answer and watched Silky go to the bathroom. When she went back to her bedroom Brooke had gotten dressed. “I’m sorry about that,” V said looking at the ground. “About?” Brooke asked walking up to Vanessa. “For the way, I reacted. You know like, you know,” V tried to make out a sentence while gesturing with her hands “I just don’t wanna fuck it up.”. Vanessa now looked at Brooke thinking she would storm out of the room. But she didn’t. Instead, she gave V a kiss on the forehead “Neither do I,”.

Vanessa showed Brooke out. She felt like a teenager trying to sneak her girlfriend out of her room so parents wouldn’t find out.

“So who were you fucking and why did you to it in my room?” Silky walked into Vanessas room. “Wha… I didn’t… what?” V acted all confused. “First of all, her shoes were in the living room when I got home,” Silky said grossing her arms “And you didn’t fucking clean up my bed.”

#rpdr fanfiction #brooke lynn hytes #vanessa vanjie mateo #branjie #silky nutmeg ganache #nina west #smut-ish #character development #dexx ss #s11 #lesbian au

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