#oh well work tomorrow will just be extremely fucking painful

[zayneslady]

hey!! loved that angst fic you wrote xx can i request the boys reaction to when the reader/mc and them are in an argument, and they accidentally said something extremely hurtful and it made reader cry. make the boys regret it so much pls hehe😼 thank you 💗

warnings: angst, open ending again hehe and again, reader is not MC

characters: Zayn, Xavier, Rafayel x reader (separately)

a/n: my first request *-* thank you so much! This exact trope is one of my favorites. I hope you enjoy it! Get your tissues ready! Also thank you to everyone's support in my first post! I'm so happy! ❤️

Classification: scenarios

ZAYNE ❄️

You didn't want to admit it, but you were sick. During the day you felt a little sore in your throat and your nose was stuffy. Arriving at Zayne's house after work, it was more than obvious that you had a fever. Your face was red and the chills running through your body made you shiver. 

There was nothing else to do, you would miss work tomorrow to fully recover. Furthermore, with the care of your loving doctor, you knew you'd be fine in no time. So you quickly took a shower and after drying your hair, you grabbed a blanket and curled up on the couch with a cold patch on your forehead, waiting for Zayne patiently. 

To your surprise, he arrived at a normal time and your heart vibrated with joy when you saw him enter. He had his head low as he stepped out of his shoes and closed the door behind him. 

"Zayne! Welcome back! How was your day?” You greeted him as he shrugged his coat off. “Guess what," you said, giggling softly because it was quite obvious by your funny voice that you were sick. "I got a little sick after yesterday's ra- 

You jumped a little when Zayne suddenly groaned, whipping his head up to look at you. “Oh my Lord,” he said, annoyed. “Can't you see I'm fucking tired? You do not know when you shut your damned mouth? I can't stand you! Why are you so clingy?” 

Your eyes widened and your face turned bright red. Your mind went blank and you didn't notice the tears streaming down your face until Zayne's face changed from complete anger to guilt. He looked at you from the door as if he didn't know what had happened just now. He didn't recognize himself. How did he dare to talk to you like that when you-

He gasped softly, “you're sick.”

You tried to clean your tears with your hands as you got up from the couch. Zayne made an attempt to come close to you, but you quickly ran to the bedroom only to come back after a couple of minutes with your shoes and coat on. 

“Excuse me,” you said, as you approached the door. 

“What? Where are you going like this? You need to rest.”

You nodded, trying to keep some distance from him. “I know. I'll rest back home. So please move.”

“Stay here. I'll take care of you,” he grabbed your hand and more tears fell down. How could he talk so sweetly right now after what he said. 

You shook your head, pulling your hand away and pushing him aside so you could open the door. “I don't need you, Zayne. Not when you can't stand me.”

“I was wrong, please.”

“I was wrong too. Goodbye, Zayne.”

XAVIER ⭐

“My poor Xavier,” you mumbled, gently cleaning a wound in Xavier's side. You winced when he did and your heart broke. You knew perfectly well that this could happen because of his line of work, but you felt terrible every time he came home hurt. “Oh, Xav, is it too painful?” You asked as you started to bandage him. 

He shook his head, breathing heavily and resting his head against the pillow on his bed. “It could be worse. Thank you for helping out.” 

“No need to thank me,” you said, smiling at him as you placed a tender and loving hand over his now bandaged wound. “I wish you didn't have to do this. It's so dangerous.” 

Your words had no poison. You clearly didn't want Xavier to suffer in any way. Why couldn't he have a regular, safe job? Maybe he's just strong because he has to protect everyone. You said those words from the bottom of your warm heart, so you were more than surprised to hear Xavier's response:

“What? Are you saying I'm weak?” He spat and you blinked. 

“N-No! I'm just saying that I wish you had another job because- 

“Is that so? So you rather have a bunch of wanderers attacking innocent people? Just because you don't want me to get hurt?” 

“It's- It's not like that! I never said that. I just get worried sick for you and-

“Maybe I should really stop, huh? Just turn a blind eye to everything that's happening like egoist people like you di.”

He just kept vomiting out words, one harsher than the last. Every time you tried to speak and fix this misunderstanding, his irrational words drowned out your voice and it made something heavy and nauseating settle in your stomach. This was not going to end well in any way. 

“Xavier, my love, please listen to me. I do not- 

“Maybe one day a wanderer will actually kill you. And believe me, I won't even bat an eye at you,” he said, crossing his arms and turning his head away from you. 

Your eyes had never filled with tears as quickly as that moment. Your body began to shake with suppressed sobs as you felt heat and disappointment throughout your body. Did Xavier just... wish for your death? And in the hands of a creature as horrible as a wanderer? 

“Oh no,” he suddenly said and you flinched when you felt his touch against your cheek. “I am so, so sorry.” You cried a little harder before getting up from his bed. “W-Wait, my star. Please, I'm sorry.”

No words came out. You simply grabbed your bag and left the room.

He called your name and then groaned in pain as he tried to move. “Pl-please, come back! Where-

You couldn't hear more of his words as you closed the door of his apartment. Did this mean the end? You truly thought so. 

Rafayel 🐠

"Ah, welcome back, Rafayel!" The amount of excitement that rushed through your body whenever your eyes landed on him was almost overwhelming. It wasn't that you hadn't seen him in a long time, but a second without him felt like a century. 

His eyes, usually warm and sparkling, looked cold and even angry at seeing you in his house. "Hello," he said dryly as he closed the door behind him. You frowned slightly. "What are you doing here?" 

"Hmm, nothing much. I just wanted to visit you. Is that alright?" 

He sighed, placing a paper bag on the table. "Yeah, sure. I gave you a key after all."

You cleared your throat, nodding awkwardly. "Did... you have a good day?" 

He sighed again and shook his head as he stepped out of his shoes. "I didn't. It was terrible for the very first moment I opened my eyes. You see," he started and you nodded, listening carefully. "I overslept so I lost precious time for my painting. Then I didn't have time to eat so I didn't eat anything but a piece of bread."

You immediately got up to make dinner for him, maybe after eating he'd feel better? 

"And the worst thing was," he said, collapsing onto his couch. "I couldn't find my emerald green paint so I had to go all the way to the art store and get a new one! Ugh!" 

You blinked, frowning a little. "Your emerald green?" 

"That's what I said."

"Hmm, I'm very sure I put it in all of your greens?" You left the ingredients aside as you walked to the paints. "Here it is." 

He got up and looked at you with an astonished expression. Confusion quickly turned into anger and he was yelling at you in a second. "Why didn't you tell me?!"

"You saw me last night!" You explained, carefully leaving the paint back in place. "You said you wanted your paints to be more organized and I asked you if I could help you out! You even told me you liked how I organized it by colors!" 

Rafayel let out a frustrated sigh as a hand carded through his hair. "I can't believe I just lost all of that precious time because of your stupid mistake!"

"Excuse me?"

"Every time you try to help, you just mess things up! Can't you keep your little hands to yourself for once? I was just stupid for letting you help me out! You are way too much, I can't stand you sometimes.”

You were stunned. He had never said anything like that about you, you couldn't even remember other times when you wanted to help him and you ruined it. Besides, it wasn't your fault. The green paint was there all along and he just hadn't taken the time to look for it properly.

You knew it wasn't your fault, but his harsh words and the anger and hatred in his eyes were too much. Tears quickly filled your eyes and began to fall down your reddened cheeks. 

Rafayel realized his mistake a bit too late. Letting out a gasp as he watched the first tear fall, he hurriedly approached you, but you backed away, putting space between the two of you. He couldn't say anything, too surprised by his own words.

What was just a moment seemed like minutes, endless hours with deafening silence. Only your sobs echoed around the entire house, until your voice, small and trembling, made him jump. 

“I won't touch your stuff again, Rafayel,” you said softly, avoiding his eyes. 

“N-No, I didn't mean-

You nod, “if you don't mind, I'll sleep in your guest room. Goodnight, Rafayel.”

Deep inside you so desperately wanted him to stop you, but he watched you disappear into the hall and never called you back.

You knew it was going to be a very cold night.

#love and deepspace #love and deepspace x reader #love & deepspace #love & deepsace x reader #zayne x reader #xavier x reader #rafayel x reader #love and deepspace zayne #love and deepspace xavier #love and deepspace Rafayel #love and deepspace scenarios #zaynslady #*scenarios

[here2bbtstrash]

the spins (explicit)

genre: smutttyyyyyy as hell (with like one angsty conversation about isolation as a trauma response, but said in much vaguer terms lol)

pairing: jungkook x reader

summary: you discover a new side to your former lab partner, frat wonder boy jeon jungkook, when you confess to him the one thing no man has ever been able to make you do.

word count: 10.3k

contains: explicit sexual content AKA porn!!!!! alcohol, minor frat house shenanigans, reader is a total bitch but in a highkey relatable way, jungkook is The Only Good Frat Boy, mentions of shitty hookups/sexual dissatisfaction/faked orgasms, an **absurdly** lengthy and gratuitous cunnilingus scene, a lil bit of teasing/begging, spitting, LOUD sex, reader’s first partnered orgasms, also JK has a tongue piercing 👀

A/N: so writing this nearly killed me,,, lmao. i have two inspiration sources that i must credit- one is jai’s @gimmethatagustd INCREDIBLE fic paint me naked, which gave me the final shove i needed to topple over into JK hard stan land (listen he’s 3 years younger than me, i had a complex about it, it’s fine). seriously go give it a read and give her some love, i fully credit her with moving college!JK into my brain where he now lives rent-free.

the other source of inspiration is this insaaaaane imagine audio (WARNING, extremely NSFW and will literally ruin your life!!!!!) that hooked me on the idea that JK would be competitive about eating pussy and….. yep, smack those two things together and ta-da, this porn was born. godspeed and thanks as always for reading 💜

this is now (finally) on AO3!

~*~

You really don’t know why you came to this party. It’s so crowded, bodies pressed together, people screaming to be heard over the noise, or just because they’re white girl wasted. The music is terrible, the floor weirdly sticky, the container of jungle juice in the kitchen extremely suspicious. You opted for tequila instead, the last of which you now drain from the bottom of your red solo cup. The whole place smells like cheap beer, vape smoke, and frat boy cologne.

Yet another Jack Harlow song comes on over the bass-boosted speakers and you roll your eyes. That’s it. Time to go home and actually finish the psych paper you’re putting off.

You shove your way into the kitchen, trying to be the only upstanding citizen in this godforsaken frat house and actually put your trash in a trash can. You spot one in the corner– nearly overflowing, but still good enough, except that a whole circle of Brads and Chads block your path. You do your best to squeeze past them, but because they don’t do anything except live at the gym and snort protein powder, they might as well be a brick wall.

“Excuse me,” you try. Nothing.

“I need to get through,” you say with a gentle push. It’s like talking to a brick wall, too.

“Alright, fuck it.” You roll your eyes and decide to just fucking go for it. You’ve had enough liquor that you won’t feel the pain until tomorrow anyway.

The circle breaks apart in confusion, not a brain cell in sight, as you slam your way through. They part so quickly that your plan works too well, and the excess momentum shoots you forward. You stumble, losing your footing, already cringing because you’re about to faceplant on the nasty floor of this nasty frat house kitchen.

“Hey, whoa!” A voice way too close to your ear for comfort shouts, but then an arm snakes around your waist and saves you from your doom, gripping you tightly. “Careful!”

You glance up, wondering if this guy is going to try to turn the moment into some attempt at flirtation, the world’s worst meet cute, but then you see big round eyes staring back at you with legitimate concern. Oh, fuck. You know those Disney princess eyes. Your stomach drops.

“Whaaaaaaaat!” Holding you in one arm, an unopened 18-rack of beer hoisted up on his shoulder with the other, grinning like a kid in a candy store, is none other than frat wonder boy Jeon Jungkook.

Ah, shit. You knew he was in a frat, of course. He doesn’t shut up about it. But you didn’t know it was this one– well, actually, you don’t even know which frat house you’re in right now. Alpha Beta Omega? They’re all the same to you. You don’t really understand why they have factions anyway instead of all just living together, but that would probably be too gay.

“I didn’t know you partied!” Jungkook is still smiling a smile that takes up his whole face, clearly unable to believe that you’re standing here in his disgusting frat house kitchen in your leather jacket and your combat boots.

You huff a laugh as he slowly unloops his arm from around you, assessing to see if you’re stable enough to stay upright. You shoot him a look as if to say I’m fine, dumbass. Uncoordinated, not intoxicated. There’s a difference.

“I do not party,” you correct him. “Never once in my life have I partied. I merely come to the parties, stand on the edges and observe, get my free alcohol, and then depart. Like I’m doing right now.” You aim your solo cup at the trash can and miss by about a foot.

“You– hang on,” he pauses, turning back to offload the fresh case of beer onto the kitchen counter. There’s a clamor of excitement from the Brads and Chads as they crowd around to slap him on the back, shouting things like “okay, JK!” and “let’s fucking gooooo!”

You have to get out of here, you think to yourself, and then you watch Jungkook bring his tattooed hand up to rip the cardboard front of the case off effortlessly, and that is lowkey kind of hot.

Quiet, you tell your tequila brain. No lusting after frat boys. Not even the one you sat next to for an entire semester in bio lab, the one who was actually way smarter than anticipated and didn’t just use you for an easy A, who genuinely seemed like he cared about the way you answered “How was your weekend?” every time he asked, and who didn’t even say one problematic thing the whole semester.

Just because he’s the exemplary form of his species doesn’t make him not what he is, you remind yourself. Even the best frat boy is still a frat boy.

Jungkook returns as the rest of the bros swarm the counter and proceed to decimate the case of beer. That must have been the reason they were waiting here, at their proverbial watering hole, because they circle up and dissolve back into the party, several of them clapping Jungkook on the back again in thanks as they leave.

You realize he doesn’t have to yell to be heard anymore as he says, “You’re leaving already?”

“Yes, Jungkook,” you sigh. “I have a paper to write.”

He scrunches up his face, knowing he can’t argue with academic excellence. “It’s still early. What if you just have one more drink, and then go? I haven’t even gotten to enjoy the party yet. The pledges severely underestimated how much alcohol it takes to run this place.”

You roll your eyes. “Yes, I’m so terribly sorry that your child servants who literally give you money in exchange for friendship got something wrong.”

The words feel biting as they leave your mouth, and you honestly expect him to protest, but he only shrugs. “Yeah, yeah, I know. You’re right. The whole thing is stupid.” For a moment you wonder how on earth he’s immune, what it is about him that allows him to live in the cradle of toxic masculinity and still be so regular, so good.

“Will you stay?” He asks again. You try to purse your lips to hide your smile, but it doesn’t work, and then he’s smiling too.

“Fine.”

The kid literally fist pumps, and your laugh bubbles up before you can stop it. He gestures broadly to the kitchen counters which are a veritable nightmare of liquor bottles and beer cans. “What’ll it be? Don’t say the jungle juice,” he warns with a laugh.

You look at him like he’s gone entirely insane. “I would never say the jungle juice. Tequila, please.”

Jungkook moves fluidly, as if he’s imitating those ridiculous Las Vegas bartenders who do tricks while they pour your obscenely overpriced drink. He shakes a solo cup off the stack and throws it up, spinning on his heels and catching it in his other hand, and you’re laughing again because he’s such a fucking dork.

He crosses to open the freezer and scoops up some ice in your cup, then pours a healthy amount of tequila in. “And mixer?” He looks back at you over his shoulder.

You pause. “Uh, just ice is good.”

He puts the bottle down and turns to squint at you in disbelief. “You drink straight tequila and you’re telling me you don’t party?”

You falter, a little flustered. “I don’t know. It’s not like I’m drinking it for the taste, you know?”

“Can I show you what you’re missing out on?” He asks, and you don’t know why the question makes you swallow hard. “Seriously.” He picks the bottle of tequila back up, eyeing the brand with distaste. “This stuff is… not great.”

Your instinct is to joke about him slipping something in your drink, but you bite the words back– because first of all, not funny. But you also genuinely don’t think he would ever do something like that, and you don’t want to give off the impression that you do.

“Alright,” you say instead, lifting your hands in surrender.

He opens the fridge door and crouches down, digging around through what you can only imagine is a Costco-sized amount of egg cartons and packages of chicken breasts. Finding what he’s looking for, he pulls away with a carton that’s been Sharpie’d to death, “JK ONLY DO NOT DRINK” on all sides. It’s really every bro for himself out here, you think.

“Grapefruit okay?” Jungkook double-checks, and you give a shrug and a nod. He pours a little, inspects the cup, then adds a splash more. “It’s not too sweet.”

He passes the cup off to you and returns his juice to the fridge, shuts the door, then seems to realize he forgot to make himself a drink and repeats the entire process again, spinning in a full circle which has you hiding your giggle in the rim of your cup. Once he’s made himself a matching drink to yours, he leans against the counter and takes a sip, surveying you.

You mirror him– the drink is admittedly a lot better than straight bottom-shelf, and you like how the sour taste lingers on the back of your tongue.

“Thank you,” you remember to say after a few sips, and he waves it off as if to say it’s no big deal.

“So, why are you here? Observing us in our natural habitat?” He puts on a voice for the last part, in a clear imitation of you, and you smirk. It does sound like something you would say.

“I’m an agent of chaos,” you say and he gives you a look like he’s waiting for the real answer. You choose that moment to take a long swallow of your drink, buying time. He continues to wait patiently, so you finally just shrug and make a face. “I don’t know. I didn’t want to do my paper. I saw a thing for it on insta. And I was tired of rotting away in my dorm room.”

He nods thoughtfully. “I tried inviting you to stuff when we were lab partners.” You wonder if the tequila is making you imagine that he sounds a little hurt. “You never seemed into it.”

At that, you laugh, because he’s being kind. Jungkook did invite you regularly to whatever mixers or ragers his frat was planning, and every time you would tell him no, directly to his face, like the bitch that you are. You eventually started trying to come up with as many creative ways to phrase it as you could: no, nope, never, not in a million years, when hell freezes over. He took them all like a champ, and that was one of the first things you remember liking about him. A frat boy who can respect when someone says no and not try to push it– now that is a rarity.

You want to apologize, but you really have no explanation for what makes tonight any different, at least not one you can say eloquently. How do you tell him you’re fucking sick of staring at the walls, feeling like “the best years of your life” are passing you by and leaving you with nothing to show for it? That you’ve painted sarcasm and an “I don’t give a fuck” attitude over your life for so long that now it feels like you’re backed into a corner where you can’t give a shit about anybody because there’s nobody left to give a shit about? So you were neck deep in insta stories on a Friday night like a fucking loser, and you saw a stupid post about a stupid frat party by some girl you swore was going to be your bestie the first week of freshman year who you promptly never spoke to again, and something in you snapped and said, “fuck it”?

Oof, tequila coming in strong, you think to yourself. You decide to spare Jungkook the emotional word vomit.

He keeps going when you don’t respond. “I just figured you had better things to do. Like ride motorcycles, or be in a mosh pit.”

You roll your eyes. “Motorcycles are giant metal death traps. Hard pass. And I don’t like getting punched in the face by nazis, so I don’t mosh.” You take a sip of your drink and size him up. “You’re one to talk, little alt boy.”

He’s playing with his lip ring when you say it, and the blush that creeps up his neck is honestly cute. Thoroughly unfazed by your words, he rolls up the right sleeve of his eyesore of a button down until his arm is fully exposed. “Check it out! Finally filled in the shoulder piece.”

You step closer to admire the fresh ink. Jungkook’s sleeve is, admittedly, really fucking cool. You still remember the first time you saw it in bio lab. It was the first day where the temperature crept up to an actual tolerable degree after what felt like a winter that would never end. You’d only known him in hoodies up to that point, so when he rolled into class that day in a baggy t-shirt and you saw the hint of lettering and shading peeking out from under his sleeve, your jaw nearly hit the floor.

“It’s rude to stare,” he’d said with a soft laugh and a cheeky-ass wink.

You wonder now if maybe you stepped too close, because you can feel the heat radiating off of his body. He holds his arm up for you, rotating it to show off the whole thing. Throughout the rest of the semester, you’d watched as he slowly started to fill in the blank spaces, but now it’s even more cohesive; he’s nearly finished it in the time since you last got a good look.

“Just need something on my wrist. And I might do the back of my hand. I haven’t decided.” He squeezes his hand into a fist and flexes with a put-on grunt, and you laugh even as the swell of his bicep makes your heart jump in your chest.

Emboldened by how close you are to him, and also the tequila, you trace your finger along the words that wrap across his forearm– rather be dead than cool. “That one’s my favorite,” you say softly.

When you glance up, he’s already looking at you, and now your heart’s in your throat. “I swear this thing’s the only reason you like me,” he says, the non-pierced corner of his mouth crooking up in a barely-there smile.

You open your mouth to protest when the kitchen is suddenly alive with noise as a mass of bodies crash through the doorway. A girl in a minidress that has ridden dangerously far up her thighs is nearly carried in by two of her friends, with several more trailing in right at their heels, and her name must be Hannah because they all say it about a thousand times in six seconds. A couple of dudebros shuffle in behind them, shouting for everyone to step back and give her space.

Nowhere else to go, you’re forced that much closer to Jungkook as far too many people try to squeeze into the tiny kitchen. You’ve basically got him pinned against the counter, and you look away, then look back, extremely uncomfortable.

“Sorry,” you mouth, and he shakes his head like it’s not a big deal.

He does smell really good, you realize now that he’s this close. Not like he took a bath in Axe body spray or Drakkar Noir, as most of his frat bros do, just… warm and clean, with a hint of the good kind of boy musk, salt and skin. It’s a welcome distraction from the unbridled chaos of Hannah and her entourage.

“She’s gonna be sick,” someone warns, and you wince in preparation.

“Hannah, aim for the sink!” Another girl coaxes. You turn over your shoulder and watch as Hannah takes a few steps forward, legs quivering like a baby deer, then does a last-second pivot and vomits directly into the jungle juice.

“Oh, party foul!” One of the bros yells.

You squeeze your eyes shut and shake your head, and then Jungkook’s breath is ghosting over your neck and you can’t think about anything else. “Do you want to go to my room?” His voice is low, his lips inches from your ear.

You look up at him over the rim of your cup. “Yes, please.”

It’s only once you start walking that your mind is able to process what’s happening, and the panic sets in. Jeon Jungkook is guiding you through his packed frat house, his hand on the small of your back. Of course the crowds part for you like the fucking red sea, no throwing elbows required, because everybody loves him.

His bros greet him as he passes, “‘sup JK!”, and you try to avoid eye contact. You wonder how regularly they see this, him leading some wide-eyed girl up to his room to do what frat boys do best. Your stomach twists as you wonder what his expectations are, and what the fuck it is that you’ve just agreed to by saying yes.

You climb the stairs, his hand still pressed to your back, and he leads you to the first room on the left when you reach the top. When he opens the door and motions for you to step through, you’re surprised.

For one, it doesn’t reek of weed. It just smells like he does, but stronger, with a hint of fresh laundry. His bed isn’t made, but there are also no questionable stains on the black sheets, and he has four pillows and a bed frame, not just a mattress and box spring on the ground with one sad rectangle. There are some cups on the nightstand, but no ash tray overflowing with burnt out ends of blunts, no empty beer cans, and you can actually see the floor.

Not bad, you think to yourself, and then the anxiety presses in again as he shuts the door behind you. Nope. You are absolutely not doing this.

“Sorry about that,” he says with a laugh, rubbing the back of his neck with one hand. “These things get really crazy around finals season. I guess people need an escape in the form of mild alcohol poisoning.”

You cross your arms, unable to continue the polite conversation. “Look, I don’t know what you think is going to happen in here, but it’s not going to happen, okay?”

He steps back, his brow instantly furrowing. “Wait, what? Are you mad at me right now? I just figured you’d want to get out of the kitchen, since a girl was actively puking.”

“Don’t play dumb with me,” you say, not buying it.

“I-I’m not.” Jungkook seems genuinely flustered, enough that you realize he’s probably not acting. “I didn’t mean to make you uncomfortable,” he starts, and then he sighs, like he’s correcting himself. “But, I guess my intentions really don’t matter, because it seems like I did. So I’m sorry.”

You squint at him, wondering who the fuck taught this boy how to apologize so damn well. This is the first time you’ve ever heard a frat boy say “sorry” without it being immediately followed by “but” and then something so offensive that it negates the entire thing.

He waits for you to respond, then gestures to the door. “If you want to go, you can go. I just wanted to talk to you. I haven’t seen you at all since last semester, and I’m really glad you came out.”

The thought of going back downstairs is slightly more anxiety-inducing than staying in this room. At least here it’s quiet, and it smells nice, and he apparently is not actually trying to get into your pants. It really does seem like you read him wrong, you admit to yourself, and then you unceremoniously plop down on his carpet.

Jungkook doesn’t even try to hide the big smile on his face as he joins you on the floor, and you both lean back against the foot of his bed. He slips his feet out of his slides and you lean forward to pull your boots off.

“Like I said, I’ve been rotting away in my dorm room,” you remind him with a dry laugh.

“You should’ve texted me. I would’ve come rot with you.”

His words make you smile a little, but you’re still suspicious. “Uh-huh,” you intone as he takes another sip of his drink. “And what would we have done, Jungkook?” The question nearly makes you cringe; it’s like reading a bad sext out loud. You don’t know why you keep pushing him on this.

Maybe, a tiny part of your tequila brain whispers to you, you’re goading him so hard into saying that he wants to hook up because for a split second back there in the kitchen, you realized that’s what you want. But you’re a hyper-independent bitch who can’t ever admit to needing anything from anybody, so you need him to say it first.

You grit your teeth and give your head a nearly imperceptible shake, trying to shut that brain cell up.

“I don’t know,” he says with a shrug, like he really doesn’t. “Play video games?” He gestures to a Nintendo 64 in the corner of his room, hooked up to a large TV that’s mounted on the wall.

It’s certainly not the answer you expected, but you don’t hate it. You raise an eyebrow as if to challenge him. “Well, I will kick your ass in Mario Kart.”

He sucks gently on his lip ring as he looks you over, and there’s a glint in his eyes that you’ve never seen before. You’ve clearly tapped into something. “Oh, I highly doubt that.”

“Then prove it.”

Dropping out of shit-talk mode for a second, Jungkook gives a laugh that almost sounds embarrassed. “I should warn you, I get pretty competitive.”

You refuse to back down. “Better work on your gracious losing face, then.”

In acceptance of your challenge, you watch as he sorts through the bin of cartridges next to the console until he finds the one he’s looking for. He brings it up to his mouth and blows on it, some strange gamer ritual you’ve seen before but have never understood, and a shiver runs through you.

“Here,” he says, tossing you a dark blue controller, letting the cord unravel and plugging it into the port. “You can even use my favorite.” You take it in your hands and smile when you see the yellow Pokémon logo stamped across the center.

“You’re going to regret that when I beat you with it,” you retort, shrugging out of your jacket for optimum mobility. He’s grinning as he settles back next to you and the menu music starts up.

It turns out you’re pretty evenly matched in the Mario Kart skills department. You sail past him on the first course, easily finishing in first, but get entirely wrecked by a blue shell in course two and he’s able to clinch it no problem.

You would’ve expected more shit-talking based on his warning, but instead he’s just so focused, eyes wide, mouth wiggling his lip ring back and forth. It’s a little endearing. A lot endearing, really. You keep sneaking glances over at him as you start up the third and final course, wondering why he has to be so goddamn cute, why you’re incapable of finding a single flaw in him no matter how hard you try.

Forcing yourself to focus, you return your attention back to the screen, only to see that he has flown right by you and is far ahead in the lead. Oh, this simply will not do, you think to yourself, and then an item box hands you a perfectly-timed golden mushroom, and you see your path to victory.

You drift around the sharp corners, giving yourself a speed boost each time, and it’s just enough. “Get fucked,” you say with a giggle as Princess Peach cruises her way past Bowser into first place. You use the last few seconds of your mushroom power to put a solid amount of distance between your characters. There’s less than half a lap left, and absolutely nothing he can do to deny you of your win.

Or so you think, until he reaches over and drags his hand across your controller, forcing your joystick in the opposite direction and causing Peach to start driving in circles on the screen.

“What the fuck!” You scream, trying to smack his hand away, but he closes one of your hands in his and forces that down on the joystick, making your car go fully backwards. “You fucking cheater!”

“You’re the cheater,” he grunts, which doesn’t even make any sense, but pisses you off enough to reach for his controller to mimic his strategy. However, you fail to account for his evolutionary advantage of having longer arms than you; he’s easily able to scoot away while keeping his hand pressed down on your own. You see in the game that he’s inches away from overtaking you now, the fingers of his other hand stretching to work joystick and button at once.

“No!” You cry out in frustration, desperately trying to wriggle your hand free. You can’t just sit here and watch him steal this out from under you, so you dive hard to one side and yank the controller away at the same time.

It’s only a little too late that you realize you have once again made an uncoordinated lunge and ended up with far too much leftover momentum. He does not relent, and you underestimated the severity of his grip on your hand because when you fall over he comes with you, both of you toppling onto the carpet as the controller flies out of your grasp.

You end up flat on your back, and his reflexes are only barely fast enough to respond, his hands bracing the floor on either side of your head so he can avoid landing on top of you.

But that’s even worse, because now Jungkook is hovering over you, and you’re both breathing heavy, and his hair is falling in his eyes, and you don’t even know how but his thigh has managed to end up pressed between your legs.

For a moment, you don’t move or say anything, and neither does he. You just stay like that, staring at each other. Your eyes drop to his mouth, and then he cracks a smug grin.

“I told you I don’t like to lose.”

Your stomach flips as your panic rears back in full force, and you meet his gaze again. “Am I still supposed to believe you didn’t bring me up here to hook up?” Your voice is barely more than a whisper.

The smile drops off his face as his eyes search yours. “What do you want?” He asks, and you can hear the exasperation in his voice. “Because you’re the one who keeps talking about it.”

You falter, unable to come up with any witty retort because you know he’s right. Jungkook moves away from you and you sit up with a sigh. He scoots back a few more inches, giving you plenty of space, and reaches for the remote to mute the TV.

“It doesn’t matter what I want,” you say, your voice still soft. You can’t look at him, so you stare at the carpet instead. “That’s just alcohol and adolescent sex drive talking. It’s not a good idea.”

“Why not?” He doesn’t sound mad, but confused, like he wants to understand your thought process. Good fucking luck, you think to yourself.

You give him a look. “Because I’m not an idiot. Hooking up with a frat boy in his frat house is never a good idea.”

The way his face falls makes you feel like the biggest bitch on planet earth, and you desperately wish you could shove the words back in your mouth, that you were capable of shutting up for once in your goddamn life.

“Is that really how you see me?”

Of course it’s not. You know it’s not, and you hope he knows it too, despite your inability to ever actually say what you fucking mean. But you can’t stop yourself. The defense mechanism is fully engaged now.

“Jungkook, you are literally a frat boy. We are literally in a frat house. This is not a perception character judgment thing. It’s an objective facts of reality thing.”

He fixes you in his gaze, saying nothing, then sighs. “Why do you do that?”

Your heart sinks. “Do what?”

He shakes his head, worrying at his lip ring again, clearly a nervous habit. “I don’t know, it’s like… Sometimes I think you like me, but then you always throw a wall up at the last second. I just wish I knew why.”

That makes two of us, you think bitterly, but your heart is simultaneously cracking apart at how vulnerable he’s being with no hesitation. You’re almost jealous that he can just move through life like this, open and honest, so unafraid.

“I do like you,” you admit, and you open your mouth to add the qualifier, to put the wall up, but he speaks first.

“I like you, too. I’ve liked you for a long time.” This kid is going to be the death of you. “I’m not just looking to score, or whatever."

You pull your knees to your chest, crossing your arms over them, trying to shrink until you no longer exist. You start to shake your head. “Jungkook, I don’t–”

“See,” he cuts you off, “you’re doing it right now.” You groan and bury your face in your arms. “What is that? We like each other, why can’t that be enough?”

The question hangs heavy, because you know there’s no good answer.

Finally, you look up at him and sigh. “Because,” you start decisively. “You’re… you. And I’m me.” You gesture between the two of you. “We’re from different worlds.”

His face scrunches up a little, and it’s his turn to shake his head slowly. “I really don’t think we are. I think you’re just telling yourself that.” You can see he’s getting frustrated and you don’t fucking blame him. “And I don’t get how you can complain about sitting by yourself in your dorm room, but then keep blocking everyone out so that you’re always alone.”

“I like being alone!” The lie comes out reflexively before you can even think to stop it. You’ve said it so many times at this point that it almost feels true. “Alone is best.” You pause, and for a second you really wonder if you’re going to cry right now, on the floor of Jeon Jungkook’s bedroom, in his stupid frat house. “You can’t get hurt, or disappointed, or left behind if you’re alone,” you conclude. There it is. The truth, kind of.

“I wouldn’t do any of those things to you,” he says softly.

You just stare at him for a moment. The promise is too good to be true. It always is. “You can’t know that.”

He pauses, then nods once, staring back at you. “You’re right. But I don’t want to do those things. And I would try really hard not to. I just want to make you feel good. Whatever that looks like.”

You can’t help where your stupid tequila brain immediately takes the idea, and you let out a dry laugh. “Well, if that’s what you’re after, there’s really no chance.”

His brows pinch together, clearly not understanding. “What does that mean?”

“Many have tried, none have succeeded,” you say with a roll of your eyes, stretching your legs back out. “I am a puzzle that no man can solve.”

The realization slowly dawns on him, and his eyes widen. “Wait, are you saying you’ve never had a–”

You wave a hand in the air as if to shush him, and you cut him off. “Stop. Don’t be dramatic. I’ve had plenty of orgasms, courtesy of my vibrator and my showerhead.” Your face is a little hot from talking about this in front of him. “Just… only alone. The running theme here, apparently.”

He tilts his head, processing this new information. “So do you fake it?” You tell yourself you’re just imagining that he sounds a little upset.

You grimace. “With my high school boyfriend, yeah. He was my first everything, and we were so young. I was too embarrassed to say it, so I just let him believe he had a magical dick that brought me to orgasm at the exact same time as him every time.”

Jungkook huffs a laugh of disbelief.

“And after that,” you continue, looking down in embarrassment, “I don’t know, it’s pretty much just been hookups, and most usually don’t bother to ask. Some have tried for a while, and then given up…” The memories make you cringe. “It’s just uncomfortable. Hence the alone thing.” You give a half shrug. “It’s okay. My vibrator is nice.”

He says nothing, and you mentally kick yourself for oversharing. This is why the wall goes up, you think, but when you look at him, he’s already looking at you, and not in the way you expected.

In fact, you’re surprised to see that glint in his eyes again. He licks his lips, and you realize your pulse is racing.

“The way I see it,” he begins slowly, his voice low and even, “we have two options.” You raise an eyebrow, your interest piqued, and he continues. “Option one. You let me know, for real, that you’re not interested. You don’t have to tell me why, but you do have to mean it. And I’ll leave you alone, and you can go home and write your paper.”

Your mouth goes dry as you try to prepare for what might come next.

“Or, option two.” You swear his eyes darken as he says it. “You admit to me that you like me, and that you want me. And you let me take care of you. Which includes keeping you in my bed for as long as it takes me to make you come. I don’t care if it takes hours. I’ve got hours.”

He shrugs like he hasn’t just said the most devastating thing you’ve ever heard. “We can figure out the rest after. It doesn’t have to be anything you don’t want it to be. But it’s your call. I won’t be mad, whatever you choose. I just need to know.” He leans back on his hands, awaiting your choice.

“Jungkook,” you breathe. “You don’t know how tempting that offer is.” You try to say more, but he’s faster.

“Then say yes.”

You want to scream at him that it’s not that simple, that letting people all the way in is a door you slammed shut long ago, never to be opened again. But despite your best attempts, this cheeky, dorky, pierced and tattooed frat wonder boy has managed to wedge that door back open, just an inch. And it’s enough that now you can’t help but wonder what’s on the other side.

Maybe he’s right. Maybe it really can be that simple with him. Maybe safe doesn’t always have to mean alone. Isn’t that why you came to this party in the first place?

You let out a slow exhale, and then for the first time in your life, you decide to get out of your own way.

“Okay,” you say, and you have to work to keep your voice from shaking. “Yes. But,” you quickly add before he has a chance to react, “I don’t want this to turn into a big thing if…” you trail off. “You know. If I can’t.”

“Oh, I’m not worried about that.” He says with a self-assured smile, and you hate that it’s so hot. “I have a secret weapon.”

And then he opens his mouth and sticks his tongue out, and the end of a silver barbell winks at you.

Your jaw drops. “I’m sorry, you have a tongue piercing?!”

He smirks. “Got it a couple months ago. It’s fully healed now, so you get to be my maiden voyage.” You cringe and he laughs self-consciously. “Sorry, that sounded cooler in my head.”

You roll your eyes, but you’re laughing too as his hands reach for your ankles. He gently starts to pull you towards him and you cross your legs, scooting the rest of the way forward until your knees are touching his.

“Can I please kiss you now?” Jungkook asks, but you take his face in your hands and beat him to it.

Given his competitive streak, a part of you had expected everything about this to be rough and hard, but the way he kisses you is so gentle, it’s romantic. You’d forgotten what it’s like to be kissed like this, intimate and slow, not just a tongue shoved down your throat. Jungkook is continuing to prove to you what he already has time and time again: he is nothing like any man you’ve ever met.

You are really curious about that piercing, though, so you tilt your head and tentatively lick into his mouth. When you bump against the metal post he whines a little, and goddamn, you need to be in his bed right fucking now.

He must have the same thought because his hands run firmly over your hips and you both maneuver to your feet without breaking apart. You let him guide you backwards until your knees hit the end of the bed, and you sit down and gaze up at him, breathless from his kisses.

You’re a little nervous, you realize, but then you see the way he’s looking at you. “God, you are so fucking beautiful,” he murmurs, and your face flushes.

Jungkook ducks his head to kiss you again, moving you to lay down, and his hand finds the small of your back beneath you. You can’t help but smile when he uses the arm wrapped around you to effortlessly lift you up and scoot you backwards to the head of the bed. You lean against the pillows as his tongue returns to your mouth.

His fingers start to play gently at the hem of your shirt as if asking a question. You nod and he pushes it up, your lips breaking apart only for as long as it takes to pull it over your head before finding each other again.

You reach to do the same for him, but he makes an “uh-uh” noise into your mouth, then pulls away. “I want this to be about you.”

You can’t help but laugh. “Jungkook, that is incredibly sweet, and it can absolutely be about me. But I think you will severely hurt your chances of bringing me to orgasm if you’re wearing that creamsicle nightmare shirt while you’re doing it."

He raises his eyebrows for a split second like he’s weighing whether or not he should accept that challenge, but then he shrugs with a grin and pulls his shirt off over his head. His body is ridiculous, lithe and toned, and he inhales sharply when you run your hands up his chest.

You realize now, as he unhooks your bra and tosses it off the edge of the bed, then starts to kiss down your jaw, that Jungkook is vocal. He makes these breathy little sighs against your skin as he goes, and when you do something like scratch your nails over his back or dip your head to trace your tongue along his neck, he outright moans. The low, raw sound makes your pussy throb.

Noise during sex has always been weird for you; you felt like guys expected you to be loud, which is hard to do convincingly when you’re nowhere near satisfied. But none of the sounds he’s making now seem in any way performative. You can tell it’s just him enjoying your shared pleasure the same way he does everything– unashamedly.

So when he sucks gently at the place where your neck and shoulder meet, lightly running his piercing over the sensitive skin there, your eyes flutter closed, and you don’t hold back the noise he pulls out of you.

“Fuck, Jungkook,” you breathe, and you feel him smile.

You’re overwhelmed by all the different sensations his mouth can make against your skin. He kisses, licks, drags his tongue ring, and bites along your neck and your collarbones, working you until you couldn’t keep quiet even if you wanted to. His hands slide up your waist, coming to cup your breasts, and he tries similar experiments with his thumbs over your nipples: barely-there tapping, then firmer pressure in slow circles, then light pinches that make you gasp and writhe.

He’s clearly educating himself, paying close attention to your responses to figure out the best ways to touch you and take you apart. No one has ever cared this much about what actually felt good to you before; this is a far cry from the half-hearted two minutes of foreplay you’re accustomed to. He really does act like he’s got all the time in the world.

The thought of him touching and kissing you like this for hours is dizzying. Even if he can’t make you come, you don’t fucking care, everything he’s doing still feels incredible. It’s a hell of a lot better than writing a paper.

Jungkook groans into your skin as he mouths down to your breasts, and when he shifts, you can feel his erection grind against your thigh. The knowledge that he’s just as turned on by this as you are, paired with a deft flick of his piercing over your nipple, makes you whine loudly. Your core is already aching to be touched, licked, fucked– anything.

He reaches to unbutton your pants while his lips and tongue still work at the bud of your breast in his mouth. Your hips lift up at his touch and he pulls your jeans down, dropping your nipple from between his teeth so you can kick them the rest of the way off.

His hands slip under the band of your panties with a grunt so heady it’s nearly a growl, but instead of pulling them down, he loops the fabric around his fingers once and pulls up, so the lace is pressed tight against your dripping cunt. Even that small amount of friction makes you whimper, your hips rocking in desperate search of relief.

“Can I take these off?” He pairs the question with another firm tug, so the lace rubs right over your clit as your hips circle.

You don’t even have the breath to answer, you want it so bad; you can only nod.

He pulls your panties off, tossing them to join the rest of your clothes on the floor before moving down between your spread legs. You’re so wet for him now that just his breath on your core is enough to make you moan.

You brush his hair off his forehead and watch as he brings his mouth to your thighs, trailing lips and teeth upwards. With each pass, he comes so close to where you want him, where you need him, but deliberately stops just shy, teasing you. He runs his tongue along the crease where your hip and thigh meet, and the drag of his piercing on your skin makes you cry out, delirious with anticipation.

But then his mouth goes in the wrong direction. Rather than close the small amount of distance left to finally, finally make contact with your cunt, he shifts away from it. His lips and tongue trail back over your hips, your stomach, and up the valley between your breasts. You lift your head in disbelief to watch him, and you don’t think you’re going to make it– you’ve never been denied pleasure like this before. Your eyes start to sting like they might well up with tears.

He keeps going, lips moving from your neck to your jaw and then finally back to your mouth. You turn your head to the side, your breathing ragged.

“Jungkook,” you nearly sob, “please.”

His voice is hoarse when he murmurs in your ear with a dark laugh, “I was wondering how long it would take you to beg for it. You really held out on me.” He kisses you again and you whine in frustration as he sucks on your bottom lip. He pulls away with a smile. “Talk to me. Tell me what you need.”

Your head swims; you try to form words through your desperation. “I– fuck, anything, anything. Please, Jungkook, please.” You sound so wrecked, so needy, but if he wants you to beg, you’ll do it, gladly. You’re going to die if he doesn’t touch you soon. Your hips shudder up against his, your nails dragging down his back.

“Good girl, love it when you say my name like that,” he groans into the crook of your neck, and your pussy clenches around nothing, your brain short-circuiting at the praise.

He doesn’t drag it out any longer– you don’t think you’d survive if he did– and instead just shifts to settle back between your legs. His hands come to your thighs and you’re so keyed up that you jump under his touch as he spreads you wide open. You’re nearly clawing at the bedsheets in preparation to finally feel him after so long, but instead of his fingers or his tongue, something wet hits your clit.

It takes a second for your brain to process that he spit on you. Fuck.

You look up to see him looking at you, wide-eyed, like he’s only just realized what he did. “Sorry, I should’ve asked first. Was that okay?”

It was fucking hot, actually, but you’re so far gone that you can’t make the words happen. You can only nod and roll your hips up toward him.

“Jungkook, please,” you manage to whimper one final time, and he dips his head to press a kiss to your inner thigh.

“Don’t worry,” he murmurs against your skin, “I’ve got you.” And then he closes his lips around your clit.

“Oh my fucking god,” you moan, relief flooding through you like a shot in the arm. His movements aren’t that different from how he first kissed you, gentle and sweet, and your clit throbs when his lip ring rolls over it.

Jungkook’s mouth falls into a steady rhythm, and he’s groaning against your pussy like it feels good for him, too. Enthusiastic is the only way to describe the way he eats you out; you really do believe he could do this all day.

Alternating with the movement of his lips, he starts to incorporate long, slow licks of his tongue across your folds. There’s enough spit and slickness that his piercing slides right over your clit, and it’s a sensation like nothing you’ve ever felt before that has you bucking against his mouth. He whines mid-lick when you do, and the vibration rips through you, your back arching in response.

That earns you two of his fingers slipped into your cunt, and for the second time tonight, you think you might die. Your legs start to shake as his fingers curl inside you.

“Yes, yes, oh fuck,” you groan. You don’t recognize your own voice; you’ve never made noise like this before, but nothing’s ever felt this good. You’re coming undone in his hands, under his tongue.

He changes up the rhythm on your clit, moving between fluidly swirling his piercing over it and pulling it into his mouth for hard suction. The pleasure is still overwhelming, but something about the switch-up takes you out of your body and into your head, and you falter for a moment.

He’s been at this for a while, and he does seem to be enjoying himself, but even so, you start to feel self-conscious. Are you taking too long? Is his tongue getting tired? What if you still can’t come from this?

Your momentary silence and lack of movement must be enough to send Jungkook’s competitive edge into overdrive, because he grabs your thigh with his free hand as if to pull you even closer and fully buries his face in your cunt.

He flattens his tongue against you and starts to shake his head aggressively, wiggling his tongue with it, and the barbell tapping rhythmically at your clit has you gasping for air and grabbing at the bedsheets.

As if that wasn’t enough, he adds a third finger inside you, slowing down for just a moment to make sure you’re accustomed to the stretch. He runs his free hand up your thigh and lays it flat below your stomach, pressing down firmly on your lower abdomen. You don’t know what to expect– no one’s ever done it to you before, but when he resumes rocking his fingers back and forth against your front wall under that extra pressure, you nearly drench his hand in arousal, it feels so good.

“Fuck, Jungkook, fuck!” You moan, and you wonder if the whole party downstairs can hear. You sound like a goddamn pornstar, the kind of noises that are so ridiculous you’d think they were fake if you weren’t experiencing the insane, all-encompassing pleasure yourself firsthand. Here, in Jungkook’s bed, in his fucking frat house, getting eaten out like you’re his last fucking meal.

You can’t even remember what you were worrying about now. There’s no space left in your brain for it, and your pussy is already starting to flutter around his fingers as you feel the pressure building in your core.

Out of sheer desperation, you wind a hand through his hair and lift your hips up against his mouth, matching his rhythm. He looks up at you and moans around your clit, nodding his head, clearly trying to encourage you without letting his tempo slow.

His breathing is ragged and loud as you grip his hair and rock your hips, bumping your clit against his pierced tongue again and again and again, exactly the way you need it.

Your moans increase in pitch and pace as you feel your orgasm crest. He responds back in time, encouraging you, his voice coming from some raw, primal place as he grunts open-mouthed, “uh-huh, uh-huh” against your clit, and you can hear his fingers working your cunt so well, and it’s all too fucking much.

You come so hard, it makes you question if you’ve ever actually had an orgasm before. Hands gripping at the sheets, toes curling, legs shaking violently, back arching up off the mattress, all with a loud moan that’s more like a sob. You have never in your life felt anything this good.

Jungkook slows but doesn’t stop as the aftershocks roll through you, slowly moving his head up and down to lick flat, long stripes over your clit as you continue to shudder against his face. Your thighs pull together reflexively when you become too sensitive, and that’s when he finally relents, pulling off and out of you.

You stare up at the ceiling, trying to remember how to breathe and wondering if you really did die after all. There’s a loud bang on the door, but you’re too blissed out to even give a fuck, and it’s just one of his frat bros yelling “alright, JK!” from the other side.

At least they’re supportive of a woman’s pleasure, you think, and then you can’t help but laugh at the sheer insanity of it all. Jungkook slides up the bed to lay next to you, and he’s smiling as he wipes his face with his hand.

“I guess you didn’t fake that one, huh?”

You can only shake your head as you struggle to get your breath back.

“Holy shit, I feel like I should say thank you,” you eventually manage, and he laughs his perfect laugh. You roll over to bury your face in his shoulder. “What the fuck, Jungkook– I think I saw my life flash before my eyes. That was fucking crazy.”

Jungkook flips onto his side facing you, propped up on one arm, his other hand gently running back and forth along the curve of your waist. “What can I say? I play to win.” He can’t hide his satisfied smile as the official winner of your first ever non-solo orgasm.

You lean against him, allowing your eyes to close again as your pulse slows, and you sigh contentedly as he presses his lips to your hairline.

“What time is it?” He asks after a few minutes. “Do you need to go write your paper?”

You tilt back to shoot him a death glare. “Do not mention my fucking paper right now, Jeon Jungkook. I’m trying to bask in the glow here.”

He laughs again and pulls you closer. “My bad.”

“And besides,” your face softens, and your eyes trace down to his hand that’s now gently palming over the front of his pants, where you can see the bulge of his erection. “I believe you promised me hours.”

He raises his eyebrows slightly. “Oh, I’ll give you hours.”

Your pussy doesn’t feel anywhere near recovered, but you’re somehow also aching for him to fuck you. If that was only his head game, you genuinely don’t think you’ll survive sex with Jungkook. But you’re willing to die trying.

“Come here,” his voice returns to that near-growl and he crawls over you, one hand cupping your jaw as he brings his lips to yours.

This time when his thigh presses between your legs, it’s on purpose. Your clit still twitches at the contact, but the pressure is indirect enough that it only feels good, and you rock your hips slowly into him.

You’re desperate to see him, touch him, return the favor, and your hand slips between your bodies to grab him through his pants. You whine against his lips when you feel how thick he is in your hand, and you pull little gasps out of him as you slowly start to pump him over the fabric.

“Please fuck me, Jungkook,” you whisper when you break apart, begging for it the way you’ve learned he likes, your hand still working him.

He bites down hard on your neck with a laugh, like he can’t believe you’re real.

You start to unbutton and push down his pants and then he flips onto his back to do the rest, shedding pants and boxers at the same time. You can’t help but giggle a little at his apparent urgency, pleased that he needs you just as bad, as he yanks his nightstand drawer out, retrieves a condom, and rips it open with his teeth.

But that urgency is gone once he’s hovering over you, cock teasing at your entrance, your knees bent and legs spread for him. It’s replaced by that same look in his eyes, those same gentle kisses, and arousal pooling in your belly at the realization that he really could do this for hours. But you need him now.

“Please,” you whisper one more time, and he groans against your throat as he pushes into you.

His pace is slow, hips rolling fluidly, and you’re still so sensitive that your walls flutter around him with each thrust. The thickness of his cock feels just as good as you thought it would. You moan loudly, arching back against the pillow, as his head drags over your sweet spot.

“God, you feel so fucking good,” he groans, his voice ragged. He keeps rolling his hips, stroking so slow and deep that it’s pleasure and torture all in one. 

Jungkook must be a fast learner, because when he thrusts into you one more time and you whine in response, the same strangled noise you made when he teased your cunt, he knows what you need. You don’t even have to beg for it.

His hands slide along the backs of your thighs and he pushes, just a little, folding your legs up so your pelvis tilts to give him full access to your cunt. And then he picks up the pace.

The pleasure is overwhelming as he bottoms out inside you over and over, and you’re already close to the edge of a second climax. You rake your nails down his back and his hips move even faster, both of you moaning with every thrust. The sound of skin on skin is so loud it’s obscene; there’s no way the whole party doesn’t know what you’re up to by now.

You don’t give a shit. You hope they’re all jealous.

Your legs start to shake as the pressure in your core builds, and you’re suddenly in dire need of release all over again. You move to reach a hand down between your legs, but Jungkook doesn’t miss a thing.

He lets go of one of your thighs to knock your hand away, replacing it with his own, his thrusts never slowing. You watch this time as he spits on your clit again, and then starts to rub circles over it.

It’s a touch you’ve felt before, fast and hard, usually performed by a guy who has no idea what he’s doing, and usually painful as all hell.

But Jungkook is very obviously a fucking expert in his field, and he must know that when you’re as slick as you are from his mouth and your own arousal, and you’ve already come once, and you’re this insanely turned on and desperate for it, it doesn’t hurt at all. Your hips lift up off the bed because right now, it’s fucking perfect.

“Oh my fucking god, Jungkook, fuck, yes, don’t stop–” you cry out, and your last moan is nearly a scream as you come all the way undone for him. Your cunt squeezes tightly around his length, and he only has to rut into you a few more times before he’s coming, too, with a loud groan of your name.

His head drops onto your shoulder as he finishes, gasping for breath. You lean back against the pillows, still shuddering a little but entirely spent, fucked out of your mind.

You’re only vaguely aware of what’s happening when he pulls out of you, or when the bed shifts as he gets up to dispose of the condom, then collapses back down next to you with a dazed sigh.

You roll into him, still lost for words, and he wraps both arms around you. You can hear his heart thudding hard in his chest, the same tempo as yours.

A laugh rips through you as you play the last few moments back and remember his hand shoving your own away. You look up at him. “So what are you, in charge of my orgasms now? Did I sign a contract tonight?”

“No,” he gives a small smile, and you see a blush creep up his neck at the reminder of something done clearly in the heat of the moment. “I don’t know. No one had ever made you come once before, so… I just wanted to do it twice. Set a new number to beat.”

You roll your eyes, but you can’t hide the grin on your face. “I’m not a video game, Jungkook.”

“Nope,” he laughs, tightening his grip around you. “You are so much better.” He ducks down to kiss you gently.

You’re still smiling when he moves to rest his chin on your head. “And you are better than my vibrator.”

There’s a comfortable pause, and then you decide you may as well do what you do best and ruin everything. “So, is now the time when I ask you the phrase that every frat boy dreads to hear?” You start, and he’s already looking at you when you glance up again. “What are we?”

He shrugs, looking totally nonplussed. “That’s up to you. I will literally go out there right now and announce to the entire party that you’re my girlfriend and I’m the first man to ever make you come, if that’s what you want.”

You press your face to his chest and laugh self-consciously. “Well, I think they already know about the second part. I wasn’t exactly quiet.”

His lips brush against your temple. “Don’t be. I want them all to know who’s fucking you right.”

You sigh, wondering how on earth this kid is real. There’s a big part of you, especially with the high of two orgasms rattling around in your brain, that wants to take the leap right now, straight into the unknown. You want to trust him fully, but you’re still scared of the uncertainty, the potential for disaster. It’s been a long time since you let someone all the way in.

“But the G word…” you say nervously. “That’s a lot for me, at least right now.”

“Okay,” Jungkook says simply, and when you meet his gaze, the look on his face betrays no hurt feelings or hidden agenda. It makes you feel like it really is okay. “We can be whatever you want,” he continues. “I’m not going anywhere.”

You can feel yourself getting emotional, and you bring your cheek to his chest again, hoping he can’t tell. “Well, whatever label we put on it, you are eating me out like that at least once a week.”

“Once a week?” He huffs softly. “How about once a day?” He shifts slightly to trail kisses along your neck. “Actually,” he murmurs in your ear, “I could go for seconds right now…”

You laugh and shove against his chest. “Hey, I’m still getting used to this brave new world over here. If you make me come again tonight I think I might literally die in your bed.” He relents with a smug smile and a kiss pressed to your cheek.

“But if you wanted to wake me up that way tomorrow…” you offer, and he gets that goddamn look in his eyes, the one that may forever be known as the look that ruined your life.

“Oh, I think we can make that happen.”

#jungkook x reader #jungkook smut #jungkook x y/n #bts smut #bts x reader #the spins

[akaashiwaifuuwu]

dress - taylor swift

Lee felix and fem reader

Warning : smut, yn ex is a jerk, very fluffy, last part is inspired by friend (season2 ep 4), being called slut (that's it ig)

(An: I have exams going on its my half yearly, it will end tomorrow plus it's durga puja knocking was very busy with shopping and all I hope you all like it, please interact with my works as it helps me !!)

MINORS DO NOT INTERACT !!

you broke up. It's done. All those things just flashed infront of your eyes, the memories, the kisses, the I love yous, it's all gone, he was cheating on you this entire time.

It meant nothing to him, but it meant everything to you all those 4 years went to a vain, he was manipulating you, mental and physical abuse which you ignored because you were so in love with him. They say in love every wrong becomes rights.

"Excuse me, you will catch cold" your dull eyes meet a boy who have freckles. "Are you okay?" He was holding the umbrella above both of you and you nodded yes "tell me, what's bothering you" that's it. You broke down.

He was scared "can I touch you?" He asked and you replied yes causing him to hug you and you cried harder. "Let's get you home, you will get sick yeah?" You nodded.

"I don't know where you live" that guy said "oh, I'm felix, lee felix" he smiled at you "im y/n and I live here" you pointed him your block "no way, i live here" he smiled "your smile gives comfort" you looked down "well, see you soon" he said "don't you wanna come in?" You turned around

"wouldn't it be a problem for you?" He looked at you "not really" you look dull "well we can-" you were cut off my him "I can come some other day okay?" He smiled and went back waving you goodbye.

It has been 3 months since the break up, will you say you're over him? no. You haven't met that guy since that day, you wanted to show him your gratitude.

"Oh my God, we met finally, I was waiting for you to call me, I'm hurt that you didn't" that voice. You turned around to see it was your ex. You wanted to run away. He grabbed your wrist "let's go yeah?" You grabbed his hand which was holding your hand "you're inflicting me pain".

"Me? i could never ever hurt you" He yelled "it's you who hurts me, you know I love you" you were going to give in but his grasp was so tight, you were pretty sure you have bruise now.

"Look she is hurt, let her go mister" ah that freckle boy you saw, he had 7 more ppl they all look so strong "okay whatever you got new people to fuck, enjoy being a slut".

You were crying, again. You were hurt, again.

"I dare you to say that again" the freckle boy said "she is a-" he stopped "whatever, she is a pathetic whore" uh oh "that's it" felix walked towards him and you tugged him, his eyes soften.

You were there, you can't hear anything. "Hey, yn you're okay?" You smiled and walked away. You were so dumb, stupid, so in love.

Felix ran upto you. "Hey, let's go out" he said, the freckled boy heard a whimper as he turn around he saw you crying. Soon you bursed into tears

"Was I not good enough?" You dont know him, yet you trust him.

Here you are, it has been 2 years since that messy break up took place, you and felix have been extremely close, he is studying computer science and you're doing law.

It's peaceful being with him. Comfortable silence you know? It's not awkward.

"Yn" he called you out

| say my name and everything just stops |

"Yes?" You looked at him. Oh how you melted. "I bought KitKat for you!" He exclaimed smilingly. "You remember?"

"Obviously baby" ah. That nickname which makes you wanna scream, yell, rip off your hairs, you were flabbergasted. He held his hands out "let's go?" And you hold his hand back 'webtoon typa shit' you told yourself.

You were walking peacefully when felix told you to go back you were confused and you heard someone call out your name as you turn back, him.

you were in shock. Felix pulled your hand and you both started walking away. "I didn't feel anything" you were dull "I moved on" you smiled and felix wiped your tears.

It's okay yn, you did it, you thought to yourself.

felix was knocking at your door while saying "yn yn yn yn yn yn-" you finally opened the door "oh my god what do you want, it's 3 am, 3 AM!" You looked at him "it actually 3:15 am but nevermind I saw your lights on so I thought to check up on you" wow, wait what? "What were doing late night?" You looked concerned "Stop making that face or else you will get wrinkles".

Deadass. "Okay okay I wasn't able to sleep" you stopped blocking the door and he let himself in, he saw all the notes, books scattered "Woah there, you're cramming?" He looked at you "im sleepy" you said "you ain't wearing a bra?" He was flabbergasted "buffon, I will sleep and you expect me to wear bra while I'm at my room?".

Fair point.

"Let's sleep" felix took your hands and turned off the lights "you can sleep?" You looked at him "my room was cold and I guess I need something warm enough" he smiled while you both lay down. "What are we?" You both looked at eachother, he replied "anything you wants us to be" oh that stupid smile.

| I don't want you like my bestfriend |

Your head was resting on felixs arm. You both were close. Very close. But you were too sleepy to notice anything. Once you closed your eyes felix heard your snores and you turned to him while grabbing his waist. It's normal for you both to cuddle.

In your dream you both had a family and cute little family, where he took care of you both. It was amazing.

You woke up and saw him holding you tightly as if you were a glass which he doesn't want to let you go and slip so that you will break. The way when you broke he picked every piece of you. He is holding you so that you don't break again.

Your heart flutters, bestfriends feels like this right? Once you removed his hair covering his forehead "yes angel?" He looked at you. You are stucked. You just wanna be his.

Today's class was so hectic "lix" you yelled while hugging him and you saw his friend circle "ayo how's you" minho looked at you, you smiled at him.

Oh how jealous he was "soooooooo" hyunjin came and looked at you "Are you dating?" Hyunjin got a no from you "let's go on a date then".

Felix stopped working. "Well I like certain someone if something doesn't work with them, you can be my side chick" you winked at him.

"If he can't fuck you, you're most welcome to come towards me, I bet my fingers will help you" he smiled "anyways" you looked at felix "why don't we watch some movies".

Felix. His name gives you endorphins. You just want him to hold you. "Morning" you heard while you met him on your way to shopping market "youre coming with me" he smiled at your command "Where are we going?" He laughed.

While you were trying on cloths he was taking your packages "how's this dress?" He looked at you "wow, you look amazing" he whispered as if something took his breathe away "look at the back it's so pretty" backless. It was backless.

Right now at the party you were wearing the same outfit with heels and red lipstick. People were looking at you. Felix was definitely flabbergasted.

| only bought this dress so you can take it off |

Here you were kissing him while holding his collars and his knee on between your legs. You were at his place. While whimpering and grinding on his knee while he was kissing you "you looked so pretty, hard to touch". He said as he started removing your heels.

From lips to legs he kissed every inch of your body. "You're so ethereal honey" he removed your dress, you felt so surreal. "I love you" you said it, you were vulnerable and you did. "I love you too, my love"

"Fuck youre this wet?" You were shy "im sorry" you looked away "why are you apologizing?" He looked at you "my ex told me being wet is bad, it means im a slut and get turned on by everyone" you looked at him.

"Oh fuck that bitch, being wet is good and normal there's nothing to apologize for, my love" he took you to his bed.

"Ethereal" he look at your face, "I can fuck you better than hyunjin".

"May I have your consent?" He looked at you "yes darling" he took off his cloths and your bra and panties "wow, I got no words, I'm so mesmerized by you"

He played with your clit causing you to moan, and then he licked your pussy while playing with your clit, you grabbed his hair, while trying to close your leg between which you were unable to due to his head.

"I will come please please" he smiled while inserting the finger and playing with the clit.

Your head rested on your bed "oh you came" you smiled and you looked so fucked up, "how do you feel?" You were not able to answer at all "your leg is still shaking? You won't be able to handle me take rest baby".

"No no no I need you please" you grabbed him while crying "okay okay okay, have me all you want" he said while wearing the condom.

He said while inserting himself and grabbed him so hard, it felt amazing and you screamed, "aw are you feeling good?" He said while thrusting himself "you're so cute" he smiled.

"Felix" you moaned and clenched so hard "fuck baby, you're clenching so hard" you're about to cum and he is too.

He went deep and slow "felix" you screamed and came and he came inside you.

It's morning, "sleeping beauty smh" hyunjin was walking while you woke up and you had cloths on? How? "hyujin, how many times I gotta tell you? This is real life not some texting shit" minho glared at him "whatever" hyunjin threw his head back "180 degree, 20 minutes" once hyunjin heard it, he shut up.

"Yn you're up" bangchan looked at you the atmosphere was too serious "okay I pull up" you said thinking it will lift the vibes "that's the worst way you can try to change the atmosphere, yn you have skill issues" minho walked.

"So are you two official?" Changbin interrupts "what are you talking about?".

"You're wearing his clothes the hell bro?" Jisung said while drinking coffee, you layed down on his bed and turned facing his bed while kicking your feet and giggling, "are you stupid?" Seungmin added "stupidly in love with felix" you mumbled but you were pretty sure no one was able to catch it as your face was pressed into the bed.

"Pardon?" Jeongin asked "nothing" you got up "where's felix?" Once you looked at the guys, you saw they guys closed their eyes, "yn wear pants" chan scolded you "im wearing look" you lifted your shirt but they still didn't open their eyes.

"You know what I will find felix" you sighs heavily, while walking towards kitchen "you're awake" he made a comment "so about yesterday, what are we" you asked him "clearly not bestfriend" he laughed.

"Gimme kiss" you pouted "brush your teeth" he looked at you "okay daddy" you walked away.

Once you were back you saw the guys at the kitchen "you both had sex?" chan banged his hands to the table "okay okay it happened but I like her and she likes me too, it's mutual" chan saw you.

"You didn't even said that to me?" Chan looked so hurt. "You didn't even said you liked her" chan looked at you "I thought I don't have chance so it would've been better".

"You betrayed me" chan looked at you "you know the time, when we heard chan moaning it's cause he was sending a girl memos of him moaning and she gave him money" everyone gasped "how did you know?" Chan exclaimed while pointing at felix "who told you" the pointing fingers turned into minho "you're a death meat" minho looked away.

"Minho have a third nipple" chan exclaimed "you bitch" minho gasped while everyone looking at him "hyunjin pays money to girls to tell him he's a bad boy, and degrade him" minho pointed him "if im going down im taking everyone with me" minho smiled proudly.

"Guy's we are forgetting felix and yn are dating" changbin reminds "okay so we didn't confess but yn would you like to be my girlfriend?" He looked at you "I can't comprehend what just happened but yes I would love too and minho you have a third nipple?" You smiled "don't remind them" minho whispered.

#stray kids comfort #stray kids fluff #stray kids smut #skz smut #skz felix #lee felix fluff #lee felix smut #lee felix #lee felix x reader #lee felix imagines #felix smut #felix fluff #lee know #lee minho #bang chan #changbin #seungmin #jeongin #lee felix smuts #kpop smuts

[bomboncito0]

♡Another Day♡

[Disturbing/ Somewhat Yandere Content/Swearing]

♡Prologue 2♡

I decided to wake up extremely early to finish up some homework because last time I didn't do it and trein pulled me aside and scolded me.

Luckily having all my belongings in my bag I had my movies and CDs.

So I decided to watch Scarface.

As the movie played in the background and finished up my homework I noticed that the sticky notes I had left in my notebook were gone.

Did I drop them?

I thought about last week.

Oh yeah I made Floyd mad and told him to shut the fuck up nobody cares.

And he got pissed cuz he spoke to me first tf.

I forgot what he said but it made me mad enough to say something to him.

And then Malleus showed up and I got mad at him for trespassing.

And I guess I made some new friends because epel gave me an apple carving and I took a picture of it with the camera crowley gave me.

I thought cater hated me after I got mad at him.

But the dude said he's cool with me??

Azul was talking to me about making a contract or a deal of some sort while Jade was next to him with the biggest smile.

"Um no? Shit sounds like a scam" I said walking away.

I'm not dumb enough to work for that money hungry capitalistic scammer.

And to be bullied by those two psychopaths. Not worth it.

I decided to make money by helping sam and today he wouldn't need help but tomorrow he would.

To open a guest room I'm still renovating the whole dorm just cleaning it and fixing the furniture I don't have the money to buy stuff which I only need cleaning supplies.

Oh yeah after classes ends Vil demanded I go pick up paint from the front gate from the delivery man since rook is busy with the science club and epel with the spelldrive club.

And then Trey asked me to help him bake a cake for an upcoming unbirthday party.

I don't think I'll be able to eat for a while nothing is affordable.

With all the greed and corruption.

I decided to help them even though I do not like them maybe they won't bully me or make my life hell if I help em.

*Knock*

I look up from my notebook. Is someone knocking!?

I'm not opening the door I'm not fucking stupid I reached over to turn the lamp off only the tv was on I turned it off as sat on the floor.

*knock*

Who could be knocking at 4 in the morning??

I waited until they stopped knocking and turned the lamp back on also the tv and went back to doing my home work.

☆♡☆

"Who's even up at 4 in the morning doing homework??" Ace said.

"Me!" I said proudly.

"I didn't even finish mine!" Grim said "You should've done what (f/n) did!" Deuce said sighing."But someone knocking on your door at 4 in the morning is scary!" Ace said."That's what I'm saying!" I said looking at ace.

We did the usual and Epel was with us yapping about Vil and Rook.

"Jeez! They both sound like a big ass pain in the ass!" Ace says."They sure do!" Deuce said.

"How is your skin so clear (f/n)? I do my skincare routine and I still get zits!" Epel said looking at me."I ain't got one! I just wash my face with water and put face lotion on and thats it!" I said looking up from my notebook.

"Vil would scold you if he knew!"

"I ain't in his dorm and he can't boss me around!" I said closing my notebook.

"That's the spirit Henchhuman!" Grim said.

☆♡☆

I rushed to put my books away as I ran to the gate to get Vil's paints he needs them for his film research club I don't know why he asked me maybe because I walked in at the wrong time as he had just gotten off his phone and he looked me dead in the eyes.

Well shit whatever.

I ran and ran grim decided to chill at the courtyard with ortho.

I reached the gate and the delivery man was just waiting there."Good day! Just sign here!" He said handing me a clipboard with a paper requiring a signature.

"okay! Thanks!" Signing it as you take the paint and close the gates.

Running back inside the massive school looking for the film research club. Looking around confused asf still ain't used to this big ass school.

Okay I found it.

Vil was expecting you already by the door his arm's were crossed and a stren look on his face.

"You are late, Potato I've asked of you to be on time."Vil said. What? "Do you know how far the gate is?" I said looking at him. "And I asked you to be here on time. You're fifteen minutes late!" Vil said.

Tf is this dude's problem? I ain't in the mood to fight right now.

"That's crazy! I gotta go!" I said putting the paint on the table and running off before he could bitch to me again

☆♡☆

A few more minutes before club's were over I was waiting for ace and deuce so we could head over to Heartslaybu dormitory I'd help trey and they'd do their homework.

Apparently Cater was supposed to help him but he had plans or some shit.

I just looking around in the courtyard looking at the apple trees and birds chirping and flying around.

"I just wanna go to the dorm and finish Scarface!" I said whining like a little bitch.

"We get free cake!" Grim said.

"Mf is food all your gluttonous ass ever thinks about?" I asked looking at him

Always bitching about the quality of tuna always asking whats for breakfast or making me pile food for his hungry ass and then dinner and I got wash the dishes n shit bro.

"Hah you don't even eat!" Grim says looking at me. No shit being homesick does something for you.

"(F/n)!" Deuce waved as he ran carrying his books he's gonna trip and fall how much you wanna bet? I'm betting a cuban cigar.

"Sorry I'm-" Deuce tripped as his books went flying smacking tf out of grim as grims head slammed into the back of the bench.

"Oh shit motherfucker!"I said getting up grim was seeing the stars and deuce was face flat on the floor helped Deuce up from the floor "You almost smoked grim and yourself what did you trip on?? Air??" I asked him as I scooped grim up and picked deuce's books up.

☆♡☆

Ace arrived and we headed out to the mirror chambre and headed out to heartslabyul. Grims bitch ass was already talking about eating cake and Ace was talking about how practice sucked because of Floyd's mood swings and all that shit. We made it to the lounge.

"Damn this place is massive" I said looking around this some Fancy Nancy type shit. "(F/n) glad you could make it" Trey said with a smile."yep" Is all I said idk tf do I say?

"I can't-!" I cut grim off "Nah you didn't do yo homework so you get to go with ace and deuce" I said I hate to be a bitch but grim need to his work he didn't do it today and Crewel was on his ass and then he started asking me why grim didn't do it!Ace laughed as I gave him an annoyed grim.

♡☆♡

"What do you need me to do???" I asked confused asf I ain't no fucking cake expert last time I made in cake it was with honeybuns m&ms and peanut butter which was long ago. "Those dishes aren't going to wash themselves are they?" Trey said while getting taking out cake from the oven. This mf wanted me to do the dishes smh.

I washed them real good because he was making two cakes for the unbirthday party and a strawberry tart.

"Why, good to see you here Trickster!" Rook said popping his head out from the door "good to-" What!? I turned my head to look at rook who was looking at me. "What the hell???" I said as I looked at him confused. "Fufu~!" Rook giggled as smiled and then closed the door.

I looked at trey who was focusing on making frosting who the hell did he see him or he's playing dumb or some shit! "Fufu~" !? I looked up and saw Lilia looking down at me! "Ain't no way!" I said looking at him confused since when did they show up! "What are you doin up there Lilia??" I asked confused cuz what if he falls and fucks everything up!?Trey still didn't even notice!? Does he know they are here!? "Pardon me for being late! Azul asked of me to run some errands for him." Jade said as he walked in I looked up and Lilia was gone!

"Trey, I'm done." I can't speak anymore!? Since when can I not fucking talk!? "What was that (f/n)?" Trey asked not turning around. My mouth feels as if it's glued shut?? I just walked out with thinking twice, wandering the confusing halls of heartslabyul they probably on the lounge now because I'm not going into any random ass room.

"(F/n) over here!" Ace said waving you over "we're gonna head over to the library! Deuce misplaced his text book!" Grim said laughing.

"Oi it was an accident I didn't even notice!" Deuce said. "Come on hench human!" Grim said.

It's just another day....

☆Okay Author here I'm gonna start with the yandere, platonic,etc stuff the 2 chapters I've made so far are both just the prologue to help yk anyways thanks for the support I really appreciate it. 👏🏼 sorry for errors english is not my first language.

#bomboncito0 #yandere twst x reader #yandere twst #yandere twisted wonderland

[inconsistentwriting]

Painkiller

Pairing: Leon x GN Reader

It wasn’t your first sleepless night. At this point you might wait for the sun to rise on you. It’s better than tossing and turning around in bed. 04:57. The clock marked the time and you realized it, it was the third time this week. You had to depart on a mission tomorrow, Spain awaited you and your partner. Who might be the unlucky bastard that got himself tied to you? You tried asking around before, but no one seemed interested in telling you. The poor soul seemed like a ghost story among the other agents, much like yourself. Yet, you wouldn’t wish anyone the pain of dealing with a demanding mission next to someone like you.

-”No one deserves to be stuck with an asshole like me. Though thinking about it, if he was as feared as he appeared, maybe he is just as bad as me.”

You talked into nothing, as if expecting an answer. The HQ was silent. Mostly everyone was asleep. You felt jealous. Insomnia wasn’t new for you, you have dealt with it all your life. Yet, before the outbreak, six years ago, you had a better way of coping. You look back into those days with a sense of nostalgia. You look back to your days as a singer. The bar you worked at was always so full of people. They used to cheer your name and love your performances. You knew some of the regulars by name and even became friends with a couple of them. Looking back you realize, most of them are dead, aren’t they? You’ll never forget, nor forgive what happened in the last days of September.

-”What am I even doing? Playing babysitter to the president’s daughter? What kind of idiot am I? I didn’t sign up to be a playmate, I signed up to make the people responsible for what happened in Raccoon City pay. Such a good fucking agent I am.”

You thought of getting a drink, but alcohol never made you feel better. Well, if insomnia was going to act as a bitch, you might as well make yourself some coffee. After all, a long day awaited you. You picked up your headphones. You decided to try using some music, it used to soothe you back then. Maybe old habits die hard. You didn’t know what else to try. As you walked into the kitchen of the base you discovered somebody already had beat you with the coffee machine. You looked at the pot and decided to serve yourself some of the drink. As you were filling your mug you heard a deep voice calling from behind you. 

-”That was my coffee, gorgeous.”

Great. The only other person awake and you had to run into him. You turned around, ready to apologize but you got cut short at the sight of the man resting on the doorframe.

-”Leon? Is that you?”

-”In the flesh. Early morning for you, partner?”

-”Partner? Oh god, don’t tell me you are the person I got paired up to go to Spain with.”

-”Sharp as ever. It’s been a really long time, hasn’t it?”

-”Hell yeah it was. Last time I saw you was like, six months ago, at that one party.”

-”Right. You almost gave a performance that night, right?”

-”That was the alcohol speaking, I told you I don’t sing no more.”

-”A shame I never got to see you on stage. I wish I had moved into the city a couple of days before it all blew to hell.”

-”I know.”

Talking with Leon was easy, and at the same time, it was extremely difficult. You two had been friends since you met, during the outbreak. Leon and you kept each other alive and built a strong bond. Even so, he was very against the idea of you joining the life of a special agent. Something about it being too dangerous, like you didn’t survive Raccoon City just like he did. After all the training he subsided a little. It wasn’t that surprising since you were the only person in your camp able to beat Major Krauser in hand-to-hand combat. Still, the overprotective bone in his body hadn’t quite left him.

-”Why are you awake? And before you say anything, I just arrived at the base, that’s why I am not sleeping.”

-”Just… Insomnia is being an ass again. And I don’t have the healthy mechanisms I used to have. It’s been a pretty fucked up week. I just hope Spain has a different thing planned for me.”

 -"I understand. Sleep is a privilege I can't always afford either. Are you going to be okay though? I don't doubt your capability but if insomnia is kicking your ass you should take some vacations."

-"People like us don't get vacations, Leon. Besides, I'm okay. I'll probably get some rest on the plane."

-"Whatever you say. But if you start acting all zombie like I'm sending you back home."

-"If I started acting all zombie like you'd have to shoot me. After what happened back then I wouldn't risk it."

-"Don't even joke about that. I'm sure if you became a zombie you would be one of those really hard to kill assholes."

-"So… Just myself but the difference is I'm infected?"

-"Haha, pretty much."

The air felt lighter. His laugh did such a good job at keeping you grounded. What was it about him that brought only the good memories, as if you didn't meet each other during the most traumatic experience ever. You hated it, but you loved it so much. 

-”You always have the weirdest of ways to make me feel better, you know that? I can be having a horrible sleepless night and then you just come in and tell me what type of zombie I’d be and suddenly I don’t feel that bad anymore. Talk about a mystery painkiller.”

-”Pretty sure you are the only person in the base that feels that way.”

-”Better. I wouldn’t want other people taking up the time of my painkiller.”

-”Didn’t peg you for the jealous type.”

-”I’m not. I just haven’t seen you in around half a year. It’s been some hard nights without you to bother.”

-”Alright partner, I’ll be sure to not disappear for this long anymore.”

-”Please do. Ibuprofen just doesn’t feel the same.

We kept talking for the rest of our time before taking our plane. Though, it didn’t feel like we were talking about my insomnia anymore.

#resident evil #resident evil fanfiction #gn reader #leon x reader #leon kennedy

[weaponizedhorse]

This post is really long but God I'm pissed

I am now positive this one pharmacy lady is trying to fuck me over whenever possible. I called the pharmacy like over a week ago to see what day I could pick the other part of my pain med prescription and I was told it was the 5th which is today. So I call today today and the lady said "okay yes I see a note here to fill it I will get that started" then she calls me back and says "oh it can't be filled til tomorrow" and "you should have enough til Monday" okay first of all my prescription is not broken up into two parts out of some reason to stop me getting all my medication at once because I am druggie or some shit. And my Dr specifically does not post date the two prescriptions so she wants me to pick them up as soon as I can. I specifically ask to get it in two parts cause your stupid pharmacy never has enough to fill the the entire 140 and now I get 168 so they DEFINITELY do not have enough.

But it's odd to say that I shouldn't be able to get it til tomorrow because when they actually try to fill it and it's too soon I get a text message. Every time without fail. But I didn't get one. This is the second time I have not gotten that text with the same pharmacist. It has never failed otherwise. I was suspicious last time now I am certain she is lying. So I tell her that I didn't get a text message and she says "well I don't know why it didn't send, but you know I'd love to give you your medication" like yeah sure you would.

So I ask if this is an insurance thing or an FDA thing (cause if it's an insurance I will just pay out of pocket I have an FSA I'd really rather not go downtown tomorrow cause we have shit to do this weekend) and she give me some kind of half answer "oh well I don't know blah blah" yes you do know you have that information right Infront of you. Whatever. I hang up and go look at my CVS account and it says my medication has been "placed on hold due to insurance as a courtesy" so I call back and I relay what CVS account says and she says "oh well I don't know the reason it gives blah blah" (yes you very much do cause every other pharmacist can tell me exactly if it's cause of the FDA or if it's insurance) and so I told her I said "I have stuff to do this weekend and the next time my mom would able to pick my medication is on Monday but she works til 7 so and I would have less than half a days medication so I won't make it to that time so if it's an insurance thing I will just pay out of pocket" and

So she says "fine. I can do the 30* for cash." In this extremely curt and shrill voice like she was very upset she was having to do this. Like stop acting like the fucking pain killer police that is not your job. Wanna know whose job it is? My fucking doctor. And this lady is definitely not a doctor.

tbh I don't even think that my insurance won't pay for it. I think that is just the reason she input into the system as an excuse to put my medication on hold and is now running it without insurance to spite me. Because if insurance didn't cover it I still would have gotten a text message.

#30 is the amount of pills they supposedly only have #which is not even half of what I am supposed to be picking up today #and honestly I kinda think that that is also a lie

[fetchmearum420]

EVEN MORE 1776 FACTS BECAUSE I HAVE A LOT MORE:

-While the show was out of town in Connecticut, the show was MUCH different. It was a little over 3 hours long. Benjamin Franklin had a song to which we all know as the infamous “Increase and Multiply” that could make anyone’s ears bleed. We actually saw Franklin and Adams go to New Brunswick, where the entire Congress changed into continental army uniforms and they were stationed in their spots where they sat in Congress. The courier was the drummer boy for Mamma Look Sharp. There was another woman in the show, a wh*re. That was the scene in the tavern. There was the whole scene where Franklin and Adams argued over if the window should be open or closed. There was even a scene where the Continental army all shot flying ducks and they were all at the edge of the stage, holding their guns up to the sky and shot these ducks. The music was extremely loud and upbeat and it was certainly a moment. So much had to be cut before DC and Broadway. Oh and the number The Egg got added halfway through the Connecticut tryout. And I’m pretty sure McKean had his own little song cuz there’s a cut number from 1776 called “Manual of Arms” and it sounds like it would be written for McKean. There’s also two other cut songs called “Gloomy, Gloomy Doom” and “Are You That Man?” All can be found on YouTube. Oh yeah, and “Times running Out” was in there as well and an extended version of “Is Anybody There?” Which I’ll share the lyrics right now:

“I have been in expectation, of receiving a reply, on the subject of my last fifteen dispatches. Is any out there? Does anybody care? Does anybody care? The Continental army, is absolutely…falling apart, Falling apart, the continental army is absolutely falling apart. Falling apart, falling apart. The continental army is absolutely….falling apart. Is anybody there? Does anybody care? Your humble and obedient….”

-This isn’t a fact this is Just my own complaint. I don’t fucking understand why Hancock didn’t get his own number! Why couldn’t they have written a number about him being too hot or annoyed? It would have been hilarious! Maybe they had written one but David Ford didn’t wanna do it? I don’t know. But it pisses me off.

-it actually was very hot during the filming of 1776 inside the re-created Independence hall. The sweat on many of their faces were REAL.

-Peter Hunt attempted to hire a security guard for Jack Warner who kept walking onto the set while filming and disrupting everything and pissing off Hunt. Well, that didn’t work out so good. The security guard didn’t know that he would have to stop his own boss from entering the set, so he never ended up stopping Warner. So Hunt had to do the red light green light thing, which is quite simple: the green light means Warner could do as he pleased and walk onto the set and talk with everybody. The red light meant he could not do that and had to wait until the green light went on so he could come into the set.

-Da Silva was very close to not being in the movie, because he was such a pain in the ass during the broadway run. Hunt refused to work with him again. But, Da Silva’s agent called him one day and said that Howard REALLY wanted to be in the film and that he would totally change his ways and be a total pussycat. Howard da Silva asked Peter hunt to go out for lunch and it was all on him. So they did and Howard Da Silva apologized for being such a pain in the ass and told hunt that from now on, he’d be a good boy and not cause any trouble. It worked and right there and then he was hired for the film. And for the most part, da Silva kept his word.

More again tomorrow :)

#1776 musical #1776 film #behind the scenes #information #1776 broadway #Howard da Silva shit

[tea-with-evan-and-me]

"This might hurt a little" I say to Evan. He is sitting at my kitchen table and I'm tending to his very beautiful, but very injured face. We went out tonight to a bar and this extremely drunk guy started harassing me. Evan stepped in and the guy punched him in the face. Thank God for one of the guys sitting there being a bouncer for the bar. He was off work and just hanging out. He grabbed the guy and literally threw him out of the bar.

"That fuckwad waited til you went to the bathroom, didn't he" I say as I'm wiping blood from Evan's nostril. He winces and then laughs. "What?" I asked amused.

"That's my favorite curse word"

"Well you're gonna need to say it in a second here. Hold on." I pick up a bag of peas and place it directly to his face. The guy was so drunk that he was a little weak in the execution, but he still managed to get Evan right in the eye and the bridge of his nose. Hard enough to make his nose bleed. Hopefully not to break it. Evan sucks in a sharp breath.

"Oh shit.I'm so, so sorry Evan. I feel so bad. This is all my fault" my emotions on my face.

"What are you talking about? That douchebag came on to you. It's his fault, not yours" he lifts my chin with his thumb. "Hey. I'm ok" his dark eyes soft.

I kiss his forehead, but that's not enough for him. He takes my face in his hands. I turn my head to the side so I don't bump his nose with mine and he softly kisses me on the lips. His nose starts bleeding again.

"Honey, let me check something. Can you hold this here for me?" Referencing the tissue to his bloody nose. He holds it for me. "Tell me immediately if any of this hurts, please" and I start feeling around his nose and his cheekbones and ocular bones.

"Whatcha doing?" He says

"Feeling to see if anything seems broken. I think you're fine. Gonna be swollen tomorrow and a black eye. Fuck, I'm so sorry."

"You know what to look for?"

"Yea I was in a nursing program, but the guy I was living with at the time started using my financial aid credit cards without my knowledge. Had to drop out cause I had no money and then was in a mess trying to get him for it. Finally did, but never finished school. I know how to check for a broken nose so I guess that came in handy" I let out a snorted laugh.

He chuckles. "Who knew you'd have me to be your knight in shining armour one day"

"yea, no shit"

"Well, I've had my nose broken before so I can tell you it's not" he says, sorta distant.

"Is that from what I think it's from?"

He nods

"Well now you just have me getting you into trouble" I say sadly.

"Yea, but you're actually worth it" he pulls me towards him.

He starts to kiss me. I try to awkwardly move my head to a position where I won't hurt him

"Hey, just kiss me. I'm ok." He says

I stare into his eyes. I run my hands down his face. His beard is soft and scratchy. I look up at his curls and then I brush his hair out of his eyes.

"You make me feel things" I say

He chuckles "Yea? You make me feel things too" he says quietly.

He puts his hands around my waist and pulls me closer. We kiss harder, our tongues meeting and dancing with each other. I pull away.

"I wanna ride you" I whisper to him

"Don't feel like you are obligated to do anything, ok?" He replies.

"No. I know. I want to."

He stands up and unzips his pants. I'm rushing to get my leggings off. I catch a quick glance of his full erection before he sits back down. We don't even remove our shirts. I straddle him and just plunge myself onto him. The friction is so goddamn intense. His girth is unbelievable. I moan so inappropriately loud and my face is contorted. He takes it the wrong way

"Hey, hey slow down if it hurts. It's ok, take your time. We are in no rush, baby. Take your time and adjust to me". His brows are knitted in concern.

"I'm so sorry, Ev. That moan was ridiculous. But, its not pain, believe me"

I adjust myself anyway and sink down. Slower this time. It's his turn to moan. "Don't ever apologize to me for that" he says into my mouth. Fire in his eyes.

I start moving in tight, small circles. Grinding my pelvis into his. Out foreheads smashed together. Breathing hard into each other's mouths as we kiss and tongue and tease. I get more wet as we go and I feel him slide in deeper.

"Oh, shit" he moans. "Put your leg up on the chair next to you" he demands. I do so

It's like a magnet pulls me into him and he is so deep I almost feel his tip hit my walls. We are at a delicious angle. I can't help myself and I start riding my cowboy. I grab his shoulders and start moving in wider circles. I can feel his girth hitting my walls. The angle is hitting my sweet spot and my legs start to shake. My muscles start involuntarily clenching. He knows I'm close

"Come on baby. Cum for your cowboy" he says teasingly.

He latches into my nipple and starts sucking. That pushes me right over the edge and I scream his name. I'm cumming so hard, I see stars.

"scream it again!" He cries

"Evan!!!" I oblige.

He gives me a second and whispers "fast for me baby" in my ear. That's all I need

I start bouncing on his dick like my life depends on it. His grip tightens on me. His eyes screwed shut.

"fast...." He whispering. Can barely talk.

I speed up and he lets out a cry

"Come on cowboy, you can do it. Cum inside me, you know you want it"

"ooh fuck me faster, babygirl"

Faster

"Oh shit..it..." He fucking explodes inside me. All he can let out are moan after moan after moan. He's trembling.

"maybe you should defend my honor more often" I say with a smile.

He can only let out a small laugh.

#fic

[lifewiththelulus]

A storm brews quietly in the distance

He's an insecure lil fuck who can't stand she'd be happy without him and that she's already over him, and the cherry on top is the songs she wrote He knows it's about him and he doesn't like it one bit how passionately Aurora sang about him being an asshole

He waits for Willow to go to class and swoops in. He knows who Zilan is but pretends like he doesn't

In Zil’s head: two friends in one year?! Oh boy! 😁

Oh sweet poor child

He plays it cool for a while Avoiding him when Willow is around but always shows up when she leaves

All would seem like it's good But one day… He sticks around when Willow shows up.

At first she's smiling and walking with a little bounce - her and Zilan were gonna go hang out that day

That is until she saw. Andi… Talking to zil? She froze, watching them laugh and that's when Andi looked over at her with a smirk. "Oh hey Willow! I gotta go Zilan - you two have fun." He smiles deviously at Willow as he walks away. She's speechless, and looks at Zilan.

"You.. you're friends with him?" She feels like she's gonna be sick

Zilan: oh do you know him? Yeah we just started talking, he’s a funny guy. How do you know him?

She shakes her head slowly. Was he playing mind tricks on her? Why won't he just leave her alone??

"I… I don't think it's a good idea to hang out today." She holds herself and quickly gets her bag from her locker "I don't feel well. Bye Zilan." She marches off, trying to hide how she was about to burst into tears

Zilan: oh um… ok, see you tomorrow. (Is she feeling sick? If she doesn’t show up the next day I should go over to her place and bring some of my dads soup ^^)

Of course she stays home She asks Kindlin if she can stay home because she doesn't feel good Kin saw her after she had been crying the night before and it was believable she might be sick.

The next day, for the first time, he’s less enthusiastic about gym now that he doesn’t have her for a partner. Once school is over he’s about to pick up the soup, when Andi comes up to him

Andi is feeling smug, seeing that Willow missed class. It must've meant his meddling was working

"Hey Zilan! Oh hey what's up? Why the long face?" He tilts his head with a concerned expression "Everything ok?"

Zilan: Oh yeah, I good, no worries. It’s just that Willow didn’t show up, guess I’ve gotten kinda used to being around her most of the time, ya know?

Andi nods but then sighs exaggeratedly "I know how that feels.. hey can I be honest with you about something?"

Andi felt giddy but hid that well with his sad face. He hoped this would be all he needed to do to get rid of this guy. "Willow and I were actually a thing for a while .. I think she might still have feelings for me, and… I have feelings for her too. I was hoping you could maybe.. put in a good word for me? Nothing extreme, just mention me?"

Zilan was surprised, he would have never have guessed. And couldn’t help but feel a little twinge of pain in his heart, but took in a breath and said

Zilan: oh! Of course dude. …Huh… You and Willow… you said you WE’RE a thing right? if you don’t mind me asking, what torn you two apart?

He made a panicked expression for a split second then responded "Oh well- I promised I wouldn't say. It would embarrass her.. " He patted himself on the back for the quick thinking "Wasn't anything serious. I think it'd be nice to try again.. but I want to let her make the first move." He tried his best to sound genuine

Zilan: aw, that’s really cool of you dude. Don’t worry I’ll make sure she knows how much she means to you. … she’ll be lucky to have you back in her life.

He looked down and his eyes looked misty.

Andi smiled and waved at him "Thanks man! I'll see ya later!" He has a wicked smile on his face as he leaves

#flower child 🍬 #meat brian 💪 #bgc

[queer-lemons]

i am Not Doing Well my life is without structure only marked by being yelled at, manipulated, and allergy attacks bc my parents are pressuring me to work on a task that gives me allergy attacks (and my mom keeps using the phrase "continued progress" and i want to fucking kill her). my body is so exhausted bc it wasn't built to be in "attack this invader" mode for literal days on end. my leg injury which was mostly improved is getting worse and i'm generally dealing with a lot of function loss/exhaustion and twitching-for some reason. plus insomnia bc no position feels right and my body is all on fire.

and i'm sitting here trying to go to bed but i don't remember when my last shower was or even what i need to do to go to bed and i'm extremely lonely and also touch starved and just.

oh and this weekend i have to spend many hours with just me and my mom and i have no rest or space to heal before that i'm just about dead and idk. i just don't know.

and tomorrow i have to bike to the bank (which is down the highway and a stressful bike ride + a stressful thing to go to the bank). to get food. bc there's hardly anything i can eat at home. and i'm tired and in pain and lonely and goddddddd i just need like. a fucking break.

#personal

[baekhvuns]

Hello, yes I’m fine. Rotating Tylenol and ibuprofen for the pain. I pretty much got bruised everywhere. Doctor said pain would be the worst tomorrow. Thankfully my head stopped hurting. I think my head got hit by an airbag. My legs and arms are bruised from airbag and chest is bruised from seatbelt (low key glad cause it proves I was wearing a seatbelt)

I was mostly worried about head injury because I had a SUPER bad concussion two years ago and I still deal with a lot of symptoms 😭 but I don’t think it got hit too bad. (The police and firemen showed up and were really concerned about my health, rightfully so, but I was proud of myself 😁for being able to discern that I was not that hurt and I’d be fine. Cause I’ve been called hypochondriac before when dealing with concussion. Like this is not nearly as bad.)

Well I was concerned about my job because I need some more money for Korea 😭 like I got 2/3 covered. And this is……my life. Like it’s my way out of living with my parents. It’s what I’ve been working towards since middle school, GETTING THE F OUT. And my potential future is what kept me going when I was having suicidal thoughts last year. So yea, priorities are probably jacked up, especially because I know I’m fine. But that’s why.

Also, another observation, is that I was really surprised by how nice all the emergency responders were. Because the ER nurse from two years ago basically laid into me for getting a concussion. (Like I guess it was my fault, but still.) And idk, I’m just always surprised when people are nice to me.

And bro those seconds leading up to the crash and those few seconds after we’re fucking scary. Like it’s weird that there’s nothing you can really do to prepare for that. But it took me a few seconds to realize that I was indeed going to crash, airbags deployed, and then had to realize what had happened. And apparently airbags are as loud as gunshots, so I couldn’t hear for a few seconds and there was ringing for a few more seconds. But like I was like “Oh I can’t hear. Oh there’s ringing. What happened? Airbags. Okay, I need to call my dad/police.”

I don’t know if I’m gonna have ptsd from this and won’t be able to drive anymore. We’ll see.

I am AMAZED by these first responders who stay calm in high stress. Like HOWWWWWW????? TELL MEEE

Oh and thank you 🪐 anon. YES I AM STILL 🤗🤗🤗 JOLLY AS EVER!! THANK YOU VERY MUCH

-🤗

BESTIE ARE U OKAY 😭😭

Hello, yes I’m fine. Rotating Tylenol and ibuprofen for the pain. I pretty much got bruised everywhere.  Doctor said pain would be the worst tomorrow. Thankfully my head stopped hurting. I think my head got hit by an airbag. My legs and arms are bruised from airbag and chest is bruised from seatbelt (low key glad cause it proves I was wearing a seatbelt)

omg bestie so glad nothing extreme happened bc wHAT THE FUCK ONE MINUTE UR SENDING SEONGHWA THE OTHER MINUTE ITS THIS 😭😭😭 this was so unpredictable but hope ur recovery is good and fast and easy !!!!!! 💞💖💘🌸💫💫🌸💘💘💗🌷✨💝💗💞✨🌸 was it like a collision with a another car or like swerving into something???

I was mostly worried about head injury because I had a SUPER bad concussion two years ago and I still deal with a lot of symptoms 😭 but I don’t think it got hit too bad. (The police and firemen showed up and were really concerned about my health, rightfully so, but I was proud of myself 😁for being able to discern that I was not that hurt and I’d be fine. Cause I’ve been called hypochondriac before when dealing with concussion. Like this is not nearly as bad.)

BRO THIS STILL BAD 😭😭😭 PROUD OF URSELF FBWMFHKWFHWK BESTIE JFWBKF

Well I was concerned about my job because I need some more money for Korea 😭 like I got 2/3 covered. And this is……my life. Like it’s my way out of living with my parents. It’s what I’ve been working towards since middle school, GETTING THE F OUT. And my potential future is what kept me going when I was having suicidal thoughts last year. So yea, priorities are probably jacked up, especially because I know I’m fine. But that’s why.

you’ll gather all the money u will need !!!! ups and downs come ur way,, even the straightest paths to success have small stones here and there,, bestie u can absolutely do it !!!!! u seem (def are) shaken up but have a little peace and it’ll be all good!!!

Also, another observation, is that I was really surprised by how nice all the emergency responders were. Because the ER nurse from two years ago basically laid into me for getting a concussion. (Like I guess it was my fault, but still.) And idk, I’m just always surprised when people are nice to me.

ER NURSES ARE NOW FINALLY THE GENZ CATEGORY 😭😭 no but thank god they was nice about it all and helped u <3 sometimes it’s the shittiest ones and 🔫🔫 but then again u also live in america fjwnfhek

And bro those seconds leading up to the crash and those few seconds after we’re fucking scary. Like it’s weird that there’s nothing you can really do to prepare for that. But it took me a few seconds to realize that I was indeed going to crash, airbags deployed, and then had to realize what had happened. And apparently airbags are as loud as gunshots, so I couldn’t hear for a few seconds and there was ringing for a few more seconds. But like I was like “Oh I can’t hear. Oh there’s ringing. What happened? Airbags. Okay, I need to call my dad/police.”

oh man i just envisioned that,,, it just happens in a second but it feels like it’s the longest second and u blink and boom u realize what happened,, bESTIE so glad ur good ayo 😭🤚🏼

I don’t know if I’m gonna have ptsd from this and won’t be able to drive anymore. We’ll see. I am AMAZED by these first responders who stay calm in high stress. Like HOWWWWWW????? TELL MEEE

no i think u def SHOULD NOT DRIVE FOR A WHILE PLS 😭😭😭 omg i know someone who works as one and they say when THEY get a call they’re all calm but inside they are like “we nEDD TO HURRY WE NEED SOMEONE TO GO THERE QUICK WE NEED TO HURRY” but they can only say “we’ll send someone ur way mama/sir” TAKE ME WITH LETS GO FIND BUT I DRIVE

Oh and thank you 🪐 anon. YES I AM STILL 🤗🤗🤗 JOLLY AS EVER!! THANK YOU VERY MUCH

i just know ur responding to this like VFMWDBWKBFB

#✉️ : ask #🤗 anon

[josephkwak]

Sesh #2

2022.5.23

It’s past midnight. Sunday night lingered into Monday, and we just returned from Korea. Ellia and Diana are asleep, and I can work at home tomorrow because my dad allowed.

Coming back from Korea this time has made me really depressed and miss Korea. I don’t exactly know what it is. Maybe that I had a month off after working so hard for 5 weeks? 

It’s weird because I was so busy with Ellia and was with her and Diana most of the time. I really cherished every day and that feeling is so strong right now...

I feel extremely depressed. like its eating at me, and nothing I do is alleviating this feeling: prayer, meditation, working out, listening to worship songs.

God, please help me. Please show me that you are near, Father.

I feel so fucking inadequate. I feel like such a failure, such a mess. Like I’m presenting myself as this adequate person in front of everyone, but deep down I’m so ugly. I know that this is Satan’s firm grip on me, but it’s so hard to break through.

I feel so scared of my mom, dad, Josh, and Diana’s health. mom and dad because they are old and not doing so well. Josh because of the long term effects of his premature health, such as his eye, his mental and social skills, his ability to make and maintain friendships or any relationship in general; and my wife, for her physical and especially her mental health.

Jesus, would you bless those that I love so dearly. you have given us so much. so much blessings that we should be thankful for and yet take for granted.

Lord, please help me. As I weep now, would you please hear me prayers from heaven.

Lord, heal my mom’s physical pain and her anguish, Lord. Extend the days of her life so that she may continue to be a blessing to those around her. Please help her be able to see Ellia as long as possible. Please help my mom not get stress and learn to manage her health, Lord. Please forgive me for the pain that I have caused her and for all of the times that I have broken her heart.

Lord, please help my dad as he plans to retire soon. Please help me learn to take over the business and to really live a life that has good 습관, life-patterns that make me a productive human being. Help me work hard, but more importantly, work smart. Please help my dad’s health as well and help him exercise more and quit smoking. I know he loves us so much, and I can see that much more not only with just mom and me but with Diana and Ellia. Please help him not get sick, Lord.

Father, please be with Josh, Lord. My heart goes out for him so much and I get so emotional as I am so pained with how much I have hurt him and how I have not been the best brother to him. Would you please pour your grave on him and surround him with your Holy Spirit, Lord. Would you please help my brother’s eye sight, that the vision in his right eye may improve despite what the doctor’s say. Would you please help him with his struggles with sin and help him overcome them. Would you give him a spiritual friend, a church that loves him for who he is and does not judge him for the areas that he lacks. Would you help him with his studies, that he may be able to pursue that which he wants to pursue. Would you provide for Him, oh Yahweh, and have mercy on Joshua. Please help him improve exponentially in the areas that he so desires, Father, and grant him your perfect love and peace. Help him to understand that you make no mistakes, and that he is a testament to your grace and your unfailing, unending love.

Please especially be with Diana, my wife, whom I so dearly love. I know that it has been hard this past year, with the onset of the pregnancy and our relationship as a whole, but I know that these times through the furnace only strengthen us. Just as we started our relationship in a covenant, with our core values, may we learn to live them out and learn to love each other from the love that you have shown us in our own personal lives. Let us pray for each other more and be more in tune with you as individuals, husband and wife, and as parents. Please help us learn to communicate well with each other and help each other out in the areas where we lack. Not to attack each other, but to build each other up. Please help us to forgive each other and to never let go or give up. Heal her depression. Heal her anxiety. Let her be able to overcome, in Jesus name.

Father, please help us both in the midst of our struggles. Please, Father. Hear us from heaven.

[alorz]

i should have NOT drawn tonight my arm feels like a bag of loose carpals

#pers #🥺😔this sucks #oh well work tomorrow will just be extremely fucking painful #painblogging

[wandaromanova]

I Told You

Pairing: Natasha Romanoff x Fem!Reader

(18+ Only) Warnings: mommy kink, oral-sex on strap on (nat receiving), face-fucking, spitting kink, praise kink, degradation, spanking, choking, hair-pulling, dub-con (?), tummy-bulge kink, overstimulation, cum-filled strap on

A/N: hello! this is a second part to Mile High Club! it’s thot hours, so i hope you whores enjoy this one. happy reading <3

anon requested: My good lord. I need a Part II to Mile High Club, where Nat is absolutely destroying R with her strap🥵🥵

Mile High Club | I Told You

Summary: Natasha is a woman of her word.

Word Count: 1.8K

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You hit the floor with a loud thud as Natasha shoved you into the bedroom, slamming the door behind her. 

You stayed on your knees, knowing all too well that your punishment would worsen if you moved an inch. 

You watched as Natasha slowly tore her clothes off, purposely taking a little longer than usual, to see if you’d disobey her, but to her surprise, you didn’t.

Even as she walked over to the closet and pulled out your favorite strap-on, attaching the harness to her waist, you didn’t budge. 

Natasha was impressed, but she wasn’t going to give you the satisfaction of knowing that. 

The redhead stalked over to you, where you still kneeled in front of the bed. You let out a squeal when she harshly gripped your hair, pulling your face towards the toy. 

ㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤ

“Suck.” 

ㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤ

You didn’t have to be told twice as you gripped the base of the cock, running your tongue around the tip teasingly, but a grunt from Natasha and a needy thrust of her hips, put a stop to your teasing. 

Nat shoved the entire length into your mouth in one swift motion, smiling at the sound of your gags as the strap hit the back of your throat, tears springing to your eyes quickly. 

“You better get to work and make mommy cum before I really give you something to cry about and fuck you with no preparation.” 

You focused on breathing through your nose, nodding against her cock before pulling your mouth completely off of the strap, slamming back onto the strap. 

Each time the strap hit the back of your throat, the base of the cock would rub against Nat’s clit, providing her pleasure as well. 

Her moans encouraged you to keep going. You didn’t want to disappoint your mommy. So, you took a deep breath through your nose and took the entire length into your mouth, and held it there for a few seconds. 

Natasha looked down and groaned at the sight of you on your knees, droll trailing down your mouth and chin, your beautiful gags filling the silence of the room. 

You pulled back halfway and repeatedly slammed down onto her cock, sucking as hard as you could. Even though you knew Nat couldn’t feel it, what you did know was that she went crazy over the sounds, and you were right. 

The redhead gripped both sides of your head and began to pound the strap into your mouth, fucking your face as fast as she could. 

“Fuck, baby. Mommy’s gonna cum for you. You’re so good with your mouth. Gonna fill that slutty mouth with my cum.” 

Natasha muttered out and with a few more thrusts, she came with a silent moan. You felt the fake cum fill your mouth and hastily swallowed everything. 

You looked up and watched as your girlfriend’s head flew back and her eyes fluttered shut, the hands on your head were shaking as she was overcome with bliss. 

When the Russian relaxed, she yanked you off of her cock, reveling in the coughs that followed after the action.

She smirked in satisfaction. The thought of your throat being sore tomorrow from her cock had Natasha eager to fuck you, and that’s exactly what she planned on doing. 

“You look so pretty like this, honey. Covered in spit, cum, and tears like a dumb whore. Open.”

You opened your mouth at Natasha’s command. She gripped your jaw and spit into your mouth, wiping away a few drops of cum that you failed to swallow.

“Swallow, strip, and get on all fours. Face down and ass up, baby.” 

You immediately swallowed and stood up. You tore your clothing off at lightning speed before practically jumping onto the bed in excitement. Natasha let out a dark chuckle as you did so.

“Oh, I wouldn’t be too excited, slut. I’m gonna destroy this sweet pussy.” 

You closed your eyes and shuttered as Natasha teasingly rubbed the strap against your slit. 

“Please, mommy. Please fuck me with your cock.” You begged, but you quickly learned that was a bad move, when Natasha’s hand landed a hard smack against your ass. 

She spanked you a few more times, her blows getting harder as she continued. By the time she was finished, you were shuddering and crying as she rubbed the red skin. 

“Whores don’t get to beg. You take what mommy gives you and deal with it. Understood?” 

You nodded against the bed, your face buried into the mattress. You made sure to mumble a ‘yes mommy’ to avoid more spanks. 

Suddenly, all the air was knocked out of your lungs when Natasha slammed the cock deep into your entrance. 

Her hands gripped your waist tightly as she set off with a brutal pace. The sounds of skin slapping and your whorish moans resounded throughout the bedroom. 

“Fuck, baby. No matter how many times I stretch out this pussy with my big cock, you’re still so tight. Such a cockwhore.” 

Natasha grunted out as she continued her relentless thrusting. You were practically bouncing on her dick from the force of her thrusts. 

“Your cockwhore, mommy.” You turned your head to the side, your cheek pressed against the plush mattress, as you tried to catch your breath. 

Natasha gripped the base of your neck and yanked you up, your back flush against her chest. Her grip was tight as she rutted into you. 

“My cockwhore? That’s right, you’re my little slut, nothing but a hole for mommy to fuck. Isn’t that right, princess?” 

You were panting, feeling lightheaded from the slight restriction she provided to your airways. 

“Yes! Yes, mommy. All my holes are yours to fuck. Only yours.” 

You were completely overtaken by the pleasure. She continued to ram the strap into your pussy and the squelching sounds turned you on even more.

“Cum on mommy’s cock, whore. Let everyone know that I’m the only one who can make you feel this good.” 

Natasha’s other hand reached around to rub tight circles onto your clit, the speed of her thrusts increasing until you came around her cock with a loud scream of her name, ‘mommy,’ and some other words the redhead couldn’t understand. 

You breathed heavily as Natasha let go of your throat. You didn’t even have the strength to catch yourself. You just let your upper body fall onto the bed as Natasha gripped your hips again, keeping your lower half up for her dick. 

Natasha continued pounding into you. She was sweating from the effort it took, but she didn’t care. She’d continue to fuck you, even if it was the last thing she’d ever do. 

She admired the way your ass would bounce against her pelvis each time she bottomed out. She loved the redness of your skin, her handprints clearly visible from her slaps. 

One of her hands slid up your spine, absolutely loving the way your back was arched, taking every inch of the cock desperately. 

You winced as her fingernails dug into the skin of your back, scratching down your back. That was definitely going to leave behind some marks, not that you cared anyway. 

You loved when Natasha would leave marks on your body. It was as if she was claiming you. She wanted everyone to know that she owned you and that was a huge turn-on. 

“Your pussy is so desperate for mommy. I wish you could see how beautiful my cock looks inside of you, moya lyubov (my love).” 

You whined when Natasha slapped your ass each time she thrust into you. The pain was nothing compared to the pleasure. So, your squeals turned into moans. 

It didn’t take long for you to fall over the edge again. You let out an animalistic scream as you came. Your entire body froze and you swear you stopped breathing for a second as you succumbed to the pleasure. 

Natasha’s thrusts slowed and you let out a sigh of relief. You thought she was done, but oh, you were so fucking wrong. 

The redhead picked you up and flipped you onto your back, her cock still inside of you. She began to fuck you once more, and you looked up at her pleadingly.

“Mommy, I- I can’t take anymore. Please stop.” You begged your girlfriend, but she didn’t listen. She continued to thrust into you roughly, one of her hands coming up and wrapping around your throat. 

“You can and you will. Didn’t you say you were mommy’s cockwhore? And you’re begging me to stop fucking you? You’re pathetic.”

Natasha’s thrusts slowed, but they were still rough as she pounded into you. She was hitting all of your sweet spots with precision, her other hand finding its way to your hip.

You were extremely sensitive at this point. Each thrust had you twitching and wincing slightly. It had become too much, but you wanted to please her so bad, so you gave in. 

Natasha’s eyes lit up when she saw the bulge of her dick prodding through your stomach. She loved how deeply she could fuck you; it was exhilarating. 

“Mommy’s cock is so deep inside your pussy, honey.” The redhead growled out as the hand on your hip traveled up your body. She moaned as she felt the bulge of her dick in your stomach. It drove her wild and she was desperate to have you cumming against her again.

“Mommy’s gonna fill your pussy up with her cum. Gonna make you my little cumdump.” 

Natasha grunted as her hand reached down and rubbed your clit quickly. Your eyes shut open, your knuckles turning white as you gripped the sheets tightly. You were biting your lips so hard that you wouldn’t be surprised if you drew blood. 

“Come on, honey. Coat mommy’s cock with your cum.” Natasha leaned down, still thrusting into you as she whispered filthily into your ear. 

Your vision blurred as you came. You were so exhausted that you couldn’t bring yourself to scream as you hit euphoria. Your back rose off of the mattress, your neck straining from the angle. 

The feeling of warm cum filling you up had you shuttering below the redhead. Natasha kept thrusting into you, pushing more of the cum deep inside of your pussy. 

You whined when Natasha pulled the strap out of your cunt, the sound of your wetness filling the room. The redhead threw the strap to some spot in the room, reminding herself to clean it later. 

You stared up at your girlfriend through glossy eyes as she hovered over you. Natasha licked some of the drool that had escaped your lips with the tip of her tongue and moaned. 

She stared down at you with a cocky smirk. You were completely fucked out, your body drenched in sweat as your hair clung to your forehead. 

ㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤ

“I told you I’d fuck you till you begged me to stop.”

ㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤ

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[darkverrmin]

Geralt opened the door to their room at the inn. It was oddly quiet.

"Jaskier?"

Silence.

Hm. So he wasn’t back yet.

Lighting a candle, Geralt started going through his bags, packing and rearranging. After a couple of minutes, he caught himself humming one of Jaskier’s new songs.

Chuckling to himself and shaking his head, he continued with labeling his potions (a task Jaskier’s been begging him to do for months).

As he continued working, Geralt’s humming turned into actual singing. Not many people knew this about him, but Geralt actually loved music. And he rarely ever sang, but he was extremely good at it.

And Jaskier’s music, well... It was good. Geralt would never admit it, but he actually enjoyed listening to Jaskier’s melodies and lyrics. It sparked something... warm in him.

Polishing his silver sword, Geralt continued singing at almost full volume. That's why he didn't hear Jaskier walking into the room.

"But that creaking you hear in my bones it's not pain it's applause-"

"Holy shit."

Geralt froze in his seat, shoulders tensing. He turned to look at Jaskier who was standing in the doorway, a huge grin plastered on his face.

"Were... Were you just passionately singing one of my songs?"

Geralt just glared at him for a moment, embarrassed, before going back to polishing his sword.

"You're late. Pack your stuff, we're leaving early tomorrow."

"Wait, wait a minute... You can sing?? I was standing outside, when I heard a beautiful baritone-"

"Jaskier."

"-signing one of the songs I'm working on now. I mean, I was shocked, I've never performed that song before, ever! So I just had to go check who it was. And then it lead me to our room and I- you- Gods, you can sing!"

"Will you close the fucking door already?"

Jaskier closed the door, walking up to Geralt, who was sitting on the bed.

"Geralt, that was beautiful! Did you ever learn how to sing?"

"Jaskier, I swear-"

"Did you?"

Geralt sighed, closing his eyes. "No."

"Hm, figures. But gods, you sound amazing. Say, if I ever wrote a song for you to-"

"No."

"Okay, okay, I get it. You're the "I like to sing only for myself" type. Which is great, really. But maybe... Maybe you can sing sometimes for me, too?".

Geralt turned to look at Jaskier again, who gave him a warm smile. "Please?"

"Hmm. I'll think about it."

"That’s a "yes". I'm taking that as a yes."

"That’s on you. Now, can you please start packing?"

"Sure thing. Oh, and Geralt-"

Geralt let out a quiet groan. "What?"

"Just so you know, you singing a song I wrote is the biggest compliment I could get. Your opinion matters to me more than those of a thousand crowds."

Geralt didn’t respond to that. He continued working on his swords, hiding a faint smile behind a curtain of white hair. Jaskier pretended he didn't notice.

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[idy-ll-ique]

unlike any other

pairing: mob boss!bucky barnes x maid!f!reader

genre: angst, fluff, smut (AH THE HOLY TRINITY)

warnings: mention of blood, mention of wounds,,,,,,,,, sex (but only a lil bit)

requested: nope

word count: 1.8k

summary: bucky barnes, among many things, owns a strip club. y/n works there as a maid, but she has only recently joined so she has no idea who he is. one day, she catches him napping in one of the private rooms after closing time and, not knowing that he owns the place, asks him to leave because it's a "staff only" room. mesmerized by her, he leaves without a word but a few days later, she finds out who he truly is. sparks fly? sparks fly.

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James Barnes was tired.

All he wanted to do was go home and get a good night's sleep, but this moron in front of him was proving it to be very difficult. "What aren't you getting about my plan, Johnson?" he growled, a deep glare etched on his face as he disdainfully stared at one of the men who worked for him. "Why are we doing this at all?" Oh, Johnson has quite the mouth on him, can't wait to break all his fucking teeth.

"Are you the boss or am I?" Bucky countered, putting his arms up, exasperated. Johnson was about to reply when Bucky decided he was too tired to deal with him at all. "You know what, how about we talk tomorrow, hm? Leave, now." With an audacious huff, Johnson got up and left the room. As soon as he was gone Bucky groaned loudly.

"That man," he muttered to himself, "Is a fucking idiot. I'm gonna have to talk to Sam tomorrow, why did he even suggest—" Bucky then relaxed back onto the couch he was sitting on, leaning further and further back until he was simply lying down, head resting on the armrest.

James Barnes was tired.

And he needed a fucking nap.

James Buchanan Barnes. He commonly went by the name Bucky, and he ran the biggest, most affluent mob in the city. Currently, he was at a strip club that he owned, which also had private rooms for… basically hooking up, but he never used it for that, using it only to hold meetings with potential allies or his men.

He dozed off on the couch but was able to sleep for only about 30-45 minutes before someone was shaking him awake.

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“Phew, last room! Why does this place have so many rooms?” Y/N grumbled to herself, opening the door to the private room. She was a maid recently hired by the club, and her job was to clean up all the private rooms after the closing time. They paid her well so she didn’t mind doing the job. When she opened the door, though, she noticed a man sleeping on the couch.

All his clothes were still intact and his hair was also done nicely… She scrutinized him for a while longer, taking note of his handsome, chiselled features and how he dripped of power even when he was asleep. Finally, a few minutes later, she decided to wake him up. However powerful he might seem, the rooms after closing were for staff only and he needed to leave.

“Excuse me, sir?” Y/N gently shook his shoulders, startling him awake. He blinked his eyes open and in his hazy state of mind, he thought there was an angel standing above him. “What?” he yawned and Y/N offered him a sheepish smile. “Sorry, you gotta go, the club is closed for the night and this is a staff-only room,” she told him and he blinked.

She didn’t know him? “I, uh, yeah, I’m sorry,” he complied, sitting up. He took in her appearance as well; she was wearing a cheesy maid’s costume that fit the aesthetic of the strip club perfectly, yet there was a sort of innocence to her, the kind that would make even the most cold-hearted and powerful of them all want to cater to her every whim without question.

“Uh… see ya around,” she raised her eyebrows and Bucky offered her a quick smile, getting out of the room. “Behaving like he owns the place,” Y/N scoffed to herself as she began cleaning up the mess in the room starting with the empty alcohol bottles. She couldn’t stay mad at him for long, though- his handsome face could make anyone’s heart melt. As the thought passed through her head, a small smile bloomed on her face.

Oh stranger, I really hope we meet again soon.

As Bucky drove home, he, too, thought of the maid. Who was she? Why had he never seen her before? And why didn’t she know him? That night, as he went to bed for the second time, all he saw in his dreams was a lovely maid’s costume and a pretty, pearly white smile.

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“I’m firing that guy,” Bucky told Sam determinedly. A few days had passed since Bucky’s meeting with Johnson and he was more determined than ever to get rid of the guy. Something about Johnson seemed off. “Wh- You hired that guy like a week ago, what happened? He used to work with Pierce and Rumlow before, he can give us valuable intel-”

“What if he never stopped?” Sam quieted at the retort. “He told us how horribly they treated their own men,” Sam answered a little while later. “What if he’s lying?” Bucky asked impatiently. “Give him a chance-” Just then, there was a knock on the door. “Come in,” Bucky sighed and Johnson poked his head in. “Got a minute, boss?”

“Oh sure, come in, we were just discussing you! Have a seat!” Sam raised an eyebrow at Bucky’s sudden cheerfulness as Johnson happily bounded into the room, plopping down on the couch. “What were you discussing?” he questioned. “How I was just about to fire you,” Bucky smirked and Johnson’s face fell.

He didn’t speak for a few minutes, causing Sam and Bucky to glance at each other. “Hello…?” All of a sudden Johnson stood up with a fit of rage. “Damn it, Barnes, you ruin everything!” Bucky shouted triumphantly as Sam gasped. “I knew you were a fucking two-timer, you son of a bitch!” Bucky yelled at him. “And you made it so easy!” Johnson laughed dryly.

“Why you-” Bucky swung a punch at Johnson’s face, breaking his nose. “What have you told Pierce?!” Johnson retaliated right back by kicking his knee into Bucky’s abdomen, making him fall back. A fight soon broke out between all three of them, so loud that the commotion could be heard from outside.

Approximately 20 minutes later Y/N, who was passing by the room at the time, heard the loud noise and stopped in her tracks. It sounded like… two people fighting. It wasn’t her cleaning time yet, but she still rushed to the door, opening it up with such force that the door loudly banged on the other side. At this, the fight instantly halted.

Bucky was holding an unconscious Johnson by the collar, his fist an inch away from Johnson’s jaw. Both of them looked pretty beaten up, with blood all over their faces and clothes. Sam, meanwhile, was half-lying on the couch, clutching the side of his abdomen with a pained look on his face. Y/N’s hands flew to her mouth at the sight of them.

That was when she recognized the man from a few days ago. Oh shit, he does own the place. Bucky immediately got up and dusted his suit, staring down at a passed-out Johnson with a sneer. “Sam, take him to Wanda, she’ll know what to do with him. And please, for the love of God, go to the hospital.” With the help of a few others, Sam and Johnson left.

It was only Bucky and Y/N in the room now. She continued staring at his face in horror and Bucky chuckled, wiping away a trail of blood near his lips. “That bad?” She snapped out of her trance. “You…” Bucky gave her a wry smile. “Bucky Barnes at your service. And you are?” Y/N blinked a few times before answering. “Y/N, Y/N Y/L/N.” Bucky looked around.

“Well, Y/N, if you’d be so kind as to fetch me a first aid kit.” She instantly walked out of the room and got the first aid kit for him. When she returned to the room, Bucky was sitting on the couch, his jacket and shirt removed. Even his torso was covered in black and blue bruises. "It looks bad," she blurted out.

"Will you help me clean up?" Y/N couldn't deny him. He was her boss, after all. She sat down next to him and wordlessly started cleaning the blood off his face. He didn't so much as flinch, which Y/N found to be extremely impressive. After all the blood was cleaned, Y/N grimaced when she saw his broken nose. "Your, um, your nose…" Bucky easily grabbed his nose in both hands and clicked it into place.

Y/N flinched badly at the action, making Bucky laugh. "Come on, princess, it's not that difficult," he teased her and she shook her head, a smile blooming on her face. "So, um, I'm sorry about that day," she mumbled as Bucky kept the first aid kit away. "Sorry? For doing your job? Don't do that."

She looked up at him. "No, I- I should've known it was you, and I just… maybe I could've been more polite-"

"Sorry, you gotta go, the club is closed for the night and this is a staff-only room," Bucky quoted verbatim, "You couldn't have been more polite." Y/N's cheeks flushed with embarrassment and she shuffled her feet. "Please don't fire me," she whispered under her breath, yet Bucky managed to hear her. And when an opportunity presents itself…

"On one condition."

She looked up at him, wide-eyed and nodded excitedly. "Anything you want." Bucky smirked and sat back down next to her, placing his hand on her bare thigh. "Go on a date with me," he breathed out, leaning close to her. Y/N's breath and heart rate hitched at his forwardness, but she didn't have the will to deny him.

He was good-looking, he was rich, he was polite, why not give it a try? Y/N offered him a small smile. "Um, okay, I'd like that a lot," she agreed truthfully and Bucky grinned, pressing his lips to hers without wasting a moment. Y/N kissed him back, cupping his face with her hands.

In the heat of the moment, Bucky bent forward until the back of Y/N's head touched the armrest; still, they didn't pull away from each other. Bucky sneakily got his hand under Y/N's blouse, the skin on skin contact making them both groan. "Ugh, you really are very pretty, you know?" Bucky whispered as he unbuttoned her blouse and threw it away.

He stared in awe at her bra-covered breasts, his shaft twitching impatiently. But, just as he was about to unbuckle her bra, the door swung open. Bucky immediately hid Y/N under him and looked up at a horror-struck Sam, who ran out of the room screaming, "At least lock the door next time, asshole!"

Y/N giggled when she saw Bucky's flustered face. "He's right, you know," she whispered cheekily and Bucky playfully narrowed his eyes at her, attacking her neck with kisses and love bites.

"Talk to me like that again and you'll be in for a long night, pretty face."

"Oh, I'd like to see you try, boss."

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