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slightlymore · 4 years

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oh no, mr suh, please don't spank me

johnny x fem reader

cameo: taeyong

genre: !!smut!!, roommates au, fake enemies to lovers, a little tiny fluffy angst bc it's my brand apparently

warnings: a lot of mutual teasing, finger sucking, sexting, solo f and m, spanking, marking, dry humping, hand job, fingering, slight cum play, not protected, overstimulation f and m, multiple orgasms, penetration, manhandling, oral m and f, tiny degradation (sparse use of ‘little slut’), rough

words: 7K

it’s finally here!! this one is very juicy haha good luck I guess :) keep your panties dry challenge

taglist: @comically-sleep-deprived @strawberrymilkandcigarettes @theworld-accordingtocasey @kibumingi

_____

"Johnny, get lost."

You raised your eyes to meet Johnny's peaceful face in the middle of the corridor, one of them still twitching for waking up so early.

He smirked and didn't move.

You made a step on the right.

He did the same.

"John," you made a step on the left.

His body kept blocking your way.

"Why? Are you busy?" His voice was deep and thick like honey and in other circumstances you would have wanted to listen to it forever. But that morning you woke up without a single ounce of patience.

You sighed and rolled your eyes. "Yes, unlike you."

"I'm also busy."

"Oh yeah? Doing what?"

"Getting between your legs."

In spite of everything, you couldn't help but snort once.

He has been playing that game for weeks now. A little touch here, a little compliment there, but it was the first time to see him this pushy.

"I told you that I don't want to sleep with my roommates," you walked around him, teasingly hitting his shoulder with yours.

You weren't surprised to feel his fingers wrap your arm and turn you around.

"You don't have to sleep with me. I can sleep well on my own. I need you awake."

Johnny let his palm dance on your skin until it got to your throat, his thumb rising slowly and caressing your lips. You gulped and looked down at his hand before locking eyes with him again.

"You know what I mean," your breath and moving mouth tickled his finger and the twinkle in the man's eyes amused you. You were about to add something else but decided to do something instead - giving him new ideas to continue jerking off to later, since his dick will still be dry for a long time.

But when you softly pulled his thumb into your mouth, you didn't expect to be the first to get that excited.

Johnny let out the ghost of a sigh, staring at the way your pursed lips dragged around his skin, the softness of your tongue licking the tip after giving it a good suck.

"Hm. Knew you were a little slut."

You chuckled and raised your hands to press them on his chest and push him away before turning around with the intent of leaving him hot and bothered.

But he was quicker. In a second your wrists were blocked by his strong fingers and his head was shaking.

"No touching."

You narrowed your eyes amused.

"Oh yeah? And what should I do for you to let me touch you?"

His fingers intertwined with yours and if he didn't have that lustful expression on, the gesture would have been almost sweet.

"Beg?"

You opened your mouth in a slightly surprised o.

"Me? Beg? I don't beg."

Johnny let go of your hands with a smirk and ghosted your chest until getting to the hem of the oversized t-shirt you wore to bed.

"Stop me," he whispered but all of a sudden you couldn't concentrate on forming words and frankly, you realized you didn’t want to either.

So he knelt in front of you and slipped his fingers underneath the fabric, revealing your thighs and underwear, pushing it up until exposing your stomach. His breath tickled your skin first then you felt his lips, and when he placed the first kiss you got goosebumps all over your body. Johnny chuckled slowly and palmed your legs as if getting rid of the bumps but it only added to the heightening sensation his mouth was building up. And when he took out the tongue, circling your belly button, you breathed in deeply and grabbed his hair. He liked it since a pleasant grunt formed on his lips, which were going down until meeting the cotton of the underwear, then on one side, tackling your hip with slow kisses.

Right when you were about to close your eyes and moan, you suddenly couldn't feel Johnny's lips on you anymore. You stared down just to see his annoying smirk, his locks still in your hand and his eyebrow raised upon seeing the little wet patch formed on your panties.

He got up with a swift movement as if he had finished with all of his to-do list for the day and smiled.

"I'll go make breakfast," he announced and walked around you whistling.

_____

Said breakfast was being consumed in silence.

You had to change your underwear because the situation between your legs got too much out of control and when you came back Johnny already made coffee and pancakes. With little glances at his face you wondered how come he was that calm and, the most important thing, how come there was no tent in his gray sweatpants.

Did he really think he could start a war and win? You scoffed while angrily munching on the last pieces of pancakes.

"You okay?" he licked his lips after finishing his coffee.

"Of course," you replied dryly, standing up and grabbing your plate directed towards the kitchen like a tornado.

"Your vibes are kinda dark though?" he raised his voice for you to be able to hear over the clanging of dishes.

"Mind your own business," you came back, the violent shift of air as you passed near him almost making his hair swoosh.

_____

Tight clothes? No, more. Lingerie? Uh uh, more. Naked? Maybe too much. Towel? Fuck yeah, towel.

Lips juicy, eyes glowing, and the plan was rolling as you stood inside the bathroom, grinning at yourself in the mirror, hands virtually rubbing against each other while physically they were wrapping your damp skin with the towel.

Hidden behind a corner like a predator about to attack its prey, you waited to hear Johnny's steps coming towards the bedrooms. A little noise, calm and deep, arrived to your ears first. One step forward and the collusion was perfect.

"Oh, sorry!" you bumped into him, the fabric shifting on your breasts, your fingers prudishly trying to cover yourself and - oops - failing. With hands pressed on your chest, the swell of it was even more visible now, the last drops of water shining on the skin and falling slowly inside the cleavage.

Johnny remained silent, not even a tiny ‘sorry’ escaping his lips, his eyes completely trained on your body. Then, when you were already tasting the victory on your tongue, he suddenly looked behind you as if not wanting to look anymore.

You shifted your weight from one foot to another, waiting for a more grand reaction but Johnny kept on a composed face.

After a few seconds of silence, you were about to leave, lower lip between your teeth as your plan didn't make him go rogue.

But then he whispered something under his breath and when you least expected it, he pushed you against the wall. The air got knocked out of your lungs making you breathless. "You like dangerous games?"

His tone was delicious, lips so close to yours, and you absolutely wanted to drink it all in. And he was right. You did like dangerous games and you also liked to win.

"Yeah. And revenge as well." You finally smiled as one of your fingers slowly dragged on his chest, smoothing the creases of his white t-shirt. "Am I making you feel some type of way, John?"

The man scoffed, staring you down. "Not really."

"You can't even look at me in the eyes though.”

"Eyes? Something else requires my attention now, baby girl."

The instant delicious burst of pleasure of his hands cupping your now nude breasts and his thumbs circling your hard nipples made your knees buckle. The towel, slowly falling until stopping around your waist, was dangerously close to getting to your feet if Johnny's hips weren't pressed against yours.

One step back and you'd be naked in front of him and that wasn't your plan at all.

No, no, wait. You were supposed to make him feel things, not the contrary.

Then why were you letting him touch you like that?

"Are you sure you're doing this for me and not for yourself?" Johnny smiled at your light panting and twitching fingers, pressed on his arms.

"Enough," you whined, mind already blurry, so close to beg him to take you like that against that same wall.

Johnny stopped and took a step back, his hands quickly going to your hips preventing the towel from falling any further.

"I don't have to say it since it's obvious. But I've won. Again."

You pulled the white fluffy fabric from his fingers with a huff and stormed into your room, the echo of Johnny's chuckle ringing in the whole corridor.

_____

Disastrous.

You couldn't believe that you got that hot and bothered when Johnny should have been the one salivating and losing his mind inside his room.

Throwing away the towel you looked around for your clothes when a buzz from the bed made your head turn.

"Are you touching yourself?" read Johnny's text. You snorted. Unbelievable.

You weren't going to touch yourself. No, sir. You already lost a second time. You weren't about to give Johnny that satisfaction as well.

From You: and if I were?

From Johnny: thinking about me?

From You: you wish.

You laid down, face illuminated from the phone and fingers hovering over the screen, somewhat invested in the conversation. But just a little.

From Johnny: come on. do it.

You rolled your eyes amused and changed his display name.

From You: you first

From Evil dick: hm, I love winning though.

From You: you talk a lot for someone that's fucking his fist right now :)

From Evil dick: is this what you're imagining?

From You: yeah

Johnny read the text and didn't reply anymore. You could not prove that he was taking care of his stiffy but the thought of him doing so made you feel triumphant. Perhaps it wasn't a full win but you could give yourself half a point. Only half.

Because when you put your phone down, you couldn't stop your hand from sliding between your legs either.

_____

You needed at least one win.

Just once, only once, you wanted to see Johnny's honey eyes tremble under your touch.

And the corridor was your arena apparently since the next day another opportunity arose. Short and quick.

You smiled at him exiting his room and he smiled back. His lips were about to part and probably ask if you enjoyed yourself the previous night but no sound came out of them as your fingertip gently caressed his chest. It was barely there, a slight touch going slowly down.

His jaw muscles tightened when you reached his pants and he jolted when you pulled his belt towards you.

"It was a little crooked," you feigned innocence, your knuckles definitely brushing something that made him inhale silently.

"I'm making breakfast." You smiled and walked around him, leaving Johnny alone in the middle of the corridor just like he did the day before.

_____ “That’s not a win.”

You threw your head back on the couch arm, looking at Johnny upside down, the popcorn kernel you were currently about to eat stopped against your lips.

“That was a win,” you replied.

The man put his hands on his hips. “You just touched my belt.”

You chuckled. “Yeah. Apparently that’s enough for you to cum, baby boy.”

Johnny’s cheeks rose in a tight smile as you licked the salt and butter from your fingers. The look in his eyes didn’t go unnoticed to you and you loved it. His gaze caressed your face and open lips, then your exposed throat and low cut t-shirt. You knew he loved that angle. Could you possibly get two wins on the same day?

“Want some popcorn?” you asked, handing him one kernel. Johnny put his hands on the couch’s arm, bending his frame down and taking it with his teeth. You looked away nonchalantly as his lips touched your fingers, and you grabbed another kernel for yourself.

But Johnny was quicker.

One hand on your jaw, pushing your head back even more, he took it from between your lips in a spiderman kiss.

You couldn’t breathe for a few seconds, mouth open and skin burning from where his lips touched it.

When you locked eyes again, you noticed him munching with a little smile. Still hovering over you, a few strands of hair covering his eyes, he swallowed and whispered.

“I win.”

_____

“Oh, no, I’m not drinking.”

Taeyong looked at you with the cocktail glass in his hand as if you grew two heads. “Y/N not drinking?”

“I can’t drink. I’m on duty.”

You were still sitting on the couch in a ball, eyebrows furrowed and concentrated eyes.

Taeyong took a sip from his drink then shrugged and took a sip from the one he prepared for you too.

“On duty for what?” he plopped near you making you wobble slightly to the side.

“War.”

“On Johnny?” Your head snapped towards his innocent eyes. “You know about it?”

The boy chuckled. “Want me to give you a few tips?”

He smacked his lips and shifted his weight to be more comfortable, his lids dropping as if about to share some juicy secrets.

You imitated his position and leaned in to hear better.

“Make him jealous with me.” You blinked in silence a few times then sighed, pushing Taeyong away. “Are you trying to get between my legs too, now?”

The other continued chuckling. “It was worth the shot. You can try stuff like touching him randomly, then.” You huffed. “You think I’m a newbie?”

Taeyong sipped from both of his drinks again. “Then what about making him believe he got you so you can attack when he feels powerful?”

_____

"Oh, no. I have flour on my clothes."

The dough you were working was still sticky so you got a handful of flour that accidentally went on your bottoms right when Johnny made his appearance in the kitchen.

He looked down and, indeed, noticed a light layer of dust covering your black leggings.

“Could you please clean them up for me? These are my favourites,” you pouted at him.

Johnny smiled and sighed, getting closer and slapping your butt once, then twice, then again, until all the flour was cleaned up.

"There's no reason to be this aggressive, you know?” you bit your lower lip.

"But you like it this way. Don't you?"

Another spank and you mewled, the sound making Johnny hum in appreciation.

“You’re all clean now.” He stepped back and presumably stared at your ass with the excuse of checking for some more flour.

“I didn’t say you could stop,” you whispered and almost regretted - key word ‘almost’ - saying it as your flatmate approached you again, his sudden dark aura making your skin crawl.

“You want me to continue?” his voice caressed your ear, his tone highly amused.

You acted as if gathering the courage to confess that, yes, you wanted him to spank you but, oh no, you were so shy and he was so strong, you couldn’t do it like that and in public!!? oh no, you couldn’t take it.

“N-no, it’s better if we stop here. I- I don’t think I can handle it. It will make me go crazy.”

Even if not seeing him in the face, you could almost physically sense Johnny’s puzzled aura. Laughing to yourself you wondered what kind of reaction he would come up with this time.

He didn’t say anything for a few moments and when you were about to turn your head to check on him, you felt his chest on your back and he engulfed your body with his arms as he pressed his hands on the counter in front of you.

“Okay,” he whispered into your ear. “I’m giving this one to you.”

_____

From Evil Dick: I can hear your vibrator from the kitchen

From You: I’m not using any vibrator right now From You: maybe it’s taeyong lol

From Evil Dick: lol From Evil Dick: it’s definitely coming from your room tho

From You: you’re imagining things you wish were true

From Evil Dick: I don’t imagine you getting off on vibrators From Evil Dick: I like to be included in my fantasies :)

You: typing You: deleting You: typing You: deleting

From You: fuck you

From Evil Dick: fuck me yourself From Evil Dick: 4-2 for me

Johnny smiled brightly when you barged into his room.

He was laying down in the dark, with only the phone illuminating his face.

“Are you already done?” he asked teasingly.

You stopped at the feet of his bed with crossed arms.

“I’m here to fuck,” you announced.

Johnny remained with his mouth open as his brain processed the information then laughed.

“I don’t think you will,” he sat up, resting his back on the bed frame. The movement lifted his t-shirt a little, exposing the waistband of his boxers above the sweatpants and his lower stomach skin.

You didn’t add anything and got on your knees on the bed instead, slowly crawling towards him until getting between his legs. Then you sat on your heels and took away your shirt.

Johnny followed your frame and his eyes grew wide seeing you naked underneath the falling fabric. You smiled and his loss of words and you imitated his position, sitting in front of him and opening your legs to drape over his.

“Holy shit, Y/N,” he whispered, eyes trained to where you slowly dragged your fingers.

Inhaling deeply you closed your eyes and threw your head back, gently drawing circles around your clit before pushing two fingers inside of you.

“Shit,” Johnny repeated and you whined, the wet sound telling him how you felt.

“I didn’t say I’m here to fuck you. You can’t touch me nor can you touch yourself. If you do, you lose,” you instructed breathless and Johnny dug his fingers in the mattress underneath him.

You smiled and bit your lower lip, fully enjoying his expression, his eyes looking as if drinking you in and were making you go crazy.

But then he smiled too and it threw you off.

In a second his hands were on your thighs as he pulled you towards him from underneath your knees until reaching the hand between your legs. He grabbed your wrists and blocked them in an iron grip.

“You can’t touch yourself either.”

You were breathing heavily, naked and so close to Johnny that you could almost feel the warmth of his body on your skin.

“What’s with that face, baby girl? You wanted to cum?” he cooed at you.

You bit your lower lip and shook your head.

Johnny pouted. “Hm, baby girl can’t even lie well. Are you sure you don’t want to feel my fingers inside of you?”

You closed your eyes. “I don’t.”

The other pulled you towards him by the wrists again until being able to whisper on your lips.

“What about my tongue?”

“Fuck, John, plea-” you interrupted yourself.

Johnny smirked. “What was that? Please?”

You shook your head again. “No.”

“I definitely heard you say please just now.”

Panting and on the edge you considered just not caring about anything and fuck that man on the spot.

“Truce,” you whispered. Johnny tilted his head to the side.

“It’s not over and no one wins or loses this time,” you explained.

“That’s convenient for you,” he teased.

You huffed and fully sat on his lap, rolling your hips once on his hard cock.

“I think it’s convenient for you too,” you commented after Johnny’s trembling sigh.

His eyes grew darker and his hands grabbed your ass, pressing you on himself even harder. Your arms wrapped his neck and you hid your face into the crook of it, trying to conceal your whimpers.

The rough material of his sweatpants did wonders to your sensitive clit and you didn’t need a lot to start shaking in Johnny’s arms. Your hips stopped as you moaned, digging your fingers into his shoulders but his hands on your waist forced you to go on. The overstimulation felt delicious and you didn’t care what words you mumbled into his ear, jolting every time his cock rubbed on your raw clit again and again. A few deep grunts and Johnny’s erratic movements told you that he was close too. You kissed his jaw then the skin next to it, then the corner of his lips, breathing in the air he breathed out then moaning once as he took his cock out and pumped it in his hand, spurts of warm cum coating your lower stomach. You looked down at the way it dripped between your legs and felt dizzy from pleasure. Johnny read your mind and quickly collected the drops fallen on your clit, drawing circles around it quicker and quicker until he had you shaking for the second time, head fallen on his shoulder and teeth digging into his neck skin.

You remained like that, breathless and fucked out until you finally could manage to raise your head again. “This never happened,” you whispered and Johnny nodded amused.

_____

You yelped as Johnny’s wide palm slapped your butt unannounced. "John! I'm near the stove!"

"Good morning," he smiled sweetly as he retrieved two coffee mugs from the cupboard.

"What if I burnt myself?" you accused him even if you both knew it was highly improbable.

"I would have kissed the bruise until the pain disappeared," he placed the mugs down and walked around you, positioning himself behind you and trapping you with his arms. One hand turned the stove off and the other danced on your stomach pulling you against him.

"When will you stop?" you tried to steady your voice since your ass rubbing on your roommate's crotch wasn't exactly calming.

"When you'll beg," he whispered in your ear with his playful tone. "But I'm not trying to do anything now. You were so caught up into staring at me that you didn't notice the eggs and I'm here to save them."

You put your tongue inside your cheek to prevent yourself from smiling. Johnny breathed in as if trying to add something else but the sound of a voice made you both jolt.

"What are you guys doing so early in the morning?"

You almost forgot you had other roommates besides your sworn enemy poking at your back with his cock.

"Teaching Y/N how to make good eggs."

Taeyong raised one eyebrow at the scene in front of himself. "Yeah. Adding a sausage does make your eggs taste better."

"Oh my God," you mumbled, turning around and pushing a chuckling Johnny away.

"Do you want to know my recipe?" Taeyong raised his voice since you were already leaving the kitchen.

"Two sausages--," then a smack and a fit of laughter as Taeyong promptly apologized for even daring to assume he could add himself into the equation.

“Come on. I thought you were in a good mood this morning by the looks of that bright red hickey.”

“Yes and I don’t share what’s mine.” You almost stumbled on our own feet in the corridor.

"I'm out of town this weekend, by the way. If you want to go all out…" was the last thing you heard and the one giving you the best idea for your new plan.

_____

It was almost two in the morning and Johnny was nowhere to be seen.

You rolled over on the bed with a huff then kicked the blanket staring at the lingerie you were wearing with sudden disgust.

It was the weekend and the house was empty - the perfect occasion for you to play with Johnny. And where was he? Probably fucking somebody else.

You were sick with anger.

Getting out of the bed - his bed where you waited for him - you stripped out of the sexy lace and grabbed the first t-shirt you found. It was one of his and even though it was clean, it still smelled like Johnny.

You got back under the covers and crossed your arms on your chest, eyes closed and eyebrows furrowed.

It wasn’t jealousy. You didn’t care if Johnny fucked other people. It’s not like you even fucked properly in the first place. You were just irritated that your plan didn’t work as you wanted it to.

With an argh you turned on your side and hugged the other pillow, Johnny’s scent engulfing you all again.

God, he made you so mad.

_____

The first thing you realized as you woke up was the fact that your room didn’t have a black accent wall.

The second one was Johnny’s arms around you - one behind your head and the other one thrown around your waist.

You were sleeping on your back, one hand placed on top of his and the other one on the veiny forearm. With one finger you followed one of them until reaching the bicep then you slowly turned your head to look at him in the face.

He didn’t close the blinds when he came home last night so the sun was shining brightly behind him, making him look like an angel.

You smiled for a moment, staring at his calm expression and listening to his regular breath before widening your eyes in horror and snapping out of your sweet thoughts.

What was that?

You didn’t care about John Suh and you definitely didn’t care about the way his caramel hair was draping on his forehead.

“Mm,” his raspy voice accompanied his strong arms pulling you towards him as you tried to slip out of the bed. “Where are you going?” he mumbled, eyes still closed and very much half asleep.

You sighed and relaxed on your back again without a word and when Johnny rolled you over to face him you didn’t resist it.

“Did you sleep well?” “Where have you been?” you spoke on top of him.

The words, or maybe your tone, made Johnny’s eyes open in an instant.

You weren’t looking at him, your eyes were low on his chest instead. He raised one hand to cup your cheek with the intent to make you look at him but you flinched.

“What’s going on?” he questioned.

You sighed again and shook your head. “Nothing. I’ll make breakfast.”

As you tried to get out of the bed again, Johnny’s arms didn’t want to leave your body. “Y/N. Wait. Stay.”

His hand got to your face a second time and this time you locked eyes with him.

“I was out. Like most weekends,” he explained.

You gulped and nodded. “Good.”

“No, it’s not good. You don’t seem to like that.”

You didn’t add anything, neither denying nor confirming it.

Johnny’s eyebrows met in the middle. “You’ve never had a problem with that.”

“I don’t have a problem with that,” you finally managed to get out of bed and Johnny let you go this time.

“I didn’t fuck anyone, if you’re wondering,” you heard him say as you walked the few steps towards the door.

“I don’t care if you fuck people, Johnny.”

“You do.”

Your feet stopped in place. “I don’t.”

“You’ve just made the same expression you put on when you claim that you don’t want me to touch you and we both know that’s a lie.” His voice was calm but stern. “Just admit it.”

You just resumed walking and exited the room.

_____

It was weird and not something familiar to your gut, but every time you saw Johnny, you felt the urge to either kiss his lips, cry on the floor, punch his face or run away.

The first was understandable, even if weird; the second one was absolutely weird and you had no idea what the fuck was going on with you; the third was also highly understandable.

But it was the last one that you chose.

So when Johnny entered the kitchen you got out. When he opened the door to his bedroom you closed yours. When he sat on the couch, you got up.

Until he couldn’t take it anymore and barged into your room unannounced.

“Hey! Knocking maybe?”

You were on the bed, scrolling through your phone and looking absolutely impresentable.

“Talk to me.”

You rolled your eyes. “I’m not in the mood to play right now, John.”

He walked over and sat on your bed.

“I don’t want to play. You’re avoiding me.”

“Look, it was fun for a while, but I don’t feel like continuing the little game we had going on. Let’s go back to how it was before.” Y

ou hoped you sounded convincing to him because you didn’t sound convincing to your own ears.

Your words did make Johnny put on a sour expression though and you pretended to not notice.

“Okay,” he said after a moment and you retrieved your phone from the bed, expecting the conversation to be over.

Yet, when he placed his palm on your thigh your hand stopped in mid-air.

“What are you doing?”

He looked down to where his finger slowly caressed your skin, creating little goosebumps all over it. Then Johnny looked up and whatever expression you had on, it was enough for him as he suddenly got up and left the room.

_____

“Brr, this house is colder than the heart of my elementary crush after he refused to share his food with me.”

Both you and Johnny ignored Taeyong’s words, busy rolling your peas into your own plates.

“What happened while I was away?”

“Nothing happened,” you mumbled.

“Hm,” the boy commented, munching on his food. “Wait,” he stopped, struck by realization, “ you mean like - nothing - happened? This is why you’re both mad? You didn’t fuck?”

You rolled your eyes and got up with the plate in your hands.

“She’s mad because she doesn’t want to admit that she has feelings for me.”

The bomb that Johnny threw made both Taeyong and you shake in your places.

“What?” you asked incredulously. “I don’t have feelings for you.”

Johnny calmly put down his fork and looked up at you.

“Well, I do.”

You opened your mouth in a silent shock while Taeyong initially gasped then soon after shrugged, whispering under his breath. “I mean, it was kinda obvious in his case.”

“And I don’t like the fact that you think I have space in my mind for other people besides you,” he continued. “Because it’s not true.”

“Woah,” Taeyong rested his back on the chair as if watching a soap opera.

“Did you really have to do this in the living room at dinner time?” you asked him after a few seconds of opening and closing your mouth like a fish.

“Oh?” Johnny raised his eyebrows. “You want to take this to the bedroom instead? Let’s go,” he got up suddenly.

“Aw, guys, come on. You always hide the funniest stuff from me!” whined Taeyong seeing you leave.

“You know what I mean!” you replied to Johnny but still followed his quickly moving frame inside his room. He closed the door behind him and crossed his arms on his chest as if waiting for you to talk.

“What?” you imitated his position.

“Say something?”

“I don’t know what to say! What does one say after all of that?” you questioned.

“Do something? I just said I am in love with-”

In the end you did something and that something was wrapping his neck with your arms and kissing him deeply.

Johnny remained still for a moment as if shocked before finally relaxing his arms and tightly pulling your body towards his.

Your mind was empty and you had no idea what was going on but after a few seconds of tasting Johnny’s tongue you were already thrown on the bed. It creaked under Johnny’s force and you jolted at the way he dragged your pajama pants down. No sexy outfit and no lace lingerie to meet his eyes, yet they were full of such intensity and lust that you realized it didn’t matter at all. Hands in his hair, you raised your bust to connect your lips again.

“I was so fucking mad you weren’t home that night. I thought I was about to go crazy,” you breathed out while Johnny was palming your torso, lifting up your t-shirt and cupping your breasts.

“I know. Punish me then. Show me your anger,” he joked. But his reply turned a switch into your body and you managed to push his chest away from you. He smiled at your reaction and rolled over on his back, letting you straddle his lap.

“I’m going to tease you so much until you’ll be the one begging me to touch you.”

Johnny caressed your thighs. “Hm. I don’t need any teasing. You’re breaking me with your mere presence. Please, please, touch me.”

Your breath got stuck in your throat and you couldn’t see anymore. The grunts leaving Johnny’s throat as you bit into his neck were so hot that you wondered what stopped you from letting yourself hear them before. And when you moved to his chest, then stomach, littering his skin with love bites his muscles twitched under your touch.

You had no words to describe how it felt to have him inside your mouth. Heavy, hot and so present, you choked only on a third of it.

“Shit,” you mumbled, taking it out and pumping it instead with your hand.

Johnny loved it anyways and he looked at you with such intensity that you wondered if you could make him cum with only a few kitty licks.

“It’s alright. You don’t have to,” he breathed out.

“It’s alright. I know I have a monster cock and you don’t have to suck on it if you can’t handle being deepthroated,” you mocked him trying to imitate his tone. “Well, I want to and I will.”

And so you listened to Johnny’s airy chuckle, broken by the feeling of your mouth on him again, this time deeper than before.

“You love a challenge, huh?”

You would have said that, yes, you loved it and you loved to win, if it weren’t for his cock sliding down your throat making it difficult to talk.

“Fuck, baby, that’s- oh shit-,” he grabbed your head as you bobbed your head up and down a few times before you couldn’t take it anymore and let it out with a lewd plop.

“Baby?” you raised one eyebrow at him.

“You don’t like it?”

“Do I look like a baby to you?” you smiled with wet lips, your hand restlessly pumping his cock hard and fast.

Johnny grunted again, his hips rising to meet your touch even more.

“Hm, no, you look like a little slut right now,” he agreed with a smirk before his expression changed again into, you realized in that moment, the best view you’ve ever seen in your whole life. Head thrown back and completely at your mercy, Johnny came hard, his whole body twitching as his cum spurted on your hand and face.

“I think I won this time,” you pumped him a few more times before letting him go. “Hm, you drink so much coffee,” you smacked your lips after licking his cum off your fingers.

“This wasn’t part of the game.”

“Yeah, well, I’ve just decided that it was,” you shrugged.

Johnny grabbed his discarded t-shirt and cleaned his stomach. “So, are we playing now?”

His tone got dangerous and his expression made your wet pussy even drippier but you had no time to worry or form a single thought about it since you suddenly found yourself with the face on the mattress instead.

You turned your head sideways to be able to breathe and Johnny’s hands didn’t even try to be gentle when they pulled your panties down.

The loud smack arrived before the sensation of his big palm on your asschecks could. When you finally felt the burning sensation, another slap added to that.

Your fingers grabbed Johnny’s blanket, preparing yourself for the third spank, absolutely not expecting his tongue inside of you instead.

“Fuckfuckfuck-” you mewled but your sounds only made Johnny more ferocious, hands opening you up, eating you out as if he’d been dying to do so for a long time. And it was true for yourself too, but no imagination of yours could have realistically portrayed the way he was making you feel and no fingers of yours could reach as deep as his did, fingering you fast, tongue not stopping for a second, not even when you violently went over the edge with the loudest moans you’ve ever heard yourself emit.

“You win, you win-,” your rough throat tried to stop him from torturing your overstimulated clit and you heard him suck on his fingers after he let you go.

“Okay, I’ll take it. But this is just the beginning. Are you going to let me fuck you, baby?” he caressed your ass, going down to your waist and cupping your breasts.

The movement made his cock poke at your entrance and you imperceptibly opened your legs even more.

“Yes, please,” you whispered back, turning your head to meet his lips as he lifted your chin.

“Hm? Say that again?”

“Please.”

His tip easily slipped inside but the stretch still made you hiss through your teeth. Johnny shushed you, kissing your shoulder and neck until he bottomed out. “You can handle it, right baby?” You tried to nod but his first thrust knocked the air out of your lungs and you let your head fall down again with a whine.

Johnny moved again and again then stopped with a grunt. “Beg a little for me again.”

You bit your lower lip, his tip pressing right when you needed it to and you wanted him to do it non stop.

“I don’t think I will beg again,” you whispered with a smile and started to move your hips instead. It was a sloppy and slow job, nowhere sharp and quick as Johnny’s, but you had to win again.

The man let your ass bounce on his stomach a few times, staring at the way you were stretched around him then he grabbed your waist and left you all empty.

You whined, clenching yet nothing being inside of you anymore.

“I said beg.”

His breath was now on your spine, his wet mouth placing kisses on your skin, making it shiver and taking some of it in his teeth, sucking on it until he was satisfied.

But you remained silent and he clicked his tongue at your stubbornness. In a single go he filled you up again and this time he never stopped.

He was breaking you in half and if you hadn’t already had tears in your eyes, this would have been the time to start crying from pleasure.

“Holy fucking shit--John-” you cried out, breath rhytmically broken by his deep thrusts and when he added his slaps again, you just lost it all, cumming so hard that the neighbors were probably ready to call an ambulance.

Johnny stopped balls deep inside of you, feeling the way you clenched around him. And when you thought it was over, when you barely started to hear again, he moved as hard as before, shushing you and pressing his fingers roughly into your skin.

“You can handle another round, right baby? You’re such a pretty little slut with a bigger attitude than she can carry. This is nothing for you.”

Fucked dumb, you could only nod and Johnny started to lose control himself, hair sticking to his sweaty forehead, some drops falling from his collabones to his chest. And when you felt his cum spurt inside of you, you finally begged, repeating it again and again. Johnny didn’t stop and you knew that you wouldn’t be able to move at all the next day when your muscles contracted for the nth time in so little time, collapsing completely after Johnny slowly slipped out of you.

His breath felt wet and boiling on your face when he dropped beside you.

He swallowed a few times trying to catch his breath. “Fucking finally. I knew it was going to be epic. Why did you refuse me for so long? Look what you missed.”

You would have snorted if you had the force so you resorted to just let out a whine. “I refused so I couldn’t see this. I have a big attitude? Well, you have the biggest ego in the world.”

Johnny turned his head towards you. “And cock.”

You rolled your eyes and accepted his hands pulling you towards his chest.

“Ew, you’re sweaty,” you mumbled. He kissed your forehead. “And you love it.” “No,” you denied it, “butIloveyou,” you added quickly.

Johnny shook your body in a hug. “Hm?? Say that again.”

“I didn’t say anything!”

That grown man pouted at you making his eyes wide and glossy. “Please?”

“Whoa,” you smiled, “are you acting cute at me right now? After killing me with your monster cock?”

Johnny nodded cutely and repeated the plea.

“Okay, okay. I-- love you.”

He chuckled happily and tightened his arms around you again, squeezing you in an almost mortal hug.

“Again.”

You sighed realizing that you were suddenly dealing with a child.

“I love you.”

And you repeated it again and again until you were sure that he finally fell asleep.

With one hand to caress his face you finally indulged in staring at him, fully realizing what that weird sensation in your gut was.

“I really love you.”

Your whisper was tiny and barely audible but Johnny smiled.

“I know. And I love you too.”

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hubbytaeil · 3 years

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28, 29 and 59 for doyoung

Doyoung + #28 The problem is, if I kissed you, I don’t think I’d be able to stop, #29 You’d better be quiet if you don’t want to get caught, #59 Take another step and I can’t be held responsible for my actions.

genre: smut

word count: 2k+

warnings: angry sex, kind of fuckboy!Doyoung, degrading, mentions of cheating (wow who hurt her)

soundtrack: perfect crime - tinashe

-ˏˋ⋆ ̥ prompts ̥ ⋆ˊˎ-

"I don't think you should be here." "See, that's where you're wrong, y/n." Doyoung grins, standing on your front door like many times before. "I'm exactly where I should be." He takes one step ahead in the privacy of your home, not caring about you protesting, not listening to you cursing at him. "You're not welcome here, Doyoung. How many times do I need to tell you?!" "Oh, I thought I was welcome enough last time."

Your throat runs dry at the remembrances of your last encounter. "You liked that, didn't you?" Doyoung proceeds to make his way into the living room, approaching the back of your red couch. He begins looking at it as if he's seeing it for the first time. You get a rush of heat remembering in what lewd position you and Doyoung were just last week on that very couch. You always believed yourself to be strong in spirit, but Doyoung was the greatest exception to your prerogative. In his presence you lost all your common sense, he made you weak and, worst of all, deep inside you enjoyed it. But at the same time, you couldn't quite forget how he had played you, talking to multiple girls at the same while you were 'dating' or whatever it was that you guys were doing. And yet, Doyoung still came at your door whenever he felt like it, as if nothing happened, having his way with you so easily it was actually ridiculous and then leaving after everything was over. You cursed yourself every time you let him in to mess you up. But this time, you're determined to end this. "You need to leave. This is over." "But why? We have so much fun together." Doyoung whines, balancing his slender figure on the cushions, all the while eating you up with his eyes only. "No, it's not fun. It was temporary thing, and now it's over. Now, you need to get the hell out of my apartment before you wake my roommate up. And believe me, she doesn't like you." Doyoung remains unfazed by your threats, just because he has heard this probably a million times before. It's clear that he's not willing to go anywhere, not until he has you where he wants you. “That’s alright, we don’t need her for what we’re going to do. Unless of course...” Doyoung evilly snickers and you take your head in your hands. “You’re so full of shit, you know that?” you ardently affirm, glaring at him. “And you’re pretty when you’re angry.” Doyoung’s soft voice clashes with his true intentions. “That’s it, I’ve had it.” You whisper while grinding your teeth with rage. “If you’re not going to leave, I’m going to throw you out.” Swiftly, you take long steps towards him (minimizing the noise) to grab him by his shoulder, arm, whatever you can get your hands on to drag him out of your house and, hopefully, your life. Doyoung holds out his right hand, stopping you from going any further. “Take another step and I can’t be held responsible for my actions, y/n.” You swear you’re about to smack away that stupid grin he’s wearing. “Save this shit for someone else Doyoung. I’m sure your girlfriends like this little act, but I’m sick and tired of it. So, for the last time, please leave.” The frustration is clear in your eyes but Doyoung is unreachable. He just limits himself to stare at you with doe eyes until he finally stands up straight. Without hurrying,Doyoung takes the longest time to come face you, leaving you impatient with every tap of his feet. “Well, I guess this is it.” You’re surprised to see him give up so quickly, he’s definitely up to something. “I’d kiss you goodnight but...” before he can finish his sentence, Doyoung runs his fingers along your exposed arm making you shiver. You want to reject his touch, but your body says otherwise. You can feel yourself craving more from the small contact and you feel ashamed for being aroused in this moment. “...you see, the problem is if I kissed you, I don’t think I’d be able to stop.” Doyoung whispers so close you can feel his breath against your cheek. It’d be so easy to just give in, to just throw your arms around him and let him fuck you right there where you’re standing. However, the more reasonable part of you doesn’t want him to win. You give Doyoung the fakest smile you could ever make. “Go kiss someone who’d actually fall for your bullshit then.” He chuckles, getting ready to set his trap. “I was about to.” “You, son of a-” Doyoung takes advantage of your open mouth ready to curse him, grabbing both sides of you face, connecting your lips in the least gentle way possible. Your attempts to free yourself are just temporarily successful. “Fuck you, you can’t-” and you’re cut off again by his tongue brushing against yours. All the names you were about to call him are forgotten, your mind gets cloudy because, as much as you detest to admit it,Doyoung’s kisses are like a drug to you. You grab his shirt, not caring about ruining it. He grabs a fistful of your hair, pulling it slightly. With the help of his hand, he forcefully tilts your head to the side to attack your neck. You whimper softly in protest. “You’re such a dickhead.” You cover your mouth to muffle your moans. “Maybe.” Doyoung hisses as he looks at you with a deadly stare. “But you sure seem to like getting fucked by a dickhead.” He arrogantly removes your t-shirt as he says this, throwing it away. “And you also seem like it when I call you my slut.” Your core throbs at the name you’re so familiar with. Doyoung gets back to his abusing of your mouth, while beginning to ruthlessly knead your breasts, not expecting a comeback, not this time. It’s your turn now to pull his hair to get him closer you; he releases a low grunt when you start to rub yourself on him. “I gather, you’re not that mad anymore.” Doyoung mocks you, squeezing both of your ass cheeks, eliminating the now inexistent space between your bodies. You stop the movement of your hips against your will to look at him. “Oh no, I’m furious. So, now we’re gonna go to my room and you’re gonna fuck me, is that clear?” You perceive Doyoung’s erection twitching in his pants at your statement, you have never acted like this and it’s surely a turn-on for him. Without hesitation, you’re dragged into your own bedroom. Before you enter, you steal a glance at your roommate’s door, praying for her to be sound asleep. Once you’re in, you immediately grab your key, just in case. As you’re about to turn it, Doyoung grips you roughly from behind, licking your neck just how you like as he unclasps your bra ever so easily. “Wait a fucking second, Jesus...” you whisper in between your teeth, but it doesn’t come out as intimidating as you wished, rather it sounds more like a whiny whimper. When the door is finally locked, Doyoung wastes no time before quickly pulling you on the bed, him now seated on your mattress and your back against his chest. Your jaw is entrapped by his hand, his lips eagerly bruising the skin of your neck, and just when the last hickey he gave you was starting to fade away, you thought. In response, after you’ve freed yourself from your pyjama shorts, you commence grinding your bottom on his hardness; you hear him release a low sigh in your ear. “You’re not going to cum like this, are you?” you tease maliciously, softly biting one of his fingers. Doyoung grunts out of annoyance and pleasure before removing his fingers from your mouth a gripping your hips so harshly that he leaves a few crescent moons on your flesh. “No, but you are going to, y/n.” And like that, you can feel the entirety of his member pressing on your needy area. It’s not enough of course, but Doyoung knows where to press for you to feel that sweet knot forming in your stomach. You feel your panties getting soaked and you’re sure you’ll leave some stains on Doyoung’s pants, but that doesn’t bother you. It feels so good and yet so wrong, which only adds to the fun. Doyoung’s cock feels amazing even like this, however you crave more than simple humping. “Please stop...” “Why would I stop? Don’t you want to come immediately like the slut that you are?” he grunts with a snap of his hips which makes your head spin. You have to firmly remind yourself that you are not alone in this apartment, for how much you want to scream and plead. Why can someone you loathe so much be able to strike your chords in all the right ways for you to turn you into a moaning mess? You despise Doyoung for this, yet right now all you can think about is something else. “S-stop, I want...” “Yes? C’mon, say it.” “I want to come on your cock, please Doyoung.” You purr in his ear, hoping to get something out of it, and thankfully it works. Doyoung stops himself, aggressively throwing you off him. By the look he gives you once he’s on top of you it makes you think that he’s going to destroy you. “Open your mouth.” You’re reluctant to obey, frowning. “And stick out your tongue.” And you do, but not how he intended it. You mockingly show your tongue to get him on his nerves. “I said open your fucking mouth.” Angrily, Doyoung forces your jaw open, spitting in it. He doesn’t even have to tell you to swallow, to which he hums joyfully. In approval of your behaviour, he gladly slips his expert fingers inside your panties, touching you faintly; you sigh never breaking eye contact. You want to slap Doyoung’s patronizing stare away. “In the end you just want to be a good little girl, don’t you?” he coos, now giving more attention to your clit. You click your tongue in disapproval of his statement, trying not to show just how good he’s making you feel. You let your hand go back to his scalp, pulling his ear to your lips. “Not for you, I don’t.” you hiss, biting into his shoulder. Doyoung sets himself free from your grip, beginning to shabbily unbuckle his belt. “Of course.” he affirms, licking his lips. “Because it feels so much better to be fucked like this.” His shirt is thrown on your desk chair. “Like a fucking whore.” Once his cock is out, you fight the urge to touch it, you’re not going to break that easily. “Then do it, you fucking coward-” Doyoung forces his hand on your mouth before you can get any louder in insulting him. You breathe heavily against his palm, out of pleasure and rage, to Doyoung it is indeed a sight to see. “You’d better be quiet if you don’t wanna get caught, baby.” You grumble, slapping his hand away. Rapidly, since you’re desperate to get your release soon, you reach out for the drawer next to your bed. You grab a condom and you throw it in Doyoung’s way, not wanting any complications. You’re surely not the only girl he will have fucked already this week. At first, he stares at it a bit in doubt, but doesn’t say anything when he sees the flames in your eyes when you take off your panties. Doyoung silently puts the condom on, laying on his back. In no time you’re on top of him and his eyes open wide. “What do you think you’re doing?” He clearly had other plans for you two. “You said it yourself.” you sigh, aligning his cock to your wetness. “Pardon?” “I’m a slut, remember?” You take in a deep breath, letting Doyoung’s member fill you up with just one energetic movement of your hips. “therefore, I’m going to ride you like one.” You’ve never seen Doyoung’s eyes shake like this on any occasion, it’s definitely a boost to your confidence. Doyoung swallows over nothing at the sight of your delicious body hovering over his and the feeling of your pussy taking him in. You find balance putting your hands on either side of Doyoung’s head, letting your knees help you in sharpening your movements. Soon after you’re drowning in pleasure, Doyoung’s cock hitting deep inside of you. It’s getting frustrating to stay quiet for both of you. “Fuck, you take me so well.” mutters Doyoung before pulling in you for a wet kiss. You take advantage to release a silent moan inside his mouth. “Oh, do I?” you pant, quickening the rhythm, sensing his dick twitching against your sweet spot. “Yes, you do.” Doyoung murmurs in between moans. Right before he can grab your hips to take over the act, you shove his hands against the pillow, keeping them there. “Is that why you keep coming back here, uh?” as you say this, you decide to slow down enough for him to grunt in dissatisfaction. “No one else’s pussy feels as good as this.” You give him a grin before getting back to where you’d started. “Fuck, y/n.” you’re making Doyoung loose his mind with your filthy words, his eyes shut completely and his mouth has formed a silent ‘o’. He pleads for a kiss and you satisfy his request, that’s when your grip in his wrists gets weaker and he manages to set himself free, making you gasp. He sits up on one hand, the other setting the pace for you. You’re about to send him to hell but the new position allows him to hit it even harder. “You’re right, no one can do it like you.” the sudden praise surprises you but also sends a few sparks flying. “You ride it so well, look at you.” you cling to his shoulders, in desperate need to go even harder. You breathe heavily into ear, until your voice comes out into mere squeaks. “Yes, you deserve this. C’mon, I know you’re close.” Doyoung lays down once again, giving you full control. You look at him, riding him mercilessly, bouncing you ass up and down until the knot is loosened up, making you reach what you think is the best orgasm of your life. Doyoung quickly gets on top, positioning his still hard cock right back in. “F-fuck, I can’t...” “Yes, you can. Fucking take it like the good slut that you know you are.” Doyoung growls which makes you tremble. He’s going harder than he’s ever done with you and the oversentivity from your previous high is sending you over the edge. “Cover my mouth.” you order whispering and you don’t need to tell him twice. The lack of oxygen making your vision blurry, Doyoung pumping into you as fast he can, swallowing his own moans. Soon you’re pushed once again over your limit, coming almost simultaneously with Doyoung.

After he’s pulled out, you remain on your sides of bed, panting heavily. Neither of you have the wish to commence any sort of conversation. There’s no need to. You keep staring at the ceiling, even when Doyoung leans over to plant sweet kisses in the crook of your neck. “I think you need to leave.” He freezes where he is, tilting his head to look at you. You don’t bother to do the same. “Can’t I stay for a while?” you actually give it a thought. The truth is, you know you’ll break down in the coldness of your bed later once he’s gone. How long will you be able to keep up with the tough girl act? “I don’t think it’s a good idea.” Doyoung pulls you closer, shifting your face towards his, wrapping your waist with his arm. “Just for a minute, then I’ll leave. You’ll never see me again.” Seems like a proper plan. The drowsiness of your intense session is definitely kicking in. “Alright, just a minute.” you yawn exhausted, which makes Doyoung chuckle. “Shut up.”

But then ‘one minute’ turns into five, then later ten. Before you know, the sun is hitting on your face. You rub your eyes carefully. “Shit.” you curse, at the sight of sound-asleep Doyoung wrapped in your sheets. “Now, this will fun to explain.” “I’m trying to sleep, y/n.”

#doyoung au #doyoung scenarios #doyoung imagines #doyoung fic #doyoung smut #nct smut #nct au #nct scenarios #nct imagines #nct 127 imagines #nct 127 smut #nct 127 scenarios #wayv smut #wayv scenarios #nct dream scenarios #nct dream smut

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hitoshisbabygirl · 3 years

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Keys hit the table and the usual grunt of cuss words fill the living room of the shared apartment of Bakugou and his roommate [ ]. Hearing the angry blonde enter [ ] felt herself getting up as she entered into the shared living room of them “Bad day?” She asked as vermillion eyes glanced towards her concerned [ ] ones. “ ‘M fine'' The usual grunt filled the room as he pushed back past the worried girl. Frowning and used to this curt greeting of his from the last few days [ ] sighed and went back to their kitchen yelling to the blonde that she started a shower for him, getting no real response from him.

Bakugou and [ ] had an odd relationship. They started to live together because of the boys burning his kitchen on their day off when they all lived together. He told the others ‘She was the only smart one out of his dumbass friends and the only one he could trust to not burn his place down’ and with that the usual group of Sero, Denki and Kirishima moved out of his place and to the place beside him ,the group wanting to still be around the grumpy blonde. [ ] was used to coming over with Mina and the group being around before Bakugou asked her, quite aggressively one day ( Oi you're moving in with me, i'm tired of these dumbasses destroying my place on their days off of patrol) which is how they ended in this arrangement

Even with Bakugou being a handsome and very popular hero with ladies, he never had anyone over, no awkward run-ins with [ ] staying there, nothing at all. He rarely even left the house to visit the others unless he knew he had the time for it. Bakugou was dedicated , being the #2 hero he had little time for much outside of work. He refused to take brakes, no matter how much [ ] and the others tried to get him out hed huff and puff about work until he actually had fun at whatever function it was that he was dragged to so he could get fresh air

He'd been like this since highschool when she met him. Angry , confidence that was more like cockyness, a temper to be messed with, prideful and not afraid to speak his mind, good or bad. [ ] could remember from when she used to get paired with him how smart he actually was, but how he could also belittle you if you didn't realize he gave you backward compliments. She owns him over with taking him head to head on, in practice battles and in the work behind the scenes. Bakugou wouldn't admit it but [ ] kept him together, more than he let show on the outside. From bandaging him up after an intense fight, to letting him vent when he was angry ; [ ] was there for everything, his good , bad and ugly.

Hearing the showeer turn off [ ] continued to find them something to eat as the silence in the room was comforting. As dinner started she took his hero clothes to the washer, starting the load so he'd have a fresh outfit, even with him having multiples of the hero costume, he was quite fawn of the one that he had gotten during highschool, the measurements needing to be increased heavily for his now large size but that was nothing for [ ]. As a gift once he got his own agency she had repaired the old threads, even going far enough to bulking them up so they'd be less prone to ripping or shrinking. That was the one time [ ] had seen emotion flash through the stoic blonde before he thanked her, genuinely with a rare smile that blessed his face.

Soon though, she felt a presence in the room. Turing around she was met with those same vermillion eyes, this time the look in them unreadable as he stared his friend down “Yes Kasuki?” [ ] said as she turned back to the boiling pot of rice on the stove “What Are cooking?” He asked as he stood over the aisle to see what she was stirring. “Rice so far, do you want chicken, fish or beef to go with it?” She asked as she turned to the still staring blonde, his eyes wavering as she stared back at him “Are you okay Suki?” [ ] said again as he pushed himself up , crossing around the aisle before going to her side “You don't have to do this for me” He said as she ignored him “ So Chicken is fine?” “[ ], i'm not a child you don't have to keep treating me like one” Sighing the girl turned to him, seeing that he was hunched over the counter, stretching his back as she could see the pained expression as he pulled out the muscle “Sit down yeah? Consider this an early birthday present to you” [ ] said as he gave her a glare “That doesn't mean you have to constantly cook and do shit like this for me, I have two weeks before it anyway” “Katsuki, sit down and take the kindness i'm giving you and hush” Pointing with her stirring spoon [ ] shooed the now grumbling and fussing blonde away. Just a usual day in the apartment

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Hearing a loud cuss from the living room [ ] got up to see her roommate slump against the door, face tensed in apin as he ganced to the concerned girl “Shit, fix your face princess ‘m fine, just a bit of - fuck…- jsut soem pain is all” Reaching for the blonde [ ] helped him in, the larger male trying to hold up his weight as much as he could as she helped him to their bigger bathroom, sitting him on the toilet “Do you have any cuts or anything? Should we go to the doctor?” [ ] asked as a large hand sat over hers that went for his shirt “Im okay [ ], just some bruising and some little cuts here and there okay? Don't worry your pretty head about me” Feeling her face heat up she ignored what he said and started to help him out of his clothes, showing her a dark and slightly bloody mess of his rib cage. Wincing from the sight alone she started to lightly clean around the open wounds and surface scrapes around them. As she did he told her about the recent building that was destroyed from him using his blast too intense in one area like the villains he fought wanted him to. Another bad habit of BAkugous was beating himself up when he felt like he did poorly, which took a lot of trying to get him to let out. He would just overwork himself instead of relaxing and taking time to cool off and realize he wasn't the issue. “Any pain when I push here?” with a slight push bakugou hissed, eyes closing as she pressed deeper on his rib cage “Sorry sorry” Wrapping him up as tight as he could take [ ] stooped to look over his injuries, a frown on her lips “Stop it” Bakugou said, causing the girl to blink at him “ Stop what?” She asked as he met her eyes in the mirror “You're pouting. I'm a big boy thats what me being a hero is for i can take it , don't baby me” Her frown now deeping [ ] pushed his shoulder “Well you need a break , last week you were babying your shoulder now your ribs, im calling you in sick” Growling Bakugou went to sat something until he saw her face ; fear. She was afraid one night he wouldn't come home, that it would be the others telling her he was gone permanently. With a deep sigh he reached for her hand, pulling her back to him as he gave her a hug. Concerned and trying to come to her racing heart she looked up to those deep eyes of his, the same concert starting to fill them “ [ ]...i'll take the week off it makes you happy and rest, I’ll be okay alright? Just...please..I dont want to disappoint the one person who helps me even when im stupid and tells me what i need to hear without just agreeing with me” Shocked at his words all [ ] could do was rub his arm and bury her face in his warm chest, inhaling the smell of smoke and burnt caramel from his skin “Oi princess..” He rasped out as she just hummed , not moving from her spot. With ease the still injured blonde picked her up effortlessly and placed her on the sink, causing her to cry out. Slowly he let his hands trace her face, their eyes studying the other as he pressed his forehead to hers “Thank you..for dealing with me” He whispered against her lips as they slowly closed the gap between them, lips sealing in a soft peck. As soon as it happened it was over, Bakugou pulled away before he got too invested. Biting his bottom lip he gave her a lopsided smile, heading to his bedroom

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4/20, The day of the birthday boy Katsuki rolled in a lot faster than he thought it would. Sitting up slowly he looked around his dark room, the bright light of 2:00 am mocking him as he got up to go to his kitchen. Seeing [ ] humped over at the computer sparked the explosion heros curiosity. Finishing his glass of water she came over to her, seeing that she had one last piece of paper in her hands that strangely looked like….

“Are those my reports?” a deep voice rumbled out. Letting out a screech [ ] jumped, turning in the swiveling chair to an almost adorable sight. A shirtless and sleepy Bakugou was rubbing his eyes as he let himself focus on her “Uhm...well yeah they are. They're all done now!” [ ] said as she gave him a wide smile whined the blondes' frowns deeped “You did all of my paperwork?” He said in disbelief as she looked at her hands , picking at her hand “Well yeah...I wanted you to have a non stressful birthday” She admitted as he scoffed , getting closer to her as he wrapped his arms around her neck and the top of the chair “You're so sweet...too good for me….” He grumbled as he hid his face in the nervous girl's neck. Gasping as she felt his hot lips kiss the junction of her neck she couldn't help but lean over more . letting him absentmindedly kiss her all over her shoulder and neck, little ‘Thank yous’ spilling from the tired man's lips. Still following his same path he worked his way up to her cheek, basking in the little laugh she let out as he nuzzled under her chin. Slowly what happened a few days ago repeated itself, they were face to face as his still sleep swarming eyes stared back at her curious ones. Tapping her bare leg from her seat she moved as he took her by the arm to his room. Hearing her heart in her ears [ ] sucked in a breath as he flopped on his luxury bed, making grabby hands at the standing girl. Giggling [ ] crawled in the bed with him as he pulled her on top of him “[ ]....” He groaned as she looked at him. Licking his lips as whispering Bakugou spoke “ I really like you...You and shitty hair dont have to do much for me all i want is you…” He said as she gave him a wide eyed look, not sure she heard him right “Yeah im finally admitting it...ive had a crush on you for a while...i never noticed it until Shitty hair called me out for having a worse mood when that good for nothing vibrating little shit tried to steal you from me at the banquet” As the comfortable silence filled the room he spoke up again “ And i really...wanna kiss you….but im scared you wouldn't like me back...after all these years of dealing with my shit and how i can be...your like a godsend to me..” As he opened his eyes to her he was surprised to feel her lips press against his , full and warm. Slowly he wrapped his arms around her waist, holding her in his lap as they kissed more and more, the kiss becoming deeper as she pulled away, whispering a soft ‘ I love you’ as he kissed her again until they drifted to sleep in eachothers arms.

#mha #bakugou katsuki #fluffy #ah domestic Bakugou #4/20 happy birthday Bakugou!#hbd baby #I love this man 🥺#my angry pompom #bakugou x reader #bnha bakugou #bnha #katsuki bakugo x reader #this was supposed to post yesterday but yknow it didn’t work 😀#i hate it here sometimes #ahem anyway #enjoy!#💕💕

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starshapedkookie · 4 years

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“everything i’ve wanted.”

CONTINUATION OF: “i’d rather be dead.”

pairing: jungkook x female reader

summary: The aftermath of Jungkook breaking up with his long term girlfriend hasn’t gone how you were expecting. After all, you believed with her out of the picture, everything with Jungkook would be easier and he would finally be yours. Turns out, Jungkook’s guilt for what he did may be the one thing that’s stopping him from fully giving his heart to you.

genre: angst, smut, little fluff, college au

word count: 10.7K

includes: mentions of cheating, swearing, drinking, smoking, unprotected sex (wrap it up gentlemen), dry humping, hair pulling, feelings of being used

note: hi welcome back. if you haven’t already please read the first part (i’ve linked it above😊) this was written on a whim of inspiration to continue one of my favorite things i’ve written. less smutty details in this one but that’s fine lol. please give me some feedback if you want & enjoy the shitshow!

It had been exactly one week since the party. One week since you found out Jungkook had broken up with his long-term girlfriend. One week since he had taken you back to his place and made you his—finally. Or so you had thought. One week, seven days, 168 hours, and 10,080 minutes since you had last seen or spoken to him.

You had tried to reach out at least once day, sending him a call or text only to be left unanswered. In the two months you had known Jungkook, you hadn’t gone one day without at least texting each other. The first time exchange numbers was to keep up with a friend in the class you shared, only later down the line to turn more inappropriate. You hated this. You weren’t sure what was wrong with him. You only wanted to help him and be there for comfort, but he obviously needed space.

You had bit your nails down to the quick before you realized and had skipped more meals in the past week than you ever had in your life. You didn’t know why you were being like this—you and Jungkook weren’t dating. The circumstance far from that. After all, he was the one who had just left his girlfriend of nearly two and a half years—he has a right to feel down.

You had thought after so much time of him longing for you—fucking you—after she was out of the picture that the two of you would ride out on a stallion into the sunset. Maybe you misread the situation. But after so long, you wanted Jungkook—you wanted him to be yours. You waited long enough—it wasn’t fair for him to shut you off like this.

“Earth to Y/N,” a snap takes you from your thoughts. You blink your focus to Min Yoongi and Mina—your roommate and best friend—along with the new black haired friend that’s in one of Mina’s classes. Yoongi was a nice guy—quiet and reserved, but super thoughtful and always telling it like it is.

“Sorry,” you laugh, stabbing at the salad in front of you aimlessly, not planning on finishing it.

Mina eyes you curiously, “Are you okay? You’ve been acting kind of strange,” she says tilting her head slightly. Even Yoongi who hasn’t known you but for a few weeks max, would agree with Mina.

“Oh, I’m fine,” you brush it off, “I’m just really stressed about midterms,” you say. It was partially true. You were stressed about Jungkook, but even more stressed about your next round of exams mainly because you had yet to start studying—because you were busy worrying about Jungkook.

Mina only half believes you. “Okay, just let me know if anything’s wrong?”

You know she means best, but sometimes you wish she wouldn’t go creeping into your personal life. She knew about yours and Jungkook’s situation and was not a fan, obviously. You couldn’t help but fear she knew exactly why you were acting strange—no matter how much you tried to fool her.

“I’m gonna get a coffee,” you announce standing up from the table, “Want anything?” You ask Mina and Yoongi. They both shake their heads before looking back at their laptops.

You walk over to the coffee shop, squeezing through the crowds of people. Peak lunch time was the absolute worst in the dining halls on your campus. Freshmen, sophomores, juniors, and seniors all trying to eat at the same time was a horrifying sight. Especially for someone like you who didn’t want hundreds of pairs of eyes looking at you.

You place your coffee order, plain black with three sugars, before someone catches the corner of your eyes. It’s Jungkook. He hasn’t noticed you and you feel your heart racing just from one glance his way. He’s picking up a Grubhub coffee order and before he can walk away you say—

“Hey,” you offer with a small smile. Jungkook’s eyes flicker over to you and his face is unreadable. He scratches the back of his neck awkwardly before speaking.

“Uh hey,” he says monotonously before turning on his heels and walking away from you. You watch his back as he walks away from you and you don’t think your heart has ever felt like this before. The sharp pain in your chest is hard to ignore and you can’t help but wonder; what have you done?

You grab your coffee before walking back over to the table where you and your friends sit. You don’t even get fully in your seat until Yoongi is asking you a question.

“You know Jungkook?” He asks. You nearly freeze and you ignore the way Mina’s eyes flicker up from her computer.

“Uh yeah,” you say, “We have a class together,” you leave it at that.

“Gotcha. We’re frat brothers,” he says and you stop yourself from rolling your eyes. Of fucking course they are. “He’s been kind of MIA this week, acting weird and shit.”

You raise an eyebrow at him, “Really?” You act like you don’t know what he’s talking about.

“Yeah apparently him and girlfriend broke up, did you know her too?” he asks. You have to fight the urge of your skin wanting to heat up. Mina is looking dead at you right now and you choose to ignore her fire-bolt of a stare.

“Uh, no not really,” you clear your throat awkwardly.

“I just didn’t know if you knew what was going on with him,” he says, “Not that you guys care,” he laughs dismissing the subject.

You look at your watch before gathering your things up. “Well I have class in ten minutes. I’ll talk to you guys later,” you say.

“Wait up, I’ll walk you. My class is on the way,” Mina says gathering her things too. You internally groan. Fuck.

“Alright, see you later,” Yoongi says waving the two of you off.

Once you and Mina are outside away from the commotion, she immediately begins to question you.

“Jungkook and his girlfriend broke up?” She presses, “Did you know this?”

You had failed to relay this information to Mina as you weren’t sure how to approach the conversation. If everything was normal between you and Jungkook it would have been an easy conversation to have—a relieving one at that—but we see how that’s turning out.

“Uh yeah,” you say kicking a rock as you walk.

Mina’s eyes nearly pop out of her head, “What the fuck and you didn’t tell me?!” She scolds you.

“Why do you care so much?” You shoot back at her.

She rolls her eyes, “Um maybe because my best friend had been fucking him behind his girlfriend’s back for two months, that’s why I care,” she half whispers, “Is this what’s been going on with you?”

“I’m fine Mina,” you say.

“Bullshit,” she spits, “Shouldn’t you two be happy about this?”

As much as she hated the circumstance—she knew you and Jungkook just clicked.

“He hasn’t spoken to me in a week,” you say simply approaching the building your class was in. Mina’s eyebrows furrow.

“Wait… seriously?” She seems just as confused as you feel.

You nod, “I don’t know what’s up with him,” you sigh, “I’ll see you later okay?”

She lets you go and once you get to class, you don’t even open your laptop, staring at the back of the chair in front of you the whole time.

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You thought you were dreaming when you got a text from Jungkook the next evening around 8:30 PM. Your mouth goes dry and your hands clammy as you fumble with your phone.

[Jungkook 8:32 PM] what are you doing

[You 8:34 PM] Nothing much

[You 8:34 PM] What about you?

You bite your lip nervously as the bubbles show up of him typing.

[Jungkook 8:35 PM] can I come over?

You think your heart skips a beat and you don’t think you can reply fast enough.

[You 8:35 PM] Of course

Mina was out studying in the library therefore you were by yourself. You could use the company and Jungkook is easily the first person you could think of you that you want to be with right now. You tidy up the messiness that’s consumed your room the past week and make sure the living room and kitchen were clean enough for your liking. You’re throwing on a sweatshirt as you hear a couple knocks on your door.

You hurry over, opening the door quickly. Jungkook stands there dressed in all black—black sweatpants, a large black long sleeve shirt covering his frame. His dark hair is messy and his eyes are tired. You probably look the same to him.

“Hi,” you squeak out, stepping aside for him to come in.

“Hey,” he says, seeming much more relaxed than he was at the coffee shop yesterday afternoon. His eyes glance around your apartment, “You here alone?” He must have taken note of the silence within the walls.

“Uh yeah,” you shut the door, “Mina’s out at the library with our friend Yoongi,” you explain watching his frame carefully.

“Min Yoongi?” He asks, his gaze turning back to you.

You nod, “Yeah… he’s in your frat right?”

“Mhm,” he nods, “I like hyung a lot.”

“Yeah he’s nice,” you say and you swear the tension rises after each passing second of him being here. It’s suffocating.

You lead Jungkook back into your room and shut the door as he lays down on your bed with a deep exhale. He covers his eyes with his arms and you sit down on the edge of the bed, eyeing him carefully. He seems distressed and you aren’t sure what to say to him.

“H-how are you?” You ask him hesitantly. He removes his arms from his face, looking at you and then over to your desk scattered with school work.

“Not good,” he says, again monotonously, but truthful.

“I figured,” you are careful with your word choice and you keep your tone low, barely audible. He laughs and you can’t tell if it’s sarcasm.

“Why do you say that?” His eyes finally meet yours and stay locked. His tone isn’t serious, but it isn’t exactly playful either.

You bite your lip, breathing heavily, “I mean… you haven’t spoken to me in over a week so I just thought…” you trail off, not sure how to finish what you’re saying.

His eyes don’t leave yours and his gaze is too heavy for you. You look away as he speaks again.

“Y/N,” he says, getting your attention again, “I’m sorry… I’m just going through a lot right now…”

You turn back to him, shifting your body to face him more. His hand is right by your leg and your tempted to grab it—and you normally would have—but you don’t this time.

“You can tell me anything Jungkook, you know that,” you tell him honestly. He knows this and you shouldn’t have to tell him.

He stays silent. He looks as if he’s trying to find the right words to say, but he doesn’t know how to formulate them. He looks down at your body before putting his hand on one of your legs that’s bent towards him.

“I just thought this would be easier,” he says, his thumb rubbing small motions on your bare skin, “It’s been hell.” You think he’s nearly on the brink of tears but he pushes them away quickly.

“Jungkook,” you say putting your hand on his, “It’s the process…” you pause, “I know what you’re going through—“

“No you don’t,” he snaps, pulling his hand away from you. His eyes are narrowed and burning holes in your skin, “Don’t fucking say that Y/N.”

Your lips part in shock. He’s never raised his voice at you, this being the closest thing to that. You ease your gaze on him, not wanting him to be angry at you. Everyone has gone through a break up—and the healing process is the fucking worst, but it’s something everyone goes through—he can’t say you don’t know what it feels like when you do. You don’t defend yourself though, wanting to deescalate his mood.

“Jungkook just let me help you,” you say in almost a whisper, feeling your emotions beginning to creep up the more you look at him. He’s so goddamn beautiful and perfect in your eyes, you couldn’t stand seeing him like this.

His eyes are stormy and he looks as if he’s debating something. He sits up more on his elbows, reaching one of his hands out. You take it slowly and soon he’s pulling you on top of him. Your heart drops into your stomach at his touch—fuck you’ve missed it.

You sit perched on his abdomen, his hands firmly around your waist as the two of you stare at each other, waiting for someone to make a move.

“I don’t deserve you,” he says quietly and you shake your head instantly.

“Don’t say that,” you tell him and he licks his lips quickly and a little too tempting for you.

“Come here,” his voice is deep and you swallow harshly before leaning down to close the gap between the two of you. When your lips meet after an entire week, your whole body sets ablaze. His lips are always so damn soft, sometimes chapped, but not today. Your hands rest on his shoulders as you two move with each other, his own hands slipping underneath your sweatshirt to grip your waist better. You already feel hot and want the material off of you but you want to make sure this is what Jungkook wants before you do anything furthur.

“Jungkook,” you pull away from him momentarily, “Are you sure?” You don’t know why you’re asking because you already know his answer.

He nods quickly, moving the sweatshirt material up from your frame. “Yeah, I’ve missed you so much,” he says and you help him pull it over your head leaving you in your sports bra. He leans up again to close the large gap between you two. You tangle your hands into his hair when his tongue dips into your mouth, once and then twice, sending your core a shockwave. His lips move from your mouth, to the corner of your mouth, to your jawline, and down your neck slowly and tortuously. With the grip in his hair, you pull him impossible closer to you and you shift your weight from his tummy down to his crotch, settling where he needs you the most.

You move your hips experimentally against his sweatpants and he sends a small groan into your ear. You do it again and you groan at the feeling. He pushes your bra up and over your head and quickly attaches his mouth on your left nipple. You continue to grind against his growing member, your clit being stimulated slightly.

Jungkook detaches his lip from your nipple and he quickly rids himself of his shirt before kissing you again. His hands rest against your ass and he pushes you to grind on him again. He moves his hips to meet up with yours and you let out a moan against his lips when part of his shaft hits just where you need it.

You feel an orgasm already approaching as you rock yourself onto his clothed length and you want him inside of you as soon as possible. You need it.

“Fuck, Jungkook I think I’m gonna come,” you breathe out, your forehead resting against his. He rocks up into your clothed core a little harder this time and it’s becoming too hard to stay quiet.

“Come on punkin,” he says against you, “Come for me baby.”

With his words, you find yourself over the edge and your jaw drops as your orgasm quickly washes over you. No—it’s not the best orgasm you’ve ever had but it feels damn good after so long. He covers your mouth with his as you moan into him, your body stifling above him.

“I need to fuck you,” he groans and his brown eyes look almost black as he stares into you. You nod quickly and you get off of his lap, quickly pulling down your pajama shorts and underwear, him doing the same with his sweats and own underwear.

“I don’t have any condoms,” you tell him and he nearly knocks the breath out of you when he flips you over on your stomach.

“It’s fine punkin,” he says and he’s already lining himself up with your entrance. The small friction sending a chill down your spine and you nearly collapse onto your elbows. He slowly enters you, both of you sending harsh groans to each other. Your hands grip the bedding, Jungkook’s left hand gripping your hip just as tight as his other guides his length fully into you.

Once he bottoms out, he has to breathe heavily to stable himself. You look at him over your shoulder and he’s looking right back, his chest heaving up and down. He starts to move in and out of you slowly and your head falls into your pillows.

“Fuck—shit,” he groans throwing his head back, watching the way he enters and leaves you through slitted eyes. His pace is agonizingly slow and you yourself start to move back onto him, fucking him from the front. You moan deeply as you feel all of his length fill you up. Jungkook watches as you fuck yourself onto him as he listens to your small ministrations. From this angle, his tip hits the right spot deep within you and you’re picking up your pace before Jungkook halts your hips against his.

“Jungkook,” you whine, needing to feel him fast and hard.

“What’s wrong punkin?” He teases and you groan as he slowly pulls out of you and back in again.

“Fuck,” you can’t hold yourself up anymore and you go down on your elbows, trying to focus on your next orgasm that’s slowly building up.

“Want me to fuck you harder?” He says deeply and he leans forward, grabbing a fistful of your hair, pulling your face up from the mattress.

“Yes, Jungkook—goddammit,” you’re almost frustrated the way he plays you like this. It’s all he needs to hear before he picks up his pace, thrusting himself in and out of you quickly but not too fast for either of you. He pulls on your hair each time he sinks into you, his other hand kneading your ass between fingers. His own small whines have picked up as he fucks himself faster into you and you feel your toes curling at the familiar sensation of your climax coming. To your surprise, Jungkook’s hand smacks down onto your ass quick and hard, once then twice, which causes an animalistic groan to come from his mouth.

You reach up in between yourself and rub your sensitive bud to send you over the edge and once it comes, your whole body feels like it’s shattering from the sensation.

“Jungkook…ah, fuck,” you whine loudly and he lets go of your hair, both of his hands holding you firmly against him as he chases his own high.

“Almost there baby, jesus—fuck,” he stills deep within you as he cums. Your name and a string of curse words flowing out of his mouth quietly. You collapse against your bed as he pulls out of you. You’re spent and you nearly don’t have enough energy to turnover. When you do, you almost ask Jungkook to spend the night until you see him gathering his things, pulling on his underwear.

“A-are you leaving?” You ask him, covering yourself with a small blanket on the end of your bed. Jungkook’s eyes glance at you before finding his shirt.

“Yeah… I gotta chapter meeting… for the new pledges,” he says, not really paying much mind to his words.

Your mouth parts, “Oh.”

You expected him to stay—you wanted him to stay. It was always either one of you leaving after you fucked—but you thought that would be over once he broke up with her.

“I’ll text you okay? I promise,” he’s slipped into his shoes and he leans down to your face, kissing your lips gently but not long enough for your liking.

“O-okay,” the disappointment is evident in your tone and Jungkook notices, but he pretends he didn’t hear it as he leaves your room, closing the door behind him.

You stare at the door, unable to process what just happened. You feel yourself start to get emotional, tears threatening to spill out of your eyes. You cover yourself with your blanket more, feeling lonely, used, and vulnerable. As the first tear falls from your eyes, you don’t stop the others that follow. For the first time in a long time, you’re spending a Saturday night by yourself, crying your eyes out, unable to get those brown eyes out of your head.

_____

Jungkook never texts you. Not Sunday, not Monday, Tuesday, or Wednesday. It’s starting to look like another week is going to go by without hearing from him. You were worried to say the least. Jungkook had never ghosted you and this was now becoming so out of the ordinary, it was something you couldn’t brush off anymore.

Thankfully on this Thursday afternoon, Yoongi offered to grab some food with you as you study together. You were quiet once again and Yoongi couldn’t help but ask what was going on.

“Y/N,” he says and you look up from your notes to meet his gaze.

“Hm?” You mumble under your breath.

“I’m gonna be honest with you,” he pauses, “I haven’t known you that long but you’re kind of worrying me…”

Your shoulders and face visibly drop. “I swear I’m fine, I just—“

“You don’t have to lie to me you know,” he interrupts you, his eyes burning holes into yours.

You glance away from him, slumping back into the chair you are currently sat in.

“Can I assume this is about a guy?” Min Yoongi was a quizzical person—a very smart person at that. Deep down, you wonder if Mina had mentioned anything to Yoongi about yours and Jungkook’s situation, but you know she would never do that.

“Sure,” you answer bluntly, not bothering to hide the displeasure in your tone.

His mouth goes straight before almost curling into a smile, “Wanna talk about it?”

“Not really,” you mutter. You couldn’t talk about it.

“C’mon,” he starts, “We’ve both taken basic psychology classes and we both know ignoring your problems doesn’t make them go away.”

You furrow your eyebrows at him, “Are you volunteering to be my shrink?”

He laughs before speaking again, “I charge five dollars an hour, that covers my Starbucks order.”

For the first time in awhile, you send him a genuine smile. You stare back down at your notes, knowing you aren’t retaining any of the information so possibly a study break would help. Perhaps you would open up to Yoongi some—but leaving out some minor details.

You breathe out heavily before shutting your notebook, leaning onto your elbows. Yoongi watches you carefully, doing the same as he shuts his laptop to give you his full attention.

“Well, it’s kind of a long story,” you warn. Yoongi looks at his wrist that doesn’t have a watch sitting on his skin before saying—

“I’ve got all the time in the world,” he smirks and you roll your eyes. “Time is a social construct so I’m all ears.”

“So there’s this guy,” you pause, thinking about your word choice carefully, “We met a few months ago in class and I would see him around at parties. And uh… we both hit it off together well, but then a bombshell dropped that he had a girlfriend, one for awhile at that.”

Yoongi nods his head, signaling you to continue.

“Um, well skip through a couple weeks and,” you pause, getting ready for the embarrassment that’s about to flow through your body, “We hooked up… like hooked up, hooked up.”

Yoongi’s face falls some, tilting his head to the side, “So…do you feel guilty? Is that why you’re acting weird?” His voice is calm and not demeaning like you were expecting.

You shake your head slowly, “Well… the thing is we kept hooking up, for a couple months,” your voice is uneven and shaky. You hated to admit being the ‘other woman’ but in your moments with Jungkook you couldn’t have cared less.

“Hm,” Yoongi says, “Okay… can I ask why? I mean you knew he had a girlfriend…?”

You bite your lip nervously, “Well every time we were together, he told me that he wanted to be with me and he didn’t know how to end things with his girlfriend.”

“He sounds like a pussy,” he scoffs with a laugh and you have to fight the temptation for your cheeks to fill with heat. “Are you still hooking up with him? Does he still have this girlfriend?”

You shake your head, “No, he broke up with her recently and… I thought that everything would fall into place now that she’s out of the picture,” you pause, “But he hasn’t really spoken to me since they broke up. I’ve only seen him a couple times since he called it quits.”

Yoongi’s eyebrows furrow, seeming to be somewhat confused. He opens his mouth to say something, but no words immediately come from it.

“I wish I could tell you why this guy is doing this, but honestly I can’t,” he responds, “Do you know if he told his ex about you?”

“I’m not sure… I’d hope not,” you rush the last part.

“Wouldn’t you want to you know? I mean if your partner cheated on you?” He asks. Cheating. Probably your least favorite word in the dictionary.

You shrugged thinking carefully about your answer, “I’m not sure… maybe if I suspected something?”

Yoongi’s eyes soften, “Maybe his ex suspected something? And now that she might know why he broke up with her, he feels guilty about it now.”

A confused look spreads across your face. You’re not really following. Jungkook didn’t seem to feel guilty anytime his dick was inside of you, why would he feel guilty now?

“I mean maybe he’s pushing you away because he’s trying to cover his ass. Like I said, if she suspected something, seeing her ex with a girl right after they broke up would probably confirm any suspicions she had,” he rationalizes and once you hear those words, it makes sense as much as you don’t want to admit it.

“I guess that makes sense,” you mumble, staring down at your horribly picked cuticles. “I just wish he would say something to me and not leave me hanging like this.”

Yoongi debates saying his next sentence—but he’s not one for a filter.

“You probably don’t wanna hear this but I don’t think you should be this upset over this guy. He cheated on his girlfriend and then strung you along and has left you like this… sounds like a guy you shouldn’t want to be with anyways, single or not,” he says truthfully.

His words hit you like a ton of bricks. Maybe you had been so infatuated with Jungkook and his huge dick—you couldn’t see that maybe he isn’t what you need right now. Maybe Yoongi’s right?

“Maybe you’re right,” you mutter, slumping down fully in your seat, crossing your arms over your chest.

“Have you told Mina any of this?” He asks.

“Yeah, she found out pretty quickly what was going on.”

“What does she think?”

You frown slightly, “She hated the fact that I was demoted to homewrecker but she said if we made each other happy…” you trail off looking at your now cold coffee.

Yoongi chuckles, “Well, don’t settle for the class of a homewrecker, you’re better than that.”

You give him a small smile again, “Thanks.”

“What are you two doing this weekend?” He asks with curiosity.

“I don’t know yet, not sure about her either,” you answer.

“Well, we’re having a party to welcome in the new pledges. You two should come,” he smiles ever so slightly.

You think about protesting when you remember that Yoongi and Jungkook reside in the same frat but that soon passes your mind when you realize you’re in desperate need for some fun. You’re sick of sulking in your room watching The Office for the umpteenth time.

“Sure,” you say, “I’ll let her know.”

He nods and you almost don’t hear him when he says, “You better.”

A smirk creeps up on your face, “Is Min Yoongi sweet for Mina?” You tilt your head jokingly.

“Yeah, yeah fuck off,” he flips you off from across the table before pushing his chair out, “I gotta get another coffee if I’m sitting here with you for another hour.”

You laugh, “Get me one!”

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Never in your time at university had you put so much effort into your appearance to go to a fraternity house. Alas, here you were trying on your 10th outfit of the night and double touching up your makeup.

“Y/N! Come on! Our Uber’s here!” Mina yells from your living room and you groan loudly. You look at your black jeans and black blouse that shows some of your cleavage before running out to the living room, holding your booties in your hands.

“I’m coming!” You respond, grabbing a water bottle of vodka in your other hand. You follow Mina out to the Uber and she sits up front while you hop in the back. You quickly slip on your shoes so you’re not barefoot anymore as the driver begins to speed off to the familiar fraternity house.

Knowing you should have started drinking an hour ago, you twist the lid off of the vodka bottle and tip it back into your mouth, making sure the driver can’t see you in the dark. After a big gulp, you pull away and a shiver sends down you spine. Fuck, you hated vodka—why were you doing this to yourself? Then you remembered—Jungkook. You had to get him out of your head to enjoy this night and the only way to do that was to get absolutely plastered. You take another swig and Mina eyes you from the front seat with a judgmental look before laughing to herself.

You had not told Mina about the conversation you had with Yoongi. You weren’t planning on it either. Should would probably kill you if she knew you told him your deepest darkest secret. Granted you were smart enough to leave Jungkook’s name out of the picture but she wouldn’t have cared.

Another ten minutes go by before the driver pulls up to the curb in front of the house. You and Mina thank him before walking up to the scene. It’s about 10:30 PM and there’s already a plethora people here, the music loud, and the smell of different types of smoke coming from all directions.

“Mina! Y/N!” You are greeted at the door by non other than Park Jimin. The hunky guy you nearly hooked up with a couple weeks back before Jungkook obviously changed the plan and fucked you in one of the bathrooms at this very house.

“Hey! What’s up?” You give Jimin a side hug, holding your vodka bottle close to your chest. He also gives Mina a small embrace before pulling away.

“I’m on door duty tonight so no alcohol for me,” he says with a pout, “But don’t let me stop you!” He smiles and steps aside from the door to let the two of you walk in.

The hallway is crowded and a Drake song plays loudly over the conversing. You hold onto Mina’s hand tight, dragging you through the corridors to go to the dance floor. Before you get there though, you run smack dab into the chest of Min Yoongi.

“Oh. Shit, hey guys!” He smiles brightly and you’re sure he’s buzzed.

“Hey,” Mina hugs him quickly.

“You guys wanna drink?” He leans down between you to half yell his question. Both of you nod and he gestures to follow him. He leads you into the kitchen/bar you are quite familiar with before digging into a cooler to fetch some drinks.

You take another shot from your bottle and then hand it to Mina—her needing to catch up with you.

“Here you go,” he hands over a classic hard seltzer and you gladly take it.

“There’s a lot of people here tonight,” you say louder than usual.

He nods, “Yeah all these pledges invited pretty much anyone they looked at this past week,” he laughs. You offer him the vodka bottle but he shakes his head quickly, “I gotta DD at 2 AM, I can’t get shitfaced as much as I’d want to.”

“Gotcha,” you turn to Mina and she takes another shot. After she’s finished, her pointer fingers goes to you and she signals for you to come closer. You lean into her, her mouth near your ear.

“Have you talked to Jungkook?” She asks trying to keep her voice down so Yoongi won’t hear.

You shake your head, “No, why?”

“No reason,” she shakes her head and you furrow her eyebrows at you.

“What are y’all whispering about and why am I not a part of this conversation?” Yoongi butts in and both of you push against his chest.

“It’s nothing Yoongi,” she sends him a sweet smile and you’re sure his eyes melted at the sight, “Come on, we’re gonna go dance,” Mina says grabbing your wrist.

“We are?” You ask.

“Yup, c’mon,” she pulls you away from Yoongi before you can object and you finally feel the effects of the alcohol fogging your brain.

An EDM songs rips through the walls and before you know it, both of you have let loose and released all your stress in the world. All you know is that you needed this. After the two weeks you’ve had—this was only the beginning of your night and it wasn’t ending anytime soon. You and Mina continue to pass the bottle back and forth, sipping on the harsh liquor until half of it is gone. Mina’s hands are on your shoulders as both of you scream the lyrics of the current song into each other’s faces. Although your head spins and each time you jump up and down you stumble, it’s the happiest you’ve felt in a long time.

Between everyone’s yelling of the lyrics and yours, time suddenly feels like it stops when you meet a familiar set of brown eyes across the room.

The sight of Jungkook makes you head to a full spin but when you realize who is standing beside him—you feel like you could hurl—his ex-girlfriend. What is she doing here?!

You steady yourself onto Mina, breaking Jungkook’s gaze on you before turning to her.

“I’m gonna g-get another drink,” you stumble your sentence and she nods quickly before she leans to you.

“I’m gonna go talk with Hanna, I haven’t seen her in awhile!” She tells you and you give her a thumbs up before walking away from her and Jungkook’s line of sight.

You get back to the kitchen and find that Yoongi hasn’t moved—he’s now talking to a handsome guy who you’ve only ever seen around the frat.

“Y/N!” Yoongi greets you again, “Have you met Taehyung?” He asks.

You shake your head, steadying yourself against the island in the kitchen, “No, hi… I’m Y/N,” you introduce yourself as sober as yourself will allow it.

Taehyung has a boxy smile—it’s cute. “Nice to meet you,” he says.

“I need a drink,” you announce, stepping between the two frat brothers, heading straight to a cooler. Yoongi notices the way you stumble and almost fall onto your face before he’s grabbing your hand.

“Wait, Y/N come on, let’s slow down,” he offers seriously. You jerk your hand away from his.

“No I think I want a drink,” you tell him pointedly before digging around and pulling up another carbonated beverage. You crack the can open and smile to Yoongi, “Cheers.”

You down half the can in one gulp and Yoongi again grabs at your arm to pull the drink away from you.

“Fuck off Yoongi,” you step away from him and look back at Taehyung, whose eyeing you up and down. Maybe you’ll have this one tonight. Yoongi notices the way you’re practically drooling over Taehyung and he rolls his eyes.

Yoongi says something in Taehyung’s ear before he nods to the older brother, giving you one last glance, and walking away from the two of you. Your mouth falls open.

“Are you fucking kidding me Yoongi? I wanted to talk to him,” you pout and cross your arms.

“I think you wanted to do a little more than talk,” he narrows his gaze, “Come on, finish that drink and be done—“

His sentence breaks when he notices your gaze shift behind of his back, your face falling at whatever you’re staring at. He looks over his shoulder and sees Jungkook walk into the kitchen, seemingly looking for something to drink. Yoongi looks back at you and the way your gaze softens, your lip nearly trembling at the sight—Yoongi begins to piece what he was suspecting together.

He steps close to you, leaving little to no room to breath, “Is it Jungkook?” He asks you. Yoongi hadn’t said anything when you spilled what was on your mind to him—but he had an inkling that your said “guy troubles” were over someone he knew very well.

“What?” Your gaze breaks from Jungkook, your heart settling when you see he’s alone and not with her. He hasn’t spotted you himself yet.

“The guy you told me about… it’s Jungkook isn’t it?” He asks again. Your head is spinning but once you realize what Yoongi is referring to, you swear it sobers you up some.

“How do you know that?” Your face drops, “What did Mina tell you—“

“She didn’t tell me anything,” he cuts you off. “Am I right?”

You look back over at Jungkook who is talking with some other brothers before you begin to nod slowly.

“Yeah, it is,” you say slowly, trying to control your breathing and your emotions all at once. Jungkook was all you wanted and seeing him standing there looking breathtaking as ever—your heart ached for him. “Why is he here with his ex?” You ask him.

Yoongi furrows his eyebrows, “Is he?” He looks behind him once more, but doesn’t see her so he wonder’s if you’re that drunk you’re seeing things.

“I saw them together, like five minutes ago,” you say. “Do you know if they’re here together?” Your voice is desperate and rushed.

He shakes his head slowly, “No I don’t know…”

Your jaw clenches the longer you look at Jungkook and you feel your blood boiling but your heart skipping beats simultaneously.

“I should talk to him,” you announce.

Yoongi’s eyes widen, “Y/N come on,” he laughs, “Are you sure you want to do that?”

You nod your head, “Yeah… yeah I do,” you give him a flat smile and before Yoongi can stop you, you are marching your way over where Jungkook stands with his mates.

As if you’re a magnet, Jungkook’s eyes immediately fall onto your approaching frame and he shifts uncomfortably when he sees the small perk of your boobs from your shirt. You approach the group with a small smile.

“Hey guys,” you say, “Jungkook.”

“Y/N hey,” he says with an uneasy tone, “Guys do you know Y/N?” He asks his friends and you nearly roll your eyes. You needed to speak to him—alone—not with these goons around.

“Jungkook do you have a lighter?” You ask him as nonchalant as you could in your intoxicated state.

“Uh,” he feels around his back pockets, “Yeah, here,” he hands it over to you but you only stare at his hand without taking it.

“Come outside with me?” You give him a weak smile and ignore the pointed stares from the other guys standing around you. Jungkook hesitantly pulls back the lighter before nodding.

“Alright,” he says, “I’ll talk to you guys later,” he dimisses himself and he grabs your hand to pull you outside. Though he doesn’t intertwine your fingers, his touch alone is enough to send flames through your veins.

He leads you onto the all too familiar back balcony where hardly anyone else is outside. Perhaps the chilly, autumn weather being that culprit for that or the party is just too good no one wants to venture elsewhere. Either way, you were glad no one else was around you and Jungkook right now.

You lean against the balcony, pulling out a cigarette from your bra—a clichéd classic. You put the cigarette between your lips before Jungkook pulls it out of your mouth.

“Hey! What the hell—“

“Don’t do that nasty shit,” he scolds before pulling out some of Juul-like device from his front pocket, “Here,” he hands it to you and you gladly take it from him. You inhale the strawberry—you weren’t quite sure due to your drunken state—vapor once, twice, and then a third time before you hand it back to your onlooker.

“Thanks,” you say shooting him a lazy smile. You full take in his appearance as he’s dressed in light denim jeans and a sweatshirt that’s a least a size too big for his frame.

“I didn’t know you were coming tonight,” his voice is low and timid. You sway side to side slightly as you get lost in druken thought.

“Yoongi invited me,” you answer him bluntly. He’s not standing too close to you as he’s got about a foot in between you.

“Oh,” he mutters, his eyes looking away from yours briefly.

“You haven’t texted me you know,” the liquid courage was strong with that one. Jungkook’s face contorts as he obviously wasn’t expecting your statement. He tries to say something but you cut him off. “Have I done something?”

Jungkook notices the way your eyes are glassy and the way your lip quivers when you ask the question. It makes a sharp pain shoot up his chest into his throat. He’s cornered and he has no idea what to say.

“No,” he finally says something after a too long silence, “You haven’t done anything.”

“Why are you here with her?” The question that’s been hanging on your drunken tongue finally comes out.

“We’re not here together,” he says almost defensively.

You narrow your eyes at him, “Then what are you doing Jungkook? You can talk to your ex but not me?”

Jungkook knows you are drunker than you need to be and that this isn’t a conversation that should be held right here, right now. After all, he didn’t know if anyone could be listening in on the conversation.

“Y/N I should you take home, you’re really drunk right—“

“Why so you can fuck me and then leave again?” You spit your words at him. You wanted him to know how awful he made you feel last week.

“No Y/N—“

“Because I’m sick and tired of that Jungkook,” you pause and there are now tears threatening to spill out of your eyes, “I just thought that n-now it would b-be different,” anger laces through your words and Jungkook can’t ignore it this time. “You’re fucking cum was still inside of me when you left,” you seethe your words and Jungkook flinches some.

“Please Y/N can I take you home? We shouldn’t do this right here,” he says as a stray tear falls down your cheek. “Fuck no, please don’t cry, it’s okay,” he steps closer to you and pulls you into a hug.

“J-Jungkook,” you mutter into his chest and try to hold in the rest of your tears. As drunk as you were, you knew he was right and that you two shouldn’t be having this conversation right now. Your arms are tight around his torso, “Will you take me home?”

He nods, “Of course.”

Everything going on in Jungkook’s head was raging full speed right now. He’s thinking about you, his now ex-girlfriend, the cheating—it’s all too overwhelming. But with you in his arms threatening to spill tears everywhere, his heart is pulled in your direction and he just wants to get you home safe. Jungkook manages to call an Uber with you hanging off of his arm and he escorts you out front to ignore from going back inside. He knew you would be embarassed being seen like this and thankfully he cared about you and he wasn’t going to let that happen. Your Uber arrives and as soon as you get in the backseat, you rest your head on Jungkook’s shoulder, your eyes closing into a snooze.

_____

You’re stumbling up the stairs to your apartment with Jungkook holding you up with ease. Despite his slim frame, he was all muscle and you were pretty easy to keep up. Your short lived nap in the Uber went by all too quick before Jungkook was pulling you from the car. You felt slightly sick, but you tried your best to hold down whatever was rumbling in your tummy as he opened the door to your apartment.

You nearly tumble over when you begin to walk towards the kitchen, but once again, Jungkook is there to catch you.

“Hey hey,” he pulls you up from your waist, “Be careful okay?” His eyes meet yours and you feel like you could melt into his arms. He rests you against your kitchen counter and as he tries to walk away you pull against him to keep him close to you.

“Kookie,” the nickname drips from your mouth with a pout as you place your hands on his upper chest and shoulders, “I’m really drunk…” you rest your head against his chest.

“You don’t say punkin?” He laughs resting his head on your head but you soon pull away quickly.

“You don’t get to call me that,” you press, pushing him away from you some, “Not after the w-way you’ve t-treated me.”

His face softens at your words and he looks down at the space between you two. He grabs your hands gently before saying, “You need some water… and maybe some food.”

You want to protest but your dry mouth says otherwise, so you nod in response. You lean against the counter to steady yourself as Jungkook steps away to get a glass of water for you. He also takes a look in your cabinets to see if you have any quick food to fix. He finds one cup of instant ramen left in your cabinet and he decides to fix that for you quickly. You watch his every move and despite how drunk you are, you hated being like this, this was not fun. You felt like a child as he took care of you and frankly, you probably didn’t deserve it, but you were inwardly grateful nonetheless.

Jungkook mixes in the flavor packet quickly before stepping back over to you. You smile at the cup in his hand and you’re about to snatch it from him before he pulls it back.

“It’s hot,” he says giving you a watchful eye.

“So am I, we’re a perfect match,” you say seriously and he only rolls his eyes in response. He sets down the cup before turning back to you, placing his hands firmly on your waist. You’re about to ask what he’s doing until he’s hoisting you up to sit on the counter, him standing between your legs. He grabs the ramen once again before he picks up a small amount of the noodles, holding it up towards your mouth. You stare at the curly noodles for a few moments before Jungkook speaks.

“If you’re just gonna stare at them, I’ll eat them,” he says and you shake your head quickly, taking the noodles in your mouth in one gulp. The taste is just what you needed to coat your vodka intruded tongue and stomach. You half moan at the the food when you swallow it and Jungkook watches every move you make. He takes his own bite of the noodles and you nearly scold him but remember he fixed them, so he should have some.

“Thank you,” you tell him in a low voice as you continue to share the noodles. You soon feel the drunkenness slowly move out of your body, more coherent thoughts invading your headspace.

“You don’t have to thank me,” he responds after he finishes chewing. The longing look on your face is obvious and Jungkook curses to himself when he notices it. He looks down at the almost empty cup, “You want the last bite?”

You don’t even have to debate it in your head before you nod quickly with a smile. Jungkook returns a soft smile before feeding you the last of the noodles. Your stomach feels a lot more settled now and you feel like you could have a deep conversation with Jungkook right now, but honestly—you just wanted to go to bed and you wanted him to stay with you.

“I wanna go to bed,” you mumble playing with the strings of his hoodie aimlessly

“Come on,” he says grabbing ahold of one of your hands to pull you from the counter. Before you two can go anywhere though, you speak again.

“Stay with me tonight,” you plead into his dark eyes. His face is blank and unreadable, but he squeezes your hand tightly.

“Okay.”

Your admiration for Jungkook only heightens when he undresses you carefully and slips over a large t-shirt over your frame and ties your hair up for you since you claimed your arms were too tired to do so. He even brushed your teeth for you and you were sure in this moment, he was angel from heaven on earth. You practically throw yourself on your bed with him following in the sheets after you. In all the time you two had known each other and hooked up—never once had you stayed at each other’s places. With the then ominous threat of his girlfriend, it was impossible, but right now—this was all you needed. You cuddle up to Jungkook’s bare chest, one of his arms snaking around you.

“Goodnight Kook,” you mutter closing your eyes as you listen to the slowed heartbeat in his chest.

“Goodnight punkin,” he breathes out heavily, staring down at your limp frame. He laughs to himself—you hadn’t even heard him as you had passed out that quickly. He watches you for a few more moments, focusing on your breathing as a way for him to relax. He almost couldn’t believe he was actually here right now, spending the night with you—after all this time. But at the end of the day, he couldn’t help but still feel saddened and bothered by his thoughts—he felt like a horrible person and he wasn’t sure he was ever going to get over it.

_____

You woke up early with a groan, a slight hangover pulsing through your head. Jungkook soon followed you in waking up and you nearly forgot that he stayed the night with you. His close proximity from behind of you was unfamiliar but comforting. You had leaned back into his chest as his arms pulled you closer to inhale your scent. It was as if the two of you were making up for lost time of being able to stay with each other because not even 10 minutes after waking up, you found yourself sinking onto his thick and pulsing cock.

“Mm, fuck,” Jungkook moans as he watches himself disappear inside of you. Your fingernails claw into his shoulders and his hands grip your waist tightly through the t-shirt you were wearing. You couldn’t wait long enough to take the material off but Jungkook liked it as if gave him some leverage.

“Jungkook, oh my god,” you bottom out and it doesn’t take you long to start moving up and down his length. Jungkook’s head falls back against your headboard as he helps you move along him at a steady pace.

He felt so good—better than you even remember. Your insides are sensitive and you feel him everywhere, taking up space you didn’t even know existed. Your moans are loud and your chest is heating up, as is his. Jungkook’s hands crawl beneath the cotton material and grip your hips where they bend against him to shove himself as deep as he possibly could. You slow yourself against him as you lean foreword to rest your forehead against his own. Both of your lips connect at the same time, gentle yet harsh as you cover each other’s whines.

One of Jungkook’s hand trails down to your front to find your clit which he does with ease—he could do it in his sleep as he knew your body like the back of your hand. You break the kiss with a loud groan as he begins to rub you, your toes curling at the sensation.

“Fuck Kookie,” you lean back against his thighs as you begin to pick up your pace, desperate to reach your high.

“Feel good punkin?” He manages to get out as he relentlessly chases his hips with yours, his thumb moving against you the way you like it.

“Y-yes, yes,” you breathe out and you’re almost there, “God, I’m gonna co-come.”

Jungkook doesn’t stop and soon your climax hits you like a wall and it’s a good one to say the least. You clench around his length in pulses which nearly sends himself over the edge and he watches the way your eyes close tightly to relish in the feeling. Without a warning, Jungkook manages to flip you two over, him beginning quick thrusts in and out of you. Your are over sensitive but it feels so good as you wrap your legs around his back to shove him deeper. His head is craned in your neck, his lips and teeth nipping the soft skin, as another hand is placed around your jaw to hold your head down.

“God you’re always so tight,” he says in disbelief, “I fucking love your pussy,” he groans into your ear and with his words you can already feel another orgasm coming soon. “It’s all mine, yeah?” He lifts his head to look into your eyes and you nod quickly.

“Yours,” you choke out as he gives you a particularly hard thrust.

“Fuck I’m gonna come,” he says, “You gonna come with me again punkin?”

You nod quickly, “Yes, please Jungkook.”

With three more thrusts in you and you grinding yourself against his pelvic area, you both reach a climax together. He’s loud and it’s like music to your ears when he stalls inside of you to feel you clamping around him again.

He’s breathing heavy and he looks at you again before kissing you deeply again. You return the kiss instantly, your hands tangling themselves into his hair. You don’t know how much longer the two of you kiss before he’s pulling out and away from you. He flops down beside of you and you don’t ask to cuddle up to him as you turn on your side and throw an arm around him.

Silence engulfs the room—an unspoken tension between the two of you. You stare out you window while Jungkook stares at your ceiling, breaths heavy from both of you. You could fall back to sleep but you would rather not, so you look at him after a few moments. His eyes follow yours but he still doesn’t say anything.

“You okay?” You finally ask him breaking the ice.

“I don’t know,” he’s being honest. He looks at you and sees a future, but he’s not sure he he can get passed his previous mistakes.

You frown at him, “Please just tell me what’s bothering you.”

He closes his eyes briefly before pushing himself up on your bed. You pull your blanket over him as he sits up against the headboard. Your eyes stay focussed on his face as you adjust your body to look towards him. He fumbles with your hands in his lap and he seems like something is agonizing him. You can’t help but get frustrated towards him. He’s never been like this in the few months you’ve known each other. He seems more distressed now than he ever did when he was sneaking behind his girlfriend’s back.

“Why were you with her last night?” The question tumbles from your mouth before you can think about it. As drunk as you were, you vividly remembered seeing the two of them together and the thought made you sick.

“We didn’t come together if that’s what you wanna know,” he speaks timidly.

“That’s not what I asked you,” you say matter of factly. He sighs in deep frustration before tilting his head slightly.

“I—“ he stops for a second, “I just saw her there and I thought I should say something to her,” his excuse is lame but he didn’t even know the exact reason why he went up to his ex.

“Jungkook come on,” you shake your head at him. He narrows his eyes at you and he sighs again. ‘

“Y/N I really don’t need you questioning me about her like this, it’s none of your business,” he drops your hands from his with some force before leaning his head back against the bed frame.

Your mouth slightly drops open, “Are you fucking kidding me Jungkook? Last time I checked this is part of my business. You’ve been fucking me for months behind her back and you just recently broke up with her so I think this is my damn business,” your words are harsh and angry. Perhaps Jungkook’s biggest flaw was his inability to be a little selfless at times and it was instances like this that prove that to you.

“Well what the hell do you want me to say Y/N?” his tone raises slightly.

“I just want you to be honest with me Jungkook!” You raise yours right back, “What the fuck is going on with you? And the what the fuck is going on with us? I’m sick of being treated like an object by you,” you have to steady your breath as you feel your emotions taking over you.

Jungkook shakes his head at you, “You know you’re not just an object to me, don’t fucking say that,” he spits just as angrily as you, “I don’t even know what’s going on with myself Y/N so how am I supposed to tell you?”

You don’t immediately respond because you’re not sure what to say. You keep pressing him about his feelings but if he’s confused do you really have a right to question him just yet?

“Y/N listen to me,” he grabs your hand reluctantly again, “I care about you so much, but I also still care about her—and I always will. I don’t think I can ever forgive myself for what I did to her, she didn’t deserve what I did…”

You feel like you’re going to get sick as the tears come to your eyes. He notices and wipes them away just as quick as they came.

“I wish I would have never dragged you into my shit, there isn’t enough apologies that I can come up with for you,” his words are sweet and genuine and you feel like you two are finally getting somewhere.

“Jungkook you know I care about you too,” your voice breaks off at the end, “I don’t care about how we met or the situation we were put in—“

“But I do,” he interrupts, “I think about it all the fucking time. What if we met when I didn’t have a girlfriend? What if we met before I even met her? But we didn’t and I ruined my relationship.”

His words are hurtful, but you know it’s the truth so there isn’t much else you can add. He runs a hand through his hair, pulling on his roots a little too hard.

“Why are you doing this?” You ask him trying to ignore his harsh tone. He closes his eyes briefly, as if he’s not sure what to say next, but what he does say causes your heart to drop in the pit of your stomach.

“She found out Y/N,” he finally lets his secret slip past his tongue. “She fucking found out after I broke up with her okay? I’ve never seen someone look more hurt than when she confronted me about and yeah, I feel fucking horrible.”

“H-how?” You asked shakily.

“She said someone she knew saw us at a party together one night,” he stares at his hands, sounding upset and covered with guilt. Yoongi was right after all. “So sorry if I seem fucking upset,” he’s being sarcastic with his words.

You don’t say anything else. You only stare at his hunched over frame and suddenly, you were torn between two paths. You wished that you had never met Jungkook and created this mess with him. On the other hand, you were glad Jungkook was in your life, no matter the circumstance.

“I’m sorry for raising my voice at you,” he says after your moment of silence.

“Don’t apologize,” you shake your head. “I should be the one apologizing.”

He looks at you once again, “Don’t say that. It’s all my fault.”

You genuinely feel bad for him. While towards the end of his relationship with her, he obviously wasn’t happy and wanted other things, he is still obviously hurt by the situation. You get bold and scoot closer to him, wanting to comfort him as much as possible.

“You know how I feel about you right?” You ask. He nods slowly and you speak again, “I don’t want anything to change between us but Kook, if you need some time and someone to talk to you know I’m here.”

He runs a hand through his hair, “I wasn’t lying when I said all those things to you.” You let your mind drift to his words that have been drilled in your head for months now.

I want to be with you.

You’re everything I’ve wanted.

I promise it’ll be over soon.

Don’t doubt my feelings for you.

“I know that,” you say honestly.

He pauses grabbing your hand gently, “I just don’t think I should jump into this right now when I’m still trying to figure out what to do myself.”

You nod slowly trying to take in and understand his words.

“I get it,” your voice sounds weak and you let go of his hand. “I just don’t want to be dragged around any longer Jungkook…”

He inhales deeply before nodding, “I know… it’s not fair to you I get that,” his tone is rushed, “But I promise I’m gonna try to fix this.”

“What’s there to fix?” You feel angry all of the sudden.

He furrows his eyebrows at you, “Y/N please don’t get mad, I don’t want you angry with me,” he pleads. “I want to be to be with you, I really do, but I also need you to be patient.”

For once, Jungkook is being the sensible one between the two of you. You soon understand you don’t really feel like you have that much of a reason to be angry with him. It was only selfish to do so. After all, hadn’t you been selfish long enough?

“Okay,” you glance at him, “Just please don’t leave me in the dark again.”

He sends you a small smile, pulling you into a deep hug, “I’ll try not to.”

Jungkook was being honest. He knew he had dug himself into a hole that was going to take a long time to crawl out from. He felt absolutely horrible for what he had done to you and his now ex-girlfriend. As holds you close and tight for clarity, he knows what he wants but he isn’t sure if that’s what is best for you. He felt what he did wasn’t acceptable of forgiveness—no matter how much you said you didn’t care and as much as he wanted to make a home out of you, he wasn’t sure he could let himself ruin you any further.

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anti-valentine | mitch rapp

word count; 8919

summary; you and mitch are roommates, with a lot in common. one of these things is that you don’t do romance or valentine’s day. or, at least, you didn’t use to..

notes; I meant to get this out for y’all last week, but here it is. It’s been so long since I wrote anything, Mitch, well over a year, probably more than two, actually.

warnings; choking, marking, scratching, spit play, cum play, overstimulation, squirting, dry-humping, riding, unprotected sex, dirty talk and it’s pretty rough too.

You heard the door slam behind you, the sound muffled from across your shared apartment. Only moments later, you heard the distinct footsteps of your CIA roommate padding through the apartment. You didn’t even bother to turn, his panting meeting your ears as he mumbled a greeting, the stench of sweat filling your nose as he leaned over your shoulder, pressing a wet kiss to your cheek as he looked at the food you were frying in the pan before you.

“You make enough for me?”

“Don’t I always?” You teased, flicking off the hob and scraping the food up onto the two plates beside you as the breakfast fry-ups came together. The sound of the chairs scraping across the floor filled your ears, the man tucking himself under the table as you scooped up the plates and finally turned to face him.

He gave you a dazzling grin, head tipping to the side as you pushed a plate of food across to him, his stomach rumbling on queue as he picked up his cutlery. Your gaze closed on the items sitting on the table, your eyes narrowing on the objects sitting between you both as you took your own seat, brows raised as you pointed at them with your fork.

“Bit late, don’t you think? Valentine’s Day was last week.” He rolled his eyes, scoffing at the comment and stabbing at a piece of bacon, not bothering to cut it as he instead tried to shove the entire item into his mouth, chewing noisily.

“I don’t do that romantic crap. Just saw them in a shop window and thought you’d like ‘em is all.” His words were muffled, and you diverted your gaze from his to cut at the food on your plate, a teasing smile tugging at your lips.

“Mitch, seeing roses and chocolates and buying them for someone just because you think they’d like them is definitely a romantic thing to do.”

“Huh.” He paused eating for a second, swallowing his mouthful as he thought it over, before shrugging his shoulders and continuing with his meal. “Does it make it less romantic if I tell you that I got them on sale for like 80% off?”

“Technically, yes it does. However, you know I love a good bargain, and that I firmly believe Valentine's Day crap is always massively overpriced. I love them, so thank you.” He sent you yet another wide beam as he finished his food, cramming the food into his mouth as he stood up.

“You’re welcome, angel. Happy anti-Valentine’s day.” He rounded the table, and you tilted your head toward him as you ate, his lips pressing a kiss to your temple as he wandered past toward the sink.

A chuckle left you as you registered is words, your eyes crinkling at the sides as entertainment flooded your system. “Anti-Valentine’s, huh? I like the sound of that.”

“Well, you know, neither of us do that sappy romance shit, so why not? We are both anti Valentine’s, therefore, anti-valentine’s day.” He flicked the tap on at the sink, rinsing his plate under it before placing it into the dishwasher, leaning back against the counter to look at you.

“Finally, an event I can get behind.” You nodded at the cupboard, his gaze following yours as he dug through it, producing a dusty glass vase that he had never actually seen being used.

In fact, the last time he saw it, was the day the CIA had shown you both the apartment you’d be sharing, your stacks of boxes mixed together with his in the living room. He wiped it down on his shirt, filling it halfway with water as he placed it on the table in front of you, taking the finished plate from you as you moved to arrange your roses in the vase before you, a comfortable silence falling over the two of you.

The only sounds filling the room were the gentle clanking of pots and plates as Mitch set the dishwasher off, and that of plastic crinkling each time you plucked another rose from the wrapping, until the arrangement was done to your liking and you smiled at the sweet gesture before you.

“How about, tonight I won’t cook you dinner. In fact, you can cook your own and I’ll cook my own, and we can watch some non-romantic comedies or something like a thriller? No romance, at all.”

Your eyes lit up as you looked at him, nodding enthusiastically as you hopped to your feet. “We can drink vodka instead of wine, and we can wear our pyjamas, instead of getting all dressed up?”

“Sounds perfect. It’s definitely anti-romance.”

“It’s not a date.” You threw a wink in there, the sounds of your mixed laughter filling the flat as he walked away for his shower, taking the stench of sweat and mud with him now that he had eaten, leaving you to make a shopping list of the things you’d need to go out and buy.

A deep sigh left you as you navigated the aisles, checking the ink wording you had written on the back of your hand in order to remember what you needed to buy. You had settled on spaghetti bolognese for your dinner, it was tasty and easy to make, but there was absolutely nothing attractive about slurping noodles up and splattering sauce all over your own face. It was perfect.

Then again, Mitch had never judged you for eating messily before. He’d probably seen you in your most unattractive states ever. He’d held your hair as you threw up, half in your own lap and half into the drain the time you’d been poisoned on an assignment and had barely made it back to the hotel room. He’d cared for you for a week when you had the flu, your nose dripping and your hair greasy and ratty, skin breaking out and oily. He’d never judged you, and so the whole no-romance thing really wasn’t any different to your regular evenings.

Plucking a bottle of vodka from the shelf, the one you had both decided was your favourite, and you set off toward the pasta aisle, grabbing the noodles and dropping them into the bottom of the cart as you let your mind wander. If you really thought about it, tonight was just the same as usual nights. The two of you would relax on the couch together and eat your dinner while watching a movie, the only difference was the drinks, and the fact that you’d be eating different meals.

Your mind got lost as you drifted around the store, a smirk growing on your face as you passed by the discount section from the celebratory day of the week prior, and it was clear that the roses you had received were the best of the bunch, the others slightly wilted and dying. Your heart warmed at the idea that Mitch had taken his time to look through them to find the best for you, knowing that you’d like them, even if you weren’t one for romance.

The items were progressively being removed from your list, each time you smudged your thumb over the words to remove them once they were gathered and placed into the cart. You were browsing the dessert section, your eyes scanning idly over every item as you tried to choose which one you wanted, but all the ones in portion sizes you’d be able to eat alone just weren’t appealing to you. You couldn’t stop the way your focus drifted, eyes locking onto the usual large dessert that you and Mitch shared, and you acted before thinking about it.

Just the sight of the delicious treat being placed in the cart was making you think about later that night when you’d be sharing it. You’d end up in the same way as always, wrapped up in Mitch’s arms as your spoons battled for the last bites, laughs falling from both of you as streams of melted vanilla ice-cream and chocolate sauce mixed together in the bowl.

You could practically feel the warmth of his arms around you, the way his body would curl around yours or the way his smell would surround you, the rumble of his laughter mixing with yours as the two of you joked and messed around.

It was with a startle that you snapped yourself out of the thoughts, the mental image of his smile and sparkling eyes left your mind as heat rushed to your cheeks from the jolt that spread along your body as your trolley crashed into that of someone else. Apologies flew from your mouth as you backed up and adjusted yourself, trying to push the feeling in your heart away as you used the embarrassment of your current situation to chase away your feelings toward your roommate.

It was short-lived, however, because the second you were alone again and unpacking your shopping onto the checkout as you waited in the queue, your mind was soon going back to the only man in your life.

Well, unless Stan counted.

You couldn't help it, you were now thinking about all the actions that made your heart flutter so subtly that you hadn't noticed it until you were really thinking about it. How easy it was to relax into his touch when he placed his hands on your waist when he stood behind you, or when he gave you kisses on your cheeks or forehead. Once you were day-dreaming about the way he treated you, it was a quick movement on a slippery slope until you were thinking about the way he could treat you.

His stubble always scraped at the skin on your cheek when he kissed you and the idea about how it might feel scraping your skin when he kissed you properly, or dragged his tongue along your body, left your lips tingling and your face flushed. You were sure the cashier was giving you odd looks, but then again, you supposed you deserved it. You were so caught up in your head that you could barely focus as you packed your groceries, instead choosing to imagine how it might feel to hold his hand in public, not just as part of a cover for a job, or the way it might feel to fall asleep in bed next to him, instead of accidentally drifting off on the couch with him.

Perhaps you were a romantic, and you hadn't quite realised it until now, but there was no real way to know exactly how you were feeling now that all these realisations had come rushing to the surface, until you actually got home. Of course, you delayed as much as possible, taking the long route home, and actually climbing the flights of stairs instead of the elevator, until your legs were aching and you were opening your front door.

The smell of food hitting your nose was first, followed by the sounds of hurried footsteps as you kicked the door shut and balanced the bags in your arms and tried to kick off your shoes. “Here, pass me the bags.”

Despite his statement, you hadn't even a chance to move before he was plucking them from your grasp and brushing his lips across your forehead, your gaze focused on the floor as you tried to quell the heat wanting to flood your features. Luckily for you, he’d already turned on his heel and was making his way back to the kitchen, leaving you to shrug off your coat and sigh out of relief before following him.

When you found him again, your groceries were sitting on the island in the middle of the room, and his back was to you as he worked at the stove, the muscles in his back moving as he stirred at the food, the familiar smell making you furrow your eyebrows.

“You always cook without a shirt on. That seems like a health and safety risk.” Your words were mumbled as you unpacked the first bag, tucking the dessert into the fridge and the ice-cream in the freezer as you let the bottle of vodka sit out on the counter, his grin widened as he glanced at it when you turned the label to face him.

“Our jobs are health and safety risks, angel. I think I can handle making spag bol without a shirt on.” He scoffed, and you let out a groan at his words, his head turning to look back at you over his shoulder when you made the sound of dissatisfaction.

“You’re making spaghetti bolognese?” He nodded unsurely, brows raised in question as you reached into the remaining paper bag before you, before plucking out an ingredient in each hand as you showed them to him. “I wanted spaghetti bolognese, too.”

His jaw dropped as he laughed, turning the heat down on the hob to come over and peer at your purchases as if to confirm that you had both chosen the same meal, before he simply wrapped an arm around your shoulders and pulled you into him, his chest rumbling in a chuckle at the action. “You bought garlic bread, too. You really are an angel.” He teased, and you poked at his stomach, his body jumping from the ticklish assault as he protested your touch.

“I can’t believe we’re making the same meal.”

“I only just started, throw all yours in with mine, and we can save the leftovers for lunch tomorrow.” He snatched the noodles from your hands, tearing the bag open and dropping more into the pot of boiling water he had going as you moved to begin chopping the veg. The two of you worked around one another with ease, the actions familiar, the tradition of cooking together every night being yet another stark and seemingly romantic movement that the two of you did so naturally, now being questioned as it haunted your thoughts at the forefront of your mind.

While he mixed the sauce, you drained the pasta, dishing it up into two bowls and putting the rest in a tupperware to go in the fridge. The second you were done, he repeated the action but with his half of the meal, the dishes of delicious looking and smelling food sitting out before you both. He was quick to scoop them up, the bottle of alcohol tucked under his arm as he made his way through to the sitting room, letting you follow behind with glasses, mixers and cutlery before trailing after him.

“No!” You jumped, halfway between sitting on the couch beside him before he yelled at you, and your eyes widened as you watched him carefully. “You aren’t in your pyjamas! You won’t be comfy! Go get changed, I’ll pick a film and we can relax.”

Despite the scoff that you let loose, you smiled at the sweet thought, heaving yourself back to your feet and dashing away toward your bedroom. When you reemerged, bare feet padding against the plush carpet, he’d already loaded up a movie for you both, the gruesome sight of a torn apart zombie showing up as the tag-photo before he pressed play.

“You’re going to be cold. You always wear those pyjamas on movie night, and despite how much I love the sight of you in my clothes, you’re going to freeze, and I can’t have that.” He set off in a ramble as you looked down at your attire, agreeing with him mentally as the large shirt of his swamped over shorts you wore beneath, barely visible, and he lifted the edge of the knitted blanket he had draped over himself.

Taking a seat, your side pressed to his happily as he handed you a steaming bowl of food, and you were moaning lowly under your breath as you looked at the meal in excitement. The plate of garlic bread sat out on the table before you, the buttery smell drifting into the air as you took in the scenes on the movie screen and tucked into your food.

The meal was full of laughs and jokes, your stupid commentaries about what was happening in the film drowning out the actual dialogue, and you were shaking so much with peels of laughter that you could barely keep the food on your fork, often dropping it back into the bowl as you tried to hold yourself together.

You shared the garlic bread between you, crumbs getting on both of you as you let him push the last bites of the current piece into your mouth, your giggles muffled around the food as you tried not to spray crumbs everywhere as you chewed. Even through the distraction of food and television, the little actions and gestures between the two of you weighing heavily on your mind.

By the time you had polished off your meal, you were sitting with your feet up on the coffee table before you, your hands sitting on your stomach as you grinned, feeling full and content from the meal, Mitch in much the same position as you. His head turned from where it was resting on the back of the couch to face you, and you twisted your own head to his, his eyes piercing into yours as he flashed his teeth in a grin.

“I’m craving pudding. Preferably something chocolate. Hot. With fudge. In a cake style.”

“So, hot chocolate and fudge cake?”

“With ice-cream.” He sighed wistfully, his gaze moving to the ceiling as he grumbled under his breath, the film having merely become background noise at this point, and you weren’t sure if there was even any point in it being on. “You think the shop is still open?”

“Wait here.”

Before he could even reply, he was watching you disappear into the kitchen. Following this, the sounds of the fridge opening and closing, dishes clattering about and the cutlery drawer rattling as it opened, and lastly, the beeping of the microwave. He chuckled as you mumbled a low curse about something being hot, before you were making your way back to him, one more large dish to join the growing pile beside your feet on the coffee table as you sat with him again, and he tucked the blanket back over your lap for heat as you curled into him.

The treat was finally revealed to him, and he cheered loudly as he looked at the tasty food in a bowl clutched between your hands, two spoons sitting in the bowl as ice-cream melted slowly on the side. “You got my favourite?”

“Of course! I wouldn't leave you hanging like th-” He grabbed your face in both of his hands, pressing a series of short kisses to your face, covering every inch of your skin as your eyes squeezed shut and you giggled, his breath fanning over your face in his excitement. “Alright, alright, let me at my cake!”

“Fine, fine.” He snatched a spoon, digging in himself as he took a chunk of the ice-cream and cake, your own actions matching his. The cake didn’t last long, the sounds of the metal scraping against the edges of the pottery soon sounding and the last bite sat in the middle of the dish, and you dropped your spoon, happily allowing Mitch to scoop it up as you relinquished the final bite of his favourite after-dinner treat to him.

Instead of eating it, he lifted his spoon up to your mouth, pressing the edge against your lips and you parted them on impact, letting him feed you the final bite as he sent you a soft smile, pulling the spoon away from your mouth as you chewed the cake and ice-cream. His thumb raised up to the side of your mouth, wiping away some excess icing carefully and his bright gaze stayed locked with yours as he sucked his thumb clean, sending you a tiny grin in response as his head tipped to the side, and you had to choke down the mouthful of food as you struggled to breathe.

He was leaving your sight a few moments later, gathering up the plates and dishes as he left you sitting on the couch, eyes wide and heart racing as you thought about the intimacy of the moment. It wasn't the first time he’d done it either, or done things like it, but now that you were really thinking about just how much you loved when he did these things, you couldn't think about anything else, and you couldn't control the way your mind spiralled or the way your heart raced, the way your skin flushed or your stomach fluttered.

You barely processed the moment he collapsed back down beside you, his arms held out as his fingers ran along your arm gently as he tried to coax you into cuddling with him, and it wasn’t until he was clicking his fingers in front of you face and nudging your shoulder violently that you surfaced from your spinning mind.

His eyebrows were raised, a frown on his face as he silently asked you just what had you all caught up in your head, prompting you to talk to him about it and your jaw dropped, no words coming out in speech as you tried to form a coherent sentence in your mind.

“Do you think we’re.. being romantic?”

The raised brows dipped down into a furrowed position, his body stiffening slightly as he turned to face you full, his hand dropping down from touching you to instead sit in his lap. “It’s anti-Valentine’s Day. The whole point was not being romantic, I m-”

“No. I mean, yeah, it was. But, I meant.. well, think about us, and the way we act. Don’t you think we act romantic, like, all the time? Not that I don’t love the way we are, because I do. I love our dynamic, but I was just thinking about it, I guess..”

He seemed to have a blank look on his face, licking over dry lips as his gaze seemed to fade in and out of focus for a moment. His shoulders eventually rose and fell in a shrug, his attention returning to you as he remained casual, as though your suggestion hadn't phased him in the slightest. “I guess so.”

“You guess so?”

“Yeah. It just comes, so naturally with you.” He reached over, taking one of your hands in both of his as he ran his thumbs over your knuckles and the back of your hands. “When I was with Katrina, I struggled because I was overthinking everything all the time, and putting so much thought into my actions. After the beach, I shut down entirely. Touch, affection, it all just seemed so inappropriate and superfluous. Then you walked into my life, and everything just.. happened. I didn’t intend to start wanting to be affectionate, or clingy or touchy with you, but it just feels so right, and natural. I don’t have to think about it, I don’t worry about it, I just do it. It feels right when it’s with you.”

You were shocked at his speech. Mitch was a man of few words, he didn’t often give big speeches, only to make his point, or when he was particularly emotionally worked up, and he was never worked up around you. “You mean.. you’re aware we act like a couple and don’t care?”

“Well, no. I like being this way with you. Relax, angel.” He sat up a little more, until he was no longer slouching, tugging you closer as he pressed his lips to your forehead. “Besides, we don’t do all the things couples do. We don’t share a bed, we don’t have a joint bank account, we don’t- I’ve never- kissed.”

A laugh fell from you as he stumbled over his final point, and you scoffed nodding as you relaxed in his hold a little, his chin resting on the top of your head. “Oh, God. That would be weird.”

“Thinking about kissing me is that bad, huh?” He was joking, his body shaking slightly with a chuckle but there was something under the surface of the tone, a slight twinge of something else laying in it and you pulled back, shaking your head fondly as his eyes searched yours carefully.

“No, but, you’re my best friend. Don’t you think it’d feel weird?”

He licked over his lips, swallowing thickly as his gaze flickered between your mouth and your eyes, his nose bumping against yours as he dipped his head down and your breathing held in your lungs as your body froze. “Only one way to find out.”

You did want to know. You had been thinking about it, and you wanted it, you needed to know what it felt like to kiss him and so you were quick to close the gap between the two of you. Your lips pressed to his delicately, testing the waters before his lips enveloped yours entirely, his fingers weaving into your hair as he sighed against your mouth happily. The second he returned to contact, you sunk into his embrace, twisting your head to the side to give him better and clearer access to your mouth as he left desperate and passionate kisses to your lips.

Your own hands clutched at the shirt on his chest, trying to pull him closer as he held you tightly, his fingertips digging into your scalp and palms burning against your cheeks as he held you tightly. Your lungs were burning, your lips tingling and your heart exploding as you connected with the man before you, and finally, you dragged yourself away from him, your eyes closed, his the same as his lashes tickled your cheeks, foreheads pressed together. You both sucked in gasps of the air shared between you, panting into the warm space shared between your barely parted lips. “So? What’s your verdict?”

“I.. um.. wow. I have never been kissed like that before.” He chuckled at your statement, pulling away slightly and tucking loose strands away behind your ear as he detangled his fingers from your hair, his darkened gaze finding yours.

“Can I be totally honest with you right now?” His gaze was piercing into yours, and you nodded, a tiny smile pulling at his lips as he leaned forward, placing a short peck to your lips and leaving you flustered once again.

“You can always talk to me, you know that.”

“I hate it. It kills me. Every single time we have to go undercover and you kiss another guy, because I wish I knew how it felt to be them and be lucky enough to kiss you. It hurts, any time you accept the number of another guy when we go out together, because I secretly wish we were out on a date, and not just friends going for dinner or drinks. I want to hold your hand, I want to share a bed with you each night, I want t-”

Your hands found his cheeks, pulling his lips back to yours and he let out a groan at the contact, his body relaxing happily from where he had gotten himself all worked up as you held him. His fingers dropped to your waist, dipping under the edge of your shirt to sit on the bare skin of your waist and your skin lit on fire as he touched you, squeezing at your hips as his tongue trailed along your lower lip.

Parting them in glee, his tongue rolled over yours, soft moans leaving you both as heat flooded your body, and you slipped your hands into his hair, tugging on handfuls as you grabbed at him for support, the feeling of his mouth working passionately and quickly against yours making you feel like the earth had fallen away beneath you. He moaned, deep and low and rumbling at the feelings of your nails scraping against his skin, his back meeting the cushions of the couch again as he pulled you with him.

Your body twisted to follow him, rocking up onto your knees as he held onto you, and arm wrapping around your waist to support you and instead, you simply swung a leg over his lap, settling into his waist and dropping your weight down onto him. A gruff growl sounded from him at your actions as his mouth tore from yours, trails of saliva connecting your lips from the wet and heated kiss as he nipped along your jaw.

Your hips ground down into his when he issued one particularly hard suck to the skin under your ear, a cry falling from your lips and his hold on you only tightened, assisting you in your rolling down into his lap, whines and pleas leaving both of you at the stimulation. His hands slipped down from your back to palm roughly at your ass, your movement stilling as you pulled back to look at him. His eyes were blown with lust, lips swollen and face flushed, hair a mess with your hands tangled in and you swore the man had never looked more beautiful than he did in this moment.

“I know another thing couples do, that we haven’t done, yet..”

He smirked wickedly at your words, his expression lopsided as he nuzzled his nose at your jaw, tipping your head back to press a kiss to the skin of your neck as his scratchy and raspy voice vibrated along your skin; “Oh, yeah? Wanna’ try that out, angel?”

You had barely nodded before his hands were sliding to your bare thighs, roughened and calloused skin scraping against your silky smooth skin, his strong and trained body having no struggle as he lifted himself from the couch with you in his arms. Your legs wrapped around his waist as you giggled, snatching the remote in your hands on the way up and fumbling to turn off the TV before dropping the device to focus on the man holding you.

His footsteps were hurried and stumbling, the usually calm and collected man frantically making his way to his bedroom as your head dipped down to allow your mouth to suck and lick at his neck as you left your mark along the column of his throat. The stinging patches would no doubt be a deep purple in the morning, much the same as yours were beginning to appear from his similar treatment earlier.

Your back met the covers, your legs holding him flush and tight to you as you jerked your hips up into his, a jagged moan sounding from him as one of his hands supported him, the other coming up to cup your cheek and drag your mouth back to his in a sloppy meeting of lips and tongues, the sounds of the exchange bouncing from the walls of the room.

When he pulled away, trying to catch his breath and to check if this was really real, you were beaming at him cheekily, a hint of mischief in your eyes as your hands smoothed up his chest, looping around his neck as you played with his hair gently.

“It’s still anti-Valentine’s, so you can’t make love to me.” His brows furrowed, confusion covering his features, and you giggled as he made to move away, your body wrapped around his only holding him prisoner as you kept him close, biting your lip and shooting him a wink as he squirmed under your intense stare. Pulling him down, you brushed your lips against his teasingly, his short pants washing hot air over your face as you smirked. “You can’t go soft and slow with me, Mitch, you need to fuck me like your life depends on it. Nothing romantic, remember? Fuck me until I’m screaming and shaking.”

A loud moan left him, his eyes fluttering shut as he released the strangled sound and he dropped his body weight down onto yours as he kissed you fiercely, grinding his pulsing and solid erection into the thin shorts you were wearing. “Holy shit, angel. You’re perfect, I can’t wait. I’m going to bury my cock so deep inside you that you’ll never forget the feeling of me filling you up. The only name you’re going to know is mine.”

With frantic hands, he tugged the shirt of his that adorned you up and over your head, dragging your body up to remove the garment before dropping you back down into his sheets. Your hair fanned out around your head, and he sat back on his knees and your legs around his waist fell loose, his hands dragging along your stomach to grope at your tits, fingers twisting and tugging at your nipples, watching in awe as you cried out, your back arching into his touch. “Shit, Mitch, keep talking.”

His eyes flicked up to yours, your face scrunched in pleasure as you bit down on your bottom lip tightly, and he hummed at your request, dipping his head and sucking a taut nipple between his lips, swirling his tongue around the bud as you moaned his name out loudly for him. He lapped at the peak, making sure it was firm and wet, tingling as you ached for more before he switched to the other and repeated his actions. “You’re gonna’ be panting. Breathless and soaking wet and then, once you’re begging me for my cock, I’m going to make you mine. Just like you always have been, and always will be.”

The tips of his fingers danced along your skin, hooking into the band of your shorts and panties, before dragging both sets of sodden and unwanted material down your legs, chucking them over his shoulders and lost from sight as you faintly heard them hit the carpet across the room. Two of his fingers slipped through your folds, parting them teasingly as he swirled his fingers around the swollen bead of your clit, your hips jumping in response to the stimulation and he chuckled at the way your body reacted to him before pulling his touch away from you.

Seconds later, he was pushing a single, spindly and long digit into you, your walls clenching around him, drawing him in until he was buried as far as he could go, stroking at your walls and dripping with your arousal as you whimpered at the unsatisfactory feeling. He was soon slipping a second finger into you, picking up the pace considerably as you adjusted to the feeling of him stretching your walls and scissoring his fingers, preparing you for what was to come as he jerked his hand in a bruising rhythm.

Your back was arching, wet sounds filling the room as his free hand pressed your hips back down into the bed, your body twitching and jumping as you clenched around his fingers, gripping onto them tightly as your cries and moans filled his ears. The feeling of you squeezing at him, the sounds you made when mumbling his name and the feeling of you clenching around his digits had him hardening and twitching in his pants, his cock aching to be buried deep within your dripping core, but he wanted to make this last, and he wanted to please you, show you just how much he cared in actions, where words might fail him.

Twisting his wrist, he picked up the pace, your core fluttering and squeezing as your body jerked under his touch, loud cried falling from you, a scream of his name leaving you as he stretched you open by adding a third finger, never letting up on his pace. Your juices were flowing from you in rivers as you came, slick and cum pouring from you as he continued his assault until you couldn’t take it anymore.

You were backing up the bed, his touch slipping from you as whimpers caught in your throat, your eyes still squeezed shut and eyes rolled back as a dopey smile covered your face, the sound of him slurping and sucking dirtily on his fingers filling your ears. That same hand wrapped around your ankle, pulling you down the bed to the edge until your ass was hanging over it, your skin burning from the friction of your skin gliding against the cotton covers.

Before you had time to even sit up, cool air was being blown over your sodden and heated folds, a yelp leaving you and fingers dug into your thighs as he held you in position in a bruising grip, his mouth working along the supple flesh on the inside of your legs as he left wet trails up to your core. His lips wrapped around your swollen clit, the bead pulsating as he nibbled on it and you whined under his touch.

His tongue was soon lapping through your folds, gathering up everything you had to give as the tip of the muscle teased around your core, dipping in ever so slightly just to tease you as he groaned at the taste of you smothering his senses. The vibrations shot along your body, his name falling from your lips in a series of desperate pleads and erratic squeaks as pleasure continued to ignite your body, your skin on fire but goosebumps arose anyway, the unique feeling of the gentle soothing of his tongue at your core a contrast to the rough scratching of his stubble between your legs.

The skin would be red and raw, sensitive just like the rest of you, and you revelled in the feeling, the idea of everything he was doing to you. Your hips were rolling up into his face, his grunts and groans only spurring you on further as the sensitivity of it all continued to build and build, having been so close from your last orgasm already. Your body was shaking, your lungs heaving to try and suck in breaths as your heart raced and the cord that had been winding so tightly inside of you finally snapped, giving way as it crumbled to dust and your arousal leaked from you in waves for the man.

His name bounced around the room so loudly you were certain neighbours from other floors would be coming up to complain but you couldn’t find it within yourself to care, your throat raw from shouting and begging him, your body buzzing at the stimulation. Finally, when you couldn’t take any more, he pulled away, his chin glistening and he wiped at his face with the back of his hand, licking your taste from his lips as he grinned cheekily, eyes dark and glistening with lust as he looked down at your already spent form.

The front of his sweatpants were wet, a patch of precum leaking through and onto the prominent bulge, his hand coming down to cover it and his head tipping back as he palmed at his crotch, deep and gruff sounds spilling from him. Just the beautiful sight of him, dishevelled and needy had you falling apart, excitement filling your body once again as lust and want poured from you, a low whine leaving you.

As the sound reached him, he let his eyes crack open as his head tilted to look at you, his grip only tightening and increasing as he bit down on his bottom lip. Pulling your legs up until your feet were planted flat on the bedsheets, knees bent in the air, you parted your legs, running your fingers through your folds to show him your glistening entrance, and his jaw dropped at the sight. “Oh fuck, angel. You have no idea what you do to me.”

You laughed breathlessly, your eyes dropping to his hand as he continued to work himself. “I’m pretty sure you have the exact same effect on me as I have on you, hot stuff.” You shot him a wink, your body collapsing back into the covers as you slug your arms over your eyes, hearing him chuckle, the sounds of fabric rustling and hitting the carpet filling your ears. It was followed by the bed dipping on either side of your body as he crawled his way over you, a hand lifting your arms away from your face as you looked up to meet golden-brown eyes, peering down at you carefully with a gentle smile.

Dipping his head down, his lips met yours in a gentle kiss, your hands weaving into his hair to hold him to you, your own taste spreading to you as he licked his way into your mouth. The kiss was slow and sloppy, your hips bucking up each time he shifted and his tip prodded at your entrance.

One of your hands slipped down between you both, a groan falling from his mouth and into yours as your fingers wrapped around his solid member, pumping him slowly and lining him up with your entrance. With a single, smooth snap of his hips, the man was buried deep within you, your hands tugging harshly on his hair as you cried out, his teeth biting down on your bottom lips as he growled lowly.

“Holy shit, you’re so fucking tight.” His voice was choked, words harsh and voice scratchy as he panted out, groaning under his breath and steadying himself as he rocked his hips in and out of you slowly, both of you adjusting to the feeling of him stretching you out. One of his hands smoothed along your arm, pinning it above your head as his fingers laced with yours, the other bent as he rested on his forearm, hips snapping into yours as your foreheads pressed together.

A thin layer of sweat covered your bodies, your erratically beating hearts practically pressed together as he picked up the pace and your hands slipped down, gripping onto his biceps, his back, his shoulders for any kind of support you could find as cries began to pour from you. With each thrust he seemed to hit deeper, brushing against your g-spot every time as he seemed to fill you up to places you had never been touched before, and the bed seemed to slip away beneath you as he carried you to heights of pleasure you had never felt before.

Your nails were ripping red welts into his skin, your body jerking up into his in an attempt to meet his god-like thrusts, hard and fast, the sound of his skin colliding with yours filling the room on repeat as you spiralled into depths of bliss. Your mind was blank and empty your mouth hanging open as your eyes fluttered shut, silent screams leaving you as his own mouth worked along your neck. Licking and sucking at any spot of skin he could find, his stubble scraped where his tongue and lips soothed, leaving your skin red and raw, soon to blossom with deep purple bruises to show exactly who had been fucking you, pleasing you, loving you.

“M-Mitch, fuck!”

He laughed at the feeling, nodding in agreement as he dragged his tongue over your skin, leaving a trail all the way back up to your lips, his tongue dipping into your mouth as he kissed you deeply, sighing out happily at the feeling of your mouth on his as he fucked you into oblivion.

You were hugging his shaft tightly, broken moans pouring from him as you begged him, needing your release, pleading with him and praising him. Your body was twitching and shaking, your fingers tearing tracks into his skin as his own grip left bruises all over you, and with every bit of self-restraint he had, he slipped from you, a frustrated shout leaving you as you suddenly felt empty.

Flipping you over, the man knelt behind you, slipping himself back inside of you easily, your thighs trembling at the sudden intrusion and you bunched up the covers in your hands, your forehead hitting the covers, sounds muffled by the fabric. “Nuh-uh, angel. Let me hear the pretty noises. I want to hear you screaming my name, I’ve been dreaming about it too long to not hear it now.”

His fingers wrapped in your hair, an arm slipping around your body as he pulled you upwards, your scalp burning but a scream tore from you as your back met his chest, his cock hitting at all new angles as you spasmed in his hold. The hand from your hair slipped down to seal around your throat, your eyes widening as he squeezed lightly, his mouth descending onto yours as the other hand slid lower and lower until the pads of his fingers were brushing across your swollen and overly sensitive bud.

“You ready to cum for me, sweetheart? I need you to come, give me everything you’ve got, like a good girl for me, okay?” You nodded frantically, his lips brushing your earlobe as he chuckled, pushing down roughly on your clit and rubbing harsh and fast circles. Your eyes squeezed shut, tears leaking down your cheeks as everything within you became numb, the sheer joy and bliss surging from your core becoming too much. Your throat stung and you screamed and begged, his name being the only thing in your mind as your body convulsed, shaking and twitching in his grasp as he continued to pound into you. “Oh, fucking hell, did you just squirt?”

His voice was light and broken, the word being spoken allowed seeming to catapult him over the edge as he shouted and growled into your ear, his thrusts faltering as he spilled his load inside of you, painting your walls and filling you up until you could feel the mixture of your arousal spilling down your legs and dripping down your thighs.

You tapped at his arm, his movements letting up as he pulled himself from within you, matching cries leaving you both and you gripped at his arm, pulling him around your side and pushing him down onto the messy and wet sheets before you. His eyes were wide as your still twitching body crawled over him, your hand wrapping around his sensitive cock as you pumped him, still hard and throbbing with want as his body stiffened and moans spilled form him.

He propped himself up on his elbows tiredly, watching in awe as you sunk yourself down onto him, easy and wet from your need as well as the mix of both of your orgasms from minutes prior.

“Oh, my God, how are you still going? Fuck, you’re perfect.”

“Need it, need you. Fuck it feels so good.” Your words were slurred, your body exhausted but your hips were rocking against his, the two of you already close as he sat up, arms wrapping around your waist to pull you closer, chest to chest. His forehead was pressed to yours, his matted hair sticking to your skin as he thrust up into you weakly, your hips rising and falling as you bounced on his shaft, bringing both of you spiralling toward another climax. Your eyes were closed, your mind spinning as he mumbled praises to you, telling you how good you felt, how much he loved the feeling of your tight pussy taking his cock so well, and how much he loved you.

You were babbling the same nonsense back to him, the two of you exchanging tired and messy kisses as he held onto you tightly, your hands on his shoulders and his hands on your hips as you worked together to jump over the edge one last time. Your mouths were pressed together, barely a kiss, as your eyes rolled back, lined with unshed tears of joy as shouts and screams of joy were exchanged between the two of you.

With a single movement of his fingers over your clit, the other hand sliding up to tease your nipples, you shot down into your climax once again, taking him with you as he spilt into you for a second time. Riding your way through the feeling, your head tipped back, soft kisses being pressed to your cheeks and neck, all the way down to your shoulders, until your body was still, his cock still nestled within your walls as the two of you sat there.

The heated haze of the room was still sitting over you, your hair mussed and bodied aching as you came up from the depths of pleasure, you sat up on shaky knees, with his help, collapsing beside him on the bed, your chests heaved as you tried to catch your breath. You had never felt more at home or relaxed, the feeling of his body beside yours, his nose nuzzling at your temple as he hummed happily, your legs tangled together as you regained your composure after having the best sex of your life.

Tilting your head toward him, his lips trailed across your cheek, pressing a sweet kiss to your lips before he was groaning out in displeasure and sitting up, shaking his exhausted body down as he got to his feet, stumbling on unstable legs a little and shooting you a mock glare when you giggled at him. He disappeared into the bathroom, returning moments later with a wet cloth, and he wiped over your skin carefully.

“How much of a mess do I look right now?” You joked, grinning as the cool material wiped your clean as he worked over your skin, pressing light kisses to certain patches as he went.

“You look beautiful, you always do.”

“I look beautiful? Covered in sweat, spit and your cum?” You joked, and he bit down on his lip, a flash of darkness moving through his golden eyes at your vulgar words.

“You have never looked better than when you’re thoroughly fucked out, covered in my handprints and hickies, my cum dripping from your pretty pussy. It’s an image I’m never going to forget.” He winked, wiping up between your legs and you hissed at the feeling, both soothing and sore at the same time, an apology falling from him as he chucked away the cloth in the vague direction of his laundry hamper.

The second he was done, you pushed yourself up, his brows furrowing as he watched you get up, passing by him and holding onto the furniture around his room as you waddled to his drawers, pulling out a pair of boxers and a t-shirt, before wandering from the room with them in your hands. Making your way through the apartment slowly, you tugged the clothing over your head and up your legs, your arms squeezing around yourself as the soft material engulfed you in warmth and comfort.

Swiping the red box you had been gifted by the man this morning from the counter, you were quick to make your way back to the room. When you arrived, you found he’s pulled on a pair of sweatpants and was just finishing changing the sheets, the sex-soaked ones from before now sitting in a heap in the corner of the room as he changed them out for a crisp new set of dark blue ones.

You held the box up with a wide grin as you made your way towards him, his arms opening to close around your body as he took them from you tackling you onto the bed softly as his body fell atop yours. “A post-sex snack?”

“Exactly.”

“Are you sure you’re real?” He mumbled, lips trying to meet yours in a kiss as you laughed and rolled out from under him, choosing instead to cuddle into his side once he sat back against the headboard and tore open the box. Plucking a round treat from the box, dusted with gold powder and nuts, you popped it into your mouth, chewing happily as the taste of dark chocolate and caramel met your tastebuds.

“Tomorrow night. I’m going to wear that blue dress, the one you always tell me I look beautiful in. I’ll be ready at seven.” Your words were muffled as you chewed the food in your mouth, before swallowing it thickly and licking over your lips as you chose the next one. “You can take me out on our first official date.”

You heard the man scoff a laugh beside you, his cheek sitting atop his head as his own fingers scanned over the box and plucked one from the foil. “I can’t wait, angel. I’ll make reservations, and I’ll bring you your favourite flowers.”

“Not romantic, my ass.” Your elbow nudged into his ribcage as the pair of you laughed loudly, a kiss being pressed to the top of your head as he grumbled about your words in entertainment. “I’d like that though. My favourites ar-”

“I know what your favourites are, angel. I know everything about you.”

You rolled your eyes, tilting your head to accept his affections when he looked at you with puckered lips, the taste of chocolate lingering in his mouth as his fingers wove into your hair. With an idle hand, Mitch scooped up the box from where it was resting across your lap and haphazardly discarded it to the bedside table, instead choosing to roll over you, his body laying against yours and crushing you slightly, but neither of you cared, your mind far too preoccupied with the warmth his body spread to yours, and the pure love his touch gave you.

Okay, maybe you were a little bit romantic, but only when you were together.

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thirsty-x1 · 4 years

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Cherry On Top | Lee Hangyul

Request:

uhm can u write a roommate! hangyul fic where in y/n is a camgirl. one day hangyul asks y/n where the whip cream is and accidentally sees her using it for her show 👉🏻👈🏻 am i being too specific or????

↬ Pairing: Hangyul x fem!reader

↬ Genre: Smut.

↬ Warnings: explicit language, slight food play? oral sex, fingering, protected sex.

↬ Word Count: 1.6k

↬ A/N: I don’t know why but Cherry On Top came into my mind right away when I read the request. If you haven’t watched The Unit, do it, Hangyul was the softest baby there.

Hangyul opened the door, a tired sigh leaving his lips as he took off his shoes and threw his bag on the sofa. Practice was much harder than usual but ended up an hour and a half earlier, so he took the chance to have a quick shower at the agency and then went back to the shared apartment. There was one good thing about holidays and that was that he had the whole place to himself if it weren’t because of you, but even then the other two that were living there now had gone to their respective hometowns, so it was something.

He walked towards the kitchen, humming to himself as he opened the fridge, eyes scanning the fridge only to end up confused. Coming home, walk around barefoot and eat whipped cream straight from the can was his usual routine, yet he couldn’t find it anywhere and he was sure it was there yesterday. He faintly heard music coming out of your room, so it was useless to try and call you. Dragging himself to your door, he noticed it was slightly opened, which was usually the sign that you gave for anyone to know they could come in, so he did. Like with the fridge, he observed around before the striking colors caught his attention, nodding a bit before opening the door completely, revealing your half naked body on the bed, whipped cream on your breasts with the red lingerie making a nice contrast and a computer placed right in front of you. He stood there, dumbfounded at the view before turning around and closing the door. Still, he couldn’t help but to say something.

“I didn’t see anything! But could you, like, pass me the can?” As soon as he heard the door opening, one of his hands went to cover his eyes whilst he kept the other one extended.

You stared at him incredulously, tightening the towel you had grabbed around you. “Do you want money?”

“What? No, the whipped cream.” The request had you furrowing your brows until you understood, going back to the room and grabbing the can, leaving it on his hands. He shook it, quickly putting some in his mouth and nodding at the flavor.

“You can look, I’m covered.” Hangyul put his hand down slowly before proceeding to eat more out of the can, sensing that there was more you wanted to say. “Look, you usually come back much later and I thought you were going to do the same today, so…” He didn’t seem to be paying much attention to you. “Please, don’t tell anyone.”

“Why would I?”

“Huh?”

“I mean, I know it’s hard to live on our own and getting a job during holidays must be hell. I understand. I’m sure it’s not super nice to have a bunch of creepy old men commenting on your appearance, either.”

That was… definitely not what you were expecting. Hangyul was usually a bit of a clown, so you prepared for him to laugh at you or even try to blackmail you in order to get something out of the situation, but having him act comprehensive while eating cream wasn’t what you had in mind.

“Exactly!” You walked inside your room, sitting on the bed, him taking seat comfortably next to you, ready to hear your rambling. “I went out searching for jobs, but all of them are already taken because we’re midway into holidays and the few that aren’t require experience and I have zero experience at all, makes no fucking sense, and a friend of mine suggested trying… this… thing” you pointed at the laptop “and it pays… it pays well, honestly. I don’t super enjoy it, I end up feeling dirty afterwards but I need the money, y’know?” He nodded absentmindedly, staring at you. “What?”

“You have some…” He pointed at your neck, and you couldn’t help but to laugh. Was that all he paid attention to this whole time?

“Why don’t you clean it since you like whipped cream so much?” It was a joke, yes, but he took it seriously, leaning in and licking a stripe, lips closing around the bits that were left, sending shivers down your spine.

There was a cocky smirk on his face as he sat straight again, licking his lips and the sight was too much, his hand putting a bit of the cream on his mouth, purposely missing a spot, waiting for you to take the hint. It wasn’t long until you pressed your lips against the corner of his lips, teasing him until you finally kissed him, his hands rushing to take off the towel before lifting up your body and sitting you on top of him. Your fingers hooked on the bottom of his shirt, pulling it off and admiring his muscles. Sure, you saw him a few times by mistake whenever he got out of the shower, but feeling the heat of his skin was a little bit different.

Suddenly, he started to lick down your chest, his mouth leaving soft bruises along your skin before he unclasped your bra, throwing it aside, his lips quickly wrapping around one of your nipples, making you whine a little. You ground your hips against him, smiling at the feeling of his boner against your core, his actions stuttering a bit before he turned you around, hovering over you. He kept marking you, enjoying the little bits of sweetness that were on your skin while dry humping you, the thin fabric of your underwear doing nothing to help protect against the friction of his jeans.

“As much as I like this, I would prefer tasting you. Can I?” His low voice asking for permission caused you to agree in a heartbeat.

His hands traveled down your curves, dragging the final piece of your lingerie while at it, opening your legs before diving in. You were already wet enough and he noticed, his tongue lapping at your juices while grunting at the taste, lips closing around your clit, your head thrown back at the amount of sensations. It was obvious that this wasn’t his first time, each touch being extremely experienced while checking every single one of your reactions carefully before inserting a finger inside of you, humming at the tightness before making room for another one. It didn’t take much for you to feel the knot forming at the bottom of your stomach.

“Ah, wait…” He stopped immediately, licking his lips while staring up. “I’m close.”

“And?”

“Isn’t it better if you are inside?”

“Ah… Yes.”

You had to hold back a laugh, stretching to open the drawer next to your bed and pulling out a condom while he got rid of his clothes, smirking when he caught you stealing a glance at his naked figure. He rolled the preservative on, placing himself between your legs and looking at you once more before pushing in. Your hands came up to grip his shoulders, breathing in as you felt his thick member filling you bit by bit.

After a while, he started bucking his hips, the pleasure spreading to each nerve on your body, your fingers tangling on his hair as you tried to muffle your moans on his neck. He was just as wrecked as you, wondering how could he have missed on this for such a long time before his pace got rougher when thinking of you exposing your body who knows how many times while he wasn’t there, his mind filled with images of you touching yourself yet always waiting for him as if nothing had happened. Each thought made him bury himself deeper inside of you, cutting your breathing with each sharp thrust until he found your spot, the whimper you left making him smile.

“Hangyul…” He nearly came at the sound of his name coming out of your lips.

“I’ve never heard you call me so sweetly before.” If there was any strength left, you would have probably smacked him.

“I’m close.” That was all you managed to say before he changed his posture slightly, one of his hands coming down to rub your sensitive clit whilst the other served as support for him.

“Then cum.”

His words along with the sinful movements had you trembling under him, a view that he promised to repeat again in order to get used to it. He let out a groan as he felt your walls clenching around him, trying to hold back his own high until you finished your orgasm, thrusting a few times before staying still, burying his face in the crook of your neck. It felt like forever before you started laughing, and he followed, none understanding exactly why you were doing it, but it just seemed fine. He pulled out of you, tossing the condom in the trash can besides your desk and quickly putting his clothes on, giving you some privacy so you did the same. When you got out of the room, Hangyul was sitting on the sofa, playing some video games on the console before giving you a slight smile.

“Want to play? I’ll go bring some snacks.” You were thankful that nothing felt awkward, nodding and grabbing the other control as he went to the kitchen. You heard him chuckle before he appeared again. “Look what I found–”

“I swear I’ll kill you if you make some stupid joke with a dessert.”

That left him no other option than to go back to the kitchen and left the fruits he had grabbed aside, conforming with the bag of chips before slumping next to you, challenging you to a competition.

Yes, he was gonna say something about banana split.

~Nani

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hystericalweenie · 4 years

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Just Another Day at the Office - New Experiences

George MacKay x Reader Series

Part Four: Get to Know You

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Summary: Y/f/n Y/l/n had found herself stuck in a scenario she’d never thought she’d ever have to face: she’d been catching feelings for a coworker. While she attempted to adapt to her new job and work load, she also had to get used to these new feelings and figure out what the fuck to do with them. George made her want to take risks, she didn’t care about the potentiality of a broken heart with him, because falling in love with him made it seem worth it. Is George falling for Y/n too? Will he be able to reciprocate her feelings?

a/n: I have absolutely no personal experience in magazine/journalism career, so the information in this fic will be provided with the knowledge I have conducted from research. With that being said, please don’t be mad if this is not accurate!!! Since you guys seemed to like the text messages between Y/n and George, I decided to include a chunk of them, since there weren’t any in the last part.

Warnings: This is a slow burn fic, their relationship won’t happen in one night, so if you’re not into that, check out some of the beautifully written imagines that you can most likely find under the george mackayxreader tag. I might eventually write some of my own too :P At least one person’s saying “fuck” and there’s some making out, thigh riding and dry humping. Yes, y’all read that correctly.

George hadn’t spoken to me since the incident in his office. I figured it was because he’d been occupied with his friend, but when Saturday rolled around, he’d make up for all of the missed time between us.

Bree had informed me that she was going out with a group of our friends from college, which she’d invited me to, but I assured her that I was feeling ill and didn’t feel like leaving the house. I felt bad for lying, but I needed to see George. I missed him awfully; I missed the way his bare skin felt flush against mine, I missed seeing his smile and hearing his laughter, like music to my ears. I missed the feeling of his locks in my fingers, feeling his breath tickle my neck.

I couldn’t take it anymore; I messaged him immediately.

9:13 pm, Me: Apartment to myself... You busy?

Buzz.

9:14 pm, George: Nope. On my way.

I smirked to myself, hugging my phone to my chest before ripping my clothes off of me and replacing my casual undergarments with my best lace panties and matching black balconette bra. The thin lace and underwear revealed my nipples sexily enough through the unpadded, thin fabric of the bra. I grinned proudly at the lingerie before slipping into jeans that made my bum look extra good and a sexy tank top with lace trimming. Was it too much? Maybe. Did I care at this point? Nope.

I didn’t care to put shoes on, plopping on my stomach onto my bed, waiting for him to message me that he’d arrived. I was shocked when I heard a knock on my door, causing me to get up and open it with furrowed eyebrows. It swung open, revealing my favorite man standing with his hands in his pockets. I tilted my head.

“You remembered where my apartment was?” I asked him, putting my hands on his hips.

He nodded, leaning down to peck my forehead before entering. I blushed at his simple act of affection, shutting the door behind us and following him inside. I clapped my hands together, rocking back and forth on the balls of my feet.

“Do you want to watch a movie?” I suggested.

He shrugged. “Sure.”

I led him to the sofa, sitting myself down as he took a seat next to me. I grabbed the remote controller, opening Netflix and scrolling through the movies. I laughed out loud as a movie I’d watched the previous night with Bree popped up.

“What?” he asked, his lips curling in a smile at my sudden laughter.

“Bree and I watched this movie last night, and it’s really funny,” I explained to him, trying to fight back the giggles that threatened to escape as my brain replayed the funny scenes in my head.

“Well, put it on,” he ordered, gesturing his hand to the television. “Let’s see if it’s as funny as you claim.” He winked.

I pressed on the movie, slouching back into the sofa as it started. I wondered if I should’ve cuddled up next to him, or if that’d be too much. I kept my posture, keeping to myself as the opening credits rolled onto the screen.

As the movie began, I found my mind wandering immediately. My fingers began drumming onto the fabric of the couch, as I found myself staring at the screen, but my mind remained occupied with other thoughts. I pulled my bottom lip between my teeth as I began to ponder George and I’s relationship again. I had just found out his birthday, and it made me uncomfortable that he’d explored so much of my body, yet I felt like I barely knew him.

“You alright?”

I turned my head to him. He looked concerned, his eyebrows furrowed and his eyes fixated on me.

I nodded. “Yeah, I’m fine.” I pulled my legs up, crossing them as I slouched, trying to make myself more comfortable.

I returned my eyes back to the television, trying to concentrate on the film until my eyes scanned the room in thought, as my lip was pulled in between my teeth again.

I wondered what his favorite movie was, what kind of movies he’d liked. I didn’t like that I didn’t have the answers to these basic personality questions. I pondered what his childhood was like, if he’d met Dean in the United Kingdom before prior to moving to America.

“You’re doing it again.”

I whipped my head toward him and cocked an eyebrow.

“What?”

“You chew on your lip and stare off with your eyebrows furrowed,” he observed, moving closer to me. His blue eyes bore into mine as I guiltily stared back at him. He tucked a piece of my hair behind my ear, his eyes not leaving mine. “What’s wrong, love?”

I sighed, removing my eyes from our eye contact as my head lowered in thought. His fingers went to my chin, gently lifting it to meet his eyes again.

“I want you to be able to be honest with me, Y/n,” he admitted, his thumb running over my chin.

“I want to know more about you,” I confessed, my eyes worriedly staring back at his. “I feel like I barely know you.”

He smiled softly, bringing his hand up to my cheek, caressing my face. His hand trailed down my arm, down to my hand before bringing it up to his lips. He kissed the back of my hand softly before holding it in his own, lacing our fingers together.

“I was born in London,” he began, his eyes never leaving mine. “March thirteenth, nineteen ninety-two. As I’ve mentioned before, my father’s Australian and my mum’s British, but they chose to raise me in the UK, obviously. I have a sister named Daisy, who lives in London with my parents. I try to visit them during the holidays, but it’s not as easy with work. Sometimes, Dean and I will fly down together to visit both of our families.

“I moved to the states after graduating from Uni when I was about twenty-four years old; my parents weren’t super keen on me leaving to a whole new country by myself, but they wanted me to be happy. Dean and I didn’t meet until my first job after moving to New York. We hit it off so well, that we ended up moving in together, and not long after that, we met Andrew at the same job and invited him to move into our flat. About a year or so after, Dean and I decided to apply to Essence, because we felt that we needed a career change.

“Andrew ended up being promoted at our old job, so he wanted to stay there, plus, he’s happy working there whereas we weren't, really. Once we started working there, I decided to get my own flat; the pay at Essence was much better, I was almost entirely done paying off my student loans, and I felt that I was in need of a different atmosphere. Hearing your roommates play video games constantly, and being the only one who could cook in the house was not something I particularly looked forward to,” he laughed as he recollected the memories from the past.

“But, long story short, one day I’d been looking for Dean and I saw that there was a new girl, sitting across from his desk in a chair that I’d never seen occupied before. The way you talked to me, you were so nervous and innocent; After seeing you on multiple accounts, in the cafeteria, at your desk whenever I’d come to talk to Dean, I started thinking about you a lot more,” he admitted, his thumb tracing along my knuckles.

I noticed his cheeks tint scarlet and he wet his lips with his tongue, still maintaining eye contact with me.

“Like, I would go to the cafeteria and hope that I'd see you? I hope that doesn’t sound creepy,” he laughed a little. “And, when you told me how you felt at the bar, I was baffled.”

My eyes widened, as I tried to recollect the nonexistent memories of being at the bar that night. My eyebrows furrowed and I could feel my cheeks heat, wondering what the absolute fuck I said to him.

“What did I say to you at the bar?” I queried, chewing on the insides of my cheek anxiously.

He bit his lip, staring back at me for a moment, as if he was pondering how to tell me. He finally parted his lips, as he recalled our conversation at the bar that night.

Dean got up from his seat, leaving George and I to ourselves. I grabbed my glass and downed the rest of the vodka soda in the glass, slamming the empty glass down on the bar and turning my body to face him.

“Hi George,” I smiled, resting my chin on the palm of my hand, my elbow resting on the table.

He turned to me, his lips curling into a smile.

“Hi, Y/n.”

I giggled, smiling blissfully at the beautiful man next to me.

“George,” I began, batting my eyelashes as I looked up at him. “You’re so great.”

His eyebrows knitted together, an entertained smile evident on his lips as he looked down at me.

“And why is that?” He took a swig from his beer bottle as I began my slurring.

“Becaaauuuse, you’re a fucking art director, which is, like, crazy,” my bloodshot eyes bore into his bright, piercing blue ones. “And you’re, like, crazy handsome.”

He cocked an eyebrow at me, smirking as my eyelids hung heavy, my eyes barely visible as I smiled. My face was red, as my cheeks had always heated up when I was drunk.

“You think so, love?”

I nodded, attempting to take a swig out of my glass as the empty cup poured nothingness into my mouth, reminding me that I’d finished off the drink minutes ago.

“You’re obliterated,” he observed.

“Want to know a secret?” I asked him in a sing-song voice. “I smoked weed before I got here, because my roommate told me it’d make me less anxious,” I whispered, giggling between words.

He raised his eyebrows, his jaw dropping before he started laughing.

“Jesus, Y/n, I didn’t know you were so reckless,” he gasped.

“Well, I didn’t waaannnnt to do it, but if I hadn’t done it, I’d probably be standing in the corner, too nervous to talk to you,” I admitted.

He furrowed his eyebrows in confusion. “Why would you be nervous to talk to me?”

I gave out a big sigh.

“You’re sooooo hot,” I moaned. “I kind of want to fuck you, but I don’t want to lose my job,” I admitted, licking my vodka-tasting lips before continuing. “And also, I got, like, cheated on big time in my last relationship and it left me with some crazy trust issues and self esteem issues. And, I haven’t had sex since then! It’s been two years, George, can you believe that?!”

My eyes blinked a few times as I stared at him, completely and utterly dumbfounded. My eyebrows were raised and my jaw struggled to keep closed.

“W-was this before or after I threw up?” I asked, trying to compose myself as I felt my face heating up.

“Literally right before you threw up,” he answered with a small laugh.

I withdrew my hand from his, using my index finger and thumb to pinch the bridge of my nose in frustration.

“I can’t believe I said that shit,” I groaned, leaning back into the couch. “I can’t believe you didn’t just laugh in my face, God, that’s so embarrassing!”

He watched me with amusement, an entertained smirk making its way onto his lips. I rolled my eyes at him, shaking my head in disappointment.

“Well,” he began, playful eyes staring at me. “If you think about it this way, love, if you’d never said anything, then we’d both probably still be too nervous to talk to each other.”

I furrowed my eyebrows at him.

“Do you think we’d still end up, you know...” I trailed off, referring to whatever label we shared.

He paused for a moment, he eyes drifting in thought before nodding.

“I think that you were made for me, love,” he admitted, his voice softer than before. He moved his hand onto my thigh, rubbing it gently. “I’ve never been so easily infatuated and comfortable with someone before you, Y/n.”

I wanted to cry, his words painted my heart with the love and desire I had failed to receive in my previous relationship. I blushed, blushing at not only his words, but his touch. The feeling of his hand on my thigh was anything but a soothing rub to me at that point, and my brain had addressed his touch far more quickly than it should have. My eyes dropped down to his hand, watching as it caressed me, just far enough from my heat. The contact sent me into overdrive, as my eyes moved back up to his face, scanning his plump lips.

I moved myself over to him, slowly leaning in until our lips brushed softly. My hands went to his shoulders, gently massaging them as I kissed him softly. His hand moved from my thigh and to my back, his other hand joining as he pulled me closer to him, our lips beginning to move at a steady rhythm. I moved on top of him, knees on each side of his legs as I settled into his lap, our lips still connected. He brought his hands down to my ass, squeezing my bum. I moaned, and he used my parted lips as access for his tongue. Our tongues danced together as his hands snaked back up to my back.

As I straddled him, I slowly rolled my hips against his lap, needing the friction against my heat. I could feel the tent in his pants against my core, making me moan against his lips. His hands moved back down to my hips, guiding my movements as I rolled my hips against him again. He groaned, lifting his hips for more friction. My lips parted from his as I moaned again, tugging my shirt off of my body, revealing my bra to him. His eyes widened at my exposed nipples through the thin lace fabric, his hands subconsciously raising to cup my breasts. The pads of his thumbs ran over the raised buds, making me let out a blissful sigh at the intimate contact. His fingers ran around my torso, to unclip the bra. He gave me a look, wanting permission first. I nodded, looking down at his dark, blue eyes before his fingers effortlessly worked their way with the clasp, removing the bra from my body.

He immediately attached his lips to one of my nipples, lapping at the bud and gently nibbling on it, as I tilted my head back in euphoria.

“Can we, fuck, take this to my bedroom?” I breathed, looking down at him.

His mouth released from my nipple with a pop, as he picked me up and walked me to my bedroom. He settled me down onto my bed, not bothering to close the door as he settled himself in between my legs. The tent in his jeans rubbed against my core as he ground his hips into mine, his lips returning to my own.

We were lost in each other, voicing soft moans into each other’s mouths while our hips moved together, too lost that we didn’t hear the front door open.

“Y/n! I have some soup for y–HOLY SHIT!”

George peeled off of me, my hands immediately coming to cover my exposed breasts.

I heard the sounds of her shoes against the floor as she scurried away, shutting my bedroom door.

“I’m sorry!” she called from the living room, as George looked at me with an amused smirk.

I threw one of my throw pillows at him with a roll of my eyes.

“Shut the fuck up,” I groaned, biting back a smile of my own.

He tossed the pillow onto the floor, moving himself back on top of me.

“Make me,” he whispered, attaching his lips onto mine.

I let our lips move together in a steady rhythm, before I pulled away, concluding our kiss with a peck on his lips.

“My bra and top are just sitting on the floor where my roommate’s probably trying to eat right now,” I groaned, embarrassed.

As if on cue, the door opened as we heard the sound of something dropping at the entrance of my room, before the door closed again. I sat up, noticing that she had returned my missing pieces of clothing to me as they sat neatly in front of the door. I got up, arm slung over my breasts before pulling the shirt onto my torso, not bothering wearing the bra. I tossed the bra into my underwear drawer, before returning back to the bed. I watched as the man on my bed hungrily looked at my chest, not caring whether I noticed or not.

“You’re teasing me,” he moaned, his voice husky with lust. He sat with his legs criss-cross, watching me as I mimicked his seated position.

I could feel my hardened nipples against the fabric, teasing him with my now-covered breasts.

I got on my knees and hands, prowling towards him. Smirking, I nudged my nose against his own, watching as his eyes watched me in awe.

“What are you going to do about it?” I chided with a whisper.

Without a warning, he captured my lips with his own, hands going to the back of my head to pull me closer to him. Our tongues danced together as we feverishly kissed, wanting needing the contact with each other. His lips moved to kiss the corner of my mouth, before moving down my jaw.

“What do you want to do, love?” he asked between kisses as his lips began sucking on a spot on my neck.

My eyes rolled back at the sensation, as I tried to control myself to answer his question.

“I-I don’t want to, fuck, George, d-don’t want to have sex yet,” I admitted between moans as his teeth nipped at the spot, igniting more and more pleasure.

His mouth left my neck for a moment before finding another spot on my neck, sucking sweetly at the skin just like before.

“You want to ride my thigh, angel? Want to get yourself off on me while I watch?” he growled against my neck.

My cheeks flushed at his dirty words, but I could feel the pool of wetness growing in my panties.

“Yes, George,” I pleaded. He pulled his lips away from me as I peeled my shirt off and went to unbutton my pants.

He replaced his fingers with my own, fumbling with the button and zipper much more slowly, thickening the tension and teasing me. I helped him peel the fabric off of my skin, standing up from the bed and tossing them without thinking. I was left in my lacy black panties, stalking over to him nervously whilst he sat on the edge of the bed, waiting for me. I met my lips with his in attempt to calm my nerves, my fingers tugging at the hem of his shirt. He pulled away to quickly peel his shirt off of him, making his locks look more disheveled in the sexiest way possible.

He propped my legs up so that my knees were on either side of his left thigh, our chests flush against each other. His hands went to my hips as I lowered myself onto his thigh carefully, before slowly rolling myself against him. I sighed at the contact of my clothed clit against him, feeling him flex underneath my core. One of his hands went to my knee, pushing it closer to the tent in his pants. As I rolled myself against him again, I made sure to rub friction from my knee against his boner. His lips captured mine in a sloppy kiss, as I started to gradually pick up my pace. His hands went back to my hips, guiding my movements as I humped his leg.

I felt the pleasure building inside of me, as I quickened my pace, desperate for my release. Our lips pulled away from each other, as I leant my forehead against his own, not able to concentrate on kissing anymore. My breath quickened and I moved my fingers to his hair, chasing my release.

“Cum for me, angel,” he ordered, his voice soft, but raspy with lust.

I couldn’t help the moan that escaped my mouth, due to his dirty words and the way this new nickname, angel, rolled off of his tongue. I hit my climax, as I continued to rub my pussy against his leg, riding out my high. As my breathing slowed, I attached my lips back to his, pushing him back onto the bed. He scooted himself up, allowing us to lay whilst our lips danced together. He rolled himself on top of me, as my legs immediately found their way around his waist. My fingers wandered down to his jeans, unbuttoning them and fumbling with the zipper while my feet helped me peel the fabric off of his legs.

I wasn’t sure where this was going, but I could feel another ache between my legs and I was desperate for another relief. He kicked off his shoes, leaving him in his boxers as the tent between his legs became much more present. He attached his lips back to mine before surprising me, grounding his hips into mine as I felt his clothed cock against my clothed core. My jaw went slack as another moan left my lips, my sensitive heat dripping from the sensation. He rolled his hips against mine again, pressing as much into me as he could. My legs pulled him into me, needing as much friction as possible.

He began picking up the pace, his face digging into the crook of my neck as his clothed dick humped my pussy. I felt his hot breath against my neck, motivating me to move my hips against him.

“Fuck, Y/n,” he moaned into my hair. “You gonna make me cum in my briefs, angel?”

With that, I released for my second time, my body stilling underneath him as the pleasure waved over me. I could feel him twitch against my heat, feeling small spurts make wet spots through his underwear. I rode my high against him, as my breathing slowly returned to its normal pace. He rolled onto his back, lying beside me as his chest rose up and down. I turned my head to face him, as I watched him do the same. He leant his head up, looking down at the wet spot displayed through his underwear. He chuckled softly.

“You made my cum in my bloody underwear, Y/n.”

#george mackay #george mackay x reader #x reader #x reader fic #fanfic #dean charles chapman #1917 #1917 cast

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crowsent · 4 years

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AUgust 2020: College AU

Prompt given by @augustwritingchallenge

Summary: Percival Fredrickstein Von Musel Klossowski de Rolo the III gets peer-pressured into going to a party and meets someone.

Pairing: Minor Perc’ahlia

Characters: Scanlan, Percy, Vex’ahlia

Word Count: 3180

CW: N/A

Notes: the tumblr version is unformatted, no italics, no bold, nothing. for that reason, i highly recommend you to read the ao3 version instead so yall get that sweet sweet tone difference.

AO3 Link: HERE

Let it be known that Percival Fredrickstein Von Musel Klossowski de Rolo the III was three more unnecessarily complicated essays away from trudging downstairs into the campus basement where a supposed “demon” dwells to bargain his soul away for but a day of having a clear head for once. The migraine seemed to be permanent. A persistent, obdurate nuisance that’s making his head spin and his eyes see two laptops with furiously typed half-finished assignments on the screen. Well, it was either the cause of the migraine, or it meant that Percy needed to get new glasses.

Or, according to his roommate, one Scanlan Shorthalt, all Percy needed was, “A day off.”

Rooming with Scanlan meant that Percy had experienced more than his fair share of having to skulk to the library, cafeteria, or, God forbid, being forced to wait outside their dorm room whenever Scanlan deigned to bring back a “friend.” More often than not, he had to spend more time turning down Scanlan’s many offers to “unwind” than on actually working on his assignments. Whether it be countless invitations to various parties Percy had no intention of attending, or simply skipping class and laying about with nary a care in the world, roll a couple blunts and allow the feeling to sweep him away. Let the thoughts drift. Stop existing for just a moment.

And though Percy had always turned Scanlan down without so much as a beat of hesitation, perhaps this once time was a rare moment of Scanlan being right for once. Perhaps Percy was working himself to death and maybe it was time for him to stop burning the midnight oil on an essay he was sure his professors merely gave a cursory glance at.

Scanlan swung an arm around the bedpost of his bed, sheets unmade with some of it pooling on the floor. He held a nonchalant pose even as he gave Percy a rather convincing look. “Come on. You’ve been working like a madman for hours! All work and no play makes Percy very grumpy and I, for one, don’t want to see bitchy Percy ever again.”

With another mournful look at his laptop screen, at the paragraphs dancing in his vision, Percy sighed and removed his glasses to rub the headache from his temples. “I have been rather tetchy, haven’t I?” Scanlan made various noises with meanings that might have ranged from “Yes,” to “Fucking duh,” but Percy chose to give him the benefit of doubt. With a sigh of defeat, Percy saved what little work he managed to finish and shut his laptop.

As soon as the screen made a soft ‘click,’ Scanlan let out a loud yell and pumped his fist up in the air in victory. “Finally! I was kind of thinking that you were some kind of robot.” It was the loudest thing Percy had ever had the misfortune of hearing, and he was quite sure that his migraine worsened even more at the sound of Scanlan’s voice. “Okay. I have the perfect idea for you to roll y0our shoulders a bit. Relieve all the tension penetrating your body.”

“Wording, Scanlan.”

Scanlan ignored him. “Just relax and allow yourself to experience everything that college has to offer. A couple of smokes, women, men, bad song choices and spiked drinks.”

“You’re inviting me to a party aren’t yo-”

“I’m inviting you to the best damn party you will ever be invited to,” Scanlan assured. There was fire in his eyes. Granted, Scanlan grew spirited whenever trying to cajole Percy into a party but there was sincerity behind his enthusiasm. “I know you rich kids get invited to all sorts of shit with three-piece suits and butlers with silver trays following after like lost puppies but Percy. Percival. Perc. There aren’t any fountains that shit gold or anything, but come on. If there’s ever a single party that you go to in your college career, let it be this one.”

“I really don’t think-”

“There probably won’t even be that much alcohol and drugs in it. It’ll be rated PG-mostly-13 as far as college parties go.” Scanlan had moved on from his bedside perch and had instead elected to encroach upon Percy’s space, giving his best attempt at puppy dog eyes. “There won’t even be horny assholes humping each other on the couch this time! Hopefully. Probably.”

“Scanlan.”

“Cassandra might be there, I don’t know, but Pike will definitely be there, and I’m the one planning all this for my friends and I’d really like for you to meet them so pretty please Percival Frankenstein Van Helsing Cleopatra de Rolo the Fourth will you please attend just one party to break from your perfect honour roll student life? It’s a birthday party if that helps so it won’t be as wild and crazy as the others. There will even be masks and shit because my other friends are dramatic little shits and I love them to bits and I really want you to meet them all and you don’t even have to suffer the mortal ordeal of being known so please? Please?”

“Oh for goodness’ sake, you win, Scanlan.” Another whoop and a cheer, somehow louder this time, if it was even possible, coupled with a hug that Percy only very slightly recoiled from. “I will attend, with a mask, but do not expect me to stay long.”

“Trust me my friend,” said Scanlan, pulling away with the brightest and widest grin Percy had ever seen from him, “after meeting them, you’ll want to stay.”

Percy doubted it. It had been years now since meeting the Briarwoods, but strangers still made him wary. He couldn’t bear to crush the hope in Scanlan’s eyes though, and resigned himself to an unpleasant night with people he had no intention of talking to ever again once the party was over. Well, once he left. It was going to be one of those attendances where Percy stayed just long enough to be polite. As soon as he could, he planned on booking it right back to his and Scanlan’s dorm room.

If he was already in the room, then maybe, Scanlan would have the decency to bring a potential ‘friend’ somewhere else. (The couches in the common space in the dorm were terribly uncomfortable.) Percy glanced at the clock in the room. Then to his closet, the racks and racks of somewhat formal clothing from a habit he never managed to kick. To the box he knew he kept hidden on the floor, further camouflaged by articles of clothing that don’t fit anymore. Perhaps it would be odd to bring a leather crow-like mask with goggles for eyes to a party, but then again, there was no way in heaven, hell, or any other planes that could possibly exist, that Percy would ever purchase a mask for an event he didn’t even want to attend.

Besides, store-bought masks might fall and slip. His mask won’t.

“I’m going to make some last minute prep for the party. Hang on.” Scanlan hurriedly scribbled an address down in his notebook, tore the scrap of paper off, and handed it to Percy. “Right here. A walk from campus. Starts at seven, don’t be late, see you!”

Before Percy could say anything, Scanlan was out the door, mission seemingly accomplished. He probably only returned to the dorm just so he can invite/cajole/bully Percy into attending his friend’s birthday party. Scanlan even neglected to mention the names of the friends he so wanted Percy to meet.

With a few more hours ‘til Percy has to pretend to socialise at this party, he got up out of his chair, dug out the box from the depths of his closet, and rooted out his mask. For a moment, he did nothing but stare at it.

Foreign and familiar at the same time. A distant echo of the past with a voice that only grew louder and louder the longer he held his mask. It had been years since he had last looked at it, let alone felt the tough material with his own fingers. The glass of the goggles had cracked in places, and the straps would surely no longer fit his head. But he had time, and upon closer inspection at the box itself, it seemed that Percy had subconsciously packed his leatherworking tools, along with more than enough stray pieces of metal, glass, and leather to fashion this mask into something more appropriate for a party.

The migraine still has not gone away, and with every second that passes, Percy gets closer to formulating that plan to sell his soul just to get the pulsing to stop, and he really should get some rest, but leatherworking isn’t work to him. It was relaxing. Freeing. Certainly more than any party would ever do for him. And with Scanlan gone, Percy had the chance to do some work in peace. He cleared his desk, gathered his tools and set to work.

“Percy?” The mask Scanlan chose covered only the lower half of his face. A smooth porcelain-like cover. With night cresting around the corner, and the cheap street lamps offering little to no illumination, (because public funding was… not particularly the best in this area) Percy couldn’t quite tell what Scanlan’s mask was made of. It fit him though. Even in the dim light, there were purple swirls that curled near the edges.

Scanlan nudged him. “Hello? Earth to Percy. Please be Percy. It would be so awkward if I was talking to not Percy.”

“Yes, Scanlan. Hello.” Percy adjusted his mask once more. It was strapped securely on his face, with buckles that would prevent any college party-goer that had one too many drinks from tugging the mask down his face.

Scanlan reached up to tap the shiny metal bits Percy managed to attach to the mask and make it look less plain. The nail of Scanlan’s finger made a soft sound as it met metal. “Huh.” Scanlan nodded and crossed his arms. “Look at you Mr. Overachiever. I thought you were just going to bring a plastic mask and be done with it.”

Percy reached up to push his glasses up his nose, only to hit the metal-plated beak of his mask. Right. The goggles were fixed, mostly, but his prescription had been altered slightly now. Scanlan looked a little blurry. “Did you honestly expect me to half-ass dramatics?” Still, with the mask on, no one could tell that Percy would be squinting for the entire night.

“Should have expected as much from the guy with fifty-thousand names.” Scanlan beckoned him over, towards a building flashing with lights and brimming with people. Pink and purple streamers hung down from the front doors, with some gold accents for flavour. “I’ll introduce you to my friends. Oh, and congratulate Vex and Vax happy birthday yeah?”

He had no idea who those were, but Percy assented. He had to shout the closer they got to the building. The music was tasteful, for a party, but it was unbearably loud. The migraine, which had subsided somewhat in the hours of silence Percy spent working on the mask, had begun to surface again. Still, he gave his word, and a de Rolo never breaks his word.

Scanlan, bless him, tried his best ot be heard over the music. Percy even tried to lean down to hear him better. All he caught was, “... nice mask… saw Cassandra…” and then, much clearer than anything else, “PIKE’S HERE!”

Now, Scanlan was a friend, possibly Percy’s only friend in the odd two years he’s been a student in Emon. None but Scanlan had the moxy and resolve to continuously track Percy down and whittle his walls little by little to form a fierce friendship with him. Percy would fight dragons for Scanlan if need be. But, he thinks with great respect mixed with even greater resignation and a little bit of frustration and regret; Scanlan packs up all logic and inhibitions and manners into a suitcase whenever he saw Pike, and then defenestrated that suitcase as he bolted for her.

Indeed, with the occasional flash of bright light in the building, Percy saw Scanlan’s form rushing over to the side of a pretty woman with pale hair and a plain light blue mask. He could see the laughter in Scanlan’s shoulders from so far away as he and the woman, Pike, talked about things too far from Percy’s earshot.

Now he was simply alone, in a crowded room full of masked strangers with pulsing lights and too-loud music and Percy quickly took off into a corner, doing mental arithmetic with every step to count down the minutes he’d have to spend in this party he never really wanted to go to.

Mercifully, he found a punch table, several bowls lined up with various liquids. He can’t really drink anything in this mask, but he might as well look like he’s mingling with the crowd and whatnot. Percy grabbed a red plastic cup, chucked most of its contents into a potted plant, and leaned his back against a wall, looking out into the sea of people undulating their bodies with the rhythm of the music, and did his best to look like he wanted to be here.

Save the migraine and the lingering whispers in the back of his head about assignments due, the change of pace was refreshing. Annoying, but refreshing. And lacked the social obligations Percy feared he’d have to fulfill when he first came here. People saw him leaning against the wall and assumed that he was merely taking a break from the festivities or awaiting someone. It was peaceful, in a way.

That is, until a woman with an elegant blue mask marched to the punch table, grabbed two cups, downed both, and grabbed a third and joined Percy, leaning on the wall herself, body slightly angled to face him. Percy angled himself as well to face her, to be polite. The mask covered the upper half of her face, with feathers sticking out and up from one side. It matched her silvery blue dress quite well.

“Do you have a sibling?” she asked without preamble, staring into her cup.

Percy instinctively glanced about the room, trying to look for the matching shock of white hair of his sister, whom Scanlan stated might be here. “Yes, a sister,” he answered idly, if a bit sullenly as he found that she was not in attendance. “Though I’m afraid she didn’t join us this evening. A shame too, she would have made for better conversation.”

“Well, at least you don’t have to watch your sister abandon a conversation with you to trip over words with her crush,” said she. She downed her drink in one go. “Honestly, it’s not even the ‘being ignored mid-conversation’ bit that’s bothering me. It’s the pining! It’s the tripping over his own two feet! My brother is a rogue of a man who stole dad’s credit card so he can throw a couple parties and buy some new shit so I don’t have to spend a cent but have him stand in front of Keyleth and he suddenly forgets every language he’s ever known!”

Percy had no idea who this woman was talking about, but a childhood of etiquette lessons compelled him to nod. He wondered what it would feel like, to have Cassandra be so taken with someone in the romantic sense. Just thinking about it felt odd. “Well, I’ve never had the fortune -or misfortune, apparently- to know that feeling, but I can somewhat relate.” The woman gave him a look that clearly meant that she’d lap up any distraction at the moment. Percy would take a distraction just about this time, too. It would certainly make time pass quicker until he could say that he’s attended and make a beeline back to the dorms. “I was peer-pressured into attending this party by a friend, and then I had to watch that friend leave me to fend for myself so he could unsuccessfully flirt with a woman he likes. And then I’d have to listen to him pine all day when he stumbles back into our dorm room with the scent of so much alcohol on his shirt he could be safely classified as a fire hazard.”

The woman snorted and raised her empty cup in the air. “If I had anything in this cup right now, I’d toast to our shit luck.”

Percy raised his cup as well. “I also have nothing in my cup, as drinking with this mask on is terribly inconvenient, but I can toast to that.”

They tapped their cups together, the woman squinting at Percy, finally, finally getting a good look at him. “Did- did you make your mask?”

“I did.” Again, he tried to adjust his glasses, and again, he hit nothing but the beak of his mask. “Well, I made it quite a few years back, but it seems that attempting to get through Professor Groon’s dreadful history essay requirements had… sparked some of my lost creativity. Fixed a couple of things here and there, re-adjusted the straps-”

“Oh God!” she exclaimed. “I haven’t finished the essay yet.”

Neither had Percy. Seeing as he was in the middle of a party, he’d resigned himself to having to rush it in the morning. Again. “I have to admit, I’m more concerned about Professor Groon’s reaction to me not submitting the assignment than I am with taking the hit to my grades.”

She laughed again. Clearly, whatever that punch is had a kick to it that was only just now starting to take effect. “He is an intimidating man, isn’t he?”

Percy hummed in agreement. Professor Groon made a mountain seem small in comparison. “Dear God, yes. And he never seems to blink.”

“Never!” the woman laughed in agreement. “It is such a relief to hear someone else notice that too. I thought I was going mad, uh…?”

Percival Fredrickstein Von Musel Klossowski de Rolo the III. “Please call me Percy.”

“Wonderful to meet you dear. My name is Vex’ahlia.” She smiled at him from under her mask, face just a little bit red from the punch. The pulsing lights made the braid draped over her shoulder seem to shine. Her hand stretched delicately out towards him.

“It’s nice to meet you, Percy.”

Percy took her hand in his and returned her smile.

He had no idea what possessed him to do so. Perhaps it was her disarming smile that seemed to knock his legs out from under him, or perhaps it was the way her eyes seemed to glow as they locked onto his, maybe it was even the migraine, throwing all common sense onto the ground. But rather than shake her hand, as he would have done in any other circumstance, Percy bent down just a tad and kissed the back of her hand.

“The pleasure is all mine.”

Perhaps he can stand to linger here a few hours more.

#crowsas writes #critical role

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verai-marcel · 5 years

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Caring For Kitten (RDR2 Fanfic, Prisoner AU, 18+ ONLY)

Summary: Charles and you are planning to have a nice weekend together, complete with good meals, great sex, and fantastic aftercare. To your surprise, he gives you something that means more than you think.

Author’s Notes: @arthurs-atonement and I were thirsting over Charles one day, and the topic of bath time with Charles was brought up. And thus… this.

Tags: charles x reader, D/s, aftercare, tender love, rough sex, accidental injury, bathtub sex, slice of life, fluff

Find it on AO3 here!

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You sat at your coffee table, happily munching away on some naan that Charles had made. You were pretty sure the man was fattening you up, but everything he made was so delicious, you couldn't help yourself. As you reached for a third piece, you heard Charles call your name.

“What?”

"You saving any room for actual dinner?"

"Uh…" you pulled your hand away and sighed. You didn't want to eat so much that you couldn't have fun times later. You distracted yourself with the television, streaming silly cat videos until food was ready.

As Charles brought over two bowls, spoons, and a steaming plate of curry and rice, you squealed with delight and dug in.

"God, how do you cook so well?"

Charles shrugged. “Taught myself a lot. And it’s relaxing.”

You wondered if he had done it for a living at some point in his life; he had told you some of his past, like how Arthur had been his roommate before Arthur got put in jail for trying to steal his tools back from a man who had hired them to build a wall in his backyard, and had decided to just keep the tools too. He had told you that he and Arthur used to work at a club in a big city, but he wouldn’t say where or what kind of club; “just a club,” he’d always say. You didn’t press him more than twice; clearly he didn’t want to talk about it.

Sopping up the last of the curry in your bowl with your fourth and final piece of naan, you popped the morsel into your mouth and chewed slowly, savoring the spices and flavor. You raised your eyes to Charles, who was watching you with a soft smile on his face.

“Whut,” you mumbled past the food in your mouth.

“Nothing, I just like seeing you enjoy my cooking, that’s all.”

You chewed and swallowed, and took a big gulp of water. “It’s good stuff. I can’t believe I’m so lucky to have you,” you said nonchalantly.

Charles blinked and let out an amused breath. “You say things like that with zero gravitas,” he remarked.

“Eh, there’s no need for that high falutin’ shit; I figure I’ll just say it like it is and let actions speak for themselves.”

He laughed. “Wise words.” Getting up, he took all the dishes back to the kitchen and started cleaning while you flopped down on the rug and stared at the ceiling. You were exhausted; you almost had a double shift yesterday, and worked a few additional hours today. Your boss had tried to send you home early, not wanting you to exhaust yourself, but you ended up staying when a woman brought in a kitten with a wounded tail. You just couldn’t leave when you heard its pained mews and just instinctively went to help.

Your boss both praised you for your work ethic, and yelled at you for not going home to rest. She reworked your schedule to have an additional day off this week, and sent you home with an order not to check your email for two days.

You slowly blinked, the tiredness from the past work week sinking into your bones. Combined with the good food and comfortable rug beneath you, your body relaxed. Perhaps a bit too much.

***

You woke up in bed, the sunlight glaring through the window.

“Oh, shit,” you muttered. Were you that tired that you just slept the whole night away? Lifting your head to look at your clock, you groaned softly when you saw it was 7:04 AM. Pretty sure you had finished dinner around 8PM. You sighed.

Then you turned over and looked at Charles, who was sleeping soundly with his back to you. Grinning, you wrapped your body around his, though it seemed rather pathetic, you trying to be the big spoon. He was huge, it was like a koala clinging to a thick tree. Still, you nuzzled his skin and sighed happily.

“Morning, wildcat,” he mumbled, and you mewled playfully in response. Turning around in your arms, he pulled you into his embrace and kissed your forehead.

“Feeling better?”

“Yeah. Refreshed, for sure.”

“Good. I have plans for you.”

***

Charles told you he had to go run some errands and would be back in a couple hours. So you cleaned yourself up, showering and brushing your teeth and other stuff. You picked up around your apartment and did adult things (paying bills, balancing your budget, bleh) until you heard Charles knock on the door.

“What’d you get me?” you said jokingly as you opened the door. When he smiled mysteriously, your eyes widened in shock.

“No, no, we talked about this. No gifts unless they’re under five dollars, and even then, you know how I feel about accepting gifts,” you said hotly.

“It’s more for me than for you,” he said as he shut the door behind him. “But I think you’ll enjoy it too.”

He put his hands on your shoulders and turned you around.

“Lift your hair up.”

You did so, and when you felt something soft slip around your neck, a smile grew on your face. You felt the cool metal chain on the back of your neck and trailing down between your shoulder blades. Then Charles turned you back around.

“Come see.”

He led you to the bathroom and turned on the light. The dark red velvet choker necklace had simple green leaves embroidered around it. There was a pendent in the middle, and it had the word “kitten” written in an elegant script.

“It’s… it’s beautiful,” you said, unable to hold back your smile. Then you turned to him and frowned. “Goddammit, I told you not to buy me nice things,” you chastised, even though you were also thrilled to bits.

Charles wrapped an arm around your waist, and then reached for the thin chain, tugging on it to force your head back. “I told you. It’s more for me than you.”

He captured your lips, his hand wandering up to cup your breast, kneading it through the fabric. When he finally let you up for air, he released the chain and chuckled.

“What?” you asked, puzzled.

He pointed at your Tenga Iroha stick vibrator, just sitting on your bathroom counter, out in the open. “You shouldn’t leave that out and around, someone will notice.”

You scoffed. The vibrator just looked like a tube of lipstick, innocuous. “No one's pointed it out before… just you.”

Charles tilted his head. “Hm.” He grabbed it off the counter and smirked at you. Taking the end of your chain, he guided you to the bedroom.

***

“Take off your clothes.”

You eagerly removed everything, taunting him by going slow, stripping playfully for him. He stood, arms crossed, watching your every move. You knew you were going to pay for your teasing, but you couldn’t help it. When you flung your panties past him, he finally walked towards you.

“Lay down.”

You swatted at his pecs.

He grabbed your wrists and wrestled you down onto the bed as you laughed.

“Such a bad kitten,” he said in a low voice. “Needs training.” He spread your legs, holding them down with his knees as he palmed your breasts with one hand, kneading and teasing them in turn. Then he twisted the vibrator on, the hum sounding ominous as he slowly lowered it to your pussy. He teased around your clit at first, making sure you knew he controlled your pleasure.

“Will you behave?”

You stuck your tongue out at him.

He grinned and pushed the vibrator against your clit. You cried out, surprised by the sudden burst of sensation.

Charles expertly moved the vibrator around your clit and around your pussy, dipping it inside of you every once in a while. Waves of intense pleasure followed by a soft thrum of bliss went through your body, your mind drifting off as you gave in to his touch. Whatever he gave, whether it was his hand caressing you as he stroked every inch of your skin, or his wet tongue on your nipple, you took it gladly and begged for more.

“More Charles, I want more!”

He raised an eyebrow at you. “Oh? Such a needy pet.” He stepped away from you completely, and you let out a sob. He set down the vibrator and took off his clothes, slowly, teasing you in return. You knew you were going to pay.

When you got up and tried to help him take off his pants, he none too gently shoved you back on the bed. When you tried again, he grabbed you, flipped you over, and held your wrists at your back as he dropped his pants.

“Bad kitten,” he growled, and pushed his cock against your entrance. “You know what that means.”

You mewled.

His huge cock took you slowly, stretching you as he kept you held down. You grunted as he filled you completely, his hips pushed up against your ass.

“Will you be good?”

You shoved against him with your hips.

He let out a short bark of a laugh before crushing your body against the bed. Grabbing the chain, he pulled, making you lift your head up so he could kiss you as he began to fuck you vigorously. It was so good, so fierce, and you were humping him back just as rigorously, until…

“Ow!”

Charles immediately froze. He let you go as you slid off him and curled up in a fetal position.

“Tell me what you need,” he said.

“Just give me a minute,” you gritted out. After a few deep breaths, you laughed shakily. “I think I may have fucked too hard. My pussy feels sore.”

He just nodded, sitting next to you and running his hands through your hair. “I’m sorry.”

“Not your fault,” you responded. “I shouldn’t have humped you so hard.”

He leaned down to kiss your temple. “Let’s be more careful next time,” he said, artfully dodging any potential arguments about whose fault it was. “I’ll run you a bath.”

You watched as he pulled a bag of bath salts from the same bag that your collar had been in. “Bath salts?”

Nodding, Charles went into the bathroom and you heard the sounds of your tub being filled. Coming back out to you, he lifted you up carefully and carried you into the bathroom. The scent of lavender filled the air as he stepped into the tub and lowered himself down, moving you to sit between his legs. He moved to take your collar off, but you held his hand and shook your head. He let go of the clasp and left it on.

It was a small tub, the two of you fitting in tightly, but it just meant you could use Charles as a giant body pillow as he massaged your shoulders and back. He let you soak, his hands working their magic on your whole body, relaxing you so much that you closed your eyes and dozed peacefully for a few minutes, leaning back against his broad chest.

“How are you feeling?” he finally asked when you looked up at him to kiss his chin.

“Really good. Thank you,” you replied, reaching up to tangle your fingers in his hair. You started to move your hips, feeling his cock twitch beneath you.

“Aren’t you sore?”

“Just a little. Anyway, I want your cock inside me.” You moved your legs to the outside of his, continuing to undulate your hips against him.

Charles laughed softly as he grabbed your hips and lifted you up just high enough to let his cock nudge your entrance, then slowly lowered you down. You sighed happily as he filled you back up again, the threshold between pleasure and pain wavering. When you were fully seated in his lap, his shaft completely inside, he wrapped his hands around your breasts as you moved, your back sliding against his chest in the water.

He thrust up into you, unable to control himself as he slid a hand down into the water to play with your clit. Rubbing you with a gentle touch, you felt your pleasure building up with each stroke, his other hand playing with your nipples, his lips against your neck.

“You feel so good, kitten,” he praised in his deep voice. “You want to be filled up?”

“Yes, please,” you begged.

“Be a good pet and come for me.” He grabbed your breasts with both hands and started thrusting harder into you. You panted and reached down to your clit, pushing yourself to your climax.

“Oh fuck,” you cried out as your body spasmed and you slammed your body against his and twitched your hips. He grabbed the chain of your collar with one hand and pulled, growling as he followed you into a mindless ecstasy, pumping his seed deep within you.

Falling back against his chest, you could feel Charles breathing hard as you caught your breath, his cum leaking from you as he slipped from your body. You looked up at him, and for a moment, he just looked at you like he was drunk, a big grin on his face.

Then you winced.

He scowled.

“Did you push yourself too far again?” he scolded.

You grinned innocently. “Would I do that?”

He rolled his eyes at you. “Someone has to take care of you.”

You nuzzled his neck. “That’s why you’re here.”

He wrapped his arms around you and sighed. “Silly kitten.” He caressed the collar around your neck. “Why didn’t you want to take off the collar?”

You smiled. “Because you gave it to me.” Reaching behind you to tousle his hair, you sighed happily. “Besides, you like how it looks on me, don’t you?”

He kissed the top of your head. “I like you, wildcat.”

***

After the two of you cleaned up and dried off, Charles carried you to the bed to lay down. You curled up in his lap like a cat as he stroked your head.

“Charles?”

“Hmm?”

“How did you know to bring bath salts?”

“I’ve been meaning to buy some. I know I’m… big. I don’t want to hurt you, but like today, I know accidents happen. Wanted to be prepared.”

You twisted in his lap so you could look up at him. He was wearing just boxer shorts, and seeing him from below just made him seem bigger, almost frightfully large.

But to you, he was just your big cuddly bear, and you knew he’d never hurt you. You held your arms up, and he picked you up with ease and sat you up in his lap so you could wrap your arms around his neck. His arms wrapped around your torso, his hands splayed out on your back, and he held you close. The chain of your collar felt cool on your skin, the velvet soft against your neck, and you smiled; you hadn’t taken it off this whole time, and neither had he. The two of you stayed like that, just holding each other peacefully.

“Please stay,” you whispered.

“Always,” he whispered back.

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End Notes: I read three articles about bathtub sex, and I still made stuff up. Anyway. Hope you enjoyed this peek into their daily lives! Next part, back to Arthur & Prison Guard!Reader for some kinky fun. Thanks for reading!

#charles smith #charles smith x reader #rdr2 fanfic #fanfic #writing #lemon fanfic #prisoner AU

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You First

Pairings: Josh x Tyler

Warnings/Tags: Frottage/dry humping/grinding, cuming in pants, coming out, bed sharing, roommates, friends to lovers, thunderstorm anxiety, thunder buddies.

So there’s no actual sex in this part but I don’t think you’ll miss it much it’s very detailed and the boys have quite the imagination ;)

Tyler nervously paced the living room, gazing out the window at the falling snow while the phone rang in his ear. His guts churned as he waited for Josh to answer. He knew coming out wasn’t something that should be done over the phone, but he also knew he would chicken out for the umpteenth time the second his best friend returned home to their shared apartment.

That’s just the thing though, Josh isn’t just Tyler’s best friend because Tyler’s pretty sure you’re not supposed to jerk off thinking about your best friend. Yet, that’s exactly what Tyler’s been doing for years, ever since his dick twitched for the first time as a teen when they were changing into their swim trunks in Tyler’s parents’ RV at the lake. Thankfully, Josh seemed to be in a hurry to get into the water because Tyler stayed in the RV a suspiciously long time after that.

The phone stopped ringing and words started leaving Tyler’s mouth before Josh even got a chance to say hello.

“Josh, I have something I want to tell y —”

“Hey, Ty. Sorry to cut you off, but can this wait? I’m kinda in the middle of something at my parents’ house. I’ll be home in about an hour.”

“Yeah — yeah, sure. No problem, man. I understand. I’ll let you go,” Tyler said, feeling defeated.

“Ok, thanks. I have something I want to tell you too, by the way. Just let me finish telling my parents first. We can talk when I get home.”

‘It’s ok,’ Tyler told himself after he hung up. ‘He knows I wanna talk to him about something now at least. I can’t back out this time…’

Or can he?

*****************************

“Ty!” Josh called, entering the apartment.

“Yeah?” Tyler answered, scurrying out of his room into the living room where he finds Josh taking a seat on the couch.

“You wanted to tell me something?”

“Uhhh… yeah... umm but... but you first!” he said slowly, taking a seat next to Josh, trying to buy himself more time. Josh took a deep breath before he started to speak, and it made Tyler nervous because whatever Josh had to say seemed genuinely important.

“Ok, here we go —” Josh started, anxiously rubbing both hands up and down is own thighs. “So, my parents actually took this a lot better than I thought they would. I’m hoping you’re okay with it too, and that it doesn’t make things awkward between us, especially given our living situation.” He paused, taking another deep breath before finally spitting it out.

“Tyler, I’m gay.”

“Oh... wow... umm… okay —” Tyler stuttered, feeling panicked. He scratched at the back of his neck as he scoured his brain for the right words. “Nah, it’s cool, man. Whatever makes you happy. I just want my best friend to be happy. You’re my best friend and nothing will ever change that.”

‘Best Friend. Best Friend. Best Friend.’ Tyler had to keep reminding himself to keep his conflicted excitement at bay. Part of him was thrilled that this made the fantasy of getting to be with Josh more reachable, but at the same time, the very idea terrified him. What if he got what wanted but it ultimately destroyed their friendship? Tyler would never be able to live with himself. He meant what he said: Josh is his best friend, and nothing will ever change that.

Which is exactly why Tyler’s decided not to tell him about himself.

“You sure, man? I thought you were gonna get all weird on me for a second there,” Josh asked worriedly. “So, you wouldn’t be bothered by it if I… I like, had a guy spend the night here? Not anytime soon,” Josh laughs, “I’m single as a Pringle.”

‘Bothered by it? No. Jealous? Definitely!’

“Yeah, I’m sure. And no, that’d be fine.” Tyler forced a smile, opening his arms. “C’mere.” He pulled Josh in for a long hug and patted him on the back, “I’m proud of you. I know this must have taken a lot of courage. Especially telling your parents.”

“Thank you,” Josh said, breaking the embrace. “Speaking of telling my parents, you gotta hear this,” he snickered. “So when I came out to them, one of the first things my mom said was ‘So... you and that Joseph boy?’ and I laughed, like, ‘Tyler!? No, Mom, he’s straight. We’re just friends.’”

“Haha... yeah. Just friends,” Tyler laughed on the outside, even though on the inside he felt like he was dying.

“Oh, hey, didn’t you have something you wanted to tell me too?”

“Oh… umm… nah. Don’t worry about it. It’s not important.”

***********************

“Fuck off!” Tyler’s body jumps as humid summer air cracks loudly with thunder.

It was one thing to be lonely and craving Josh’s warmth on cold winter nights, but it’s been six months and now the summer heat storms leave him craving his comfort. Storms have given Tyler anxiety for as long as he can remember, and Josh has been his lifelong thunder buddy, which was all good when storms happen during the day, but there’s not much he can do when they occur at night. It’s not like he can go crawling into Josh’s bed like a child, although he very much wants to.

Lighting illuminates the sky again and Tyler squeezes his eyes together and begins to count in a whisper, just like Josh always does for him.

“One Mississippi... two Mississippi... three Mississippi… four Mississippi… five Mississippi — Jesus!” Tyler jolts at the loud thunderclap. ‘Five seconds. That means the storm’s only a mile away. It will be over soon,’ Tyler tells himself. The anxiety from the storm has left his mouth dry, and he decides to get up and quickly get some water from the kitchen before the next big boom hits. As he returns to his bedroom with drink in hand, the apartment is illuminated by a burst of lightning once again, and he swears he sees someone lying on the living room couch.

“Josh?”

“Yeah?”

“What are you doing out here man — shit!” Tyler shrieks at the thunderclap, sloshing water from his cup.

“Three seconds, Ty. Less than a mile. It’s closer, but it’s closer to being over.” Josh can’t see it in the dark, but a smile brighter than lightning spreads across Tyler’s face. He can’t believe Josh — who for whatever reason is sleeping on the couch — was instinctually counting the thunder for him. “The air conditioner in my room gave out. I thought we lost power from the storm, but then I realized I could hear the one out here still running.”

“I’m not letting you sleep on the couch. Come on —" Tyler waves him over, “my air conditioner works just fine.”

“It’s okay, I rather sleep on the couch than on the floor.”

“Who the hell said anything about you sleeping on the floor? I have a queen size bed. Let’s go. Come on, before it thunders again.”

“Remember, Tyler, it’s just a sound and it can’t hurt you,” Josh says as he sits up.

“I know,” Tyler smiles. “So, you coming?”

“You sure you’re ok sharing a bed with me?”

“Josh, we’ve shared beds our whole lives”

“I know, but now —”

“You’re my best friend,” Tyler states, unsure if he’s trying to remind Josh or himself. “Come on,” Tyler rushes, anxiously bouncing in place with his arms crossed tightly across his bare chest, knowing the next thunderclap is coming any moment.

“I’m coming,” Josh says, rising from the couch. It’s dark inside the apartment, and Tyler can barely make out Josh’s silhouetted frame as he walks towards him, that is until his muscular body steps into the sliver of moonlight creeping in through the curtains. Tyler swallows hard as he takes in the sight before him: Josh clad in those black shorts with the single highlighter- yellow stripe that he adores so much. They were far too short, but Tyler wasn’t going to be the one to tell him.

“Ahhhh,” Josh breathes out. “So much cooler in here than even the living room. Thanks, bud,” Josh says as they slip under the sheets; Ty to the left Josh to the right, both lying on their backs.

“Anytime.”

Just then, a bright flash of lighting lights up the room and Tyler hears Josh softly counting for him. “One Mississippi… two Mississippi —” BOOM! A thunderous roar echoes throughout the bedroom. “Hey, you didn’t jump that time; I’m proud of you.”

“Yeah, I guess I didn’t.” Tyler just feels so safe having Josh there with him, but he doesn’t dare tell him.

A few minutes of silence pass between the two, even though neither are asleep when there’s another lightning strike. Josh counts again. “One Mississippi —” CRACK! “It’s just about overhead now. It will be over soon.”

“Thank you.” Tyler turns his head, smiling at Josh in the darkness.

“Anytime,” Josh mimics Tyler’s earlier response. “Thank you again for letting me sleep in here.”

“No worries. I knew you’d get me into bed with you eventually,” Tyler attempts to joke, or maybe he’s thinking aloud, he’s not really sure, but he knows he regretted it the second it left his lips.

“Ummm, what’s that supposed to mean?” Josh questions, unsure if he should be intrigued or offended.

“Sorry. Forget I said anything. Please, let’s just go to sleep,” Tyler pleads, his chest pounding. His stupid words play loudly through his mind, drowning out the thunder as it hits again.

“I just don’t understand why you said that,” Josh starts, turning on his side to face Tyler. “I mean, you’re straight, and I would I never try —”

“Am I though? Have I ever told you that I’m straight.?” ‘Oh shit, there’s no turning back now.’

“I mean, no… but I just —-”

“You just assumed.” Tyler doesn’t mean to be so snappy with his best friend, he’s just really panicked right now.

“So... ummm… are you —-”

“Gay? Yes! Yes, yes, yes, I am. Is that what you want me to say?” Tyler blurts out.

“But I don’t get it, why didn’t you just tell me when I told — Oh my God! That’s what you wanted to tell me that night, isn’t it?” Josh questions. “And I stole your gay thunder,” he finishes light heartedly, earning a small chuckle from Tyler.

“Yeah…” Tyler turns on his side to face Josh. “I’m so sorry, I don’t mean to be coming off so angry right now. I’m just really scared. Your friendship means everything to me.”

“Tyler, your friendship means everything to me too. I’m the last person that would judge you for being gay. I’m fucking gay too, Tyler! I don’t get it. Why didn’t you just tell me? Especially after I came out to you?”

“Because… because —” ‘Don’t say it. Don’t say it.’ Tyler’s brain pleads with his lips. “Because I like you, Josh. I always have. Like, I have feelings for you, beyond platonic ones. At least I think I do. I don’t know. You’re incredibly attractive, and you make me smile, and — “

“Tyler I —”

“No! Please, just let me finish while I still have the guts to,” Tyler cuts him off. “And you were my first friend, but you were also my first crush. And the first time I — uh... a lot of really embarrassing other firsts, okay? But, like I said, your friendships means everything to me. So I decided not to tell you after you came out to me because I was afraid there was a chance we would hookup or do something stupid and ruin nearly three decades of friendship.”

“Tyler I... I like you too.” Josh’s smile reaches his eyes, crinkling them in the corners the way Tyler adores.

“You... you do?” Tyler’s stomach sloshes with a cocktail of nerves, excitement, and guilt at Josh’s words because he’s not sure if this is good or bad… very very bad.

“Yeah,” Josh admits. “And you wanna talk embarrassing firsts? Do you remember that time your parents took us to the lake in the RV and we were changing into our swim trunks together?”

“Oh God, you saw?”

“Saw what?” Josh questions. “I was too worried you might see something. I ran out of that RV so fast. I barely had my swim trunks up over my ass before I dove into the water to hide. You didn’t notice?” He laughs. “I was worried for weeks you weren’t gonna talk to me anymore once you realized what happened.”

“No, I didn’t” Tyler laughs. “I was too busy taking care of a problem of my own. You didn’t think it was odd that it took me like a solid fifteen minutes to come out of the RV?”

The laughter of both boys fills the room; the thunder only a low rumble in the distance now. Their eyes find each other’s in the slight glow of a far-off lightning strike, and they begin to move in closer, their lips hovering dangerously close to the other’s, before finally connecting briefly.

“Joshhh,” Tyler breathes in a faint whisper. “I don’t know if we should do this.”

“I’ll respect whatever you want to do, but I think we owe it to ourselves after all these years to see where this goes,” Josh says. “And if it doesn’t work out, I won’t hold it against you and we can pretend it never happened, but please, I need to know.”

“I need to know too,” Tyler says against his better judgment, reaching out to cup Josh’s face as he connects their lips again.

A series of slow, sweet, close-mouthed kisses keep their lips engaged until Josh slightly opens his, dragging his bottom lip over Tyler’s and bravely parting his pillow-soft pout with his tongue.

Tyler eagerly accepts it into his mouth, embarrassed by the moans he fills Josh’s mouth with in return. Josh smiles against Tyler’s lips in the dark, chuckling lightly. His warm breath cascades over Tyler's mouth and chin.

“Not funny,” Tyler whines.

“Oh, but it is,” Josh teases between kisses, “Is that all it takes to get you going? A little tongue?” And with that, Josh places a hand on Tyler’s chest, easing him down onto his back and then swings his knee over his hip, straddling him. “I’m just getting started with you,” he taunts, filling Tyler's mouth with his tongue yet again.

The kisses intensify, and Tyler tangles his hands in Josh’s dark curls, pulling him closer as his body erupts in goosebumps. Josh runs his hands down Tyler’s side, reading his body like braille. His hands settle on the waistband of his black and grey striped boxer briefs that are growing tighter with each passing second.

“Josh!” Tyler breaks the kiss, tensing up as he feels his best friend loop his thumbs into the top of his boxers and begin to pull down. He removes his hands from Josh’s hair, bringing them to Josh’s wrists, halting his actions. “I-I don’t want to have sex... not yet. Not tonight, anyway. Can -can we just take things slow?”

“Of course,” Josh says, leaning down to kiss Tyler’s stomach. “You want me to just give you head then?”

“No, ummm... um... slower...” Tyler says shyly.

“Jerk you off? Josh questions, running his hand up and down the outline of Tyler’s hard on through his boxers, causing his friend’s breath to hitch and body to shift uncomfortably. “Sorry!” Josh apologizes immediately, pulling his back his hand. “Tell me what you want, baby.”

A sudden warmth rushes to Tyler’s abdomen at the sound of the pet name and — fuck — he swears if Josh says it again, he might cum before he even lays a hand on him. “Just — just kiss me and… umm... yeah, just kiss me,” Tyler stutters, too embarrassed to say what else he’s thinking. Soon enough Josh will get the picture.

Their lips find each other’s again, tongues making up for years of lost time when almost immediately, Tyler thrusts his hips up, grinding into Josh.

“Mmmm,” Josh moans into the kiss before breaking it. “So you wanna play that game, huh?” Josh teases, rolling his hips back, his aching cock rubbing against Tyler’s. After a few more experimental — back and forth — thrusts, the two settle into a rhythm, their hips moving in unison as they rut against each other.

“Fuck!” Tyler gasps, arching his head back and letting his legs fall open. Josh takes advantage of the better access, attaching his mouth to Tyler’s neck, his thrusts striking against Tyler’s perineum. Tyler enjoys the intimacy of the new position. If he wasn’t so worried about ruining their friendship, he’d let Josh fuck him right now; he’s dying to know how Josh would feel inside of him. But somehow Tyler’s convinced himself that this is for the best, that fucking your best friend through his clothes is a lot easier to take back than if they actually had sex.

“Uhhh, wanna try something. Roll over,” Josh breathes against Tyler’s neck. Tyler hesitates at first, not sure what Josh has planned, but he trusts his best friend to respect his boundaries, so he does as he’s told, turning over on all fours.

Closing his eyes, Josh palms the fabric of Tyler’s boxers and imagines how good it would feel to yank them down and bottom out inside of Tyler, but he knows his friend’s not ready. He instead moves his hands to Tyler’s hips, gripping them tightly and pulling him back against himself. The whooshing sound of Josh’s swishy, polyester fabric shorts echoes through the room with every thrust against Tyler’s ass.

Tyler lets his imagination run wild as Josh’s erection — only separated by two thin layers of fabric — prods his asshole. Tyler imagines it pushing against his prostate in the way only his own fingers have, late at night when dirty thoughts of Josh deter his sleep.

Josh can tell by Tyler’s needy whines that’s he’s desperate for friction. Honoring Tyler’s limits, Josh opts to bunch up a pillow and shoves it under him. The soft down provides just enough pressure against Tyler’s cock as every roll of Josh's hips help him grind against it.

“Josh, s-so close.”

“Mmm me too. Cum for me, baby. You first.”

There’s that word again, and it’s all Tyler needed, the simple pet name making him cry out Josh’s name and soak his boxers with cum. The massive load seeps through the fabric, wetting the pillow under him as Josh pounds against him, chasing his own release. He reaches it moments later, his cum leaving a faint dark spot on the back of Tyler’s boxers. He wishes so badly he could’ve finished inside him and have gotten the pleasure of seeing his gaping hole, dripping with cum and clenching at nothing as he pulled out, but this will do just fine for now. Besides, it’s too dark in the room to see much of anything at the moment.

“Shower?” Josh offers, dismounting Tyler and turning on lights. He wonders now why he hadn’t thought to turn them on sooner because Tyler looks absolutely wrecked and he would have enjoyed watching it happen.

“Together? I-I don’t know, Josh,” Tyler hesitates, shifting to sit at the edge of the bed and grabbing the pillow, placing it on his lap to cover the large, obvious wet spot on his boxers. He wishes he had another one to cover his face because he can feel it flushing red under Josh’s gaze.

“Yeah, it will be nice, and we kinda have to,” Josh states looking down at his cum-filled shorts. “Hands above the waist, I promise,” Josh assures Tyler, who then shyly looks down at the pillow in his lap and back up at Josh. “Okay, okay. Eyes too, even though I’ve seen it a million times.” Josh laughs, reaching out for Tyler’s hand. Tyler lets the pillow fall to the floor and takes Josh’s hand, allowing him to pull him to his feet and guide him to the bathroom.

Inside the bathroom, Josh turns on the water and the two peel their sticky clothing off and step in. The tepid water is a nice contrast to their flushed skin. Tyler soaps up his hands and turns away from Josh as he rinses the arousal from his length and the dark patch of curls above. Josh does the same, running a soaped-up hand over the smooth expanse of the fully groomed region, washing away the remnants of his climax.

“I’ve been wanting to do that for such a long time,” Josh says when the two turn back to face each other. “Well, not exactly that, but I definitely enjoyed myself,” he smirks, running his cool, wet hands down Tyler’s chest, and leaning in for a quick kiss.

“Me too,” Tyler smiles, “I’m sorry we didn’t — um, I want to, it’s just —”

“It’s ok. I understand. We’ve waited this long; I have no problem waiting until you’re ready, assuming you want to continue to see where this goes?” Josh asks, moving his hands lower. Tyler watches nervously as Josh’s hands descend down his torso. “Relax Tyler, I’m a man of my word,” Josh says, pausing his hands at Tyler’s hips.

Bringing his eyes to Josh’s, Tyler smiles wide, activating his dimples in a way that seems to say ‘Yes’ and ‘Thank You’ before kissing him briefly. “We should probably get to bed and try to get some sleep now that the storm has passed.”

“Yeah, you’re right,” Josh says, shutting off the water. He opens the shower door and motions to Tyler like a gentleman “You first.”

Part 2 here

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taegienthusiasts · 6 years

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Make a Wish (Kim Taehyung) - CHAPTER 1

CHAPTER SUMMARY: Maybe at summer camp when you were 7 years old, you only had one friend, but college seems to prove you wrong. Every minute you try to take a breather, another asthma attack on legs comes in and proclaims an unspoken friendship with you. Is it even possible to get a break in a college population so large?

GENRE: Romance, Comedy, Fluff-ish

WARNINGS: None :)

AUTHOR’S NOTE: So maybe this was a long time coming, but I was scared I wouldn’t be able to finish this series and stopped myself from posting it. However, Admin Reggie threatened [ >:-( ] me to post this or else she would do it herself. Hope you guys enjoy!

PROLOGUE | CHAPTER 1 | TBC

Those days of summer now, however, were pushed far back into the recesses of your mind. It swam around with feelings of contentment, nostalgia, and disappointment. When you were picked up by your family, your fourteen-year-old brother, Seokjin, bit back any semblance of a retort and wiped the tears that were silently falling down your cheeks.

Your parents, from the front seat, were saying words of comfort, but even they knew it was pointless.

“It’s okay, Y/N,” your brother had cooed, giving you one of his biggest smiles. “You’ll see Eunha and Mingyu at school.”

At that moment, you sniffled and nodded, but days later, you admitted to your family that you had made a friend that even time couldn’t replace.

Perhaps that was the time you really came to terms with your feelings.

Several years later, on a Friday afternoon, you sat on your dorm bed with your laptop perched on the comforter while its fan blew an unnecessary amount of heat onto it. Without much of a thought, your fingers worked diligently on typing out the paper for your “Transition to University Life” class - something you deemed unhelpful despite its seemingly innocent name.

The class was filled with papers of all assortments to “better adjust you into the college life,” but all it did was add more useless work on top of the work that you should have been focusing on instead. The only reason you were able to survive was through the snarky comments of your newfound best friend, Jungkook, who found the class just as paradoxically toxic as you did.

Since the class was of such a large size, taking place in a lecture hall nonetheless, you were allotted at least one partner for all of your papers. Jungkook and you never liked any of the other classmates who viewed it as another “freebie” class when it was anything but. Thus, that meant you two were stuck doing the assignments with just each other. You wouldn’t have admitted it to your friend who could be a thorn in your side at times, but he made the class a thousand times more enjoyable.

“Y/N,” you heard softly. You looked up and saw your roommate, Lisa, looking up at you with her big doe eyes as if she were caught doing a crime. “I hope you don’t mind if I have someone come over to help me study for a chemistry test.”

A small smile appeared on your lips as you shook your head.

Most people had the misconception that a roommate was either your best friend or your enemy. Lisa wasn’t either, but you didn’t mind her at all. She was more or less someone you could talk to if Jungkook wasn’t around to listen to you and she was in the room. She thought the same of you if her best friends weren’t around either and you were at her disposal. It was a great trade off for a roommate.

“I don’t mind,” you finally answered. “Who is she?”

“Oh! Actually, it’s a guy.” Her cheeks blazed red as she looked down at the ground and smiled widely. “His name is Kim Taehyung. Maybe you’ve heard of him?”

You’ve heard of him from passing through your brother for sure. Something about how “if he were a dog, he would hump a table leg if he had to”? Hopefully, for Lisa’s sake, that wasn’t the case, but you knew your brother’s opinion was never entirely wrong. “I think I have. I heard he was a nice guy,” you lied. Not technically a lie since he probably was, but it definitely wasn’t a statement you would hear on campus all the time.

Lisa’s eyes sparked up instantly and she looked back up at you with such wonder. “That’s what I told my friends!” she chirped. “But they think he’s just a bad guy.”

“I’m sure that’s not the case.”

Lisa nodded her head vehemently. You felt a part of yourself feel horrible for even thinking of lying, but the way she looked so downtrodden from her friends’ disapproval, you figured what she needed was a little pick-me-up before the guy showed up.

The conversation died down just as quickly as it started. The excitement that Lisa was feeling, however, bounced off the walls as she restlessly fixed her outfit and checked her makeup every few minutes. Meanwhile, you were decked out in your bare minimum just so that you could at least look presentable for Lisa.

As you neared the end of your paper, a knock on the front door resonated throughout your room. You watched in your peripheral vision as Lisa took one last deep breath and pulled open the door. You couldn’t see her face, but with the way she leaned herself against the door and held the handle in her fidgety hand, you could already imagine she was giving him the same doe-eyed look she had given you minutes before.

A small smile danced on your lips before you heard footsteps scuffing the floor of the room. You looked up when Lisa said, “Taehyung, this is Y/N.”

Holy crap, was all you thought as Taehyung approached you. Maybe you should have put on leggings instead of your sweatpants.

His silver hair was parted down the middle to show a part of his forehead, but you wished that it was much longer so you didn’t have to look into his cat-like eyes.

“Y/N, this is Taehyung.”

You were taken aback when his hand reached out to you. You didn’t remember reaching your hand toward him until he took it within his firm, warm grasp and shook it.

“Nice to meet you,” he said, the corners of his lips turned up into a smirk. “You’re Seokjin’s sister?”

You gulped and nodded. “Yeah,” was all your dry throat could muster. Thank heavens it was dry or drool would have been landing on his hand, which by the way was still holding onto yours.

“Cool.” He retracted his hand and you were nearly tempted to grab it again to pull him onto your covers, but you knew Lisa would have you on your blacklist if you even tried to make out with him in front of her. “Seokjin tells me a lot about you. Hope to see you around more.”

Nodding again, you turned back to your laptop and half listened to Lisa whine about how their professor was a major nut job, while Taehyung wholeheartedly and enthusiastically agreed. At first, you weren’t bothered by it, but it soon reached a point where all you could hear were their giggles and murmurs.

Normally, noises never really bothered you when you wrote, since your focus was always on your paper. However, this time? You weren’t sure why you were bothered by it.

“Ah! I’ve got to go. Jungkook needs me,” you found yourself saying before you could really think it through.

Both Lisa and Taehyung whipped their heads around to see you packing up your essentials into your backpack and hopping off of your bed.

Lisa stood up quickly and looked up at you apologetically. “Were we making too much noise?” she asked, her hands folded neatly in front of her.

A wave of guilt washed over you as you saw her looking at you like that. Why had you been so bothered by the noise they were making when it was barely above a whisper? “Not at all.” You waved your hand in dismissal and offered her a kind smile. “Jungkook and I have a paper due for class on Tuesday and he texted me freaking out about it.”

It was then that Taehyung pushed his chair out a little to look at you. His eyebrow was raised while his arm was draped across the back of the chair. “Really? I actually was with him before. He didn’t seem too bothered. In fact, he seemed to be doing just fine while he was drinking his banana milk.”

Aw crap. Good looking, charming, and smart? Did this boy really have to hit nearly every cylinder? Hopefully, his one weakness was that he stole candy from a random baby once. Maybe even fourteen babies if you were lucky. “Oh, well,” you started with an uneasy chuckle, “I guess the effects of the banana milk wore off and he’s feeling the stress. I’ll see you guys around.”

Before any other protests could leave their mouths, you grabbed a jacket on your way out and threw your backpack over your shoulders.

Since you lived on the same floor, you made a beeline for Jungkook’s dorm and knocked on it a few times before looking around the hall in alarm. Once he pried open the door, you noticed that his roommate, Yugyeom, was talking to what you assumed to be his girlfriend, on his phone. The two of you exchanged waves and smiles.

“Jungkook, I need you,” you whispered, grabbing his arm and pulling him outside the dorm.

Jungkook looked down at you with his eyebrows furrowed and his face contorting into a grimace. “I thought we agreed that a friendship is what best suited us.”

“You know that’s not what I meant. Go get dressed and meet me in the lounge.”

“I don’t need to change,” he argued, crossing his arms over his chest, “but I’m hungry and I will utilize you for snacks.” He turned around to say goodbye to his roommate before he walked with you down toward the lounge. “So is there a reason why you so rudely interrupted me while I could have been working on our paper?”

“Oh, please. You know if I didn’t come to get you, you would hide yourself in the bathroom and beat your meat to mediocre phone camera porn.”

“I am offended.” Jungkook placed a hand on his heart as you pulled open the door to the lounge and pushed him in. He threw himself onto the couch, where you joined him not even a few seconds later. “I only beat my meat to high quality.”

“Right.” You pulled your laptop out of your bag and situated it on your lap, where after it booted up, it displayed your essay in all of its typo’d glory. “I called you here so we could work on our paper.”

Jungkook scoffed and leaned back on the couch. “I find that hard to believe. The last time we worked on it together in person, you threw your sandwich at me because I kept putting memes on the paper.”

You turned your attention to him, your eyes set in a hard glare as he looked at you questioningly. “You know, I could throw you back in your room. I’m sure Yugyeom and his girlfriend are having hot, steamy - ”

“Okay, fine!” He pouted and gently pried the laptop out of your hands. “Forgive me for trying to be a nice best friend.”

Seeing him pout, you sighed softly and leaned back as well to look at what he was doing on your laptop. He was being a really nice best friend. He didn’t have to come out with you to “work on your paper,” but he did anyway because he was concerned. “I asked you to come out because Lisa and her classmate were making a lot of noise.”

At that, Jungkook quirked an eyebrow and turned to look at you. “That’s...uncharacteristic of you.” He then propped the laptop on the spot next to him, its fan once again whirring against the seat to alert you of its presence. “One time I blasted ‘All Star’ by Smash Mouth from my speaker and you still managed to write an A paper at the same time.”

“I know,” you murmured, leaning yourself against one side of the couch while he put the laptop on the ground and leaned himself against the other side. “I don’t know why it bothered me today.”

“Who was she working with?”

You hoped Jungkook wouldn’t ask this question, but there seemed to be some days that your hope was quickly diminished. Today definitely was one of them. “Kim Taehyung,” you whispered out.

The gasp that escaped Jungkook’s lips probably could have been heard by Lisa and Taehyung, even through the glass that protected you two. “There’s your answer. You were probably jealous.”

“Jealous?” you exclaimed. “What’s there to be jealous about? He’s a sex-crazed machine!”

“While that may be true, he is also an attractive sex-crazed machine. At least to you.” Your best friend snickered behind his hand as his eyes narrowed into taunting slits.

This time, a pout graced your lips as you dove from your side of the couch to latch onto Jungkook and muss up his perfectly combed hair. “Take that back, you heathen!” you said between a fit of giggles as Jungkook tried desperately to grab at your wrists.

“Not until you admit that you have a big - ”

“Y/N? Jungkook?”

The two of you looked up to see Taehyung standing at the glass doorway of the lounge. His eyebrows furrowed and his lips tugged into a straight line. Sheepishly, you got off of Jungkook and fixed your hair before saying, “It’s really not what it looks like.”

Jungkook nodded fervently. “Yeah, Y/N has the hots for someone else.”

Cheeks burning, you threw a pillow at Jungkook. “I do not!”

Taehyung grinned brightly and walked closer to the two of you, tapping Jungkook on the shoulder so that he could slide over and give the older boy a seat. He gave a hum as he sat down and looked at you. “Don’t people usually deny things immediately when it’s true?”

You looked at him with a big frown on your face, hands curled into fists on your lap. If this was what one of your brother’s friends was like, you could barely even imagine how the others would be. The only friends you had met were his roommate, Yoongi and your RA, Namjoon. You briefly met Hoseok when he was dropping off groceries to the apartment your brother and Yoongi shared.

“In her case, she’ll deny anything just for the sake of arguing,” Jungkook said with a snicker. Seeing your frown, he took your cheek between his fingers and squished them. Even at that, you couldn’t help the smile fighting at your lips. “Plus, don’t think too much on her liking anyone. Y/N is into good guys anyway.” You looked at Jungkook with your mouth agape, while he smirked at you. Besides your family, Jungkook had been the only one to know about that summer. Not even your closest friends had the luxury of knowing that. That was how much faith you put into Jungkook.

Taehyung’s eyebrow quirked up. “Really? How come?” He looked at you with a smirk as he continued, “Don’t you know that good guys are boring?”

“I don’t think my preference is up for debate,” you murmured as you packed your things. You saw how concerned they both looked from the corner of your eye. “Don’t you have a chemistry test to study for?”

“Oh, that? Lisa got an important phone call, so I figured I should go back to my dorm,” Taehyung explained.

“Should probably do that then, huh?”

“Y/N,” Jungkook started, grabbing your wrist and making you turn to look at him. “Please don’t be mad. I didn’t mean to make you upset.”

You offered him a smile and shook your head. “You didn’t. I just want to see my brother.” Again, you threw another lie. But you really weren’t mad. You were just overwhelmed. You needed space away from them and the only place that could offer that was your brother’s. “I’ll see you guys around?”

Hearing them say goodbye, you headed out of the lounge and toward the bus stop.

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jinjikook · 7 years

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Laundry Day (M)

word count: 5k

genre: smut; domestic au

pairing: reader/jeongguk

warning(s)/kink(s): dry humping, clothed sex, dirty talk, swearing, fantasizing, slight nipple play, teasing

summary: jeongguk always pioneered one household chore: laundry. now why he had such an affinity for it, you had no idea. that is, until you come home and he lost track of time, causing you to stumble upon him in the midst of something strange and yet altogether intriguing.

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“Guk?”

You shuffled past the threshold, keeping your grip steady on the several plastic bags that held all the groceries you’d bought to last you the month—or less, depending how many times Jeongguk’s friends came over because they ate like bottomless pits and seemed to always have a knack of appearing whenever something was being cooked up. As you struggled to carry the many bags on each arm, the plastic screaming as it stretched thinner from the weight of the groceries, the straps dug into your arms and made you hiss in pain as they no doubt striped your arm with its tracks.

You could’ve spared yourself this cruel and unusual punishment by just taking a few bags at a time but you steeled your jaw and huffed through your nose because two trips are for pussies.

Kicking the door to your shared apartment shut, you do some odd wobbling shuffle towards the small living room that is the common area of your home. You let one arm go stiff straight to make all the bags on it slide down ungracefully, plopping in the general area of the couch and you groaned at the sudden weight off your left side. Doing the same for the other arm, blood finally began to course through the veins of your limbs and you rubbed the track marks achingly.

Moving past the living room into the dimly lit kitchen, you continue to rub at the sore plastic burns as you reach for a bottle of water from your fridge, taking a quick scan and surveying if you’d bought everything needed. When you looked down at where Jeongguk kept his Gatorades, you groan to find that you bought the wrong flavor, forgetting that Jeongguk had changed his favorite yet again to one of the newer ones. You figured he’d just have to deal with the yellow ones for now and if he wanted the others so badly then he can go get them himself.

After a swift gulp, you wipe your damp mouth with the back of your hand and craned your neck to look down the hall of your apartment.

“Jeon? You home?” You swore you’d seen his motorcycle parked outside, in the shade of one of the bushier trees in front of your apartment complex. You were going to remind him to move it to the actual covered parking spot that you’re assigned when you move in, because it looked like it was going to rain later on and you knew how much he hated having to dry his seat.

Capping your water bottle, you set it down on the corner of the kitchen island and begin to pad out towards Jeongguk’s bedroom, wondering if maybe he had his headphones in or if had just fallen asleep as soon as he got back from work.

You poked your head into his bedroom, the door slightly ajar, to find no one there. A lump of covers was balled up in his bed but no Jeongguk was to be found. His stuff was around, his headphones strewn over his nightstand, phone plugged into the charger and his keys dangling from the pocket of his leather jacket as it lay perched on his dark desk chair.

Where was this kid?

Letting out a sigh, you resign to check the bathroom only to turn up with the same results. You thought maybe he’d gone out with a friend tonight. Yoongi or Jin could’ve easily picked him up and taken him to some party or a nice place to eat out. But usually Jeongguk would let you know when he wouldn’t be home, so you wouldn’t have to worry about cooking or buying for two. Plus it’d be strange for him to leave without his phone or his house key, especially if he planned on staying out late and you were sure to lock up for the night.

Then you heard the telltale tumble of clothes and you had an aha! moment, realizing that he was probably doing laundry, a habit he learned from his mother. He always did laundry, sometimes to the point that it was excessive but you never judged or questioned it, it wasn’t like he was hurting anyone and it meant that it was a chore that you rarely had to worry about doing.

The laundry room you two shared was fairly small, almost the size of a closet with the top loading washer and dryer smushed against each other, just enough room to fit past the door with a laundry basket and shut it behind you but it still felt too small to actually close it; for fear of the walls closing in on you and the room getting stuffy with recycled oxygen.

But if Jeongguk was in there, he had the door shut for whatever reason and you worried for him. You knew just how hot and clammy it got in there if the door wasn’t left open, the confined space barely circulating any crisp air conditioning and the heat from the two machines made everything that much more warmer.

You reached to pull open the door, your mouth opening to say Jeongguk’s name but you choked on your words as you caught sight of what was happening.

Jeongguk was in his signature cobalt gray sweatpants, rocking a hell of a boner and leant over the washing machine as it rumbled to life, clothes tossing and turning inside and making the machine churn and jerk with movement as its cycle progressed. From where you stood, you could see the muscles of his back tightening as he pushed his crotch against the machine, the white t-shirt he had on doing absolutely nothing to conceal his slightly sweat-damp body convulsing with every bump of the washer.

His voice broke the relative silence, a tiny whimper as he pushed the head of his sensitive cock closer to the heated machine, relishing in how the vibrations coursed into his body and left him in shambles. He was shaking slightly, trembling from the immense pleasure that shot through him, his veins bulging in his arms as he gripped the sides of the off-white machine with all he had, his ass tightening as he pushed into it once more.

Was this why he always did laundry?

Jeongguk turned all the sudden, eyes wide and hands coming to cover his crotch as he nearly screamed in surprise; apparently you voiced that question out loud.

“Y/N! I-It’s not what you think! I was just—you see, I had to—well, what had happened was—”

You were caught off guard from being caught watching him, your mouth gaped open and closed like a dying goldfish as you were at a loss for words, unable to voice both your concern and apologies all in one go without being sure it’d tumble into a bunch of word vomit.

“Please don’t tell anyone, I swear I don’t do this all the time,” Jeongguk pleaded hurriedly, his eyes as wide as saucers and lip wobbling as a sheen of wetness glistened his shaky gaze. You could tell it was hurting him to keep eye contact, tips of his ears the most vicious shade of red—probably as red as the tip of his dick, if you had to be honest—but his puppy dog eyes were pleading you, slightly overgrown front teeth digging into his bottom lip as he tried to convince you to keep his filthy secret from spreading.

“Guk, I would never… that’s your own personal thing, you entitled to your own privacy in these type of things.” You finally managed to make words that weren’t mush make it past your lips, eyebrows furrowing at the prospect of mocking Jeongguk for what he did in his time alone. “As long as you’re not like, jizzing in my clothes or anything like that, you do what you gotta do. You just caught me by surprise, I seriously wasn’t expecting this.”

“I didn’t think you’d be home so soon.”

You breathed out a laugh, the first moment you felt some of the tense awkwardness dissipate from the air.

“Jeon, it’s been like 2 hours and it’s nearly 8 o’clock, how long did you think I’d take to shop for two people?”

Jeongguk let out his own chuckle and removed one hand from covering himself to rub at the back of his neck, ruffling the chestnut hairs on the nape of his neck in the process.

“Guess I lost track of time.”

“Do you do this a lot? Like, is this why you’ve secured laundry duty?” Jeongguk actually laughed at that and as his hand shifted, you couldn’t help but spare a glance down to find him at half-mast, slowly softening in his sweats.

“Not that often, I still jerk it like a normal guy. But, on occasion, when no one’s home, it’s something different.”

“Do you mind if I let my curiosity get the best of me for like, two seconds?”

Jeongguk eyed you warily for a second, lip snug in his overbite, before giving you a small nod, his fluffy hair jostling with the movement.

“What does it feel like? What makes it so good?” You couldn’t help but dive right in, wondering just how Jeongguk could find pleasure in rubbing up against a washing machine like Bender from Futurama probably would.

“It’s like… God how do I put it?” Jeongguk looked up into the air at nothing, mouth trying to form around words as his thoughts ran into each other, trying to describe the amazing feeling he got when he played with himself like this. “Like how a girl would use a vibrator. You get all the good stuff you normally get when you’re going at it but you have that added element of the vibrations, extra tingles. Does that make sense?”

You nodded, tongue suddenly too fat for your mouth as you tried to stomach the information without letting it get to you. It was hard, your roommate and very close friend was extremely attractive, if you had to say so yourself. More than once had you checked him out, knowing whoever ended up with him was lucky as all hell. You did this to yourself, letting yourself stupidly ask questions with answers you knew were going to keep you up at night.

“You okay there Y/N? You’re looking a little pale in the face.” Jeongguk’s face entered your field of vision, a little too close for comfort in the already stuffy room.

“Y-yeah, totally fine. Just kinda got lost in my thoughts there.”

Jeongguk let a small smirk toy on his lips, his words speeding past his brain and shooting out before he could think twice about it.

“Oh yeah? What’re you so lost thinking about?” You looked at him wide-eyed, not wanting to admit how hot the idea was once he put everything into perspective. As a woman, you learned the good use of a proper vibrator so knowing that this was Jeongguk’s equivalent made your skin crawl with an innate need to see it again, to watch him unravel from something so simple, so innocent to the untrained eye. You’re sure you could never wash clothes again without thinking something lewd about the machine itself or your friend making use of it.

“C’mon ‘Guk, quit being so weird.” You playfully shoved at him, ignoring how firm he felt under your fingertips. He grinned widely and you would’ve found it adorable had his dick not been right there, in all its softening glory just smack dab against his pants. “All these loads of laundry and you couldn’t wash a pair of briefs to wear?” You meant for that to come out playfully but the way Jeongguk paused, his smile faltering and his length most definitely twitching in his sweats made you think he interpreted otherwise.

“It feels better like this, lets me get hard easier.”

“Oh.”

Jeongguk looked over you, biting his lip again—he needed to stop doing that, it was one of his greatest weapons, tied with his big ass doe eyes, defined musculature and his unfairly petite waist that you’ve pointed out far too many times whenever he tucked in his shirt to reveal his broad shoulders that tapered down into the slimmest of mid-lines to exist in the history of bodies.

“Y/N, did you want to stay and watch? I don’t mind, as long as you keep this between you and I. Don’t need the guys giving me shit because I prefer to hump the washing machine instead of fucking the dates they set me up with.”

You felt your body heat instantly drain from your face to pool down lower, fingers clutching at nothing at your sides at the mere thought of seeing firsthand how Jeongguk got himself off.

Was this the fine thread that hung between the distance of “friends” and “friends that have seen one another touching themselves in an odd but interesting way and getting aroused from the other’s presence”? Specific? Yes. True? Entirely in every way possible.

You were so deep in thought you hadn’t even noticed that Jeongguk was slowly touching himself through his sweat pants, his length slowly filling up with blood once more and making a sizeable form in the crotch of his bottoms. His eyes still stayed on you, though they were no longer as wide as his lids lazily came down, making his eyelashes look darker and longer against his brown irises.

“I’ll put another load to wash then, why don’t you make yourself comfortable?” Jeongguk turned to take the wet clothes out from the washing machine and threw them in the dryer, making sure to toss in a sheet of the lavender scented dryer sheets that Jeongguk loves so much. You’re sure you hadn’t said anything to confirm you wanted to watch but you also minimally remembered moving your head a fraction, something that is easily a nod to a trained eye. He closed the lid but hadn’t pressed the button to turn on the drying cycle, instead patting on the metal with a clunk to signal for you to take a seat on the machine.

Hesitating for a moment, you finally steel your limbs to walk you towards the dryer, hoisting yourself up to sit on it and have a perfect view of Jeongguk and his now nearly fully erect cock inside his bottoms. You tried to refrain from staring, feeling like you shouldn’t look so long at your friend’s dick.

“Like what you see, baby?” His words made you want to curl in on yourself, not anticipating the rush of pheromones he sent whirling down your body. He huffed smugly and heaved a heavy load into the washer, sure to throw in some of the tougher to wash items. “If I put in things like these,” He spoke, throwing in clothes as he did. “It makes the washer jerk around more, especially if I fill it up a good amount.” He looked like he discovered America with how shit-eating his grin was; having unlocked the secret to the perfect masturbatory session.

He put in the suds he needed and shut the lid, turning on the machine and pressing the button for a heavy cycle with hot water. As it roared to life, water began to fill the basin and you sat there watching as Jeongguk worked himself up, palming his length and letting his head roll back. Your breaths were labored as Jeongguk used the time he had before the real movement started to touch himself further. He let his hand trail under his slightly sweat-sticky and semi see-through shirt to pinch and pull at a nipple, the other perked up visibly under the fabric as it awaited the same fate. His Adams apple bobbed with the electric touches he gave himself, finally moving over to tug at the other and repeat the treatment.

Something in you wanted to hop down and take him by the teeth; take him apart before he could do so to himself.

“Hey Y/N, the cycle’s starting: ready for a show?” He grinned lazily and you couldn’t help but smile minutely back, feeling aroused but still seeing the dorky little bunny of a friend you had behind all the sweat and half-lidded eyes. Even as your mind was sloshing heavier than the now full bin of the washer, you still felt clarity tugging at your fingertips, making you squirm in anticipation for what you were going to see; what no one else has had the honor to know, let alone watch.

It started slow, just the light press of his crotch to the wall of the machine. Jeongguk clearly did a great job getting himself hard because the light gray was already dark and damp from the slick that was leaking from his head, dotting and smearing on the fabric in a way you could only describe as sensually artistic; made to be cut out and framed in some big shot New York sex museum or something.

You cocked your head, unable to stop the question from coming out of your mouth as your curiosity got the best of you once more.

“Do you always do this with clothes on?”

Jeongguk paused and chuckled, never once stopping the small movement of his hips, pushing just the tiniest bit of his cock further against the washer.

“For the most part, yeah. Though there was this one time that you were at your chick friend’s house and I knew you wouldn’t be back soon so I just threw in the clothes I was wearing and just went for it. Pretty sure all I had on were my glasses, you know, the round ones you really like? And a beanie, I think.”

The vision made you shut your eyes tight, only making the fantasy form clearer as the darkness behind your eyelids allowed a blank canvas for your mind to paint a dirty, disgusting, painfully arousing picture on. All you could do was exhale shakily and lick your lips, feeling a certain dryness coating your throat. You’re sure it’s because all the moisture in your body was drained to reside elsewhere, if the feeling in your underwear was anything to go by.

“Man, I knew you liked those glasses but I didn’t think it’d be that much. That’s hot Y/N. And kinky, especially for you.”

“You’re one to talk! You’re here grinding against machinery instead of your hand like any other guy!” You exclaimed, voice slightly pitchy as you tried to defend yourself.

“Never said I wasn’t, doll.” He winked and returned his focus on the task at hand. One hand was on top of the washing machine, steadying himself as he ground down harder while the other hand shucked up his shirt high enough to expose his (damned tiny) waist, toned stomach and a peek of a perky pink pebbled nipple, slightly reddened from his earlier pinching. It also gave way to show the solid and rose colored head that just barely showed past the waistband of Jeongguk’s sweatpants, the color a deep contrast from the washed out stone of his bottoms.

A bead of pre come bubbled to the surface, wobbling like Jell-O with Jeongguk’s movements until a particularly hard grind made it spill over, back down to soak into his pants. At this point, there was no containment of Jeongguk’s moans and whimpers; he was clearly not afraid of holding back any longer and you’re not sure if that was for his benefit or yours.

“Everything okay, baby?” His eyes were still closed but Jeongguk spoke past the clear wall of tension, the hand on his torso still circling his nipple teasingly, as if anything more would set him off and he wanted to hold back, just for a while longer. “You ready to join?”

“Join?!” Your thoughts came to a screeching halt, eyes bulging as Jeongguk threw you for a loop. Your reaction garnered none from him, his eyes on you while he continued to roll his hips languidly. “The fuck do you mean Jeon?!”

He cocked a smile, shook his head and stepped back, letting you—once more—get an eyeful of his seriously endowed package. As his hand left his chest, it allowed his shirt to drift down once more, the soft white cascading onto his exposed skin like a silk curtain and recovering his decency as the head of his cock disappeared behind it like the world’s naughtiest magic trick.

“You didn’t think I’d be the only one in on all the fun? Plus, this way,” He reached over once he stepped up to where you sat, shifting a knob or two behind you and hitting a button with a beep and click. “I get a show too.” Suddenly the machine under you erupted with a cacophony of sounds, the once static block now vigorously shaking beneath you. It made your thighs jiggle and you wanted to arch off the machine, the sudden onslaught of tremors to your more sensitive places making you keen out of both pleasure and surprise. But Jeongguk’s hot and heavy palms rested on your hipbones now, pushing you back down to take the currents as they are, unable to water it down and ease the immense sensations that now pulsed in your underwear.

“How’s it feel, gorgeous?”

Your breath was shaky, words stuttered as your practically tripped and nearly bit off your own tongue trying to speak but still stifle your moans as a rush of tumbling clothes hit a part of the dryer that made you jerk in Jeongguk’s grip.

“G-good, oh god so, so, so good ‘Guk.” Your tongue was fat and heavy as saliva finally made its way back into your mouth and throat, making every whine leave you wetly, much to Jeongguk’s satisfaction.

“Atta girl, just let go.” Jeongguk’s hands pressed a little less, reserving themselves to rub circles into your hips now as your let your body move on its own accord. Every little hiccup in your grinding made Jeongguk smile, finding the little stumbles in your rhythm cute. He remembers when it first felt like that for him; something deliciously indescribable as pleasure licked electric shocks from his cock to his spine. He’s sure that’s what you were experiencing now, the purring of the machine making you cry out for more as your hips tried to match the pace of the clothes tumbling inside.

“’Gukkie, please don’t stop.” You managed a whimper, nothing more than a whisper over the loud machines running the laundry but he still heard it, eyebrows furrowing under his fluffy bangs before he caught on. A smirk toyed on his lips and he made room for himself between your legs before bracing his hands on either side of your hips, caging you in, before rolling himself into the machine you were on; taking part in the pleasure you were feeling.

It was a rollercoaster ride, the two of you rolling, groaning messes as the machine continued to shake through its cycle progression—at some point, the heat kicked up and you hadn’t realized why the dryer seemed to make you tingle even more than before until the heat lapped a long stripe on a downwards grind, the gentle burn feeling so much more intense than the cool metal when you first began.

His head came down on your lap, the veins in his hands and arms prominent as he fucked into the dryer harder than before, clearly reaching his limit.

“Y/N, do you have any idea how good you look?” Jeongguk moaned from your lap, the movement of his lips and hot breath fanning over your thigh where they lay. “Fuck, it sounds like I’m fucking you, do you know that? You sound so good, so fucking depraved.” Jeongguk’s words made you push down harder, seeking both friction and vibration on your clit to help you reach your peak as well.

Something in you twinged at the sight of his soft, cocoa brown locks flopping around wildly in your lap; partly due to your body writhing and also because Jeongguk couldn’t keep his head still, constantly mouthing and nipping where he could reach, where he could taste the slight salt that glossed over your skin. You reached to lock your fingers in his hair, feeling the silky smooth strands in between your digits and resisting the urge to yank and tug until his head reached somewhere more productive. Instead you reserved to just grip tightly there, use him as an anchor as everything became so much more prominent, sharper and easier to taste on your tongue.

Surprisingly enough, Jeongguk was the first to come.

He stilled in your hold as he pushed his hips flush against the machine, bones aligned directly with the straight line of the front. His voice was angelic and rough, rasped with lust as he groaned directly into your thigh, in between your legs as lewd thoughts permeated your mind; this was what he’d look and sound like if he was eating you out, like a man starved. The thought alone sent shivers up your spine and involuntarily made you tremble with the machine, goosebumps breaking out over your skin and your toes curling until they were sore from just how hard you were coming.

The dryer didn’t stop—not when you were whining out Jeongguk’s name, not when you were riding out the waves of your orgasm like the most skilled surfer, not when you were shaking with oversensitivity and trying to push the dead weight of Jeongguk’s head off your lap so you could lift off the giant vibrator before you creamed yourself a second time, no doubt the feeling would be more painful than pleasurable.

Jeongguk finally got the memo as he lazily lolled off your lap, letting you leap off onto shaky legs; too unstable to keep you standing so you leaned onto the washer and laid back there. Jeongguk breathed hard, but you could clearly hear him chuckling in between the heavy breaths, something cocky and confident in the way he laughed.

You were panting but still managed to strangle out a few words, feeling parched once more now that you were aware of the minute changes to your body, to the atmosphere in the room. Like how everything was fuzzier, blurred with the scent of sex or how your lips never seemed to plump up with moisture—every time you passed your tongue over the chapped surface, the saliva would wick off and leave you twice as thirsty.

“What’s so funny, ‘Guk?”

He shook his head and finally lifted his forehead from the dryer, elbows supporting nearly all his weight as he looked up at you.

“Nothing, just can’t believe this actually happened. Like, how am I supposed to jerk it normally now?”

“I mean,” You swallowed, trying to ignore the tight clench as the muscle screamed for some sort of relief in the form of liquid consumption. “Not like you jerked off like a normal guy anyways.”

“I told you, I do it normally on occasion. You’re not away often enough for me to always be doing this. Plus, imagine how shitty our power and water bills would be.” Jeongguk huffed another laugh, though this time you joined him as the ridiculous thought of Jeongguk always being pressed up the metal like a refrigerator magnet from the corner store instead of just pumping into the circle of his own hand permeated your thoughts.

“Seriously though Y/N, that was wicked. We should do this again sometime, I think it’d be fun to try to see just how hard you’d get from that glasses ensemble I mentioned earlier.” Your roommate’s eyebrows wiggled seductively, causing you to roll your eyes almost painfully.

“Women don’t get hard, hate to break it to you.”

“I dunno, I’ve heard lady boners are a hell of a thing, something to be experienced. But hey, if you say you don’t get hard then,” Jeongguk mustered up energy to stand up straight—the crotch of his pants completely soaked and slightly diluted in a sheen of white all the way to the hem of his t-shirt—and got back in front of you, your body too weak to react properly and push him away. “I’d like to see how soaking wet you’d get from seeing me in just those pretty round glasses, framing my eyes as I fuck against the washing machine, with you riding on top.”

That definitely garnered a response, your legs trembling at the knees and arms failing to support you, causing Jeongguk to scoop you up in his own arms and breathe right in the space in front of your face. His breath fanned over the tip of your nose, big brown eyes meeting yours just inches away.

“You know what, Jeon?” You murmured back, his response whispered back as a small what?, trying to spur your reaction even further, the slight jump in your heartrate hopefully going unnoticed by the male, though judging by the quirk of his eyebrow after it occurred, your hopes seemed to be dampened. “None of this macho bravado can change one fact,”

“And what fact would that be, doll?” He smirked lazily, acting like he had all his pawns where he wanted them, ready to call checkmate and have you under his every command in a second.

You mimicked his expression, knowing you had a hell of a trick up your sleeve.

“You still came first.”

Jeongguk nearly dropped you as he stormed out the room, middle finger up as you clutched your midsection, laughing raucously from his mini-tantrum. You wiped tears from your eyes and called for him to come back, shouting that it’s okay! It happens to a lot of guys!

He simply slammed his door shut and plotted for the next time he needed to do a load of laundry, sure to make you pay for being such a brat.

And boy, did you pay.

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