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sethsclearwater · 6 months

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synopsis: paul and reader are at emily’s house watching a movie with the pack. reader can’t wait to get her hands on him and paul ends up giving her that and more, all on emily’s couch while everyone around them is watching a movie

warnings: smut, dom!paul, sub!reader

word count: 2.85k

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you and paul had made the short drive over to emily’s house earlier in the night for the pack’s weekly movie night. and, although you absolutely adored these weekly movie nights, you had been trying to get some alone time with paul all week but the pack seemed to need his constant attention which led to both of you being rather sexually frustrated on this fine friday night.

“paul where the fuck did you put the popcorn?” jared groaned as he opened and closed the last of emily’s kitchen cabinets on his futile hunt for the popcorn paul and you had picked up from the store on your way over.

“it’s on the counter dumbass,” paul grumbled as he got up from his spot at the kitchen table to step over to where you were currently standing, leaned over the kitchen island as you spoke to emily about how annoying your new neighbors were at your and paul’s apartment.

“paul,” you smiled as you peeked over your shoulder when you felt his hands slide over your hips, “please tell emily here that i’m not being dramatic when i say those two idiots next door are literally fucking every hour of the day,” you asked playfully, giggling when paul let out an exasperated groan.

“24/7,” paul affirmed, chuckling when you straightened up so he could wrap his arms around you and rest his chin atop your head.

emily laughed at paul’s confirmation, “that’s why i’m saying you two gotta move into one of the houses over here, they’re so much quieter than those ridiculous apartments,” she mused and you giggled, rolling your eyes as you peeked over your shoulder to look up at your imprinter.

“paul,” you started, giggling when he squeezed your hips before you turned your attention back to emily, “hates yard work so i’m thinking a house is a no-go for the foreseeable future,” you teased, bursting into another fit of giggles when paul pinched at the fatty flesh of your hips.

before you three could continue any further, embry’s booming voice came, “everyone in the living room right now, i wanna start!” he called, you and emily giggling when jared, quil, and jacob all groaned but obliged nonetheless as they got up from their spots at the kitchen table with snacks in hand.

“c’mon lahote,” you teased, taking his hand from your hip so you could lace your fingers together and tug him into the living room while emily went to go grab sam so you all could finally start the movie.

paul allowed you to lead him into the living room, quickly taking a seat on the recliner and tugging you into his lap so the two of you could have your own seat without having to worry about embry or quil whining about your and paul’s PDA with one another.

you let out a soft sigh as you curled into paul, shimmying your arm behind him so you could wrap your arms around his waist and rest your head against his chest while sam got the movie on. “you two want a blanket?” emily asked softly, handing paul one of the many big quilts she owned when you nodded.

“thanks em,” you murmured, giggling when she blew you a playful kiss before getting settled on the couch next to the two of you as sam finally started the movie. as the opening began to play, the rest of the pack quickly settled down in the darkened living room.

paul slipped his hand under your t-shirt, stroking his fingers up and down your back soothingly. you allowed yourself to relax under the blanket, curling further into paul and letting out a soft sigh of content.

after a few moments, you shifted a bit in paul’s lap in an attempt to relieve the returning ache between your thighs which paul apparently took quite the issue with. he didn’t need to use words, instead just sliding both hands down to your hips to hold you in place which only made things worse for you.

you frowned, peeking over your shoulder to look up at your imprinter who just quietly shushed you and pressed a quick kiss to your temple, “behave,” he murmured against your temple, just loud enough so you’d pick up on it despite the blaring movie in the background.

you let out a quiet huff but obliged nonetheless, curling back up into his lap only to feel something pressing up against your lower back. you went to move again but paul just tightened his grip on your hips, both of you already knowing damn well you wouldn’t be moving if he didn’t want you to.

you looked back over your shoulder at him, “‘s uncomfortable-” you whispered and he rolled his eyes, about to respond to you but quil jumped in before he could.

“for fuck’s sake you two-” quil groaned, playfully glaring at the two of you which had you letting out a soft laugh and paul rolling his eyes.

the rest of the pack also let out quiet laughs at quil’s outburst, everyone quickly falling quiet again as the scene currently playing on the screen intensified.

paul softened his grip on your hips a bit, giving you a moment to adjust yourself in his lap. despite your attempts to get comfortable, you couldn’t seem to find a position that allowed you to alleviate even the tiniest bit of the ache in between your thighs and also not have paul’s hardening cock pressing up against you.

you settled for just curling up in between his legs, resting your head against his chest as he allowed his legs to stretch out along the recliner. it didn’t take more than a few moments for you to feel his hands moving, one wrapping around your chest to he could cup on of your breasts in his hand while the other dipped down in between your legs.

in a weak attempt to not disturb quil again, you slowly looked over your shoulder to peek up at paul in an attempt to figure out what exactly he was planning on doing, “behave,” he reminded you again, voice barely above a whisper as he glanced down to meet your gaze for just a moment before looking back up at the tv.

you rolled your eyes but decided against bickering with him, just resting your head against his chest while his fingers went back to work under the blanket. his finger just barely grazed over your sweatpants, making sure he’d apply just enough pressure to ensure your clit would get some of the stimulation she was craving.

a heavy sigh fell from your lips at the touch, it was embarrassing how little he could do to make you a mess underneath him. both you and him knew all too well how electrifying both of your touches felt against the other, especially when you’d gone nearly a week without having him buried inside you.

his other hand gently massaged at your breast, smiling to himself when your eyes fluttered closed at the pleasurable sensation. as the ache between your thighs intensified, you were about to take matters into your own hands but he beat you to it and dipped his fingers beneath the band of your sweatpants and panties.

the ghost of a laugh left his lips when he realized how soaked you were, not wasting any time before he was dipping one finger inside your heat. you were quick to tighten your fingers on his shirt, biting down hard on your lower lip as you felt a moan rising in your throat.

paul just pressed his lips to your hair as his pointer finger joined his middle finger, scissoring open the tight muscle that was your cunt, “don’t cum,” he ordered quietly, only pausing his fingers for a moment as he waited for you to nod before he was back to stretching you out for him.

as it turns out, not cumming on his fingers was proving to be a much more difficult task than you’d originally thought it would be. your grip on his t-shirt tightened when you felt the coil in your belly tightening, your mind desperately trying to figure out how to stave off your first orgasm of the night.

finding no reprieve, you took one hand and slowly slid it under the band of his sweatpants and boxers, quickly seeing his aching cock pressed up against his abs. the sight alone would’ve been enough for you to cum but your mind quickly reminded you that paul would most definitely not be letting you cum again if you finished on his fingers so quickly.

“jake that’s nasty!” quil’s booming voice came from next to you and paul again and you froze, quickly looking over at paul with worry covering your features, not sure what to do.

paul just quietly shushed you, releasing his grip on your breast in favor of holding your head close to his chest as he figured out what the hell was going on with quil and jacob.

“can both of you shut up? can’t focus on shit with the two of you chewing so loud,” jared groaned, rolling his eyes as he pulled kim closer to him, the two of them sprawled out on the pull-out couch on the other side of you that also managed to miraculously fit sam and emily.

from the looks of it, sam and emily were completely passed out though so they didn’t seem to mind jared’s bickering too much.

before you could dwell on it too much, quil and jacob quieted down and everyone went back to focusing on the movie. paul slowly slid his fingers out of your pussy, shushing you when you let out a soft whine at the loss of him.

he didn’t speak, instead just rolling the two of you over so he was spooning you, the recliner letting out a rather disturbing groan as both of your weights shifted on it. jared only shot paul a playful glare at the noise before turning his attention back to the screen in front of all of you.

paul shifted behind you, pulling his cock out of its constraints while you tugged the blanket up to make sure the two of you were plenty covered in the off chance that one of the boys decided to spontaneously turn the lights on.

once paul freed his cock, he gently ran his hand over your hip, pressing a soft kiss to your hair as he gently tugged down your sweatpants and panties just enough to give him access to your entrance, “you tell me if it doesn’t feel good, yea?” paul’s lips grazed your ear as he whispered, doing his best to make sure you were feeling safe with him without letting all the rest of the boys in on your little rendezvous.

you hummed and nodded, peeking over your shoulder to press a quick kiss to his lips. he just smiled at you before allowing you to get settled again, resting your head on his bicep as he used his free hand to grab his cock and guide it towards your entrance.

a soft sigh left your lips when you felt the tip of his cock press into your entrance, the profuse amount of precum leaking from the head of his cock helping aid the intrusion.

once he was sure the head of his cock was securely in your pussy, he let go of his cock in favor of grabbing your hip to stabilize you while he got ready to fully enter you from behind.

you reached one hand out to tangle your fingers together with his free hand and paul let out a breathy laugh against your hair, his heart melting a bit when you pulled your intertwined hands close enough so you could playfully kiss his hand.

he offered your hip a soft squeeze before he pushed his hips into yours, his grip tightening when he felt your initial resistance to the intrusion. he was one of the larger members of the pack so you had grown accustomed to always needing time to stretch around his length each time he fucked you.

once he was fully sheathed inside you, he softened his grip on your hip and allowed you a few moments to accommodate the instruction that was his aching cock. his fingers stroked up and down your side soothingly as he peppered your hair with soft kisses.

once you were confident you had enough time to stretch around him, you gave his hand a squeeze and he smiled, happy to know you were feeling better with him in you, “cum quick for me, yea?” paul murmured, his lips brushing against your ear, his words and the feeling leaving your pussy throbbing around his length.

you nodded, giving his hand another squeeze before he slid his hand back down to your hip, snaking it around to dip between your legs and rub your clit. barely containing your gasp, you pushed your hips back against his which had him tightening his grip on your hip to keep you in your place.

he slowly drew his hips back, just enough to thrust into your heat without causing too much of a commotion so the rest of the pack wouldn’t realize what was happening next to them.

thankfully for you and paul, the rest of the pack was none the wiser and no one even flinched when paul began thrusting in and out of your heat, his movements fluid and slower than normal which surprisingly felt just as good as when he was pounding into you like he normally preferred to.

you tightened your fingers around his, squeezing your eyes shut when he began rubbing tight circles against your clit pressing down rather hard in a successful attempt to make you cum quicker. you buried your face in his arm, squeezing his hand tightly when you felt the coil in your belly beginning to tighten.

you knew you’d be cumming quicker than normal seeing as it’d been over a week since the last time you came or had paul fucking you but you didn’t realize it’d be this quick. when paul felt your walls clamping down on him, he knew you were close and opted to pinch the sensitive bundle of nerves between his fingers, rolling them which had you cumming on him almost instantaneously.

as you came on his cock, you bit down on your lip hard enough to nearly draw blood, your pussy throbbing around your imprinter’s cock which had him emptying his seed into your tight channel just moments later.

paul’s breath caught in his throat when he came and he slid his hand up from your pussy to your chest to hold you close to him, keeping his hips glued to yours as the two of you came down from your respective orgasms.

paul was the first to come back to his senses, loosening his grip on you when he realized just how tightly he was holding you. he peppered your shoulder and neck with gentle kisses as you came back to him, your breathing slowly evening out until you felt confident enough to peek over your shoulder at him.

he smiled at you, pressing his lips to yours for a soft kiss, “i love you,” he whispered and you let out a soft giggle, smiling back up at him.

“i love you too,” you murmured, pressing one more quick kiss to his lips before turning your attention back to the living room to see if any of the boys had noticed anything.

fortunately for you and paul, they didn’t seem to be picking up on anything, all of their eyes glued to the screen. you honestly had no idea what movie you were even watching but it must’ve been good seeing as you and paul were quite literally able to fuck right next to all of them without them noticing anything.

paul slid his hand back down your side and gently pulled his cock out of your walls, helping you shimmy your panties and sweatpants back up before he did the same for himself, both of you quickly getting comfortable in each other’s arms again without the fear of getting caught in the middle of sex by the pack.

you yawned as you rolled over in paul’s arms so you could face him and bury your face in his t-shirt, “you can sleep princess,” paul murmured, smiling when you hummed and nodded, throwing one leg over his waist to pull him closer to you.

he dipped his hand back under your sweatshirt, gently stroking his fingers up and down your side until he heard your breathing even out as you fell asleep after some much-needed intimacy with your imprinter.

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justmeinadaze · 8 months

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I Have Nothing (If I Don't Have You) Part 6 (Steddie X You)

Warnings: Security Dom Steddie X Sub (slightly bratty) Singer Fem Reader, SMUT, spanking, dirty talk, slight rough play (they show her a bit more of what they are into), FLUFF, they go on a date through Paris and she shows them around, they do discuss being more exclusive (as if she or they would want anyone else🙄 ), ANGST, slightly so with her talking briefly about being sober and her fears of being in a relationship again.

Word Count: 4812

“Obviously, you’re taking us to the Eiffel Tower, right?”, Steve grinned in your direction as you three walked the streets of Paris.

“Yes but tonight when it’s all lit up.”

The day couldn’t be any more perfect for you and you were the happiest you had been in a long time. You took them around to each place you could think of that didn’t have a long line, stopping at bakeries and little shops to have them taste everything while looking for little trinkets to bring back home.

They seemed to really be enjoying themselves which made you smile. Eddie had befriended a street musician who handed him an acoustic guitar and he sat beside him as they played a couple of songs. You took them to a vintage store where they had a blast looking at the clothes. Steve keeping trying on different hats asking you how he looked. One had a brim that three sizes too big causing you to spit out your water as you laughed at him.

After grabbing lunch, you took them to a park nearby and had a picnic.

“Seriously, I’m going to gain like thirty pounds off of this bread but so worth it.”, Steve chuckles as he takes another bite of his sandwich.

“Oh, yeah. The food is phenomenal but you have to watch out for the butter and the sauces. Don’t even get me started on the chocolate.” Eddie smiles when your eyes playfully roll back.

“Did you parents show you all these places or did you find them yourself?”, he asked.

“A bit of both. The first few years I came here I basically recreated that vacation but as I wondered the streets I found more places and things to enjoy.”

“Excusez-moi.” A little girl shyly comes up to your blanket holding out a pen and paper. “May I have your…”

“Autographe?”, you smile up at her comfortingly as she grins. “Of course. Um… Quel est… ton nom?”

“Chloe.” She beams in your direction.

“I’m sorry, Chloe. My French isn’t great.”

“It’s…okay.” Her grin grows as you give the paper back to her and lean up on your knees to give her a hug.

“Merci, Miss Y/L/N!”

“Merci, Chloe.”

The three of you watch her as she runs back to her parents.

“That was adorable.”, Steve smirks.

“It was. I didn’t know you had fans that were so small.”, Eddie adds.

“Yeah, that’s another reason I want to be better. I’m supposed to be a role model for them you know?”

“And you are, honey. You’re already doing so much better and we are extremely proud of you.”

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“Why do I have to wear a suit?!”, Eddie shouts from the bedroom as he adjusts his tie.

“Because we’re taking her to dinner, you idiot.”

“I’m just asking!”

“Plus, this will technically be our first date with her so we should look nice.”

Both men turn when they hear you exit the bathroom and their mouths fall open in shock as their eyes drink you in. Your hair was pulled up into a neat bun displaying a pair of earrings that shimmered when you moved your head. The thin spaghetti straps held up a gorgeous, black, V-neck style dress that just barely touched your ankles. When you nervously shifted your weight, the slit in the fabric exposed your leg up to your mid-thigh showing off some fancy, matching black high heeled shoes.

“What, um, what do you think?”

“You…you…Jesus, I may be underdressed.”, Steve breathily chuckled.

“Eddie?”

“You look beautiful, princess.”

Blushing, you loop your arms into theirs as they escort you out of the hotel. When you three arrive at the restaurant, they watch you in amazement as you talk to the people in charge and an antsy gentleman leads you to a table. Steve pulls out your chair and you thank him as you take a seat.

Both boys straighten up when a man comes out from the kitchen and heads towards you but immediately calm when you smile, assuring them that this is someone you know.

“Miss Y/L/N! It’s been so long, my love! How are things?”

“Things have been rough but they are getting better. Julien, these are my friends AND security, Eddie Munson and Steve Harrington.”

They grin as they shake his hand and he returns their smiles with a bright one of his own.

“Who better to watch your back than a friend that loves you, ah? Now, mon amour, should we start with the usual champagne?”

“Oh, no. Um, do you have something without alcohol?”

“Hmm? Oh! How about citron pressé?”

“Sure, I trust you.”, you giggle as you shrug, watching him disappear without asking the guys if that was ok with them. “I have no idea what that is but—what? Why are you looking at me like that?”

Both men had been starring at you with a cute, goofy smile plastered on their face.

“Nothing. You’re just adorable.”

“It’s nice seeing this side of you to. You really needed a break, sweetheart.”

The rest of the meal couldn’t be described in any other way beside perfect. They talked to you more about some positive things in their lives trying to keep the mood uplifted. Eddie told you about his love for fantasy related things like D&D which made you laugh when the other man rolled his eyes. Steve surprised you by telling you of some movies he actually really liked.

“Ok you can’t sigh aggressively when I talk about sci-fi fantasy shit but then tell her that one of your favorite movies is Star Wars!”

“It’s completely different, Munson.”

“How!?”

“It’s actually not that different.”

“Thank you, princess!”

“But to be fair, George Lucas said he made Star Wars kind of like a western so Steve may drift more towards that then regular sci-fi.”

“Ok, you’re not on my side anymore. Hush.”, Eddie responds playfully.

You did your best to tell them more happy memories with you and your family but you struggled because it hurt. Every time you stuttered through a story, though, one or both of them would reach for your hand and urge you to continue.

After you were done eating, you kept your word and took them to the Eiffel Tower as it was all lit up. The people in charge cut off a section so you three wouldn’t be noticed or bothered which you greatly appreciated.

“Wow, check out that view.” Steve exhaled as he took a few pictures pausing when he noticed your face as you leaned against the railing. “You alright, honey?”

“Yeah. I just wish I could stay here in this moment. I’m having a lot of fun with you two and I think this is the first time in a long time I’ve actually been…happy.”

Eddie’s palm gently reaches out to run down your back before bringing you to his chest to wrap you up in his embrace.

“I know what you mean. Stop me if I’m wrong Harrington but we’ve never felt like this about anyone before. We really like you, Y/N.”

“We’re all in if you are.”

“You barely know me. What if I fuck up again? What if I hurt you? What if…I’m not what you thought I am?”

“She’s doing that thing again.”, Eddie murmurs to Steve as he releases you and leans against the railing. “It’s like her own brand of self-harm…or maybe self-protection?” He raises his eyebrows inquisitively and you quickly shift your gaze. “Ah yes. There it is. She keeps says ‘What if I’ but what she really means if ‘What if you’.”

“Baby, we’re not asking you to marry us or anything. What we’re asking for is MORE nights like tonight. To be able to take you out more and get to know you better and vice versa. We know you’ve been through a lot and still are. We would never push you like they do.”

“And quite frankly, sweetheart, I don’t think there could be any more surprises because you’ve already showed us you’re not who we thought you were originally.”

“Spoiled, washed up singer.”, Steve explains when you look at them in confusion.

“When it comes to the I’s, babe, we got you covered. You slip again and want to run all over Vegas, we’ll come get you. You have one of those moments where you try to verbally hurt us, don’t worry, we got you. We have ropes and handcuffs for situations like that.” You can’t help but giggle when he winks.

“When it comes to the you’s, you can ask us anything and we’ll answer. If there’s something you need or need to know just let us know and we can talk about it.”

Glancing out towards the city, you feel everything run through your brain at once. You knew from the moment you met them that they were different. You trust them with your life so why were you so scared to trust them with your heart?

Because everyone who’s supposed to love you, hurts you…

Do they even love you? They can’t possibly…like you said they barely even know you. I guess it couldn’t hurt to jump in with both feet.

“Ok. Can we…we keep it between us?”

“We honestly assumed you would because of the press and everything.”, Eddie answers with a small smile.

“I think that’s another reason Simon was with me. He liked the attention from the press.”

“Hm. Well, coming from a small town where everyone was in everyone’s business, trust me, we don’t want that kind of attention.”, Steve retorts as he leans over the railing like you had.

Looping your arm through his, you lean your head against his shoulder as Eddie holds your hand and looks out into the city.

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“I have a request.”

“Oh lord.”, the metalhead playfully sighs making you smile.

“Calm down, Mr. Munson.”, you giggle. “The other night I asked you two to show me how much you care about me…” They nod when you pause, urging you silently to continue. “Can you show me how to take care of you?”

Both men, who were now sitting on the couch in the hotel room looked up at you now with slight confusion.

“When we first got together, you said you liked it rough. The other night you implied there was more to what you both were into. I want to give you what you want.”

“You do, honey.”

“You really do.”, Eddie follows almost too eagerly.

“I still don’t think your ready.”, Steve sighs as he takes off his jacket and starts rolling up his sleeves.

“Isn’t this all about trust? Not only do I trust you two but you should trust me to know my limits. Well…in this regard.”

The other man takes off his jacket as well, removing his button up shirt underneath along with it now donning a white tank that displayed his muscles and tattoos in a way that had you salivating.

“Oh, come on, Stevie. We can start slow. Maybe we can show her what a punishment would look like. Something small for running away and having us worried.”

Steve sighs playfully as he motions with his fingers for you come closer. As you sit beside him on the sofa, he gently pets the back of your head while they both continue to look at you with nothing but care.

“If you feel uncomfortable at any point, just say the safe word, ok?”

“Ok, Steve. I promise.”

He grins as his hand slides down to your back and guides your body till you’re laying across his lap on your tummy. While he flips up the underside of your dress Eddie runs his fingers through your hair, moving any lingering strands away from your face.

“How many you think, Ed? 10?”

“10 sounds good. I think she can handle that.”

As your stomach tightens into knots with nerves, Steve’s palm soothes you as it runs down your spine and over the meat of your ass. Abruptly, it lifted and came down spanking your behind eliciting a shocked gasp from your lips. He didn’t hit you hard as it was meant to test.

“How did that feel, babe?”

“Um, odd but g-good.”

“Has anyone ever spanked you before?”, Eddie asked.

“No. Not like this.”

“Honey, I want you to count for me, ok?”

“O-O-Okay. One.”

His hand come down much harder and this time you let out a little moan especially after Steve soothes you by running his fingers along the reddening skin.

“Two.”

“Good girl, sweetheart.”

He spanks you twice in quick secession and they both let out a groan of their own as you breathily count them off. Steve tugs down your panties, his hand coming back to travel a bit between your legs as your mouth falls open when his thumb slides between your sex.

“Oh, Eddie. Little baby is so wet right now. I think the spanking doesn’t feel so odd anymore, huh?”

When you didn’t answer, ringed fingers gripped your hair tightly and tugged you back.

“He asked you something, your highness.”

“Feels…good…AH! Five!”, you moaned as Steve spanked you again.

Eddie held a tight grip on you as the other boy began steadily rubbing your clit while occasionally delivering a harsh smack to your ass.

“What number are we on, baby? Wouldn’t want Stevie to lose count and have to start all over again.”

“Mmm—Nine—Please, Steve. I’m gonna…”

You didn’t see it but they smirked at each other as he slide two fingers into your core and rapidly pumped them inside of you. Your eyes rolled as the coil snapped and as you moaned his name his hand came down one final time while you panted out that final number.

“Good girl, honey.”, he cooed as he delicately lifted your dress over your head. “Let’s get this off here.” You keened into his neck as he sat you up and placed you in his lap while Eddie ran his palm along your legs. “Did you like it, baby?”, Steve whispered.

“Yeah, I liked it a lot. Did you like it? Spanking me?”

He chuckles under his breath, trying to stifle the moan that wants to come out at the sound of your little voice. Reaching for your hand, he places it directly on the bulge in his slacks.

“I loved it.” Your eyes flutter closed as his lips tenderly trail up your cheek to your ear. “You like that, pretty girl? You like making us feel good?”

“M-More. Please. I can handle more. I swear.”

They glanced at each other mischievously knowing you were all riled up.

“No.”

“Please! I can handle it!” As you begin to whine they smile and you can’t help but laugh. “You’re messing with me?”

“A little. We’re kind of curious in this headspace how far your brat can go.” Eddie’s grin grows as you climb on to his lap and wrap your arms around his neck.

“Do you want me to be more bratty?”

“I think you’re capable of it. I work with you remember?”

“You didn’t answer my question.”

“Hey. In here, honey, you answer us, not the other way around.”, Steve scolded.

The metalhead tries to keep the upper hand as you grind your hips against his own. His eyes remain heavily on yours as he licks his lips to keep any other sounds from escaping.

“In here, sweetheart, we have control.”

“You do out there to!”, you whine as you point absently outside. “Where do I have control?”

“Stop moving.”, he says sternly.

“Make me.”

His eyes grow dark as the smile he was adorning falls from his face.

“Stop. Moving.”

You falter for a second as his voice and demeanor throw you off guard but you remain steadfast as you continue. Steve laughs from your side before Eddie lifts you up with one arm and carries you to the bedroom.

Throwing you on to the mattress, he holds your down with his palm on your chest as he uses his other to unbuckle his belt and free his cock from its confinement.

“If you want to stop, just tap twice, ok?” When you nod, his fingers grip your hair as he hovers his face above yours. “Ok?!”

“Ok! Yes, sir! Tap twice!”

Steve nonchalantly throws himself beside you as he watches Eddie slide his cock into your mouth.

“She’s so fucking stubborn sometimes. I swear.”

While the metalhead takes over thrusting his length down your throat, Steve is always alert, watching you to make sure you really were ok. They genuinely did trust you would say the safe word if you needed but neither boy wanted to push you that far.

“Fuck, princess your mouth feels so fucking good. With all that fucking sass, I’m not sure she deserves our dicks in her pussy tonight, Harrington.”

Eddie tried to control his eyes from rolling back when he felt you groan around him.

“Did you have something you wanted to say?”

“Please. I’m sorry, Eddie. I’ll do whatever you want. I promise I’ll behave.”, you beg as you shift up to your knees and continue stroking him with your hand. “Please. I need you inside me. I need to feel you.”

Pinching your cheeks between his fingers, he brings your lips to his before firmly pushing you backwards onto the bed.

“Go show Steve how much you’ll behave.”

As you crawl over to the now naked man, you tenderly kiss his stomach making him smile as he strokes your hair. Delicately running your tongue along his slit, he moans as he pulls your hair into a ponytail with his hands and watches you fully take him into your awaiting mouth.

Eddie jostled you around a bit till your ass was fully on display for him and you both whimpered as he guided his cock into your entrance. The warmth of his chest encases you as he leans against your back and kisses your shoulder.

“Come on, sweetheart. I know you can take him better than that especially with the way you run that sassy mouth.” Taking over Steve’s hold of your hair, he guides your movements making you gag and drool as the man mewls with pleasure. “Atta girl. There you go.”

Eddie rolls his hips hard, roughly nudging against that tender spot inside of you that has your eyes rolling back.

“Is that the spot, pretty girl?” Pulling your head, he forces you to look at him. “Is it? Right there?” You struggle to form words as he continues to grind against you. “Answer me, Y/N.”

“Ah! Y-Yes, there. D-don’t stop. Please…”

The metalhead grins as he pushes you back down on Steve’s cock before releasing his hold on your hair to grip your waist as he leans back on his knees and pounds his hips into yours.

“G-Good girl, honey. Fuck. You take us both so well.”, Steve coos as he pets your head.

Eddie’s fingers slide underneath you, rubbing fast circles into your little bundle of nerves, driving you crazy in the best way as you throw you head back in pleasure.

“FUCK! Eddie please!”

Ringed fingers wrap around your throat and pull you up to your knees as you lean against his shoulder.

“That’s right, baby. Say my name again. Who’s making you feel this good?”, he murmurs into your ear as he slams into you harder.

“Eddie! I’m…Eddie, please…”

Your hand takes hold of his wrist as your other clings his hair while your arm wraps around his neck. His fingers move faster to match his pace while you continue chanting his name until the ball drops and your body trembles against him as you cum.

“Fuck me.”, Eddie groans, shoving you back down against the mattress and holding your wrists behind your back as he chases his high.

Grunting above you, his rhythm becomes sloppier and you mewl as you feel him release his seed inside of you.

“Good girl, princess.”, he praised as he gradually pulled out of you and kissed any part of your skin his lips could reach. “It’s Steve’s turn, sweet girl. Whenever you’re ready.”

Your head shot up in search for him and as your eyes met his soft ones, his fingers reached out to caress your sweaty face. When you nod, he motions for you to come closer, taking hold of you under your arms and scooting you both up closer towards the pillows.

“Come here, honey. No, the other way.”, he instructs as you started straddling his waist. After turning away from him, he guides you down till your back his against his chest. One of his strong palms holds on to your chest as his other holds the base of his cock and runs to along your dripping lips between your legs. “Jesus. Eddie made you feel real good, didn’t he, baby?”

Nodding, you turn your head to kiss his cheek and he moans as he breaches your entrance, sheathing himself inside of you with minimal resistance. As he thrusts his hips up against you, his fingers move around to massage your nub as the hand on your chest takes hold of tit making you growl in ecstasy.

“Steve! So…so deep…oh god.”

“Yeah? Does that feel good, Y/N?” Picking up his pace, the bed begins to move underneath you as he clings to your sweaty, messy frame. “Fuck, that’s it. That’s our girl. Your pussy is just fucking clinging to me, pretty girl, God damn.”

Pushing up, you balance on your hands as your hips push down to meet his.

“Can you see it? My cock disappearing inside of you?”

“Steve, please. Please!”

Tugging on your hair, he pulls you back against him, hugging your tightly as he thrusts into you harder. The sound of skin hitting skin fills the room and your eyes roll back as you drag your nails against his flesh.

“I’m…I’m…”

Without warning, he shoves against your back pushing you up and pulling himself out of you, yanking your hips backwards till your pussy was hovering over his face. Roughly, his hands pushed you back down, urging your lips over his cock as he wrapped his arms around your waist, holding you still as he his tongue devoured you.

Your hips grinded against him as his head moved quickly from side to side causing you to lift your head and scream as you came. As he continued to lick your clean, you bobbed your head around his length wanting him to feel as good as he had just made you feel.

His grunts reverberated in your cunt as he pumped his hips upwards till you felt rope after rope of his spend hit the back of your throat.

Falling to the side, you both panted till Eddie’s voice broke the silence.

“Yeah, that’s cool. Just put your feet by my face.” You giggled as you lifted your leg and touched his nose with your big toe. “Ew, gross. With these beautiful pedicured, toes. Still purple, I see.”

“I like purple and no one is looking at my feet that closely in an arena style concert.”

“Do you want to take a bath, Y/N, or a shower?”, Steve asks.

“I want to curl up into a cocoon and sleep for 100 years.”

“Ok, bath it is.”, he grinned as he rolled over the side and lifted you into his arms.

While he got everything ready, Eddie’s hands lightly gripped your shoulders and tilted you forward. When your eyes shifted to the mirror, you realized he was looking at your behind.

“It doesn’t hurt. I mean, it’s sore but…”

“I figured. I just need to take a look and make sure you don’t need any ice or anything. I’m sure you’ve noticed but Steve Harrington has big hands so sometimes he unintentionally leaves marks that last for a couple of days.”

“Part of the reason I ask questions.”, he winks as he guides you into the water.

“No one has ever asked me questions before or even done any kind of aftercare. I like it. It makes me feel cared for.

“We do care… a lot.”, Eddie smiles as he holds up your hair while Steve continues to clean you.

“Is this normal for you two? The shared partner thing?”

“I wouldn’t say ‘normal’ but we’ve done it before. Never with a client, however.”, Steve sighs.

“So…this could look bad for everyone if people found out?”

Both men stopped moving as they gave you their full attention.

“Yes. And not just because of the press.”

“People may not hire us anymore if they thought our judgment could be altered when it came to protecting them.”, Eddie followed in a serious tone.

“Are you implying Mr. Munson, that your judgment in keeping me safe has now changed?”

“I’m saying, Y/N, I would take a bullet for you but, for example, us keeping you sober isn’t a part of the security job description. If…If you wanted to get drunk right now we shouldn’t have any say in that…”

“Unless it leads to you roaming Paris in your underwear or makes someone want to hurt you.” Steve glances over your serious face. “What are you thinking, honey?”

“I just…I see what you mean. I wouldn’t want either of you to take a bullet or get hurt because of me. I’d rather it be me…”

It had been a while since you saw their eyes shift into this particular authoritative glow. Steve almost too roughly cupped your cheeks in his hands as he forced you to look at him.

“Don’t ever think or let us hear you say that again. It’s our job to keep you safe not the other way around. Do I make myself clear?”

“Yes, I understand.”, you whisper as your hands takes hold of his wrists.

“Y/N, like I said, we care about you but if your safety is on the line BECAUSE of us then we would end this right here right now.”

You pushed down the urge to cry at the thought of them leaving you. They had done so much for you in the short time they had been a part of your team.

“I promise I won’t interfere. I trust you both to take care of me.”

Steve’s eyes flick to Eddie’s for a moment before he kisses your forehead and lets you go.

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The following Monday, the three of you were sitting in your manager’s office waiting for him as he burst through with Sarah in tow.

“Well, look who decided to finally grace us with her presence. How was the vacation, Y/N?”, Jack sassed. “I don’t know why you two are even here. You’re fired.”, he gestures towards the boys.

“No they aren’t.”

“Excuse me?!”

“I said no they aren’t and you lower your voice when you speak to me!” Sarah smiled from her seat as the men on either side of you contained their excitement for you. “Jack, I’m tired. You were one of the ones that kept pushing me to get sober and now that I’m trying…I shouldn’t be on tour right now especially not with people like Mark shouting at me every 10 seconds. I need time to really have go at this.”

“Y/N…”, he sighed. “We’ve had this tour set up for months. Now I’ve put up with a lot from you but—”

“But nothing. I’m telling you no. I need a break. I can do interviews and keep working on the album. I can do little shows here but I can’t do a country wide tour right now.”

“Y/N, listen to me. Hear me. If you do this, if you cancel this tour, I will be forced to drop you as a client.”

You straighten up as you exhale, tapping into that sassy girl that resides within you.

“So be it. Sarah? Have you thought about being an agent?”

“Me? Oh, um, I mean…”

“You’re honestly the only person I trust who has always had my well-being in mind. I’ll pay you what I pay Jack and then some.”

She smiles as she glances towards your now former agent.

“I guess I just got a promotion.” You both stand, giving her a big hug before she pulls back to cup your face. “I’m really proud of you. I’ll come by later today and we can talk about a statement for the tour.”

“Y/N, please! Don’t do this! Look, why don’t you sit down and we can talk about this rationally.”, Jack begs. As he reaches for your arm to stop you from leaving, Eddie swats it away.

“I’m sorry, sir. You aren’t allowed to touch Miss Y/L/N.”

“But if you would like to speak with her, feel free to call her agent Sarah to set up an appointment.”, Steve grins as they both follow you out of the office.

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sinnerlillith · 2 years

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stay strapped

he’s called “Eddie ‘the freak’ Munson” for a reason ok. that reason is: he likes being pegged.

Includes: established friends with benefits relationship, praise kink, sub eddie, dom (F) reader, strap on, Eddie gets called a pervert, missionary, choking, finger gag, finger sucking, begging, anal fingering

word count: 3.3k

summary: you go to a “toy” store with robin and decide to try your new toy out on eddie, and boy does he have fun.

“Robin, put that down!” you giggle quietly.

“But it has a massive suction cup...you think if I put it on my head I’ll look like a uni- no, a dildo-corn?” she laughs at her own joke. You roll your eyes with a smile. she places the veiny rainbow 7 incher down and returns back to your side.

“We’re in an adult store, how about we act like adults too?” you say looking away as you browse the dildos. your eye catches a jet black strap on dildo, but it doesn't look like a typical dildo. You pick it up to examine it.

“Beginners anal dildo? why do you want that?” asks Robin as she peers over your shoulder. So thats why it looks like that, you think. Its slightly curved backwards with pleasure curves on the bottom for extra stimulation. its about 6 inches long, but not too thick since it’s for a beginner. You could only think of one person to use this on...

“For pegging of course. I also need a strap, preferably pink.” and of course, robin knows where that is. she takes you further to the back of the store.

“I like this one the best, and it comes in pink. Didn't know you were that kinky, y/n” Robin teased. You just smiled a flustered smile as you eyed the strap.

“Whatever Robin, don’t act vanilla with me” you thanked her for the recommendation and purchased both items, along with some lube. After your day with robin, you head back home thinking about how to ask your friend- well, friend you hook up with sometimes- if he wants to even be pegged. You don’t want to freak him out, but you love experimenting with him. Eddie isn't vanilla at all, but you’ve never tried any sort of anal stimulation on him.

You decide to just give him a call instead of asking him in person to save yourself from the embarrassment if things go wrong. You think about how to ask him. Should you flirt first? Should you be direct? You finally come to terms with the fact that its just a question, not a big deal.

You dial his home number. As it rings, you get more and more nervous and before you lose your confidence, you finally hear the line connect. “Munson residence.” Its Eddies voice, except it sounds a little off, like he’s eating something.

Munchies, you thought to yourself. He is a bit of a stoner after all. you decide to cut right to the chase anyway.

“How do you feel about pegging?”

You hear a chip bag fall to the floor, followed by a short silence. You cant see, but Eddie eyes widened and he stopped chewing. Thank goodness his uncle isn't there to see the mess.

“y/n? what happened to ‘hi’ ‘whats up’?”

You cant help but laugh, and as he heard you laugh on the other end of the line, he too giggled his stupid signature high-eddie-munson giggle. “Yeah I’m too high for this man” he says putting his hand over his flustered face.

“I’m sorry, I’m sorry!” you said between small laughs. “I just had the idea when I was at the adult store with robin-”

“You were at an adult store?” he interrupted “And you say I’m more horny than you. You’re a freak, sweetheart.”

You smiled at his name for you. “Well you're the one who occasionally has sex with this ‘freak’, and I haven’t seen you complain.” you snapped back playfully.

He would be lying if he said he didn’t enjoy you being in charge in the bedroom. He had a strong feeling you were into being dominant at times, which is why he initiated the idea of a friends with benefits relationship with you. And how could you refuse? Seeing such a pretty boy below you, hair spread across the pillow, the back of his hand over his mouth to attempt to cover his flustered face. His tatted chest heaving up and down, covered with your hickeys and bite marks. Of course, he failed to cover that pleasured face of his fully. His big brown eyes always showed what he really wanted.

And his whines. You swear you’re addicted to them, he’s such a pretty whiner. He seems ashamed of his noise, but you love that he’s noisy and you praise him every time.

“Ok y/n, how about you come by in an hour and we’ll see if I’m into pegging.” he says with a smile that you can practically hear in his teasing voice. He’s excited to see what you come up with, but he definitely needs time to freshen up first.

You smiled at his confidence, knowing that soon enough he’ll be a whimpering, whining, begging mess. “Ok dork, in an hour.” you replied and hung up.

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You knocked on his trailer door waiting for it to open. When it did, you see Eddie wearing black plaid pajama pants and a Metallica tee, the total opposite of your tight cropped tank top and shorts. Only Eddie would be in pjs before sundown, but damn does he look good in black. His ringed fingers lift as he gestures for you to come in. He’s barely even holding eye contact with you, even though he’s smiling since he’s happy to see you.

You smiled at him and decided to immediately start teasing as you entered, noticing his shy manner. “Well well well, looks like you did your hair for me, huh pretty boy?” you noticed his hair had less frizz and looked softer. He took a lock of it between his fingers and covered up his grin as he closed the door. He turned to you, looked down at the floor as his face heated from the nick name you called him. his grin got wider, looking back up at you.

“Gotta freshen up for the lady, right?” he responded. You both walked to his bed room. You placed your bag full of your new toys and lube on his bed. You sat at the edge of the bed as he crawled into the middle, placing himself against his pillows on the wall where the head board should be. He leaned back, watching you reach into the bag.

Your eyes look up and meet his. “You wanna see it, dont you?” you teased him with a smile. He looked at you, and back down at the bag with a small smile, and then he nodded. “Use your words, Eddie. c’mon big boy.” you said, with a very different tone than earlier. A more sultry tone, the kind of tone that made him heat up.

“Ok, ok fine y/n. I want to see it, just stop teasing” you giggled, and then pulled out the strap and dildo. You watched his face closely, his smile faded and he gulped. he tensed up, but not with fear. Instead, it was with arousal. “oh shit” he blurted.

“Yeah, ‘oh shit’ indeed.” you connected the dildo to the strap and placed it back on the bag. “if for whatever reason, you feel like you changed your mind, just let me know. Ok pretty?” your tone turned into a gentle one. He sat up and looked at you. He holds eye contact and says “yeah yeah I know, just get on top of me.”

Your eyebrow raised. “excuse me?” then you see Eddie finally realize he gave you a command when you're the one thats supposed to be in charge.

“I mean, please get on top of me” he corrected himself. you climbed on top of him as his back was still slightly angled up against his pillows so he’s not horizontal. You're now straddling him, his big warm hands find your waist as he slightly grips it. Your hands travel to his long hair, which is definitely softer than usual. Your thumbs find his face and gently tug him until your lips meet. The kiss is slow at first, patient and sweet. Moments later, when your hips begin to grind on him, but very slowly and his grip on you tightens. The kiss gets wetter and harsher. Your tongues brush over each other and you think to yourself he’s way too good at this kissing shit.

You break the kiss to lean your head to the right, brush his hair back off his neck, and leave teasingly light kisses on him. His eyes flutter and he finds it hard to keep them open, so he moves his hands down to grip your ass. This drives you just as crazy as your kisses on him does, causing you to kiss his neck heavier, and once you lick a stripe from the base all the way up slowly to his ear, he groans. You then gently bite on his ear lobe and his mouth falls open, letting out a small curse.

“damn it, sweetheart just- please” you bite his neck, starting softly. “you can be rougher with me, you know” he whines.

“What a pervert” you say in his ears. and thats all it takes for the tightness in his boxers to get even tighter. his grip on you tightens too and his breath hitches. You slide your hands down his clothed chest agonizingly slow as you bite his neck again harder. You then start to lean a little further back to take his shirt off revealing his tatted chest once again. He catches you staring, but you push him back onto the pillows roughly and discard your own shirt. You look back down at his flushed face, noticing him catching a glimpse of your lacey bra.

“You’re so bea-” his compliment is interrupted by your fingers shoving into his mouth. His eyes widen, pleasantly surprised while he looks back up at you.

“shut up.” you say firmly, but this only turns him on more. he begins to suck on them and his big hands find their way down to your thighs, the rings on his fingers shock your skin in his grip. his hips buck up into your forming wetness. “Good boy” you say quietly with a smile, but not quiet enough for him to not notice. The look on his face changes after your praise, his eyebrows are angled more downward at the edges and drool comes out of his mouth as you slowly pull your fingers out just so you can push them back in.

His head is spinning, his ears are red hot, and his dick.... well its only getting harder and harder and you haven’t even touched it yet.

“I can tell you’re getting even more excited, baby. Wanna tell me what you want me to do about it?” you tease. He whines against your fingers, his voice is completely muffled. “Oh thats right, you cant speak. do you want permission to speak, baby boy? hm?” He nods frantically, eyes squeezing shut. It’s like he’s begging without words. You decide to play nice and pull your fingers out, giving him permission. His breathing shortens and his voices is almost trembling.

“please, please, fuck me.” he pants. “I need it, so bad... I’ll be a good boy I promise” he rambles. His eyes are erotic as he licks his lips and you bite yours.

“And how do want me to fuck you, pervert?” you knew exactly how he wanted you, but you wanted to hear him say it. You wanted to hear him beg for your strap, beg you to spread his legs, finger him, fuck him, choke him, whatever you wanted to do with him. His big and needy brown eyes trailed over to the strap at the end of the bed. You turned your head to look too, and then turned back at him. “you want that?” his eyes met yours again and he nodded.

“Why so shy? you still aren’t using your words, Eddie. Wheres all that confidence gone, hm?” You tilted your head to the side with an innocent smile while grabbing his face with one hand so he stays looking into your eyes.

“oh god y/n, just please fucking use me already” he panted. you turned around and grabbed the strap, then told him to move further down the pillows so he can lay horizontally.

“I cant use you with all those clothes on baby boy. strip for me.” he quickly took off the rest of his clothes and laid back. Sure enough, his dick was ridiculously hard and firm, waiting to be touched. You stood up to take your shorts off, but kept your underwear on so you could place your strap over it. you got back on the bed, arms beside his hips. You placed yourself in between his toned legs so you could get ready to prep him. You looked towards the man who’s beneath you, legs slightly spread, hair splayed across his pillow that his left hand grips behind him, while his tatted right arm is over his mouth. His eyes are squinted in desperation. “You look so adorable Eddie...” you say as one of your hands comes down to brush downward against his thigh, then back up again. You place your hand underneath his thigh and lift it up “I’m going to need you to hold your legs open for me, ok?”

He obediently holds both of his legs back and open so you have access to him. you move your hand from off his thigh up to the side of his head. You lean down and kiss him, biting at his bottom lip making let out a soft whimper. Your tongues touch and caress each other, as your opposite hand comes up to his mouth “open.” you command, and of course he opens as you place your middle finger in his mouth. He sucks and his tongue swirls around it as you praise him for being such an obedient boy for you. You go back to making out with him as your hand trails down to his hole.

The moment your finger makes contact, he gasps and you swallow that gasp with your mouth still on him. You circle his rim slowly, making him squirm at the unfamiliar yet pleasurable contact. His legs move on their own and hook around your lower body, making your strap poke at his own lower body, causing his mind to race. Your head turns to the right as it moves down his neck again, except this time, you’re incredibly rough. He asked for it after all, so you suck harsh marks on his neck ignoring his curses. This is also when you stop teasing his rim, and push your finger in. Slowly at first, then you wiggle it inside to get him to loosen up as you pull it back out, just to put it back in again. His hand finds its way to your hair and the other to you back, desperately trying to find something to hold onto as his body burns with pain from his neck and pleasure from his hole. “Relax Eddie, you’re tight.” you say against his skin.

“Jesus fucking christ y/n” he moans, “you’re crazy”. your finger moves in and out faster, but his moans only increase.

“Sounds like someone wants another finger” you tease. you lift yourself up off him, finger still inside. You look down at the mess you’re making out of him, all these marks on his neck, sweat on his head making his pretty curls stick to him. His lips wet and red from all the biting. His chest is rising and falling with his mouth open and sighing. You turn away to get the lube so you can add more fingers and go faster. you squeeze some directly onto his hole, and continue pumping. “How does it feel, pretty?” but he can barley answer. He nods and pants out a “good, feels so good... mm, want more” and you oblige.

You add a second finger, and its a little easier to slip in. You can tell he’s starting to relax. his eyes roll back before he shuts them in pleasure.

“oh fuck, dont-ha, dont stop..” he lets out a whine. “please, please-” his requests are cut off by your hand around his throat. You squeeze, just enough to make him see stars, but not enough to have pressure on his breathing. Your fingers are moving even faster now, his left hand wraps around your arm thats choking him and-

is he...? oh my god... he’s pushing my hand down further on his throat..

“You really are a pervert, huh. Wanting me to choke you with my fingers inside of you” you taunt him with a grin. his eyes trail to yours and he has a stupid smile on his face. You know it’s about time to fuck his brains out, so you release his throat and pull your fingers out of him to grab the lube. You lube up the strap and aline the tip with his hole. Your hands snake to his firm hips and grip. “lift your legs up further. thats it, good boy.” Your eyes meet his. “are you ready now?”

“Hell yeah” he says lightly, still breathing heavy and still smiling. You push in slowly, your hips meeting his lower body, observing his face. His eyebrows tighten, and then relax. his mouth is hanging open.

“holy shit, y/n” he lets out an open mouthed groan, and holy shit it’s hot.

You pull out to the tip, and thrust back in carefully. you do that not even 3 more times until he’s squirming again, with both his arms reaching out to grab your own. “more...” he says in a full on whimper. its pitchy and whiney and oh so perfect. You smile down at him.

“is that how you ask, Eddie baby?”

“more, please”

“thats my boy.”

You thrust only a little bit faster, but end them harder, like your punctuating your thrusts. Both his hands go to cover his mouth as he squints his eyes shut. his pitchy moans are muffled, and his legs begin to shake every time you enter.

“Let” thrust

“me” thrust

“hear” thrust

“you” thrust

His legs are fully trembling, he’s now even more sweaty, and so are you. his hands move off his mouth and his voice is clearer.

“there it is....” you coo, “theres my pretty boy. keep making those noises for me honey” with the biggest smile on your face.

he cant handle all the praise, all the roughness, and he sure as hell now cant handle your hand pumping his shaft matching your thrusts. His legs shake around you, his panting increases and so do his groans.

“im gonna... damn it, gonna cum” his head goes back, one arm falls over his eyes and the other above his head, resting on his hair. you push his legs up with both hands. Your thrusts don’t falter but you start to pant now, you feel yourself getting tired but you power through.

“lets see it then, huh? make me proud, pretty boy” you’re hitting just the right spots and its driving him to his climax fast. He reaches down to touch himself since you stopped, and he gets himself off to your thrusts, praise, and breathy moans at the sight of him. It's beyond erotic. All you hear is his noises, skin slapping skin, and the wetness of his dick as he pumps himself infront of you. He looks absolutely perfect.

Soon enough, his cum paints his stomach. He's whining and thanking you, but you're still moving in and out of him. Your thrusts are slow and soft now as you bend down to kiss all over his face.

"you did so good, Eds. That was really fun you know."

You pull out and discard the strap while he catches his breath. "That was... definitely intense... holy shit" he says between deep breaths as he lifts himself onto is forearms.

"But did you like it?" You ask, concerned.

"Did I?" He says flirtatiously with a dazed fucked out look on his face "I think that's obvious. Now I need to get this-" he gestures to his cum still on him "-off of me and smoke again"

You started putting things back into your bag, except the dildo so you could clean it, until he grabbed your waist and pulled you so you would fall back onto the side of him.

"or" he mumbles suggestively, "you could sit on my face?"

★・・・・・・★・・・・・・★

now would y'all believe me if i said this was my first fic I’ve ever written in the history of ever? i did absolutely nothing productive today except for this. i hope everybody is wet and shaking rn after reading this because i was stressed making it 💪🏽

More of my pegging Eddie writing

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vitamin-cunt · 2 years

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Brat | Brat! Izuku Midoriya x Reader

A/N: Dumbification, !!choking!!, rough sex, bratting, brat taming, pegging (but kept vague), punishment, Master calling, sub! Midoriya, dom! Reader, GN! Reader (this one is intense, I’m not even gonna lie)

It was naive of you to assume Izuku would be anything but a brat.

But perhaps it was because you were ignorant to the horny little shit he truly was.

When you met him, he was a skittish, shy, but well meaning boy. Innocent would have been the word used to describe him.

But innocent didn’t match the buckets of hard drives he had of porn, the shelves he dedicated to dirty manga, the time he took to budget for sex toys.

He was inexperienced and very sensitive, but far from innocent.

Far from obedient.

Izuku was a fucking brat.

“You’re doing it on purpose…” he’d whined against your ear, arms wrapped around your waist as you looked at shirts on the rack. It was a busy store, which he’d decided to take advantage of and stay very close to you.

“Doing what?” You asked, picking up a shirt that had caught your eye. You take a sharp breath when he steps closer, forehead against your back, arms growing tighter, and, most notably, a growing bulge pressing against your ass.

“You’re…you’re turning me on,” he said, lips against your shirt. “A-and it’s making me hard in public! So we have to go home to fix it, or else I’m gonna go fix it myself.”

“Puppy, you know-”

“I know I can’t touch myself without permission, so here I am, asking for permission!” He stepped even closer to you, and his hips stuttered against your ass, unintentionally grinding against you. His fingers begin to slip under your shirt. “I’ll do it right here if you don’t believe me.”

“Try it, and you’ll be in a chastity cage for a week,” you say bluntly.

But in pure Izuku fashion, he replies just as bluntly. “What if I don’t care?” He asks, lips migrating to your neck, fingers successfully finding their way under your shirt. “What if I want my master to punish me?”

There it is.

That’s what he wanted.

Your first reaction was to ignore his request, teach him a lesson by not giving in. But you were looking forward to shopping for the first time in a while. It just had to be ruined by his horny insistence.

Perhaps, for the first time, you would give into his fit.

“Fine.”

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Innocent Izuku was what his friends knew him to be.

But innocent didn’t align with the position he was currently in, face being pushed further into his pillow while his ass was being pounded by his very frustrated master.

He fruitlessly gripped his headboard, while you just wouldn’t stop thrusting.

“Ahhh- M-master, I- fuckkk, fuckfuckfuck, I’m sorry! S-sorry, I shouldn’t have- I should have been patient and- Hhhnngh!” He arched his back further, eyes rolling back into his head when you finally hit his prostate. “Fuckk, master deeper, punish me harderrr~” he moaned, trying to fuck himself against you to no avail. You were simply thrusting too quickly.

This was exactly what he wanted.

He was shocked that you decided not to go the harsher route this time, instead giving him exactly what he wanted by fucking his brains out.

He wasn’t complaining.

He whimpered when he felt your fingers slip against his neck and settle snugly there. You lift his face up from the bed a bit to get a better angle and apply pressure.

It wasn’t enough to cause suffocation, but it was enough to cause discomfort.

Discomfort and arousal.

Here you were, manhandling him, and, aside from his neck, not being gentle about it either.

“This is what you wanted, right?” You ask, looking down at that cute freckled ass and how his hole stretched for you and you only. Yeah, you’d regret giving in later, but for now, you were going to enjoy fucking him stupid. “Don’t go apologizing when you asked for this, Puppy,” you say your fingers patiently growing pressure around his neck.

With every thrust, his ass slapped against your hips, with every thrust, he shivered from the pain and the pleasure, with every thrust, he felt himself loose any semblance of intelligence.

You were so, so rough, but he knew his safe word. And he knew his cues.

All he needed right then was to focus on getting fucked and focus on his punishment.

But how could he focus when you were leaving bite marks up and down his back?

The tears broke through and he began to shake from pleasure filled sobs.

"Stho good, stho goood!" He moaned through hiccups and cries.

"I bet it feels good, doesn't it?" You whisper against his bruised skin.

He couldn’t reply; he responded instead with a string of unintelligible whimpers and gasps.

He couldn't even try to grasp anything; his hands had gone limp.

His back, his ass, his his neck, fuck, you were claiming it all.

His cock, his leaking neglected cock, was soon pressed flat against the bed along with the rest of his body.

Fuck, he was gonna cum.

"Mmmh, I-I'wanna- Master, please, I wanna cu-um!!"

"Brats don't get to cum," you say, your hand finally settling on a set amount of pressure on his neck.

"Pleaaase, please, I-I'll..." He couldn't think, he couldn't think.

You'd finally fucked him dumb.

He stupidly writhed underneath you, hips twitching as his gasps grew more and more erratic. It seemed his entire body had grown flushed.

"Fuckkk!!!," he sobbed, and with one final thrust, came.

Hard.

He continued to sob through the ropes of cum that'd stained the sheets beneath him, knowing there was further punishment waiting for him.

It was a good thing he loved your punishments.

#sub izuku #dom reader #sub bnha #sub boy #sub character #thirst #bnha x reader #mha x reader #sub mha

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skelitinonmyback · 10 months

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short skirt/long jacket

pairing: poe dameron x fem!reader

synopsis: poe is a barista at the coffee shop you go to everyday, and he is absolutely head over heels for you. your femme fatale, business woman vibe makes his knees weak every time you come by. after pressure from his coworkers he put his moves on you. and you are more than happy to take him on.

content warning: SMUT 18+, dom!reader, sub!poe, oral sex (r!receiving), edging, male whimpers, grinding, teasing

word count: 3.9k

You were the only thing Poe looked forward to. His ears perked like a dog whenever he heard the bell at the front of the store chime at the arrival of a new customer, hoping it was you. His coworkers Finn and Rey caught on pretty quick by the way he turned bright red and stuttered everytime you came in. There was one time when Finn swore he saw Poe check his breath when you came through the door and he has yet to live that down.

That was the only reason Poe was putting on his apron now actually. The guarantee of seeing you was a greater motivator than the coffee they sold at the cafe. He clocked in and instead of being a good worker, his eyes were trapped on the door hoping to summon you. Maybe you were wearing a trenchcoat since the fall weather has finally started. God, you would look so good in a trenchcoat.

“You know staring at the door won’t make her get here any faster,” Rey shook her head behind him, the sound of her voice making him jump.

“Fuck, don’t sneak up on me like that,” he pouted, not happy being called out like that.

She rolled her eyes, she was standing behind him for two minutes before she finally said something. “Why don’t you just ask her out? She totally checks you out everytime she comes in! She even asked where you were yesterday when you didn’t work.”

“Did she really?” His eyes lit up at the idea, but he soon killed the flame not wanting his hopes to get up. “Whatever. If it’s so easy, why don’t you go ask Finn out hmm?”

Rey’s face turned sour and before she could scold him, Finn’s lovely voice came from the back of house. “What are we talking about?” His face appears from the doorway after his voice with a teasing look on his face. “Is he finally gonna ask her out?”

Poe’s face was starting to flush and he swore steam was coming from his ears with all the teasing he had to endure. He was racking his mind with ways to get back at his meddling coworkers but his focus was broken with the ring of the door bell. With the sound of your name coming from Rey he knew who it was. Didn’t everyone just have impeccable timing today.

“Wow, slow day today?” you questioned, surprised by the bare cafe on a Monday.

“Y-yeah, you just missed the crowd, haha. Get us a-all to yourself” Poe stuttered, turning a whole other shade of pink by your presence. He looked over to Rey for some help who just mouthed ‘smooth’ at him. In his defense, you looked good today, like how you look good everyday but more. He couldn’t quite put his finger on what made you look different today but he knew he liked it.

“Oh lucky me,” you giggled, always flattered by how flustered Poe was when you came in, it’s so cute. “Oh, Rey! I tried that lipstick you recommended. What do you think?”

“Oh my god, it looks so good! I knew that color would suit you,” she gushed. “What do you think, Poe?”

Suddenly, his throat closed up with mucus and he just didn’t know what words were anymore. “G,” he cleared his throat. “Good. I think it looks good.”

“Thank you, Poe,” you said, enjoying the way his eyes widened when you said his name. “I’ll just take my usual.” You set the exact change you’ve come to memorise down in his palm before heading to the end of the bar, talking to Rey who was making your drink.

You guys were over there talking for about 5 minutes before Poe got suspicious. Before he could intercept the conversation you already had one foot out the door and a napkin that Rey had handed you. When Poe tried asking Rey about it, she just shrugged and said ‘what napkin’. It was stuck on his mind for the rest of the day.

It wasn’t until later that night when he got a text did he realize what hijinx Rey was up to.

UNKNOWN NUMBER: Hello, Poe.

POE: hello? can i ask who this is

You sent him your name and a little apology for not starting with that.

His heart dropped to his stomach and his palms got sweaty. Wow, you didn’t even need to be here to get him incredibly nervous.

POE: OH, hi! hope you dont mind me asking but howd you get my number lol

YOU: Rey gave it to me this morning. I hope that’s ok!

His face turned red, so embarrassed by his match making coworker. God, he hoped you didn’t blame him for her meddling, completely ruining his chance with you.

POE: oh goodness, im so sorry abt her, i hope she didnt force anything on you :/

YOU: Oh, it’s no problem, Poe.

Even the way you texted was so sexy and sufisticated. It really shouldn’t be turning him on as much as it was.

POE: are u sure? if she was over stepping bounds id be happy to make it up to u

Be more desperate, Poe. Jesus Christ.

YOU: Well, if you do want to make it up to me, I am free tomorrow at 6:30 pm for dinner. I’ll be expecting something nice.

POE: oh sure i can do dinner tmrw. have u ever been to ogas grill

YOU: Poe, honey, it doesn’t actually have to be fancy. I was teasing you.

HONEY? God, you were going to give him a heart attack if you kept that behavior up.

POE: no its ok i like it :)

YOU: See you then!

Poe quite literally couldn’t wait. He could feel all of the cells of his body vibrating with excitement and he couldn’t fall asleep. Once he finally did, he woke right back up an hour later when his alarm for work went off. Oh he couldn’t wait to see you when you came in for your coffee as usual but this time you had a date planned.

And as if time was flipping before him, he was already clocked in for the shift, 30 minutes before you usually come in. His demeanor was distant for he was drifting away in his thoughts that were occupied solely by you. He was distracted in the back, zoned out doing the dishes when Finn calling your name dragged him to reality.

Poe didn’t bother turning off the water before running out front to see you waiting for your drink at the end of the bar. He called out your name in a tired, breathless voice as if he just ran a marathon to see you.

“Hi, Poe,” you beamed with a bright smile that practically burned Poe’s insides.

“Hi, you’re here early,” he observed. “N-not that that’s a bad thing, I just don’t think I’ve ever seen you here before 7:30. NOT that I’m like keeping track of you or you know what I’m just gonna stop talking.”

“It’s ok, honey,” you giggled unaware of the way Poe gripped onto the counter to stop himself from falling to his knees for you. “I just couldn’t wait to see you today is all.”

Poe’s eyes went wide with awe and he had to hold himself back from jumping over the counter and kissing you. “Really?” is all his brain managed to come up with as he started planning out your entire relationship together.

“Yeah,” you laughed at his shock that you were infact excited to see him, gushing over the sheer cuteness that was him. Cutting off your moment together, Finn sets your drink down for you on the bar. “I’ll let you get back to work, but I can’t wait to see you wait at dinner, honey.”

“Me too,” he sighed, eyes dazed watching you leave the store.

“Dinner?” Finn gasped, perplexed by your words.

“Shut up.”

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Later that day Poe was practically shitting his pants as he waited outside of your apartment. He brought flowers because he thought it was the right thing to do but as he looked at flowers he started overthinking about the casualness of everything. What if you just wanted to get dinner to know him better as a friend and you would laugh in his face and call him stupid for ever believing you would want to go out with him. So he settled on a bundle of baby’s breath and eucalyptus.

When you answered the door all the breath from his lungs escaped him and a stitch started forming in his side from just standing there and looking at you. You were wearing a dress, midi length, that hugged you in all the right places and revealed more skin than he ever thought he’d see on you. Your lipstick red and heels stiletto, doubling down on your femme fatale image.

“You know,” you start, “I don’t think I’ve ever seen you without your apron on. It’s nice, you clean up well.”

Hi siliva stuck to the back of his throat at your compliment, causing him to roughly clear his throat. “Um, I got these for you, wasn’t sure what kind you liked so,” he said humbly, handing you the flowers with weak hands.

You thanked him, obsessed with how bashful he was, and turned back into your house to set them down on the counter before taking his arm and heading with him to his car. His palms were already sweaty simply from the grip you had on his bicep and when he opened your door to let you into his car he felt some relief of getting a little bit of distance from you, just so he could breathe again.

Luckily for him, Oga’s Grill was just a five minute drive down from your apartment, so he didn’t have to worry too much about making polite conversation and instead he could focus on regulating his breathing. It was unfortunate for you however. You loved watching him twitch and get nervous over a car ride with you. It made your imagination run wild, thinking about all the reactions he would have if you were actually trying to make him nervous.

The dinner was, well, awkward. Poe couldn’t stop getting nervous and accidentally knocking stuff over and it was honestly the cutest thing you’ve ever seen. You could tell he was immensely nervous more than anything but you couldn’t bring yourself to console him, loving how red he got from stirring in his own juices.

When the check came, he felt panicked because the date didn’t go at all how he had planned. He was waiting for the moment he would gain the confidence to sweep you off your feet but it never came. He put his card in the checkbook, hands shakier than ever, not knowing how to rebound after making himself look like a complete buffoon.

When you guys got back in the car, Poe didn’t put the key in the ignition, instead he just stared at the steering wheel in front of him. Excitement sparkeed in your abdomen, thinking he was finally going to make a move. He swallowed every nerve crawling up his throat so he could get out this sentence.

“I’m sorry for my… behavior today. I was just so nervous, I kept on embarrassing myself, I guess,” he said, too ashamed to look at you.

For the first time that day, your heart actually tugged at the way he struggled to communicate so you officially needed to put his worries away. “Hey, it’s ok. I thought it was cute.” He scoffed at you and you had to double down. “Honest. Really, I think it’s kind of… sexy.”

His eyebrows shot up to his hairline and for the first time in the whole evening he made eye contact with you and you could’ve crumbled right there. The way his eyesbrows pinched together and his mouth pouted with confusion was slowly chipping away at your patience. And the sound of his voice when he said “really?” was practically begging you to go on.

“Come on, you can’t look at me like that and pretend to be confused about what I find attractive about it all.”

“Wait, you’re being serious?” His voice was weaker and he faced his body towards you, the best he could in the car, and you wanted nothing more than to kiss that surprised look off his face.

“As a fucking heart attack, Poe, I swear I was wet for that entire dinner,” you admit, throwing caution to the wind.

Embarrassingly so, Poe choked on his spit, awed by the words you just said about him. He shook his head, not completely understanding what you meant by that. Frustrated by all the back and forth, you grabbed his hand and shoved it up your skirt to where your thighs parted, where you had undoubtedly soaked through your panties. The sound of a whimper passing through Poe’s lips made your thighs clench around the hand you brought between them.

“Feel what you do to me, baby?” you questioned with a pout. Completely dumb by everything around him, he just nodded, eyes boring into yours. His finger tips twitched, running along your clothed cunt purly on intsinct. “Why don’t you take me home, huh baby?”

You didn’t have to ask him twice. He ripped his hand away from you and forced the car into reverse and maybe went a bit above the speed limit to make it home. You weren’t making it easy for him to focus on the road either. You had a hand on him the entire time, running your manicured nails up and down his thigh and he could feel himself twitching and lurch in the confines of his pants.

When you got to the parking lot of your apartment you werre sure he was going to hurt himself with how fast he got out of the car. You couldn’t help but laugh at his eagerness when he was already to the front of your apartment by the time you left his car.

“C’mon now, honey, don’t want me to think you’re desperate,” you teased, completely joking. But when you saw the way his eyes twinkled and lips stuttered you knew he was taking you seriously, and liking it. You clucked your tongue at him and shook your head before letting him into your apartment.

You kicked off your shoes in the foyer and he did the same, mimicking all of your actions. Poe was very nervous, he wasn’t really the type to have sex on a first date so he didn’t really understand the protocol or what would be expected of him. You felt his nervousness and knew that he didn’t really know what to do with himself so you threw him a bone.

“Why don’t you go sit on the couch for me, baby?” He immediately followed your instruction, walking the ten paces to took to get from your front door to your couch. Satisfied by his obedience you called him ‘good boy’ that gave you a harsh sigh and a stuttered step in return. You were willing to call him good boy every second of every day if it got you that in return.

“Aww, you like it when I called you that?”

His eyes were wide and lips were parted when he nodded back at you, sitting incredibly straight on your couch. You stood in front of him and shook your head, disappointed with his response. “I need to hear you.”

“... yes.”

“That’s a good boy. You answer all of my questions when I ask them, alright?”

“Yes, ma’am,” his voice hoarse in response.

Your spine tingled at the new nickname he developed for you and your control almost faded away completely. But, you didn’t want to scare him away by pouncing on him so instead you settled for sitting gently on his lap, lining his hips with yours.

“This ok?”

“Yes, ma’am,” he repeated, his voice higher, whinier than before. The sound of it made you roll your hips against his and the jagged gasp he let out had you doing another and then another until he was heavy panting and his nails dug into the fabric of your couch.

“Sorry, pretty boy, you just look so good everytime I do it,” you huffed, unable to straighten out your breathing.

“I’it’s ok, ah,” his voice strained when you started grinding down on him harsher and more frantic. “F-fuuck, oh fuck. Stop, please I’m gonna, gonna cum, oh.”

“Already, baby?” Your hips stilled as you looked at him with curiosity. He nodded and you could tell by the way his jaw was dropped, eyes barely open, and neck completely flushed he was lying. He began to writhe under you, subconsciously looking for the friction that’ll have him finished. “But, you haven’t even touched me yet.”

“Can I,” he cut himself off, looking at the ceiling embarrassed.

“Can you what baby? Come on, use your words.”

“Can I eat you out?” he admitted, bringing his chin down so his eyes could search yours. His desperation grew when you didn’t respond to him right away. “Please, ma’am, wanna taste you so bad. Just wanna make you feel good, baby, please”

“Shh, of course you can, baby,” you muttered. Soon you were yelping when he picked you up to switch positions, setting you down on the couch with your ass to the very edge.

Without any other words, he kneeled down in front of you and fuck was it a sight to behold. He didn’t look up at you, all of his focus was on your legs as he rolled up your skirt with furrowed brows. You felt the scrap of teeth and a tug, realizing that behind the skirt pooled around your thighs was Poe, taking your panties off with his fucking teeth. He reappeared, panties between his teeth. He looked at your face and seductively took them out from between his teeth and settled them on the couch next to you before diving back in.

You inhaled sharply and cursed and the sudden ravaging against your cunt. He wasn’t kidding when he said he wanted to eat you out because his tongue was lapping against your hole like a fucking dog and his nose dug into your clit. You lifted your skirt up enough to grab ahold of his hair and keep him at work tight against you.

“Fuck,” you groaned, “Good fucking boy, ugh, feels so good.” Your voice was deep and raw and the sound of it tagged him on further, making his lick and nudges harder. It didn’t take long for a spring to break in you and Poe clenched his nails into your thighs when you started shaking, trying to get him off you with the intensity of your orgasm.

Finally calming down, you used your grip on his head to manivuer him back so you could get a good look at him. You wished you could take a picture of him and frame it from the way he looked now. His hair unruly, face bright red, and chin completely damp with your essence was a sight to behold. His chest heaved from the air suddenly rushing back to his lungs.

You pull him up to sit next to you on the couch and you take apart his pants. He lifts his hips so you can pull down pants, boxers following. Soon his cock laid up against his stomch, bright red, leaking, and twitching like he was fighting off an orgasm. Unable to help yourself, you ran your finger nail up the underside of it. His hand darted forward to try and stop you, a hiss escaping his mouth.

“Uh uh, you let me touch what’s mine,” you tsked. When he let go of you and returned his hand to his side you hummed “that’s right,” before wrapping your fist around him.

Immediately, strings of fuck’s and oh god’s were piling out of his mouth. His hips were jerking along with your movements and precum dribbled onto your hand as a natural form of lubricant.

“Shit, I’m gonna c-cum, I’m gonna,” his rant cut off as you removed your hand away from him. He looked over at you with wild eyes like a puppy you just kicked.

“You only get to cum inside me, ok?” you were stern with your words and he had no other choice but to nod along with them.

You kicked your leg to the other side of him and brought your lap down to his, this time you were touching each other’s most intimate parts bare and the stimulation made Poe light headed. You knew Poe wouldn’t last long but you didn’t mind, completely satisfied with the orgasm he brought you earlier.

You reached under your dress where you two met and pulled his cock up, lefting your hip with it. You teased the tip over the slit of you, making him bunch the meat of your hip into his fist and whine. You swore you saw tears form in his eyes as he pleaded for you.

Breaking him from his misery, you slowly sid down his length. Thank you, thank you, thank you fell from his lips as he was consumed by you.

It would’ve been embarrassing for him if he could think about anything other than the warmth of your cunt. It only took five more ruts of your hips before his legs tighten, hips spasmed and hands flailing to different parts of you. You knew he was on the brink of cumming but for some reason he was denying himself. He was waiting for you.

“Go ahead, baby, cum for me.”

His eyebrows furrowed and abs tighten with the focus of hold himself off. “But, you haven’t.”

“It’s ok. Wanna feel you cum inside me. Can you do that for me? Can you cum for me baby?”

That last push was all he needed and soon enough he was whining out profanities and thank yous and he shook beneath you. You moaned at the feeling his hot cum coating you inside, at the way his eyes rolled back, at the way he choked on his breath. You gave it a few beats before you made a move to clean up.

“We should probably head back to my bed huh?” you said through the fit of giggles you found yourself in.

“Yeah,” he sighed, head resting against the back of the couch. “Just give me a minute.”

You got up from the couch, cum dripping down your leg, and extended your hand for him to take. “Come on, big guy, let’s get cleaned up.”

He followed your direction and eventually you ended up nice and clean, cuddling up in your bed. He looked over your shoulder at the alarm clock next to your bed and groaned. “What’s wrong?”

“I forgot I had work at 5:00 am tomorrow,” he whined, and it being midnight meant that was in five hours.

“Don’t worry about that now. Just go to sleep and I’ll give you a ride, ok.” Very happy with the sentiment of your statement he drifted off to sleep. He didn’t even consider the inevitable questions Finn and Rey would have for him when you kissed him on the lips and told him to call you when he was off.

#poe dameron smut #poe x reader #poe dameron fanfiction #poe dameron x reader #poe dameron

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corroded-hellfire · 1 year

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So, that Birthday Girl fic...could we get a follow-up called Birthday Boy about Reader exploring Eddie's kinks on his birthday? Love you to the moon and back xoxoxoxo @munson-blurbs 💚

Here you go, my friend! It's my first time writing sub!Eddie so I hope I did some justice to this request. I love you toooo!

In the same universe as Birthday Girl

Warnings: smut, p in v, unprotected sex (wrap it up), oral f receiving, sub!eddie, Dom!reader, I think that’s it?

Words: 3.9k

Eddie never liked to make a big deal out of his birthday, even though he loved to make a whole special day for yours. It didn’t seem fair, so when Eddie told you he didn’t really want anything for his birthday, you just raised an eyebrow at him. You know growing up his family didn’t have a lot of money, meaning celebrating his birthday never came with a big hoopla. But now that you’re older and have both of your paychecks contributing to the comfortable living situation you have in your apartment, it’s time he let you spoil him.

Obviously, you knew his favorite cake was Funfetti and you had all the ingredients ready to make it. Eddie still wouldn’t budge on giving you any gift ideas, though. So, you’ll have to improvise. Shopping at the mall doesn’t really help you at all. The last store to explore is Spencer’s, and you didn’t have a whole lot of hope you’d find something in there for him either. And you’re right, you don’t – but you do get a spark of inspiration when you see a pair of furry handcuffs hanging on a display wrack. The ones that Eddie used as a belt buckle in high school are in your apartment somewhere, probably Eddie’s dresser. Those could come in handy.

Eddie’s not shy, that’s for sure. So you had definitely noticed when he became more subdued whenever the subject of sex came up lately. At first you could just write it off as him having a bad day at work. But when it happens a second and third time, you know there was something to it. You two were still having sex. A lot of it, actually, and it was really good. But he seemed to clam up whenever it was talked about.

One night as he went to tug your sleep shorts off, you stopped him and asked if he wanted to talk about anything. He looked confused, wondering why this popped into your head while he was trying to undress you. You told him that you noticed how he had been acting and that you wanted to help him. The fact that he seemed embarrassed baffled you. Eddie? Embarrassed? You’d never even heard those two words in the same sentence before.

Finally, though, Eddie opened up and told you what had been on his mind. Sometimes when the two of you brought out the kinkier aspects while you were having sex, Eddie was good at dominating you. Telling you what to do, making you beg, things like that. And he loved doing that, he assured you, but he said that he thought he’d like to try a role reversal and see how it felt for you to be the dominating one.

The fact that Eddie had become quiet over a kink he wanted to explore floored you. This man has never been shy about telling you anything before. But it seemed like this was part of the role he wanted to play in bed. The quiet, timid one who is told what to do and when to do it. And the more you thought about it, the more you liked the idea of it. So, seeing those furry handcuffs at Spencer’s reminded you that you had a whole other gift you could give Eddie for his birthday. You were still determined to find a physical gift, though.

When Eddie comes home from work, you’re ready for him. He walks in the front door of your apartment and rolls out his neck. Teaching guitar brought him immense joy, but having to look down at his student’s fingers on the strings can take a toll on his neck after a long week.

“Babe?” Eddie calls into the apartment. He shrugs his leather jacket off and hangs it on the peg near the door. “You home?”

“Bedroom.”

Eddie raises his eyebrows at your tone. It wasn’t you calling out to let him know where you were, it was a demand. He kicks his boots off and heads down the hall. When he pokes his head into your room, he doesn’t see you at first. Then he glimpses you near the closet and steps inside.

“Hey, baby,” he says, but stops short when he sees what you’re wearing. The cropped Corroded Coffin tee is something he’s seen you wearing many times before but seeing you in only that and a black thong has his brain malfunctioning. “Happy birthday to me indeed.”

Determined not to get flustered lest it take away from the domineering effect, you jut your hip out to the side, trying to stave off the heat you feel rising to your cheeks, and hold up your index finger that has Eddie’s handcuffs dangling from it.

Your boyfriend shoots you a smirk and steps forward to take them from you, assuming you’ll be the one confined by them. But with a quick twist of your wrist, you have one of the cuffs securely around Eddie’s wrist.

“Uh, what?” Eddie asks.

“I think you should be the one getting cuffed tonight, birthday boy.” You grab the bottom of his black Dio t-shirt and lift it over his head, assisting him in getting the clanging cuffs untangled from the material as well. When your eyes flicker down to his pants, Eddie takes the hint and rides himself of his jeans and boxers as well. “Bed. Now.”

The immediate change of demeanor in Eddie would be subtle to anyone else, but you notice all the little details that add up to this submissive version of your boyfriend. His chin has tucked in, shoulders slightly hunched, making himself seem smaller as he peers at you from underneath his thick eyelashes. But he still doesn’t move. You take a step closer and yank him forward by the waistband of his jeans. “I said now.”

Eddie turns from you to get on the bed, sitting on the foot of it and looking at you with his wide doe eyes.

“Good boy. Now lay back.” He does as he’s told, and you can’t help but smirk. “Get your ass up there so I can hook the cuffs through the headboard.”

“Yes, ma’am.”

You wrinkle your nose at the term. It reminds you too much of work.

“I don’t think I like that name, baby.” Eddie obediently raises his arms above his head, and you straddle his hips to secure the cuffs through the wooden slats of the headboard, then lock his other wrist in the metal. “Any other names you might wanna call me?”

Eddie's shy expression and the fact that he looks everywhere but your face tells you that there is.

“Come on, sweetie. Tell me.” When he stays quiet, you lean down and grab a hold of his chin, forcing him to look you in the eye. “I won’t ask again.”

“My goddess,” Eddie squeaks out and the words go straight between your legs.

“Yes,” you say, eyes going wide as you momentarily slip out of the character, admiring the name. How much you’d enjoy being called that. Eddie’s goddess. It’s clear he’s pleased that you like the name as well, his hips wiggling underneath where you’re sitting on top of him.

Leaning down, you press soft kisses along Eddie’s neck. He lets out a content hum and lets his eyes slip closed. You sink your teeth into his skin, causing him to yelp and open his eyes.

“Keep your eyes on me,” you warn him.

“Y-Yes, my goddess,” Eddie says, the black of his eyes swallowing the brown whole.

“Good boy,” you praise, pressing a soft kiss over the bite mark you just left. Climbing off his body, you keep the kisses going lower and lower. You flick your eyes up to make sure Eddie’s still watching you, and he is like the good boy you want him to be. But you notice his teeth digging into his bottom lip. With a frown, you reach up and ease his poor bitten lip free.

“Wanna hear all your pretty noises, birthday boy.”

As if only waiting for your permission, small whines and whimpers start to fall from Eddie as you continue the soft kisses down his body. When you trace your tongue down his happy trail, Eddie’s hips buck.

“I’m sorry,” he’s quick to say. The wide, imploring eyes he’s looking down at you with almost makes you break character and assure him it’s okay. But that’s not what he wants.

“If it happens again, I’m going to stop,” you warn him.

“Yes, my goddess.”

Throwing him another warning look, you pepper light pecks down his shaft, starting to enjoy the feeling of being in charge like this. The sound of the handcuffs rattling against the wooden slats in the headboard has you glancing up to see tears flooding Eddie’s eyes, which has your heart plummeting. He knows you and is able to read your face immediately, so before you can even open your mouth, he speaks.

“Green. Green light,” he assures you.

Taking a breath to calm yourself, you nod, and go back to giving feather light touches to Eddie’s cock. The moment your tongue darts out to lick at the dot of precum beading at the head, his hips snap up again, forcing you to pull your mouth away entirely.

“What did I tell you?” you ask.

“That-That if it happens again, you’ll stop,” he answers sheepishly.

“That’s right, baby.” You sigh and sit back on your heels. “Gonna put you to work now.”

“Work?” he asks, voice wobbling. When thinking of what you could do to make Eddie’s birthday surprise even more special, you recalled one thing that your boyfriend always tried to talk you into doing. It’s not that you didn’t want to, it just made you feel a little self-conscious.

“Mhmm,” you hum as you crawl up his body. “Now you’re just going to have to lay there while you bring me pleasure.”

Eddie’s brow crinkles as he thinks, but when he realizes what you mean, his face lights up. Quickly, he tries to tamper down the joy on his face to stay more in his role.

“You’re going to sit on my face, my goddess?”

“I am. And you’re going to make me cum, right?”

“Yes,” he says, nodding his head emphatically. “I promise, I’ll make you feel so good.”

All you do is raise an eyebrow at him before you strip yourself of your thong and situate yourself, which takes a little maneuvering with his arms secured above his head. Thighs holding your core right above his mouth, you feel the flutter of nerves in your stomach. Your loving boyfriend, as attuned to you as ever, can sense your trepidation.

“Please?” Eddie whimpers. The pure want in his voice has you lowering yourself onto his mouth, his hot tongue instantly gliding between your folds. You grip the headboard for stability, a gasp leaving your lips as Eddie’s sinfully skilled mouth works against your pussy. Knuckles turning white from holding the wood so tightly, you drop your head back and let out a string of moans mixed in with Eddie’s name.

“Fuck, your mouth is perfect,” you say. He hums against you as he flicks his tongue over your clit, and the vibrations send a tantalizing shiver through your body. Eddie’s tongue pulls away and you hear him try to say something against your heat. It makes you giggle, and you raise yourself up.

“Come again?” You smirk at your own double entendre.

“Want you to ride my face, my goddess. Use me.”

He doesn’t have to tell you twice. You lower yourself back to Eddie’s mouth and start to rock your hips forward. When your clit brushes against his nose, sparks flood your vision.

“God, you’re going to make me cum, baby,” you say as you keep rutting against his face. Eddie hums encouragingly beneath you, tongue lapping at your dripping core. “Ah, shit. I’m coming.”

Eddie helps you ride out your orgasm, moaning and licking as your hips finally come to a halt. With panting breaths, you pull yourself off of your boyfriend’s mouth and collapse down next to him. A smile is sewn onto your face as you close your eyes and try to catch your breath. When you turn your head and search for that warm brown gaze that you’re so fond of, you’re greeted by the sight of Eddie’s mouth and chin glistening from your release.

“My goddess, you taste so good.”

Unable to help yourself, you push yourself up on an elbow and lean in to press your mouth against his. The taste of yourself invades your senses as you snake your tongue into his mouth.

“Mm, you’re right,” you hum against his lips. “Now, since you refused to listen to me before, you don’t get my mouth. But lucky for you, I want that big cock inside of me so bad.”

Out of the corner of your eye, you see said cock twitch in anticipation. The poor thing has been neglected tonight. You were only touching it briefly before Eddie broke your rule, you were sitting on Eddie’s mouth, nowhere near his dick, and Eddie can’t even touch it himself because he’s cuffed to the bed.

Pushing yourself up, you eye his red, aching dick as it stands proud and tall.

“Your cock is so pretty, Eddie,” you tell him, making it twitch again. A self-satisfied smirk comes to your face as you move yourself down the bed and straddle Eddie’s abdomen, just close enough where his cock brushes up against your back, but not hard enough to provide him with any relief. Looking down at his face, it’s flushed red and pinched into a pout. Softly, you rub a hand up and down his chest. “I wanna hear you say it.”

“Say what, my goddess?” Eddie asks, voice cracking over the question.

“That your cock is pretty.”

His face turns even redder and he turns to try and bury his head in his arm. A sharp pinch to his nipple has him turning back to you with a small yelp.

“Look at me. And tell me your cock is pretty.”

“My c-cock is pretty,” Eddie lets out in a breathy moan. His eyes don’t leave yours.

“Again.”

“My cock is pretty.”

“Yes, it is,” you say, a smile curling on your lips. “It’s so pretty and it deserves some attention, don’t you think?”

“Yes.” Eddie nods his head, tongue darting out to lick over his lips.

You push yourself back so you’re hovering over his cock, but not touching it at all.

“Tell me, baby,” you purr. “Who makes you feel good?”

“Y-You do, my goddess.”

His reward is you slowly sinking yourself down on his throbbing cock.

Eddie whines, going to bite his lip, but he remembers that you want to hear him, so he just lets the sounds of pleasure flow freely from his mouth. Once you’re fully seated on him, his cock stretching you out in the most delicious way, you brace your hands on his chest and begin to lift your hips. By the way Eddie’s fists are clenched against the headboard and the way his cock is twitching against your walls, you know he’s not going to last long. Might as well have some fun with it, you figure.

“You like it? Feels good?” you ask.

“S’so good,” Eddie says.

“Tell me how it feels, my birthday boy.”

No sound comes from Eddie’s mouth, even though it’s hanging open and his glossy brown eyes are trained on you. He must sense you’re about to scold him, because he starts sputtering out sounds before he can finally manage words.

“Feels so tight,” Eddie moans. “You’re so damn tight, my goddess. So warm. So wet.”

His words have you rocking your hips a little faster, clit rubbing against the patch of coarse dark curls at the bottom of Eddie’s happy trail.

“Tell me again,” you say, eyes slipping closed. “Who makes you feel like this?”

“You,” Eddie says through a whimper. “Only you. You’re the only one who can make me feel this good.”

“That’s right,” you say, grinding your hips down harder against Eddie’s. “You’re all mine. You belong to me.”

“I’m yours,” Eddie agrees, eyes slipping closed in pleasure. “All yours.”

“No other pussy can do this. Make you almost cry,” you say, on the verge of taunting.

“Don’t want any other pussy,” Eddie says, his curls bouncing as he shakes his head on the pillow. “Just this perfect pussy. Your perfect pussy, my goddess.”

When Eddie opens his eyes, you can see the fucked out expression on his face. He’s so close, you can feel it.

“Look at me while you come, baby,” you say. Obediently, his eyes lock on yours, and the way his abdominal muscles tighten up under your hands lets you know he’s about to come. Desperate the chase your release at the same time as him, you speed up your hips, the friction against your clit sending you spiraling.

“I’m gonna come too, baby,” you tell him. “Come with me. Like a good boy, yeah?”

“Uh huh,” Eddie moans out, nodding as he keeps his eyes locked on yours.

“Okay, sweetheart,” you say, the beginnings of your orgasm crashing over you. “Let go.”

It’s all Eddie needs to hear as his hips stutter up into yours, his warm seed coating your spasming walls. Your bodies keep moving against one another as you ride out the storm. Once you start to feel overstimulated, you still your hips and drop down to Eddie’s chest, both of you panting as you try and catch your breath.

“Holy shit, babe,” Eddie says once he’s able to. “That was so fucking hot.”

“Yeah?” you look up at him through your eyelashes. “You liked it? I mean, it was only my first time doing it. So, you can tell me what you liked and didn’t like, and I can do better.”

Instinctively, Eddie goes to cup your face in his hands, but he’s still cuffed to the bedpost.

“Can you let me go?” Eddie asks with a laugh.

“Hmm, what if I lost the key?” you ask with a smirk. The pair of you wince in unison as you pull yourself off of Eddie, both of you sticky from your combined releases

“Then I guess you’ll just have to feed me and bathe me. Doesn’t sound so bad, actually,” Eddie says with a shrug.

You giggle and pull the key out of the top drawer of your nightstand.

“You gotta let me rub your arms, baby,” you say as you unlock the first cuff. Eddie lets out a grateful sigh as he slowly lowers his arm down.

“I’ll never say no to one of your massages,” he says. His other arm falls free from the cuff, and he lets out a small groan as he brings that arm down as well.

Putting the cuffs and key back in their proper drawer, you then turn to your dresser and snatch up your bottle of lotion.

“Ooh, is that the one that smells like chocolate?” he asks.

“Hot cocoa, yes, sir,” you say as you pop open the lid. Eddie scoots back so he’s settled against the headboard as you squeeze a dime sized amount of lotion into your palm.

Eddie’s whole body seems to relax as you work the sweet-smelling lotion over his skin, using your fingers to dig into the sore muscles, trying to stimulate more blood flow there. The moans that leave his lips aren’t sexual, but you can feel a stirring between your legs, nonetheless.

Once that arm is nice and loosened up, you crawl over to Eddie’s other side and have the same treatment to that arm. Eddie’s eyes are closed, and his head is relaxing back against the wall.

“Sleepy, baby?” you ask.

“Not really,” he answers. “You’re just relaxing me.”

“Too relaxed for cake?”

His eyes shoot open at that, turning his head to look you in the eye. “Um, never.” It makes you giggle, and you toss the bottle of lotion onto your dresser.

“Let’s have some of that Funfetti then, baby,” you say, pushing yourself off the bed.

“Just one thing first,” Eddie says as he gets up as well.

“And what’s that?” you ask.

There’s that mischievous glint in his eye again; the one that drives you absolutely wild.

“As much as I love seeing you wearing Corroded Coffin clothes, I like seeing what’s underneath it even more.” He tugs on the bottom of your crop top, and you take the hint to shuck it off. Eddie’s eyes drop immediately to your chest, and it sounds off a round of butterflies in your stomach.

“Now I’m ready for cake,” he says.

He follows you out into the kitchen and watches as you get the cake out of the refrigerator, arranging the multicolored candles on top. You’re careful when lighting them not only because you don’t want your hair to get in the way, but you’re also naked and any wax or fire would hurt like hell.

“Get over here, you,” you say, opening your arms for your boyfriend. He happily slides into your hold, and he rests his head on yours as you sing Happy Birthday to him. He squeezes his eyes closed as he thinks of a wish. Seemingly satisfied with what he’s come up with, Eddie leans in and blows all the candles out in one breath.

“Happy birthday, baby,” you say, pressing a kiss to his lips.

“Thank you, my goddess.”

You giggle at the nickname, your cheeks getting hot.

“Let me give you your present.”

Eddie’s eyes watch your ass the whole time as you walk over to the hall closet. You put the present down on the table next to the cake, and Eddie tilts his head as he inspects the package. It’s about the same dimensions as a pizza box and he honestly wouldn’t blame you if that’s what you bought him for his birthday since he gave you literally no ideas.

His thick fingers tear into the red wrapping paper, discarding it to the other side of your small kitchen table. Well, it’s a box but not a pizza box. Just plain and white, giving no indication about what’s inside. Curiosity no longer willing to be patient, Eddie lifts the lid and ruffles through the few layers of tissue paper. His fingertips grace the material inside and he instantly knows what it is, without even having seen it.

A grin grows on his face as Eddie picks up the article of clothing in his hands, bringing it out of the box and holding it up in front of him. The black leather jacket shines, the gleaming silver buttons catching the light in the kitchen and bouncing it off appliances.

“Do you like it? I know you already have your favorite one, but I figured it couldn’t hurt to have two!”

Eddie sets the jacket down on the table, making sure to keep it away from the cake and its messiness. He places a hand on each side of your face and pulls your lips to his.

“I love it. Thank you so, so much, baby.”

“You should try it on,” you tell him.

He picks it back up, inspecting the red lining as he sticks one hand in a sleeve.

“Won’t it look kind of weird that it’s the only thing I’m wearing?” Eddie asks as he slides the other arm through.

“Oh, baby,” you say, taking a step back to admire your beautiful boyfriend clad in only a new leather jacket. “That just makes it even better.”

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rating: smut warning: inazuma spoilers includes: male masturbation, thoma thinks about you all the time, mentioned reader, implied dom! reader, mentions of gorou & taroumaru, usage of s€x toys, mentions of fuck!ng (can be seen as thoma getting it or reader, but reader will always be the dom. unless you don’t want it to be that way. i managed to make this fic kind of readable by both doms and subs!) summary: thoma finally gets alone time to himself (and your vibrator)

note: i’ll edit this later with proper warnings and formats or whatever when i get on my laptop but rn im writing on my phone i have work tomorrow but who cares i’m getting this out NOW anyways, etsuven finally writes a fic without ten million lines of dialogue??? this has to be a joke???!!! :00000

the entrance of the komore tea house was quiet. the usual bustle of the place was gone, and the only thing you could hear was the soft snores of resident good boy taroumaru.

in one particular room however, there was a light buzzing sound, coupled with the small gasps of someone. were they okay? streaks of moonlight shone through the windows, highlighting the room in a soft blue glow.

and then there was thoma.

pretty boy thoma, laying only in a loose white shirt and thin boxers- he was the splitting image of innocence. that is, if you ignore the vibrator being held in between his legs

soft moans escaped his lips, his back arching as a particularly strong wave of pleasure washed over him. it wasn’t an orgasm- not yet at least- but if thoma had to decide, the build up was sometimes better than the final product.

now, the young man didn’t have a vibrator with him originally. how would he have known to bring one along with him on his journey to almost get his vision stolen by the raiden shogun herself? well, it was all thanks to you.

during his time hidden in the tea house, thoma was making use of an old futon that was being stored for guests. it wasn’t the most comfortable thing, but he couldn’t really complain. luckily you pulled through.

on one of your weekly deliveries of food and supplies, you had brought along a much more comfortable futon for him to sleep on. thoma was overjoyed, as he wouldn’t have to wake up with back pain anymore.

but later that day as he rolled out the bed, he found a little… surprise inside. hidden in the thick material was one of his favorite vibrators, as well as a handwritten note.

“here’s a little something for you, love. i know it’s been hard for you lately, and as much as it hurts for me to leave so soon every time i deliver supplies, we just can’t afford to blow our cover. make good use of it, and also- think of me while you’re at it <3 i love you!

-(y/n)”

thoma felt a smile grace his face at the letter, but it soon faded into a pretty pink blush and a grimace as he took note of slowly tightening feeling in his pants. suddenly he could wait for night to come sooner.

and goodness, could it have come any slower. his anticipation for the later hours made the passage of time feel slower- and it didn’t help when every few minutes, his eyes would wander to the toy that was once again hidden in his new futon.

once the night was upon the city of inazuma, thoma changed into the thinnest clothes he had with him. it was going to get hot really quickly. laying out the futon, he got the area ready, making sure the sliding door was locked before finally continuing with his business.

taking his hair down from its ponytail, thoma laid back, his pretty blonde hair spreading in a little halo around his head. his hand trailed down his body, eyes closed as he imagined you doing it instead of him.

you were always so soft with him, making sure he was happy and prepared for what was coming next. a gasp escaped his lips when his fingertips brushed against the semi-hardness in his boxers. teasing himself wasn’t as fun when you weren’t around.

he could almost hear the playful banter between the two of you. “stop teasing, just touch me- please!” and “oh? but i just started?”

goodness. being without you for so many nights really seemed to take a toll on him. opening his eyes, he reached over and wrapped his slender and long fingers around the base of the vibrator. flipping the switch, he was pleasantly surprised at how it was already on his favorite setting.

a low buzz that slowly increased before quickly dying back down.

after waiting for the buzzing to get near the highest setting, thoma placed the toy just under his clothed cock, a strangled groan leaving his mouth at the sudden feeling. his free hand flew to his mouth as he looked around warily, checking to see if someone had noticed.

once he concluded that he wasn’t hearing any footsteps (all while muffling his pretty moans) he removed his hand, reminding himself that he needed to stay quiet so taroumaru wouldn’t hear. who knew what he could tell people?

well, he couldn’t really tell anyone, but there was a time where general gorou came by to see the dog. taroumaru barked and the young man seemed to understand.

yeah, he should try to stay quiet for now.

thoma spent the next few minutes on that setting, groaning softly at the feeling of the steadily increasing vibrations before it all died down and left him on the edge. he thought about you the whole time, wondering if maybe you would jerk him off while holding the toy on his twitching cock. or maybe you would lick and suck at it while staring up at him with those faux innocent eyes.

a choked laugh left his mouth at the thought, and thoma found himself looking up at the ceiling with his fingers tangled in his bangs. this hunt for him needed to end soon. all he wanted was to be in your arms for one night…

with a flip of the switch, the vibrations changed to a more constant setting, one that made the young man’s fingers tangle into his hair more. his cock continued to twitch in his underwear, the tip peeking out slightly every once in a while. he would have taken them off, but he was simply too preoccupied to do so.

“a-ah, (y/n)…!” he was getting close. he fought the urge to squeeze his legs shut, reminding himself that you would not have wanted that if you were with him. his gasps got louder and quicker, combining with moans that he tried his best to keep quiet.

oh, how he wished you were here with him. the vibrator was fun, but you were way better. the vibrator couldn’t kiss him until he got dizzy. it couldn’t teasingly bite at his thighs before finally kissing where he wanted it to go. it couldn’t call him pretty and make him all flustered. it couldn’t sit in between his legs and make him wonder when it was going to make a move, and-

oh. oh, he was cumming. hard.

thoma’s back suddenly arched, and his thighs clenched around the toy. he managed to cover his mouth seconds before a particularly loud moan escaped his lips, saving himself from the stress of wondering if someone could have heard him.

his orgasm washed over him like a large wave, sending cum splattering across his stomach and underwear as the vibrator continued to buzz in between his legs. thoma tried his best to cut the toy off, fighting against shaky hands and the sudden overstimulation before he finally managed to shut it off.

collapsing against the futon, he let out a large sigh, running his fingers through his hair in exhaustion. the orgasm had taken a lot out of him, and he found himself looking around absentmindedly as the euphoria slowly faded away.

once thoma was in his right mind, he looked down his body, grimacing at the sight of his cum on his lower stomach and shirt. you probably would have cleaned it up already. in what way, he didn’t know.

after unwillingly standing up (and grabbing at the wall due to his legs almost failing) thoma opened the door, heading to the bathroom where he finally managed to clean himself up before going back to his temporary room. the vibrator still lay on the ground, practically begging him for a little more usage. he just cleaned himself up, he couldn’t! but you gave it to him, hoping that he’d make good use of it.

a few seconds passed by before thoma grabbed the vibrator with a sly grin, his teeth biting at his lip in anticipation. perhaps… one more orgasm wouldn’t hurt…

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welcometojackass2022 · 2 years

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Suck It And See (Sub!Chris Raab/Raab Himself x Reader) [Smut]

Here’s that late 90s Raab mommy kink smut y’all ordered! Plenty of mommy kink, sub Raab, titty sucking, all that good stuff. Usually I try to add some plot but for this one I just made it about the smut. That’s what we’re here for! This one is a little short, since it’s mainly just about mommy kink. Also this isn’t full-on sex, it’s titty sucking during a handjob and then you blowing Raab. This is around 1998 or 1999, when the first CKY video was still being filmed. Also, the title is obviously based off of the Arctic Monkeys song of the same name. The story itself doesn’t have anything to do with the song but it’s really good, definitely listen to it if you haven’t.

Description: You and Chris are hanging out with Bam, Ryan, Dico and Rake at Bam’s house. Bam and the others leave to go get some prank stuff from the store, leaving you and Raab with plenty of time to spend alone together…this all leads to Raab sucking your titties and calling you mommy. Literally this is just smut. Not much to describe.

Warnings: Smut, Sub/Dom dynamics, Sub boy Dom girl, Mommy Kink (no age play!), Cursing, Raab sucks your tits and is super submissive, Praise Kink, Basically Raab sucks your tits while you jerk him off and then you blow him so no vaginal sex here, just oral sex, y’all fuck in Bam’s room which is kinda nasty tbh but whatever

@asskickedbygirl tagging you as always

“You guys better not fuck each other on my bed while we’re gone.” Bam flashed you and Raab a warning look as he stuffed his car keys and wallet into the pockets of his baggy pants, gesturing to his bed that the two of you were sitting on. Dico, who was already halfway out the door, poked his head back in with a grin. “You guys should fuck on his bed, and you should use his pillowcases to clean up afterwards.” Ryan smirked, Rake burst out laughing, and Bam threw an empty cup at Dico, who ducked out of the room with a laugh. “Don’t use my fucking pillowcases to clean up your cum. Actually, don’t cum at all. Don’t have any sex in or around my bed. Got it?” You rolled your eyes at Bam, leaning back against his pillows with your arm lazily draped around Raab’s shoulder. “We weren’t planning on it, you perv. Stop thinking about us having sex and go buy those whoopie cushions or whatever dumb shit you said you were getting.” Bam shot you a look of annoyance and walked out without another word, Rake following behind him and casually waving to the two of you. “See you guys later.” Dico, Bam, and Rake had all decided to go into town to get some prank stuff for the CKY movie that Bam was making; you and Raab didn’t feel like going and Ryan just wanted to take a nap, so the three of you had decided to stay back at Bam’s house and wait for the other three to come back. After the three men left, Ryan rubbed his eyes and walked over to the door to head down to the living room for a nap, shooting the two of you a knowing look as he started to leave.

“If you guys do fuck in here, try to keep it quiet so I can sleep. I won’t tell him you guys fucked as long as you promise not to tell him I took $10 from his wallet before he left.” You laughed, and Ryan left with a grin, closing the door behind him as he did. You looked down at Raab, who was leaning his head against your shoulder with a cute little grin on his face. “You’re awfully quiet, baby. Anything on your mind?” Raab shook his head, his face going slightly red as his grin widened. “No, ma’am.” You raised your eyebrows, smiling at the term of respect. “Ma’am? Wow, you’re really on your best behavior today, aren’t you? I like hearing you call me that. You know what else I like hearing you call me?” You leaned over to kiss him, and when you pulled away, his face was super red as he gave you a quizzical look. “What?” You grinned. “Mommy.” Raab’s breathing went heavy, a bulge instantly forming in his jeans, and you leaned in to kiss him again, sliding one of your hands down to palm at the bulge. He moaned softly against your lips, gently bucking his hips up against your hand, and you just barely pulled away to give him a suggestive look. “What do you say, sweetie? You wanna call me mommy while I play with your cute little cock?” You palmed his cock again, smiling when a high-pitched whine left his mouth, and he nodded eagerly. “Yes, please.” You raised your eyebrows. “Yes what?” Raab’s cock hardened even more under your touch, and he whimpered softly. “Yes, mommy.”

You smiled. “Good boy. Here, baby, let’s get these tight jeans off, your poor little cock must feel so constrained.” You unbuttoned his fly, and his eyes widened, a nervous look on his face. “Are you sure we should do it in here? Bam said he didn’t want us to fuck on his bed, you know how he gets when he’s pissed off.” You laughed, pulling Raab’s zipper down and helping him tug his jeans down so they were around his knees. “Exactly, he said we couldn’t fuck on his bed. So we won’t! We’ll just do other things instead. I mean, me touching your cock doesn’t count as fucking, right?” You gently rubbed Raab’s bulge through his boxers, and he smiled as he caught on to your clever plan. “Right, right.” He leaned his head back against the pillows, mouth falling open in pleasure as you massaged his clothed cock, and you stuck your free hand up his shirt, running your fingers over his flat belly and smooth chest as you leaned in to kiss him again. A small wet spot was starting to form in his boxers from precum, and Raab pulled away from the kiss with a worried look. “Can you pull my boxers off, please? I’m gonna have to put them back on after this and I don’t want them to get too messy.” You smiled. “Of course, baby, how could I say no when you ask so nicely? Come here.” You pulled him closer, motioning for him to lift his hips up so you could pull his boxers down to his knees like his jeans were, allowing his hard, eager cock to slap against his belly. You admired it as you wrapped your hand around the base, grinning at the flustered look on Raab’s cock. “You’ve got the prettiest cock, baby.” He did. It was a nice pink color, about average length with a slight upward curve and a good thickness to it.

Raab blushed. “Thank you, mommy.” You smiled, teasingly swiping your palm over the bright pink head, and he groaned softly, throwing his head back against the pillow and squeezing his eyes shut. You leaned over to spit on the head of his cock, slightly exposing your cleavage as you did so, and when Raab opened his eyes, his gaze immediately went to your boobs, a soft moan falling from his lips. You looked up, following his eyes down to your cleavage, and you grinned. “Aw, you wanna suck my titties? I can jerk you off while you do it, if you want, sweetie.” He nodded eagerly, his cock jerking in your hand, and you pulled your breasts out of your shirt, pressing one of your hands against the headboard of the bed to steady yourself as you leaned over him, gently guiding your nipple to his mouth as you continued to play with his cock with your free hand. Raab eagerly took your nipple into his mouth, running his tongue over it before gently sucking on it, his eyelashes fluttering shut from how relaxed he was. You admired the pretty look on his face, rubbing your thumb over the tip of his cock and pumping his shaft in your hand at a steady pace. Raab’s hands flew up to grab at your hips, his grip tightening just slightly every time you touched the head of his cock. You brought your hand back up to spit into it, bringing it back down to jerk his shaft at a much faster pace than before, and his eyes snapped open in shock, a moan leaving his lips as he briefly released your nipple from his mouth. You smiled. “You like that, baby?” He nodded, hips stuttering up against your grip on his cock. “It feels so good, mommy, thank you.”

You cooed over him, gently pushing on the back of his head to guide his mouth back onto your nipple. “Of course, baby, you deserve it for being such a good boy for me.” You stroked his hair, watching him suck eagerly on your breast with half-lidded eyes, his lips gently pulling on your nipple as he looked up at you sweetly. His cock lay hard and heavy against his thigh, slightly red from how close he was to cumming, and you apologetically reached your hand down to stroke the underside, realizing you’d temporarily let go of his cock to play with his hair. Raab’s tummy jerked at the contact, and he moaned against your nipple; he was already starting to drool from how much he was focusing on sucking your nipple, and his mouth made a slick ‘pop’ sound as he pulled away from your nipple with a whine. “I’m so close to cumming, mommy, can I cum in your mouth please?” You ran your thumb over his tip again, smiling when he shivered at the touch. “You want me to suck your cock, baby?” He nodded, and you moved away from him, putting your breast back into your shirt and stroking his face. “I absolutely will, sweetie, but I need you to be a good boy and beg me for it, okay? Can you do that?” Raab nodded, grabbing at the hem of your shirt in desperation, his lips red and shiny from sucking on your tits and his eyes half-lidded with lust. “Please, please, please use your mouth on my cock, mommy? I’m so close to cumming and it would feel so good, I promise I’ll be a good boy for you, just please suck my little cock.”

You smiled, satisfied. “You’re such a good boy for me, baby, of course I’ll let you cum in my mouth. Here, lean back against the pillows for me and I’ll take care of you.” Raab did as you asked, a look of excitement on his face as he laid back against the pillows with his cute little cock hard against his belly. You leaned down, licking a stripe up the underside of his shaft and then swirling your tongue around the tip and over his slit, lapping up beads of precum from the tip; Raab whimpered at the feeling, his cock starting to twitch, and you could tell that he probably wasn’t going to last very long. You engulfed his entire shaft in your mouth, using one of your free hands to play with his balls as your saliva dripped down to make them slicker, and then slurped on his shaft, sucking with enough force to elicit a series of whines and moans from his mouth as his hands moved down to rest on your head; he knew better than to pull your hair, but he clearly needed something to hold onto to keep him steady. You pulled off of his cock and licked another stripe up the underside, peppering kisses up the shaft and then taking it back into your mouth to suck on it with as much force as you could, flicking your tongue over the slit with the entire thing still in your mouth. Raab moaned loudly, throwing his head back against the pillow as his hips began thrusting up uncontrollably, his mind going blank as he became desperate for an orgasm. “Fuck, mommy, I’m gonna cum, please let me cum in your mouth, fuck it feels so good—” You slurped on his cock one more time, just hard enough to finally bring him to orgasm; he moaned loudly, blowing his load into your mouth as his body writhed against the bedsheets in pure pleasure.

You swallowed his cum, gently releasing his cock from your mouth and kissing the head of it one more time before letting it rest limply on his thigh, where you also laid your head down to catch your breath. Raab collapsed exhaustedly against the bed, breathing heavily with his eyes closed as he came down from his orgasm, and you admired the peaceful look of his face, moving your hand up to gently wipe the saliva off his lips and to smooth down his mussed-up hair. “How was that, sweetie?” He opened his eyes to flash you a toothy grin. “Really good, thank you mommy.” You smiled. “Good. You’re always such a good boy for me, baby, you deserved that. When we get home tonight I’ll let you pay me back with your cute little mouth, okay?” He nodded, eyes lighting up with excitement at the suggestion, and then he sat up, pulling his boxers and pants back up and smoothing out the wrinkles in his clothes and in Bam’s comforter. “I don’t think we made a mess, right?” You examined the bed and nodded. “Don’t think so. And anyway, it’s not like we broke Bam’s rule. Blowjobs and tit sucking aren’t the same thing as actually having sex, so we followed his rules just fine.” Raab laughed his familiarly goofy laugh, and you sat down beside him on the bed, pulling him close to you for a cuddle session as the two of you laid back against the pillows. You frowned. “Ah shit.” Raab looked up at you in concern. “What’s the matter?” You shook your head with a laugh. “I just realized, we totally should have wiped your cum off on Bam’s pillowcase like Dico said.” Raab grinned. “Next time?” You laughed, cuddling him. “Next time.”

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New World Order

Chapter 5

Summary: In this world you were one of three things. A submissive, a switch or a dominant. The state of New York was run by council members, Steve Rogers, James Barnes and Tony Stark, leading the world run by rules and laws ensuring everything was in its rightful place. Violet had been a submissive her whole life. but when a chance arises to add control and freedom into her life, she takes a risk and embarks on a wild ride.

Warnings: Violence, Dystopian themes, Submissive, Switch, Dominant, BDSM, Drug Use, Control, Dark Themes, Slavery, Prisoners, Power Dynamics, Alternative Universe, Sadistic Themes

“Did you get everything for Friday then?” Natasha asked Violet who was stood at the kitchen counter, stirring a cup of tea, and staring blindly out the window. She didn’t even take notice of her sister talking to her, her mind was completely elsewhere. She couldn’t get over what she saw today. Two subs taking illegal classification changing drugs in the back alley of a grocery store. She was a witness and how the managed to get away with it she didn’t know. And now, she knew where the drugs themselves were. The tiny little pills that could change her life as a submissive to a person of power. Even a switch had more power than her despite them entering a submissive stage. It had been on her mind since she returned home. She couldn’t believe she went up to those guys and asked them where to get some.

She had been contemplating her whole life since she returned. How dominants had more power and freedom than any submissive in this world. How submissives were to allow their companion to take charge of their relationship entirely. Did she really want that. So far, she hadn’t found anyone to become a part of her life and sometimes she wondered if she ever would. Would becoming a dominant give her more opportunity. She’d certainly have more control of her life. No one could get her what to do, not even her sister.

“VIOLET!” Natasha yelled, finally pulling Violet from her daze and she turned with a confused look on her face.

“I’m talking to you” she huffed, and Violet sighed softly under her breath, turning her attention fully to Natasha.

“Sorry, what did you say?” she asked, and Natasha groaned.

“I said did you get everything for Friday, Vi this dinner is so important an- “Violet cut her off before she could ramble on anymore.

“Yes, I know, you told me, and yes I got everything just like you asked” she whined back, and Natasha grumbled something under her breath, grabbing her glass of wine she poured. Since working for Stark, she had started drinking more, most likely due to the high demand and stress she received every day.

“I spoke to Stark today, he said they are coming around eight which gives us plenty time to get ready” she said over her shoulder as the two of them walked to the living room, Natasha flicking on the TV and slumping down in her usual seat.

“You mean it gives me time, I’m the one doing the cooking” Violet snapped back, and Natasha glared at her. The two of them could bicker for hours, over the silliest of things. Violet rolled her eyes and started at the TV as the news channel came on. A frequent reporter was sat at the news desk, papers in hand and a serious face.

“This just in, a house this morning was raided, and civilians were arrested on charges of taking classification changing drugs. The police raided the home this morning consisting of six young people, three females and three male. The group were taken to the correctional facility later today for testing and charging. It’s unsure which classification drugs they were taking but the police are certain they have come from the black markets selling them illegally. Mr Barnes made an accountment later today regarding this issue”. Violet’s eyes widened slightly, and her stomach tightened, her hands gripping her hot cup tightly and burning her. James Barnes appeared on the screen, clearly being interviewed by a reported. He had messy hair, long bits falling in front of his face and the rest lazily brushed back with fingers. He was wearing a smart suit of back, a beard covering his lower jaw.

“Anyone caught taking classification changing drugs will be arrested and brought to the facility to either be rehabilitated or placed into slavery. It is a crime to change your classification, and anyone caught doing so will be punished. My men work hard to ensure people are following our rules and we are planning to take down these illegal dealers. It’s taking time as we can’t pinpoint exactly who or where they are but when we do know, they will be eliminated”.

“Mr Barnes, what would you say to the people who may not necessarily be taking the drugs themselves but have witnessed others?” the reported asked and James took a deep breath.

“if anyone has witnessed illegal drug taking, I urge them to contact us immediately. We have a confidential anonymous caller centre for anyone wishing to put in a tip for us. We rely heavily on tips to know where abouts this drug taking is happening and we can only stop it when we know where it’s going on”.

“Thank you, Sir,” the reported finished and the screen changed back.

Violet swallowed and starred at the TV. Perhaps this was a sign, telling her not to do what she’s been thinking for the last five hours. If she was caught, she’d be arrested and sent straight to the facility, no questions asked. All it takes is for one anonymous tip to have the police raiding your house and arresting you. What would Natasha say, she’d be furious.

Natasha huffed next to her, shaking her head.

“Idiots, why would you risk your life like that” she said, and Violet shuffled on the sofa.

“Maybe their lives would be better as something else, maybe they were doing it to protect themselves” she piped up and Natasha looked to her shocked.

“Protecting themselves, how are they going to protect themselves when they are in jail. There’s a reason why we are born the way we are, and it should stay that way”.

“Of course, you’d say that you’re a switch you have control in your life not like us submissives” Violet snapped.

“Urg, this again, Vi you know I don’t take advantage of my classification, just because some do doesn’t mean everyone does” Natasha argued and Violet stood up abruptly, storming out and huffing.

“Vi!” Natasha called but Violet ignored her, storming up to her bedroom and slamming the door. This was exactly why she wanted to change her classification. The mistreatment of submissives against dominants and switches. Why was it her classification determined how her life was going to be. All she needed was to meet the wrong person for them to take advantage of her and the fact that some dominants believe submissives are just there for pleasure and service sent her body shaking with rage.

She paced her room, throwing herself on her bed in a fit of rage and stared up at the ceiling. That was it, her decision was made. She was going to do the unthinkable even if it meant risking her life.

The next morning Violet was quiet. Natasha was running around getting ready for work, mumbling that she was going to be late whilst Violet stood at the counter with her tea. Natasha groaned as she couldn’t find her blazer, her hair in a wild mess and shirt ruffled.

“Fuck where is it, Vi can you help me and not just stand there” Violet groaned and slammed her mug on the counter, immediately finding her blazer and throwing it at her.

“God just go your so annoying” she grumbled, and Natasha stuck her tongue out, snatching her bag and storming to the front door and the door slammed seconds later.

“Bye then” Violet hissed. Sometimes her sister could wind her up so much despite her being the older one. The main reason she wanted Natasha out was so she could leave. She was actually going to do it. she was going to head to the illegal black market and by classification changing drugs to change who she was. Perhaps it was out of spite for Natasha or because she generally wanted to know what the life of a switch or dominant was, but her mind was set. There was no going back. Grabbing her bag, a pair of sunglasses and a hat, she hurried to her car. Her stomach was in a nervous tight knot, and she felt like she was going to be sick. But nonetheless she started her car and proceeded to the route. As every mile passed, her hands became clammier and her stomach tighter with nerves.

The streets of Brooklyn slowly descended into Queens, the area becoming rough and the people changing quickly. Homeless people on the sides of buildings, begging for money, sleeping on cardboard for some comfort. Violet cringed slightly at the sight of these people and wondered what happened to them to be in that situation.

She decided to park her car discreetly, away from the public and so if she needed to make a getaway it wouldn’t look suspicious. The last thing she needed was someone reporting her. How the people of these black markets got away with it she didn’t know but they must be doing something. Parking in a small parking lot, she took a few moments to gather herself. Her heart was thumping, her hands shaking and throat turning dry. She looked at herself in the mirror, putting on the glasses and hat to hide her identity. She was amazed she made it this far herself.

Violet stepped out into the quiet parking lot, a sickly smell around that made her want to vomit but she held it in. Slowly walking, she made her way to the street market where the so-called Blossoms was located. On the outside it looked like a typical flower shop that no one would suspect. The street was dingy and stunk. Smoke filled the air and made violet cough, the smell becoming too much to handle. Odd people passed her, but she kept to herself, not making eye contact with anyone. The only time she looked up as when she arrived. The shop was clean and bright, with blue and white striking colours and the sweet smell of flowers overpowered the rank smell in the street. The door was closed and looked to be empty. She took a deep breath, entering inside, a bell ringing as the door opened and she shut the door. It was a dark inside, with wooden floors and hundreds of flowers. Violet shuffled around, her footsteps loud against the wood and she weaved her way through the bushes and branches. The smells of flowers changed as she passed each one, roses, lily’s, tulips, daffodils, the list went on.

There didn’t seem to be anyone around until a voice from behind made her jump.

“Hello, can I help you” it was a man, looked to be in his forties with an accent. He had brown hair that was short and combed back and was wearing a shirt underneath a jacket and black trousers with boots. He had a soft smile on his face and Violet swallowed nervously.

“Um yes… I- I was” she was so nervous that her words were stuttered.

“I’m looking for some daisy’s” she said, and the man looked at her oddly but nodded.

“Of course, we do have some over here” he pulled her over to a spot of plants in small cups. An array of fresh daisies. He began explaining about them, but Violet was confused. She was so nervous she had forgotten what code word to say for the drugs. The man looked to her kindly, whilst she desperately thought of the code word.

“Oh, yeah they are lovely, do you have any Tulips” she tried, and the man nodded, pointing to a spot of tulips on the other side.

“Yes, we have a lovely array of them here, very nice colours, usually we only get yellow and pink, but I managed to get some blues in”.

Fuck she thought to herself, that wasn’t the word either. Violet went silent, staring at the tulips, her body getting more nervous by the minute.

“These are ten dollars for five” he smiled, rummaging through the bushes and Violet smile awkwardly.

“Oh okay… actually I’m looking for… cherry blossoms” the word snapped in her head and the man froze, slowly turning to her, his expression hardening. He realised what she was here for.

“Yes, we have those in the back” he said seriously, turning and walking to the front door. He locked it, flipping the close and open sign to closed and turned back to storm past Violet.

“If you follow me” Violet followed behind like a nervous puppy, trying not to trip over the empty boxes and crates littering the floor. They reached a door that led down to a basement with a powerful smell. Violet thought best not to hold onto the rail as she descended the stairs, the air thick and sticky. The reached what looked like a small lab with beakers, tubes, weighing scales, a fridge and freezer and funny looking powders. There was a boiling pot of water on a stove and on a table to the side, a slab of something in foil. Violet stood, wrapping her arms around herself.

“Are you Zemo?” she asked, and the man chuckled.

“My name is well known then, so who was it that told you” he asked, tilting his head and she froze.

“I’m not going to kill them if that’s what you’re thinking, but I need to know. If they come back for more, I will not serve them and run the risk of being caught” he said, pulling out a chair and sitting down.

“These two guys I met, I don’t know their names, but they said they came to you” she murmured, and he chuckled, nodding.

“Excellent, now please have a seat, we have a lot to discuss and little time” he informed, and Violet shuffled over to the empty seat opposite Zemo. He leaned back, resting his leg over the other and intertwined his hands.

“So, what’s your classification?” he got straight to the point.

“Um submissive” she answered.

“And I assume you want to change to dominant” he replied. Violet wasn’t too sure really. A dominant meant she’d have no ounce of submission in her. a switch meant she’d have both.

“Well, I’m not sure really… what do you think?” she asked. He was the expert here, surely, he’d have a good idea as to what she should become. He was the expert here.

“Well depends on what you’re looking for. A switch can offer you a life of both but if you looking to get away from that, then a dominant is your best choice. Many people find that changing to a dominant can be quite a change for their body and mental state so a switch can be gentler” he informed her.

Violet pondered on what classification. Changing to a dominant would mean she’d have to find a submissive partner, but she’d have full control of her life. a switch meant the best of both worlds. She couldn’t imagine completely leaving her submissive traits behind, that’s just who she was. She’d be like Natasha.

“O-okay, a switch” she decided. Zemo sucked in a deep breath, standing abruptly and began taking out some medical tools.

“First I need to make sure you’re healthy before giving you the drug, an overload of hormones can send your body into shock and melt down” he said seriously, and Violet gulped. Zemo didn’t look like the typical drug dealer, he was clean shaven, healthy in his face and had an interest in flowers. But the people trust him. He wouldn’t get so much business if the drugs were legit.

First, he took her blood pressure, checking her levels. Then her oxygen levels. The last thing he needed was her body entering an overdose state and the hospital tracking him down as the cause.

“Your levels are healthy, and I see no reason to inhibit you from taking the drug” he said, his voice monotone and he worked quickly, putting the equipment away with ease.

“Now, some things I should warn you of. This drug lasts six months, your classification will gradually change over the course of the next day or so. Symptoms include vomiting, headaches, sweating, paleness, and tiredness. The blood in your body will relay switch cells that if you were to be tested, your classification will turn out as a switch, no longer submissive. If you wish to continue to change your classification, you may come back to me guaranteed that I haven’t already been shut down by the cops. And under no circumstance will you tell anyone this. I find out that you have given me up to the cops then I will take matters into my own hands, do I make myself clear” Violet was too stunned to speak and could only nod her head fast.

“Of course, I would never tell anyone” she assured, and he grinned.

“Perfect” he smiled, and he turned, shuffling over to a fridge. The fridge opened with steam floating out, and he pulled out a tray of pills, each one in its own container. Carefully picking out the pill with a pair of metal tweezers, he dropped it in a separate container, snapping the lid shut before passing it to Violet. There it was the pill that would change her life.

“What happens if I overreact to it” she said worriedly.

“Your body will shut down and convulse, if it’s too much for you to handle you could die” Violet’s eyes snapped wide, her jaw falling to the floor.

“Or you will be okay it really depends” he shrugged. Easy for him to say.

“That will be twenty dollars” Zemo said, and Violet nodded, her hand shaking as she reached into her purse, digging out the money. Zemo took it happily, pocketing it in a small tin on the side and held his hand out for Violet, helping her from the chair. She was shaking as he guided her upstairs to the front door. He didn’t make much conversation as he pushed her to the door, unlocking it and giving her a little shove.

“Have a nice day” he smiled, and the door slammed, surprising Violet. She slowly turned and began making her way back to her car, her stomach falling into a small pit of nerves, and she found herself power walking back, almost running at the last stretch and jumping in her car.

“Holy shit”.

Chapter 6

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Ricotta and Swiss Chard Frittata

Funny how dinner has that “charming” way of sneaking up on you each and every day. Just when you think you’ve got a handle on things, it’s suddenly 5:30 pm and though you knew it was coming, you’ve given no thought to what you can throw together and now you and the little people (and big ones) around you are suddenly famished. Recognize the pattern?!! Now you could order something in, OR for far less money and for something much quicker and healthier, you could make this Ricotta and Swiss Chard Frittata. So what’s it gonna be?!!

Now, if you haven’t prepared you might not have Swiss chard or ricotta in the house, but don’t panic. You can sub in spinach or kale or zucchini or basically any green veggie you do have and any cheese that you can shred or grate. Phew!

But if you can make it to the market or are the kind of smart person who always keeps Swiss chard and ricotta on hand, then you are going to be so happy because the combo of these two ingredients, along with onion and garlic, is just really yummy.

And so perfect and light for all the steamy weather we’ve been having!

If you’re a little intimidated about using Swiss chard (I used a rainbow variety but a plain old green one will do just fine here too), just know that you can and should eat the stems as well as the spinach-y leaves. Here, you’ll sauté the stems along with the onion and garlic and eventually add the leaves in to wilt. Then it’s just a simple matter of pouring in the eggs, dolloping on the ricotta and popping the whole thing into the oven—

Until it emerges all golden and puffy and eggy and cheesy. YUM!

Add a salad and piece of bread (I didn’t take photos of those but that’s what we had) and dinner is served!

It’s enough to make you jump for joy except for two small points 1) It’s way too hot to do any jumping and 2) What the heck are you going to make tomorrow night?!!!

Ricotta and Swiss Chard Frittata

Makes 4 servings

Prep Time: 20 minutes, Bake Time: 14-16 minutes

Ingredients

1 bunch Swiss chard (I used a rainbow variety), washed and dried well

1 large onion, chopped

2 garlic cloves, minced

Kosher salt and black pepper

2 tablespoons olive oil

8 large eggs

Generous 1 cup part-skim ricotta

Couple of splashes of hot sauce

The Recipe

1. Separate the chard leaves from the stems. Slice the stems into bite sized pieces and set aside. Place several leaves on top of each other, roll up and slice the leaves into ribbons.

2. Preheat the oven to 400ºF. Heat a large oven-proof skillet over medium heat with the olive oil and add the chard stems, onion, garlic 1 teaspoon salt and a couple of pinches of black pepper. Cook for about 10 minutes, stirring every now and then, until veggies are soft.

3. Add in the chard leaves a little at a time and let cook for a few minutes until wilted. Whisk the eggs together along with a pinch or two of salt and a couple of splashes of hot sauce. Give the veggies a stir and then pour the eggs over the them. Now dollop the ricotta all across the top.

4. Place the skillet in the oven and bake for about 14-16 minutes, until the frittata is set in the middle and the edges are beginning to get a bit golden brown. Remove the skillet from the oven (be careful because the handle will be hot). Cut into wedges and serve immediately. Leftovers can be stored for 2-3 days in the fridge in an airtight container and reheated or eaten cold.

Enjoy!

Note: Recipe adapted from Dinner Made Simple. I tinkered with proportions and ingredients. This is really just a basic guide for a frittata.

#Swiss Chard #Onion #Garlic Cloves #Kosher Salt #Black Pepper #Olive Oil #Eggs #Ricotta #Hot Sauce

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swipe right - jjk | m

“ i wanna ruin our friendship. we should be lovers instead. i don't know how to say this, cause you're really my dearest friend “ - jenny, studio killers

♡ summary- after a horrible breakup, you sign back up for tinder and ironically match with your best friend, jungkook. a date for fun is harmless, right?

♡ genre- best friends to lovers, idiots to lovers, jk is a minecraft streamer, brother namjoon, brother-in-law jimin, namjoon is kind of a himbo stay at home dad ngl, ex-boyfriend seokjin (mentioned but doesnt show up)

♡ word count- 9k

♡ warnings- mentions of a bad breakup (smh seokjin wtf??), penetrative sex, unprotected sex (u know the business folx), oral sex (m receiving), teasing, SO MUCH BODY WORSHIP, jk is a simp, slight dirty talk, lots of just talking during sex yall it happens, creampie, cum play, praise praise body worship praise, did i mention body worship, tit-fucking, cum eating, i think thats all.

♡ a/n - helloooo and thank you for your wait for this fic! i’m so happy its done and i loved writing it! it’s a little bit different feel for my usual style of writing (smut-wise) so please tell me your thoughts! i didn’t use dom/sub themes OR a daddy kink LMAOOOO praise me please. i hope you enjoy!! pls feel free to comment, chat, message, carrier pigeon, email, mail, WHATEVER U WANT, me. i love u babies. thank you to @kimtaehyunq for the sexy banner. and for @xjoonchildx @ladyartemesia @untaemedqueen for the writing support and idea generation. i would be nothing without my council. and thank you to my beta editors @hobi-gif and @ughseoks and @hongism for the perusal and help in writing this!

Jungkook is the person you call when your world falls apart.

He answers, voice raspy from the late hour, and the second he asks you what’s wrong, the downpour of torrential tears you’ve been holding back finally escapes and you’re sobbing through the phone that you just lost the love of your life—that he left and with little effort on his part, and a lot on yours.

Jungkook listens to you—his heart aching deep in his chest at hearing the utter heartbreak that’s clear in your voice. You’ve never been hurt like this, and he’s desperate to hold you, to make it go away. He wants to drive over to Seokjin’s house and throw a left hook into his stupid, handsome face for making you feel you weren’t worth it.

Because if there’s anything in the world that Jungkook knows, it’s that you’re worth it. You’re worth everything. Add up all the money and all the gold in the entire world, and it still doesn’t meet a fraction of what you’re worth to him.

“Where are you?” He asks as he cradles the phone against one arm and pulls on his jeans.

You sniffle. “Jungkook, it’s 3 am.”

“So? I was up playing Minecraft,” He lies. “Where are you?”

You can’t help but laugh the tiniest bit, a sliver of warmth wrapping itself around your raw and exposed heart. Like a balm to a flesh wound. It doesn’t heal it, not yet.

“I’m at our park.”

Jungkook smiles as he grips the phone back in his hand. The park. The place you and Jungkook spent your childhood playing make-believe games, and formative teenage years loitering around smoking clove cigarettes to look cool.

“Give me five minutes, okay?”

You nod, even though he can’t see you.

“Okay.”

Jungkook arrives with two minutes to spare. His beat up Nissan that he insists is “vintage” and “priceless” idles next to you.

He can see you through the darkened glass of your car—your mascara is running down your face, tears streaked through your flawlessly applied makeup.

You still look so beautiful.

And it angers Jungkook that all that time you spent looking good for Seokjin meant nothing to him.

He motions for you to come over, pats the passenger seat next to him and smiles as he watches you open the door and slide into the security of his familiar car.

“You cleaned your car,” you murmur as you notice a severe lack of McDonald’s trash.

He sniffs haughtily.

“The trash added character.”

Jungkook doesn’t give you a chance to respond. Instead, he’s unbuckling his seatbelt and pulling you as close to him as he can get you. The instant his arms wrap around your body, the floodgates open again and your once-quieted tears turn back into full-fledged sobs.

“I loved him,” you gasp through the pain in your throat.

He rubs your back, pats your hair gently, soothing you the way he has for years now. Through every breakup, through every family fight with your older brother Namjoon, through all the mean girls in high school. Jungkook is the north star—always consistent, always guiding you back to safety.

“I know, babe,” he sighs. “You deserve someone who’s going to treat you right, who’s not just going to give up when things get hard.”

You choke back a cry against his Patagonia hoodie and bury your face further into the crook of his neck. He smells like Old Spice and the shampoo he uses, along with the smell of laundry soap you buy for him—he uses dish soap when he runs out and nearly broke his washing machine last time.

“I thought he was the one. I’m so stupid.”

Jungkook swallows hard. Tonight is about comforting you, not about feeling sorry for himself that you’re his best friend and not his girlfriend. He can’t help but think of what kind of life he would give you. He knows it’s one that wouldn’t end with you crying in a parking lot at 3 AM.

“You’re not stupid, you just loved him. And there’s nothing stupid about loving someone, even if it doesn’t work out,” he sighs as he cradles your head against him. It feels right having you there, pressed up against him and seeking comfort from the solace of his arms.

“Let’s go get a milkshake, yeah?” He asks as you pull your head up and look at him with sad, glassy eyes.

“Yeah,” you nod after a moment of staring.

Jungkook’s eyes sparkle with love, with hope. It makes the desperate, alone feeling inside you—disappear. Jungkook presses a soft kiss to your forehead and then starts the shaky ignition of his car, that takes three cranks of the key before it turns over.

He sends you a look, a laugh evident on your face.

“Don’t even start,” he warns. “The engine is fine.”

“Whatever you say,” you snort as you wipe an errant tear from your face.

“It’s a certified classic car! I could get millions for this baby!”

As the weeks pass, the pain of losing Seokjin becomes further and further from your mind. You can get through the day without crying anytime you see something that reminds you of him and even start flirting with others without feeling like you’re cheating.

You just still haven’t reached the point where dating someone else even feels possible. You’re terrified of allowing someone close to you, letting them into a place where you’re inviting them to possibly hurt you. You’re not sure your heart is ready for it.

“I think you’re just scared,” your older brother Namjoon states as he warms up a bottle of milk in boiling water.

He cradles his new baby in one arm while the other works at the bottle of milk.

“I’m not scared,” you huff. “I just don’t think it’s the right time.”

Namjoon sighs and hands the gurgling newborn baby off to you and readies the bottle for you to feed your new niece, Jisoo.

“Look, Seokjin sucks, okay? I know you two were together for some time, but in the end, he wasn’t the right one for you. There’s someone out there who is the right one for you. You know how many shit frogs I had to kiss before I got my prince?”

You make a face as you feed Jisoo, who happily sucks and gazes at the lights above.

“You call Jimin a prince?”

Namjoon sighs dreamily as he watches the baby and thinks of his husband.

“The dreamiest prince,” he breathes, eyes closed in bliss. “But back to your problems. I think you should get back out there. Go on some dates, meet some people. No one is telling you to fall in love and get married tomorrow. Just go have some fun.”

You allow Namjoon’s words to mull through your mind. What could be the harm in joining a few dating sites, perhaps spending some time at the gym or grocery store flirting with someone cute?

“Fine,” you say. “I’ll think about it.”

“Good. I can’t be the only one giving our parents grand-babies. Soo needs a cousin.”

You smile down at the tiny bundle in your arms and imagine a future where you have a baby of your own.

“Okay, I’m not trying to get knocked up, Joon.”

“Whatever,” he sighs. “Help me choose a wall color for me and Jimin’s new master bathroom.”

Tinder’s changed since the last time you used it, years ago. It’s gone from any semblance of dating to strictly an app used to get laid.

It’s discouraging swiping through all the obvious fuckboys. Sure, a quick and easy lay sounds great, but you’re also trying to go out and enjoy real, traditional dates, and it seems none of these guys want to step foot outside of a bedroom.

The swiping left becomes almost monotonous. You’re sitting on your couch, watching some documentary about serial killers, when a startling profile pops up on your Tinder feed.

The picture that pops up is... Jungkook. You can’t stop the bubble of laughter that leaps from your chest. His profile is so authentically Jungkook that you’re swiping right before you even know it.

Your brain doesn’t even comprehend what a match with Jungkook means, really. You’re still laughing as you click on the bubble to message him and send him as many laugh emojis as you can.

“Hey guys, what’s up, Kookie here with another Let’s Play Minecraft video for ya. Be sure to like and subscribe if you enjoy this kind of content.”

Jungkook’s headset is firmly wrapped around his head, mic next to his mouth and hands at the ready on his mouse and keyboard. He’s set and in the zone.

The game is well into play when the familiar chime of his phone goes off. It’s a Tinder notification—he can tell by the sound. He can’t help but roll his eyes, wondering what sort of boring conversation he’s meant to have with a girl who will probably ghost him, anyway.

He lazily lifts his phone and glances at the notification, before dropping it back to the desk.

His hand freezes on his mouse as he finally comprehends what he just read.

He just matched with YOU.

His best friend.

His secret, lifelong crush.

He sputters something into the microphone and stops recording his game, wildly grasping for the phone and unlocking it.

YN: 😂😂😂😂 is your bio a Minecraft pickup line?!

He pauses, attempts to collect his thoughts, before desperately typing on his screen.

JUNGKOOK: Why? 😉😏 did it work?

You spend the rest of your night jokingly flirting with Jungkook, sending GIFs and emojis in between the silly lines you’re using on each other.

Right before you’re about to head to sleep, Jungkook sends one last message.

JUNGKOOK: What if we went on a date lolol. Haha jk. Unless?? 👀👀👀

Your thumbs hover over the keys to your phone.

A date with Jungkook? Even though you matched with him, you’ve never thought of a date with your childhood best friend.

YN: alright, it’s only fair since we matched 😝 show me how you treat these tinder ladies

“I have a date with Jungkook tonight,” you tell your brother, Namjoon, over the phone.

Over the crying of your newborn niece, you hear Namjoon splutter in confusion.

“You what!?” He nearly screams. “Jeon Jungkook? Like... the annoying kid you’ve been friends with since fourth grade?”

You huff.

“He’s not annoying! He’s my best friend. We ironically matched on Tinder and… Well, why the fuck not? Nothing serious is going to happen. We’ll go out and have a story to tell about how incompatible we are.”

Namjoon doesn’t reply. Instead, you hear him speak to his husband.

“She’s going on a date with Jungkook,” he says over the muffle of his hand on the receiver.

There’s a shuffle, and the dulcet voice of your brother-in-law, Jimin, comes over the line.

“Girl,” he starts. “What the fuck?”

You chuckle as you move about your closet, trying to decide what’s appropriate to wear on a date with your best friend.

“It’s nothing!”

“Mm-hmm,” Jimin tuts. “You know the boy is in love with you.”

“Okay, Chim, you’ve been spending too much time cooped up with my brother. It’s affecting your grip on reality.”

“Sure, honey. I just tell it like it is. Don’t break his heart.”

You roll your eyes.

“I won’t break his heart because there’s nothing there, Jimin.”

“I’ll be expecting your call later.”

“Yes, dad. Love you guys.”

“We love you too, sweetheart. But really, don’t break that poor boy’s heart.”

You open your mouth to retort yet another reassurance that there’s nothing to break, but the line goes dead.

“Fucking Jimin,” you mutter as you throw your phone to the bed.

You can’t allow yourself to think that Jungkook might have feelings for you. It’s totally out of the questions. He’s your best friend. The guy who shoves Cheetos up his nose to make you laugh and falls asleep during every movie night with his face in the popcorn bowl. He’s just Jungkook. This date is just a funny way to hang out.

So, why do you care so much about what you wear?

You’re still standing in front of your closet, attempting to find something respectable to wear. It doesn’t matter that the last time Jungkook saw you; it was with mascara streaming down your face and a hoodie from Namjoon’s college swimming days and ripped leggings. Jungkook has seen you in nearly everything you wear, so your indecisiveness gives you pause.

Do you want Jungkook to be attracted to you? Do you want to do your best to look as presentable as you would for a normal date?

The thudding of your heart tells you that maybe you’re more interested in this being a date than you’re allowing yourself to believe.

You shake all thoughts off.

No, you won’t allow yourself to overthink a night that should just be fun.

You settle for a fitted and simple summer dress, tights and heels. Simple, easy, respectable but also showing enough cleavage and sculpt of your ass to ensure you look more dressed up than not.

Perfect.

With one last look in the mirror, you’re ready.

JUNGKOOK: I’m outside!

ME: See you soon!

Jungkook taps his foot anxiously as he sits on the bench outside your apartment. His tight black jeans feel like a second skin on his legs, and the black button-down shirt he’s tucked in makes him rethink his choice of outfit.

Is he too casual?

He’s never really worn something like this around you. This is what Jungkook wears when he wants to seduce. This is what every girl he’s desperately wished was you got to see. The girls who swooned over his messy hair, the way his jeans display his toned thighs, the peek of skin at his throat.

Maybe it’s too much.

Maybe he’s afraid he’ll scare you away.

Maybe he’s afraid you won’t like it.

He’s given no chance to ruminate anymore because you’re exiting the building and walking straight towards him.

He doesn’t think he remembers how to breathe.

It’s as if you walk towards him in slow motion. Angels chorus around him and the setting sun sparkles on your face like a spotlight. There’s nothing in the world anymore, nothing but you.

You’re the most beautiful human he’s ever seen in his life.

“Hi,” you smile as you approach him.

He continues to stare, eyes traveling over the soft curves of your cheeks and jaw, trailing down to the way your dress clings just right to each dip of your body. His throat goes dry.

You are without a doubt the girl of his dreams.

“Jungkook?”

It pushes him out of his reverie, eyes widening as he realizes he’s been staring at you for maybe a few minutes too long to play off as normal.

“Hey!” He coughs, attempting to right himself.

“You okay?” You ask, eyebrow lifted in concern.

“Yeah! Yup! Totally! I’m okay—a-okay, absolutely great.” He internally slaps himself.

“You clean up nice,” you smile as your eyes elevate up and down the lean form of his body.

“Oh?” He asks, taken aback.

In his daze, he never even realized what you’re thinking about him, rather only how intensely he was thinking about you.

“This must be the Jungkook that all the girls in college couldn’t stop begging me to hook them up with.”

His cheeks flame with sudden embarrassment, hand moving to the back of his neck to rub it awkwardly.

“Ha, yeah,” he swallows. “You look r-really nice too. I don’t think I’ve seen you in a dress since your brother’s wedding.”

The smile that he’s rewarded with nearly knocks him on his ass. “Thanks! It’s fun to dress up cute again. Jin hated this dress.”

A stab of pain eeks its way into Jungkook’s heart. Seokjin. God, how he hates that man.

“Well, uh, you can wear whatever you want with me!” He assures.

You loop your arm around Jungkook’s, saddling up to his side as you look at him expectantly.

“Well, are we going?”

Jungkook can’t help but smile at the sparkle in your eye, the way you peer up at him with those soft, cherry lips. He wants to capture them with his own, kiss you until you don’t remember Seokjin’s name ever again.

But he resists.

“Let’s go!”

You never thought you’d admit it to yourself. You never even thought it could happen.

But the date is everything you’ve ever wanted, and more.

Jungkook is still Jungkook, still just as silly and easy to talk to as he always is.

But he’s also charming. Flirtatious, even. He holds doors open for you; he rests his hand on the small of your back as he guides you towards your table at dinner. He feeds you bites of his dessert and lets his eyes linger on the way your lips look wrapped around his fork.

Jungkook treats you the way you’ve always wanted to be treated. Like someone he wants to cherish for the rest of your combined lives. Someone he wants to take care of, build a future with, enjoy life with.

And as much as it thrills you, it absolutely frightens you.

It’s when you’re walking down the small river trail together that Jungkook slips his hand into yours and laces your fingers together. The once-steady beat of your heart becomes erratic. He continues chatting—as if holding your hand was a subconscious act for him. He’s knee deep in a story of his Minecraft server when you stop walking, causing him to pause.

“What’s up?” He asks curiously.

Your eyes glitter with anticipation, with fear, as you stare at the gorgeous man before you. He looks like a full course meal in his tight jeans and he makes you feel like a princess. You can suddenly see doing life by his side—no longer his platonic best friend, but as his lover and lifelong partner.

You say nothing. Instead, you simply close the space between you two by grabbing the buttons of his shirt and tugging his lips onto yours.

“Wha—oh, mmmmmm.”

Jungkook is still for a second as he battles the surprise, but jumps into action and cups your face with his hands, deepening the kiss by pushing his tongue past your lips and swirling it around your own.

Your bodies press close together. He can feel your breasts against his chest and he desperately wants to rip the dress off your body and worship you like he’s always wanted to.

As soon as the kiss started, it’s over. You’re pulling away with eyes wide with fear.

“I’m sorry, I—I need to go,” you stammer awkwardly.

Jungkook’s heart drops to his stomach.

“What? We were going to get ice cream?”

You can feel tears building in the corners of your eyes. You’re so confused, so unsure of what you’re feeling. You want to stay and kiss Jungkook until you’re clawing at the clothing on his body, pressing kisses to the firm column of his neck. You want to run far away, too scared to admit it to him you’re sure you could love him for the rest of his life.

You can’t lose that friendship. You can’t risk everything you love about Jungkook. He’ll only hurt you the way every boyfriend ever has.

“I don’t really feel well,” you swallow hard as you lie. Jungkook always knows when you’re lying.

His body stiffens.

“Okay, let me walk you home.”

You shake your head, already moving away from the man.

“It’s fine. We’re nearby. I’ll just run or something.”

He opens his mouth to protest, but you’ve already turned face and started running the direction away from him.

Jungkook watches, misty-eyed, as the girl of his dreams runs further and further away from him.

You’re sobbing as you finally reach home, out of breath and confused. The phone call to Namjoon is quick.

“Yo,” he says cooly as he answers the phone. His tone changes when he hears your whimpering sobs on the other end.

“Joonie,” you whisper. “I fucked up.”

“Oh god,” Namjoon quickly shuffles and calls his husband over, before putting the phone on speaker.

“What’s happened, baby?” Jimin’s sweet voice asks.

“I—I kissed him,” you sob, holding yourself close in the comfort of the elevator.

Namjoon and Jimin look at each other with knowing looks.

“We’re on our way over.”

Jimin knows the first order of business is to stop the crying. He places sleeping baby Jisoo in your arms, which quiets your whimpers enough as you cling to the tiny baby. He knows your weakness is sleeping babies.

Namjoon looks on anxiously, hates seeing his little sister upset and with no way to make it better.

Jimin’s been asked to take the lead on this, because he knows his husband's response is to cry as well—he gets emotional anytime he sees her cry. Namjoon agreed, knowing Jimin was better suited for the conversation.

“Tell us what happened,” Jimin asks quietly. You’re rocking the baby gently, sobs turned to sniffles. “Did something go wrong on the date?”

Your eyes peer up at your brother-in-law’s, a wounded look that makes Jimin feel sad. Namjoon clenches beside him, and Jimin lays a hand on his lap to soothe the protective brother.

“No,” you whisper. “That’s the thing. It was an amazing date.”

Jimin watches you curiously, but remains silent to let you continue.

“We had dinner, and we played arcade games and we walked around. And he was so… fuck, he was perfect. It was like dating the guy of my dreams.”

Jimin nods knowingly.

“And it surprised you how much you liked him.”

“Yeah,” you sniffle. “At the end, he was holding my hand and just talking about normal, stupid Jungkook shit, but this time it felt like more. Like, I felt in my heart that I wanted to be the one he always talked to about it. I wanted to be the one he came home to at night.”

Jimin pats your cheek lovingly, the care for his sister-in-law clear in his gaze.

“You don’t just like him, honey. I think you might even love him.”

You pull baby Jisoo tighter into your grasp and nod, pathetic tears slipping down your face.

“I just left him. Like, I ran away from him like an asshole.”

Namjoon grunts and takes a spot next to Jimin. “If he loves you, which I’m sure he does, he’ll still be waiting for you.”

Jimin nods and rests a hand on his husband's back. “But you better have one hell of an apology.”

Jungkook doesn’t answer your phone calls. He doesn’t respond to your texts, snapchats or Instagram DM’s. He doesn’t even look at the TikToks you sent him! It’s becoming infuriating to get in touch with him.

You take matters into your own hands and storm to his apartment after work, the rising tension in your shoulders and stomach full of rocks an indicator of your anxiety about the future of this relationship.

Jungkook opens the door wearing nothing but a pair of grey sweats. All the carefully crafted words exit your mind at light

speed and you’re left gasping, wide-eyed at the chiseled body of your best friend.

“Can I help you?” He asks, tone flat.

Ouch.

You push past him into the apartment you know so well. “Yeah, you could start by answering your phone.”

Jungkook rolls his eyes and closes the door, then heads back towards the large gaming setup in the living room.

“My apologies for not responding to the girl who literally ran away from me on a date.”

Your cheeks heat uncomfortably as you stand in the center of his living room, arms crossed over your chest.

“Jungkook, listen. I’m—”

“Please,” he shakes his head as he sits down at the impressive gaming chair. “Save the apologies. I get it.”

“You don’t get it!” You say, exasperated. “You don’t get any of it! That’s why I’m here.”

Jungkook narrows a look at you then stands from his chair. Slowly, he makes his way towards you and stands inches from your face. The proximity of his bare, toned chest to your body makes your throat dry.

“No, you don’t get it.” His voice is threateningly quiet, completely different from his usual chipper tone.

“Jungkook, I’m sorry.”

“Sorry for what?” He quirks his head sarcastically, and you’re struck by the sharp lines of his jaw. “Sorry for running away from the date? Sorry for going on a date? Sorry for making me feel like I had a fucking chance when you kissed me?”

You swallow hard and open your mouth to reply, but he cuts you off.

“I’m sorry too. For giving myself way too much hope that this could ever be something. I’m sorry for myself for thinking you’d at least respect me enough to reject me politely.”

“You always had a chance!” You can feel tears building in your eyes and Jungkook feels his heart pound in his chest like a drum.

He scoffs, a harsh and mirthless laugh. “Clearly not.”

“I just—,” you start. “I never saw you like that before and suddenly you became everything I’ve ever dreamed of. It was like getting hit by a train, Kook! Suddenly my best friend turned into the man of my dreams.”

He shakes his head, stepping back away from you.

“I really find it hard to believe you,” he whispers. “I can’t let myself hope.”

“Jungkook, please,” you beg as tears start slipping down your face. “Please believe me.”

“Just leave,” he sighs. “I hate making you cry.”

You want so badly to wrap yourself in his arms, cry into his chest like you always do when you’re hurt. But you stand still, frozen in your shame and embarrassment of hurting your best friend so badly.

“I’m sorry,” you murmur, before you spin around as quickly as you can and leave Jungkook’s apartment in a flurry.

He watches as the door slams behind you, eyes full of sadness and regret. As much as he wants to believe you, have faith in every word you said, he can’t allow himself to get his hopes up again.

He can’t watch you run away from him again.

“Welcome back to Kookie’s Wild Weekly Walkthrough!” Jungkook cheers as enthusiastically as he can through his microphone. “The weekly segment where I react to your Minecraft worlds!”

Jungkook needed to dive back into streaming to take his mind off of you. He hasn’t left his apartment in days, only subsisting on takeout and coffee. At least he was making more money and his subscribers didn’t seem to mind the up-tick in content.

“Tonight I’ll be walking through a creation sent by,” he squints at the username. “‘Kookiesgal95’ Aww that’s cute.”

He readies the content and starts his camera as he watches the YouTube link. His subscribers love his reaction videos—it’s a highly requested segment.

The video starts off easily, a generic Minecraft world that looks like a park.

“Hi Kook.”

The voice that reverberates through his headphones makes him pause the video quickly, wide-eyed with recognition.

It’s you. He’d know that voice from a million others.

Shit. He’s going to have to edit so much of this clip. He’s staring at the screen as if he’s just seen a ghost.

Unsteadily, he clicks play again and watches as you lead him through your Minecraft creation.

“I wanted to recreate something for someone very special in my life.”

Jungkook doesn’t even bother to react to this anymore. This entire video is going to be worthless—there’s nothing he can say.

The video pans around the Minecraft setup and he can see what looks like handmade swings and merry go rounds.

“It took me a really long time to do this and an embarrassing amount of help from some twelve-year-olds on the internet.”

He laughs and is stunned by the wet tears rolling down his cheeks. He hadn’t realized he was crying.

“I re-created a park that is really special to my best friend and I.”

He feels his chest tighten and relax. The park.

“This is the spot where he held me when my dog died when I was nine. I still miss that dog.”

The view is on a spot next to a blocky oak tree. Jungkook remembers that day, remembers your heartbroken sobs as he whispered words of comfort to you. He misses that dog, too.

“This is where he and my brother got in a fight when we were eleven, because my brother called me a stupid-head. My best friend has always been protective of me, even from my own big brother.”

He can still remember pushing Namjoon around after hearing him call you names. He pushed Namjoon over and threatened to use his “big muscles” if he did it again.

The camera pans to an enormous structure, rather sloppily made, of a slide and monkey bars.

“This is where we first shared a joint in high school. I coughed a lung up and he ran down the street to a gas station at ten pm to get me a bottle of water even though I told him I was okay,”

The memory of the bewildered 7-11 employee plays through his mind. The man watched as a very stoned, very out of breath, Jungkook paid for a bottle of water in coins.

The video continues playing, moves towards what appears to be a parking lot made of cobblestone blocks.

“This is where he held me when my world fell apart.”

The break-up. The way you cried and cried and cried in his arms and he held you as if you were the only thing left on Earth.

“This is where he reminded me I’m worthy of love, that I’m not broken. This is where he held me like I was delicate, but treated me like I was unbreakable.”

His tears don’t stop. Jungkook feels his heart thundering in his chest like a summer storm.

He can hear your sniffles through the recording of the video—you were crying too. It pans around to the swing set.

“And this is where I’ll tell him everything, tonight. Where I’ll tell him how deeply I love him and how I want to make him the happiest guy in the world. In all of Minecraft and beyond. I hope he comes.”

Jungkook doesn’t even bother turning his camera off.

Instead, he’s running to change out of his three-day-old clothes and bolt out the door.

The creaky, rusty metal of the swing set is deafeningly loud in the silence of your park.

It’s dark, just a few street lights around to illuminate the perimeter, but it’s otherwise only lit by the moon.

It’s getting cold. You shiver in your hoodie and kick at the dirt under your swing.

Maybe he didn’t see the video. Maybe he wasn’t going to show.

Maybe it was too late.

You spent hours working on the Minecraft world, staying up at all hours of the night to build and craft a poor re-creation of this park. The twelve-year-olds on Reddit had been invaluable and Namjoon definitely made fun of you for your creative assistants. But it had all been worth it.

“Fuck,” you speak out loud to no one, as you try to warm your hands in the pockets of your sweater. “It’s cold.”

“You should have brought a jacket.”

The sudden voice from behind startles you. You hop off the swing and whip around to face down the intruder.

Jungkook.

He looks so good. He’s wearing a thick coat and tight jeans. Your eyes take a delicious journey from head to toe.

He can’t help but preen at your blatant appreciation. He enjoys knowing you’re attracted to him, at least physically.

“You came.”

He nods and takes a nervous step towards you. He’s still far away, more than an arm's-reach away. You’re desperate to bring him closer, to pull him tight against your body and wrap yourself around him. You never want to be without his gentle touch again.

“I felt pretty compelled to come after you made all this in Minecraft for me.” He cracks a wry smile, a boy-ish grin that makes your heart flutter.

“It took me twenty-five hours and some teenagers to help.”

He laughs, a beautiful sound that warms you. “I’m sure they were ecstatic to help.”

You chew at the inside of your cheek, nervous at what he thinks about your in-game confession.

“Did you mean it?” He asks. He steps closer—one more step.

“Every word.”

His eyes are searching yours for the truth, desperately diving into the depths for validity.

“Why did you run away?” Another step.

You swallow hard, heavy tears brimming in your eyes.

“You went from being the silly best friend to being the person I could spend the rest of my life with. It all hit me. It’s always been you.”

One more step and now he’s just within your reach. If you stuck your hand out, your fingers would graze the soft puff of his coat, the delicate skin of his neck.

“I’ve always felt that way about you. I never thought you’d feel the same.”

You smile softly, timidly. “It just took me a little while longer to realize it.”

All at once, Jungkook closes the gap and holds you gently by your cheeks. His thumbs wipe at the moisture under your eyes.

“I promise to never make you cry again,” he whispers reverently.

“And I promise to never run away from you again.”

Jungkook smiles at that, cradling your face like you’re the most expensive and precious jewel.

“Can I kiss you again?” He asks, somewhat unsure of himself.

“I would like it if you would.”

As Jungkook presses his cold, plush lips to your own, you make a promise to yourself to never go a day without kissing him again.

“I can’t believe you’re in my bedroom,” Jungkook murmurs as he kisses at your face. After the park, Jungkook loaded you into his priceless Nissan and scurried home. You could hardly keep your hands off him as he drove you back to his place—reaching and caressing the spots on his body you’re dying to become familiar with.

“I’ve been in your bedroom before,” you remind him as he tugs up the hoodie you’re wearing.

“God, don’t be so semantic when I’m trying to fuck you,” he says before throwing the hoodie to a corner of the room. “You know what I mean.”

Jungkook kisses you again, all lips and teeth and tongue. He kisses you like you’re the last breath of air, and he’s greedy for every bit. He grips your hips, not too tight, and brings your body against his. You can feel him grow in hardness in his too tight, and it feels like bliss.

Teasingly, you grind your hips against his, making him shudder with desire.

“I want you,” he whines as he nibbles at your lip.

“Really? I couldn’t tell.”

He opens his eyes to level a look at you, pulling his mouth away from yours.

“You’re such a little smartass.”

His hands become feverish on your jeans, tugging apart the button and flicking down the fly. He pushes them down quickly, and you kick them off carelessly.

He can’t stop looking at you in your bra and panties, standing at the foot of his bed.

“Holy shit, okay, this is happening, right? Like, this is real?”

You smirk, pleased with Jungkook’s obvious excitement.

“Let me prove it’s not just a dream.”

Softly, you spin Jungkook around and push him down to sit on his bed. He complies easily, eyes wide and excited.

“If this is a dream, would you be able to feel this?” You ask as you unbuckle his belt and open his jeans. He doesn’t reply, simply watches you as you tug his jeans down to his thighs.

His cock strains hard against his tight boxers, and you run a teasing finger over the obvious bulge.

“Oh fuck,” he breathes.

“Feels pretty real, huh?”

“Y-yeah.”

Your delicate hands gently tug at the waistband of his boxers and easily work them down enough to free the length of his cock. It springs out easily and your eyes widen at the impressive size. You assumed he would be at least average, but you’re looking at something definitely more.

“Oh wow,” you whisper. “You’re fucking huge.”

Jungkook grins. “All for you, baby.” The cockiness is palpable.

One solid grip around him wipes the presumptuous smile off his face, replaced with a gasping, shuddering moan.

“How about this? Not a dream?”

He struggles to find his voice, instead he’s gulping for air like a fish out of water.

“That’s what I thought,” you whisper before settling into a position on your knees. “I’ll admit, I’ve dreamt about this too. I always felt so ashamed for dreaming about sucking my best friend's cock.”

You press soft kisses to the head of his length, teasing the sensitive areas at the tip before kissing up and down the length.

“Fuck, fuck, fuck.”

His evident desire for you encourages you, and your tongue swipes at the crown of his tip and swirls around it gently.

“Oh my god.” His eyes shutter closed and you trace the veins in his dick with your tongue.

“This h-has to be a dreeeaaaaam,” he whines as you make an exceptionally long stripe with the flat of your tongue.

You pull off for a moment, humming. He springs his eyes open and watches as you reach behind your back and unsnap your bra. Your breasts escape with a bounce and his eyes widen, nearly bulging out of their sockets.

“What the fuck,” he whines. “You have the most amazing tits.”

He reaches out to grasp them and you slap them away playfully.

“Not yet,” you smirk. “Still trying to convince you you’re not asleep.”

He sucks in his breath and puts his hands back to the bed to steady himself, eyes never leaving yours (except to stare at the luscious curves of your body).

Grasping your breasts in both hands, you smash them together lightly in an elaborate show of what Jungkook wants most. You lean over his body and place the throbbing thickness of his cock in between your tits, allowing him to feel just how soft and warm they are.

“Shit!” He yelps, grabbing his sheets in a tight fist. “Are you really tit-fucking me right now?!”

Slowly, you lift your body up and down, allowing his cock to feel each stroke of your breasts. You nod at his question and continue to pump up and down.

“Still dreaming?”

He whines and shakes his head, already feeling so close to the edge. His cock is slick from your teasing licks and the pressure of your tits surrounding him had his mind spinning with desire.

“Ahhh, I’m so fucking close,” he warns.

You continue, speeding up the friction and pressure of your strokes.

“I want you to cum on me, Kook,” you whisper encouragingly. “Cum on my tits, please?”

Jungkook feels like he’s a wire about to snap, and your thick, sultry voice and incredibly perfect breasts are the snips that breaks him apart.

“Oh, shit,” he grunts. “Gonna paint your titties white, baby.”

His moans echo around the walls of his bedroom, small gasps of pleasure and your name escaping his perfectly plump pout.

His hot load splatters on your chest, and you stroke him through each pulse of his cock. You’re slippery with his seed now, and when you pull away from his spent length, you make a show of rubbing in his cum over your chest.

“Okay, definitely not dreaming,” he says in a daze as he watches you lift a wet finger to your mouth, popping it in to clean it off. “Who knew you were so fucking kinky?”

His confidence grows as he catches his breath. He can’t believe he’s sitting on his bed with you on your knees, breasts covered in his load. You’re suckling the cum off your finger like it’s his cock, and he’s desperate for more.

“There are lots of things you don’t know about me,” you shrug.

Swiftly, he grabs you gently by your bicep and pulls you close, sucking at your lips until you’re both standing.

“I plan to find out everything.”

Suddenly, you’re switching positions and Jungkook is pushing you down into the bed. You lay flat in the center, body relaxed and eager for your best friend.

“What are you doing?” You ask. He’s still standing at the end of the bed, watching you get comfortable. Once he’s satisfied that you’re lying exactly how you want, he settles himself by your feet.

“Worshipping you,” he says as he lifts an ankle and presses gentle kisses to your calf. “Showing you how much I adore you.” More kisses, soft and sweet. “Showing you how I plan on treating you for the rest of your life.”

He takes his time, lavishing your legs with his mouth. He kisses and sucks at any spot, sexual or not. He mouths at the roundness of your knees, your firm hamstrings. He presses his love into the skin of your thighs, mouthing his praises with each kiss.

He reaches the dip of your hips and he gently kisses your exposed skin as he tugs your cotton panties off you.

“I have loved every inch of you since before I can remember,” he praises as his lips skim over the mound of your cunt. “And I don’t plan on stopping soon.”

Your body feels like it’s on fire, as if Jungkook lights a match at every spot his lips press against. Your eyes close, and you allow Jungkook to continue his pious worship of your body.

He teases around your folds, kissing your labia ever so gently—making you gasp. He doesn’t linger long, only kisses you enough to stir the licking flames of heat in your belly.

He kisses at your stomach, gently nibbling and laving at the softness there. You try to hide from him, try to hide your insecurities of your body in his thorough exploration, but he moves your hands.

“I know you don’t like this part of your body,” he murmurs. His voice is so soft, so pure and sincere. “But I do. I love everything about you.”

His tongue swirls around your belly button, making you gasp at the ticklish sensation.

“You’re so pretty. So perfect.”

He continues upwards, lips now trailing to your full breasts. He takes his time there, licking and kissing and flicking at your nipples with his tongue. It feels exhilarating—Jungkook’s mouth feels like everything you want it to feel like. His tongue is warm, and he bites with just enough pressure to make your back arch off the bed into his embrace.

His hands explore, taking stock of every millimeter of skin he can find. He wants to memorize every freckle, every bump, every scar and line. Your body is his paradise, and all he can think of is you, you, you.

One hand travels down your body as he moves his lips up your neck. It snakes down your stomach and deftly slides over your soaked core. You whine as you feel his fingers part your folds and dip into the wetness.

“So wet,” he says out loud, verbalizing every tantalizing detail of your body. “So perfect.”

His lips are finally at your own and you kiss him passionately, tongue swirling around his as he slides his two fingers past your clit and into your drenched hole. You gasp against his mouth, eyes widening as he slowly scissors his fingers into you and pumps slowly. It’s almost teasing, the way he fucks his fingers in you. Slow, firm movements with his powerful hands.

“Jungkook!” You gasp. He doesn’t reply, instead he bites at your lip and tugs, then trails his hot mouth back down to your nipples. He can’t get enough of your breasts and the slightly salty taste of him still lingering.

“You feel so good,” he says as he speeds his fingers up minutely. “So tight and wet for me.”

Your hips writhe in need. He’s giving you what you need, but not enough. You need more, more. You want to feel him, all of him, spearing you open.

“Please, Kook,” you groan. “I need you.”

He laughs softly against your nipple and sucks extra hard, letting it pop out of his mouth audibly.

“And I need you, my love.”

“Fuck me, please.” You’re desperate, thighs quaking from the slow teasing. “I want you to fuck me, Jungkook.”

Chills shudder down Jungkook’s spine and he’s powerless to say no, not when you demand it so well.

“With pleasure,” he agrees. He pulls his fingers from within you and copies your move, sliding them into his mouth to suck your essence off.

He’s never looked sexier. His eyes are dark chocolate pools of burning intensity, and you feel your breath become shaky as you watch him clean his fingers with precision.

After he’s deemed his fingers sufficiently clean, he settles himself between your legs. Easily, he lifts your hips and shoves a pillow underneath, elevating you to a more comfortable position. He grabs your legs and tosses each over his shoulders so they’re higher in the air.

“I’m going to fuck you so good, baby,” he promises as he rubs the tip of his cock on your soppy slit. “Condom?”

You shake your head, appreciative of his question but desperate to feel him completely.

“Birth control. Regularly tested. Haven’t had sex in a while,” you blurt out. “You good?”

He nods in agreement. “Same. Well, except the birth control. But, I’d take it if they made it for men.”

“Jungkook!” You whine. Your best friend is so easily sidetracked. “Please, can you fuck me?”

He grins. “Tsk, someone is impatient.”

A low moan is rumbling in your chest as he continues to rub his thick cock at your entrance.

“I swear to god, you’re the biggest tease.”

“Oh, I’m definitely the biggest.”

Before you can react, he’s pushing past your entrance and sliding deep in your walls. Your position makes his cock feel deep, and he bottoms out and stills there, eyes closed in bliss.

“Holy shit,” he gasps. “This is absolutely the best pussy I’ve ever felt.”

You wiggle your hips as you get used to the sensation of the delicious stretch.

“Please don’t tell me how many pussies you’ve felt when you’re balls deep inside of me.”

Jungkook turns his head and kisses at your legs resting on his shoulders, lavishing them with his praise once more as he keeps his cock buried inside your tight heat.

“Yours is the only one that matters. The only pussy I’ll ever be in for the rest of my life.”

“That’s a good answer,” you smile. “Now, fuck me, lover boy.”

Jungkook winks and grips your hips with his hands. He swiftly pulls out, enamored with the way his cock is already covered in your creamy essence, then eagerly pushes back in. He sets a pace and soon the sound of skin clapping on skin echoes around the room.

“Oh god!” You’re moaning loudly, unabashedly. You’re thankful that Jungkook’s old roommate, Yoongi, moved out to live with his boyfriend Hoseok months ago. He’d definitely complain about the noise for months. “Fuck, Jungkook, you feel so good.”

Jungkook fucks into you with ferocity, speed and power gradually rising as he feels his core tighten with the coming anticipation of release.

“Mmm, you look so fucking sexy like this,” he murmurs. “Getting fucked by your best friend’s fat cock.”

He moves a hand from your hip, trails it up your body to squeeze at your breast, before he’s cupping your face once again. His hips snap against yours and he loves the way your mouth utters little squeaks and gasps with each deep thrust into you.

“God, my beautiful girl,” he groans. “Can’t wait to cum in this pussy, shit, you got me so fucking close.”

You open your mouth desperately and Jungkook easily slips his thumb in. You latch on quickly and suck, tongue swirling around the tip like you’re sucking another cock. It nearly sends him over the edge and the speed of his hips matches his desperate need for more.

“Fucking hell,” he bites back. He can feel his belly tighten, driven further and further to the edge by the constricting wetness of your cunt.

He pulls his thumb out and moves it down to where his cock spears into you, allowing your spit to swirl with his thumb around your clit. Your core tightens around him at the added stimulation and your back arches up in ecstasy.

“I’m so c-close, Kook,” you plead, as if begging for mercy. “Please, I want to cum so bad.”

The speed of his thumb increases, and he watches as your face twists in pleasure and desperation.

“Cum on my cock, baby, let me see you fall apart. Show me what I’ve dreamt of for so long.”

A high and wanton cry ripples out of your body as he savagely increases his speed, both his cock and thumb working overtime to drive you towards your end. The butterflies that erupt in your lower stomach make your moans louder, higher. You’re so close, closer than ever. It’s building to an incredible crescendo.

He can tell you’re close—he sees it on your face as your back arches and your fists grip his sheets.

“You look like a fucking angel, baby,” he whines as he soaks in the vision of you writhing underneath him. “I bet you cum like an angel, too. Let me see it, let me see.”

With just a few more swirls of his thumb and his deep, hard strokes, you’re soaring over the edge into a pool of nothingness. Your cunt pulsates wildly around his length, milking and stroking it with your tight walls. You throw your head back, moaning out his name at the top of his lungs, letting his neighbors know just who fucks you so well.

“Holy shit,” he gasps, hips stuttering as he fucks into your juicy hole. “That was so fucking sexy.”

You grip his forearms, holding onto him tight and encourage him to go harder. “Cum inside me, Kookie, please. I’m all yours, make me yours.”

His heart feels like it might burst in his chest. He’s always wanted you to say it to him, to hand over your love to him like he does so easily to you. It’s all so much, so overwhelming, and the feeling of your hot cunt still fluttering around him sends him reeling into his own completion.

He spills into you, warm seed coating your walls and pooling inside your womb. He fucks himself through each throb of his cock until he’s sure he’s drained every ounce of himself into you.

Your legs slip off his shoulders easily, and he gently pulls himself out of you. He falls beside you, panting with exertion, and wraps an arm around you.

After a few silent moments of catching your breath, Jungkook pulls you in close to him until he can koala-cling to you, arms and legs both wrapped around your body.

“Mine,” he whispers as he kisses your head. “All mine.”

You return the favor, clinging to your best friend—boyfriend—like he’s your only lifeline.

“All yours.”

“So, you’re telling me, you got together because of Minecraft?” Jimin asks, pointing a fork in your direction. It’s been months now since your grand virtual declaration of love for Jungkook. Months of bliss and romance, laughter and companionship.

You were right all along. Jungkook is everything you’ve wanted in a man and more.

You’re sitting at your brother’s expensive dinner table, enjoying a meal with his family with your boyfriend at your side.

“Yeah, Jimin, I guess that’s what I’m saying,” you retort as you roll your eyes. “Minecraft and Tinder.”

Baby Jisoo is awake and in your brother’s arms, but she’s whining and wiggling to leave him.

“What’s wrong, Soo?” Namjoon asks with a pout on his lips. “Why don’t you want daddy anymore?”

Jimin snorts at his husband and you hold out your arms for your baby niece. “Come here, baby, I know you want auntie.”

Namjoon dutifully hands over his daughter, sulking that he’s been picked over for his sister.

You cradle the baby in your arms, expecting her to calm once she’s there, but she continues to fuss. She’s thrusting her arms out and nearly crying, reaching towards Jungkook who’s busy chowing down on Jimin’s homemade ramen.

“I think she wants you, Kook,” you murmur. He looks at you, then to the baby, then back to you, before he wipes his hands and face clean with a napkin.

“Oh, okay,” he whispers, slowly taking the baby from your arms with your help. “Hello, ma’am.”

Namjoon and Jimin laugh. “She’s a baby, Jungkook, not an elderly woman,” your brother teases.

Jungkook doesn’t listen. He’s too busy cooing at the baby in his arms and playing with her tiny hands. Namjoon turns his attention away and looks at you.

“Guess I won’t be the only provider of grandchildren for much longer.”

You playfully glare at him and turn away to watch your boyfriend. Watching Jungkook interact with your niece makes your heart swell, your soul sing. He’d be a perfect father.

“I swear, if he teaches her how to play Minecraft, he’s banned from the household,” Jimin grumbles. “This is a No-Nerd-Zone.”

Jungkook cradles the child and rocks back and forth, singing her a soft, made-up song, before he looks over at you.

“Hey, I want one of these,” he smiles. “Can we have one?”

You lay a hand on your stomach, a soft bump not quite visible yet. It’s only been one test, the lines faintly indicating ‘positive’ on the stick. You wanted to make sure, get confirmation before you spill the beans.

“Sure, Kookie.”

He grins and leans over to kiss you, before turning his attention back to the baby. “Okay, Jisoo, now let me tell you all about the Endermen.”

Jimin groans. “Oh my god, do not give Minecraft facts to my infant!”

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I wanna talk now about my husband Rindou. ❤️ he means the world to me and he makes my size kink go brrrrrrrrrr!!!!!!!!!

Tw: size kink, choking, lil angst just a sprinkle,dry humping,voice kink,smell kink?(a/n: would liking the way someone smells like perfume, cologne , etc. be considered a smell kink?) use of drugs, mentions of abuse and murder,attempted sexual assault, soft dom! Rindou, Sub! reader, oral, riding,mentions of suicide,hickeys, Rindou got a horse dick.

Here you were seated at the top of the Bonten quarters sitting on the ledge like you could fall over any minute. You watched the guys pull up in kokonois car and watched as Ran, KoKo, Sanzu and your fiancé got out.

You weren’t on this mission cause Mikey said no stating you’re still Injured from the one that was only days ago. And truth be told you were, there were bruises and cuts covering the span of your back one particularly deep and large one from getting tossed through a window and that was preventing you from even lying on your back at this moment. Rin massaged and treated your cuts himself and even made sure you didn’t break anything.

The local doctor gave you meds for the cracked ribs and any other pains you may have that also might interfere with your day to day life.

You notice your slipper fell off almost hitting ran.

“Sorry ran..” I yelled from up top causing them to be startled and ran smiled at me and Rindou just looked up with a questioning look.

“ you’re good doll, why’re you up there by yourself huh?” He said handing my Sandle to Rindou and they shared a look.

Rindou walked away and inside, making his way to the roof top area where his girl was.

“Just hanging out you know. Can’t do much the pain is stopping me from sleeping at This hour” I said and he smiled at me.

“You know,I have things to help put you to bed” sanzu said while walking inside making me roll my eyes at him.

“You’ll be back soon and we found those guys too so they’ll be hanging out for a while, if you catch my drift.” I nodded to him and he winked.

“That’s exciting.i can’t wait.” You turned at the sound of the door opening.

“What cha doing up here Princess, you know you’re not supposed to be walking around” Rindou said oberving your attire.

You had your entire mid section wrapped in bandages up to your Breast to where you saw just the top of The mounds Courtesy of him, a short sleeve button up that was open and remained open with the breeze, and a pair of his gray sweatpants that were way too big on you and they were quite loose and showed the waistband of his boxers that you wore too.

“Your dressin like me from the waist down I’d think you wanna be like me princess”

“Like you? Pfft, I could never be like you baby”

It actually made him Laugh to see how huge his pants were on you and at the same time the difference in your height and build ignited something feral in him.

He walked up to you and you tilted your head back to rest on his leg while looking up at him

Fuck, don’t look at me like that..

“What chu You doing love?“ he said looking at you for any signs of distress while rubbing his fingers along your jaw and neck.

“Just chillin baby boy. M’ gonna admit tho I might be a little high. I was having nightmares and didn’t go back to sleep.”

“Same thing as before?”

“Yup. I had these flashbacks that my father was beating my ass and it was him throwing me through that casino window.” I said and Rindou sat next to you on the ledge.

“Is that why you’re here?.” I nodded.

When you met Rindou and ran your father had beaten the shit out of you and threw you right down the steps to your house so you walked around Roppongi, looking for something to distract you from the pain mentally and physically. If you’re honest with yourself you were gonna kill your self. So, You found yourself at a local convenience store tryna get some pills but first clean up the blood coming out your head that dripped into your eye.

“Sorry ma’am, but, did someone do this to you? I hate to intrude but, these pills won’t fix a thing.” The nice lady asked from behind the counter.

“Huh? Um.. I-”

“Here, I have somewhere you can stay and I know who to call that can help you if you can’t help yourself. Is that okay?” She said and held out a key. I looked down with tears in my eyes.

“W-will they be able to protect me afterwards? like if…if Someone is after me..” I said and she urged the keys into my hand and locked the doors to the store.

She opened the back door and ushered me upstairs. An apartment, kinda spacious. It looked occupied but, I followed her instructions and she was on the phone with someone. “Don’t forget to tell your brother so he doesn’t scare her”

Brother?

“Cmon dear, I’ll get you cleaned up and showered they’ll be here shortly”

She dragged me to a bathroom and ran the water while rummaging under the sink for some items

“You’ll be better, no worries”

I stripped and got into the rose scented bath and she began rinsing my hair and body and examining the bruises and treating my cuts.

“You’re gonna need stitches on your head but let me grab you some clean clothes.”

She grabbed me a long sleeve black shirt with a pair of large gray sweats.

They smelled so good even though you weren’t sure who they belonged to.

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“Grams we’re home” a voice filled with bass rang in the apartment.

She had you laying on a bed with your head at the end of the bed and two sets of boots walk in and faces that were all over the media, but your gaze stopped on the younger brother.

“Well, Don’t be rude introduce yourselves”

“I’m ran and this is my brother Rindou. We are the H-”

“Haitani, I know.. T-thanks”

“Ah perfect, she knows us already” ran said with a smile.

She finished with your stitches quicker than you thought they’d take and you sat up in the bed and looked at the men standing infront of you.

You were kinda frozen, shock of what happen still settling in causing you to zone out and stare at The ground infront of their feet.

The older brother Ran got down one knee and kneeled infront of you with his elbow resting on his knee.

His head fell into his palm.

“Listen, we won’t hurt you. We just wanna know who put their hands on you and whome we are protecting you from doll” I nodded

“Okay.. yeah.”

You told them everything and answered their questions. You explained that your father tried to sell your virginity since you were 16 and you beat the men within an inch of their lives so, they now wanted you or your father to pay them back. he refused and those issues were current but, he returned the favor and did the same to you as you did those men.

Eventually he just gave up on that and beat you while you tried to stay away from those men. But, ran and Rindou would protect you from here on and get rid of those men too.

“You can stay in my bed.. you need to stay comfortable and you’ve got my clothes on too. Which should help” Rindou said while getting ready to shower.

“Oh! I-I couldn’t do that Rindou. And m’ sorry my clothes are in the w-” he cupped your jaw softly and chuckled

“Stop apologizing. You’re cute in my clothes princess. If you want we will share the bed.”

“ oh okay, it’s a deal.”

You laid in his bed and while he showered. You looked around his room not leaving the bed once because of how nervous you were. His room was basic, a closet, a small desk with papers,books and scattered pens. His full size bed with several pillows and a nice black bed set on it. Everything for the most part was organized, he stepped out the bathroom and you locked eyes with him and his naked torso and his hips held a dangerously loose towel.

“You just gonna stare?” He said teasing and a blush burned across my face “..sorry I didn’t mean to. Nice tattoos.”

“Thanks. You have any?”

“Um, a couple. one on my sternum, down my spine,kinda scattered on my arms and a thigh piece.”I said and he nodded before walking back in the bathroom..

God, he’s fucking hot and I can’t stop embarrassing myself or blushing.

He came out in gray sweatpants and rolled into bed next to me. He pulled me back with an arm around my waist carefully so he wouldn’t hurt me.

He laid me at his side and laid on his back with an arm secured around my body and held me close and tight.

I laid my head on his chest and my arms around his stomach. I listened to his heart beat and his chest was rising and falling slowly.

“Rin?”

“Hmm?”

“What if they get me? What will I do then?”

“They won’t. If they know who we are they won’t touch what’s ours. As for your old man, he’ll never bother you again.”

“M’kay I trust you.” That sentence alone made him wonder a million things about you and the ones who caused you trauma.

You tried to stay awake so you wouldn’t have to have those dreams but eventually Rindou felt your head fall on his chest and you unconsciously held him tighter as if he’d disappear and that made his heart beat out his chest and moved a hand to your hair and stroked your head slowly and about 30 minutes later he relaxed and his eyes finally shut.

Days later he was slowly falling in love with you. A girl he didn’t know too much about but had a hard life and was now seeking comfort in him and his very small family.

You wore his clothes occasionally even though you had your own but, his brother told him it could just be a coping thing plus, his clothes would fit you better than the older Haitani.

One night in particular, him and ran were out especially late and they arrived back home early in the morning around 6am and both of them had clearly been in a fight and this was his loss with that blue haired twin from Toman.

They were embarrassed and it was upsetting but they accepted that like men. But? You had thought something happened and panic settled in your chest and your mind raced with every thought possible so to forget about this you’d taken some pills.

Rindou found you on the bathroom floor only seconds after you passed out and immediately shoved his fingers down your throat making everything come back out.

He didn’t even strip himself fully of his uniform or strip you only throwing his phone on the floor before carrying your body and himself into the tub and turning the water on cold. You woke up immediately and rin was holding you in between his legs with his middle finger and ring finger down your throat still.

When he heard your gasp he could breathe again. You just cried and sobbed loudly and thrashed in his hold till you just cried it all out. Rindou stripped you out the cold wet clothes and himself and just bathed with you and washed your hair and dressed you warmly in his clothes the way you liked.

Ran had seen and heard the commotion only leaving so you could shower but, the thought of almost losing you made him sick and that night both brothers comforted you. And at that point you knew with them, you were always gonna be safe and they’re never gonna leave you.

From that point forward you really never fell asleep till they were home, Rindou kept track of your pills and medications. Ran was himself but always had his eye on you when his brother didn’t which was rare.

He promised his brother that if he ever hurt you then he’d have to take you for himself but, Rindou made it clear you’re special and have been since he met you.

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You blinked and just looked at him “I just needed air babe, I been locked in our room for what feels like months”

“It’s been 2 days and you slept most of the time.. But, I’ll get Rid of your pain and give you a massage” he started to kiss your face. “We can take some pills together” he started to suck and bite on your neck and your hand landed on his upper thigh. “And I’ll fuck you real nice and put you back to sleep” and he smirked into my neck.

“Alright you managed to convince me. Only cause you said massage”

“ sure it wasn’t cause I said I’d fuck you nice? Well shit, maybe I should be mean then?” He said getting close together you and crowding your space.

God, you hated and loved when he did that all at once. He knew he was big and could just crowd you or make you feel small and manhandled you easily. And when you would catch a whiff of his expensive cologne it always made you want him 1000 times more. He’d use it to his advantage too, and yeah he knew. He would spray it around you all The time especially when you guys had first met he noticed you would fall asleep in his chest and wake up with your face and lips pressed against his neck But, he never had the heart to move you and took it to be a coping mechanism and not some fetish you had.

I turned and faced him tilting my head upwards to meet his eyes and unconsciously squeezed my thighs together. My hand still rested on his upper thigh and I stroked it and looked him in the eyes.

“No but, that’s not a bad idea either”

“Cmon then, let’s get you in bed then and I’ll give you exactly what I promised.” And he slipped your fallen sandals on your small feet and picked you up placing you on your feet. (a/n personally I am only 4’11 and I got wear a size 4.5/5)

His arm wrapped around your shoulder carefully and He looked back for a second not wanting to think about what would’ve happen if he arrived just hours later as originally planned.

“Go on pretty girl let me talk to sanzu” he said and his hand slid down your arm pulling your hand and ringed fingers up to kiss your knuckles.

He turned away from you to see ran and sanzu choking themselves after seeing him act like a simp.

“You morons have no love life and no bitches.” He said rolling his eyes.

“And? Who needs bitches when you have money and drugs.”

“Me, I do” ran added in And sanzu rolled his eyes.

“I still fuck so fuck you both” sanzu said and Rindou laughed

“So because you’re you know a junkie, I need some things.”

“Wanna be more specific.”

“ I come to You for the same shit every time.”

“Yeah yeah, just thought you would change it up maybe something stronger?”

“I’m listening”

“Take half of the blue, she takes half the pink, and have fun fucking like rabbits. Just don’t get her pregnant unless you want that or blame me for said potential pregnancy” Rin looks at him with squinted eyes and shrugged “okay”

Sanzu tossed a baggy in his direction and winked.

“you’re welcome Rin! Congratulations on becoming daddy!” Sanzu yelled and Rin smirked

“Someone already calls me that!”

Ran laughed so hard his whiskey he sipped on went down the wrong pipe.

“Mother fucker! I’m not ready to be an uncle! Do not get her pregnant!” ran scolded his younger brother who was disappearing upstairs.

“She won’t get pregnant, she can’t Mikey had her on pills. You think he wants children running around here?” Sanzu said and ran shrugged.

“But, they’ll be fucking for a minute, I’m gonna go get fucking high.” Sanzu said and threw himself over the front of the couch to land on the cushions.

Ran just sighed. “ might as well join you”

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You laid on your stomach in the bed and chilled out you could hear their laughter downstairs and Rans voice yelling something about being an uncle but you really couldn’t focus from the weed you smoked.

The door opened and Rin came in with a little baggie in between his lips. “What cha lookin at pretty?”

“You obviously”

“Oh? Feisty. I likey”

I smiled as he undressed himself removing his suit and shirt and leaving just his black breifs on and showing the somewhat evident semi hard on in his pants.

You turned on your back and the sweats you wore hung lower than before and he pushed your legs together and stood with his legs on either side and placed his knees on either side of the bed and straddled you. “Open” he commanded and pushed on my bottom lip with his thumb.

I opened my mouth and he placed 2 pills on his tongue then on my tongue a pink half and the meds from the doctor.

“Don’t like those meds Rin, they taste weird”

“Want me to make it better” he said and smiled down at me but a very evil kinda smile.

“Mhmm”

He’s sick. Sick in the fuckin head. Cause by help he meant humiliate you, make you cry and beg. He was feeling that pill sanzu gave him and he just wanted you.

So that’s how you ended up with him straddling your chest now and jerking his dick off in your open mouth ONLY after you swallowed the pills.

His hand was tight around your throat as you moaned every time tightened his grip.

Your hands planted firmly on his thighs and you occasionally dug your nails into his thighs. His tip rested on your tongue, as you occasionally licked the pre coming out his tip and that would make his finger tips dig into your throat.

“You’re gonna swallow for me babe” he said and shot his hot load in your mouth and pressed his palm down to feel you swallowing.

Some of it dribbled off your lip and he bent down and licked it off before sticking his tongue in your mouth. You just moaned the whole time he explored your mouth. You gasped and just moaned when he tightened his grip again.

You could feel the wetness in your underwear that were technically his and he caught your bottom lip and bit down enough to pull it back and hear you moan.

He laughed at your swollen lips and the dark mark already forming after he bit down in it. “So cute” he mumbled.

He released your throat so you could breath properly now and grabbed the scissors and started to cut open the bandages.

“Rin-” he didn’t even spare you a glance

“You know better than to bother me while I’m doin this”

“But I wan’ you”

“You can wait, or I’ll just tie you up all pretty and fuck my fist all over your pretty face” and I pouted

You sat there and let him twist your body around and he sat on your thighs while cleaning the cuts all over and checking out the large one as well. He cleaned your back nicely and gently. He applied some lotion to his hands and allowed it to warm up before starting at your shoulders and it was still kinda cold causing you to flinch but relax as he continued his actions.

His finger tips brushed your side boob as his hands moved down your sides and you had to bite back little whines and moans when he pressed into certain areas.

It hurt but it felt good, so good.

“So good. Such a good little girl” he emphasized the word little and with it he slid his hands up my shoulder and his fingernails dug into my collarbones.

I let a whine slip that also sounded like a moan and he added more lotion and moved to my lower back. “You’re so tense” he said in my ear in a deep tone while pressing down on the dimples on my lower back and I clutched the sheets briefly making my knuckles white.

“Ngh- fuck Rin” I said and my hips pushed back on his feeling his prominent erection.

“Mmh my baby is so needy huh? All worked up over a massage”

He continued to massage your back and he’d press his fingers deeper in some spots making your back arch and his rotate back on his crotch.

He stopped his massage and grabbed your hips pulling them back to control your movements and you just took it.

He ground your hips back and thrusted forward making you gasp and he smirked. His bulge was thrusting right into your clothed cunt and he wasn’t nice either.

He picked up the pace grinding harder and thrusting harder making you moan with each thrust with a big smirk on his face. “Don’t wanna cum like this rin” you moaned and he smirked at you from behind and dropped your hips.

“Gonna cum from this? I wanna see you fucking try to cum without my say so.” He pulled his hand back spanked your ass hard.

“M sorry rin!” You moaned out.

He grabbed the sweats on both sides and ripped them off your body and tossed em somewhere to the side.

“That’s not my name babe” he said as his hand came down again on the same side making you moan loudly.

“Bab-”. You immediately were cut off by his hand around your mouth pulling your head up and back to look at him making me push my body up on my elbows so it would strain my neck.

“Say my name correctly or I’ll make sure you don’t sit tomorrow or walk”

I nodded as best I could and his hand moved from my mouth to my neck and his grip was firm.

“What’s my fucking name princess?” He said leaning over me with one hand next to my head so we were face to face.

“Daddy” I said softly and he smirked

“Now open your mouth, let daddy see your tongue.”

You did as asked and let your tongue roll out and he let his spit fall on your tongue and just looked at you cause you knew what to do.

He dropped your neck and he was just aching to fuck you already and have you screaming his name till you have no voice. He wanted to get you pregnant at this point but that means he couldn’t fuck you for 9 months and more but, you were on the pill cause Mikey said so.

“You’re soaking through my underwear baby, all turned on from what? Some spanking and choking? Or was it the spit?”

“E-Everything, need you to touch me”

“Well that’s not how you ask princess. Do it properly and I might just”

God, it was aching in your tummy. You just needed him to fill you up and use you.

“Daddy, please! Please, need you so bad. Please touch me”

“Good girl!” He put more emphasis on girl and smacked my ass hard making me yelp and my body jolt from the force.

Rin wasted no time to remove your bottoms and fully remove his. Your arousal had really soaked the underwear and even left your thighs and cunt glistening. He turned your body over so he could see your face finally and it never failed to make his heart jump.

“God you’re fucking soaked baby.” His middle finger and ring finger slipped in so easily he knew he’d have no issue when he slid inside you. He always had to prep you cause the girth on him was unbearable and no matter how many times he fucked you it was never easy to just take. Like this man’s dick slaps his thighs when he goes commando or when he’s out the shower I just know it.

The ring in his ring finger was cool against your folds and the feeling made you moan loudly.

“Take another one princess” he demanded and slid his index finger in to follow pumping them deep and your body couldn’t stop itself and you couldn’t stop It either. You gasped loudly and instead of cumming you squirt all over his hand and fingers and he just continued to pump them in and out while you squirmed under him.

He slipping his fingers out and stuffed them In your mouth instead muffling your cries and moans. “Shut up” Was all he said and you did just that.

You sucked his fingers off and he growled while watching you swirl your tongue around his ring finger. “So vulgar” he mumbled and lined himself up with your dripping sex.

“You bite me and I’m spanking you with a belt and cuffing you to the bed frame.” He growled in a huskier voice before pushing himself into your sex.

“MMMH!” You moaned around his fingers making him shove them down your throat further.

“Still so fucking tight, creaming around my dick already” he bent down and took a nipple in your mouth and sucked and but down it making you clench around his dick.

Once he bottomed out all 8.5 inches, He pulled his fingers out your mouth and sucked them himself briefly before wrapping that hand firmly around your mouth and his free one was around your throat and he pulled out and slammed back in causing you to bite his palm and scream.

He bit his bottom lip when you bit down on his palm knowing it would leave cute little imprints of your teeth.

“Such a good girl taking daddy’s cock so well. Look how you’re creaming on me already darling”

He used your throat to show you the white at the base of his cock and how well He stretched you out already. “Gets those legs up on my shoulders” you did as told and the angle was unbelievably good.

He pounded into you harder and faster and the sound of wet skin and wet skin was echoing in the room. Your moans and yelps were muffled by his hand and silenced even more by the hand around your throat.

Your eyes rolled back and you clenched around his cock causing his hips to stutter.

“Cum for me and I’ll fill ya up nice”

You nodded and his hips slammed into yours till your legs started to shake and you came around his cock hard and he groaned so sexy in your ear.and you could feel him bottom out and shoot his load into you.

He removed his hands and placed them on your thighs and left a shit ton of hickeys while you came down from your high.

He smirked and bit down right on your bonten tattoo that was in between your breast. “I’m not done with you”

“I’d hope not”

He handled you so you were seated in his lap all the way down and your chest was against his. “Now ride” he placed his hands on your hips and fingertips dug in your ass as you lifted your hips and you dropped them. You continued that pattern and he groaned throwing his head back so, you took the opportunity to suck on his neck especially where it’s not easy to cover. You repeated the same bit he pulled and bit down on the tattoo on his neck.

His hips thrusted up into you harshly and you just moaned louder. “S-so big, so deep” you mumbled stroking his ego.

“Yeah? You like taking this big fat cock huh? Feeling it deep in my pussy.” He growled into my neck and I just nodded. “All yours rin” you moaned into his ear.

Suddenly your phone was ringing and rin chuckled.

“Answer it babe, it’s your sister”

“No, I’m not playing this game with you again.” You said pouting..

“Fine, I’ll just make you.” And with that he grabbed your phone and thrusted up harshly right before he answered “ello?”

“Your sister? Yeah she’s right here she was busy said something about riding my bike” he smirked and kept thrusting into you

“Yeah, no problem, here she is”

He muted the call and smirked at me “you fuck up and make any sort of noise and I won’t fuck you till we’re married”

“ you are the most slimy bast-” he thrusted and unmuted them call handing it to me.

“Heyy” I said trying not to sound shaky on the phone.

“ uh, no. I have none of that figured out I had an incident at work so I’m trying to chill out ”

“ relax my ass, not with this idiot”

He raised his eyebrow at me and continued to thrust up into me.

“Fuck- huh? Yeah I’m fine you know back aches.”

I could feel rin thrust harder while my sister spoke with me, holding my hips so I couldn’t move.

“Yeah, call me back tomorrow. We will go dress shopping soon I promise. Okay! Gross, but I’ll let him know. Bye”

“Such a good girl baby I’ll reward ya”

“F-fuck you” I mumbled with my hands on his shoulders. “You are baby. Well I’m fucking you..if you wanna get technical”

“Respectfully rin, shut the fuck up” i said while he was sitting up and leaving his back against the headboard.

He slammed my hips down harshly and caressed my face and held my jaw tightly. “Say it again, why don’t you make me brat”

“S-shut the f-” he slapped you across the face causing you to clench around his girth and lean into his touch.

So.

You did it right back. Your hand met his face seconds after his met yours. “Fuck baby you gonna make me cum in you.”

He continued to slam your hips down with a killer grip on your ass bruising most likely.

He spanked your ass several times as punishment for smacking him in the face and being a brat.

“G-gonna cum rin” I moaned out and he groaned.

“Yeah? God. I’ll Fucking cum deep inside you”

He continuously slammed your hips down and you clenched around him and I moaned his name and cried out as I came around him only biting down harshly into his neck to silence my cries and he shot his seed deep inside me groaning and growling deeply.

“Fuck, tight fucking cunt” he moaned in my ear and hissed into my neck.

his hands held my sore thighs and rubbed them to soothe the pain as I kept my teeth baring into his neck.

“Baby I need you to stop biting me” he was trying so hard not to laugh.

I released the skin of his neck and sucked on it to soothe the pain and gave it a lick.

“As much as I love you, I’m gonna Fucking kill you for this one.” He rubbed his neck and hissed in pain.

You looked up at him and put a fake pout on your face. “Sorry baby I’ll make it up To you”

“Really? How will you do that?”

“I didn’t think that far. I’ll suprise you though so, don’t worry your head about that” I said pushing his hair away from his slick forehead.

“Hmm. How bout you wake me up with head and I’ll consider not kicking your ass for it”

“Breakfast and head for a week take it or leave it”

“No walking or sitting for a week and breakfast and head. Take it or leave it”

“You’re terrible”

“You love me”

“ yes, I love you a lot. Now please, get your dick out of me and get me into the shower.”

“Anything for you bebe! ” He slid out of me and placed me gently on the bed.

——————-aftercare shit————————

(Rin has amazing aftercare)

You laid on his chest and ran his hand up and down his abs feeling them tense up occasionally.

His hand was attached to the back of your head trailing down the back of your neck where the tattoo with his first and last name resided.

You had a plethora of tattoos he liked and one of them was obviously his name, but on your fingers you had a few tattoos with little to no significance only memories from your younger days. But, you did get the entirety of both tattoos ran and Rindou share on your thighs.

“Baby?”

“Hmm?” You responded looking up at him.

“I love you. I can’t wait till we get married”

I smiled.” I can’t wait either. Soon enough though soon enough.”

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Some months later……

My sister and a few of the brides maids were in the room and I was in my dress. It was white with the right amount of diamonds, tight fitting in the right spots and a slit up my thigh to the diamond garter.

“You doin okay?” My sister asked and I nodded looking out the window to see all the guest.

“Knock knock best man here, I’m here to walk our beautiful bride down the isle..” ran knocked and I turned to him and he excused all the ladies to the men who were walking them down the isle.

“Aw, you don’t have to ran”

“Well, I wanted to because you mean the world to my brother and our father isn’t exactly here to do that for you either.”

“Don’t get all soft on me now, I appreciate you more than anything”

“Plus, it’s better me than sanzu. Also cause that’s my brother” he laughed at me

“Mochi is pretty old..”

“ALRIGHT! Please don’t make me think about mochi being your dad”

Ran linked our arms and my heart was beating out of my chest. “Breathe doll. I’m with you all the way. I’m sorry things couldn’t be different but, we are your new family.”

“Ran, don’t make me cry save it for later” I giggled and he gave a signature lazy smile.

Ran walked me down the isle, and i was met with Rindou and behind him was ran, sanzu, Koko, kakucho, and behind me was my sister and some girls that were apart of bonten as well.

The ceremony went on and we shared a kiss and went on to the venue. Mikey met us at the table and sat with us. He handed me a gift box and hugged me telling me congratulations and handed rin a similar box.

They were bracelets. They matched and were black and white but, the colors on yours were opposite of his like a yin and Yang situation.

“Look at that, he’s a little bit of a softy”

“Don’t push your luck Mr Haitani”

“Can I push it a tad more, Mrs. Haitani”

I raised my eyebrow and sanzu took the mic and announced the garter toss and the bouquet toss

“Oh I see, you wanted an excuse to go under my dress now. Well you’re not tossing this one” I pointed to the diamond one “ you can do this one though” and pointed to the Lacey frilly one right under it.

“I can’t wait to be under it later though”

I blushed and let him lead me to the center of the room. Sanzu grabbed a chair and placed it there and allowed me to sit.

“The guys know the bet for whoever wins this” rin said loud enough before dropping to his knees.

He took off my heel ran his hands up my thighs and I could feel him nip my thigh and then latch onto the garter and drag it down with his teeth. His eye contact never broke and I swallowed and rolled my eyes with a smile on my face.

He turned around and shot it into the group of guys and Rans lanky fingers caught it and he smirked at the other guys and shrugged his shoulders. “Better luck next time boys”

Rin slipped my shoe back on and handed me my bouquet.

“I’ll promise to take your panties off like that later” he said and walked away to speak with his brother leaving me a blushing mess.

“Alright now, whichever one of these lovely ladies catches this next gets to dance with our lovely best man”

I turned around and tossed it back and looked to see my sister easily caught it and she had a mean blush on her face.

I laughed and rin walked up next to me. “I’m gonna go and assume your sister might like my brother.”

“She did say she would fuck him so, better make sure that happens”.

“Now, a special dance for our bride.”

I looked around confused and Ran walked up asking for my hand.

“Cmon, you told me to make her happy and you WOULDNT take her from me” rin joked and looked at his brother.

“Ha ha, very funny but, you married her so I wouldn’t dare” ran said pulling me to the dance floor.

Some slow dance came on and ran danced with me. “What’s this for?” I said and he smiled at me.

“You don’t get a normal wedding like normal girls you get a Haitani style one. Fatherless kids dance with their brother in laws.” I laughed at his stupid remark.

And we continued to dance till everyone made some speeches.

Rin handed me the mic and I cleared my throat.

“Well, thank you for starters.. everyone who showed up today. I know some of us will be going home drunk but, I want everyone to remember that you’ve played a huge roll in my life. Rindou found me at my lowest and bought me back up to be someone I never even imagined being. And his brother and grandmother ended up being more family than I needed obviously besides my sister whose my twin flame and everything you need in a sister. But, Rin thank you for being in my life I look forward to completing it with you and starting a new life journey with you.” I winked at his teary eyes and ran gave me a thumbs up along with the rest of the guys.

“Well, I don’t know how to follow up on that baby. But thank you everyone for your support and thank you for being family. Y/n has been one of the most valued and important people in my life for a long time and if I never found you I think I’d be miserable right now. I love you”

We toasted and shared a kiss.

Sanzu walked over afterwards and wrapped his arms around us both. “ you guys are so cute it’s disgusting but, I love you guys so much…I got you guys a gift.” Sanzu said and turned around his long ponytail almost swinging on us both.

He placed a ring on my middle finger and one on rins.

“Y’all got each others name, and your wedding date is on em”

“Sanzu you’re getting soft on me?” I said curling my arm around his waist and he scoffed before laughing.

“ don’t push your luck sweets, I’ll be back tomorrow”

“Speaking of I believe my wife still owes me a dance.”

“ my husband definitely deserves one”

“ I’m gonna see if Koko will dance with me you two are so cute it’s making me sick.”

We laughed and Rin lead me to the dance floor holding me close. “Can we leave? I can’t wait to get this dress off of you”

“ Hmm? No, the guys spent a lot of money and time on this but, right after I’ll let you do whatever your heart desires” I said looking into his eyes.

“ I love you. And I can’t wait till you can be the mother of my kids.”

“ soon enough baby.. soon enough ♡”

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Spring Will Come Again

Pairing— Jeon Jungkook x reader

Genre— Photographer!Jungkook x Baker!reader, SMUT +18, fluff, angst, Virgin!Jungkook, Sub!Jungkook, Switch!Jungkook

Warnings— Finger sucking, unprotected sex, multiple orgasms, squirting (?), slight choking, there are a lot of emotions, Jungkook is literally so sweet gosh I just wanna hold him tight, this fic is kind of a rollercoaster of emotions bc I myself do b going thru it

Word Count— ~10.9k

Summary— Springtime generally brings new beginnings, but being stuck in a small town all your life means nothing ever changes. Finally, something, or rather, someone, stumbles into your life. Can this shy boy manage to change your life forever?

A/N— This beautiful banner was made by @dee-ehn! Please let me know what you think of this fic! Hope you guys enjoy~

It all started on a beautiful spring day. Something had convinced you to go on an unprecedented early morning walk for some reason.

The morning air was cold but crisp. You were bundled up in your favorite sweater, and the scarf that your grandmother knitted for you was wrapped snugly around your neck. Normally you would be immersed in your headphones, but since today was already unusual you decided to forgo the music.

You walked along the banks of the stream that flowed next to your neighborhood. This particular stream held nothing but fond memories. You grew up here with all the other kids. During the summer breaks, you’d play out here from morning to nightfall. This was the place where you saw your first fireflies, and where you won your first fist fight.

You stopped to sit on the grassy hill that ran alongside the banks, relishing in nostalgia as you took in a breath of fresh air. Everything is so different now. Everyone moved away to pursue their careers or to go to a big university. You were the only one left. Your parents urged you to go to college, but you refused. Who else would help run the bakery?

As much as you hated to see it, your parents were growing old. Managing the family bakery was getting harder on them. You were such a huge help to them since you basically managed all of the front-of-house work. They worked diligently in the kitchen every day to create the best baked goods in town.

You had always dreamt of leaving this small town. You’ve fantasized about attending a big university in the middle of a bustling city since you were a little kid. Unfortunately, that can’t happen now. You can’t leave your parents or the bakery behind. You held no resentment though, you loved it. Being an only child was a bit lonely at times, but your parents made you feel loved no matter what.

You laid on the grassy hill, watching the clouds roll by. Maybe life was better this way. It was simple, and you always knew what to expect. Day in and day out, the routine was always the same.

Everything changed on that day. That was the fateful day that you ran into him. Or rather, he ran into you.

“Good morning, ____! Where were you this morning? Why weren’t you answering your phone?” your concerned mother asked when you returned home.

“Morning mom. I went on a walk and forgot my phone I guess. Sorry about that. I ended up laying on the hill by the stream,” you replied as you sat at the breakfast table.

Living with bakers was probably one of the biggest blessings in your life. Every meal smelled delectable and you had access to all the fresh goodies you could desire.

“Wow, you were awake before we were? What a surprise. Here, tell me what you think of this loaf,” your dad set it in front of you.

You tossed a piece of bread into your mouth. The taste was savory to say the least. It was your father’s signature banana bread loaf, only this time with a small twist.

“Why’d you take out the walnuts? It’s still delicious though,” you said, devouring another piece.

“Well so many customers complain about having nut allergies now. I thought we could sell more if we take them out! You think we can sell this?” he asked eagerly.

“I think this will be our newest best seller!” you happily replied, “I’m gonna go open up the shop. See you guys soon,” you kissed them each on the cheek before taking your leave.

The bakery was down the street from your house, so the commute was only about 5 minutes even if you walked slowly. You brought your phone with you this time, so you were jamming out to your music, oblivious to the outside world. You were so out of it, that you didn’t have time to react to the person quickly rounding the corner.

One moment you were walking to work, the next you were knocked onto the cold hard ground. Your assailant fell on top of you, and you soon locked eyes with him. It was as if time stood still for a moment. He was the most beautiful boy you’ve ever seen. His eyes were wide with concern, and for a moment, you swore you saw stars twinkling within them.

It took a second to register that this stranger was on top of you, in a compromising position no less. You’ve never been this close to a boy since...well it has been a while. Your legs were intertwined and his nose was only inches from yours.

“Oh my god, I’m so sorry! I didn’t see you until the last second,” the boy apologized as he scrambled to get off of you.

As he helped you up, you reassured him that you were fine. You laughed off the incident and took the boy by surprise. You had the most angelic laugh he’d ever heard. He stood awkwardly gazing at you, before you asked him if he was okay.

“I-I’m fine! I’m glad you’re okay. I apologize again for being so careless,” he bowed.

“I’m also at fault! I wasn’t paying attention either. So shame on both of us,” you smiled to show him you were joking, “Enjoy the rest of your day, don’t run into anyone else!”

And with that, you parted ways. You forgot about the stranger as the morning rush piled into the bakery.

Despite being located in a small town, your parent’s were nationally renowned bakers. The bakery was always busy. That was part of why you loved it so much, you were never bored. The regular customers were your favorite. Most of the townsfolk had been coming to the bakery since you were little.

“Is this banana bread new?” Mrs. Park, the local florist, asked.

“Technically, yes. It’s the exact same recipe but without the walnuts,” you replied.

“Perfect! I’m not too fond of walnuts but I adore your parents’ banana bread,” Mrs. Park beamed, handing you a loaf along with other goods she picked up.

“How’s Jimin?” you asked as you rang her up.

“Oh he’s doing well! He loves it out there in the big city. At first, I was terrified of letting him go. He’s just always been so passionate about dancing, I finally had to cave in. He recently auditioned to be part of some fancy dance crew, and he got in! Can you believe it?” Mrs. Park began to dote on her son.

“That’s amazing! I’m happy for him,” you smiled.

“You know, ____, Jimin is still single. You two would be perfect together--”

“Long distance relationships are hard, Mrs. Park,” your mother interrupted her, swooping in to save the day. Thank god. You wouldn’t have known how to react.

“She could always move out to the city to be with him!” Mrs. Park retorted, not picking up on the awkward situation she created.

“I could never leave the bakery,” you responded quickly.

“Ah, yes that’s right. You have such a good daughter, Mrs. _____. Jimin never took any interest in taking over the family business. I’m jealous of you!” Mrs. Park said to your mom.

After what seemed like an eternity, Mrs. Park finally left. You were fond of her, but she never knew when to stop talking. Jimin was a good friend of yours growing up. You never wanted to admit that you had a huge crush on him. You figured it wouldn’t have mattered anyway, since he was so fixated on moving out.

The morning rush had died down. You took this opportunity to restock and tidy things up before the afternoon rush. The store bell rang, indicating the arrival of another customer.

“Welcome in! I’ll be with you shortly,” you called out from behind the counter.

“No worries, thanks!” the customer yelled back.

Once finished, you popped up with a bright smile on your face. Your parents taught you to always greet the customers with a smile as soon as they walk in.

However, the customer wasn’t facing your direction. He was looking at the baked goods that aligned the opposite wall. You patiently waited for him to make his selection. He kept walking back and forth, eyeing all of the baked items. You left your station behind the counter and approached him.

“Can I help you with anything, sir?” you piped up behind him.

The man jumped back, startled.

“I’m sorry! I didn’t mean to scare you,” you apologized.

“It’s okay! I didn’t hear you at all. You must be some sort of ninja-- Oh it’s you!” the boy turned around to face you.

It was the gorgeous boy who ran into you earlier.

“Hello again! I guess it was my turn to frighten you,” you joked.

“That’s fair,” he nodded, “What’s the best thing here?”

“Mmm that’s hard for me to say, considering that I love them all. What kind of tastes and textures do you like?” your customer service persona kicked in.

“I like sweet things I guess? I like bananas too…” he trailed off.

“We don’t have any bananas in fruit form, but we do have killer banana bread,” you beamed.

“That sounds good, but I don’t really like nuts so--”

“There are no nuts in our new recipe! You must be lucky, this is the first day that we’ve started selling them. Want me to ring you up a loaf?” you interrupted him.

“Oh no nuts? Okay, I’ll try it,” he agreed quietly.

“Would you still like to get something sweet as well?”

“Yeah, if that’s okay,” he nodded timidly.

“Of course it’s okay! My personal favorite is our milk pudding bun. The pudding in the middle is pretty creamy plus the bread is unbelievably soft! If that’s not for you, then we have a classic chocolate bun filled with, surprise surprise, chocolate. We also have…” you led the boy around the entire bakery.

You were too focused on recommending various breads to notice him stealing glances at you that lingered longer than normal. He patiently let you talk his ear off about the goodies.

“I’ll go with the milk pudding bun,” he smiled shyly.

“That was the first one! You should’ve stopped me from rambling,” you huffed.

“I wanted to know my options. Plus you seemed pretty happy,” he added softly.

“Alright, let’s go check you out then,” you headed to the counter, “I haven’t seen you before. What brings you to our little town?” you attempted to make conversation.

“Mmm, to get away, I guess,” the boy said after a pause.

“Are you in some sort of trouble?” you leaned over the counter to whisper.

“Kind of,” he whispered back.

“Stay right here, I can call the police,” you frantically murmured as you whipped out your phone.

“No no! Not like that,” he couldn’t contain his laughter, “I’m a fine arts student. My main focus is photography, but lately I haven’t been able to capture anything worth printing,” he explained.

“Ohhh,” you said, feeling dumb, “Then why come to a town in the middle of nowhere? You won’t find much here.”

“To an untrained eye, maybe so. But to a professional, beauty can be found anywhere,” he said proudly.

“Then why can’t you find anything back home? And aren’t you still a student?” you questioned.

“You know, I was really hoping that you’d let me have that,” the boy deflated.

“Aw, I’m sorry! If you ever want to take photos of the beauty that is bread, you’re always welcome here,” you smiled.

“I might take you up on that offer,” he said as he grabbed the purchased goods, “What’s your name by the way?”

“____. Yours?”

“Jeon Jungkook.”

“I’ll see you around, Mr. Jeon Jungkook. Oh! And if you’d like a tour of the town, I’d be more than happy to show you around,” you suggested.

“That would be nice,” Jungkook pondered, “Where can I find you?”

“I’m here every day. I get off at 3pm,” you answered.

“Cool. I’ll drop by tomorrow, if that’s okay?”

“Sure! See you then!” you waved goodbye.

“Who was that?” your mother asked when the boy left.

“Some photography student that said he wanted to get away for some inspiration. I offered to give him a tour tomorrow after work,” you explained.

“Do you want me to come with you?” your dad offered.

“I’ll be fine on my own, thanks,” you quickly turned him down.

You spent the next morning frantically flip flopping between outfits. Should you go with a pretty top paired with a skirt? Or perhaps keep it casual with a t-shirt and jeans? Or should you go with a simple dress? You know you’re supposed to be a tour guide, but you still wanted to look somewhat presentable. You settled for the dress. It gave off a “cute but not trying too hard” type of vibe.

Time seemed to slowly drag on as you waited for Jungkook to return. You had already mapped out your route, making sure it was efficient (not like there’s much to see anyway). You wanted to surprise him with a picnic at the end of the tour. Hopefully it could help show off the natural beauty of the forests and meadows that surrounded the town. As the clock approached 3pm, you began to wonder if springing a surprise picnic on a stranger was odd. Oh god, what if it was? You hadn’t had much interaction with people your age once all your friends went off to live their own lives. Panic was starting to set in when the front bell chimed.

“Hey! I’m a little early, but I can wait around until you’re finished,” Jungkook greeted you. You noticed a fancy looking camera dangling around his chest.

“It’s all good! Business has been slow today, I’ve been bored,” you admitted.

“Oh I see--” Jungkook was cut off.

“Hi! I’m ____’s mom. Did you like the bread you bought yesterday?” your mom materialized out of nowhere with a pan of fresh bread in her hands.

“It was delicious! Better than anything I could get in the city,” Jungkook complimented.

“Why did you batch a new batch? No one has come in after 1pm,” you aggressively whispered to your mom.

“I got bored,” she pouted, “Here, have one! On the house, think of it as a welcoming present to our town,” she motioned for Jungkook to take a fresh loaf off the tray.

Jungkook’s face lit up at the offer as he thanked her for the snack. His smile lingered as he took a bite, savoring the taste.

“You must have some sort of good luck charm; you’re getting even more free food later,” you chuckled as you plopped a wicker basket onto the checkout counter.

“Sweet,” he beamed.

You let out a small sigh of relief. It didn’t seem like Jungkook was creeped out by the thought of eating with a stranger. With the basket in hand, you led Jungkook across the town. There truly wasn’t much to see. Your family’s bakery was in line with the rest of the town’s shops. You passed by the florist, the cafe, the grocery store, and the post office within the first 3 minutes just by walking down the street. You added in little personal stories with each business that you pointed out.

Jungkook paused by the flower shop, in awe of all the beautiful arrangements. His eyes scanned the outside displays, as if he was looking for something.

“Need something specific, dear?” Mrs. Park asked her potential customer.

“Do you have Tiger flowers?” he inquired.

“Tiger… No, but I can probably order some for you,” she offered.

“Ah, that’s alright. I’m sorry to bother you,” Jungkook apologized before rejoining you.

“Did you wanna take a picture of that specific flower?” you asked him as you strolled along the sidewalk.

“Yeah, it’s my birth flower,” he shyly nodded.

“Oh nice! I don’t know what my birth flower is, but yours sounds pretty. Ah, here is the town square. Over there is the courthouse/government building/boring stuff happens in there probably,” you said as you pointed out the building.

“This is cool,” Jungkook examined a decrepit well that stood in front of the courthouse.

“I guess. I always thought it would be better if they replaced it with a big pretty fountain or something,” you mentioned as you looked down into the dark abyss of the well.

Jungkook said nothing as he began taking pictures of the well from various angles. You watched him frown at each picture he took before he tried to take another.

“Maybe you could take a picture looking into the well? I mean, you’d probably have to stand on it to get a full shot and your feet will be in it but…” you suggested before realizing that you knew nothing about photography.

Jungkook immediately hopped onto the well, disregarding the loose pebbles that crumbled away under his weight. Pointing the camera directly down into the well, he snapped a couple of pictures. He didn’t bother hopping off of the well before scrolling through the pictures he just took. You caught yourself staring at him, admiring his features. His eyebrows were furrowed in concentration, his lips were pursed, and the wind was blowing his bangs over his forehead ever so slightly. He really was a handsome boy, though he seemed to be completely unaware of it.

“How’d it turn out?” you asked as he climbed down.

“Not bad actually. Better than the angles I took at first,” Jungkook smiled with approval, “I’ll show you after I touch them up.”

“I’m excited to see! Also, this basically concludes the tour because everything else is residential stuff. Unless you wanna take pictures of random people’s homes,” you joked.

“I’m good. Is this where we’re eating? I kinda skipped lunch,” Jungkook looked at the wicker basket in your hand.

“Nope! I’m gonna take you somewhere special. Are you okay with a bit of light hiking?”

“Sounds fun,” Jungkook grinned.

“Perfect! Now it’s your turn to lug this thing around,” you said as you handed him the deceptively heavy basket.

You took him to the outskirts of town, where nature was left untouched.

“Is this where all the cool kids have their picnics?” Jungkook asked as you led him down an old trail.

“All the cool kids left this town a while ago, so I can’t speak on their behalf. However, this is where I like to have my picnics so take that in whatever way you please,” you responded.

It was a sunny day on the verge of being too hot, but the densely wooded forest provided enough shade to make it comfortable. Your parents used to take you on walks in these woods when you (and they) were younger. Of course, now the hilly paths and loose soil would only wreak havoc on your parents’ old knees. You’ve grown accustomed to exploring on your own. Bringing Jungkook along was a pleasant change.

“You okay with eating here?” you suddenly stopped, pointing over to a field just off the trail.

“I’ll eat anywhere, I’m starving,” Jungkook quickly nodded.

“I’m fully aware of that; I could barely hear the birds chirping over the sounds of your stomach growling,” you teased.

An old tree that was large enough to cover up the entire picnic blanket with shade proved to be the ideal spot. Jungkook set down the wicker basket that you assigned to him earlier, eagerly waiting for you to finally open it.

“On the menu today we have fruits as an appetizer, ham and cheese sandwiches in homemade croissants as the main course, and last but not least, chocolate buns for dessert,” you proudly showcased each item.

“I never knew bread could taste so heavenly until I went to your bakery. I’m happy I walked in,” Jungkook praised as he wolfed down his sandwich.

“It’s not my bakery, it’s my parents’ bakery,” you corrected him as you ate the fruit.

“Don’t you work in it nearly every day? I don’t see how it’s not your bakery too,” Jungkook insisted.

“I’m not the one running the business,” you argued.

“You seem to put in the same amount as work as them. Instead of baking, you’re handling all of the customers. That’s gotta count for something, right?” Jungkook persisted.

“Fine, I guess you could say it’s a family bakery. Happy?” you huffed, clearly annoyed.

“Hey, I wasn’t trying to make you angry. I’m sorry if I overstepped,” Jungkook apologized, putting his sandwich down, “I wanted to let you know how much I love your family’s bread, that’s all.”

“No, it’s fine. I’m sorry, I shouldn’t have snapped at you. It’s just…” your trailed off as you gazed at the blue sky.

“I don’t want to pry, but I’m happy to sit here and listen,” Jungkook offered.

“I don’t want to scare you away by dumping my personal issues on you,” you tried to lighten the mood.

“I don’t think you could do that, ____,” Jungkook assured you.

Your eyes widened ever so slightly since he caught you off guard with his sincerity, but soon you gave him a soft smile.

“Fine, since we’re just sitting here anyway,” you caved as you picked up your sandwich, “I wish I wasn’t here anymore. Don’t get me wrong, I love my parents and I love the bakery. I just wish I got to go to a big city somewhere and attend a real university. I don’t know what I’d study, I just know that I thought my life would be different by now,” you turn away from him to hide your watery eyes.

“It’s not all that great,” Jungkook responded after a short pause, “I came from a small town too. The only difference was that it was along a beach, not by a forest. Wait, the location doesn’t matter,” he quietly scolded himself, “What I’m trying to say is that I did get away from my hometown. I was so excited to finally be a city kid. I didn’t realize how overwhelming it would be. Now look at me. I’m a senior in college with no direction in life. That’s what I get for choosing a career with no job security,” he chuckled as he looked down at the camera around his neck.

“But are you doing what you love?” you quietly asked.

“I think so. Are you?” he asked back.

“I think so,” you sighed, finally turning to look at him.

“I could always take you back to the city with me,” Jungkook flashed you a big bunny smile.

“Don’t joke with me like that. I hate getting my hopes up,” you playfully punch him in the arm.

“I’m not joking!” he yelped in surprise.

The conversation turned into a more cheerful one. You both spoke about your dreams, both childhood and present day. It was fun talking with Jungkook as you both watched the clouds roll by without a care in the world.

“Maybe you could get some pretty shots of some wildlife while we’re out here,” you recommended when the conversation came to a pause.

“Do you want to model for me?” Jungkook asked.

“Huh?” his sudden proposal surprised you.

“It’s completely okay if you don’t want to! Actually, just forget I said anything,” Jungkook looked down at the camera in his hands in a futile attempt to hide his flushed cheeks.

“Just tell me how to pose,” you smiled, already getting up.

“Uh, just act natural,” he said awkwardly as you leaned against the thick tree trunk.

At first, you made some silly poses that made Jungkook laugh. To be honest, you only did that because you really didn’t know how to pose next to the tree while making it look natural. Forcing a smile, you attempted to lean on the tree like as if it were another person.

“You don’t have to fake a smile,” Jungkook called from behind the camera.

“I don’t know what to do!” you called back.

“Act natural!”

“How do I do that?”

“Naturally!”

His response rewarded him a sarcastic eye roll, followed by a burst of laughter. Jungkook furiously clicked his camera as you laughed even harder. He praised you for ‘being in your natural state’ as he took shots from ridiculous angles. He gave you a thumbs up after he was satisfied with the impromptu photoshoot.

“Is laughing until I can’t breathe just me being in my natural state?” you asked playfully as you sat back down on the picnic blanket.

“It was authentic, so I would say so. I wish I could capture sound too, your laugh is so cute,” Jungkook said nonchalantly as he scrolled through the photos.

His eyes widened as soon as he realized what he said. He opened his mouth to try and take it back, or at least cover it up. He looked over at you shyly, only to see that you were digging out dessert from the basket. He let out a sigh of relief. Thankfully, you didn’t hear him.

“How were the pictures?” you asked, scooting to sit beside him after handing him the dessert.

“See for yourself,” he proudly showed you.

You were amazed by his talent. Even without editing, the photos looked like they were ready to be submitted into a contest. Everything looked so perfect. Your smile was genuine, the lighting was optimal, and your hair looked surprisingly good. You applauded him for his talent, to which he bashfully denied by saying he was still such an amatuer. You both finally dug into the desserts.

“These chocolate buns were amazing,” Jungkook licked his lips after he finished it.

“They’re my personal favorite! They’re also the best things that I can make on my own,” you winked at him as you finished yours.

“You made these?” Jungkook’s doe eyes filled with awe.

“Yep! Don’t act so surprised,” you pouted.

“Sorry, it’s just that you told me your parents bake everything. These were really good! Probably the best things I’ve had since--oh wait. You have a little something,” Jungkook leaned forward to wipe the corner of your mouth with his thumb.

You both froze for a second, in shock of this intimate gesture. Jungkook’s mouth opened to apologize, but you stopped him before he had the chance. Without thinking about it, you put your mouth around his thumb. You sucked on it for a second before you snapped back to reality. You started apologizing profusely the instant his thumb left your mouth.

“It’s okay! I shouldn’t have touched you in the first place,” Jungkook shied away from you, refusing to look you in the eyes.

“I don’t know what came over me,” you apologized as you grabbed his hand.

Jungkook looked at you with an embarrassed expression the moment you held his hand in yours. At first you didn’t realize why he was so embarrassed, you were the one sucking his thumb. But then, you noticed Jungkook sheepishly resting his other hand in his lap.

“Jungkook,” you said sweetly.

“Yes?” he answered, his eyes averting yours once more.

“Do you want me to do it again?”

“Huh?” he looked back at you with disbelief.

You made a bold move as you moved to straddle his lap, each leg settling beside his waist. You brought his hand up to your mouth and batted your eyes innocently.

“Like this,” you say before licking his pointer finger.

Jungkook gulped while slowly nodding his head, giving you permission to continue. His eyes stayed glued on you as you wrapped your lips around his finger. You dragged your flattened out tongue from the base to the tip. You then reversed this motion, but instead only using the tip of your tongue. You began to work on his middle finger as well. It was hard to fit his long fingers in your mouth, but you’re no quitter. Your tongue weaved between his fingers, adequately coating them with your saliva.

Jungkook’s breaths quickened the longer you went on. You felt a bulge grow between your thighs as you straddled him. Perhaps wearing a dress was a great idea after all. Your hips began to move on their own as you slowly grinded on Jungkook.

“____…” Jungkook moaned quietly when you daringly took three fingers into your mouth.

Rubbing your clothed pussy against his hard crotch spurred you on even more. Drool was dribbling down Jungkook’s arm and your chin, but neither of you cared. It just made you look more erotic to him. His other hand was on your hip to help you maintain a rhythm. You opened your eyes to make contact with his as you suckled his fingers. That’s all it took to make him come undone.

He quickly pushed you off of him as he cried out. You were both too shocked to say anything for a few seconds. Jungkook seemed too embarrassed to look you in the eyes again, his cheeks bright red.

“Jungkook, I--” you started to apologize.

“You probably think I’m pretty lame huh? Cumming in my pants like some sort of middle schooler,” he looked down in defeat.

“What? No, of course not!” you disagreed.

“Don’t lie,” Jungkook refused to believe you.

“Jungkook, that was honestly the hottest thing I’ve ever done. What we just did was hotter than when I was actually having sex,” you tried to cheer him up.

“You’re not lying?” Jungkook finally looked up at you with sad puppy dog eyes.

“I swear I’m not. I could help you clean it up, if you’d like,” you offered.

“I think that would make me feel worse. Just hand me some napkins and I’ll go take care of it myself,” he declined.

You packed everything up while you waited for Jungkook to return. He discreetly threw away the ball of used napkins into the designated trash bag, praying to god that you weren’t looking.

The walk back was quiet and awkward. Neither of you knew what to say. You were horrified with how you acted; you’ve never been so bold before. Jungkook was ashamed of cumming before he had the chance to do anything to you. He felt so pathetic.

“I’m sorry for making you so uncomfortable, Jungkook,” you finally apologized.

“Are you kidding? You think I would cum that fast if I was uncomfortable?” Jungkook looked at you with incredulity, “I’m the one who should be sorry. I’m disgusting and came in my pants while you did all the hard work.”

“You’re not disgusting at all, Jungkook. I enjoyed it too. I can’t remember the last time I was that horny,” you laughed.

All the tension in the air had disappeared. Jungkook bounced back to being his cheery self. The conversation went back to normal as you brought him back to the bakery. You hugged him goodbye and were about to leave when he caught your hand.

“Thank you so much for the tour. I know we’ve only known each other for a day but... would you like to go on a date with me?” Jungkook asked with a hopeful look in his eyes.

“No,” you said firmly, watching his shoulders fall, “I’d love to go on a date with you,” you smirked.

“You jerk!” Jungkook gasped.

You couldn’t help it, he was too easy to tease. After working out the details, it was decided that he would come pick you up on Friday night.

Jungkook took you to basically the only restaurant in town (that wasn’t the cafe). It was a family run Italian eatery, and it took Jungkook by surprise.

“Is everyone in this place a master chef or something? This is delicious!” he praised as he ate his pasta.

“I guess it’s the authenticity of family recipes? You probably eat at more chain restaurants while you’re in the city,” you shrugged as you twirled noodles around your fork.

The date went on pleasantly. Jungkook wanted to know as much about you as you did him. The conversations you had were lively and fun; there was never a dull moment with him. Something about him just automatically clicked with you.

“What’s your favorite thing to photograph?” you asked.

“I like taking pictures of landscapes and buildings. That’s why I was super excited about going to a university in the city. It’s a lot easier than taking pictures of people! Unfortunately, that’s where the money is right now,” he explained.

“You don’t like taking pictures of people?”

“Not really, no,” he answered bluntly.

“Then why did you ask me to model for you?” you were genuinely curious.

Jungkook froze in his seat. He took a long sip of his drink before answering you.

“For practice, I suppose,” he said softly.

“I’m happy I was able to help then,” you smiled, thinking nothing of it.

Jungkook seemed grateful that you didn’t press for more details, and was soon coaxed out of his shy shell once the topic of anime came around. You were happy that he took you out on a proper date, you hadn’t been on one in so long.

He walked you back under the pale moonlight. You were admiring the twinkling stars when you realized that Jungkook hadn’t said anything in a while. His hand awkwardly brushed against yours when you first left the restaurant, but you didn’t think much of it. Jungkook seemed to be thinking hard about something as he walked alongside you. You were going to say something when the back of his hand brushed against yours again. He instantly pulled away and uttered a small “sorry”.

“What’s wrong, Jungkook?” you were worried now, you thought the date went well.

“Nothing…,” his voice trailed off as he looked away.

You interlocked his pinky with yours without a word. Jungkook looked over at you with surprise, but said nothing. He admonished himself for not committing to hold your hand, but he was happy with this too. In fact, he thought it was cuter than actual hand holding.

You arrived in front of your house. Bidding Jungkook goodnight, you went in for a hug. Jungkook also went in for a hug, but he leaned the same way you did. In a quick bumble, your lips grazed the corner of Jungkook’s, causing you to jump back. You stood in Jungkook’s arms, looking away in embarrassment. He brought up one of his hands to cup your cheek, forcing you to look back at him. His eyes sparkled under the moonlight as he gazed into yours.

Slowly, you found yourself leaning forward. Jungkook met you in the middle, his lips finding yours. It was a tender kiss, sweet and soft. You broke it off after a couple seconds to giggle, but Jungkook pulled you back into it. He kissed you gently, yet with so much passion. You reciprocated his affection as your fingers intertwined with his hair, deepening the kiss.

He finally pulled away, smiling back at you. To be honest, you wish it lasted longer. However, you knew you would have had a hard time controlling yourself if it did.

“Thank you for dinner,” you thanked him with a soft voice.

“Of course, thank you for accompanying me,” he bowed like a gentleman and kissed your hand. You couldn’t help but laugh at his gesture.

“Too much?” he tilted his head.

“Don’t change a thing,” you continued to laugh.

All sorts of thoughts about Jungkook swam in your mind as you fell asleep that night.

Jungkook soon began to hangout with you every day. When he wasn’t out trying to take pictures, he would be in the bakery keeping you company. Your parents teased him, saying that he better buy something or else they’d kick him out, but they never did. In fact, your mom would always sneak him some freshly baked goods.

After work, you and Jungkook would spend even more time together. It didn’t matter if you guys were exploring nature, cooling off in the stream, or just watching movies; you enjoyed it all. It was nice having someone to talk to for a change. Jungkook never asked to make plans with you, he just assumed you guys would hangout the next day when he said “see ya tomorrow!”

You knew you had a crush on Jungkook, but you didn’t know how he felt. Yes, he took you on a date. Yes, you’ve kissed. Yes, you made in cum in his pants (not necessarily in that order). You were waiting on him to ask you to be his girlfriend. You didn’t want to pressure him, especially when you knew that he’d be going back to school in the fall.

One day, much to your chagrin, Jungkook was helping you with inventory. You argued that he shouldn’t work since he wasn’t getting paid, but he smiled and replied that spending time with you was all the payment he needed. You were too flustered to argue after that.

“Great, everything has been accounted for! Can you help me put this box back up there?” you asked him, nodding your head at a particularly high shelf that was out of your reach. You grabbed a step stool for him to make it easier.

Jungkook lifted up the heavy box of supplies with ease, and placed it back on the shelf. He looked down at you and smiled.

“What?” you cocked your head.

He said nothing as he leaned down and kissed your forehead, “You just look cute from up here.”

You looked away as you blushed, not knowing what to say. Jungkook laughed as he got down from the step stool. He teased you about it for the rest of the day.

Days flew by as it was getting closer and closer to Jungkook’s departure. You let Jungkook decide on what to do during his last day there. He picked you up at the bakery after your shift. He wanted to take one last stroll with you around town before he had to leave. You were about to hug him goodbye when he invited you over, saying that he had a box of popcorn he needed help finishing.

After watching a couple movies, Jungkook had his arms around you as you rested your head on his shoulder. Cuddling had become a norm between you two. Jungkook suddenly nudged your side, causing you to shriek.

“Sorry, just making sure you were still awake,” he giggled.

“I was, but now I definitely am,” you said as you returned the favor and tickled his sides.

It soon became a war of tickling as laughter erupted from both of you. Jungkook was just as ticklish as you were, making it a deadly battle. Before you knew it, you were straddling Jungkook, gripping both of his wrists in your hands. You both stared at each other as the laughter subsided, now replaced with heavy breathing.

“You could easily knock me over, you know,” you said as you lowered your nose to his.

“What if I don’t want to?” he whispered back.

He moved his head upwards to kiss you, catching you by surprise. You kissed him back, pushing him back down. You lowered your hips to rest on his hardened crotch. You let go of his wrists to help him take off his shirt before removing your own.

Once your lips connected again, Jungkook’s hands moved freely over your body, gently caressing your breasts. He treated you so tenderly, it made you even hornier. Your hands reached down to unzip his pants.

“Is this okay?” you paused to ask.

“Only if you take off your pants too,” he answered with a smirk.

Soon enough you were both down to just your underwear. You palmed Jungkook’s erection, curious to see it. It already felt huge in comparison to your hands.

“I want to fuck you, _____,” Jungkook groaned as you kissed his neck.

“I’m glad we want the same thing. Where do you want me?” you cooed.

“Like this is fine,” he quickly answered.

He helped you take off his underwear, revealing his massive dick. Your pussy clenched at the sight of it. You wriggled out of your panties and positioned yourself on top of him.

“Ready?” you asked.

Jungkook just nodded, his eyes wide with anticipation. He gulped as he watched you slowly lower yourself onto him, taking in each inch slowly. You moaned as he went deeper and deeper in you. You hadn’t had sex in a long time (and admittedly it wasn’t very good). Now, you were sopping wet and Jungkook was filling you up perfectly. Once you reached the base of his dick, you took your time going back up.

From the look on Jungkook’s face, he was in pure bliss. You continued to tease him as you fucked him slowly. You transitioned from taking his entire length to just swiveling around his tip, making him moan from the overstimulation. Jungkook dug his nails into your lower back, begging you to take all of him in again.

You leaned back over and peppered kisses along his chest and up his neck. Jungkook whimpered at the sensation, his breathing grew uneven. You giggled at him as you suckled on his neck, leaving wet kisses in your wake. Once you had enough of teasing him, you slammed back down onto him, and both your moans filled the room. Your hips began to move faster as you bounced on top of him. Jungkook’s grip on you tightened.

“I--I’m gonna cum,” he panicked.

You immediately hopped off, hoping to edge him. He whimpered at the loss of your warm pussy, but your plan seemed to work. His eyes begged you to get back on top.

“Now it’s your turn to fuck me,” you demanded as you laid down on your back.

Jungkook complied and positioned himself between your legs. He bent over to kiss you while he pushed his cock back inside of you. He took his time at first, but then tried to pick up the pace. His movements were awkward and stiff, and his pelvis hit your hips in a way that you knew they were going to bruise later.

“Jungkook, just relax,” you commanded.

Jungkook steadied his breathing and took your advice. He was finally able to find a rhythm and stuck to it. Luckily, it was the perfect rhythm for you as he continuously grazed your g-spot. Jungkook moaned with every stroke as your warm insides squeezed around him. You wrapped your legs around him, bringing him even closer. You looked up at him to see that the usual sweet star filled doe eyes of his had switched to a version of pure ecstasy as he gazed down at you with blown out pupils. The change was a little jarring, but also incredibly sexy when you realized the potential duality Jungkook could have. You pulled him into a deep kiss, tongues exploring foreign regions as he pounded into you.

“I’m gonna--,” his breath hitched.

“Cum on me baby,” you panted as you furiously rubbed your clit, desperate to cum with him.

With perfect timing, Jungkook got to feel you cum around him for a few seconds before he had to pull out and finish all over your chest. He gave you a quick peck on the cheek before scurrying off to find something to clean you with.

He rested his head on your chest as you held him close. You were falling asleep when he said something.

“Sorry, what did you say?” you asked him since you barely heard him.

“I am, well I guess was, a virgin,” Jungkook admitted.

“Oh,” you tried to mask your surprise.

“I didn’t wanna say anything. I mean, how lame is it that I’m a college senior and have never gotten laid. You’re probably surprised huh? I’m not lying, I swear.”

“I am surprised, but only because you seem like ladies would be all over you. You’re so handsome, funny, charming--”

“Yes yes keep going,” Jungkook joked.

“--and a genuinely good guy. Plus I feel like being a photographer would help you meet a lot of pretty girls,” you reasoned.

“While all of that is true, the real reason is pretty embarrassing. I’m...I’ve always been kinda scared of girls,” Jungkook sighed as you tried to suppress your laughter, “I’m not kidding! I always get so nervous around girls, I could never actually talk to them.”

“So am I not a girl in your eyes?” you teased.

“You’re a woman,” he answered cockily.

“Shut up! I hope your first time was enjoyable. Thanks for entrusting me with your v card,” you laughed.

You both continued joking and laughing the night away until you fell asleep in each other’s arms. While that night was enjoyable, it made Jungkook’s absence hurt more.

Life had sunk back into the same mundane routines once Jungkook left. Of course, he still kept in touch. He would text and video call you as often as he could. He’d send you pictures of his newest shooting locations, and you’d always be the first person he’d show his finished products.

You loved witnessing Jungkook’s passion grow, he had a new spark in him that wasn’t there before. With your encouragement as an extra shove, he applied to his dream job. He explained to you that it was with an agency that would send him to a random country where he’d work with a participating magazine company. You secretly envied him for even having the possibility of exploring the world.

Days and weeks started to blend together. Your parents insisted on having you help out more in the kitchen, presumably to get your mind off of Jungkook.

It was a weird fling you had with him. However, it also didn’t seem like a fling. Most flings didn’t still keep in touch in a long distance “friendship”, or whatever it was you had. You were never officially dating, but it sure as hell felt that way. You cursed yourself for waiting for him to ask, you should’ve just done it yourself. Of course, part of you felt like you’d just hold him back if you guys actually ended up dating.

These thoughts constantly swarmed your mind. Ironically, the only time you weren’t thinking about your dilemma was when you were chatting with Jungkook. The end of the semester was quickly approaching, and you could tell that he was getting antsy. He hadn’t gotten offers from anywhere that he applied. You could do nothing but give him hope but assuring him that someone somewhere will hire him.

You watched snow fall outside when you got a call.

“I GOT IN!!!” Jungkook exclaimed.

“What?! Where?!” you jumped up in excitement.

“My top choice! The one where they send me to another country! Guess where I’m going,” he sing songed.

“Umm… Italy?”

“Close! I’m going to España,” he said with a spanish accent.

“That’s amazing, Jungkook. I’m so proud of you! I knew you could do it. When do you leave?” you asked.

“In a week. God, I’m so excited! Oh, my parents are calling. I’ll talk to you later?”

“Of course. Congrats again,” you cheered before he hung up.

Before you knew it, you were crying. You were honestly happy for Jungkook, but reality hit you. You were never going to be able to tell him that you loved him. You were never going to be with him, not while you’re stuck in this town. It sucked, but you had no choice but to accept that.

Two days had passed since that phone call. Jungkook was probably busy packing and working out minor details, so you stayed out of his way. You figured things would probably be like this from now on. Why would he bother talking to a small town girl while he’s out exploring the world?

You were restocking the milk puddings rolls when the front bell chimed.

“I’ll be with you in a second,” you called out.

“No worries, I’ll wait all day if I have to,” a familiar voice responded.

You dropped the rolls as you turned around with lightning fast speed. Jungkook stood at the doorway, beaming a big bunny smile at you. You ran to him, embracing him in a tight hug. He wrapped his arms around you and kissed your forehead.

“Surprise,” he smiled.

“What are you doing here?” you asked as you wiped tears from your eyes.

“I needed to see you. I was planning on coming back and surprising you even before I left. You didn’t think I’d leave without saying goodbye, did you?” he ruffled your hair, “Oh, and those tiger flowers are beautiful,” he nodded over to the flower bouquet on the checkout counter.

“I got them because they reminded me of you,” you blushed, your ears turning red.

“Did I hear Jungkook?” you mom poked her head out of the kitchen, “Oh my goodness! Honey look! Jungkook is back!” she called your dad.

Your parents came out to greet him. He explained everything to them, and they congratulated him.

“How long will you be here? Aren’t you leaving soon?” your dad inquired.

“I leave tomorrow night. I wish I could stay longer,” Jungkook answered solemnly.

“____ suddenly doesn’t have to work until after you’ve left,” your mom smiled fondly at you.

Your eyes lit up as you kissed your parents on the cheek to thank them. After grabbing your jacket, you took Jungkook’s hand and dragged him out. You both aimlessly walked around the town as you chatted. He went more in depth with the details of his job. He was most excited about capturing photos of the city. After looking up some pictures of the architecture, he immediately fell in love with Madrid.

Jungkook invited you over to watch some of the short films he worked on over the past semester. While they were just videos of his friends with no plot, you could feel their friendship seeping through the screen. The way Jungkook played with music and colors really enhanced the already well shot video. You felt at peace sitting beside Jungkook on his bed as he showed you all his past projects. Part of you wished that this moment would never end.

“You’ve made me a better person, you know,” Jungkook said out of nowhere, “I’m more talkative around my friends, and I’ve gotten more comfortable with being myself.”

“I didn’t do anything, that’s all you,” you smiled as you poked his chest.

“You definitely helped,” he ran his fingers through your hair, “I love you, ____.”

Your heart skipped a beat.

“I love you too. I thought I’d never get to say that,” you said with a sigh of relief.

He looked into your eyes before leaning forward slowly. You’ve been waiting for this moment for so long, you practically pounced on him. You kissed him passionately, as if to show him how much you missed him. Clothes were thrown in every direction leading to bare skin being exposed.

Jungkook’s soft hands roamed across your body as if he were trying to memorize your every curve. His touch was a bit rougher than the last time, his lips crashed against yours as he pinched your nipples. You couldn’t tell if it was desperation, carnal lust, or just a new side of Jungkook, but you didn’t mind in the slightest. His erection pressed against your thigh as your hands tangled themselves in his dark hair. You reached down to grab his cock, gripping from the base and slowly dragging your hand to the tip and then back down. He shuddered at the sensation, moaning into your mouth.

“Should I get on top?” you batted your eyes.

“Nope, I have a better idea,” Jungkook growled as he flipped you over onto your knees, “Can I fuck you like this?”

“Fuck me however you want,” you answered gleefully.

Jungkook rammed into you without hesitation. He firmly gripped your hips to keep you in place as he thrusted into you. His dick sent waves of ecstasy as he crashed into you. He surprised you when he reached his hand around you to play with your clit, causing you to squirm under him.

“Be a good girl and stay still,” he ordered.

His newfound dominance turned you on. He was no longer the baby boy that followed your every move, although you were sure that side of him was still there somewhere. You got lost in pleasure and didn’t realize how far gone you were till you felt liquid dripping down your inner thighs.

“You’re so fucking wet baby. All this for me?” Jungkook panted as he continued snapping his hips into you.

“Mhm, of course. Only for you,” you managed to moan out between thrusts.

“That’s my good girl. Get up,” he demanded as he hopped off the bed.

You obeyed, curious as to what he was going to do. As soon as you got off the bed, he spun you around and pushed your chest back over the covers. He slipped back into you with ease, groaning as your slick juices coated his cock. This new position enabled Jungkook to directly hit your g-spot with each thrust. Again, his hand wrapped around your waist to find your clit. His other hand found purchase on your neck, slightly choking you. The overstimulation had you crying out in bliss that you had never experienced before.

You were practically gushing now as your wetness ran down your legs and sprayed onto Jungkook’s thighs with each strong impact. Jungkook lifted up one of your legs onto the bed, spreading your pussy.

“Now touch yourself for me,” Jungkook directed.

He didn’t have to tell you twice. Your legs started to shake as you played with your clit at the perfect pace while Jungkook drilled into you. You were sure that you had already came numerous times by this point, but you could feel the grand finale soon approaching.

“Jungkook I--” you didn’t get a chance to finish your sentence as you climaxed onto his dick. He was infatuated with the way you looked from behind, and he couldn’t get enough of it. He pushed you back onto the bed with your legs still hanging from the edge. He reinserted himself while you laid there, completely delusional from the pounding you had been receiving.

“You’re such a sexy woman,” he moaned as he anchored the weight of his arms onto your shoulders.

He continued his torment downwards. Your bountiful cheeks bounced back and forth while he repeatedly rammed into your g-spot causing you to release more of the juices his massive cock craved.

He slowed his pace but still kept going to help you ride out your high for as long as possible. The sensation of you cumming on him was enough to bring him right to the brink of no return.

“Can I cum on you?” he pleaded in a tone all too familiar to you.

“Please do,” you nodded.

“God, you’re so sexy,” he said as he gave you a couple more hard thrusts before pulling out and coating your ass with white strings.

Jungkook held you in his arms after wiping you down with a towel, both of your chests heaving in sync. You both managed to work up a sweat, but Jungkook still smelled amazing. He played with your hair as your eyelids started to get heavy.

“_____,” he whispered softly.

“Yes, Jungkook?” you replied with your eyes still closed.

“Come with me.”

“What?” your eyes shot open.

“Come with me to Spain. I know it sounds crazy, but I don’t care. You’ll finally get the adventure you’ve always wanted, and we’ll do it together,” he kissed your forehead.

His unexpected proposition had you overwhelmed. You were speechless. You would go with him in a heartbeat. It wouldn’t matter where you’d go, as long as you were with him.

“Jungkook...you know I can’t do that,” you fought back tears, nuzzling yourself further into his chest.

“I wanted to ask your parents as soon as I arrived but you rushed me out too quickly and--”

“I can’t leave them, you know that,” silent tears rolled down your cheeks.

“I think they’d understand. Plus, you’ve said that they’ve tried to convince you to go to college,” Jungkook was getting desperate, he thought you’d agree on the spot.

“They need my help now more than ever. My parents are getting old. As much as I want to leave this place, I can’t. I’m going to be stuck here forever. I’m so sorry, Jungkook,” you wept.

“It’s okay, ___. We can ask them tomorrow, how does that sound?” he rubbed your back.

“No, I can’t do that to them. You know they’ll say yes. I have to stay,” you sniffled.

“You’re a great daughter. I can’t force you to come with me. I’ll miss you. I don’t know how long I’ll be gone,” Jungkook’s voice started to falter.

“Don’t worry about me. Go live out your life. Eat great food. Take beautiful pictures. Meet pretty girls,” you tried to lighten the mood.

“You think I want to meet pretty girls? Why would I do that when I have you,” he hugged you tightly.

“We aren’t even dating, Jungkook. I don’t want to hinder you more than I already have,” you blurted.

“I...I know we aren’t dating. Not officially. But that’s just a stupid label. I want to be with you,” Jungkook’s voice softened to hide his pain.

“Maybe this was a bad idea,” you said as you got up.

Jungkook immediately pulled you back into him. Your nose brushed against his wet cheek, causing you to freeze up when you realized that he had also been crying.

“Please stay with me. At least just for tonight,” he pleaded.

“Alright. I can do that,” you softly kiss him.

You woke up the next morning with your head on Jungkook’s chest. Jungkook looked adorable while he was asleep, with his mouth agape and his hair falling messily over his forehead. You tried to inch away, but he just pulled you closer, making it impossible to escape.

He woke up with a yawn a couple minutes later. He smiled down at you before ruffling your hair.

“Jungkook, I’m sorry about last night. I--”

“Let’s not talk about it. This is my last day with you for god knows how long. Let’s just enjoy ourselves, okay?” he interrupted you.

It had been three years since that spring when you met Jungkook. You sometimes reminisce about the times you had with Jeon Jungkook. It honestly felt like a dream. Communication with him slowly faded away, and now the only conversations you had with him were one message long during birthdays and holidays. You kept up with him more through Instagram. He regularly uploaded his beautiful pictures, and you could tell that his talent only grew. He had a knack for making dull buildings and streets come to life.

Your parents planned to retire soon, leaving you to tend to the bakery by yourself. They mainly managed the front-of-house work during the busy hours now. Their goal was to finally sell the bakery, but you protested against it. As much as you wanted to be rid of the chains that tied you down, you were scared. You didn’t know what you would do if the bakery was suddenly gone. It was all you’ve ever known.

Ever since your parents announced their retirement plans, you started to dabble in pastry making. They were impressed with your skills, and your creations got added to the menu. Word spread that the already famous bakery was now carrying delicious pastries, and business soared.

You were busy decorating your latest desserts when your mother came into the kitchen.

“Your father and I have to go run a quick errand, we’ll be back soon!” she said before giving you time to protest. You grumbled to yourself as you placed strawberries on your cakes, praying that no one would come in.

“Hello? Anyone here? The sign says open,” someone called from the front.

‘God dammit’, you thought before putting on a fake customer service smile.

“Welcome to--” you stopped in your tracks.

Jungkook was standing in the middle of your bakery, looking even more handsome than you had remembered him. His face lit up as soon as he saw you. You couldn’t help yourself as you ran towards him, colliding into him with a forceful hug.

“I hear you sell desserts now,” he grinned.

“Jungkook! What are you doing here? Your hair, it’s so long! And...do you have tattoos now?!” you were in shock.

“Do I look more artsy now?” he laughed, “I came to see you. I wanted to try your desserts too, of course. No one would believe me when I said nothing can compare to your family’s bakery. Oh, I have a present for you.”

You became giddy with excitement as Jungkook brought out a brown paper bag and handed it to you. You pulled out prints of a beautiful girl standing in a forest. Wait...it looked familiar…

“Is this me?” you asked as your mouth hung open.

“Yeah, these are the pictures from when you took me on that picnic. Would you believe me if I said I barely had to touch anything up? They were already nearly perfect,” Jungkook said proudly.

“It’s because you’re a talented photographer,” you smiled.

“That, and because I had the perfect model. How could I not ask the most beautiful girl I’ve ever seen to model for me?” he said as he tucked your hair behind your ear.

“So I wasn’t just practice?” you recalled asking him about it all those years ago.

“I was so nervous back then, I couldn’t bring myself to tell you the truth,” he laughed, “I’m much more open now.”

You promptly switched the ‘OPEN’ sign to ‘CLOSED’ and sat Jungkook down. You brought out one of your fresh strawberry cakes, eager to hear his opinion. His face contorted with pleasure as he took the first bite. He complimented the flavors and textures, saying that everything tasted like perfect harmony. You laughed together as he shared stories of his time abroad. He intently listened while you opened up about the struggles of the bakery.

“Anyway, that’s enough complaining for now. I’m happy you’re back! How long are you staying for this time?” you tilted your head.

“Depends,” Jungkook answered as he gazed out the window. He looked back at you with a serious expression. He quickly grabbed your hand and pulled you close, bringing your face just inches away from his.

“Do you still want to explore the world?” he asked.

“Of course, that’ll never change. But...you know I can’t,” you answered somberly.

“After everything you just told me, you still think you have to stay here?” Jungkook raised an eyebrow, “My next gig is going to be in France. Come with me this time, _____.”

You stared at him with a stunned expression. You thought he had forgotten about you. Now here he is, asking you to run away with him again.

“Why did you lose touch? I thought you had moved on. I made peace with that. God, it hurt like hell, but I came to terms with it. And now we’re doing this again,” your voice cracked as tears welled in your eyes.

“Honestly, it hurt me too much. I couldn’t bear talking to you every day or video chatting you, without knowing when I’d see you next. I never stopped thinking about you. I tried. I tried to forget...but no one could ever come close to you,” Jungkook cupped your cheek in his palm, “There’s a really good patissiere academy close to where I’ll be working. You could go there and sharpen your skills! Then maybe one day open up a bakery of your own...if you wanted.”

“But what about my parents--”

“Stop using us as an excuse to hold yourself back,” your mom scolded you as she entered the bakery.

“Did you like your surprise?” your dad winked.

“You knew?” you were bewildered.

“Jungkook contacted us a while back, asking if we thought his plan could ever be a possibility. I figured you were still head over heels for him since you never dated anyone else,” your mom shrugged.

“If you want to go, go. Don’t worry about us. We can sell the bakery, and finally retire,” your dad said.

“You have your parents’ blessing, ____. This decision is entirely up to you. What’s it gonna be? Will you come with me to France?” Jungkook asked again.

“I..,” you looked at your parents before your eyes wandered back to Jungkook, “Yes. I’d love to,” tears of joy rolled down your cheeks.

Jungkook got up and embraced you in a tight hug before he whispered, “I’ve missed you so much,” in your ear.

“Well, we better start packing,” Jungkook turned to your parents.

“Packing? Already?” your eyes widened.

“We leave by the end of the week!” Jungkook gleefully took your hand and dashed out of the store.

Jungkook dragged you through the town up to your house. You couldn’t help but smile as you watched his long hair bounce around while you ran. You could’ve sworn that sometimes they looked like bunny ears.

He was definitely Jungkook, but he seemed like the upgraded version of the shy boy you once knew. He had a new confident aura around him, and he seemed more manly than boyish now. Everything was happening so quickly, but you were nothing but excited for the adventures to come.

As long as Jungkook was by your side, you were ready to take on the world.

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warnings/tags: dom!Jaehyun sub!reader, fanfic, smut; cursing, hook up, fingering, cunninilingus, unprotected sex, cream pie

summary: a chance meeting while shopping for bathing suits turns your summer vacation a little hotter

word count: 4.4k (help)

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this was interesting to write as the beginning and ending are based off of separate dreams this time, so hopefully I was able to link them in a way that made sense. please enjoy!!

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"How does this look?" You asked your friend Jamie, holding a skimpy neon bikini set to your body.

It was the first full day of your annual summer beach trip with your bestie, and you'd arrived in the seaside town you always traveled to late last night. After eating a mediocre breakfast provided by your hotel, the two of you had headed to a nearby mall to buy new swimsuits. She'd had luck finding one relatively quickly. But the reason you were still there, on the second story of a large department store several hours later, was because you had yet to.

She made a face. "No offence, but it's not really your style..."

Sighing, you put it back on the rack. "I know."

Rounding the stand that contained the bikini you'd just put back, you briefly glanced over at the neighboring section, which had swim trunks. Movement had caught your eye, caused by three guys walking through. You barely even paid attention to them at first glance, but the one in the back caught your eye, and you did a double take.

At this second glance, you saw they were all young, probably close to your age, and very attractive. 'Are they models?' You wondered. But again, it was the one behind the first two that really made you look on in awe. He had muted fluffy purple hair that covered his forehead, and dark eyes that shone like diamonds even from this distance. His soft features and perfect skin made you wonder if he was an angel. His thin white shirt hugged what was probably toned muscle underneath. When the taller of his two friends said something funny, he smiled and oh my God, he had the cutest dimples.

At that moment, he shifted his eyes up and saw you standing there, staring. Like a deer caught in headlights you froze, embarrassed as fuck you'd been caught. But his smile only widened, and he gave you a slight nod in greeting.

Ripping your gaze away, you acted like nothing had happened and tried to return to shopping.

"Oh wow y/n, you saw those guys right?" Jamie exclaimed, following you. "Now that's what I'd call eye can-"

You interrupted her, face flushed, by holding up a pale blue gingham bikini. "What about this?"

Before she could answer, her eyes focused on something behind you, mouth falling open slightly. A deep voice then responded to your question. "I think it looks cute."

You whipped around, only to come face to face with the man you couldn't keep from staring at. Your eyes widened and you gulped, startled. Up close, he was simply breathtaking. Literally; you felt your breathing become strained as your heart pounded in your chest.

"Th- Thank you, um..?" You stuttered before taking a deep breath.

"Jaehyun." He answered.

"Ah, Jaehyun." Damn, even his name was cute. You gave him a shaky smile. "So I should get it?"

"Definitely." He encouraged. He then looked to Jamie, who'd been speechlessly watching the exchange. "What do you think?"

Turning around, you waited to see her response. After looking between the two of you for a couple of seconds, she grinned and gave a thumbs up. You weren't sure if she was approving of the bathing suit or...

"Hey, what are you guys doing the rest of today?" Jaehyun asked.

"Oh, not much." You replied quickly, not planning to elaborate.

"We'll just be at the beach!" Jamie said louder and at the same time, speaking over you. "Wanna come with?"

You gave her a look, trying to shut her up. She looked back at you as if to say 'what?'

He smiled. "Sure. Let me ask the boys if it's okay with them."

He beckoned the two of them over, who didn't hesitate to comply. Jamie introduced you and her to the group, as you were still majorly distracted by the million thoughts running through your head. The tallest of the three then introduced himself as Johnny, a friendly guy with a round face and sculpted arms that were on full display thanks to the tank he wore. The other was Mark, who shyly said hi to you and Jamie. He had a boyish and youthful aura about him that made you immediately assume he was the youngest. They both readily agreed to head to the beach.

Still not fully registering what had just happened, you walked to the check out in a near trance and bought your swimsuits. Then you exited the mall, and made your way to the parking lot. Jaehyun went to get his car while the rest of you waited at Jamie's. When he pulled up, the guys got in. After quickly entering her car with her, Jamie pulled out of the parking lot and followed them as they lead the way to the beach.

"Y/n, you okay?" She asked, taking her eyes off the road for a split second to glance at your face. Your prolonged silence had prompted her to speak.

You removed yourself from your racing thoughts. "Yeah, I'm fine. Just surprised."

She grinned. "Well, today's not gonna be boring, that's for sure. It'll be a lot more eventful than if we'd hung out at the beach by ourselves."

You nodded in agreement. You knew there wasn't much harm in doing this - there would be plenty of people on the beach around you - they couldn't try anything. And besides, you didn't even get those vibes from them. That wasn't what made you uneasy. It was the thought of spending a day at the beach with such attractive guys that made the tips of your ears turn pink and your heart rate increase. You just prayed you wouldn't say or do something utterly embarrassing.

Jamie drove into the public beach parking behind their car, parking a few spaces away from them. Exiting the car, you and her first made your way to the bathrooms to change. This beach was well maintained, a stone walkway lead to them and then continued on and up to a wide bridge that arched over the barrier dunes and then down onto the sand. Palm trees provided shade, which was made good use of as it seemed wherever a tree cast a shadow there was a cool bench to sit.

Locking yourself into a stall in the women's bathroom, you undressed and then pulled on your brand new swimsuit. Thankfully, despite not being able to try it on in the store, it fit extremely well. The gingham pattern, pale blue color, and small ruffles on the waistband and straps made you conclude this was the cutest bikini you'd ever seen. Exiting the stall, you briefly peered into the mirror above the sinks to pull your hair into two low pigtails.

Turning back around, you found Jamie standing there in her new suit, smiling at you.

"Ready y/n?" She asked.

You took a breath before replying. "Yep."

Arm in arm, you walked out to meet the boys, who'd already changed and were standing there waiting, beach bags in hand. Johnny got excited as he spotted you both and practically ran towards beach, Mark trying to keep up with him. Jaehyun looked unbothered as he stayed behind to walk at a normal pace with you. By the time you'd crossed over the sand dunes and strolled onto the beach, Mark and Johnny had already found a good place a little ways away to set up. They'd brought two large towels, big enough for multiple people to sit on, and had spread them out over the sand.

Jaehyun sat down on one, then patted the ground next to him, motioning for you to sit next to him. After a few seconds of contemplation you complied, folding your legs to the side as you still kept a couple feet of distance from him. Jamie sat down with Johnny and Mark on the other towel.

For the next hour or so, the five of you talked about various topics in an effort to learn more about each other. Gradually, you loosened up as you got used to their company. Johnny and Mark were college friends of Jaehyun's, who'd came into town a few days before you to visit him where he now lived on the coast. Funnily enough, the two boys were staying in the same hotel as you and Jamie while they did so - it was the closest to Jaehyun's apartment.

Noon came and went, and the air continued to heat up around you until it was unbearable. You looked out at the ocean water longingly, but didn't want to leave by yourself, and the others seemed to be having such a great time...

Glancing over at you, Jaehyun made a suggestion. "Who's up for the water?"

Despite your assumptions, the agreement was unanimous. As one, you all rose and ran towards the rolling sea, chasing each other. Diving into the waves, you ran out until the water was up to your waist. Johnny swam out farther than any of you, while Jamie and Mark stayed in slightly shallower water.

You heard the sound of someone sloshing around in the water directly behind you. Spinning around, you were met with his chest - his white shirt was now wet and you could see some of the muscles through it - as your eyes widened and you looked up into Jae's eyes. He smiled down at your face, less than a foot away, dimples on full display.

"Hi." He said in a way that made your heart melt. Then: "Feel better?"

"Y- yeah, it was really hot before." Your words betrayed your body - being in the water wasn't cooling you off at all anymore.

You stood there for a few awkward moments in silence, not knowing what to say.

"Um-" You began.

"Woah y/n look out!" He cut you off, sudden panic on his face as he closed the small distance between the two of you.

Suddenly, a large wave crashed into your back. It pushed you straight into the only thing that would keep you standing - his body. Instinctively, you gripped onto his shirt tightly so you didn't fall, tugging it towards you. He didn't hesitate to wrap his strong arms around your waist to steady you. Only after the wave had passed did you realize what you'd done, quickly releasing the fabric from your hands. But he didn't let go.

"Are you okay?" He asked, worry in his tone.

You nodded, heart pounding loudly in your ears. However, you were shaking slightly.

He began leading you back towards the shore, not convinced. Stumbling onto the hot sand, he guided you back to the towels, sitting you down once you got there. Getting a smaller towel, he wrapped it around you so you could dry off, then he sat down next to you.

You looked at him, embarrassed. "You can go back if you want, I'll be fine here."

"No, I'm good." He leaned back a bit. "I'm not much of a swimmer anyways."

He then lifted his arm and ran his fingers through his damp hair, brushing it back off his forehead. You gulped, incredibly bothered by the motion.

He looked at you with a slight smirk. "Thirsty?"

"Yeah." You replied.

Smirk widening, he handed you an unopened water bottle. You drank, trying desperately to calm down.

Jamie ran up to you, Mark following close behind. "Y/n are you okay?" She asked, confused and concerned. "What happened?"

You explained without including the details that made you blush when you thought of them. She sat on the towel next to you, deciding not to go back out. Mark followed suit and shortly after Johnny joined you again when he realized everyone was out of the water.

After a bit, you began to get hungry and got up to try and find some food. Luckily, there was a food truck nearby with some cheap lunch. Returning to the towels, you ate in relative silence as the sun moved slowly west overhead. The rest of the afternoon was spent walking, playing with a frisbee, and sunbathing. You noticed Jaehyun seemed to be keeping you within a few feet of him the entire time, never leaving you alone or with the others. Even when you went back out with Jamie into the shallow water, he followed - even though he tried to appear like he wasn't.

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Once the sun went down, everything was packed up and taken back to the cars. You threw back on your shorts from earlier before heading to a nearby bar, open to the sea and cool night air. It was already crowded with many tourists, and once you entered you quickly lost sight of the others, later catching a glimpse of Jamie talking to Johnny off to the side with a drink in hand.

Seeing the bar, you made your way over to it by yourself and sat on one of the barstools. You beckoned the bartender over to order your drink.

"What can I get for you?" She asked, polishing a glass.

"A margarita please." you answered.

She then looked at the seat next to you. "And you sir?"

"A margarita for me too, thanks." A familiar voice answered.

You turned around in your seat to face Jaehyun, blinking at him.

He smiled and nodded in greeting, those adorable dimples reappearing on the corners of his mouth. Feeling your face heat up, you quickly turned to look at the bartender as she made your identical drinks.

You cleared your throat a little. "So... you like margaritas too?"

He chuckled softly at your attempt to break the awkwardness. "Truthfully, I've never tried one. Thought tonight was good first time."

You could feel his eyes on you, boring into your soul in an attempt to get your attention. When you couldn't take it any longer and tilted your head to look at him, his eyes immediately met yours. A slight smirk spread across his lips.

When your drinks were served, he was the first to take a sip, eyes not leaving you for a millisecond. You drank and shifted in your seat, fully aware of how he was checking you out as his eyes began to roam. You wondered if maybe you should've put on a shirt over your bikini top to cover yourself better. But that thought was quickly dismissed as a new one took its place. You liked it - the way his attention was focused on no one but you. There were plenty of other hot girls there that night, but he paid them no mind.

The hours drifted by as those around you melted away and it felt like you and Jae were the only two in the entire world. The music and voices of patrons were only a buzz in the distant background as you focused on his soft words. You found you enjoyed each others company - he made you comfortable with the idea of spending as much time in it as possible.

When the clock struck ten, you could feel the beginnings of fatigue creeping into your mind. An incoming text made his phone buzz. He checked it, relaying the message to you after briefly lifting up his eyebrows in surprise.

"Your friend's heading back to the hotel with Johnny and Mark, she's driving them there."

"Oh!" You replied in surprise, glancing around the bar but finding them already gone. You knew what was probably going to happen to Jamie, but you didn't voice it.

He looked at you for about a minute before speaking again, slowly. "Do you.. wanna come to my place?"

You met his eyes again, heart and mind racing at his invitation. The implications of his question didn't slip by you, they were fully realized. Still, it didn't take you long to make up your mind - in fact, you'd already made it before he'd asked.

"Yes." You replied.

He smiled wide and grabbed your hand, intertwining his fingers with yours. You quickly slid off your barstool and exited the bar, making for the car. You giggled as he pulled you along. The moon shone down on you from high overhead, lighting the way. Once reaching the car, he opened the passenger door for you and you hopped inside as he then closed it and rounded the car to his seat. Getting in, he started the car and drove out onto the road towards his apartment.

Your mind raced as you made the silent drive to his apartment, listening to the low sounds of the radio coming through the speakers. It only took a few minutes before he was parking, getting out, and coming around to help you out of the car. Grasping your hand tightly again, he lead you into the building. The lobby of his apartment had only dim lights on at this time to illuminate the room. No one was around. Jaehyun took a left after guiding you through the main doors.

"This way." He practically whispered, taking you into the elevator.

He hit the three and the doors closed, leaving you alone in the small space with him for a few moments. He didn't waste any time in turning you around to face him, closing the gap between you. Locking his lips with yours in a heated first kiss, he backed you up into the elevator wall, driving you up it slightly with his strong arms. You instinctively wrapped your limbs around his body to steady yourself and kissed him back. You could taste both him and the drink he'd had at the bar - the mixture was heavenly.

A ding signified your arrival at his floor, forcing you to part. Thankfully for the both of you, his door wasn't too far away. Pulling you down the hall quickly, Jae stopped at his door and took out his keys, fumbling with them for a few seconds as he tried to rush. When the door was unlocked, he pushed it open, letting you both walk through before harshly closing it again.

For the few seconds it took for him to throw the keys on a small table next to the door you glanced around the dark apartment. Through a cracked door to your left you could make out a bathroom. A small kitchen stretched across most of the right wall from the door, a long bar separating it from the rest of the room. In this main room was both his living area and bedroom. His bed was pushed up against the farthest wall, which was taken up entirely by two giant windows. The moonlight shone through them, illuminating a balcony on the other side that looked out into the night and the street below, where palm trees waved back and forth in a light breeze.

The sudden grip of his large hand on your waist from behind made you jump. He spun you around, and gave you that soul piercing stare that made all your self-control fade away. You leaned in this time, seeing a smirk spread across his face right before you closed your eyes. As soon as your lips brushed against his again, he picked up were you'd left off, kissing you relentlessly and leaving you breathless. Slowly, he backed you up further into the apartment until the backs of your legs bumped up against the edge of the bed as you struggled to bring air to your lungs.

He lifted you just enough to clear the mattress and sit you down on top of it. Climbing onto it himself, he gently laid you down onto the sheets underneath him. He kept himself up with his knees, one on each side of you as he started to move his plush lips down to your neck. He proceeded to mark you, painting several dark spots onto your skin that would surely be there the next day.

"Ah, Jae." You moaned out for the first time, when the tenseness that had been building between your legs became too much to stay silent.

He paused. "What is it princess?"

"I need..." You began, heating up at the petname.

"Yes?" He asked patiently, waiting for your commanding words. He smiled down at you, raising a hand to your cheek to stroke it soothingly.

"You." You finished, meeting his gaze. "I need you."

He smiled wider. "Sure thing."

Removing his hand from your face, he moved it down to the waistband of your shorts. Unbuttoning them with both hands, he slipped them off and down your ankles with ease. Placing his strong hand on your upper thigh, he spread it away from the other and began moving his fingers closer to your heat. Shivering at his touch, you sunk deeper into the bedsheets. He let his fingertips get to the edge of your bikini bottoms, but stopped there, teasing you.

"Hey-" You breathed, scolding him when you realized what he was doing.

He looked down at you, hair messily splayed around your head as your chest rose and fell beneath him. Your skin was beginning to glisten with perspiration, your eyelashes fluttering slightly every time you blinked your half-closed eyes. "Hm?"

You took a moment to respond. "Touch me Jae."

He smiled a dark smile as he brushed your bikini bottoms to the side. The first touch of his fingertips against your slick clit had you lifting your hips up off the bed, curses falling from your lips. He forced them back down, pinning you to the bed with his body. He quickly resumed his actions, running his fingers back and forth over your folds as you moaned at the pleasure. He then suddenly inserted a finger into your dripping core.

"Ah-" You gasped in surprise as he continued, using his thumb to trace circles across your clit. It was all too much for you to handle. He watched as you gradually lost control beneath him, writhing about in pleasure. The dangerous combination of things he was doing to you quickly brought your first high like a rising wave that crashed into the beach before it.

You didn't have time to warn him before your walls clamped down on his finger and your juices spilled out onto his hand, sheets, and down your legs. He let you ride out your orgasm and calm all the way down before removing his finger and sitting up, licking every last bit of you from his fingers. You peered down the bed at him, watching in fascination as he lapped it up like a man starved.

"Shit, you taste good." He complimented, making your face feel flushed.

When his hand was clean, he bent down and stuck his head between your legs. A second later, you felt the flick of his tongue on your inner thigh. He left a trail of wet kisses up it, making his way back up to your heat. Without warning, you felt his lips brush against your folds as he proceeded to use his tongue to clean you up as best he could. His hot breath against your pussy made you squirm and draw your legs up closer to your chest. Once satisfied he sat up again, licking the last of you from his lips.

He then repositioned himself above you. Removing his swim trunks, his hard member sprung free and stood erect, precum trickling from its pink tip. Slipping a couple of fingers into the waistband of your bikini bottoms, he pulled then down your legs, leaving them with your shorts at your ankles. Lining up with your entrance, he held himself up with his strong arms, caging you in. You looked up at him, his faded purple hair messy across his face. He gave you a reassuring smile - dimples and all - before pushing into you with ease and rolling his hips down onto yours. Matching the pace he set, you pulled his face back down to yours to kiss him again, softer this time. He complied, kissing you deeper and slower as he pushed further into you with each thrust.

When he bottomed out, he speed up the movement of his hips, gripping yours to bring them closer to his. The lewd sounds of sex filled the apartment, combined with both of your increasingly loud moans.

"Jae." You moaned out, breaking your kisses. You felt the tenseness building in your abdomen again.

He groaned as you felt him twitch inside you. "Fuck, you sound so hot saying my name like that."

He then hit your g-spot with the tip of his cock, pushing you over the edge. You came undone all at once, flexing your walls around him, gasping for air. Seconds later, hot strings of his cum shot through you, spilling out onto the bed along with your own. Riding out your orgasms simultaneously, your heavy breathing gradually quieted until he pulled out and sat up on the bed beside you. Watching him slide off the edge and stand up, your eyes followed him as he made his way to the bathroom entrance, ducking in for a second and returning with a towel.

Climbing back onto the bed, he leaned over you and gently cleaned you up with the towel, being extra careful around your sore clit. When most of it was wiped up, he discarded the towel onto the floor and laid down next to you. You rolled onto your side to look at him in the moonlight.

His skin had a visible sheen to it and his hair was a fucking mess - it stuck partially to his damp skin. But that only made his perfectly sculpted features more beautiful. You felt him wrap his arm around your naked waist, holding you to his body. Brushing a loose strand of hair away from your face, he spoke for the first time in minutes.

"Let's do this again tomorrow."

In your fucked out state, you couldn't respond with much else than an excited nod as you snuggled up to him. He gently kissed your swollen lips, happy.

Brushing your nose with his, he whispered: "Night y/n."

You replied by kissing him back, closing your eyes, and drifting off to sleep in his arms.

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