#literally biting a hole into her cheek as she sat on this for a long fucking time.
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honkai star rail x f!reader - random prompts
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characters : caelus, welt, sampo, gepard, dan heng
warnings : none! :) sfw
a/n : im obsessed with this game and its characters!! Huohuo and sampo have my whole heart ❤️❤️ requests are 100% open for hsr, so feel free to suggest whatever ideas you have and i will write them! Be mindful that I am currently moving onto the second story chapter so i wont know stuff about jing yuan or blade!! I'm definitely doing one with the girl characters after this one-
Prompt : ̗̀➛Caelus touching [name]'s face and telling her that her face is really soft.
When talking with Caelus, you typically notice the far-off look he gets in his eyes. It’s as though his mind is in a distant land and yet his physical form is present here, with you.
It was an endearing trait of his, but also irritating. Especially when you’re trying to explain something extremely important to him.
He was definitely an odd one…
I mean, the first time you had met him he was head-first in a trash can searching for… something.
But… his strange quirks are what drew you to him. The times where he seemed emotionless were actually the times where he was the most gentle… and the times where he is the most aggressive he comes across as seemingly unhinged.
You were definitely down bad for this strange raccoon guy whom had a literal nuke within him.
Yeah, if your parents were still around they definitely wouldn’t be proud of your choices.
Sighing at the distant look in his eyes, you clicked your fingers in front of his face, frowning when he didn’t even blink,” Oi- Caelus!” You called out, frown deepening further when he didn’t respond,” Yahoo~? Astral Express to Caelus??”
He didn’t budge.
Biting your lip in frustration you went to pinch his cheeks but you were found frozen in shock when Caelus had, in fact, beaten you to it. His fingers were rough from how much he’s been swinging that destructive bat around but they had a comforting warmth surrounding them, and when mixed with the blush on your cheeks you felt as though your face could be considered a heat hazard at this point.
He pinched at your cheeks with a concentrated expression, fingers rubbing your skin gently like he was testing the feeling of it, deciding whether he liked it or not.
It was weird.
He was weird.
But fuck, was it adorable to you.
A hum slipped through his lips and he stopped pinching your cheeks, seemingly deciding on something as he just sort of cupped your face gently in his hands instead.
You blinked up at him in embarrassment and utter confusion,”… You gonna explain what’s going on in that strange head of yours orr…?”
A small smile curled onto his lips as his amber eyes swirled with affection and warmth,” Your skin is very soft… I like it.” He complimented bluntly, his thumbs caressing your cheeks to further emphasise his point.
You were silent for a long moment before furrowing your brows,” I-I… thank you??”
“No problem.”
Prompt : ̗̀➛Welt using [Name]'s lap as a pillow.
It had been a long day seemingly, and Welt felt as though he just wanted to collapse into a black hole.
Maybe even one of his own.
March was a lovely girl but her social personality was tiring… and she clashes too much with Dan Heng. It was like babysitting rowdy siblings.
When he had made it into the Astral Express with an exhausted cloud hanging over him, you noticed it almost immediately. You could pick it out from a crowd of people.
When he saw you his tired gaze seem to soften a little, an ounce of tenderness within them,”… We are never having kids.”
You let out a laugh as he made his way over to you, his head hanging ever so slightly,” Guessing the youngsters were a little too much for you?” You cooed out gently, watching his stiff movements with pity,” oh, dear… surely they weren’t that bad?”
“No, no… they were that bad.” He corrected as he sat down next to her huffing slightly,” I feel drained.”
“Hmm… thats the joy of children.” You teased lightly, gazing softly into his honey-coloured eyes as you pushed his glasses up to the bridge of his nose for him,” Do you want to sleep in my room for a while?”
“…” He watched her, studying your expression and feeling his admiration and love for you slowly consuming him.
Perhaps his exhaustive state was affecting his ability to think logically.
Or maybe that’s just what he wanted to beleive -
But when he found himself moving to lay his head in your lap, he felt as though nothing else in the world mattered to him except for how you make him feel.
You blinked in surprise for a moment at his actions, your hands frozen in the air before you slowly began to card your fingers through his hair. Smiling down at him in amusement you raised a brow,” Is my lap comfortable, love?”
“Well… I’m not uncomfortable.” He answered ambiguously, closing his weary eyes.
I chuckled lightly at that response, continuing to scratch at his scalp gently with my comforting fingers. He hummed in approval,” That’s nice…”
“Oh, yeah?”
“Mhm…”
I sighed a little,” You can’t fall asleep on my lap, Welt.”
“ I disagree… I think this is a perfectly optimal place for me to rest.”
“My legs will die.”
“… a small price to pay.”
Sighing once more, a weak smile curled onto your lips as you took his glasses off for him, setting them to the side,” Alright, alright… Sweet dreams, love.”
There was a small curve to his lips at these words as he began to drift off.
Prompt : ̗̀➛Sampo teaching [Name] how to kiss
“Oh~? Well if it isn’t one of my dearest friends! [name], what brings you to the underground, huh?” Sampo cooed out with his usual easy-going smile on his lips, the sight of you filling his heart with genuine joy.
You blink up at him blankly before humming,” I came to speak with you, actually.” You answered honestly, arms crossing over his chest.
His placed a hand where his heart would be, a fake-shocked look on his face,” Moi?? Why, what a wonderful surprise!” He leaned down a little so he was looking eye-to-eye with you,” My heart swoons at the fact you think about me, doll! How endearing of you~”
You click your tongue, eyes narrowing up at him,” Don’t get too cocky, moron. I came down to make a purchase, not to see you personally.”
He ignored the disappointment he felt as he deflated slightly,” Ehhh? A purchase?” He repeated, raising an eyebrow,” I’m afraid I don;t have many valuable relics in stock at the moment—“
“I want to buy… a-advice.”
“Ehhhhh??” He was even more confused,” I understand I’m a veteran in this business and everything, but you don’t need to buy advice from me, doll. I can just give it to ya.”
You frowned a little at his response and just decided to rip the bandage off, eyebrows furrowing in determination,” Sampo… I want advice on how to kiss somebody.” You stated bluntly and full of purpose.
His eyebrows raised at that answer…’ Who is she prepping to kiss, I wonder?… lucky guy/girl.’ His heart felt like it was breaking.
“Huh? Why do you need to learn a skill like that?” He wiggled his eyebrows suggestively,” You planning on fooling around with someone, [name]? How scandalous—“
“No.” You interrupted instantly, bitting your lip to keep yourself from spilling information.
“What makes you think I would be good at kissing?”
“…. Do I really have to answe that?…”
“Yes, please.”
“No… you’d have to pay me if you want to hear that kind of praise from me.”
“Hmmm… I dunno…”
Her eyebrows furrowed,”… I will pay you handsomely if you teach me.”
He bursts into laughter as he pet her head affectionately before stopping himself,” There’s no need to pay me, doll, really!” Then he gave her a cocky smirk,” A chance to kiss you is payment enough~!”
You waved your hand dismissively,” Yeah, yeah, whatever you want… now teach me.” You seemed fairly eager.
Sampo is utterly amused at this, he shakes his head and gives an amused sigh. “Oh, this should be fun.” He says, his smirk turns into a smile. “Okay, come here. Let me show you.” He says and he pulls you close.
He puts his hand behind your head and he kisses you gently. Not too soft, and not too aggressive. You lean into the kiss almost immediately, shutting your eyes as you basked in the feeling of his lips against yours.
Sampo pulls away after a few moments and he’s blushing hard, his eyes locked on yours. “See? How’s that for a lesson?” He asks, his breath a little heavy but he smirks like he’s already planning something to do to you next. He was completely mesmerised by you.
“Hmm… I think I need another demonstration, I didn’t quite understand…” You mumbled, eyelashed fluttering up at him innocently.
Surprised and very eager at this response, he raised a brow and smirks. “You’re asking for more?” He asks. He shakes his head. “Okay then, have it your way..” he says and he pulls you in again. He kisses you a bit harder this time, his arm coming around you.
“Mphm!…” you were surprised by how much more aggressive this kiss was but you were able to adapt to it instantly, your arms coming up to wrap around his neck to pull him closer to you as you took complete control over the kiss.
Sampo is caught off guard by this, his eyes widening in surprise but he keeps kissing you, matching your intensity. One of his hands grabs your waist, the other hand running through your hair. He’s enjoying every second of this. “Mmm…” he says, between kisses.
Then, you pulled away, breathing heavily as you stared up at him with a hazy look in your eyes,” How was that?…”
Sampo’s chest is heaving, his heart is racing. He looks down at you, a big grin on his face. “I think that was perfect,” he says and his breath is shaky. “You’re a natural..” he adds with a smile, his eyes glowing,” In fact… I think you could teach me a few things… how about another try?”
“Sound good.”
Prompt : ̗̀➛[Name] catches a cold so Gepard makes sure all her needs are met like an overbearing mother.
A groan left your lips as you stared up at your ceiling hazily, your nose felt entirely blocked and your face was burning hot.
You were definitely sick. From what? You do not know.
But what you are aware of us how much of an overbearing boyfriend Gepard can be when you're sick like this.
You watched in amusement as he ran around your shared bedroom like a headless chicken, fixing the pillows beneath your head for about the hundredth time that day.
"Gepard... The damn pillows are fine, leave 'em alone." You mumbled, your voice was hoarse and scratchy. You just didn't sound well at all.
Gepard pauses in the middle of fluffing up your pillows to peer down at you for a moment," do you have to be so cranky whenever you get sick?" He rolls his eyes goodnaturedly, but in spite of that, he was still fussing over you, pulling the throw blanket over you and turning the humidifier to full blast.
"I'm only cranky when you start acting like my mom. I've already got one, I don't need two." You watched as he opened the window to let fresh air into the room, and you would be lying if you said it didn't feel nice to have cool breeze hitting your face.
Your response makes his cheeks puff out in kick annoyance, letting out a dramatic sigh," so your mother is the only one who is allowed to care for you?" He settles himself into the comfy rocking chair next to your bed as he looked over you with a tender smile on his lips," I bet you're not even aware of how cute you look while you're sick." He observes.
You huffed, letting out your millionth sniffle that day," yeah, yeah... Only you would find me cute with snot running from my nose." You teased, still finding his compliments charming however.
He smirks and makes a clicking noise at you in response," I think your snotty nose and feverish flush brings out your eyes." There's that charm of his again before his smirk settled into a warm smile," how do you feel, anyway?" There was worry lacing his words.
He reminded you of a cute dog... His caring loyal attitude never ceases to make you fall in love with him even more.
Smiling up at him, you raise a brow," I feel like shit," you stated bluntly before your eyes softened," but you're making the experience more bearable."
Gepard chuckles and strokes through your hair, ruffled up in a way that was adorable to his eyes." I'm sorry you feel so awful." He murmurs," are you hungry?" He asks.
"no... I'm good for now," you looked down at the swathes of blankets covering you and opened them up, patting the spot next to you encouragingly," I think taking a nap with my wonderful boyfriend would instantly cure my fever." You grinned up at him innocently.
Gepard blushed, your expression and the invitation being far too inviting for him to resist," Of course..." He murmurs as he slowly, but carefully climbs up on the bed before nestling against you until he's under the covers.
His arms are wrapped around your body and he's pressed all the way up against you, like your very own heated pillow," is that all better for now?"
Instantly leaning into him warm and comforting touch, you nodded with a peaceful smile on your lips as you buried your face into his chest,” for sure…” you hummed out, already feeling yourself getting sleepy. Your arms wrap around his waist comfortably as you sigh in his smell of cinnamon,” Thank you… for taking care of me.”
Gepard holds back a groan of pleasure as you tuck yourself so close against him, your warm body just that much more appealing with your feverish flush. The moment your head rests against his chest, his arms instantly tighten around you, and he's holding himself perfectly still. He's not letting you go.
He kisses behind your ear, the tender gesture causing him to blush. "It's nothing," He hums, nuzzling into your neck. "It's my duty."
“I suppose it is,” you giggled out, leaning into the tender kisses he was giving you,” You’re like a knight in shining armour…” you hummed sleepily.
His fingers are gently stroking through your hair, the caress almost enough to lull you to sleep. The tender kisses he's pressing into your neck help, but not nearly as much as the loving expression on his face, one that's a picture of pure content. He nuzzles into you, as if to mark you as his, but mostly because he doesn't want anything separating the two of you.
"And you are my damsel," He whispers.
“Your princess,”you reiterated, blinking up at him tiredly.
"My princess." He echoes.
Gepard's arms are as warm and as comforting as they are tight around you. Your head is pressed right against his chest, his voice just an ear-hugging whisper in your ear.
"My precious and beloved princess." He purrs gently.
You slowly drifted off to sleep at his words, his warm and soft voice lulling you to sleep like the lullaby of a siren.
or maybe it was the fever that made you so sleepy.
Gepard holds you against him, nuzzling into your shoulder as he's content to watch over your peaceful sleep.
His fingers trace circles into your hair, and the warmth of his body, especially as the blankets he's pulling up to you trap the heat, are just perfect for helping you recover comfortably.
All this fuss over a simple cold. He'll make sure you're treated like royalty.
Prompt : ̗̀➛Dan Heng doesn't like talking on the phone, but [Name] always calls him instead of texting. [Name] admits that it's because she wants to hear Dan Heng's voice.
Den Heng let out a sigh the second his phone started ringing, he almost immediately knew who it was.
Nobody else called him. Not even March!
Why did you have to be different?
Dan Heng answered his phone with a sigh,"Yes, [name]? What is it?"
There was silence before your light voice graced his ears," Hey there~! Long time no talk, buddy." God, he could hear the shit eating grin in your voice.
That stupid grin.
That stupidly charming grin.
"... I hate you, you know that?" Dan Heng murmured and shook his head with frustration as he rubbed his eyes,"What is it you need now? Money? Food? What have you done this time? Are you in trouble again?" He hissed quietly.
"You don't hate me! Den Heng, where are your manners?" You gasped out, acting as though you were offended by his words when you were only growing more amused.
This is usually how your interactions went. You being irritating and him being irritable. Himeko and Welt can't count how many times you both have had your little spouts.
You were like a married couple, honestly. Disgustingly cute.
"And I don't need any of those things! I'm on the straight and narrow," But then you paused then there was a chuckle," For now."
A small smile spread on Dan Heng's face as he heard your laughter. Thank god he wasn't talking to you in person he'd look like an idiot.
"... you're certainly not on the straight and narrow if you're telling me 'for now'..." He leaned back in his chair and raised an eyebrow, "So what is it you need, then, if it's not money, food, or my help when you've definitely gotten yourself into trouble again?" He asked.
"Welllll..." you dragged your words out, almost as though you were delaying something. But then there was a click of your tongue and-," I just like hearing your voice. Is that so bad?"
You said this so casually. Like it wasn't meant to make Dan Heng have a heart attack.
Dan Heng hesitated and coughed awkwardly as he was taken aback by the sudden shift in what he thought to be a light exchange between him and you. He put his phone close to his ear, his eyes wide with surprise.
“... I-I don’t know what to say.” He said honestly but then he deadpanned,“I was about to tell you that you’re a brat to tease, but I had no idea this was going in this direction.”
"I'm not a brat, am I?" You chuckled out, there was a somberness to your tone," I dunno, you're just easy to talk to."
He heard your clothing shuffle, you must have shrugged.
"But I can tell I'm annoying you, so if you want I can just start messaging from now o-"
Dan Heng was quick to interrupt.
“No, no, it’s fine,” Dan Heng said quickly, waving his hand in front of him as if he could see you through the phone.
“You call me whenever you want to talk. It’s just— your timing—” He ran his hand through his hair again,“I thought this was going to be another prank call.”
He heard silence and then your breathy chuckle," You're so cute when you're flustered, Dan Heng." You hummed out teasingly.
Dan Heng’s face turned a bright shade of red and his cheeks warmed in a way only you had ever managed to achieve for him.
He couldn’t find the words to respond and sat there for a moment until he let out a quiet sigh.
“I wish you weren’t so… so… so…” He said, looking around his room as if to search for a synonym. He sighed again and gave up.
“I take it back... you're annoying.”
"Cute."
He heard the creaking of a chair," I'd like to take you out to dinner." You admitted rather bluntly, though there was a gentle tone to your voice.
"If you'd let me," you then added on as an after-thought.
Dan Heng’s face turned a deeper shade of red and his jaw dropped from sheer surprise.
“…W-what?” He asked you, and for someone who wasn’t known for stuttering, he was doing a whole lot of it.
Once or twice you'd joked to him about it, but in all honesty, there were so many times he wanted to ask you out but never did.
“I-… I would love to go to dinner with you." I said. But then realisation struck him and he cleared his throat," But..." He trailed off.
"Buuuut?...." You repeated, sounding a little nervous.
He frowned at himself for making you anxious,“There’s always ‘buts’ with me, it’s never just a clean cut ‘yes’.”
He looked up at the ceiling and let his head drop back down, growing more emotionally exhausted by the second, “In my defense, ‘you’ and ‘me dating’ are things that have never went together in the same sentence in my head.”
"Dan Heng! So mean." You whined out but you began laughing afterwards," You sure about that, though?" There was a teasing lilt to your voice," I see you and I together a lot.
“Well—” Dan Heng paused briefly and cleared his throat, his eyebrows furrowed cutely. Was he really about to confess this to you? Over the phone at that as well.
“…I have actually imagined a few times…”
He looked up at the ceiling again, his expression turning slightly red and he shut his eyes tightly, cringing at his own words.
“…it’s nothing I can say I ever thought would happen for real. But here we are…”
"Ah, I see..." you sounded almost touched,"... Well, how do you feel?" You asked, genuinely wanting him to express himself.
“How do I feel—?” The question caught Dan Heng off guard. As if he had a lot of thoughts going through his head at once.
“I-I feel—”
He was silent, trying to find the words. He couldn’t find the right words.
“I’ll be honest,” He said quietly, staring at nothing as he held his phone to his ear, “I feel a little scared.”
"Yeah?" She breathed out.
"Yeah," He repeated in the same tone,"...If you and I actually… you know… went on a date..." Dan Heng cleared his throat again, and again, trying to find the words," And you started to know more about me… who I truly am... will you still look at me the way you do now?"
He paused.
"Will you still like me? Or will you end up being disappointed?" He finally spoke in a whisper.
"I... I don't think I could ever be disappointed," you admitted genuinely, a gentle smile to your voice," I know you're closed off for your own reasons... but that makes me more drawn to you."
You sounded so enamoured. Affectionate. He's never heard you speak like this before.
"I want to shoulder your burdens alongside you," you stated simply," No matter what those burdens are. I need to make the weight holding you down lighter... that's my genuine feelings."
“…” In all his years of knowing you, he never thought he’d hear those words in your lifetimes.
The silence grew before Dan Heng spoke again, his voice still a soft whisper but now one of resolve and strength.
“...Okay then.” A small smile twitched onto his lips," Message me the details when you have it figured out."
"Nah, I'll just call you." You confirmed with a clear sound of giddiness within your voice.
Den Heng finally let a soft breathy laugh fall from his lips, his resolve evidently broken,"... I know you will."
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Marry a Man Through His Stomach [Miya Atsumu]
Content: Fluff, Soft, Marriage
Pronouns: None
Header: @/tsumoos
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"Is that what I think it is?" He barely toed his shoes off at the entrance before bounding his way into the kitchen, coming right up behind you to take a whiff of the pot you were stirring. "Hell yeah!"
You rolled your eyes, dishing him a small portion into the soy sauce plate you had been using. He leaned down, eagerly slurping.
He hummed, smacking his lips before looking down at you with bright eyes.
"Man, I'm glad I married ya."
It was a lunchtime like any other. You were sat at your desk, just finished with putting your materials away and finding a video to watch with your lunch. However, once you opened the lid to your bento, did someone decide to pester you.
"Oh lemme have some!" A hand reached for your food, which you quickly swatted at.
"I literally just opened this—can I have a bite of my food before ya start beggin'!" You huffed at him, taking a bite of gyoza.
"Fine, ya've taken a bite—lemme have some gyoza too!"
"Oh my—fine!" But just as you went to grab the gyoza to pass to him, a pair of chopsticks, that obviously weren't yours, snatched it up and dropped it right into Atsumu's open mouth.
His face went through the motions of: happy, disbelief, then finally happy again.
"Man, yer ma is a good cook."
You raised a brow, "Ma didn't cook this. I did."
"Ya made this?" He paused, taking another bite (from another piece of food he had stolen from you—the bastard) then nodded to himself. "Yeah, imma marry ya some day."
You blinked, felt the heat raising to your cheeks, then laughed.
"Yeah right!" You were sure he was just saying shit out of his ass.
"Ya laugh now, but I'm sure there'll be a ring on that finger." He tapped your left ring finger.
Then he left (making sure to swipe one last piece of food), leaving you to mull over the nonsense he had spewed.
This very quickly began to become a habit of his, pestering you for your food until you relented (which didn't take long) then commenting in someway about your alleged future marriage.
You didn't think much of it until you were making a bento for him (finally sick and tired of him stealing your food) and your mother said something to you.
"Feedin' a friend of yers?"
You nodded, "Somethin' like that..."
She hummed. "Well ya know, the way I won yer father's heart is through the stomach so—"
You whipped your head around so fast you were sure it was going to go spinning off.
She threw her head back, laughing loudly at your flustered face.
"Make sure to bring'em around soon, okay?" And she was out of the room before you could refute her.
But in the end she was right—both she and Atusmu, actually.
You had won his love through his stomach, and just like he said, you were wearing that platinum band on your left ring finger.
You fidgeted with it fondly, a small smile gracing your fingers. The smile widen as he grabbed your hand, placing a kiss right on the band.
"You know, I'm glad ya begged for that gyoza that day..."
He raised a brow, a smirk threatening to split his face. "Oh really? Yer were that eager to marry me?"
"Not then no, but later...yeah." You leaned forward, placing a kiss on the corner of his mouth. "I'm glad I said yes."
"Well, I'm happy I put the thought in yer head." He pulled you closer, "Now come're..."
I was supposed to write something else first, but then I had this thought and had to stop everything I was doing to write it.
Anyway, I've been sucked back into the Haikyuu! Hole and Atsumu has been my hyperfixation, and there simply aren't fresh fics for him so, it's time I feed myself and the people.
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Lovers Rock
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The pack of cigarettes he had put down months ago stared him in the eyes. Boring holes into his skull, begging him to get back to his old habit. And at this point he might as well. Everything was fucked, why not fuck it a bit more. Break that idiotic sobriety because it’s not like it would matter to him anymore. The most important thing to him is gone because of a stupid thing. Something so entirely stupid. Because of an asshole who played with the love of his life’s heart. So, in his moment of sorrow and woe, he grabbed it. And the small lighter he had got from her on his birthday. No matter how much she hated the fact he was smoking it was a promise for that when it stopped working he wouldn’t need it anymore.
He went to the balcony. Sitting on the sad chair. The ugly brutalism looking concrete floor, ceiling, and walls, and the metal bars, haunted him. It didn’t feel like a nice place to rest after a long day. No lights she hung up, or plants she treated better than herself, nothing like that, not even a nice smelling candle. No life was left. No life was left without her here. Not even the breathing sad excuse of a man that sat in the plastic chair had life to him. He was nothing as he pulled the small rolled stick and sat it in between his fingers and lit it. Taking a deep breath in and out.
He told himself it was taking the edge off of things but he knew it wasn’t doing anything anymore. Smoking didn’t have that effect anymore. It just made him guilty. He felt as though the girl who used to sit in the empty chair opposite to him was still there biting the inside of her cheek as her nose was in a book begging him silently to put it out. He hated everything now. He wanted to blame her for everything and move on but he would never do that, I don’t even know if it would be possible for him to do that.
“But if you're too drunk to drive, and the music is right, she might let you stay, but just for the night.” He sang to himself as his voice cracked ever so slightly and his eyes became glassy and full of water.
It was her favourite song because it was quiet and peaceful. It was sweet and short, and she loved it. It was all she played for a week at one point she was so into it, only slight exaggeration. Only now it made sense. It was about her. Not literally but if the singer knew her it was about her. Wether she subconsciously knew she was listening to words that fit her perfectly or not, he didn’t know. But after all that he went through the words were an exact description of her. Down to the very last couple of lines.
“Because love can burn like a cigarette, and leave you alone with nothing, and leave you alone with nothing.” He let out letting the tears flow and to let his emotions out.
He put out the cigarette leaving its corpse in the ash tray, and huddled himself up, crossing his arms in front of his body, laying them on his legs as he hunched over crying. Letting more of the tears that had plague him flow.
He missed her. That much was certain. And he had come to realize he couldn’t live without her. And much later he would come to realize,
She also couldn’t live without him.
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IT’S ONLY FLESH, is what he tells himself as a strip of dirty gauze is tied around the top of his bicep. It’s worth it, this sacrifice, as sacrifices usually are. It won’t be the first time he’s stood in the way of his loved ones losing part of themselves at the cost of he, himself, losing something even larger (literal, now, almost laughably so). He knows the tourniquet isn’t tied tight enough, but he doesn’t have the heart to point it out as the handsaw’s teeth bite into his skin. He can’t string the words together to point it out by the time they’ve hit bone, and keep chewing deeper; hungry, insatiable. It’s too late to point it out by the time the bare mattress is heavy and gleaming with his blood, and he’s lying in it, and his doctor is bustling from the room with her new prize in tow.
Jean listens to her sing the whole way down the corridor.
It’s only flesh, is what he whimpers senselessly into the asphalt as the crackle of magic in the air dies out. It leaves an invisible hole where it had once been, like seeing the outline of a bright light when you turn away and blink. His fist closes around the blood pooled in his palm, and it continues to pour from his shredded cheek, his shredded ear, his shredded socket. He daren’t try and blink around the mess that’s left, his intact eye pinned wide open with shock, his tears running pink rivers through a bed of crimson mud.
And still, and still, it feels right. It feels right as the blood gathers in his tear duct, slithers down past his nose into the back of his throat. Not enough, not nearly enough, but right. Here, torn to ugly pieces in the middle of the road, he’s hoisted himself onto the bottom rung of a ladder that might not lead him to forgiveness, but might lead him to the closest thing he’s going to get.
It’s going to be a long climb.
It’s only flesh, is the rationalisation as he gives one last go-ahead, already in Buchanan’s back room operating theatre, sat awake and upright on the table. He breathes in the stink of iodine and isopropyl and waits for the drip to knock him out, which it won’t for a few minutes more. Mercedes is here, god knows why, and Jean hears her ask the surgeon if she can do the honours.
She maintains eye contact with him as she double-checks they got the right leg, and draws a neat and wholly unnecessary dotted line across his bare thigh, above the battlefield of wounds inflicted and self-inflicted alike. She isn’t successful in her campaign to make him second-guess himself.
A few weeks after he wakes up, he thinks, he’ll be able to run again. The escape route. That matters. The flesh doesn’t. He’s made peace with the fact that his life will never be in his own hands, but at least now he’ll have made one more choice.
“It’s only…flesh,” is what he says when he doesn’t know what else to say, gaze averted, body held like a disgraced dog’s. He doesn’t understand what he did wrong, and nobody will tell him, so all he knows to do is appease - he won’t learn. It’s not constructive training. Pieter, at least, knew to rub his nose in his mistakes until he got carpet burn, and until he couldn’t hope to forget how his punishment was earned.
His knee sings with pain, sprained in the home gym by accident, and then (less accidentally) pushed several measures too far in his attempt to till the vegetable beds by himself. Spring’s already here, he reasons, someone has to do it, but it’s not nearly a good enough excuse. The injury isn’t anywhere near bad enough that he can’t ignore how it feels, but he already knows he can’t take back what it made him say. His love has already cast him a withering glare, and swept from the room before he could say something in anger that he’ll later regret.
And all of a sudden Jean is no longer sitting on the couch in the den with the fire roaring not ten feet away from him, but in Gilgamesh’s frozen bowels, beneath the surface of the water. Down here it feels like the fjords themselves have turned to gas and permeated the hull. He’s barely nineteen years old. It’s dark. He has no clue what time it is. They’re running a scenario, one Havik thought he knew inside out.
And it’s the first time he’s hurt himself, really hurt himself - more than the scuffs and bruises and the small smattering of broken bones he collected as a child. The more he kneels here, with the spike of rusty metal in his gut, the more he realises that the training dummy wasn’t faulty, and that it was supposed to fall from under him, and that its base was supposed to snap - and that Pieter isn’t standing there uselessly because he hasn’t noticed, but because this was supposed to happen, and he’s waiting to see what Havik does next.
And Havik tries, he really does, but the jagged edges of the metal sink into him on the retreat, helping themselves to parts of him, making sure he leaves those parts behind; hungry, insatiable. He makes a strangled sound. It’s not pain - it doesn’t really hurt yet - but horror, unbridled horror, knowing that if he looks down he might see parts of himself he was never meant to see. And it’s a cry for help from the only person who can help him.
And he doesn’t know how long it takes, but the shape of Pieter gets larger and closer in his swimming vision, and he feels a warm hand cup his cheek, and then brush down to grip his jaw.
“There is only one way you get out of this, Havik, and that way is up. Were you on the field, you would have been picked off by now, and I would not be there to help you. Whatever you feel right now, it doesn’t matter. Whatever damage you do by getting up, it doesn’t matter. What matters is the getting up itself; what matters is the coming home. We will always be able to fix you. It’s okay.” The grip gets firmer, and Pieter tilts Havik’s head upwards, and their eyes meet, and Pieter smiles. “It’s only flesh.”
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@bigveee spun:
Valentino but we'll add a twist between how she feels towards, mine, Zick's, and Ghosts.
Dating Suggestions Like An Overbearing Mom
There was an uncomfortably long pause.
“... One date. Whateva’ happens happens. But that’s it.”
#Interview (Ask)#bigveee#Blowing Bubbles (IC)#Death Is The After Party (Main Verse)#literally biting a hole into her cheek as she sat on this for a long fucking time.#that's BASICALLY how she feels for all three even on their own.#but w ghost's she'd prob be more willing to go on more than one date i think.#..... maybe even w all of them its rlly hard to tell#only if cus she likes free food. :'/#PLAOSKDFGJF#her pride vs her gluttony. and lust to an extent-
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AWKWHOIANLA NO ONE ASKED FOR THIS BUT I WANTED TO WRITE IT LMAKSNKSNJS
word count: 1.1k
Warnings: MONSTER FUCKING😭 oral ( f receiving) some overstim if you squint, some fluff. Characters are 18+. If you are uncomfortable with this, please avoid or block AOT SMUT/SNK SMUT, heavily unedited, sorry for typos
You’re nervous, exposed to prying eyes. Heat rushing to your cheeks, eyes averted from the humanoid in front of you. Your hands are resting on your thighs, feeling the body heat arise from the huge body, overheating you slightly.
This is so embarrassing, you think, listening to the quiet purrs and noises of nature around you. It’s quiet despite the sounds the creature is producing. Your heart is beating at an alarming rate, from the height of nervousness. Your gear was on the floor along with some other clothing.
The hands you sat on were rough and calloused, yet somehow gentle. The cold autumn breeze sent shivers up your arms, leaving goosebumps in their wake.
In all honesty, when Eren first mentioned the idea, you thought Levi hit his head more than once and slammed him into the ground, that’s how insane you thought he was.
But no, he hasn’t. Perfectly fine and healthy, just an insane idea.
Wanting to eat you out in his titan form. My god what the hell was he thinking.
Eren nudges your arm slightly with his nose, a puff of air fanning your face that has you squinting your eyes.
In the darkness of night, no one surrounded you with the exception of wildlife and the noises they produced.
Testing went well prior to this. Hanji wanted to test out a new fighting style that had to do with hardening. After the success of the contraption, many new trials came about.
Like you told your superiors, you would follow them shortly after the experiment.
It’s been about ten minutes, and you’re sure they’re starting to wonder where you were at.
Is she shaking? Eren thinks as his eyes scan over your body once then twice, his cheeks heating up from the inside of his Titan when he stares a bit too long at your bare skin.
A purr like noise comes from him, gaining your attention as he nudges you once more, rubbing the tip of his nose against your thigh.
“I-I’m okay Eren,” you breathe out, meeting his gaze. “It’s just..high and..you know,” you smile sheepishly, shifting positions on his hands that are enclosed around you to keep you from falling backwards. “I’m..I’m ready now.”
His pointed ears twitch at your words, mouth hanging open slightly as you part your legs. The only things you had on was your shirt and uniform jacket, everything else was off.
Wow..she’s already so wet and I barely did anything to her, his eyes are trained on your glistening cunt, the light from the moon hitting down on you, illuminating you somehow. Your fingers dance down in between your thighs, your thumb rubbing small circles on your aching clit.
He catches the small moan that slips past your lips, small tingling sensations coursing through your veins. He’s too mesmerized to even move, captivated by your sultry movements that leave him speechless, literally and figuratively. Inside of his form, he could feel his pants tighten, wanting to be the one to touch you rather than you.
“S-stop staring at me like that and do something,” your voice travels through the air, reaching his ears. He can hear the strained moan coming from the source, your fingers rubbing at your entrance.
Okay Eren we got this..just don’t bite her..oh god what if I do bite her, the brunette is nervous, bringing you closer to his mouth. An animalistic growl grows in his throat as he opens his mouth, a wet muscle sticking out. Scared, Eren barely touches your clit with the tip of his tongue, experimenting before continuing.
The sticky rough texture brushes over your sensitive nerve, pleasure skyrocketing through your body from that one simple gesture. Your breath hitches when you make eye contact with him for a split second, giving him the go ahead to keep going by nodding.
It’s sticky yet extremely warm. Your fingers grab at nothing, digging your fingers into his rough skin, tip of his tongue licking a stripe down your cunt. Your slick connects from the muscle and in between your legs as he pulls away.
He exhales deeply before going back in, instead circling the tip around your hole. One of your hands immediately goes to your clit, fastening the pace of your hand.
Fuck this feels so good. Barely starting and he was already having you seeing stars. You can tell he’s getting more excited, his ministrations are becoming a bit faster, yet not enough to hurt you.
You open your mouth in a silent cry when he barely pushes the tip in, flicking it inside your spongy walls. It feels so weird, something so hot and huge piercing through your walls, you feel like you’re breaking apart.
Your eyes well up with tears, one of your hands going under your shirt as you squeeze one of your breasts, rolling and tugging a hardened nipple.
“God fuck,” you groan out the last syllable, head falling back as your breathing becomes uneven, chest and shoulders heaving. “Just like that please don’t stop.”
Your noises sound like sweet melodies to Eren’s ears. He retracts his tongue only for him to push back in slightly, groaning internally when you cry out his name. If only you could see yourself in his eyes, Christ you were a sight. A beautiful one at that.
If only that were me, fuck, Eren mutters, panting softly as some steam emits from the sides of his face.
Your hips have a mind of their own, bucking up into his relentless tongue fucking. Your eyes travel down your body, widening at the slight budge that appears in your lower abdomen.
Your slick is all over the inside of your thighs, his tongue only making more of a mess than it was before.
“Eren I’m going to cum,” you warn him in advance, feeling an itch that needs to be scratched, pressure forming in your stomach. The coil was tightening, muscles contracting as each second passed.
Come on baby, cum for me, Eren’s eyes shut as he relishes your taste on his tongue, enjoying every second he had you like this. He’s too much in his thoughts and doesn’t even realize you had come until an unknown substance lands in his nose.
He’s incredibly hard at the new found sight. Some hairs sticking to your forehead like glue, nipples protruding through your shirt as you rub yourself fast, sending the liquid everywhere.
His actions halt as he slowly pulls his tongue out. From the moon's light, the substance shines on his jaw as he licks it away, a purr emitting from his throat— he would definitely do it again if you were up to it.
You however were a different story. Your inner thighs became sticky, slick covering every inch of your lower body.
“Y-you..you’re messy, do you know that?” You ask with a small smile, speaking through pants. “Maybe one day we can try again..only if you’re up to it.”
Oh and he is. This will definitely be an occurrence.
#eren x reader#eren jaeger x reader smut#eren x reader smut#titan eren smut#aot smut#snk smut#aot x reader#snk x reader#attack on titan x reader#shingeki no kyojin x reader#aot imagines#snk imagines#attack on titan imagines#shingeki no kyojin imagines#eren imagines#Eren Jaeger imagines#eren smut#tw: monster fucking
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¥ Pretty boy ¥
Rich! Izuku midoriya x F! Plus size! reader
Hi everyone!!! this is part of @bakugohoex‘s Collab, you should check the rest of the collab and her works out!!! enjoy!!
Izuku comes from a rich family, owns lavish cars and houses upon houses but all he really wants is you. You come from a humble background, refusing wealth but dealing when izuku wants to spoil you. Izu can literally fuck you anywhere because he is that rich; Nsfw, Fluff, public sex(kinda), smut(kinda? dom izu), reader is kinda a cheapskate.
Sorry it’s so bad; I may continue/ revise based on how this is taken!
“Oh, come on, Y/n! It’ll be so fun, I promise! it’s just one trip; you won’t feel like you did last time!” Memories of the past trip flash through the shapely woman's mind: paparazzi, lavish hotels(yes hotels, he wanted a different view every night), thousand dollar meals, designer boutiques, everything that you had avoided in your life as a pro hero was ironical, as it was all tackled at once.
You loved your boyfriend, and you admire his willingness to give, but this was the main reason you gave a lot of your earnings to health organizations and hotlines, you didn’t feel you needed the money, you were doing just fine without it, eating at home, carpooling to save on gas, helping out at your apartment to get a bit taken off of your rent. But Izuku was born into a life of wealth. Heir to the Yagi fortune, but despite his wealth, you wouldn’t know he was wealthy by simply meeting him.
“Oh, don’t patronize me izuku, you know I would hate that trip, I always hate overly expensive trips, I could get the same trip through my booking sites for half the price, and you know that!” You huff leaning over to fold your laundry. Izuku walks behind you, placing his large hands on your hips and leaning his head on your shoulder. You could feel his pleading look without even looking at him.
“Indulge me, baby. I promise I won’t make it too expensive,” You felt him kiss at your neck, making you sigh until he let out the final part of his argument, a simple,” Please?” You took his hands off your hips and walked away. Izuku sat defeated until he heard you rustle around, cursing as you made a mess of your once clean closet, and came back into the room with a defeated look and a suitcase. “How long are we going for?” Izuku smiled widely and spun you around, his eyes full of love.
----------------time skip to the day of the plans----------------
You gave yourself one last look in the mirror before sighing, regretting agreeing to this trip as you fix your sundress, admiring how the fabric hugs your soft curves perfectly. You knew this vacation would be perfect, that you would love it, but your stubborn mind wanted to fight the potential enjoyment.
Your mouth turned bitter as you internally fought with yourself, going from a fight of stubbornness to a battle against your self-confidence. Your mind picked on everything that wasn’t on your mind before as a deflect of being questioned. Your unpleasant thoughts were interrupted by a certain green-haired man as he walked into the room, stunned at how beautiful you looked in that dress. Distracted by the unmistakable twinkle in his eyes, your thoughts soon disappeared and were replaced with wonder.
“What’re you looking at?” He shook himself out of his trance to approach you with a smile. “Just looking at my beautiful baby girl in that dress, she so horribly fought me on. You look gorgeous, by the way.” His rough hands were felt through the sheer material of the outfit as his thumbs rubbed gentle circles on your wide hips.
You smiled softly and kissed his cheek, looking into his eyes. “Are you ready to go? Cause one more minute, and I may just back out of this.” His eyes go wide as he pulls away and rushes to get everything in the car. Your chuckles are short-lived as he soon comes back and picks you up. “You’re the last thing I need so we can go” you squeak as you remember this man can lift nearly 300 pounds. Why shouldn’t he lift you? Still, every time he lifts you, it comes as a surprise.
He quickly sets you into the car, alarming you with the fact that the driver isn’t any driver at all, it’s one of his close friends, todoroki, and this isn’t even your car; it’s his. “I figured we didn’t need to use the driver and waste money on parking, todo’s gonna drop us off, and I’ll have the driver pick us up after!” Your eyes watered, you knew that the rest of the trip would be extravagant but it was these little things that made you fall in love with him, over and over again. You sat with your hand in his all the way to the airport. You were excited to see new places but dreading the paparazzi.
You stood out of the car, taking in the cool breeze and walking around the car to get to the bags in the back. You bring both of your bags out, along with your carry-ons, and wait for him to finish his conversation with his friend to come to collect his bags. You hear izuku bid him farewell and thank him for the ride before he slips a 20 for gas in his friend’s car and walks to you. “Now don’t be mad...” His eyes shift when he bows his head, preparing to be lectured,” I got first class, and I know you don’t-” You laughed, only calming to rub his shoulder with a smile. “It’s ok! I’ll let it pass.... for now. Now, let’s get our free drink on!”
You’re the first to board, ignoring the dirty looks from the other passengers; you made a vow to enjoy this time.... for izuku’s sake. Your smile didn’t falter, even when the check-in lady gave you a surprising look when you gave her the ticket. You walked onto the plane with confidence; izuku could only say that you looked as if you were born for this… that you belonged here. Your Seats were opened to each other, making a two-bedroom cabin area.
You let izuku walk past you to put your bags to the side and look at the menu. One thing you could never understand is his appetite, he eats more than a group of teenage boys, and he still keeps fit, even if he doesn’t work out. You never found that fair. You shook your head out of the thoughts and sat next to him, searching the tv for a decent channel. You shut off the tv when you saw the news about a new villain, suddenly stressing about the city and what’ll happen if you leave. Your mind flooded with thoughts of the places you love on fire, the people you loved killed and showed as a warning to all the other heroes.
Luckily Deku, who had just finished ordering pretty much the whole menu, sensed your sudden situation and reached over you, pulling the leaver to set your seat back. The sudden movement knocked you out of your daze, causing you to look at the man perched above you with a frustrated look on his face. “You have just been a whirlwind of emotions today, haven’t you? You refuse to calm down; the city will be fine, it’s only a week, and we’re not even going that far!” “but-” “No buts! You don’t want to make me sad, do you?” You sigh, realizing that it was highly improbable for that to happen while you were gone, but that didn’t stop you from worrying. Despite that, you sucked it up, deciding that you might as well enjoy these trips before something happens, after all hero business is very dangerous.
“No Izuku, i don’t” He tilts your chin in order for your eyes to reach his. “Izuku? Really? You know that’s not what i want to hear princess.” You suddenly realize the shift of atmosphere, Izuku’s eyes darkened. “No daddy.” “Good girl.”
He lets his hand drag to the bottom of your dress, pushing up the tinted fabric as he moves his hand to rest on your thigh. Your thighs clench unintentionally when he reaches for the top of your underwear, flinching when he snaps the fabric back onto your skin.
You weren’t used to your soft lover taking the lead, you were the one who took control. You usually calmed your own nerves, with him of course. But you couldn’t think, you couldn't take control, you just had to let him help you, clear your mind and calm you.
You couldn’t help but shiver at the look in his eyes when he’s in control. His eyes darkening,a small glimmer in his eyes is still present but he looks….. Animalistic. You slide your underwear off of your plush form, confidently as he watches you with a ever-growing tent in his pants.
Izuku reached out to your body, holding your soft hip as he moves to slide his form between your thighs. “I don’t think i can be patient much longer beautiful, i may just fuck you like this.” He cups your cheek and uses his thumb to play with your lip, testing how far he can go before sticking his finger in your mouth. You obediently suck on it, watching him bite his lip and shift away to get undressed. “Who says i don’t want you to?”
He quickly takes off his shirt, his scars and freckles littering his tan skin. Izuku's pants are soon to follow allowing his cock to tap his stomach. You always loved how easy it was to get him to get hard, he was always ready for you to fuck him, ready to make love at the mere thought of your full, soft form.
You heard izuku whisper a quick ‘fuck it’ before he grabbed your thighs, wrapping them around his hips and grinding softly onto your soft cunt. Your soft moans fueled the burning fire of his. He grabbed his shaft, lining himself up with your weeping hole. He kissed you deeply before pushing into you, his lips muffling your sweet moans.
His cock throbs as he patiently waits for you to adjust to his girth. Your hips ache, already feeling the pressure of your current activities take it’s toll on your body. Your minds begins to flood with need, processing just how close izuku is, how his muscles feel under your finger tips, how he reacts when you experiment with tightening your smooth walls around him. He waits for you to move, slightly wiggling your hips, before he gives into the feeling, whimpering and keeping a steady pace.
You feel his tip brush against your sweet spot with every thrust, unraveling quicker then you would have liked. Izuku’s blush reaches onto his chest as you moan into his ear, teasing him. He speeds up, ramming into your sweet spot, causing that knot in your stomach to tighten before he shifts to rub at your clit sloppily, letting out lewd noises and tipping you over the edge. Your body freezes, a shaking gasp falling from your lips as you arch your back and your walls flutter and tighten around izuku’s dick. He’s soon to follow, spilling his load over your soft stomach before slowly pulling out and flopping onto his bed besides you.
“That’s one great way to start a shitty trip.” You laugh looking over into his forest eyes. Izuku grabs your hand, kissing your palm and giving you a small smile. “Or just a wonderful way to start a potentially amazing trip. You promised you’d let me spoil you this time, so let me use my money to give you comfort. Ok?” You nod, adjusting your seat to be upright again, and lean over to the champagne. The view out the window is something of beauty as the clouds fold into each other and the sky casts a pink, soft hue onto the white canvas.
Izuku grabs himself a glass, leaning his seat all the way back and putting a complementary eye mask on.
“And besides, the more money we pay, the less people will care where we fuck each other.” He was born into this life, born for it. He was used to this and could be for the rest of his full life.
But izuku would do anything just to be by your side. That’s one thing he can’t pay for.
#izuku midoriya x reader#plus size reader#izuku midoriya x plus size reader#plus size!reader#izuku midoriya#mha x reader#mha x chubby reader#bnha imagines#smut#fluff
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Mindset Playing
Angelique Bouchard x fem!reader
Warning(s): swearing, language, blood
Words: 1k
A/N: Hooi! This was for @escapetodreamworld & @multimilfs and the rest of the Eva chat! And all of you of course! This was made quickly and for fun, so If there’s any mistakes. I do apologize. :D hope you like it ! Xx
Y/N looked through the different books on the shelf that was placed against the white wall of the home office. “Where is it?.” She mumbled to herself. It had to be around somewhere. And she was right.
Among the different books on the floor, she dropped to her knees and opened a new one. The right one. Flipping through the pages with daft fingers, trying to remember the spell. Jackpot.
Biting her bottom lip, suddenly hesitating her decision. What exactly was she doing? How would she react if it worked in the end? A complete stranger, breaking into her home and looking through her stuff? Would she kill her? Y/N shook her head and started preparing herself. Both mentally and physically. Once ready, she started.
She’d used a piece of her clothing to get her back. The more she ranted the same verse, the more tired Y/N became. She felt her eyelids start to drop when a sharp light came through the whole room. Blinding her, making Y/N fall back. Shielding her eyes with her arm, she didn’t see the tall figure standing before her.
Angelique looked around. Her sight clouded but soon faired out. Her cheek was hollow and wet with her tears. How was this possible? She remembered giving Barnabas her heart, quite literally this time and him denying her once again. Remembered the feeling of completely numbness. Death.
She heard a movement. She twisted her head almost 90 degrees and saw a smaller figure laying on the floor. It was a woman. Different spell books were laying sprayed out on her floor. She was in her office at home. She didn’t recognize the woman. How had she done this?
“Who are you?”
Her tone was quiet, almost a whisper. Firm, but then again not. She’d lost her posture. Her fame, everything.
Y/N slowly blinked her eyes. Shocked. There she stood, Angelique Bouchard. The one woman you were looking for. She looked a mess. A hole in her cheek, holes across her body, her hair a mess and her dress ripped. What happened to her really?
“I’m Y/N.”
“I didn’t ask for your name. I asked who you are, why are you in my house? How did you get in my house.” Her voice started to get louder, she also started speaking with her hands. Throwing them in the air, ignoring the pain it caused her.
“You’re a witch.”
“And what are you? A whore?” Angelique spat back at you. Starring you down with those piercing eyes of hers. Leaning over you, just like she’d done hours before with that bastard. She saw the raw fear in your eyes.
“I-I’m a witch myself.”
Angelique scoffed at you. Turning around, looking herself in the mirror that was hanging in between her two massive bookshelves. Wincing slightly. She did look hideous. She noticed something that caught her eye. Looking down, her eyes widened in shock. Blood was on her book, your hands were bloody. She turned around.
“You used your blood to get me back here?!”
No response. Raising an eyebrow, walking closer to you. Kicking your leg with her boot. No response either. You were dead asleep.
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You slowly opened your eyes. Feeling awfully tired, sore and completely done. Hair was in your face, but you couldn’t move your hand. You couldn’t move anything. You looked down and found yourself tied to a kitchen chair. Panic rose in you. You did everything you could to loosen yourself but nothing worked.
The sound of heels clicking against the floor made you tense up. You hadn’t left her home office. How long had you been out? Had she drugged you? Or used some spell? You sat still, waiting for her to come. And she did. Looking all bright and shiny. Shiny and new. Not a crack in sight.
“Oh look. Puppy’s awake.”
Angelique’s lips curled into a spiking smirk. Her smile wide. She had a cup of tea in her hand. You had an idea she wasn’t going to share. Angie took a sip and set down her cup on the desk and leant down to your level again. Still smirking. Then pouting.
“Can’t move your arms puppy? Awh, how sad. But bad girls get punishments. And you certainly have been one.”
She got up again and walked around the room. Mumbling something while walking over to the large window. You couldn’t quite hear her, but you heard the familiar Latin melody. Then, a soft hum came from her lips.
“I am a good girl.”
A soft chuckle came from her. She didn’t turn around though. “Are you? Highly doubt it.”
“I brought you back, didn’t I?”
“Don’t forgot the part where you broke into my house, sniffed through my things and might I add, broke one of my vases.” Angelique spoke as she turned around. Sending you a glare before looking out the window again.
“It was just a vase.”
“Ne commencez pas.”
You looked out at the hallway again. Your neck starting to hurt from the edge of looking over at her.
“How old are you Angie?”
“Je te préviens, Y/N.”
Her voice was low, and the way your name rolled off her tongue sent shivers down your spine. A warmth crept up your throat. You looked away, even though she couldn’t see your face. You knew she could sense something was off.
A hand on your shoulder startled you. Her sharp nails digging into the skin of your shoulder. Her side pressing against your arm.
“Did you know what I did to the town’s people just now?” She asked softly.
You shook your head. Looking at the hand on your shoulder, then following her arm up and then up at her face. Where a wicked smile and a familiar glint in her eyes was to be seen. “What did you do Angie.”
She leant down and looked you deep in the eye. Your noses nearly brushing against each other.
“I made them forget. Thanks to you, I get to play a little longer.”
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Purple | Ahn Hiejin
Pairing: Hwasa x afab!reader
Genre: Smut
Words: +1,8k
Warnings: cursing, degradation, fingering, oral (giving and receiving) use of toys, overstimulation, switch!hwasa, switch!reader (if I forget anything please let me know)
⚠ English is not my native language, so pardon me if there’s any mistake. And you can always tell me what’s wrong.
Request: hello^^ uhm idk how to ask(?) or smtg like that, but could you please do more hyejin(hwasa)? i like the last one you did!
Thank you for your request anon and thank you enjoying my work, it means a lot! Hope you didn't gave up on your request ;)
You took one last look at yourself in the mirror before sending your girlfriend a message asking when she was going to be coming home. You knew Hwasa too well to know she was going to be stuck in that studio for how long it took for her comeback to be perfect.
“In a few. Why?”
You smiled snickely reading the message and sent her a picture of your bare legs shining under the purple led lights. “Nothing… just waiting for you” you replied along with the image.
The woman felt her core tighten when she saw the picture. It was just your legs, nothing much, but she knew you had something in your mind.
And she was definitely right.
Just a few days before you had bought a new pair of lingerie and you were dying to use it. The purple lacy panties did not do a good job at hiding your vulva, the sheer material barely hiding anything. The same sheer material secured your boobs in a corset with some parts in faux leather, the piece hugging all your curves making you look even more sexy. You did a little makeup and fixed your hair just to complete the look but not caring much knowing it would be ruined in seconds.
The door of your shared apartment slammed, announcing the arrival of your girlfriend. “Y/N I swear if you are j-“ she just cut herself mid sentence when she saw your figure sat on the bed, a sly smirk on your lips.
“Hi babe” you walked towards her making sure your hips swayed exaggeratedly. “Like what you see?”
“Very much” your body stopped in front of her, her hand going straight to your lower back, pulling your bodies together. “You look like a queen in purple” her plump lips kissed the spot where your neck meets your shoulder, marking the place ever so slightly. “But don’t forget you’re my bitch”.
She pushed you against the bed, your body falling against the soft mattress. You could feel your heart starting to race in anticipation. “You liked the set?” You asked, hands going from your boobs down, slowly touching your body.
Hyejin pushed your back against the bed, legs going both sides of your body and hands grabbing yours and holding them above your head. She lowered her face inches away from yours “very much, sweetie.”
She let go of your body but you didn’t dare to move, you knew her and if you wanted to come that night you wouldn’t move. She grabbed a box from inside the closet and put it in the bed by your side, taking a long soft rope made out of satin that ironically matched your set. The woman tied your wrists together, making sure it was not too tight or holding any important nerves and secured them at the little hook on top of your headboard, the one that was strategically placed there for nights like these.
“You know that I love your surprises, sweetie” she said in her already raspy with lust voice. “But I love even more to ruin you”.
Hyejin took her clothes off, leaving her bare in front of you, body dumbly squirming in the bed, legs squeezing tight, you wanted nothing more than to touch and worship her body.
“Open your leg” she demanded and you did so, holding a whine when you felt the cold air hit your covered damp pussy. “Look at how pathetic you are, already completely wet for me and I haven’t done absolutely nothing to you” you whined at her words.
She climbed on top of you, both legs on both of your sides, bare vulva touching your covered one, the lace of the panties tickling hers. The woman saw your hands form a fist and smirked, sitting herself on top of your panties, rubbing herself, a silent moan leaving her mouth as you kept whining for not being able to touch her. She stimulated herself a little, leaving a wet patch on the panties.
“Please, Jin-ah! Please!” you didn’t know what you were pleading for, but was all that left your lips. She smiled and left your body, going to grab a little bullet vibrator on the box.
“You look gorgeous when you beg, sweet girl” she lowered herself between your legs, turning the already covered in lube toy. The buzz got you anticipating, breathing erratic, just waiting for something to happen.
With her fingers she opened your lips, teasing your entrance with the tip of the toy, making you moan with the contact. “Baby girl you’re so wet, look at that. I don’t even know why I lubed the toy” with one single motion she pushed the whole toy inside of you, making you leave a loud moan and legs to shake with the sudden stimulation after waiting for long.
The toy kept buzzing inside of you while Hwasa started to eat you out like a starved woman, she didn’t give you time to get ready or used, she started to lick and suck your clit, adding up to the stimulus coming from the toy.
Your moans started to get louder, legs starting to feel weak as she kept doing her work on your bundle of nerves.
“H-Hyejin” you tugged at the rope, back arching and eyes rolling at the pleasure.
“Are you gonna come, baby? Already?” she added her fingers to the game, circling your clit and increasing the vibration inside of you. You moaned once again, hips leaving the mattress. “You are such a sensitive whore, always coming fast” she licked a last long stripe between your folds and you felt the coil in your stomach explode, along with a throated moan, eyes going white with the feeling of the orgasm and the overstimulation on your clit. You didn’t have time to ride your orgasm when you felt the wand in you as well, the vibration of the bullet inside of you in its fastest setting.
“Cum for me again, I know you can, baby” she held the cute pink wand to your clit and started to fuck you with the bullet, pushing deeper and pulling back. The feeling too much inside of you and you could feel your swollen bud starting to burn, the pain mixing with the pleasure, and your next orgasm approaching. “Oh look at you. All fucked out, can even hold anymore. Come on, cum for me, show me how good I can make you feel”.
“F-feel… so good. Fuck!” you manage to say in a whisper before finally coming again, this time harder, literal screams leaving your mouth as you called your girlfriend.
She took the bullet out but helped you ride your orgasm with the wand, turning it off when you calmed down. Your breathing was an absolute mess, chest rising and falling fast, sweat covering your body. You realised she gave you two orgasms without even taking your lingerie set off and you chuckled at the thought.
“Can… Can you untie me? I want to touch you” she giggled at your throaty voice, probably dry from moaning and keeping it open for the whole time. She untied your hands and they immediately went to her face, bringing her to kiss you. The kiss soft and loving in contrast with the previous actions. Without her even noticing, you exchanged places, putting her under you. “Now it’s my turn” you kissed her one last time on the lips, trailing down her cheeks, chin, neck, where you made sure to leave some marks with bites and sucks, and down the valley of her breasts.
The woman that before was so dominating was melting on your touch and that was the beauty of your relationship. She could dominate you, but when it was her turn to get the pleasure she would mewl let you do absolutely everything to her.
You took your time on her breasts knowing she loved being stimulated there. And her moans just confirmed that the moment you licked her left nipple and squeezed the right one in your hand, grabbing the whole flesh bit in your hands and keeping it there while your tongue and lips played with the first. Her body was squirming under your touch, legs squeezing your torso between them, raising in the air searching for some friction.
“Y/N please…” her voice much higher pitched, eyes shut in pleasure as you bit lightly the bud. “Please just eat me out”.
You smirked at her state but decided to give in and get your face between her legs. Lips ghosting over the inner part of her tights, little moans leaving her lips, the lower being bitten hard trying to supress louder moans to come. You trailed kisses from her left thigh to her core, licking a long stripe from bottom to top. You opened her folds and licked once again, stopping at her clit and starting to stimulate it. You started to draw circles with the tip of your muscle, alternating between circles and lines, fast and slow, her hip bucking on your face, hand holding a chunk of your hair, to keep you close to her core.
You stopped devouring her just to spread her wetness in your fingers before penetrating her with two of them, a long and dragged moan leaving her mouth. The lewd sounds of your fingers entering and leaving her hole mixed with your moans while eating her out were music to her ears, only adding up to the pleasure.
You could sense she was coming closer to her high by the way her walls were squeezing your fingers and how her legs were starting to shake and close your head. “Fuck! R-right there” the words left Hwasa's mouth as soon as you added a third finger and started to pump her slower but deeper, curling them up.
You kept the movement of your tongue and lips on her clit, the woman’s hand squeezing your face against her pussy, fingers tangled in your hair, pulling them hard, you probably would have a headache by tomorrow but you couldn’t care less.
It didn’t took much longer for your girlfriend to finally reach her climax, orgasming against your mouth and fingers. Her head was thrown back, eyes rolled to almost all white, mouth hanged open as she moaned your name repeatedly adding some few ‘thank you’s’ in between.
You watched as her chest rose up and down, slowly calming down from the orgasm, the tan skin tinted with shades of red from the heat.
“Fuck Y/N” you just laughed at her and grabbed a wet cloth to clean her.
“Sorry to disturb you at work” you said and Hwasa felt the joking manner of your words.
“First of all you did it on purpose. You’re evil” you laughed and laid by her side, head on her chest as she started to play with your hair. “And second, if every time you disturb me I get to cum I will gladly let you disturb me more” you felt her lips on top of your head and smiled. “I love you and your cute ass” you giggled.
“I love you and my cute ass too”.
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Lee bodecker + degradation kink (PRETTY PLEASE)
Pairings - Lee Bodecker x Female Reader
Words - 2114
Warnings - spanking, fingering, degrading language, daddy kink, anal fingering, D/s dynamic, edging, orgasm control, facial, cum play, masturbation
a/n - This is just utter filth, literally pwp. I am submitting it to @buckyownsmylife new first anniversary writing challenge. This fic was partially started in Discord last night and my lovelies asked me to write it so here we are. I know the gif is Bucky but I swear I've used all the Lee gifs so I'm moving on, don't be mad at me. It has been beta’d by my new wifey @bitterqueenofhearts who is amazing but any mistakes you see are my fault. If you are under 18 then you shouldn't even be here dude, please kindly scroll on by. Let me know what you think.
You were at a party drinking with your friends when, as usual, things got a little out of control. The Henderson brothers were causing trouble, getting into fights and smashing anything they could pick up. Looking at your best friend Amy you both gave each other the ‘lets go’ signal, but before you make it out the door you hear the police sirens, groaning at what you know is going to happen next. You both take a seat on the porch swing and watch the people around you scatter like cockroaches.
You were all of legal drinking age and technically hadn’t done anything wrong, although Dean’s parents might disagree when they see the damage left behind. You both sat back and waited. Watching the familiar figure of the Sheriff approach, Amy jumps up. “Daddy, you here to take us home? Our ride appears to have vanished.”
He scowls at the two of you, shaking his head and tutting. He walks inside without saying a word and assess the damage, turning to both of you to ask what happened. You both profess to know nothing, telling him truthfully that you were actually planning on leaving when he arrived. He points to the car across the street and gives you the keys to get in.
You climb in the back seat together and giggle about the boys at the party, none of them really caught your eye. You’d always preferred older men, and it’s just a shame that older men don’t usually look twice at you. Looking past your friend and watching her dad through the car window you squeeze your thighs together, trying to ease the throbbing you feel in your core. It doesn’t help much, but it means you can focus on whatever it is she’s talking about now.
Lee climbs in the front seat and winks at you in the rear view mirror, smirking when you bite your lip to suppress your smile. You try your best to ignore him throughout the journey, but he keeps looking at you in the mirror and distracting you. As you pull up to their house, Amy asks if you’ll stay over for the night but you have work in the morning and need to get home. Lee says he’ll drop you off, so you wave to Amy and move to sit in the passenger seat this time so you can direct him to your place.
Pulling up to your new apartment, you thank him and smile as you get out of the car, fishing your keys out from the bottom of your bag as you climb up the steps to the door. You turn back when you hear the car door close and get a fright when you see Lee, marching towards you with a look on his face you don’t recognise. He cages you in at your front door, looking down at you and enjoying feeling you squirm against him.
“I didn’t know you had a new place, finally moved out and acting like a big girl, huh? I think I should take a look around, make sure it’s safe for you. I’m sure your Pops would be grateful.” You nod your head and turn, opening the door and climbing up the stairs to your little home. There wasn’t much to it, just a big room with a bed, a few chairs, a tiny kitchen and a separate bathroom.
You sit on your bed and watch as he checks all the windows and looks around at your things. “What were you thinking wearing that little dress tonight? Were you hoping you’d bring someone back and have five minutes of mediocre sex? I thought you were smarter than that.” He sits down next to you on the bed and places his hand on your knee, his fingers rubbing a pattern that sets you on fire.
He looks around the room once again and sees something shiny sticking out of the drawer on your bedside table, you follow his line of vision and your eyes widen. The box of condoms sticking out of the drawer is not what you want him to see, and even worse, he tells you to stand and pass the box to him.
“Please, Lee, don’t do this. I’m an adult now and I don’t have to do what you ask. Now you’ve taken a look around please feel free to show yourself out.”
As you turn to walk away he grabs your wrist and pulls you back to him, making you stand between his thighs and running his hands up and down your back. “Such a big girl are you? I wonder how you would feel if I had to teach you a lesson about respecting your elders? Especially the ones who are trying to make sure you’re safe.”
You whine as his hands travel down your body, gripping your ass firmly and kneading it, spreading the cheeks apart and squeezing until you gasp. “What’s wrong, Princess? I thought you were a grown up now, surely you can handle a little massage?”
Gripping his shoulders you miss what he says, trying to breathe deeply so he doesn’t know how effected you are by his hands on you.
“I told you to get over my lap Princess, don’t make me wait any longer.” You shake your head and look down at him, he’s absolutely serious. Patting his thick thighs and raising his eyebrow, challenging you to defy him. You take a deep breath and lay over him, gasping when you feel him move your dress up and rub over your white cotton panties.ou can feel how wet you are and you know there’s a wet patch soaked through. Without warning he slaps the back of your thigh and chuckles when you squirm against him, hissing as he rubs over the now hot skin. “Count for me, Princess.” Slapping the skin just under your ass, you moan out the number two and grip his thigh as you squirm again.
He grips your cheeks once again, pulling them apart and gripping them firmly. “You know what, I think these little panties might be in the way.” He rips them off you before you can stop him, bringing them up to his face and inhaling the scent on them. “Fuck Princess, you smell amazing. These belong to me now.” He says, stuffing them into the side pocket of his trousers and looking back down at you “lets see, what we have here now?”
His thick hands once again kneading and spreading you apart, he hums to himself when he notices how wet you are and drags his fingers through your slick. Listening as you whine for him, he licks his lips and rubs harder, showing your clit no mercy, the sounds you make have him rock hard.
Stopping for a moment, he waits, listening for your reaction and smirking when you beg for him. “What’s that? You want my fingers back? You know how to ask for them, you little slut.” He waits for your answer, but when you don’t respond he spanks you and admires the jiggle when his hand hits your ass. “You know if you don’t tell Daddy what you want he’s gonna leave you here all alone.”
You push your ass up and wiggle it, silently begging for more. Normally he wouldn’t be so cruel, but he knows you eye fuck him whenever you see him in the uniform. He sees when you clench your thighs together, he even knows that you stare at his hands when you think he’s not watching, biting your lip and probably imaging all the ways he could use them on you.
“Be a good little whore for me and you can have what you want.” He slides his hands over your legs, scratching and nipping at you, enjoying the whimpering he’s causing. “Ok, I guess you don’t want it then. I thought you were going to be good for Daddy, but I suppose I was wrong.”
He hears something so faint he almost misses it. Grabbing your hair in his fist, he pulls you up. “Fuck, Daddy. Please. I need your hands on me.” Grinning at you and letting go of your hair, he pushes two thick fingers deep inside you, curling them and rubbing them over a spot you didn’t even know existed.
“So fucking tight for me. You’re the perfect little whore, aren’t you? I think you need more than my fingers, though. Don’t you?” You moan as he keeps moving his fingers in and out of you, feeling your juices dripping and leaving a wet patch on his thighs.
Your eyes roll into the back of your head and you almost miss the moment he spits on your tight puckered hole, circling his thumb around it. You make a deep groan from the base of your throat and he slowly pushes the tip of his thumb in, swearing under his breath at how tight you are. He can feel you clenching around him as he fills you up and can’t wait for you anymore. “On your hands and knees in the middle of the bed for me, princess.”
Admiring how easily he gets you to do what he says, he strips down, tilting his head to the side as you look at him over your shoulder. “Touch yourself for me.” He sees the conflict in your eyes but you don’t make him wait too long before rubbing your clit while he watches. “Such a good fucking slut for me, tell me who’s pussy this is.” He asks, slapping his cock against you and slowly pushing in, stopping once just the tip is in and not moving. “I won’t ask you again, who does this pussy belong to?”
You try to push back, you need to cum so badly it hurts, but he just grips your hips painfully tight, stopping you before you can get more of him. “I asked you a question, you better answer me, princess.” You whine and moan out as he holds you still. You want to answer him, you really do, but you also don’t want him to win. Deciding to tease him right back you kneel there completely still and just clench around his tip, smirking when you hear his breathing pick up and the swearing he does under his breath.
It doesn’t last long. He spanks you so hard you almost fall on your face, but his grip on you remains strong. He thrusts forward and you both groan as he finally fills you up, setting a fast pace. It doesn’t take long before you’re both panting and moaning. He slips his thumb back inside your ass pumping it in and out, keeping rhythm with his hips. The feeling is like nothing you’ve experienced before.
“Daddy, I’m so close, please don’t stop, fuck!” You scream out, gripping the sheets below you. He can feel you squeezing him tightly, he knows you’re about to cum, so he stops. You scream out for him to keep going, but he leans forward and chuckles in your ear. Shouldn’t be such a fucking brat then, should you, Princess?” You whimper and immediately start to rub your clit, hoping you can make yourself cum without him.
So close, so fucking close. Before you cum, he flips you over and pins both of your hands above your head in one of his, using his other to slap his cock on your swollen clit, each tap making you whimper. “Who does this pussy belong to?” Finally answering him, you scream out his name and he just shakes his head looking down at you. “Open wide and stick out your tongue.”
You do as you’re told, looking up at him and pleading for him to fuck you again, but he just pouts at you. “Aww, does my little cock slut want to be filled up?” You nod and he grins at you. “As you wish.” Palming his cock and splashing his cum on your face and in your mouth, groaning out your name as he does. You lay there in shock, coated in his cum. “Swallow it.” He demands groaning, as you do as you’re told, sucking it off his fingers as he smears it across your face.
He sits back on the bed, legs open and stares at you. “You may finish yourself off now.” You eagerly spread your legs, but before you can touch yourself, he clears his throat.. Looking up at his smug face, he smiles at you. “But only after you’ve cleaned me up, come and use that mouth of yours, Princess.” It was going to be a long night.
#lee bodecker smut#lee bodeckerxyou#lee bodecker x female reader#lee bodeckerxreader#Lee bodecker#lee bodecker imagine
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Crybaby (m)
— synopsis: he calls you crybaby, crybaby. but you don’t fucking care.
↳ Pairing: jungkook x reader
↳ genre: smut
↳ word count: 9.6k
↳ warnings: dom!jk, sub!oc, oc is small in height, rough unprotected sex, oc cries a fuck ton bc sex is too good and cock is too big for her, daddy!jk, little!oc, choking, spanking, intense dirty talk lol are we surprised, jk’s lowkey a sadist, SIZE KINK, big dick kook, multiple orgasms, cunnilingus, face fucking, name-calling, degradation, taehyung makes an appearance because why not, this is just one big porn without plot thank you
cute people: @seokjoontae @gwccivante @pompurii
A/n: Before you start reading, the OC that I imagine in this oneshot is small in height, so if you read words like ‘little’, ‘small’, and ‘tiny’, please don’t get offended or feel hurt! It’s just the way I pictured this OC, but you can completely ignore that if you want and paint your own. Everyone’s beautiful in whatever shape or form! <3
It was a cold, rainy day and you were walking along the paved sidewalks. Holding onto your umbrella with both hands as you tried to prevent it from folding upwards from the harsh wind, the only thing that was keeping you going -- was café that you’d always go to before work.
It was called Jeon’s Kitchen. It was a café that was super underrated for its location was hidden from the busy streets, yet it served the best coffee and pastries that you’ve ever tasted in your whole years of living.
You push the door of the café and the bell rings, signaling your arrival. The fresh smell of baked bread and coffee instantly hits your nose, and you almost roll your eyes back from its heavenly scent. Folding your wet umbrella close, you greet the man from the other side of the glass counter. “Good morning Mr. Jeon!”
“Ah, Y/n, here you are,” he smiles back at you, his forehead wrinkling as he wipes his wet hands on his apron. “Good morning to you as well! You look very happy this morning. Why’s that?”
You approach the counter as your boots create wet marks on the wooden floor. Letting out a giggle, you replied, “Thank you, sir. But there’s no big reason, really.”
You ordered your usual brown coffee with banana bread and sat down on an unoccupied seat. “Your friend Jimin isn’t with you today?” Mr. Jeon asks and you shake your head.
You chewed on your food as fast as you can before answering his question, “Jimin got on sick leave, Mr. Jeon. I’m all alone today!” You sing-songed your last words jokingly, making him laugh.
“Oh, you wouldn’t—”
“Hey, dad.”
Your whole body jumps in surprise as a man, dressed in all black with a leather jacket, bursts inside the café, all soaking wet.
You were so frightened from the sudden outburst that your heart was pumping rapidly in your chest.
“Jungkook? What are you doing here?” Mr. Jeon asks quizzically, “And why are you so wet?”
Mr. Jeon’s son, Jungkook – as you supposed – smirked for a quick second before pushing his damp hair away from his face. You gulp, cheeks blushing at the embarrassingly hot sight.
“Dad, stop talking like that before I –”
“You know what I mean!”
“Okay, okay! Well, my car broke down today so I got it towed then I had nothing to do so I decided to help you with work.”
“Oh, that’s great then!” Mr. Jeon scans the room and locks eyes with you for a long second, and you swiftly pry your eyes away. Mr. Jeon grins, “Keep that gorgeous young lady over there company before she goes to work.”
And before you even knew it, Jungkook was right in front of you with his hands on the table, leaning down as he stared at your stunned face with a smirk.
“Hello.” He speaks, his voice sounding like honey and charcoal mixed together.
You swallowed the nervous lump on your throat before replying, “Hi.”
“Is it okay if I sit here for a while, hm?”
You nod your head.
Jungkook chuckles and does what he says. He rests his arms on the table and intertwines his fingers together. His eyes burn deeply into your own and you couldn’t seem to look away. You felt your cheeks blush and turn into a deep shade of red, not used to a man this handsome so close to you.
Jungkook studies you for a moment, scanning you up and down before squinting his eyes. “Do you not talk?”
Ouch. You felt a sharp sting on your heart, immediately lowering your head down. “S-sorry,” you half-whispered, avoiding eye-contact. This man in front of you not only looks handsome and cute, but he’s got a sharp tongue.
“Ah, no, please. I apologize. I was just shocked, that’s all.”
You lift your head up, “Shocked? Why?” your shyness was slowly fading away and he observes this.
“I wasn’t expecting a girl like you to be so shy and quiet when I first laid my eyes on you.”
Oh? You didn’t know how to respond to that, but it made your heart flutter nonetheless. You smiled at him, and he smiles back.
“I haven’t gotten your name yet though, haven’t I?”
Your body hastily prompts up, “Oh, yeah. I’m Y/n, nice to meet you.”
“Y/n,” he licks his lips as he says your name slowly as if testing how it rolls off of his tongue. You bite your lip at that, making you squirm in your seat.
“I like it, you have a very pretty name. Just like you.”
Before you can react or even respond to that, he cuts you off. “I’m Jeon Jungkook, nice to meet you.”
“N-Nice to meet you too, Jungkook.”
Perhaps dating Jungkook was the best decision you’ve ever made.
Pinned against his bedroom walls, Jungkook leans down as he kisses you. His lips completely control yours, his dominant side showing and overpowering you. You keep moaning onto the kiss and that makes him groan. “Fuck, baby,” he sighs, scattering gentle pecks on the skin of your neck, “You like how I kiss you, hmm?” his big hands wander down to your ass, giving it a firm squeeze and causing you to moan.
“A-ah, Jungkook,” you whimper, his hands not leaving your butt. Jungkook smirks and pulls your body closer to him. You were so small that you literally had to tilt your head back to look up at him. He leans down to kiss your lips once more, but it was rougher. He wraps his whole left arm around your body, tugging you firmer, while his other hand cups your right cheek. He controls the kiss, your tongues fighting together and you couldn’t keep up with him.
You keep whining in the kiss, your hands gripping his shirt in a loose attempt of telling him to slow down. Your cheeks were flushed in red, blushing by how turned on you are for him.
Jungkook chuckles, stopping the kiss. “You keep moaning into the kiss baby girl, what are you, hmm? A little schoolgirl who got kissed for the first time?” he teased, your face redder than it already was. Jungkook suddenly growls darkly, the deep sound finding its way down your core. “Your little whimpers turn me on so fucking much.”
Your eyes widen from his crude words, feeling your panties soak. You rub your thighs together, and your boyfriend sees this. He smirks, lifting your small body with his strong arms and carrying you to his bed.
He sets you down gently with a grin, pushing the stray hairs away from your face. “You aren’t a virgin, aren’t you, baby?” he asks with a quirk of his brow.
You shake your head, “N-no… why?”
He chuckles, “Good. ‘Cause I don’t plan to fuck you like one.”
You almost moan with just that sentence, every little thing that he does turns you on. He suddenly grabs your legs and pushes them apart so that he can kneel in between them. Lifting up his black shirt, your mouth waters from the sight of his toned body. A quiet whimper escapes your lips as you bit on your index finger.
“Bet those little panties are soaking wet right now, huh?” he snickers, playing with the hem of your cotton shirt. “Let me take this off, okay?”
You whimpered, quickly placing your hand on top of his as you stopped him. You shake your head side to side, your eyes drooping.
“Why? What’s wrong?” Jungkook’s heart clenches at the sight of you and quickly leans down to caress your cheeks lovingly, “What’s the matter, my baby?”
“I-I,” you tried to start, “I’m not v-very pretty…” Your voice was shaking and you attempted to cover your face with your little hands, but Jungkook didn’t let you.
He firmly catches both of your wrists in his right hand. His eyes were burning holes in yours, “Don’t talk about yourself like that, Y/n.”
You gulp, noticing how he addressed you by your first name, and not the usual ‘baby’. His tone got more serious, his eyebrows creasing down.
He slowly creeps a hand beneath your shirt, feeling the soft, delicate skin of your tummy. Jungkook sighs, caressing your lower stomach with his big hand, massaging it gently. “You are so beautiful, Y/n, and you should believe me when I say that.”
He leans down lower to kiss your delicate lips tenderly, full of love. “You know I don’t lie to you. You’re the most beautiful and perfect girl I’ve ever met, and I’m so fucking lucky to even have you. Your body’s a blessing, baby. Be proud of it, yeah? Will you let me see your gorgeous body?”
His words immediately made you feel better, and it was surprising how he can control the way you felt. You felt so loved whenever you’re with him, a feeling that you’ve never felt in a long time. You were definitely the luckiest girl in the world.
Nodding your head, you gave him permission to remove your shirt. He smiles and slowly lifts the clothing up and throws it down on the floor. He eyes your body up and down, noticing how his cheeks blush in the faintest of pinks. “Shit,” he breathes out, “you’re a fucking goddess.”
Jungkook wastes no time to spread wet and sloppy kisses down the valley of your exposed breasts and down to your stomach. “J-Jungkook,” you moan, and a loud gasp escape your lips when he wraps his mouth around your left nipple, sucking and flicking on the hard bud.
“O-oh, y-yeah, Jungkook, mhm …” you throw your head back when he starts playing with your other boob as he continued to flick and bite on the little bud. Gripping a bunch of his hair, Jungkook growls from the feeling. He pulls away with a loud ‘pop’ and moves to your other boob to give it the same attention.
Jungkook’s hips were involuntarily humping down on you, feeling his hard cock rubbing on your thighs. You whimper, bucking your hips up to him in an attempt to feel some friction. He chuckles, “Needy little girl.”
He moves away from your body and you whine from the loss of contact. Jungkook only smirks and starts to unbutton his jeans, pulling the clothing down and tossing it to the side. Your mouth waters from the sight of his clothed cock. His cock looked long and thick from the way it was outlined from his briefs.
“Jungkook,” you mewled, biting your lip as you pleaded at him with your eyes.
He brings his hand down to tease you, palming his clothed, hard dick as he keeps eye contact. He was smirking, loving the way your body squirms on the bed. He grips his cock and strokes it up and down slightly. The image of him throwing his head back, his neck slowly starting to bead with sweat, his large hand palming his dick was enough to make you cry out loud.
“You want it, baby?” he asks with a raspy voice, crawling back to you.
“Yes, p-please,” you begged, but Jungkook shakes his head.
“M’gonna eat you out first. Gonna need this pretty cunt soaking wet for me before I fuck your little hole.”
Jungkook wastes no time and rips your shorts away, and he sees the little wet patch on your cotton panties. “Fucking hell,” he groans, his eyes rolling back to his head as your smell hits his nose. He rubs your clothed folds with his thumb, the slightest action already making you moan. “Damn, baby. You’re so sensitive. When was the last time you got fucked, huh?”
“L-Long, long time ago—oh my god, Jungkook!”
Without a warning, he pulls your panties down and licks a harsh, bold stripe from your dripping wet hole and up to your clit. He does this a second, a third time before you’re already begging and gripping on his hair. He circles his tongue around the sensitive bundle of nerves, careful not to directly put his tongue on it.
“Please, w-wan’ more.” You mewled, eyes closed shut.
Jungkook suddenly prods the tip of his tongue on your entrance, collecting all of your gushes and wetness and letting himself taste you. He growls, his hand comes up to play with your clit using his thumb. He circles your bud gently as his mouth plays with yours slick. Your pussy throbs when he replaces his hand with his mouth, harshly sucking on your clit as his tongue flicks on it at the same time.
“Fuck! J-Jungkook,” you sobbed, bucking your hips up for more, “I want m-more, please, please, please!”
Jungkook gets turned on from your endless pleads, sucking on your clit harsher and flicking it faster. “Tell me how my tongue feels on your pussy, babe,” He groans animalistically, and the vibrations it caused made your whole body shake in pleasure.
“It f-feels so good, so good,” you sob, “I want more of it, please!”
You felt a finger prodding at your entrance, and your body writhes. “Shh, shh, baby, baby,” Jungkook coos, “Let me prep you up, baby girl.”
You hold onto his shoulders, your nails digging into his skin as he slowly sinks his middle finger inside your tight pussy. You gush around his finger, more of your liquid starts to drip down as he slowly fills you up with a single digit. Your eyes roll back, mouth agape as you couldn’t seem to form any words.
“Thaaat’s right, that’s a good girl, hmm?” he smirks, watching how your hips buck up, “Gonna have to prepare you for this cock, right? Don’t want your little pussy splitting into two.”
Jungkook starts to thrusts his finger in and out of you at a normal pace, watching how your face contorts in pleasure. You were a whimpering mess, your forehead forming a layer of sweat, your pussy clenching tightly around his finger. Jungkook’s cock seems to twitch every time he hears your little whines and moans, your cute noises turning him on to the max. He feels precum dripping down from his tip, making him groan.
Without saying anything, Jungkook shoves a second finger in, stretching your walls out good for him. “Ah, ah, ah, there we go, there we go, baby,” he sighs, licking his lips.
“Jungkook, I-I’m so close,” you whimpered, eyes watery.
“You are?” he teases and fakes a disappointed tone, “My baby girl’s already close? Oh what a shame, I wanted you to cum on my cock, not on my fingers, baby.” Even though you know that he was playing a displeased expression, you still took it to heart.
“B-But your fingers – aahh – your f-fingers will make me cum!” you cried, tears already dripping down your cheeks as you felt him fuck you faster, his thumb circling your clit at the same time. The nerves in your clit send electrical currents throughout your trembling body.
Jungkook growls as something snapped inside of him when he saw your tears. He wanted to see you sob.
“Yeah? They will?” he fusses, “Oh, I’ll be very disappointed if you cum right now, baby. You wanna make me mad?”
You quickly shake your head, sniffing, “N-no!”
“Then don’t fucking cum.” He growls.
The combined feeling of your walls getting stroked by his fingers and the way he was playing with your clit made it super hard for you. More tears seem to escape your eyes when he suddenly hits your g-spot deliciously. “Oh, right there!” you cry out, breathing heavily.
“Right here, baby? Ohh, you like it right here?” he licks his lips, loving the way your body contorts from pleasure. His fingers rub and stroke the spongey feeling of your g-spot with wild ‘come here’ motions. He sees your tears dripping down your eyes as little strands of hair were sticking on the base of your neck from the sweat. Your pussy kept clenching around his digits so hard that made his cock throb painfully.
“Please please please, let me cum!” you begged in a little voice, not having the energy to yell as loud as you wanted to. You tried your best to hold back your orgasm, but the way he was fucking your pussy with only his two fingers was too much for you.
“Please, I-I can’t stand it…” More tears dripped down onto your cheek, your walls fluttering around his fingers as you were getting closer and closer to cumming.
Yet, Jungkook suddenly removes his fingers out, denying your orgasm.
“No, no!” your whole body shakes and trembles and Jungkook immediately hovers above your figure. His hands hold your wet cheeks and wipes away the fallen tears, his cock twitching.
“Shh, baby girl, baby girl. It’s okay, it’s okay.” Jungkook places soft pecks on your lips, trying his best to calm you down as you were still shaking.
You whimpered, literally sobbing as you tried to stop yourself from crying, but everything was just out of control. Your pussy kept clenching around nothing and your breathing was heavy. Jungkook places his head on the crook of your neck, rubbing your sides and he scatters kisses on your shoulder. He chuckles breathily, completely amused and turned on, “It’s okay, precious.” He lifts his head up to look at your face, all flushed and your eyes glossy, “I’m gonna make you cum so good and so hard. I’m gonna make it up to you, little baby.”
“Y-you better,” you sniff, making him chuckle.
He tugs his briefs down with one and the other wipes the remaining tears on your cheek. He hisses when his dick hits your inner thigh, stroking it a couple of times and spreading his precum.
“You like what you see, my baby?” he smirks, noticing how you couldn’t get your eyes off of his hard cock.
It was so big, you weren’t even sure if it’ll fit. Your past boyfriends couldn’t even compare to him. The tip of his cock was pouring precum and it was angry in red, the veins in his shaft prominent that made you mewl. Crossing your legs together in need, a whimper flows out of you as you felt your pussy drip. You wanted to feel it inside of you for the first time, you want him to break you.
“What are thinking, hmm? Baby?” he says, letting his thick shaft rub against your wet, soaked slit. You whimper, bucking your hips up but his hands push you back down with a growl.
“Y-You’re so big, Jungkook,” you blush, “It wouldn’t fit.”
“Oh, I fucking know, baby,” the tip of his dick slightly nudges your clit, making you mewl from the sensitivity. “I don’t even know if you can take it.”
He hears you whimper and he slaps your cunt a couple of times with his thick dick, “But you will.”
Jungkook pushes the tip slowly against your entrance, and you close your eyes immediately from the feeling. He was going so slow yet you can feel how your walls were stretching so much with just the tip.
“Fuck fuck fuck fuck,” he curses, trying to fit this whole tip in without accidentally breaking you in half, “You’re so fucking tight, fuck, even with how wet you already are. Goodness, baby,” he chuckles, pulling his cock out as he tries to fit it in for a second time, “Pussy so fucking tiny, can’t even get the head to fit.”
He was able to push about half of his cock inside your cunt yet you already feel so full. You couldn’t stop the way your pussy was dripping more and more juices out, and Jungkook loved the way it felt.
He notices how your eyes were getting watery once again, and this time he felt concerned.
“Does it hurt, baby? Please tell me to stop if it gets too much for you,”
“No, no, please. Please continue,” you say with a small voice, trying to control your breathing, “I-I just love the way it feels so much.”
Jungkook feels his cock pulse from your praise, and it definitely turned a switch inside of him, “Yeah, you do? Look at you, crying already. Crying ‘cause you love the feeling, huh? Love the feeling of my cock stretching your tiny, delicious cunt?”
You nod your head frantically, feeling how he pushes more and more of his cock into you. It felt like it doesn’t seem to end. “S-so…big…” you cry, sniffing. Jungkook lifts your legs up and hangs it on his shoulders, the new position caused him more room to push and his tip hits your g-spot without trouble.
“Oh!” you yell, “Jungkook!”
“Fuuuuuck!” he drags out, starting to pump slowly, “Feels so fucking good. Your little cunt feels so tight, shit, it keeps clenching, baby.” Jungkook throws his head back, biting his bottom lip.
“I’m gonna cum.” You whisper, “I’m gonna c-cum!”
Jungkook doesn’t hesitate to fuck you a bit faster, hitting your sweet spot without difficulty with his thick tip. “Cum, baby, I’m not gonna stop you.”
Your eyes roll back from the immense pleasure, the feeling of a large wave hitting your body as you went through your hard orgasm. You’ve never cummed so hard in your entire life. You started seeing stars as your pussy clenches tightly around Jungkook’s cock as you feel him fuck you harder and faster through your orgasm.
“Oh my god,” you gasp, “Jung—oh my god!”
Jungkook adjusts his position and starts to fuck you deeper, his arms keeping him up as he pounds down in your cunt. He watches your reaction, how you never stopped crying and how you kept moaning and whimpering for him. He watched how your tiny figure was curled up, your legs hanging on his shoulders as it provided him more space to fuck you. He smirks and chuckles, loving how submissive you are.
“You love how I fuck you, huh, you love my cock? You love how my big, long cock stretches your tiny little cunt out? Hmm?”
You don’t respond as you were too focused on the feeling of his big cock pounding your pussy, his balls hitting your butt. His shaft was rubbing against your walls so good that it was the only thing you can think of. When you don’t answer, Jungkook gives one particular, hard thrust, his tip harshly hitting your g-spot.
“O-oh! Jungkook…” you whined.
“Answer when someone asked you a question, you bad, little girl.”
“I-I…” you gulped, “I love it, Jungkook…”
He pushes another inch of his cock in, making you gasp loudly.
“Love what?”
“I l-love how your big cock stretches me out,” you mewled, biting your lip right after. Jungkook cock throbs when your eyes meet and they looked so big. Your eyes were watery as more tears kept escaping from them, and Jungkook wanted to wipe them off of your face, but the sight was too good.
The way you were looking up at him so innocently made him fuck you harder and deeper, getting even closer to his own orgasm.
“Why’re you such a fucking crybaby, huh?” he chuckles, “Crying all this time, hmm? Couldn’t take my fingers and my cock? You couldn’t take how I fuck you raw? Fuck, baby. Cry as much as you want, I’m not gonna fucking stop until you say so.”
Saying that Jungkook was turned on was an understatement. There were no words to describe how aroused he was in this situation. He was so fucking lucky to have you.
“Deeper, please,” you sobbed. Jungkook does just that. His thrusts turn even harsher as he basically pushes all of his cock in, not caring that it might sting. “Aahh! K-Kook!” you cry, but he doesn’t care at this point. He was too in his feelings.
“Yeah, look at my pretty little girl taking all of this cock in her little cunt. You filthy little thing, you like it when I fuck you balls deep?” he chuckles when you nod your head, sniffing.
“My crybaby. I love to see you cry. Love to feel how my dick stretches that little pussy. So fucking tight, fuck.”
Jungkook feels your pussy clenching sporadically around him once more, and he senses your second orgasm. “Cum, baby. Cum around my cock again. Please, fuck. Wanna feel your walls tighten around my raw dick. Wanna see you scream my name and sob for me. Wanna see this little pussy ruined.”
That was all that it took for you to cum. Your hands scratch down his back as your walls tighten around his thick girth. Your mouth was agape as you screamed his name like he wanted to. “Jungkook! Oh my god, oh my god…” Jungkook keeps fucking you through your orgasm again as he helped himself reach his own high. You came so hard, your mind going blank as you just focused on the delicious, addictive sensation.
“Fuuuuck, yeah, oh my fucking god.” He curses, and with a few hard thrusts, he pulls out and shoots his cum on your stomach. Strings of his seed cover your skin and you moan from the sight. He kept pumping his cock with his right hand, his biceps flexing and abs tightening as he milked his cock clean.
After he was finished he flops beside you with a loud sigh. “Oh my god. I came so fucking hard.”
You giggle at that as you watch him stand up immediately to grab a wet towel from the bathroom, and coming back to wipe your body with it. He then tends to your face, wiping your cheeks using the clean side of the cloth. “I’m sorry if it was too much for you, Y/n,” he breathes out, “Seeing someone cry like that during sex was a first time for me.”
“No, i-it’s okay. I loved it. I cried because it feels too good. I’ve never felt that type of way, I promise.”
His eyes light up, his lips curving into a smile, “Yeah?”
“Mhm,” you nod, “I probably looked dumb crying, didn’t I?
“No, no, no! Absolutely not.” He quickly says, stroking your hair. He kisses your lips lovingly, and you can feel how much he loves and cares for you in that little kiss. “You didn’t look dumb, in fact...” Jungkook looks away, blushing a little bit as he wondered if he should say it or not.
‘Oh, whatever.’ “It turned me on.”
You lift your eyebrows up in shock, and now it was your turn to blush. “Wait, really?”
“Yeah,” he leans down close to your ear, and you can feel his hot breath hitting the skin, sending shivers down your back, “You looked so fucking cute like that, baby. So fucking hot, shit,” he chuckles, shaking his head, “I’ll stop talking before I fuck you again… just to see you cry.”
“Jungkook!” you playfully slapped his arm, your face completely red in embarrassment. “I’m too tired for another round.”
“I know, I know, baby. Let’s get some rest, little one.”
Having sex with Jungkook for the first time made you closer to him than ever. After that day, Jungkook seemed more protective of you. It wasn’t like he isn’t protective of you before having sex, but… things felt different.
He also acts more helpful? You weren’t sure if that was the right word to describe it, but he acted more caring than he already was.
He’d always cook for you whenever you visit him, he’d pick out clothes for you to wear and help you put them on, he’d grip your hand tighter whenever the two of you crossed the road, he’d order food for you in restaurants, and he would even massage your back whenever you came home from work. It was the simplest thing he does for you that amuses you. To be honest, it made you feel soft and fluffy on the inside. It made you feel a type of way, like you feel so protected and loved around him.
Knocking on his front door three times, you waited for Jungkook to appear as you held your hands behind your back.
“Oh, hi Y/n.” Your eyes widen when you saw Taehyung, his roommate, open the door instead of your boyfriend.
“T-Taehyung!” you stutter, completely surprised, “Hi… is Jungkook home?” you asked politely. You and Taehyung met a couple of times before, yet your conversations were always short and a bit awkward. Taehyung was a great guy, but he was always out and about so you didn’t have the opportunity to get to know him.
He was almost the same height as your boyfriend, and you still had to look up.
“He isn’t here yet, he’ll be back in a few minutes though.” He says in a monotone voice, towering over you. He looks at you so sharply that it made you feel intimidated. His eyes turned into little slits, eyeing your little figure up and down. You could’ve sworn he smirked for a quick second, but perhaps your mind was only playing with you.
If you knew that Jungkook’s roommate would be home, your outfit wouldn’t be a simple oversized t-shirt and short cotton shorts.
“Come in.” he states simply as he moves aside to give you some room. “Please act as if I’m not here.”
“O-oh,” you whisper, “okay…”
You watch Taehyung as he disappears into the hallway and goes inside his room, the door shutting with a loud bang. You frown. Maybe he had a bad day?
You still had so much time to kill left, so you had an idea. You walked up to Taehyung’s doorstep and gulped before knocking. “Taehyung? C-can I ask you something?” you say in a quiet, small voice.
“What?” he shouts.
You sigh, “I wanted to ask you about some—” You shrieked when the door suddenly flies open, revealing him wearing headsets and a PS4 controller on one hand.
“Oh s-sorry, I didn’t mean to…”
“No, it’s okay,” he chuckles, “I’m having a bad day today, so I apologize if I seem like an ass.”
You giggle at that, nodding your head in acknowledgment. “I wanted to ask you if I can use some of your ingredients, I want to surprise him some food before he gets home.” You say giddily, not realizing that you’re standing up in your tippy toes.
Taehyung looks down and notices this, making him laugh and shake his head in amusement. “Yeah, of course, Y/n. You can use whatever you want.”
“Yay! Thank you!” You quickly ran back to the kitchen as Taehyung laughs at you, his mouth smiling wide as he shuts the door, resuming to his game.
Jungkook can feel the excitement bubbling in his stomach as he parks his car, knowing that he’ll be seeing you again today after such a long day. He bites his lip as he makes his way to the front door, the thought of hugging your body, of kissing your sweet lips and smelling your scent was driving him insane. He wants to feel you. To see you again.
You, on the other hand, don’t hear the keys jiggling as you kept humming to yourself as you made him his favorite snack. Jungkook opens the door and sees you facing away from him, chopping away on the counter. He creases his brows in confusion, smirking.
Jungkook crosses his arms together, biceps flexing as he quietly walks closer. He leans his arms on the marble island, watching you in amusement.
You kept humming your favorite song, not knowing that your boyfriend was right behind you. You tip-toed as you tried to open the cupboard right above you, but it was too high for your short height. Huffing a breath, you reached your right arm higher, stretching up as much as you could. Jungkook only watched with a cocky smirk, lifting a hand up as his thumb and index finger played with his bottom lip. He watches how your shirt hikes up, revealing more of your butt, how you struggled to keep yourself in your tippy toes.
Even though you’ve admitted many times before how much you hated your height, Jungkook loves it so fucking much. He didn’t understand it before, but he loves how he can easily hold your tiny little body by just wrapping his big, strong arms around you. He loves to see how you seem so small beside his tall and intimidating build. It gives him the feeling to take care of you, the strong desire of wanting to protect you as your lover.
Besides all of that, though — the size difference turns him on.
His dominant side easily shows whenever you let him control your body with consent, letting him use your frail figure for both of your pleasure.
A whimper escapes your lips, “Mmph!” You frustratingly yelled, fingers trying to reach for the handle.
Jungkook chews on his bottom lip, feeling his cock twitch slightly inside his tight pants. He licks his lips and chuckles darkly when you wailed.
His eyes widen, though, when you lift your knee up to rest on the counter, trying to hoist yourself up as your hands grab onto the cupboard.
He quickly strides over to you and places two hands on your waist, pressing his front on your backside. “Hey, hey, careful, careful, little one.”
Your whole body jumps in surprise, eyes expanding as you flip your head to him, “Jungkook! You scared me!”
“No, you scared me. Climbing up the counter isn’t safe at all.”
Jungkook grabs your hoisted leg and puts it back on the ground. He still kept his body pressed firmly onto yours, not giving you space. “I couldn’t reach the cupboard…” you faintly said, making Jungkook giggle.
“I know. I was watching you this whole time.”
You gasp, trying to turn your body around to face him but his strength didn’t let you. He grips your waist firmer, a soft raspy growl leaving his lips. A blush creeps up your cheeks from the sound.
“T-then why didn’t you help me?” you grin, throwing your head back so that you can look up at him. The top of your head was pressed against his upper stomach, giving you a full view of his jaw and his face looking down at you.
Jungkook sighs, wrapping his hand around your throat without pressing. He leans farther down and presses a kiss on your forehead. “Because I thought you look fucking adorable.”
“Jungkook!” you shout with an embarrassed laugh. “P-please let me finish this snack I’m making for you.” You whine, wriggling your body as you tried to find a way out of his strong grip. Jungkook further plays his game though, wrapping his big arms around your small figure, enclosing your body with his firm hold.
“Mmm, fuck, I love you, I love you.” He mutters, making your heart flutter with his words. “I-I love you too, Kook. B-but you’re squeezing me so h-hard.” Your small hands try to push his arms away, but of course, it was useless.
Jungkook gives you one final kiss on the top of your head before he finally releases you, causing you to puff out a large breath. “Oh! Thank you,” you giggle, “please, let me finish this, Kook.”
“Okay baby,” he smiles, wandering to the other side of the kitchen, grabbing a glass of water. “Thank you.”
You nod your head and bite your lip, looking at his eyes. “Y-you’re welcome. But can you…” you look up at the cupboard, then back to him, “Can you please grab me the salt up there?”
Laughing, Jungkook nods and comes up to your side and opens the cupboard with no problem. “Here, little girl.”
You blush at the nickname as you grab the bottle with a blush on your cheeks. “Thank you.”
With a final kiss on the cheek, Jungkook playfully squishes your cheeks with one hand, “No need for that, babe.”
Jungkook also finds many different ways to spice up your sex life. Every round drained your energy but he had such a huge and impressive stamina.
“Jungkook, p-please, careful, careful…” you whimpered, closing your eyes tight as his dick kept pounding into your little cunt. Jungkook lets out a breathy chuckle as he lifts your legs up to wrap around his waist. This position gave him better access to your g-spot, hitting all the right nerves that made you moan louder and louder with each thrust.
“Careful?” he snickers, “You want me to go careful on this pretty little pussy?” He pounds harder and deeper, making you cry out. “How can I go fucking careful when this cunt drives me wild. Drives me insane, huh? How can I go careful when you cunt keeps clenching around my thick cock? Hmm, baby?”
“Jungkook, oh my god,” you start scratching down his back from the pleasure he brings you, his dirty, filthy words sending you into a frenzy.
“My god, baby girl. Keep clenching your walls around me like that and I swear I’m gonna fucking cum inside this cunt. Oh my fu – shit! You wanna be a bad girl and keep tightening around my cock?”
You tried your best to relax, yet his powerful thrusts were making it hard for you to do so. You keep whimpering and whining, hugging his sweaty body closer on yours so that you can feel his hot breath. Jungkook places wet and sloppy kisses on your neck, sucking on the sensitive skin and biting on it. He scatters your neck with bites, nipping harshly, making you mewl.
“Daddy, t-that hurts.”
You didn’t even process what you just said not when Jungkook stops his tracks. You lock eyes with him and there were this different look and aura on his face, his irises blown even wider and turning darker.
His breathing was heavier, and he wants to fuck you like his little fucktoy so fucking bad, but he controls himself. “What did you…what did you just call me?”
You shake your flushed face side to side, “I-I’m sorry… I didn’t know why I said it and I’m sorry if you didn’t like it…”
Jungkook releases a deep growl, wrapping his right hand around your throat and squeezing, choking you. “I asked you a fucking question and I expect you to answer it, you fucking slut.”
You whimpered from his degradation, feeling his big hand wrapping around your throat made your pussy clench tighter around him even more. Your mind goes back to his previous question, “I c-called you my daddy…”
Jungkook closes his eyes shut for five seconds, inhaling a deep breath as he prods his tongue on the inside of his right cheek.
He leans down so close to your ear that you can feel his lips grazing on your earlobe, his hot breath hitting your skin, making you shiver. “Keep calling me that and I’ll fuck you like the good little bitch you are for me.”
Your eyes widen and you feel your pussy gush around his thick, long cock. He smirks at your reaction and starts thrusting in and out of you once again, slowly this time. “I love how your pretty mouth says that. It turns me on so fucking bad.”
You giggle, cheeks blushing, “Okay, daddy. B-but – oohhh – go faster.”
Jungkook wipes the smile away from your face when he suddenly flips your frail little body over, making you lay on your stomach, your face pressed against the sheets. You whimpered loudly when a harsh slap lands on your ass, his hand hitting the flesh so roughly that caused a stinging, loud spank.
Jungkook pulls his cock out of your dripping pussy, making you mewl from the loss.
“So now you’re begging for daddy to go faster without saying please, huh?”
Spank.
“Is this what you want, huh?”
Spank.
“Wanna be a bad girl? Talking to daddy like that?”
“Jungk—daddy!”
Spank.
“Fucking get your words right, baby girl, before I bruise this pretty little ass purple until you couldn’t sit down.”
Your pussy was gushing slick out to the sheets, your eyes were already blurry as you let your tears drip down onto your cheeks. Jungkook can hear your little sniffles and he roughly grabs a bunch of your hair and tugs harshly, forcing your head to tilt upwards.
A loud whine escapes your lips, the pain triggering more cries out of you. Jungkook tsk-ed, spanking your reddened ass once more. “Look at you, fucking pathetic.”
“N-no,” you whimpered, feeling his head prod against your entrance, but he doesn’t push all the way in.
“Crying like the little cockslut you are, begging for cock without saying please? Daddy needs to teach you a fucking lesson, you little slut.”
You felt your stomach coil up from his crude, degrading words but it turned you on even more. Jungkook finally releases the harsh grip on your hair, “Up on all fours, crybaby.”
You bite your lip from the way he addressed you, quickly doing what he told you so that you wouldn’t be in more trouble. You hang your head low, feeling your teardrops run down to your jaw and on to the bed.
“D-daddy,” you sniff, “I’m…I’m s-sorry.”
He hits another hard spank on your ass, making your whole body jolt forward from the sudden sting. “Mmphh, d-daddy…” you plead.
“I’m not taking any little sorry tonight, slut. Take what daddy gives you as an apology.”
Without any warning, he suddenly shoves his whole cock inside of you, balls deep, without giving you any time to adjust. Your eyes expand from the quick shot of pleasure, your mouth agape as you tightly gripped on the sheets below you. You felt so full, feeling his cock about to split you into two. “F-fuck! Daddy!” you cried, your pussy clenching around his girth tightly.
Jungkook tries his best to keep his composure, to prevent himself from fucking you as he keeps his dick inside your wet cunt. His hands grip your hips tightly, for sure leaving red handprints.
“Be a good girl and keep my cock warm,” he growls.
“D-daddy, no… p-please mo — oohh — move!”
“You really want to disobey daddy, huh?” Spank. “You like being a brat? You’re not my good little girl.” Spank.
With his words, somehow, made you cry even more. You bite your lip to stop yourself from sobbing out loud from the overwhelming pain and pleasure that he’s giving you. You can feel his cock throb inside of you, and his tight grip prevents you from moving.
“I-I’m your…your good little girl, daddy.” You whimper as you shut your eyes, shedding more tears.
Jungkook groans when he swivels his hips slightly, his tip hitting just the right nerves inside your clenching pussy. He wanted to fuck you just like you do, but you had to endure your punishment.
“Oh you are now, really?” he snickers, “Good little girls take their punishment properly.”
“I-I’ll take it properly, daddy! Puh-please, I’ll b-be good.”
Jungkook seemed satisfied with your pleading, and he takes his cock out of your pussy. You whined loudly, your whole body shaking. Jungkook moves so that he was now kneeling in front of you, his heart clenching when he finally sees your fucked-out face.
He leans down and takes your wet cheeks in his big hands, watching you sniff and tremble. “Baby girl,” he whispers, placing a kiss on your lips. “Are you okay? Still want to keep going?”
You nod your head, trying to form a smile above all of your weeping. Jungkook grins but soon replaces it with a devilish smirk. His big hand wraps around your jaw and adjusts himself so that his dick was right in front of your lips. He grips his shaft in his other hand and spreads his precum on your lips, watching you with dark, lustful eyes.
“Gonna fuck this bratty little mouth of yours ‘till you learn your lesson, got it?”
You look up at him with fuzzy eyes, nodding your head. He pushes his cock in and you instinctively open your mouth, inviting him in. Jungkook throws his head back and groans loudly when his cock comes in contact with your tongue. His dick wasn’t even halfway in and you were already gagging.
“Shit,” he chuckles, his left hand holding the back of your head. “You look so fucking hot like this,” you watch him brush his hair back with his unoccupied hand, seeing his biceps flex. You whimpered, the vibrations hitting his cock deliciously.
“Look at you, fucking crying as your little mouth tries to take my cock,” he smirks, pushing more and more of his length in, feeling your throat tighten around him. You quickly remembered to breathe through your nose, and you do just that.
“What? Can’t take my cock either?” he snarls, pulling all the way out before snapping his hips back in again, making you choke. “I think my cock’s too big for this tiny little girl I have right here.”
His words sent up a spike of pleasure to run throughout your whole body, and you were determined to take all of him in. You slack your jaw and open your mouth wider – besides the protest of your tears – and you take more of his dick.
He starts to thrust at a steady pace, hitting your gag reflex again and again but you try to push it away. Jungkook keeps his eyes on you, watching how your eyes struggle to keep open as they keep shedding more tears, your lips drooling in saliva as his dick fucked your throat. He thrusts faster and faster, now holding your head in both hands.
“B-baby,” he groans, “take my fucking cock. That’s right, choke around it… fuck!”
Jungkook decides to push another inch of his cock in, and your throat harshly gags around it. You felt your pussy clench tightly and his dick throbbed harshly from the tightness of your throat. He shuts his eyes and keeps his dick still inside your mouth, the tip of your nose almost touching his pubic bone. “Fuuuuuuck! Baby g-girl, so fucking t-tight.”
He reopens his eyes and finally pulls his cock out of your sore little mouth, watching as a string of saliva connects from your lips and on his tip. You exhale a large puff of air, breathing heavily.
“Ohh, my precious baby girl,” he coos as he leans down to grab your face, kissing your lips passionately. You whimpered into his mouth, feeling so fucked out and tired, your arms almost giving out. “I love you,” he says, biting on your bottom lip right after, “I love you.”
You look up at him, your eyes slightly red. You knew that he was only saying these crude, vulgar words just for the sake of sex. You knew that he didn’t mean it. “I love you too, a lot, lot more.”
“Impossible.” Your boyfriend chuckles and swiftly flips you over again with no trouble, lifting you up as if you weighed like a feather. He lays you on your back again as he hovered his body on top of you, his forearms on either side of your face.
“I’m gonna fuck you like you deserved to be fucked, baby.” Jungkook wastes no time to insert his cock back in your cunt, and this time, he doesn’t stop. He fucks you balls deep, feeling your walls stretch around his girth once more. He couldn’t get used to the feeling, he wanted to fuck you even rougher but he feels like he’s going to tear your pussy apart. “Fuck, baby, your cunt feels like it’s gonna break if I fuck you even harder.”
“Daddy, p-please… I want it.”
Jungkook quirks a brow up, “What did you say? Say it louder, baby girl.”
You gulp down the lump in your throat, “P-please fuck me rough. Please don’t hold back, daddy, I d-deserve it. Fuck my l-little pussy until I break, please please please, daddy.”
Jungkook turns animalistic, a deep growl erupting from his throat as he snaps his hips even harder and faster. His cock was hitting your sweet spot all this time, and you couldn’t even keep your eyes open from the overwhelming pleasure. He’s fucking you so roughly that he can’t think straight. He lifts your legs up to wrap around his waist so that he can fuck you deeper.
“Aaah! Right t-there!” you squeal, wiping your tears away from your face with your palm, “Daddy, it f-feels too good!”
“Yeah?” he groans, “My little crybaby, wanting her daddy to fuck her pussy like it’s her last dick she’s ever gonna get?” Jungkook wraps his hand around your throat, squeezing it just right. His dick throbs from the sight of you weeping, lips bruised from all of your constant lip bites. “This little body trying it’s best to take big dick, huh?”
Your cheeks blush, nodding your head, “Y-yes, daddy. I-I love it.”
“Oh I know you do. Pleasure too much for you to handle that you cry, hm? Bet no one fucked you this good. No dick has ever been good to you, huh? Is that it?”
Your eyes roll back, his hand squeezing your neck bit tighter as he feels your pussy clenching nonstop around his cock. “O-only you, daddy. Only your cock makes me feel this good.”
“Good thing you know, baby. Because you’re gonna feel daddy’s cock in you for the next couple of days. Daddy’s gonna make your small little body feel so sore tomorrow, the next day, and the day after that. Daddy’s gonna make sure that you couldn’t walk after this.”
With his head hitting your g-spot constantly, you felt the familiar coil in your stomach building up fast. “D-daddy! I’m gonna cum!” you whimper, chest heaving up and down, your forehead sticky with sweat.
“You are? Ohh, I know, baby,” he chuckles, “Your cunt keeps squeezing around my dick. Cum whenever you’re ready, little girl.”
After a couple more hard thrusts, the building knot in your tummy snaps. You finally cum around his cock, your walls clenching and pulsating tightly and sporadically on his length, your legs physically shaking. Jungkook groans, holding your trembling body in his strong arms, hugging you close. “Thaaaat’s it, that’s my good girl.” He purrs, watching your figure shake, your legs pulling his hips closer and firmer.
“Daddy,” you whispered, still cumming, “I-I…” your mouth was agape, not having the energy to form coherent words. Jungkook fucks you through your orgasm, trying his best not to cum immediately. His thrusts turn sloppy and he slows down, his own high coming closer.
“Shh, shh, daddy’s got you, I got you.” He bites his lip, feeling his balls get heavier.
“Daddy, p-please let me t-taste your cum.”
“Oh my fucking god,” Jungkook almost came then and there, quickly pulling out of your drenched pussy and kneeling between your head, stroking his rock-hard cock furiously, “Fuck, Y/n, shiiiiiit,” he moans, gripping your left cheek in one hand as he strokes the fallen tears away with his thumb. “My good, pretty crybaby, gonna cum, gonna fucking cum!”
Your legs cross together as Jungkook’s cum spurts out, thick strings of his seed covers your face as your mouth opens wide, trying to catch them. Jungkook breathes heavily as he tries to aim at your tongue, but slightly fails as his body shakes from the strong orgasm. “Holy fuck,” he growls from the sight beneath him, watching you gulp down his hot cum. “Good fucking girl, fuck.”
He keeps stroking his dick until he’s completely fucked out, throwing his head back with his eyes closed. You watch him with big eyes, seeing how his adam’s apple bob up and down, his neck covered in beads of sweat. Little droplets would run down from his thick chest and to his defined abs. You whimpered, making him turn his attention back to you.
“Oh my fucking god, baby girl.” He chuckles, reaching to the nightstand to get the wet wipes. “I need to clean you,” he smirks, “even though you look hot like that.”
“Mmm, daddy,” you giggle, biting on your index finger as he cleans your face.
“Yes, baby girl?” he says, voice sweet and gentle, completely different from the tone he’s been using on you this whole time.
“Thank you.”
“What are you thanking me for, Y/n? I’m here supposed to say sorry to you, for pushing your precious, little body.” He fakes a frown, still wiping your sticky face.
“No, I-I loved it. I love playing with you like this daddy,” you giggle with a blush.
Jungkook hums, “Mhmm, I know baby girl. You like it when daddy plays with your body rough, huh? Like it when I make your body shake and tremble as you cry?”
You face turn redder, rolling your eyes playfully with a stupid grin.
“I take that as a yes.”
You groan and push his body away from you with as much strength as you can, but you clearly fail to do so. Jungkook giggles, feeling your small hands pressing firmly on his chest. He finds you so adorable. He flops on the space beside you as he quickly wraps an arm around your body, cuddling you. He tugs you closer to him, his chest resting on top of your head.
“Baby?” he questions.
“Hmm?”
“I was really surprised when you called me daddy.” Your face instantly blushes red again, covering your face with your hands as a quiet groan leaves your lifts. Jungkook smirks, “I didn’t know you were into that.”
“A-as if it didn’t turn you on.” You snicker shyly, feeling the grip he has on your waist tighten.
“Oh it did. It fucking did.”
Without a warning, Jungkook wraps his arms around you and swiftly lifts your body above him, placing you on top of him. You squeal as he makes you straddle his blanket-covered waist. He tugs your upper body down until your faces were mere inches apart.
Jungkook’s chest tightens when he sees that your eyes were still red from crying so much. He chews on his bottom lip, lifting his hands up to caress your cheeks. Your head felt so small between his large hands, and it somehow gave you a comfortable feeling – as if you were so safe in his hold. You instinctively lean into his palm, eyes fluttering at him.
“Oh, princess,” he exhales, his eyes drooping slightly as he looks at you so lovingly. “You’re so good for daddy. You’re only mine, get that?”
Nodding your head, you smile as you feel your heart beat faster. “I’m yours, only yours, daddy.”
You didn’t expect the harsh, deep growl that left Jungkook’s lips. Your eyes widen when he pushes his thumb inside your mouth, getting them wet as you automatically suck. You whimper when his other hand crawls down from your spine and down to your ass, gripping your sore cheek.
“Mmmphh—da..ddy,” you mewl, gagging a little when he pushes his thumb inside further. Jungkook prods a tongue on the inside of his cheek as he looks at you so darkly. With a devilish smirk, he slaps your butt sharply, the loud sound resonating throughout the room as your body shivers.
“D-Daddy…it hurts,” you pleaded at him with your eyes, wiggling your ass.
“I know.” He says simply. It wasn’t the reply that you wanted, causing you to groan out in frustration. “Can you take it?” he asks seriously, lifting a single brow up.
You start to sniff, a lump forming in your throat as you look away. You shake your head side to side slowly, “N-no, daddy.”
Jungkook quickly removes his thumb out of your mouth and instead pulls your head closer until your lips touch his. He wraps his arms around you, pressing your body onto him until there was no space left. You mewl as you couldn’t keep up with his dominant pace, manipulating the kiss and showing who’s in control. Your hands find their place on his hair, playing with his gorgeous locks because you knew how much he liked it.
Your cheeks heat up when you feel Jungkook smirk into the kiss. He leaves deep little moans and groans, making your stomach turn.
Jungkook was the first one to pull away before it gets more heated. He watches your face, how you were slightly out of breath and your cheeks pink.
Jungkook was so thankful that you spoke your mind, saying the truth that you couldn’t handle another round at this time. He could definitely go on for hours and hours, but he was thinking about you. He had a huge amount of stamina, and you know that. With you saying no, he knew that you really trusted him.
Jungkook lovingly strokes your hair, pushing the stray strands away from your face. “How about we take a bath, baby?”
Your eyes instantly light up, nodding furiously.
“Good.” Jungkook taps your side a couple of times and you move away from him so he can stand. “You stay there and look pretty while I run the water, yeah?”
You giggle, “Okay, daddy.”
Jungkook scoffs, shaking his head, “Don’t say that as if you want to be fucked stupid again, crybaby.”
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There’s a part two!
Oh, and a part three?
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You’re All I Want - Shinsou Hitoshi
Author: @kingexpl0sionmurder
Rating: 18+ (Smut)
Words: 5,073
Pairing: Shinsou Hitoshi/F!Reader (Aged up/Pro Hero)
Warnings: Oral (Male receiving), Oral (Female receiving), vaginal sex, pet names.
AN: Here is my entry for this month’s BNHarem NSFW collab! Special thanks to @unbreakablekiribaku for supporting me as usual and listening to me ramble on about my favorite purple boy. Title taken from a song by Cigarettes After Sex because I am soft today.
We all had the same starter for this collab, so it’s important to read that first so you understand the set up! (It’s kind of like a choose your own adventure!)
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Taking a deep breath, you stepped forward, shucking off the mask onto the ground beside you. It wasn’t like they’d be able to see your face back here, or you hoped not, and the thing was itchy.
There hadn’t been much instruction on what to do, so you decided to make yourself comfortable on the pillows and wait in the near darkness, feeling a little annoyed that they’d taken your phone, even though you understood why.
You gazed through the hole, trying to see if you could make out anything on the other side. You could hear music, the slightly muffled guitar from some classic rock playing for the party guests made you giggle a bit. Blowing some random hero while listening to 80’s hair metal through a hole in the wall was not how you had been picturing spending your Saturday night, but desperate times called for desperate measures.
Before you could dwell on that anymore, you heard a sharp knocking on the wall, the light coming from the hole in the wall suddenly cut off when someone stepped in front of it. You had a feeling this was your cue.
You shuffled over on your knees, grabbed a bottle of water, unscrewed the cap, took a sip, and tried to ignore how much your hands were shaking. You knew what you were doing. This wasn’t your first time sucking a cock. The situation was different, of course, but if you closed your eyes, you could just pretend it was someone else, right?
Letting your mind wander, you wet your lips when the man on the other side of the wall shoved his dick through the hole, starting with kitten licks and light sucks on the tip. You closed your eyes and thought about the object of most of your fantasies, pretending it was him sitting heavy on your tongue, bracing your hand on the wall in front of you as you used the other to grab the base of the man’s cock and pump him slowly.
Being a barista wasn’t the most exciting job, but your regular customers somehow made things seem less dull. One man in particular always had you vibrating with excitement the moment he walked through the door. He usually strolled in during the mid-morning, his purple hair defying gravity, his face holding the look of someone who didn’t get enough sleep. He did always manage a small smirk in your direction when you greeted him, already working on his preferred drink order before he could even open his mouth. Black coffee with a double shot of espresso and a blueberry muffin. He never strayed or asked for anything different.
He would pay for his order and then lean his hip against the counter on the far end, arms crossed over his chest as he kept his eyes trained on you. It made you feel hot all over, your mouth dry and your thighs clenching as he watched you work, his apparent interest in you making you feel exposed and raw. You had half a mind to grab him by his shirt and drag him over the counter so you could press your lips to his, the sexual tension that his gaze created nearly driving you mad.
But as always, you would walk over and slide him his drink and pastry bag, biting your lip and looking up at him from under your eyelashes, wishing him a good day. He would always give you another once over, and sometimes his fingers would brush yours as he took his breakfast, his deep voice rumbling in thanks. He would smirk at you again before turning and walking out of the shop, leaving you to melt into a puddle of sexually frustrated goo behind the counter.
You’d entertained the idea of writing your number on his cup, wondering if he would text you, imagining what he would say if you asked him out sometime. It was a shame you were too nervous about doing anything other than flirting over the counter, too scared even to attempt to hold a conversation with him. You’d have to resort to using your overactive imagination to your advantage for the task at hand.
With the music still blaring in the other room, you could just barely hear the man on the other side of the wall moaning as his cock twitched in your mouth, your tongue gliding over the vein on the underside while you hollowed your cheeks around him. Humming, you took him as deep as you could, feeling triumphant when you felt him shudder, thick ropes of cum shooting into your mouth.
You pulled off and spit into the nearby trash can, going back to lick the man clean, and then chugging on your water bottle. As quickly as he had appeared, he was gone, and the hole was empty once again. Sitting back, you sighed. That hadn’t been as bad as you thought it would be, though you figured it was probably because your mind was elsewhere. You just needed to keep this up for the rest of the night, and then you’d collect your giant wad of cash and be on your way.
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Hours passed, men came (literally) and went, and your jaw was starting to feel sore. You had no idea how much longer you had, but you’d been putting forth your best skills while thinking about the purple-haired coffee man to pass the time.
There was a knock on the wall, so you sat up from where you were slumped against it, grabbed another water bottle, wet your mouth, and got ready to go back to work. Since your eyes had adapted to the darkness of the room, you’d been trying to get a good look at the different dicks that had been shoved through the hole as the night progressed. You’d yet to be disappointed, and men at this party were giving you unrealistic expectations for real life. The one that was in front of you now, however, was probably the nicest and one of the biggest you’d seen so far.
Suddenly feeling eager to prove to yourself that you could handle the size of it, you shuffled forward on your knees and wrapped your hand around it, stroking slowly and letting your tongue poke out to lick at the bead of precum that had already gathered at the tip. The music fading from one song and into the next in the other room allowed you to hear the groan of pleasure coming from the man, your ears perking up, and legs clenching together.
His voice was deep, just like the man in every one of your fantasies. You’d made yourself cum just thinking about that voice whispering in your ear, low and thick like honey, praising you for taking his cock so well, growling and moaning about how good your pussy felt around him. You let your eyes close, humming and focusing all your efforts into giving this man the best blow job of his life, picturing purple hair and a sharp jawline, smirking lips caught between straight teeth, bulging biceps and long fingers. You wished you could feel his fingers in your hair as you took him as deep as you could, relaxing your throat and rolling your tongue around his length, practically choking around him as tears gathered in your eyes.
You swore you heard that voice again, a drawn-out curse coming from the other side of the wall as his cock twitched in your mouth and he came, and for the first time all night, you swallowed all he had to give you, too caught up in the moment to worry about spitting it in the trash.
Before you knew what was happening, he was gone, not even letting you clean him up. You fell back, gasping for air and trying to figure out what happened. Your cunt was throbbing, and your chest was heaving as you reached blindly for the water bottle beside you. Did you do something wrong? He seemed to have been enjoying himself, but it was hard to tell with the wall between you.
You didn’t have much time to dwell on it, though, because there was a knock from the door you’d entered the room from, and suddenly the girl who had led you back here was standing there, smiling at you. “Are you doing okay?”
Nodding, you stood up. “Yeah, am I done?”
She crossed her arms, leaning against the door frame. “That depends. Do you want to make a little extra?”
Eyebrows furrowed, you frowned. “What? How?”
“Someone is requesting you for some special one on one time if you’re interested. It would involve more than just a blow job, so if you’re okay with that, I can take you to the bathroom and then to the room he’s rented for you.”
Your eyes widened, mouth suddenly dry. “Someone requested me?”
Chuckling, she shot you a grin. “You impressed him. He was insistent about it being you, so you must have given him the best head of his life or something.”
Biting your lip, you deliberated. You had promised yourself not to get too involved with this world. It was supposed to be quick and easy money.
“If it helps, it was the last guy you were just with, like not even 10 minutes ago.”
The man with the deep voice and giant cock. Well, fuck.
“I...yeah. Okay.”
“Great!” She clapped her hands. “Grab your mask and follow me. I’ll take you to the bathroom so you can brush your teeth, then I’ll bring you to the private room.”
You nodded, picking up the mask and putting it back on your face, concealing your identity again. You followed her from the room and to a bathroom, a sealed toothbrush and a tube of toothpaste on the sink. You used the bathroom quickly, brushing your teeth and checking your eyeliner, before slipping the mask back down over your eyes and stepping back into the hallway.
She led you into an elevator and then down a hallway, stopping in front of a closed door before turning to you. “You’re not obligated to do anything you don’t want to do. There are condoms, and there is lube in the top drawer of the table next to the bed. If you feel unsafe or uncomfortable for any reason, there will be a guard outside the door to keep watch, and you can get their attention if you need help, just in case.”
Suddenly nervous, you nodded again.
“I know this guy, though, and he’s a good man. You don’t have anything to worry about. When you’re done, the guard will bring you back downstairs so you can collect your pay and your things, okay?” She offered you a calming smile. “Have fun!”
You didn’t say anything, offering her a weak smile in return before turning your attention to the door. Your palms were sweaty as you reached out to grasp the handle, pushing it open. Taking a deep breath, you walked inside and closed it behind you.
When your eyes met with the amethyst ones on the other side of the room, your heart stopped.
“Uh, hi.” He stepped forward, his hands in his pockets. You took in the way he bit down on his bottom lip, eyes traveling down over the black button-up shirt he was wearing, the sleeves rolled up to the elbow, the glint of the watch on his wrist in the table lamp light spilling across the hotel room.
It was him, the object of your every desire, and he was standing there looking at you nervously, his hair sticking up attractively as usual.
“Black coffee, double shot espresso, blueberry muffin.” You said dumbly, your mouth moving before your brain could process what you were saying.
“I...what? How do you know my breakfast order?” His eyebrows furrowed, confused.
Pulling off your mask, you shook out your hair and stared at him, not sure what else to say. You felt completely out of your depth, and it was taking everything in you not to throw yourself forward and kiss him.
“Holy shit.” Letting out a breath, he started moving toward you again. “It’s you.”
When he stopped moving, he was so close that you had to tilt your head back to look up at him. You couldn’t believe your luck. Remembering what the girl had told you, you shivered. When you’d heard that low voice through the wall, you’d thought of him, but to know that it actually was him was a whole different thing. “I didn’t know you were a hero.”
Your eyes slid closed when you felt him touch the side of your face and push back a piece of your hair, his fingers leaving a warm trail in their wake. “Yeah, underground, but yeah.” Clearing his throat, he continued. “I didn’t know you did-”
“I don’t!” Your eyes flew open in alarm. “I mean, not usually. Just needed some extra money to get caught up on student loans…” You felt your cheeks flush with embarrassment, your gaze falling to the floor. “This is my first time doing something like this.”
“Me too.” His fingers on your chin lifted your face to look back up at him. “I didn’t want it to be like this...I wanted to ask you out properly.”
Gazing up at him in disbelief, you stuttered. “I...you did?”
It was his turn to blush. “Yeah, I was just trying to figure out what to say.” His hand dropped to curl around your hip. “But now we’re here…”
Feeling bold, knowing he wanted you just as much as you wanted him, you let your hands rest on his chest, the feeling of solid muscle beneath it, causing you to shiver. “Yeah, we are. So what do we do now?”
“I can think of a few things.” The smirk that made your knees weak was back on his face. “Like this, maybe.”
Your breath caught when he leaned forward, your eyes closing when his lips met yours. It was a hesitant press at first, sweet and soft, making your heartbeat quicken with anticipation. Breathing deeply through your nose, you let your fingers tangle in his lavender locks, pushing yourself closer and kissing him harder. You’d wanted this for so long, and you weren’t going to let this moment go to waste.
He hummed lowly, both hands on your waist holding you close to him, his tongue slipping out to trace along your lips. You parted them, allowing him entrance and shivering when he licked into your mouth. Sighing, you arched into him, feeling his palms slide down to grab your ass.
Pulling back, the both of you panted, your eyes sliding open to gaze up at him. Swallowing thickly, you licked your lips. “This is all happening so fast.” You said slowly. “I don’t even know your name.”
Smirking, he bent slightly, his hands slipping behind your thighs and lifting you quickly. “It’s Shinsou.” He turned and walked towards the bed, dropping you unceremoniously onto the mattress. “And yours is Y/N, right? I remember it from your nametag.”
You nodded, half distracted watching him pull your skirt down your legs, his fingers toying with the waistband of your panties. Sitting up, you began unbuttoning his shirt, sighing when you felt his lips on your neck.
“I know this is sudden, but you don’t know how long I’ve wanted this.” He mumbled against your skin. “And knowing that you were the one who sucked my cock through that wall makes me regret not doing something sooner.”
“I was pretending it was you.” Finishing with the buttons, you untucked the shirt from his pants and worked on pulling it down his arms. “I heard you moan, and I thought it sounded like you, and I just let my mind wander a little…”
Chuckling, he pulled back, shrugging his shirt off and lifting his undershirt over his head. Your hands went to his chest immediately, tracing lines over the hard muscles and up over his shoulders.
“Do you think about me often?”
Blushing, you sat back, pulling your top over your head. “More often than I’d like to admit.”
He reached behind you, his fingers fumbling with the clasp of your bra. “It sounds like we’ve been wasting too much time. We could have been doing this a long time ago.” He tossed the offending garment somewhere behind him, looming over you when you laid back. “Guess I should make up for it now, huh?”
Before you could answer, he was kissing you again, one hand wandering down your side, his other arm bent and keeping him from crushing you under his weight. His mouth moved to kiss along your jaw and down your neck, your chest heaving as he nibbled on your clavicle, his warm tongue laving at your skin.
Your breath hitched as he moved lower, trailing kisses over your breast, his mouth latching around your nipple and sucking at it, teeth scraping over the hardening bud. “Shinsou…” You trailed off, breathless and panting, your eyes fluttering shut as your hands found his hair, digits curling into his purple locks and nails scratching at his scalp.
He must have enjoyed the feeling, a low moan rumbling from his chest as he switched to your other breast, giving it the same attention. His fingers dug into your hip, keeping you still as you attempted to wiggle in his hold, needing some kind of friction for the throbbing between your thighs.
“Impatient, are we?” He asked lowly, kissing down your stomach and sliding down the bed some more. “Don’t worry, kitten. I’m going to take care of you.”
You whimpered at the nickname, closing your eyes when you felt his fingers slide under the elastic around your waist, tugging your panties down your legs. Warm breath ghosted over your inner thighs when he spread your legs to rest between them, his thumbs drawing comforting circles across your flesh.
“You gave me the best blow job of my life. It only seems fair for me to return the favor.” His thumbs moved to spread you open, his tongue sliding along your slit without warning.
Your hips left the bed, your head rolling as your back arched, your body unprepared. “Shinsou! Fuck!” His hands held you down as he descended on you, tongue laving greedily at your cunt, slurping up your juices and sucking on your clit with abandon.
“God, you were so wet already, how turned on were you? You must have been thinking about me pretty hard down there in that little room.” A kiss was pressed to your thigh as he caught his breath. “Why don’t you tell me what you were imagining, hmm?”
Opening your mouth to reply, all you could manage was a low moan when he dove back in, his tongue circling your entrance before traveling back up to your clit again.
“Answer me, kitten.”
Sucking in a breath, the vibrations from his voice shooting straight through you, making it hard to think, you tried to answer again. “Thought about you bending me over the counter in the coffee shop…”
He hummed, and your eyes rolled back, body tensing when he let one of his hands move down lower, one finger sliding inside you. “I’ve thought about that too.”
“Shinsou, please. I want you to fuck me.” You felt pathetic, practically begging him, months of pent up longing for the man between your thighs finally spilling forth as he sucked on your clit and stretched you with a second finger. “I want you to fill me up.”
Groaning, you felt his teeth graze against you, his fingers curling, the squelching sound filling the room a testament to how wet you were as he pressed against your g spot, adding another digit. “Fuck, you want it that badly?”
You shivered, your legs aching, and your toes curling. You couldn’t even form a sentence if you wanted to, the coil in your belly tightening with every caress of his tongue along your pussy. The feeling of his long, calloused fingers stroking along your inner walls and the vibrations of his moans when you tensed around them made it hard to focus. You barely registered his hips moving against the bed in time with the thrust of his fingers, obviously just as into it as you were.
“Come for me, kitten, and I’ll give you what you want.” He moaned, the tip of his tongue flicking quickly over your clit again.
The tone of his voice, rough and full of lust, was enough to push you over the edge. You came with a cry, head thrown back against the pillows, vision whiting out at the intensity of your orgasm.
Shinsou groaned as he coaxed you through your release, pulling back only when he felt you go boneless beneath him. You gazed at him through half-lidded eyes, trying to pull air into your lungs, watching as he sat back and wiped his mouth on his arm. “You okay, kitten?”
You managed to nod, watching as he shuffled off the bed and over to the table beside it, opening the top drawer and pulling a condom out. Sitting up on your elbows, you licked your lips, anticipating what was about to happen. Everything was moving quickly, but you’d been dreaming about sharing these intimate moments with him for so long that you couldn’t be bothered with worrying about what would happen tomorrow.
He made quick work of his belt, his pants falling around his narrow waist as he unbuttoned them, revealing purple boxers that matched his hair. He caught you watching, raising his eyebrow as he toyed with the elastic band on his boxer briefs. “See something you like?”
Teasing him, you grinned. “I told you, I've been thinking about this for a while.” You couldn’t help ogling him. You would have never guessed his body would look this way beneath the oversized t-shirts he usually wore when he came into your job every morning.
He laughed at your blatant staring, biting his lip. “You did mention that.” He shook his hips to tease you as he pulled down his pants and boxers, making you giggle. You liked how he could make you feel comfortable, and insanely turned on at the same time.
Crawling up the bed, he settled in between your legs on his knees, his large hand moving to stroke his cock. He picked up the condom, ripped the foil packet, and rolled it onto his length. He gripped your thighs, leaning forward to press his forehead against yours. “You ready?”
Tilting your chin up, you kissed him, your fingers tangling in his hair. You could taste yourself on his lips, feel his heart beating when you let your other hand rest against his chest. You were more than ready to let this man wreck you. “I’m ready.”
He dropped his head to your shoulder as he positioned himself and pushed his hips forward, groaning as he entered you. The stretch was just on the edge of painful, and you tried to stifle your cry as you tucked your face into the space between his neck and shoulder, your nails digging into the skin of his back as you arched up off the mattress.
“Fuck…”He breathed, pulling out and pushing back in further. “You’re so tight.”
Uncurling to lay back against the pillows, your hands moved to wrap around his biceps, his arms caging you in on either side as he moved in and out of you slowly, giving you time to adjust to his size. You weren’t sure you’d ever been with someone as big as he was, and as the burning sensation of the stretch slowly turned to pleasure, you felt like you’d been missing out.
He finally paused when he was fully seated inside you, his lips pressing against the skin of your shoulder, and then up your neck and jaw until he was able to look into your eyes. You briefly thought about how bizarre the entire situation was, how you’d been pining after this guy you were too afraid to speak to, and now he was balls deep inside you in a lavish hotel room where he was paying to fuck you. At least he had confessed he was actually interested in you outside of all of this, so maybe that meant you had a shot at something with him.
You didn’t really want to think about the money portion of it all because that was too much to unpack at that very moment, deciding instead to focus on how he was looking at you reverently, and he was not moving. “Shinsou, you gotta move, please. I’m-”
Lips curling up into a smirk, he kissed you. “I’ve got you, kitten, don’t worry.” His arm moved from your side, his hand curling around your thigh and lifted your leg slightly, and then he was pulling back and slamming his hips forward.
Your hips rose off the bed to meet him, pleasure coursing through you as he started a brutal pace, each thrust making your toes curl and your eyes roll back. You managed to wrap your legs around his waist, urging him closer as he leaned over and grabbed the ornate headboard of the bed above you, using it for leverage as he rammed his cock into you over and over again.
“God, fuck, you don’t know how long I’ve wanted to-” He broke off, grunting when you clenched around him. “You’re so wet for me, kitten. I could fuck you like this all night. Would you like that?”
At that moment, it sounded like the single greatest idea you’d ever heard. “Shinsou, don’t stop!”
Growling, he picked up the pace, letting go of the headboard to grab your legs, folding them between your bodies. The angle let him slide in deeper, the tip of his cock kissing your cervix. You felt so full, the scent of his cologne surrounding you, the sound of his low moans and panting breaths echoing through the room. You keened, your fingers white-knuckling the sheets beside you, concentrating on the building pressure in your lower belly.
Every muscle in your legs was screaming, pleading gibberish spilling from your lips as you begged him to keep going, climbing higher and higher as he fucked you into the mattress. He sat back on his knees, positioning your legs over his shoulders and leaning forward again, kissing you to quiet your babbling. You couldn’t get enough of the taste, your fingers weaving through his drooping hair, delirious and consumed by him at that moment. He trailed his lips down to your chest, mouth closing around your nipple and sucking hard, scraping it with his teeth and soothing with his tongue. You barely registered his hand moving, his deft fingers finding your clit in between your sweat-slicked bodies, rubbing harsh circles over it. “Come on, kitten. I want to feel you come apart around me.”
Warm breath over your sensitive chest had you mewling, your back arching, your body pulled taught and finally snapping, cries of his name repeated like a prayer as you fell over the edge, drowning in ecstasy.
The moan that left him was just short of animalistic as he moved back, hips slamming against yours again and again as he chased his high, your pussy fluttering around him, gripping him and sucking him back in every time he drew back. “So fucking good for me, kitten.”
His rhythm became uneven, his grip on you loosening, hips slowing as he came. You watched the way his brow creased, his abs tightening as he unloaded into the condom. You found yourself half wishing he was cumming inside you, so fucked out that rational thought was off the table. He ground against you one last time until he was slumping forward, your legs falling off his shoulders and to the side.
You hummed, petting his hair back from his forehead. You felt him smile against your skin, his nose brushing your cheek as he tried to catch his breath.
“You okay?”
“Yeah,” You cleared your throat, your voice raw. “I’m good. Really good.”
Chuckling, he kissed your cheek, huffing as he lifted himself off of you. He pulled off the condom and tied it before shuffling off the bed and pulling on his boxers, wandering off in the direction of what you assumed was the bathroom.
You took that moment to assess how weak your legs felt, cursing your choice of footwear, and wondering how you were going to walk. Shinsou appeared again a moment later, a wet washcloth in his hand. You let him clean you up, blushing but appreciating his kindness.
When he was satisfied, you took a deep breath and sat up, moving slowly as you stood up on shaky legs, gathering your clothes and redressing yourself. You suddenly felt awkward, not sure what to say or do. Did he want to see you again?
“Do you have work tomorrow?” He asked, breaking the awkward silence.
Blinking up at him, you shook your head. “I’m off on the weekends. I’ll be in on Monday morning.”
Scratching the back of his neck nervously, he nodded. “I...good. Okay. I’ll see you then, right?”
“Unless you’re going to go somewhere else for your coffee, then yes, you’ll see me.” You frowned. “Did you not want to-”
“No! Oh god, I’m making a mess of things, aren’t I? I just mean I was worried you wouldn’t want me to come-” He groaned. “I feel like I’m making this more awkward than it needs to be.”
“You said it, not me.” You teased. “I’ll see you Monday, and we can talk then, okay?”
“I’d ask for your number, but neither of us has our phone.” He stepped forward, tipping your chin so you could gaze up at him. His lips pressing against yours sent a shiver down your spine again. “I’ll see you Monday.”
You barely remembered leaving the room or following the guard down to where your things were locked up, or the amount of the check you received before you left.
All that was on your mind were sleepy amethyst eyes and lips curled into a knowing smirk, soft smiles, and urgent kisses, the way his voice sounded when he called you kitten.
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pairing(s): jungkook x reader, ft. yoongi
summary: Min Yoongi lived a simple life, alone in his apartment with his dog, Holly. Then he (and his dick) noticed his next-door neighbor. And her boyfriend. But nothing was going to come out of that. They weren’t trying to seduce him... right?
warnings: rated M (18+) for language; established relationship (jk/you); pining/slow burn; overheard smut; smut (fem reader, threesome, m and f-receiving oral); lil fluff; starts off with Yoongi’s POV, then changes to yours when it gets... fun. ;)
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Min Yoongi had a problem. A problem most men probably had, but not a problem he was used to. He wasn’t a thirsty kind of guy. For most of his life, he really didn’t care about sexual shit. He had fallen in love, sure, but that was the gradual feeling, the kind that grew slowly but surely, and ultimately burned out when the girls would basically tell him he was boring as fuck. Which he knew he wasn’t. He was just… really garbage at being romantic.
Of course, he was older now, so he had some idea of romance and showing affection, not for his sake but for the sake of loving someone. Even if he was bad at it, the whole point was to try. To be honest, he hadn’t actually put that theory into practice yet, but that was what he had concluded after his last break-up. But now he had a problem.
It was not fucking fair how fucking hot his next-door neighbor was.
It just wasn’t. To whatever higher power was up there, what the actual fuck? Why do this to him, Min Yoongi, of all people? He was a kind boy. A good soul. He didn’t need to step out of his apartment to walk his dog Holly to see his next-door neighbor in a sports bra and leggings wiping her brow with a towel after her morning run. A little sweaty, cheeks flushed, skin glistening. Holy fuck. To top off that banging body, she looked up at him and gave him a confident smile and a polite nod before going into her apartment. Not even embarrassed.
Fuck. Now he had to walk his dog with a hard-on. Great.
To make it even worse, he was pretty sure she was taken. A guy would come around and they would leave together, probably to go on dates. Usually he was in sweats and a bucket hat but this time Yoongi saw him in slacks and a dress shirt.
And, oh, holy hell.
Of course, the guy was fucking handsome as fuck. Nice broad shoulders and muscular arms. Cute face with a mischievous smile and nose scrunch when he laughed. A sweet, tiny mole underneath his lower lip and another on his cheek. Neat black hair swept to one side, begging to have hands running through those strands. Round, brown doe eyes. Thighs could probably crush him and Yoongi would be happy about it. And then she came out of her apartment in her tight black dress and heels, sliding into the guy’s arms so easily and giving him a kiss. The dress showed off her nice round ass and juicy, squeezable thighs.
It was all fucking terrible for Yoongi.
“Ooh, you’re looking pretty for me today, love.”
“Wow, Jungkook, contain yourself for one second so we can at least eat first.”
“I’m ready to eat something, that’s for sure.”
He was not creeping; he was collecting a package outside his door. That was it. He was not the least bit interested in what was going on next to him.
Holly raced out of his apartment, his tiny fluffy brown butt bouncing as he rushed to the people, barking excitedly. Yoongi nearly dropped his package in surprise, shoving it under his arm and rushing over.
“Holly, no! I’m so sorry–”
The guy, Jungkook, laughed as he crouched down, barking back at Holly playfully.
“Aren’t you cute? What’s your name, little one?”
His next-door neighbor smiled at him. Yoongi was ready to crawl into a hole in embarrassment. Not only was he looking frumpy as fuck in a stained white t-shirt and black sweats, but he was also struggling to wrangle Holly with a large box under his arm. To top it off, Jungkook was not making it any easier by chasing Holly around. Yoongi’s black hair was messy and unbrushed, long enough to almost cover his eyes. He was basically a hobo compared to these two.
“I’m sorry for interrupting, he’s a bit–”
“It’s okay.”
He froze up. Oh no, oh no, oh no.
“What’s your dog’s name?”
He swallowed. “H-Holly.” Oh shit. He accidentally looked at her chest. Why did she have such pretty collarbones? She seemed not to notice. Instead she looked over to Jungkook who was wrestling with Holly on the floor and rubbing his belly.
“He’s really cute,” she said with a smile. “You don’t mind if Jungkook plays with him a little, do you?”
“N-no,” Yoongi mumbled, biting his lip. She had plump, shapely lips stained red.
She held her hand out. “I only moved in last month.” He placed her hand in hers. She had a nice, firm handshake. She was telling him her name and he was imagining her hand wrapped around his cock. He needed to get a grip.
“Min Yoongi,” he said robotically. What are social skills? Yoongi didn’t remember any of them at the moment.
“That’s Jeon Jungkook,” she was saying, pointing to the young man on the floor. Holly was licking his hands excitedly. Yoongi noticed a small heart tattooed onto Jungkook’s right hand. Fuck. He had nice hands too. His cock was waking up. Oh fuck.
“Come on, Holly, we have to go now.”
“Aww,” Jungkook whined. Why the fuck was this guy so fucking cute? Please have mercy. Jungkook waved to Holly with a smile. “See you later, Holly!”
Yoongi bowed awkwardly and scurried back into his apartment, Holly bounding in behind him as he shut the door. He barely even squeaked out a goodbye. He didn’t have a chance because – yup, now he had a giant boner.
Holly wagged his tail and barked up at Yoongi, who sighed and shook his head.
-
His brother asked to take Holly for a while. It was fine with Yoongi; his older brother was going camping with his wife and Holly loved being outdoors. Actually, he invited Yoongi, but Yoongi knew he wasn’t an outdoorsy kind of guy and suggested Holly to go instead. Holly loved Yoongi’s brother – maybe even more than Yoongi himself, the traitor. To be honest, if his brother decided to have kids soon, Yoongi had always said it would be a good idea for Holly to grow up with them. Dogs were an essential part of childhood, after all.
That’s why Yoongi was sitting alone in his apartment, reading, with no dog noises around him to distract him. It was nice, quiet, and serene.
Or it would be, if it wasn’t for his next-door neighbor literally fucking up a storm.
Instead, Yoongi was seething at the shared wall next to him as he was very clearly hearing someone getting banged. Which was fine, because people were allowed to do what they wanted. Yoongi didn’t care. Except he did kind of care, because he was absolutely sure it was Jungkook fucking the daylights out of his hot-as-fuck next door neighbor. It was also upsetting because his dick was suddenly awake and saying hello as if he had been called to attention.
But, nope, it was just Yoongi sitting alone glaring at the wall that separated him and giving the two of them a piece of his mind.
Or his meat.
He frowned and made a face. He didn’t have thoughts like that. No, not him, Min Yoongi. He was pure, he definitely did not have any naughty thoughts, nope, not a single o–
A particularly lustful moan of Jungkook’s name cut though his thoughts.
Was he sitting at the chair closest to the wall? Maybe. Well, he was. Could he just move to his kitchen and not hear anything? Yes. Was he going to move?
No.
What number was this anyway? Did Jungkook have the stamina of a horse or something? Not that Yoongi cared, mind you. He certainly did not. It was interesting to think about, that’s all. And then he heard something he thought he would never, ever hear.
“Oh, fuck, Yoooongi!”
Um, what? Did he hear that correctly? Yoongi sat up, raising an eyebrow at the wall. It must have been his imagination, surely, because the sound of skin on skin was not stopping. There was no way she had said the wrong name by accident, right? And Jungkook wouldn’t just let her blurt some other guy’s name out for no reason, right?
He glared at the wall suspiciously, as if it could answer.
Eventually the sounds died down, which was a relief. Hours went by and all Yoongi could think about was her saying his name. There was no way she accidentally said his name while getting fucked by Jungkook. Making that kind of mistake was unforgivable. He ended up ordering take out because to be honest he couldn’t really concentrate on cooking. Yoongi frowned as his doorbell pinged, walking to the door automatically. He must have manifested his thoughts or something like that. He placed his hand on the knob and opened it. It was his imagination, surely–
“Hey, did you order delivery? The person accidentally dropped it off at our door.”
Yoongi almost fell over.
His next-door neighbor blinked at him as he struggled to find his words. She was wearing a big baggy white t-shirt that clung to her body. No pants. The bag was in front of her chest. He could barely see the light pink of her panties.
“Ah, it wasn’t the other door. Is it his?”
Jungkook bounded over, black hair messy, his doe-like eyes wide with curiosity. Grey t-shirt, gray sweatpants. Tattoos going up his right arm. Yoongi nearly had a heart attack seeing his muscular arms.
“Uh, ah–yes, it’s mine, sorry–”
She smiled and held it out to him.
“Here you go.”
His eyes almost bulged out of his head – she wasn’t wearing a bra, holy shit – and he nearly dropped the bag if it wasn’t for Jungkook’s quick reflexes placing his hand at the bottom of the bag.
“Whoa, careful there.”
Thankfully his arm was now blocking her tits so Yoongi snatched the bag and bowed profusely, mumbling apologies.
“Sorry to trouble you.”
“It’s no problem,” she said brightly. “Enjoy your meal.”
She waved and Yoongi finally looked up, seeing her body turned away from him. Oh, whew. Then he looked up to their faces.
And found both of them smirking at him before they went back into her apartment.
-
“They’re fucking with me, Hoseok!”
“Calm down, hyung. I think you’re thinking about it too much.”
That’s what his best friend Jung Hoseok told him over dinner. Yoongi was having none of it.
“How can I be over-thinking it when they’re smirking at me at my front door?”
Hoseok winced. “I don’t know, maybe you imagined it. Why would your next-door neighbor and her boyfriend do something like that?”
“I don’t know, it’s not bad, it’s just–”
“Wait, you like it?”
“… I didn’t–”
Hoseok had burst out laughing like a lunatic.
The laughter rang in Yoongi’s ears as he stood at his front door, silently fuming. He shouldn’t have told Hoseok. But who was he supposed to tell? He wasn’t that close with many of his friends, after all. And Hoseok didn’t end up being mean about it in the end. Yoongi rubbed his forehead, shoving his hair under his black cap. Ah, it was probably just an empty hope after all. He was over-thinking it. Only an absolute loon would think that his next-door neighbor and her boyfriend wanted to have a threesome with him.
“Yoongi?”
He jumped, jerking away from his door suddenly. She stared at him, lip quivering, a worried look on her face. Cropped pink sweatshirt and leggings. Whew, at least she was clothed.
“Sorry, sorry! I didn’t mean to scare you. Is this a bad time?”
“I wasn’t scared,” he said automatically. “Only surprised.” He took a deep breath. “I’m sorry, what was it?”
“Oh, I just…” She rubbed the back of her head sheepishly, fluffing her hair. Fuck. Stop being cute. “I don’t mean to pry, but I haven’t seen you walk Holly lately. I was wondering if he was okay?”
Oh. Right. His dog. “Ah, Holly is with my brother right now. He’s fine. We sort of have shared custody of him since we all grew up together,” Yoongi added with an awkward smile. Ack. Social skills, what even are they?
“Oh, that’s a relief!” She placed a hand on her chest and smiled. “I’m sorry if I was being too nosy.”
He waved a hand. “It’s okay. I’m surprised you noticed.”
“Who wouldn’t notice? You always looked so happy walking him.” He was pretty sure his heart was going to burst if she kept smiling at him like that. “You’re so cute when you smile.”
“Ah…” Hang on, what? His cheeks began to warm.
“You must love dogs.”
Right. His dog. He chuckled. “I don’t usually, but somehow Holly made his way into my heart.”
She looked rueful. “I’m jealous of him.”
What?
“It must be difficult to win your heart.”
Was she… flirting with him?
She smiled innocently at him but those eyes were giving him a different story. The mischievous sparkle made his response die in his throat. He stared at her for a good minute.
“What… about Jungkook?”
“What about me?”
Yoongi felt his entire body freeze. He was caught. Shit, shit, shit.
Jungkook brushed past him ever-so-slightly, hand lingering on Yoongi’s jacket-covered arm before he hugged her tightly, kissing her forehead. She smiled up at him. Jungkook grinned at her and turned back to Yoongi with a bright bunny-like smile.
“Hey.”
Yoongi looked away quickly, realizing he was observing much too closely. “Er, hello.”
“Hey, Yoongi.”
He swallowed and looked up, raising his eyebrows. “Yes?”
Her lips curved into a sly smile.
“If you’re ever feeling up to it, we would love you to come over sometime.”
Jungkook grinned. “Any time!”
Oh, fuck. Jungkook’s hands were on her waist, sliding down slowly. Tongue in his teeth as she leaned against his chest with that foxy smile. Yoongi opened his mouth, but the only sound he made was an awkward croak. He coughed and looked away.
“I’ll… keep that in mind.”
Yoongi hastily fumbled with the door lock and ran into his apartment, praying that neither of them could see his blushing face and his massive hard-on.
-
“They said you could come over any time. You are not crazy. You are just being nice.”
Yoongi stood in front of his next door-neighbor’s door like a zombie, clutching one bottle of red wine and a bottle of whiskey for dear life. He had contemplated his outfit three times before deciding that a long-sleeved white shirt, black jeans, and ripped gray denim jacket was not trying too hard. But just to be sure, he wore his nicer black boxer briefs and not the ones with holes in them.
Just…
In case.
“They don’t want to fuck you. They’re being nice.”
The door suddenly opened.
Yoongi’s eyes went wide. He sputtered. “A-ah!”
Oh my god.
Was it even possible for a woman to be this pretty? Decked in a floaty, red dress with a delicate bow around her neck and fluffy white slippers, his next-door neighbor seemed surprised to see him. The fabric floated down and clung to her curves, dipping inward in between her legs. Her eyebrows raised in surprise and her plump lips curved into a small ‘o’.
“Yoongi! I wasn’t expecting you for another ten minutes! Jungkook told me he just arrived.”
“I’m here, darling.”
Jungkook’s deep voice purred behind Yoongi. The older man nearly jumped and turned to see Jungkook right behind him – how long had he been there? Black t-shirt, black jeans, chunky black sneakers. Jungkook’s lips curved into a mischievous smile and he leaned over Yoongi, his chest brushing against Yoongi’s shoulder. Yoongi felt his heartbeat skyrocket at the sudden closeness until he realized Jungkook was kissing his girlfriend on the forehead, patting her head gently.
“Fancy for a just watching a movie,” Jungkook teased. She stuck her tongue out at him.
“I just bought this dress! I can wear whatever I want.”
“Yes, you can, and you look cute in it too.”
Yoongi would have been paying attention except he suddenly felt Jungkook’s hand against his back, sliding slightly downwards. He froze, breath caught in his throat. It wasn’t that he was starved for intimacy or anything. Okay, maybe he was a little bit, but, shit, what was he supposed to do with two very obviously hot as fuck people were seducing him? Ignore it?
No, he most certainly was not.
Yoongi stumbled, nerves rattling him. He felt strong arms hold him straight.
“Oh, sorry, did you trip?” Jungkook asked, worry laced in his voice.
“Ack, where are my manners? Come in, come in.”
He felt Jungkook push him lightly. Yoongi swallowed and stepped inside the apartment, still clutching the two bottles of alcohol for dear life. He was afraid that if he let go, he wouldn’t be able to stop himself from… uh. Things. Breathe deep, Min Yoongi. You are not fifteen.
“These… are for you.”
He held out the two bottles to her. She tilted her head as she read the labels, taking them from him. It took all of Yoongi’s power not to grab her tits.
“Oh, thank you! Look, Jungkook, he bought red wine, your favorite!”
Jungkook bounded past him excitedly and took the bottle from her. “Ah, yesss! All for me!”
Yoongi blinked. “You don’t drink?”
She tapped the whiskey bottle. “I do. Just not wine.”
-
Watching a movie? Yeah, right.
How was Yoongi supposed to watch anything at all? One look at Jungkook in his loose black t-shirt and, fuck, he was reminded the guy’s entire right arm was tattooed. Holy shit. And her? Wrapped so nicely in floaty red fabric with that bow around her neck. It meant the dress had a deep neckline and he could see the curve of her cleavage, the plushness of her breasts.
Fuck this movie. Yoongi literally had no idea what was on the screen at this point.
She leaned against Jungkook as he sipped his wine. Every so often, she poured herself a shot of whiskey and drank it. Like… what? Granted, it wasn’t very much, but he had never seen a woman just… do that. She would smile and settle back onto the couch, into the curve of Jungkook’s arm. His tattooed arm. Jungkook would then drape it around her again, fingertips almost touching her breast. All this, happening within ten inches of Yoongi, who was sitting on her right side.
He didn’t know what number he was on now. Yoongi wasn’t a lightweight but he couldn’t calm his nerves either. Nerves or growing lust?
Both.
Yoongi looked away and stared at the screen. He didn’t know what he was looking at. All he could think about was faceplanting into those tits and Jungkook’s hands all over him. Or her sitting on his face as Jungkook sucked him off. Or, her sitting on Jungkook’s face and him sucking Jungkook off–
“Yoongi.”
He nearly flung his glass in surprise but she reached over and took it from him. Her breasts brushed against his arm and Yoongi stiffened, trying to keep his face neutral.
“I think you need to slow down. Are you okay?” she said worriedly, placing the whiskey glass on the coffee table.
“No.” He shook his head quickly and cleared his throat. “I mean, yes. Yes, I’m fine.”
Jungkook and her stared at him.
Yoongi raised a hand and took a deep breath. “Er… I am getting this feeling,” he said awkwardly.
She tilted her head. “Hm?”
“It’s nothing.”
Jungkook shook his head. “No, no. If you’re not comfortable, then we understand. You should go home if you’re not feeling well.”
No, that’s not really what I want. I want to fuck, damnnit!
“Ah…” Yoongi swallowed at the sudden attention placed on him. “It’s not that.” He was a straightforward person. He didn’t know how to make it sound metaphorical or pretty. “You two have a very strong… presence.”
She frowned slightly. “Is that bad for you?”
“N-no. It’s, er… attractive.”
Oh shit. He said it.
“Ah, I meant–” Yoongi coughed, looking away quickly. “The other day… I thought I heard my name… But it must have been a mistake, right?” He laughed awkwardly. “Sorry, I shouldn’t say such–”
A softness pressed against him. Yoongi wasn’t wearing his jacket, only his long-sleeved white shirt. He froze. The softness slid up his arm. He could feel the weight of her body against him. His brain was turning into mush. Oh god, oh god, oh god…
“You heard me?” The words purred against his neck, hot and heavy.
He couldn’t turn around. He couldn’t. Yoongi tried to collect his words, fumbling through them.
“N-not on purpose…”
“You want me to say your name again? So you can hear it in person?”
The weight lifted. Slowly, Yoongi turned his head. His eyes trailed up her legs, to the floaty red fabric, to her waist, then up her chest to her face. She smiled slyly at him. Strong hands, one tattooed, one not, slid up her sides, grasping the bottom ties that held the bow together. Jungkook’s mischievous face popped up from behind her head. Yoongi just stared at them, eyes wide, mouth slightly open like a surprised kitten.
The bow teased apart, slowly. Jungkook’s hands slid inside the fabric, pushing it away. Yoongi’s breath caught in his throat. Jungkook cupped her breasts gently, rubbing his palms over them. She was wearing heart shaped pasties to cover her nipples. Yoongi was aware that he could run right now. He could have just stood up and walked out and that weirdness would have been over. Except, well…
His hand lifted. Yoongi hesitated for a moment, looking into her eyes.
She smirked and wrapped her fingers around his. His heart thumped loudly in his ribcage as she led him to her chest.
“You can take it off, if you want,” she said gently.
Yoongi swallowed as his fingertips touched her breast. Oh, so soft. He hooked a nail underneath the sticky material and pulled lightly. Nothing. She chuckled and shook her head.
“Little harder, Yoongi.”
His name was a soft purr. Yoongi bit his lower lip and yanked a little harder. It came off in his hand. He blinked rapidly in surprise, hoping he didn’t hurt her. His second thought was…
Holy shit, her nipple.
It was prominent, sticking straight out at him. It would have been visible through the fabric of the dress due to its size. Thinking about that was arousing him. Yoongi felt as if his whole face was heating up. He vaguely registered Jungkook peeling off the second one and dropping it on the coffee table. Now there were two – great math there, Yoongi, he scolded himself – and he sat like a statue, unable to comprehend that this was real.
Jungkook pushed her breasts together, trapping her nipples between his index and middle finger. He rolled them slowly. Yoongi watched in fascination as her eyes slid closed and her head tipped back, a breathy moan dripping from her lips. Jungkook squeezed and kneaded her breasts, nose buried in her neck as he inhaled deeply, murmuring her name. Her eyelids fluttered.
“A-ah… Yoongi…”
There was no wall blocking his view now. It was real.
Yoongi sat up a little straighter, leaning forward. He was still too afraid to touch.
“Y-yes?”
Her hand came up and stroked his cheek softly. He leaned into her touch, hungry. Her thumb pressed against his lips.
“Wanna kiss you.”
He cursed his bad habit of chewing on his lips, but leaned forward delicately. His eyes flickered to Jungkook, who was watching him with amusement. He wanted to ask. Are you sure? Jungkook seemed to understand and he nodded, smile turning gentler at Yoongi’s nervousness.
His eyes found hers again. Her lips parted. She led him to her face, closing her eyes slowly as her lips touched his. So soft, so gentle. It wasn’t the kiss he expected from his daydreams. It was warm and calm, soothing his nerves. His hands came up to cup her cheeks as the kiss deepened, tongue dancing against tongue. Everything just felt so soft. So lovely.
He felt Jungkook take his hands and slide them down. Yoongi gasped into her mouth as his palms touched her nipples. She moaned at his touch, nipping at his lower lip as he squeezed them, rolling her nipples with his thumb. They were just the right measure of hardness and softness. Her hands found his jeans and she pulled him closer by the waist, his body against hers.
“Yoongi-ssi…”
It wasn’t her voice. It was Jungkook’s, leaning forward and pushing up his shirt, running his hands over his skin. Yoongi gasped, suddenly feeling embarrassed. It was so obvious that Jungkook was more muscular and stronger than he was. But she held him close, kissing his jaw and neck. Jungkook’s face came into view, small smile dancing on his lips.
“I can call you that, right? Even though you’re my hyung?”
At this point, Yoongi didn’t even remember what honorifics were. “Whatever you want,” he muttered breathlessly. Jungkook chuckled and leaned forward, placing his lips on his. Oh, yes. More passionate, intense. Yoongi felt himself moan into Jungkook’s mouth and the younger man sucked on his tongue, hands along his back, pressing him into her.
It took a moment to untangle slightly. Breathing hard, Yoongi found himself looking into two pairs of lustful eyes.
“What do you want to do, Yoongi?”
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Seducing Min Yoongi hadn’t been easy. There had been moments where you wondered if you had gone too far, or if Jungkook had teased him a little too much. It had been a long, carefully laid out plan. In fact, Jungkook almost gave up in the middle at one point and tried to convince you that he should hump him to get the message across. It had been a little difficult. But it was all worth it.
Because now you two managed to get Yoongi in the bedroom, flat on his back, your pussy in his face and Jungkook’s mouth on his cock. And oh, fuck, his fucking tongue. It had taken some more fondling and kisses to make Yoongi say it.
“Could I… eat you out while Jungkook sucks me off? Is that too much or–”
You grinded your hips into Yoongi’s face, sucking in a breath as Jungkook’s head bobbed up and down on Yoongi’s cock. Jungkook naked was already enough to make you wet. His muscular back, that ass, his tattooed arm, and his forearms flexing as he held Yoongi’s hips down. Could he suck dick as well as you? No, but he had a pretty good idea considering you were excellent at it. Watching Yoongi’s cock slide in and out of his mouth was a delicious sight. Yoongi’s tongue lapping at your clit had you dripping into his mouth. Somehow, he had just the right amount of pressure and roughness as he stroked you to climax, nails digging into your thighs.
You moaned in satisfaction, panting Yoongi’s name. Jungkook’s brown eyes flickered up to you and he made a muffled noise as he witnessed you playing with your nipples, squeezing and pulling on them lightly. You saw his hips jerk, humping the bed. You grinned. Teasing Jungkook was fun.
Yoongi tapped your leg and you got up, concerned. But he was clutching the sheets, gasping, head thrown back as he groaned, shoving his crotch into Jungkook’s face. Jungkook’s eyes widened and he gripped Yoongi’s hips, swallowing nosily as Yoongi’s entire body shuddered.
“F-fuck!”
You smiled as Jungkook sucked him dry, slowly rubbing his tongue around Yoongi’s cock as he cleaned him up. Yoongi did not seem like he was expecting this at all and moaned loudly, probably a little too loud. Jungkook dipping his head slowly, down, down, until the sensitive head hit the back of his throat. Yoongi’s face scrunched up, slipping into a moan as Jungkook slowly pulled back, Yoongi’s cock popping out of his lips.
Jungkook grinned. “Did I do good?”
You smiled. “Of course, my love.”
Yoongi squinted at him. “How the fuck did you learn how to do that?”
Jungkook pointed to you. “From the best.”
You smiled and Yoongi raised an eyebrow.
“Can I try something?” Jungkook asked, tugging on your arm.
You nodded. “What is it?”
Jungkook pulled you to him and kissed you, smiling against your lips. He readjusted you to be on top of Yoongi, your back to his chest. Yoongi made a disgruntled noise, but you rubbed your ass against his still sensitive cock, making him gasp. His hands wrapped around you. Yoongi had pretty hands, the kind of hands that made you pause the first time you saw him, the kind of hands you dreamed about touching you, the kind of hands that made your body melt. You were a bit disappointed that you couldn’t see Yoongi’s handsome face in his position but Jungkook was lifting your legs now, setting them on his shoulders. The condom was already on.
Jungkook smirked.
Was this man really going to expose your favorite position right now?
“Jung–fuuuuuck!”
His cock slid into you, slow and deep and hard. You yelped, feeling Yoongi grab your breasts and knead them. You liked this position for several reasons – one, Jungkook had you basically trapped under his body, and, two, Jungkook had power and gravity on his side. Thus, he could fuck you hard and deep at the same time, absolutely ruining you. And watch your face while he was doing it.
“Jungkook, ah, so deep,” you moaned, leaning against Yoongi’s chest as he pinched your nipples. Your pussy clenched, squeezing Jungkook’s cock inside you.
“That’s how you like it,” he drawled, rolling his hips into you, making his cock throb. You whimpered, looking deep into Jungkook’s eyes. Yoongi pinched your nipples and you whined as Jungkook thrust into your leisurely, burying himself in your folds.
“Whose idea was it to scream Yoongi’s name while we were fucking, hm?” Jungkook teased, fucking with such force that your ass bounced against Yoongi’s dick each time. You could feel him getting hard as your ass rubbed against it.
“M-mine,” you reply, earning you a slightly harder pace.
“So naughty,” Jungkook purred, licking his lips. “You wanted Yoongi so bad, didn’t you, love?”
You could only moan as Jungkook began to fuck you harder. Yoongi’s cock was smearing pre-cum all over you. You tried to desperately rub your ass against his cock, feeling it throb underneath you. It wetly slapped your ass every time Jungkook bounced you up and down.
“Fuck,” Yoongi grunted, kissing your neck. “Fuck, you two are seriously not fair.”
“Yoongi, ah, Jungkook…”
Yoongi rolled your nipples against his fingers and pinched them. You cried out, pussy clenching as your orgasm hit you, so overflowed with stimulation that you could barely think. Jungkook gritted his teeth, maintaining his pace as they worked you up again, Yoongi’s fingers rolling your nipples and Jungkook fucking you deep. It was an absolute mess of your own cum dripping down and Yoongi’s pre-cum mixing with it. The head of Yoongi’s hard cock was rubbing against your ass. You could watch Jungkook thrusting in and out of you, shiny and glistening.
“Ah, fuuuuck!”
You moaned as you came again, thick juices gushing down and coating Yoongi’s cock. Jungkook shuddered at your pussy tightening around him. You felt Yoongi’s hips shudder as he sucked in a breath sharply, groaning at the sensitivity as he came on your ass and up your thigh, splattering onto Jungkook’s legs.
Jungkook grinned triumphantly before fucking you even harder. It didn’t take long before he hissed, cock jerking inside you as he came, your name dragged out in a long moan. His jaw clenched, hips thrusting a little to get the last drops out of his softening cock.
After a moment, he pulled out, leaving you panting and sore in Yoongi’s arms. He got up to clean himself off, looking for a towel. Yoongi buried his face in your neck. You could feel his warm cheeks.
“Sorry about the bed,” he mumbled.
You reached back and petted his hair, breathing his name. You rubbed your ass against him and Yoongi stiffened. It made you grin.
“Stay the night, Yoongi.”
He nuzzled your hair even though he grumbled a bit.
“F-fine.”
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Hello!!! I have a request for a angst but happy ending story with C!Wilbur.
Basically before Wilbur died he has a meeting with reader where she tries to reason with him that what they are doing is wrong.
Reader and Wilbur have been in a relationship for a very long time, basically meeting in childhood. Everyone knows them as the power couple, but sometimes they don’t see eye to eye yet that doesn’t stop their love for each other.
During the meeting they don’t realize that the room has been planted with TNT by another character (wonder who they could be?!?!?) who is listening to their conversation in secret waiting to detonate it. Eventually it does and Wilbur thinks that reader has died he then goes to see Philza and you know the rest.
Reader had been thrown down into a cave and Dream finds her taking her to a cottage in the woods hidden away from everyone. Everyone presumes reader died. Dream avoids telling reader when they wake up that Wilbur is dead.
Dream hopes to use reader’s location and alive status as some kind of leverage against everyone.
Meanwhile during the afterlife Wilbur desperately searches for reader still believing they had died. His search last ten years eventually. Eventually he is revived.
The story ends with Wilbur finding reader outside the cottage.
I hope you can add your own flair to it!!! Thanks!!!
-with love a daydreaming reader!
c!wilbursoot x reader
summary: a songbird sings the most sorrowful song, especially when it's about their fallen mate.
wordcount: 3k
notes: this literally took so long im so sorry i hope you like it aweha im also working on the other one you requested im just struggling with brain stuff
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“Birdie, I have no choice. You know I’ve got no choice.”
You stared at him, arms crossed. He was incredibly smart, yes, but he never thought about consequences. Wilbur tended to look before he leaped and think that it would be safe below him.
He’d been like this since childhood, if you were honest with yourself. Wilbur was confident, that you were sure of. He was always confident in what he did, whether it was in the lies that he’d tell his father to sneak away to watch under the stars in a thunderstorm or build up a grand nation from a hotdog van.
You’d been together with the gorgeous man for the past six years, up to the current point where the two of you were known as the power couple of the server. Yes, there were some hiccups in the road, like when Wilbur met Sally and had Fundy, but nonetheless. The two of you were very happy.
Wilbur sat diagonal from you, reaching over and taking your hand as he stared. “Look, birdie, I don’t have a choice. My hands are tied right now, and I can’t help it. You’ve just gotta trust me.” With a sigh, you nodded, leaning over to peck his cheek.
As soon as you sat up, you heard the familiar click of redstone activating. The tick became louder and louder by the millisecond and you looked to Wilbur, fear making its way through your body as you called out his name in fear.
“Will-!”
“Birdie, grab-“
He was cut off by explosions, both of you getting blown a different direction. Wilbur was caught under just barely a bit of rubble, quickly pushing it off himself and starting to dig for you.
Wilbur dug into the stone despite the sting and blood on his hands, beginning to move heavier and heavier objects in desperation to find you. He cried out, ignoring the tears that raced down his dirtied cheeks. He pulled back a large chunk of debris, finding the necklace he made for you that always sat around your neck.
It was a simple golden chain with a flat copper heart attached to it.
He’d made it for you on the first date he ever took you on, even engraving your initials together onto the back of it. His thumb ran over the engraving, biting his lip as he stared at the delicately carved W + B.
The man stood, beginning to dig and climb out of the hole we was quite literally dug into. He crawled out, staring out at the sunset and held the necklace to his chest. With a frown, he muttered something to himself before turning. There was one man who could answer him, and that was his father.
You woke up with a splitting headache, holding the front of your head in your hands with a heavy groan. Glancing around, your mind started piecing together things very vaguely. The area surrounding you was pitch black, you’d discovered that much. Reaching a hand forward, you swiped around to try and see if there was anything to grab at.
Your hand hit something that felt like a leg at your left. You could hear the owner of said leg stepping back and shuffling around, clicking something in their hands and sighing softly. The sound of a fire’s ignition caught your attention, causing you to look around like a blind mole. Staring up, you learned the identity of the leg and possessor of the flame.
“Wh-… Dream?”
“Wilbur’s little songbird.”
He crouched down, reaching forward with his empty hand and hoisting you up and over his shoulder. You attempted to wriggle away, trying to push away from him before groaning in pain. “I wouldn’t suggest doing that, you did just get caught in a cave-in.” You glared at him before giving up and laying against his back.
Dream glanced back at you before shaking his head and speaking. “You have any idea why you’re down here?” You scoffed in response, rolling your eyes. “Yes, totally. I clearly know why I was buried alive with you.” The masked man rolled his eyes under his mask, muttering something to himself before setting you down to clear out rubble.
He handed you the lighter and turned back to the rubble. His arms flexed against the pressure of the rocks, shoving it to the side before tugging you up to your feet. “Can you walk?” You applied some pressure against your left leg, wincing quietly before nodding. He pursed his lips before shrugging, helping you walk out of the cave.
Your hand shot up, blocking the light of the sun from burning your eyes. You were in a forest, but it wasn’t the forest you were used to seeing. The trees were a bright and warm viridian color, inviting you to walk underneath them.
As you walked underneath the trees, you tripped under a root that stuck up. Dream’s arm shot forward to catch you, keeping you standing upright as he stepped over the roots. He asked you quietly to wait for him and not rush forward since you could’ve gotten hurt. You obliged, standing where you were and helping him cross over roots he couldn’t see.
He thanked you with a charming smile, putting his hand out for you. You took his hand, giving him silent permission to lead you to wherever it was he was going.
The landscape nearby was breathtaking, the few spots where the leaves parted shining brightly and illuminating the pathway. Dream pushed down a small bush, tugging you forward and letting you see a beautiful building.
The sight before you was like that of a children’s fairytale. The building was small, yes, but big enough for a small family to live. It reminded you of Technoblade’s cabin, being small and wooden with white terracotta decorating the outside. There were some differences, like the outside being decorated with heavy overgrown plants. There were green vines that trailed up and down the cabin with bushes and flowers that were radiant shades of red, orange, purple, yellow, and almost any other color you’d ever seen.
Dream chuckled softly at your amazed expression, watching you walk around the front and admire it. He could’ve even sworn that there were sparkles dancing behind your eyes because of how flabbergasted you were by the homes beauty.
“It’s yours.”
“Excuse me?”
“The cottage. It’s yours.”
You gave Dream a look of disbelief before turning back, walking to the front door and placing a hand on the doorknob. The door was even beautiful, being hand-carved out of dark oak. You turned the knob, flinching just in case there was something hidden behind the door. To your surprise, there was nothing worrisome inside. Quite the opposite, in fact.
The inside was fully furnished, decorated and filled with items that fit the aesthetic of the outside perfectly. There was even fresh food sitting on the counter, though you couldn’t tell how long it’d been sitting there if you were truthful. The furniture seemed new, or at the very least recently cleaned as you pat a hand against one of the cushions on the couch. Dream followed suite, shutting the door behind him.
“Well?”
“…Makes me feel like I’m a princess from a fantasy story.”
The masked man smiled, letting his shoulders sit back and relax as he watched you explore the home he gave you. Without a second thought, you sat back onto the couch, sighing in relief as the tension left your muscles. He chuckled, watching you with amused eyes hidden behind his mask.
The calm moment was cut short due to Dream catching the sound of leaves crunching under someones foot. Dream grabbed his axe, pulling you up with one hand as he barked out an order to you.
“Go upstairs and hide in one of the closets.”
“Wh- You don’t have the right to order me a-“
“Go, otherwise I’m tattooing you.”
You flinched at the thought, having heard of Dream’s tattoos. He gave them to people that followed him, willingly or not, to show that they were on his side first and foremost. You rushed upstairs, quickly opening a door and inside. There was a single closet in the room, a small walk-in closet which you scrambled inside, curling up in the corner and holding your legs against your chest.
Even in this moment, the only thing you were worried about was Wilbur and his wellbeing.
Wilbur held his arms closer against him due to the freezing cold, puffing out a breath as he looked up at the home in front of him. He rubbed his arms to try and warm himself, staring at the collected houses. From what he could remember, his dearest father lived in the left house.
He held the railing with one hand as he walked up the stairs, staring at the door before knocking softly. He prayed silently to whatever deity was watching ove their world that he would open and help him. The brunette man sighed, running a hand through his hair to try and calm his nerves.
The soft creek of the door caught his attention, forcing his head to snap up. There stood his farm with arms wide and eyes sympathetic. It seemed he already knew why the L’Manburg President was there already.
Wilbur practically fell into the older mans arms, clenching his bicep with a sob. The blonde man rubbed his sons back, pulling him inside and offering him a cup of water to calm down. As soon as Wilbur could breathe normally, Phil stood him up and asked him to explain why he was there.
“Phil- Ph- Dad- They’re gone! Dead!” His hands ran through his hair maniacally, biting his lips to the point of bleeding. Phil, being a good father for once in his life, panicked. “Will- Will, I need you to take a deep breath and explain what’s going on.”
Wilbur did what his father requested, taking a deep breath before repeating himself. He wiped at the corners of his eyes, trying to get rid of the tear stains that stood on his face. Phils face grew more sympathetic as he listened to his son, eyes softening as he embraced his son once more. “Oh, Will…”
Wilbur clenched the back of Phils shirt, sobbing softly.
“Birdie…”
He hid his face into the indent of Phils neck, like a boy hiding from the world. He loved you so, so much, and to see you just get ripped away from his grasp was absolutely heartwrenching. It tore him to pieces, drove him mad enough to do the most absurd actions like-
“Wilbur? What’re you cryin’ about?”
Technoblade’s voice cut into Wilburs thoughts, causing the brunette man to swirl around and stare at the piglin. He wiped his face once more, sniffling and standing up straight. “Someone planted TnT at the place Bi- Y/n and I were meeting.” His voice was shaky but firm, still shaken as he accepted the fact that you had passed.
The piglin snorted, tail swishing behind him as he rested a hand against his hip. “Did you find their body?” Wilbur froze, turning to look at Technoblade with wide eyes and an expression that resembled a maniac in the night.
“What?”
“Wilbur, I get that you’re stupid, but this is too far for even you. Did you or did you not find a body?”
Wilbur went to snap at Technoblade before thinking. He shook his head, crossing his arms. “No, no I didn’t…” He thought for a moment before attempting to rush out the door. “Birdie- They might still be alive-!” The piglin put his hand out, catching Wilbur before he could run out.
“Hold on, lover boy. Where’d the explosion happen?”
He explained everything down to the little detail. Technoblade was smart, Wilbur knew this very well. He was calculated and reserved, despite having a tendency to be cocky and/or taunting to others. Technoblade frowned, crossing his arms across his chest before looking to Wilbur.
“Was Dream nearby?”
“I- I don’t think so. Why?”
“Hm. Well, your first move should be-“
The sound of a boys scream interrupted them, causing the three men to look outside. There was Tommy, running as hard as he could against the snow before skidding to a stop outside. “Will! Dream’s back and he wants to help!” Wilbur nodded, not letting his brain connect the dots between what both of his brothers had said. Instead, he readjusted his jacket and rushed out the door to Tommy, yelling.
“Lead the way, Tom!”
He was determined to find you- to find his lost birdie. At any cost.
“Kill me, Phil! Kill me so I can be with them, with birdie once more…”
Phil looked away as he pressed his blade into his sons chest, biting back tears as he watched the blood begin to trickle out. Wilbur smiled at Phil; a disgusting, lovesick and insane smile that completely explained his current mental state.
After just a few moments, Wilbur fell to the ground, dead. Phil threw his head backwards, screaming whilst globs of tears rolled down his cheeks. Agony was obvious in his cries and would’ve heart every heart around. Not too far away stood Dream, who watched as the two transponders he had in his possession went off with the alert.
WilburSoot was slain by Ph1LzA.
WilburSoot has 0 lives remaining.
With a twisted smile, he laughed before turning away from the battlegrounds. He readjusted the mask that sat snugly on his face, hopping onto a nearby horse.
Now that Wilbur was dead, you were going to have to do whatever Dream willed.
After a short ride and triple-checking that he wasn’t followed, he hopped off the horse and tied the reins outside the house. He dusted off some gunpowder, smiling as you pulled out a fresh loaf of bread from the oven.
He quickly reminded himself to drop his smiling, happy attitude and put on one that resembled heartbreak. He pulled off his mask, letting it fall to his side as he walked inside the cabin. Your smile dropped as soon as you saw him, immediately asking why he looked so depressed.
“Songbird… Wilbur…”
You prayed that Dream stopped talking in that moment. That he kept his mouth shut or that he was lying. You would’ve rather hear that Wilbur had found a new lover. Anything but what he whispered.
“Wilbur died, songbird.”
Your hand shot up to your neck where a simple silver chain necklace sat with a basic bird charm. You clenched it, biting your lip as you held back the urge to break down and sob then and there. Dream opened his arms, allowing you to slide between them and sob into his chest.
He rubbed your back sympathetically, listening to you sob. You had just officially lost your lover, so he couldn’t blame you for breaking down like this. He whispered comforting words and kissed the top of your head, rocking you back and forth between his arms.
This was perfect!
With no Wilbur, he could have you all for his own. He could use you, use your connections around the server for his gain, for his side.
It’d been around six months since the loss of your lover, and you still continued to mourn him every single day. It was almost a morning ritual at this point – you would go outside and watch the sunrise every morning while holding your necklace. You’d tell him about your previous day, despite knowing that he couldn’t hear a word you said.
You still lived in the cottage that Dream gave you. The only difference was now you lived alone while Dream stayed in Pandora’s Vault. You didn’t have your transponder, Dream took it when he got locked away.
Today wasn’t different than your normal day from what you could tell, until you noticed a horse that was tied up outside the front. There hadn’t been a horse outside for the last five months, and Dream swore that he never told anyone where you were.
Did he lie?
Your stomach bubbled with uncertainty and worry for a moment or two. Gathering courage, you glanced out the window to see a familiar and most welcome face.
At least from what you could tell.
There stood a man, about 6’5”, wearing a weathered brown jacket with a bloodied bandage around the right bicep, with brunette hair that had a white streak through the middle of it. He held a cigarette that burned softly in his left hand.
He seemed so… familiar. It was as if you’d known him your entire life but you couldn’t label who he was. His right hand shifted from his side to his neck, where you noticed a very familiar necklace sitting around his neck. It took a moment for you to recognize why it was so familiar – it was your necklace, the that Wilbur had given you.
You gasped, eyes sparkling as the dots connected in your mind. You rushed to the door, swinging it open with more force than you meant but it helped with the theatrics. His smile was just like you remembered as you called out his name, running towards him like you’d never felt his embrace.
“Wilbur!”
His smile just got brighter as he ran to you.
“Birdie!”
He scooped you into his arms and twirled you around with a laugh. you cupped his cheeks, rubbing a thumb against his cheekbones as you laughed softly. Both of you teared up as he pressed a kiss against your forehead, then to each of your cheeks, then your nose, and finally your lips.
You returned the kiss, wrapping your arms around his neck with a giggle. You sniffled softly, pressing your forehead against his as you took in the fact that he was alive again. “Oh, Will…”
“Birdie, I’ve missed you so much. Come, I need to hear your beautiful song – no, oursong! My precious birdie, I demand this of you!”
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Juice Ortiz x F!Reader
Request by @eversonaive : Could do a fic on the reader meeting Juice when he has the sign stuck to his chest only to find out later he is the club's intelligence officer lol
Part 2 can be found Here
Warnings: language, Juice being an embarrassed lil cutie
Word Count: 2.4k
A/N: I loved writing this. Flustered Juice gives me life lmao. I hope it’s what you had in mind! I peppered in a couple other of our SAMCRO boys because why not?
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You couldn’t pretend that you weren’t surprised, and a little off-put by the scene in front of you. You looked around, wondering why you felt like you were the only one who saw what you were seeing. Everyone else was walking by, minding their own business, but you couldn’t pretend that you didn’t notice.
Crouching down, you pressed your fingers gently against the side of his neck, and you were rewarded with a fairly steady pulse. Relief flooded through you, glad you weren’t going to have to report a dead body. However, you weren’t quite sure how to handle the scene in front of you.
Gently nudging him, you tried to wake him up. He let out a soft groan but didn’t fully wake up. With a heavy sigh, you shook him a little harder but weren’t able to wake him. Pressing your lips together into a thin line, you patted the side of his face. You saw his brows furrow and twitch and you knew that he was almost awake.
“Hey,” you shook him and patted his cheek again, “you good?”
With a groan and what seemed like more effort than it should’ve taken, he slowly started to open his eyes. Part of you wanted to laugh because he seemed like he was probably going to be alright, but more than anything you were just confused.
“You alright? Looks like you’ve had…a time.”
He propped himself up on his elbows and looked down at the state of himself. The fact that he didn’t seem shocked and appalled spoke volumes. With a quiet grunt, he forced himself to his feet.
“Do I have to be worried about you?” you couldn’t help but to look him up and down again. With a chuckle and a shake of his head he reassured you that he was fine, which did little to actually make you feel better, “There somewhere I should be take you?”
He laughed, “No. Don’t worry. Thank you for, uh, waking me up. Way better than getting kicked by the cops,” he shook his head.
“Small miracles,” you had to laugh.
“Yea,” he glanced down at the sign on his chest and you could tell from the look in his eyes that he was weighing the pros and cons of ripping it off right then and there, “I should go. I’m uh,” he gestured to the cardboard, “apparently late for my eight o’clock feeding.”
You smiled and shook your head, “Well that’s unfortunate.”
With a deep breath he pulled the sign from his chest and you both cringed. He cursed under his breath from the pain of it before folding it and tucking it underneath his arm. He gave you a lopsided grin and a small wave before turning and walking in the other direction away from you. You stood there, feeling like you should be offering him a shirt, or something to at least tie around his waist, but he seemed pretty unbothered by it all, so you let him go. You shook your head to yourself as you continued on your way, unable to believe what a weird day you’d already had.
A few days went by and you hadn’t forgotten about your run-in on the street that morning. It was a tough scene to forget. You didn’t want to believe that that was going to be the first and last time you ever saw him. If nothing else, you just wanted some closure on the situation, and you also wanted to know how the hell he ended up like that.
Your mind had wandered back to that situation as you stood outside your car waiting for the tow truck. You knew that your car was on its last leg to begin with, and that you should’ve set about looking for a new one some time ago, but you just kept putting it off. The thought of shopping for one, and then paying for one was overwhelming. You were paying for it in an entirely different way now, though. You knew that fixing whatever was wrong with your car was probably going to cost more than it was worth. So, to distract yourself from thinking about that, you thought about literally anything else as you sat half propped up onto your hood.
You’d gone to Teller-Morrow one other time, maybe twice, since you’d moved just outside of Charming. You didn’t remember anything about it, though—you were in and out quick for an oil change or something equally innocuous. There weren’t a whole lot of options for mechanics to begin with, let alone ones that would also tow. Plus you figured since they were local, it wouldn’t take them too long to get to you.
About twenty minutes later the tow-truck pulled up, and you were a mix of relieved and apprehensive. Two men stepped out, and your first thought was that they couldn’t have carried themselves more differently from each other if they tried. The taller one approached you, adjusting his beanie slightly as he did, while the other scampered around to start hooking the truck up to your car.
“So,” he walked up to you, a small smile on his face for a moment as he looked at you, “what seems to be the problem?”
You chuckled and shook your head as you clocked the name stitched into his work shirt, “Well, it stopped running. That’s about all I know, Opie,” you smiled at him.
He laughed, nodding his head slightly, “Sounds like a pretty serious issue, then.”
“I’d say so.”
He glanced back to make sure that your car had been hooked up alright, “You need to be dropped off somewhere, or you got a ride?”
You sighed, resting your hand on the back of your neck as you thought, “Would I be able to ride back to the shop with you guys?”
He nodded, “Sure thing. Long as you don’t mind Kip staring at you the whole time,” he gestured over to the man who was waiting by the door of the tow truck.
You laughed, “Staring I can handle.”
When they pulled into the lot at the mechanics, Opie got out and instructed Kip to take care of the rest. He looked over to you and gestured to the office, “Gemma will get you all set up. We’ll get it right on the lift and try to figure out what’s going on.”
You nodded, “Thank you, appreciate it.”
You knocked lightly on the door to the office and she called for you to come in. She got you all squared away with your paperwork to get everything started. You let her know that if it ended up being more than a certain amount to just not bother and scrap it, or to give it back and you would take care of that part yourself. You weren’t in a position to be paying more than the car was worth. There was sympathy present in her eyes as she listened to you, nodding along. You hated the feeling of pity but you couldn’t deny that you’d landed yourself into a bit of a hole.
She was walking you back out of the office, “We’ll give you a call when we’ve got some numbers for you, sweetheart.”
“Sounds good. Thank you guys so much.”
“Need us to call you a cab?”
You shook your head, “No, no I’ll be alright. Thank you though.”
You were walking across the lot, pulling out your phone as you did to try and figure out who you were going to call to come and pick you up. There was a sudden influx of noise and voices. And despite the fact that you heard it, you still didn’t look up.
The only thing that snapped you out of your thoughts was the feeling of someone’s shoulder bumping into yours. You looked up and both of you were in the middle of apologizing when your eyes met his. Neither of you could hide the shock on your faces as you took each other in.
He looked a lot different when he wasn’t coming out of a mild coma. And also when he was fully dressed with an MC kutte on. You’d missed out on the fact that he was handsome in the midst of worrying about his well-being the last time you saw him.
“Oh shit,” he laughed, “hey.”
“Uh, hey,” you couldn’t help but to stare at him, “I didn’t…expect to see you here. Or again in general, for that matter.”
Another man in a kutte appeared, draping his arm around the shoulder of the man that you were talking to, “Juicy,” he said, “who’s your friend?”
He wore his nerves on his face, “Um. She’s not, uh, she’s—”
You cut him off to save him the trouble, holding out your hand, “I’m Y/N.”
“Y/N,” he let your name roll off his tongue, “nice to meet you. I’m Jax,” he paused, looking back and forth between you and the man next to him, trying to put the pieces of the puzzle together, “Sorry to interrupt,” you could see that he was biting back a laugh.
“No, you’re…you’re good,” you reassured him, “Nothing to interrupt. Just, um, a little surprised by,” you gestured to the two of them and to the clubhouse behind them, “all of this.”
“Well then I gotta ask,” Jax continued to stare at Juice who seemed to be getting more and more shy by the second, “how do you know Charming’s favorite Puerto Rican Intelligence Officer?”
You couldn’t stop the laugh that slipped past your lips, “Intelligence Officer?”
Jax nodded, clapping Juice on the back as though he thought he was hyping him up, “For the club, yea. Can find out anything about anyone. Also our resident tech guy.”
You chuckled, unable to lie and say that you weren’t a little impressed, “Impressive. Guess we didn’t have time to get into all that last time we met.”
“Oh?” Jax looked back and forth between the two of you, embarrassment creeping onto Juice’s features.
“Yea, he was running a behind schedule. Had places to be.”
Jax looked over at him, “Where the hell did you have to be that could’ve been more important, bro?”
Juice ran his hands down his face, knowing that he was going to have to cop to it sooner or later, “When we met I was, um…she actually…” he shook his head, “She’s the one who woke me up the other day. Made sure I was alright.”
The entire incident had clearly already faded from Jax’s memory because he looked as lost as he had been before Juice said anything. You smiled, “I made sure he eventually made it to his eight o’clock feeding.”
Recognition flashed across Jax’s face and he laughed, “Jesus. Sorry you had to be a part of that.”
“Sure, her you’ll apologize to,” Juice rolled his eyes.
“She didn’t deserve it,” Jax chuckled and shook his head, “Well it was nice meeting you, Y/N. I’ll leave Juice to try and clean up whatever mess he might’ve made.”
He walked away from the both of you and you could head him laughing to himself as he approached the rest of the guys. You and Juice stood there facing each other, neither one of you really knowing what to say.
You broke the silence, “Won’t lie to you, Juice,” it felt nice to finally be able to address him as something, “over the past few days when I’ve been trying to think about what your life was like for it to land you in that situation, this wasn’t what I had in mind.”
“You’ve been thinkin’ about me?” he smirked.
You laughed, rolling your eyes, “You made quite the impression,” you looked him in the eyes, “I’m glad you’re alright though.”
He chuckled, “Not the worst thing they’ve ever done to me.”
You smiled and shook your head, “Well that’s a little concerning.”
“Sorry you got, uh, subjected to that,” he shook his head, “wrong place, wrong time.”
You waited for him to meet your gaze and you flashed him a smile, “I wouldn’t quite say that.”
There was a light in his eyes that was so enticing, “Right. Well. I’m glad I got a chance to make a better first impression. Sort of. Maybe,” he laughed. There were a few beats of silence before he spoke up again, “What brings you here anyway?”
You nodded towards the garage, “Car broke down.”
“Shit.”
Your laugh was a hollow, “Yea. Fucking sucks. Hoping they can fix it without bleeding me dry.”
Juice thought hard about it for a few moments, “I’ll take a look at it. I’ll see what I can do, see if I can get you a deal or something.”
“Yea?” you couldn’t hide your relief.
He nodded, “Yea. Least I could do.”
“You’d really be saving my ass.”
He laughed, “Guess that would make us even.”
You chuckled and nodded, “Guess so.”
He paused for a moment, eyes glued to the pavement, “If you want, you could, uh, you could give me your number,” he looked up at you, “and I’ll give you a call when I get it all sorted.”
You smiled, “Alright. Sounds good,” you held out your hand for his phone and quickly added your number to his contacts, “Hope to hear from you soon, Juice.”
“Juan,” he said quietly as he took the phone back from you.
“Hm?”
He looked at you, “Juan. My name is Juan.”
You smiled, “Well, then, Juan, I’ll talk to you soon,” you paused and bit back a laugh, “Try to keep yourself out of sticky situations, alright?”
“Well now at least I have you to call just in case,” he smirked.
“Won’t be able to come and get you until you fix my car,” you chuckled, “So at least be careful for a few days.”
“I think I can do that.”
“Good,” you stepped in and gave him a quick hug, “Thank you, Juan, seriously.”
“It’s not a problem. I’ll, I’ll talk to you soon.”
“Looking forward to it,” you flashed him a smile before turning and continuing your way out of the parking lot.
You chanced a look back over your shoulder and saw that he was still standing there staring at you with a smile and a dreamy look on his face. You laughed and shook your head as you turned back around. There was something to be said about memorable first impressions, and something told you that you had landed yourself in an adventure when you met him. You were excited to find out what was in store.
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You, Me And The Car (NSFW)
Clay Spenser x Reader
A/N okay so this wasn’t going to be smutty but blame @chibsytelford for the complete 180 of this fic 🥵 and yes that’s my car 😜 but let’s start the month of with a bang quite literally 😜
Warnings: unprotected sex, sex in a public space
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This Months Writing
“Yo Spenser” Your Uncle shouted walking into the garage. “You been ordering shit again?”
“Yo Spenser” Your Uncle shouted walking into the garage. “You been ordering shit again?”
“Would I?” You smirked looking up from the engine bay, wiping your hands on the rag.
“What you got this time?” He asked, sliding the box across the floor.
“New intercooler, air intake. engine mounts and BOV” you grinned grabbing your knife, cutting through the tape on the boxes.
“Am I sensing a remap coming along?” He grinned leaning against the car causing you to growl at him without looking up from the boxes.
“Yes and get your ass off the car before I stab you” you glared.
“You are definitely your old man's kid” he chuckled, grabbing a drink from the mini fridge. “Are we getting all this today?”
“Urm” you said glancing at the clock, Clay was home from deployment today so you needed to make sure you had the car back together in time. “Yeah or as much as we can, Clay is home today”
“Well then kiddo we best get cracking” Alex grinned “Can’t have you being late after not seeing him for the last three months”
“I will be happy is all we get is the air intake and BOV done today, the rest I can do with Clay” you grinned as you slipped your wedding and engagement ring off, placing them between your lips and you fiddled with the clasp on the chain that the other one of Clay’s dog tag sat proudly, slipping your rings onto the chain you secured it back around your neck. The last thing you needed was fucking your rings up. “I’ve lost count how many times these headlights have been off the car now”
“Same here kiddo” Alex smirked, tossing you the ratchet and socket. “Whist we at it we will see if we can sort this fucking bumper sag out”
“Yes it’s been pissing off for a while but doubt there’s much we can do, it’s a Ford remember, the Fez’s are known for bumper sag” you laughed as you pulled the first headlight out.
“Come on you piece a shit just go in the hole goddammit” you shouted at the car as you tried to refit your bumper. “I don’t have time for you to be a cunt”
“And here I thought you loved this car” Alex laughed as he lifted the bumper up giving a bit more play to get the bolts in.
“Yeah well sometimes you need to threaten it and use brut force and ignorance” you laughed as you finally got the right side of the bumper secured. Just as your phone started ringing, placing a smoke between your lips you hit answer without checking who was calling.
“Where are you?” Emma practically shouted down the phone.
“Shit what time is it Em?” You panicked as you grabbed the other bolts, holding your phone between you ear, and cigarette in the corner of your mouth.
“Four thirty” she shouted “shit the plane is just coming into view, you haven’t got long”
“I’ve just gotta get my bumper back on kid, be there as quick as I can, I’m nearly done here. Just do whatever to stall Clay please”
You ended the call without saying bye, you didn’t have much time, the base was at least twenty minutes from her and you still had another five minutes of work and definitely no time to get changed.
In record time you managed to get the bumper back on the car, the tools were just dumped out the way, grabbing your bag and tossed it into the passenger seat. Starting the engine you didn’t even have time to appreciate the roar of the exhaust as you dipped the clutch slamming it into first, dropping the hand brake and wheel spinning out of the garage. Normally it would take twenty minutes to get to the base but you knew you could do it in ten.
The moment the boys walked out of the base, Clay knew something was off, there wasn’t that deep grumble in the air from your car, glancing around he realised you wasn’t there and couldn’t help but laugh, he knew you had parts arriving and more than likely lost track of time.
“Right before you say anything I’ve been asked to stall you” Emma laughed as she looked over Jason’s shoulder. “Something about she still had her bumper to fit, I dunno she might as well been speaking a different language”
“Garage is what twenty minutes away?” Sonny asked.
“Yeah she will get her in ten though” Clay laughed scratching his beard. “How long ago did you speak to her?”
“About twenty minutes ago” Emma nodded giving Clay a hug.
Soon enough there was a grumble that could be heard in the distance making Clay smile, he never needed to know when you arrived your car told him that you were only a mile out. He knew how guilty you were going to feel for being late and he was going to play. So there he stood, bag on the floor next to him, hands shoved in his pockets looking around for you with a sad look on this face.
“That’s evil Blondie” Sonny laughed leaning against his truck, no one had left yet because they wanted to see things play out.
You practically threw the car around the corner as you entered the base car park, you felt like the worst wife ever, having not seen you husband for three months you were late for him getting home. Reaching down you wrapped your fingers around the handbrake, yanking it up as you stomped on the clutch, pulling the steering wheel to the left, sliding the car through the car park stopping a few feet away from Clay.
Climbing out of the car you ran over to him throwing yourself into his arms. His arms instantly wrapping around your waist, he couldn’t keep the act up when it came to you.
“I am so fucking sorry I’m late, the bumper wouldn’t go back on” you rambled.
“Babygirl it’s fine” he whispered squeezing you tight. “I know you love the car more than me”
“Hey that’s not fair” you pouted but laughing “I would have been on time but the fez wasn’t playing ball”
“Stop panicking, you can just make it up to me later” Clay laughed as he placed you on your feet, draping his arm around your shoulder picking his bag up. “Out of interest how long did it take to get here?”
“Eight minutes” you laughed opening the boot.
“Getting quicker” Clay winked before looking over at Sonny. “Tell me you got it on film”
“Of course, number one rule when it comes to the female Spenser is always have your phone on record” Sonny laughed.
“Wanna go for a drive and see where we end up?” You whispered running your finger down Clay’s chest whilst you stole his cap, placing it on your head.
“I like your thinking” he smirked, slapping your arse.
The two of you had been driving for about an hour now, no music was on as you could now enjoy the labour of your work. Every time you changed gear you heard the turbo flutter making you laugh every time. This was the time Clay loved the most, watching you drive, watching as your eyes sparkled, your grin getting bigger by the second and you laughing at yourself.
Pulling into the car park you and Clay had found one day whilst driving, you pulled the handbrake on putting the car into neutral but left it running.
“So I was thinking” you whispered “I want to try something that involves you, me and the car”
“Oh yeah” he smirked, running his hand up your bare thigh. “And what’s this idea babygirl”
“I wanna ride you whilst you are against the bonnet” you breathed closing your eyes at the thought “I want you to take me over the bonnet and fuck me”
“Do you know how long I’ve waited for you to say that” he hummed against your lips “why are we still sat in the car baby”
You never moved so fast in your life, there was just something naughty about this, the fact you could get caught just added to it. You couldn’t help but bite your lip as Clay leant against the bonnet of the car with his jeans dropped round his knees, closing the gap between you, you wrapped you hand around his hard dick, slowly pumping it making him moan as he undid your the button on your shorts. Doing a little wiggle as he pushed the material down, they dropped to your ankles allowing you to step out of them. The moment you lost your thong Clay picked you up positioning your over his dick.
Slowly you sunk down on his length, gasping at the feeling, you were taking things slow as it had been three months and Clay wasn’t exactly small.
“Fuck” you breathed against his lips.
“I know baby” he whispered “so fucking tight”
After a few minutes Clay started lifting you up and down, fully taking your weight as he helped you ride him against your car.
“Clay” you moaned as he changed the pace up, before standing off the car, slamming you down on the bonnet.
“God I missed this feeling” he grunted as he thrusted hard into you making you arch your back, bucking your hips up to get him deeper.
“Fuck fuck fuck” you moaned as his thumb found your clit matching the pace of his hips, “oh god”
“That’s it baby” he groaned biting down on his bottom lip, “fuck I can feel you getting tighter babygirl”
“Clay I’m so close” you whimpered, making him smirk, he knew you were close by how your body was reacting but loved hearing you say it.
It only took a few more hard thrusts for him to send you over the edge screaming his name out for the whole world to hear as you rode out your high, but he didn’t stop thrusting as he chased his own release making your whimpers and moans to get louder, it didn’t help the car was still running so you had the added vibration of the engine beneath you, feeling his grip on your hips tighten he gave one fine thrust, moaning as he came.
Leaning forward he kissed you lovingly as you both regained your breath, his ass on view for every man and their dog to see but neither of you cared, you were too lost in each other.
"I don't know who's louder baby, the grumble of the exhaust or you" he laughed against your lips.
“Definitely me” you giggled, placing your hand on the side of his face, gently caressing his cheek with your thumb as you got lost in his eyes. “I missed you so much”
“I know babygirl, I missed you too, but I’m home now” he breathed, his eyes dropping to your rings around your neck, moving his hands he undid the clasp, sliding the rings off the chain. Before taking your left hand. “Let’s get these back where they belong” he whispered, sliding them back onto your finger before kissing them.
“What do you wanna do now?” You smiled as you leant your head back against the bonnet.
“I was thinking we head home, get a takeaway and cuddle on the sofa, maybe with round two and three thrown in” he smirked as he pulled out of you. He quickly disappeared but returned with a pair of boxers for his bag to clean himself and you up, once the pair of your were dressed he took your hand pulling you into his arms.
“Damn you’ve got some energy today” you giggled looking up at him.
“Well when you have a wife that’s as gorgeous and as fit as you it happens” he laughed kissing your head. “I love you baby”
“I love you too” you whispered “you can drive home, I don’t think my legs are working yet”
“You must love me if you are letting me drive”
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