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joonberriess · 6 months

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⊹₊ ⋆ “They can't deny our love, they can't divide us, we'll survive the test of time, I promise I'll be right here, standing next to you,”

TAGS — drunk sex, dirty talkin’, jk’s a pervy mess, oc is smitten this time round bc she’s soft, unprotected sex, creampies, oc rides it nice n good before jk pounds her, tit play(?) not much, anGSTY, like full on crying bro, making out, like a lot, oc n jk go on a date, THERE IS PLOT THIS TIME, mentioned shower sex, messy sex, oc’s got that creamy puss—, soft ;( , sleazy baby daddy au!

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The day started out like any other: you woke up, dressed Jiho for school following your usual routine of heading to the gym after dropping your baby off. From there you headed to the office to catch up on unfinished projects, a meeting or two slipped into your schedule but nothing too crazy. You manage to squeeze in a small break at home before having to go and get Jiho.

It’s a Friday and you realize that you don’t have much planned for the day or weekend so you decide on dropping off Jiho at your moms and enjoying a weekend of solitude to yourself. You’re practically daydreaming about taking the biggest nap of your life after this, hell maybe you can finally taste that new wine you recently bought. You practically buzz with excitement on the way, and back home.

Unfortunately life had a funny way of working sometimes.

“Hello?” You sigh deeply whilst pacing back and forth. It was just your luck that your car decided to be a pain in the ass by breaking down on the side of the road. Now you’re stranded outside of the city after dropping off Jiho.

“Baby? What’s up, somethin’ wrong?” Jungkook replies, you can hear him shuffling around on the other end of the line, “You callin’ cause you miss my dick–”

“No dipshit,” you pinch the bridge of your nose in annoyance, “I got left stranded after dropping Jiho with my mom, car gave out on me and now I’m stuck outside the city kinda.” You look around, “Can you come help me out please?”

“Sure, I’ll be there in about twenty minutes top. Did you call the tow truck or nah? If you didn’t I can call while I’m on my way.”

You sigh in relief, “No I didn’t, but call your one friend. I’ll send you the location right now, bye.” You hang up and quickly send him your location. There isn’t really much to do so you sit back and scroll through your social medias to pass the time. Jungkook stays true to his word though and shows up in twenty minutes like he had promised. He’s not in his car though because today he’s brought his motorcycle.

“Hey.” You greet calmly and step out of your car. You make your way over to him, coming to a stop in front of his bike with your arms folded over your chest. You would rather not admit to anything (at least out loud) but he looks pretty hot, you can see his unruly hair underneath his helmet.

Jungkook slips his helmet off and shakes his hair out of his face, “Hi baby,” he grins, “so what happened here, hm?” He talks to you like he’s talking to a toddler, all teasing and shit. You don’t bother hiding your annoyance as you roll your eyes, making him laugh, “Alright, alright, but seriously what happened mama?” He leans over to bring you into his side, landing an obnoxious wet smooch over your lips.

You scrunch your face up and nod your head in the direction of the car, “Stopped out of nowhere, turned off and everything.”

He looks over at it and hums, “Pop the hood for me, gonna give it a look before Eunwoo comes.” He lets you go and rounds the front of the car, giving you a thumbs up to pop the hood up for him.

It unlocks and Jungkook opens it up leaning over the car with quiet “tch, tch, tch” noises as he tries to see what was wrong with it. You step out to watch him closely, trying to ignore how good he looks in a white wife beater with his arms and tattoos all out. Jungkook doesn’t even have to try when it comes to getting you hot and bothered.

“Shit babe,” Jungkook hisses and recoils, “you need to get the oil changed, ‘s fuckin burned and dried out. Top of that, I think the battery is either old or it just needs a charge.” He shakes his head with a grimace.

You sigh in relief, happy that it wasn’t anything major, “I’ll get it checked out at the shop then,” you help him slam the hood closed, “thanks.”

“Mm,” he leans against the car staring down at you, “need a ride back home?” He licks his lips, not bothering to hide the fact that he’s checking you out in broad daylight with that lecherous look in his eyes.

You nod, “Please, it’s finally my day off and this happens.” You chuckle bitterly and kick a rock, “Was looking forward to a nap, guess that won’t be happening.”

“Hm, I know a way we could pass the time..” He slides his hand around your waist, teasingly pulling at the belt loop of your jeans, “I can make you forget ‘bout all this mess mama.” He says in a low tone, “Just say the word..”

You bring him close with a hand around the back of his neck, lips inches away and eyes full of lust. “You’re so cute,” you softly breathe out as his eyes light up with arousal, “but no.” You pinch his arm extra hard, listening in satisfaction when he cries out in pain, “I’m not fucking you on the side of the road. Especially since Eunwoo might be close by, yeah no thanks.” You snort.

“Ow you fucking hurt me.” Jungkook hisses, “You left a mark! Look at that!” He thrusts his arm out to show the red mark you left, “Kiss it better.” He huffs quietly and eyes you expectantly.

You look back at him with a blank stare, “No,” you step to the side and look out for the tow truck, “last I checked I’m not the one responsible for kissing boo-boos,” you fold your arms over your chest, “you’re a grown ass man deal with it.”

Jungkook quietly laughs under his breath, “No you’re right—I can give you something else to kiss better.” He dodges your hand, laughing loudly while ignoring the colorful words you spew at him, “C’mon it was a little funny.”

“No it wasn’t,” you hiss while smacking his arm, “you’re so fuckin’ dumb Jungkook.” You try hard to fight off the chuckle stuck in your throat, “Oh my god.” You turn away, shoulders shaking as you quietly laugh to yourself.

Jungkook comes behind you to pull you into his chest while swaying side to side with you, “C’mere,” he leans down to kiss the side of your face, “go out for dinner with me, saw a new place open up and it has a lot of your favorites.” He murmurs in your ear.

“Yeah?’ You reply softly, “Where is it?”

“Gangnam,” Jungkook curtly replies while burying his face into your shoulder, “you down for some fun?”

You haven’t been out since your last girls trip to Jeju and that was like two months ago. Fuck it—you think—it’s friday and you don’t have to worry about work till tuesday. With Jiho being out for the weekend you guess you can unwind too. Plus Jungkook could be fun to be around with..sometimes. You won’t ever admit it though, what Jungkook doesn’t know won’t hurt him.

“Okay, sounds good. You need to drop me off at my apartment though, gotta get ready ‘n stuff.” You see the tow truck pulling into the side of the road, “C’mon, your friend’s here.” You pull away and start walking towards your car.

In the end Jungkook takes you to his apartment to get ready, he literally has you packing a overnight bag with everything you could possibly need for a weekend stay. You don’t even know why you agree to staying the weekend with him but Jungkook says something about Gangnam being close to his place and how he’d probably not be able to drive you back home if you two end up finishing late at night. You know it’s not that though, but you don’t have the heart to call him out for it.

“Lace,” Jungkook smirks as he looks at the underwear you dropped on his bed after opening up your bag, “red too, damn this for me mama?” He dangles the cheeky pair of panties up in the air.

You hum in response, not really focused on him because you’re trying to fix your grinder, “Gonna pregame or what?” You finally say after getting it to work, “Or you too old Jeon?” You stick your tongue out with a smirk while adding in some bud.

Jungkook throws his head back with a laugh, “Babe you trying to get me cross-faded? Fuck I don’t even think I’ve pregamed in a while, don’t wanna get shit-faced just yet though,” he scratches his nose, “so shots? We both need to remember our livers don’t work like they used to.”

“Yeah, yeah hold on.. let me finish real quick.” You mumble to yourself. The blunt hangs from your lips when you finish rolling it, old habits die hard you guessed when you go around picking up Jungkook’s clothes off the ground. You go around cleaning a little bit of his room before heading into his bathroom to start the water.

You and Jungkook smoke about half of the blunt together before taking a shot, which you end up pulling a face at and shaking your head, “Fuck I haven’t drank this shit since college,” you wipe your lips, “ugh, I’m gonna go shower. Bleh,” you try to get the bitter taste out of your mouth while disappearing into his bathroom.

Of course Jungkook doesn’t leave you alone as he follows you into the shower. By the time you’re both out there’s only a hour left before you two have to head out, “Babe I invited Hoseok and Yoongi if that’s cool with you,” he says loudly from inside the walk-in closet, “Yoongi said something about him and your one friend going together.”

“Who Hyejin?” You try to reply while lining your lips, “She’s the one who texted me like ten minutes ago,” you smack your lips together, “or is it someone else?”

Jungkook comes out wearing a black blazer over a white top, “Uhh I think?” He passes by with a cheeky ass grab, “ready for another shot?” He heads out to bring back the bottle, “Or you going to drink from the bottle?” He smirks lazily, you both end up taking a swig from the bottle.

“Okay, I’m ready.” You pull one of Jungkook’s black leather jackets over your body, “I don’t care if you only had one drink or no drinks, we’re both walking or getting a ride got it? I don’t wanna hear you complaining about having to leave the car overnight,” you sternly say to him as you both head out together, “I’m not trying to die in the middle of fuckin’ fall, ‘s freezing tonight.” You shiver a little.

Jungkook snorts, “Babe I’m a little cross-faded, but it’ll go away I promise-” he stops himself from finishing his sentence when he sees the glare you’re sending his way, “okay, okay, fine we’re gonna catch a ride home.” He winds his arm around your shoulder and pulls you in closely, “Nice little date night isn’t it?”

You snort quietly and look up at him in amusement, “Date? Ew, as if. We haven’t been on one of those in ages.”

“Don’t be such a little party pooper, first date and you’re already complaining? I’m hurt baby,” Jungkook holds the lobby door open for you, smacking your ass when you slip past him, “just wait and see, ‘m gonna make this the best night ever.”

His words make you roll your eyes, “Sure.” You’re secretly endeared though, and you can’t help but wonder what has you so soft with him today. Usually you found it annoying when he said corny/sappy shit but for some reason it’s cute? Maybe you really were in a good mood.

“Well don’t you look pretty,” Hyejin grins as she slips her arm around you waist, “you lil’ fuckin floozy, you fucked him didn’t you?” She laughs softly, “Look at all the marks, fuck lemme see,” she tries to take a peek into your dress.

“Hyejin,” you hiss while pushing her off of you, “you’re gonna show my entire tit to everyone around, stop.” You quietly laugh, “And for your information we didn’t go all the way because I didn’t let him, he only ate me out I swear.” You whisper into her ear, jumping in alarm and rushing to cover her mouth when she yells out loud.

She winks at you deviously before going back to her seat next to Yoongi. It’s nice being with friends like this, plus the restaurant was everything you hoped for. The vibes and atmosphere were pleasant, it was kinda reminding you of your college days when you and your friends stayed out late. It brings a tiny smile to your face.

“So how you been y/n?” Hoseok speaks up, “Felt like I haven’t seen you in forever.” His eyes dart back and forth between you and Jungkook, eyes taking in the way you’re both sitting so close.

“Been good, just working nothing too crazy, how bout you?” You nod your head at him, “Still doing that thing you told me about—fuck I keep forgetting what it was—but yea, you still doing that or..?”

Hoseok sips his beer with a nod, “Yeah,” he notices the way Jungkook’s hand tightens around your shoulder, “ ‘s gotten busier but business is good so I can’t complain you know?” He sheepishly smiles.

You briefly look over at Jungkook to see he’s got his tongue poking the inside of his cheek—the thing he does when he’s either angry or bothered—you’re not so sure why he’s pissy but you don’t dwell on it, “That’s good, let me know how it goes though. Can’t say I’m not interested from what you told me.” You feel Jungkook squeeze your arm, releasing it after a couple of seconds and then going back to stroking his hand up and down.

You both stay huddled close the rest of the night, Jungkook keeps his hand over your thigh and you have your head against his shoulder. The night only gets wilder as the restaurant turns into a full party with people singing and enjoying the loud music, Hoseok orders shots for everyone and by the time you check your phone to see that it’s one in the morning you’ve already lost count of how many drinks both you and Jungkook had.

“Another shot or what? You said you could out drink me, I wanna see your ass try,” Yoongi hiccups while sending you a glare, you notice that Hyejin’s already passed out with her face buried in his neck.

You grunt in annoyance and push at Jungkook’s arm, “Didn’t say, I know I can.” You rumble back and manage to take the shot, “Now you asshole.” You nod your head, “Hurry up Yoongi, you’re getting old or what?” You snicker.

He makes a face and manages to down it, “Fuckin’ hell, so nasty.” He shakes his head, “We’re too old to be doing this shit, fuckin’ Hoseok tapped out on the third shot! Look at his ass, he’s not waking up anytime soon.” He groans.

“Yeah I think I’m done too, getting so fuckin dizzy,” Jungkook sighs and looks over at you, “ready to tap out too baby?” He hums as he leans in to rest his face in your shoulder.

You nod slowly, “Yeah, my head hurts too.” You sigh deeply and wave the waitress down. Yoongi generously closes the entire tab and heads out with Hyejin and Hoseok to wait for a taxi. You and Jungkook take a couple of minutes to gather your thoughts before heading out to follow them.

You stick around outside to make sure that Yoongi, Hyejin, and Hoseok get into the uber together before heading back to Jungkook’s. It feels a lot warmer walking hand in hand with him, you find yourself grinning like a idiot, “Hey Jungkook,”

“Hm?” Jungkook stops to look at you.

“Does that playground by your house still have that one swing where two people can go on it together?” You smile.

He blinks a couple of times in confusion before a knowing smile crosses over his face, “Yeah, it does.” He squeezes your hand.

You both end up giggling like children while swinging around in the air on opposite sides facing each other. You squeal when Jungkook pushes you both extra hard, causing you to swing a bit faster as you land on the ground and huff with effort to push the two of you. “Fuck I haven’t done this much workout since Jiho joined soccer,” you chuckle.

Jungkook huffs quietly, hot breath going foggy in front of his mouth showing just how cold it was. “Fucking freezing, gonna get blisters from this shit babe.” He swings you both once more, smiling brightly when he hears you squeal again, “Shit you look like you’re having more fun than I am.”

“Cause I am,” you grin softly and let go of the handles, “but fuck you’re right, my hands hurt and they smell like iron.” You wait for Jungkook so that you two could go inside since the cold weather was starting to get to you. “C’mon I’m cold.” You purse your lips and shove your hands into your pockets.

Jungkook quickly follows after you. You both manage to get in, stumbling over each other with giggles and drunken jokes. Jungkook doesn’t make it before he’s crashing on the floor, sending you into hysterics as you bend over clutching your knees laughing. “Babe help me up!” Jungkook whines.

“H-Hold on,” you wipe your tears, “c’mere.” You haul his ass up, giggling hysterically at his messed up hair.

“And what you laughin’ at hm?” Jungkook wraps his arms around you and tugs you close, “C’mon tell me,” he whines and leans down to slide his lips over yours. Immediately you lean into the kiss, deepening it as you slip a hand over his cheek and cup it gently. His lips move over your own, gliding gently and slotting perfectly over your own.

Jungkook crowds you into the wall as he tries backing you into the living room causing you both to stumble. You don’t seperate from the kiss though even after almost falling back because you’re both tripping over something laying on the ground. Jungkook pulls back briefly, chuckling drunkly when he sees you’re both not in the living room, in fact you’re both heading towards his kitchen.

“Babe,” he softly mumbles as he caresses your cheek, “hol’ on, move that way.” He smothers you in another hot kiss, refusing to part even for a second.

You grumble softly into the kiss and pull away, “Can’t,” you mumble and let him kiss you again, “you’re kissin’ me and I can’t see where I’m goin.” You have a dopey smile on your face, “Lemme,” pause. “lemme take you to bed,” you slur out.

Jungkook nods eagerly and follows after you. His hands are impatient as he works his jacket off of you, he growls in frustration when he can’t quite get you out of the pretty dress you wore tonight. “Fuckin’ hell help me,” he pouts and kicks the door open, “can’t get it off, need to see you naked,” he giggles, “c’mon, help me.” He gives you puppy eyes.

“Paws off,” you growl playfully while stripping from your dress, “I got this.” You send him a pointed look and head over to his large comfy bed. You let yourself fall dramatically on it, arms and legs spread out like you’re a starfish or something.

Jungkook climbs over you a few seconds later, you notice he’s already shirtless as he grins softly down at you and presses a gentle kiss to your lips, “Hi baby.” He whispers softly between the two of you. You giggle quietly and smile back at him with a ‘hi’, he looks funny. The world around you spins in endless circles, fueling your dizziness and motion sickness.

“You’re so pretty,” he murmurs, “best baby mama ever.” He leans down, mouth hovering over your neck as he leaves open-mouthed kisses over the warm flesh. You sigh quietly and lean into his touch feeling all warm inside from how endearing he was being.

“More.” You quietly reply, you want to hear all about how pretty you are to him. You’d never openly admit but Jungkook makes you feel special with the way he’s obsessed with you. On the surface he sure as hell was a dirty sleazy pervert but you knew he was genuine with you, even if his words were a little crude and unsavory at times.

Jungkook hums, “More what baby?” He softly asks while pulling back to look down at you, “Want me to touch you more?” He grins cheekily, “Coz I’m not complaining, love touchin’ and feeling on you.. So pretty,” he whispers as his eyes trail over you, “mine too..”

The ‘yours’ sits on the tip of your tongue, but for some reason it never leaves your mouth. “Stop playing around before I fall asleep,” you smack your lips with a dazed expression on your face, “then you won’t get to touch, only look.”

His eyes light up and he doesn’t say anything else, instead he captures you for a messy little kiss while his chilled hands slide down your sides and to your hips where those red panties sit. He teases you by pulling on the waistband, letting it snap back a few times before he finally pulls them down. You’re quivering in excitement, your own hands come up to unbutton his pants with ease.

Jungkook helps you shove them off, his boxers go with them two until you’re both laid bare for eachother. He lies flat over you with his chest right against yours, he takes his sweet time mapping every crevice and surface of your body. You’re not used to this time of affection in bed with him given that most of your fuckings were nasty and to the point. No, tonight’s different.

“Will never get used to how pretty you are,” he murmurs while laying kisses over your throat and chest, “just wanna keep you like this forever.” He whispers out as his hot mouth envelops a nipple.

He lays his tongue flat over your sensitive bud, lapping at it and teasing around it. Your lips part as quiet breathy sighs and moans leave you, only yelping when Jungkook fully encases your nipple with his lips wrapped around it tightly. “Fuck,” you tangle a hand in his hair and watch with hooded eyes.

Jungkook’s other hand comes up to fondle your neglected tit, pinching and rolling your hard nipple between his fingers in tandem with his powerful sucks. He switches back between both of them, leaving a small trail of spit as he goes. You don’t know how much of his teasing you can take, your cunt’s throbbing and more slick is dripping between your plush folds and down the crevice of your ass no doubt staining his sheets.

“No more,” you say when your nipples were sucked raw, “need you n’ my pussy,” you shift around and roll Jungkook on to his back, “gonna ride it, jus’ the way you like it.” You tease softly and leave a open-mouthed kiss over his mouth, sighing quietly when you feel his hot cock against your inner thigh.

“Mm,” he sighs as his head drops on the bed, eyes slipped in utter bliss as he holds your hips in his hands, “yeah—want you to ride it for me baby, wanna watch you bounce on it.” He rolls his hips upward as his cock bumps and slides against you.

You take his cock into your hand and stroke over it slowly, occasionally tapping it over your folds and smearing your slick over him. You catch sight of his dark cock, all swollen and throbbing in your hold. It makes your mouth water as you eagerly lift your hips and slip the tip between your folds until it catch over your winking hole. Both of your breath hitches as you ease him into you, hissing in pleasure as your cunt spreads around the mushroom-y tip, pink rim spreading and hugging him tightly.

Jungkook’s lips part in a long moan, he scrunches his face up in pleasure and rubs his hands over the swell of your ass cheeks. “Oh fuck baby,” he whispers, “jus’ a little more,” he groans, “fuck!” He hisses when you bottom out with a loud smack, your ass clapping off his pelvis as you seat yourself with his cock stuffed deep inside of you.

“So good,” you hum and give a few experimental rolls, just loving how deep he is from this position.

Your hands come down to settle over his chest for leverage, you don’t wait any longer before you’re bouncing idly over his cock. The excess slick begins rolling down to his balls creating a low audible squelch. Jungkook doesn’t really say much other than a few curses and whispers of your name. Your own noises come out breathy and low, constrasting the fopping sound your ass makes when it smacks against his thighs.

The bed frame begins to creak under your weight, slowly you begin speeding up until you’re full on bouncing on his cock. You ride till the tip remains inside before coming back down and slamming your hips over his. Jungkook’s grunts and moans rise in volume from the delicous pressure around his cock, your pussy grips him so tight he feels your rim hugging him almost as if you were refusing to let his cock go.

“Shit y/n,” the way your name rolls off his tongue sends butterflies deep in your tummy as you eagerly bounce, “like that, fuck it feels so fucking good, gripping me so tight,” he rolls his hips upward to meet your bounces, “oh fuck.” He throws his head back and grits his teeth.

You mewl quietly and switch from bouncing to grinding, you roll your hips back and forth over his cock and reach behind you to stroke and fondle his balls that press tightly against your ass. He moans loud and bucks his hips into you roughly, somehow punching his cock deeper with the tip kissing your cervix.

“Jungkook..!” You gasp out as your toes curl.

He brings his arms up to hoist you off and on to the bed, rolling the two of you over as he hikes a hand under your knee and lifts your leg up while he fucks into your pussy wildly. The new angle has his cock striking your g-spot over and over again with calculated thrusts. He punches loud moans and whimpers out of your lips, the pleasure bubbles over and has your pussy gripping him so tight it’s hard for him to backstroke.

“Look at me baby,” he pants, “yeah, show me that pretty face mama.. Look at you, taking my cock so well in that slutty little pussy. Got you drippin’ for me like I said you would, feel that?” He slows down and grinds into you slowly, hips circling in figure of eights as his cock rubs over your walls slowly, “See what you do to me baby? Got me all worked up for you, pussy’s suckin me in so well can’t help it.” He groans.

Your mouth falls open in a ‘o’ when he plunges into you quickly, fucking his cock in and out at a rapid pace. Slick dribbles all around with some splattering over the sheets and sliding down your pussy to your ass. His balls are heavy as they swing and smack into your ass repeatedly, every so often his cock throbs pathetically from inside of you.

“Oh god,” you whisper and throw your head back, “fuck right there Jungkook..!” You let out a shout of pleasure as he hits your g-spot over and over again without missing. He has you sliding up the bed from his brutal pace, the pleasure rising and rising as you grit your teeth and try to fight off your impending orgasm.

“Go on baby, cum for me.” Jungkook whispers, “C’mon mama, lemme see you cum all over my cock, make it nice and messy for me.” He rasps out and grips the pillow lying by your head tightly as he grits his teeth and fucks into you harder if it was possible.

Stars burst behind your eyelids, your entire body locks up as you let out a pathetic little cry of pleasure. You cum with a loud moan of his name, clinging desperately to him with your arms loosely wrapped around his back and your legs locked around him to keep his cock inside. Your cunt milks his cock for all its worth, squeezing spasmodically from the aftershock of your orgasm.

Jungkook moans low at the feeling around his cock as he slams himself deep a total of three times before he finally cums. His cock pulses, hot cum filling your pussy to the brim with some of it seeping from the sides of your cunt. He sits up to look down at the mess between you, whistling out of breath when he sees the creamy white slick smeared over his pelvis and your pussy.

“Fuck, made a fuckin’ mess.” He chuckles breathlessly and teasingly rubs his thumb over your neglected swollen clit, “Didn’t need to touch this lil thing to get you to cum.” He purrs.

Your thighs twitch and you twist around to avoid any touch to your sensitive cunt, “Stopppp,” you whine softly and bury your face in the pillow, “ ‘m so sleepy Kook,” you smack your lips and blink slowly, “bed’s dirty though..”

Jungkook brings you into his arms and sighs, “Looks like we’re sleeping in the guest bedroom.” He murmurs and rolls out of bed, “C’mon,” he holds his hand out, “let’s get you to bed mama.”

You smile shyly when he says it like that, slipping out on shaky legs and following after him.

“I’m never drinking like that ever again,” you quietly moan while slipping on Jungkook’s slippers and tugging the hoodie over your head, “don’t forget to bring my phone,” you say to Jungkook as you step out of the apartment.

“Got it..” He mumbles and follows after you.

You’re both obviously not in the mood for cooking or anything so Jungkook suggested the convenience store for breakfast (in this case lunch because you two slept in all morning). Jungkook walks hand in hand with you the whole way, only letting go when you both split up to get your respective items. Jungkook of course pays and helps you make both your ramen bowls while you sit by the window poking your drink and mixing it around.

“You look a hot mess,” Jungkook says when he’s walking over, “a sexy hot mess.” He cheekily adds in when you turn to give him a look. “What? I like you with smudged ass mascara and leftover lipstick, gives you that sexy bed look.” He winks.

“Yeah, yeah, you’re not looking so hot either with lipstick all over your jaw.” You grin in amusement, “What did you get?”

Jungkook opens the black bag and sets all the snacks he got out onto the table, “This kimchi onigiri, uhhh sausage links, and this rolled egg thingy I don’t know.” He shrugs.

You eye the onigiri in curiosity, “Hm.” You mix your ramen around and open the seasoning packet, “Do you mind driving me to get my car? Eunwoo texted me last night saying it was gonna be ready for pick up later on, said that the battery’s charged now, he’s gonna just change the oil next.” You mumble.

“Yeah, wanna go after this? Eunwoo’s probably out on break, I can do the oil change myself.” He slurps his noodles loudly, cheekily grinning at you afterwards.

“Mm, fine with me. Just don’t fuck up my car or you’re paying for it.” You sip your drink just as loud.

Eunwoo doesn’t end up being there but he leaves Jungkook a key and a note telling him about what your car needs. Jungkook wastes no time in getting to work as he slips his shirt off and works in his white tank top. You sit in a chair just watching him work while singing silently under his breath. You can’t quite shake the uneasy feeling you get in your gut, all this—playing couple and pretending like nothing’s wrong.

It makes your heart twist bitterly seeing him like this, all domestic and shit. Even the night before when you guys were at dinner. Hell the playground was enough for you to realize what was going on. You’re not so sure you can go back to pretending like you two aren’t a thing after this. You can only hold it in so much before it all starts crumbling down.

“Babe,” Jungkook slips out from under the car, “pass me the funnel behind you, I already drained it.” He wipes his dusty cheek, “Babe?”

“Oh yeah, here.” You hand him the funnel, “What, do I have something on my face?” You say after noticing how intently he’s staring at you.

Jungkook shakes his head, “Nah, just admiring how cute my baby mama looks.” He smiles teasingly and goes back to work before you can even reply. “So, you doing anything after this? I was kinda hoping we could spend a day in watching movies and shit, ‘m still pretty hungover.”

“Yeah..” You nod, “Sounds good I’m not feeling the greatest either,” you turn to look at anything but him. You don’t know why but you’re hit with a swirl of emotions and it’s starting to sizzle under your skin and make you irritated. The more you think about it, the more agitated you slowly become.

“Hey,” he suddenly says in front of you, “got something on your mind?” His lips hover over yours before he closes the distance between you two. The kiss is sweet and gentle, it has your poor little heart throbbing inside of your chest. Jungkook’s lips smack quietly against yours, as he brings his hands up to hold the sides of your face.

You softly hum into the kiss and bring your arms around his neck. He makes a pleased noise and caresses his thumb over your cheek and jawline. It’s the sweet moments like this that have you doubting, you’re not so sure you can keep up with him anymore. He does all these sweet things and it just lulls you into a false security with him, like everything is okay and things were the way they used to be.

You want that..

Jungkook parts from the kiss and stares deep into your eyes, “You with me baby?” He say when he takes in how distracted you look.

“Yeah,” you softly whisper, “ ‘m here.” You bring him back for another passionate kiss, this time effectively blocking out all those little voices in your head.

Jungkook grunts in surprsie as he hoists you up with him, backing you into the counter nearby and swiping all the tools clear from the surface. His breath is ragged and heavy, touch quickly becoming possessive and desperate as he paws at your thighs and hips. You part your legs for him and let him step in between them, moaning quietly when his hips press over your sore cunt.

The empty garage is filled with soft panting and breathless sighs, your lips meet Jungkook’s over and over until they’re swollen and glossed over with spit n slick. You attack his neck in a flurry of kisses and pull him closer, practically hugging his body tight to yours as the two of you leave sloppy marks all over each other. You go to leave another mark but Jungkook’s quick to pull away with a quiet ‘wait, wait’.

“Get back together with me,” he suddenly pulls back, breathless and panting with wild eyes, “I want us to be a real couple—not whatever this shit is where one day you let me love on you and another you don’t.” His eyes are filled with hope as he pleads with you.

You stare at him in shock, mostly because hello the timing? You quickly shake those thoughts out and sit up, “Jungkook you can’t just ask me that out of nowhere, especially not with you standing between my thighs.” You sigh heavily, “Let’s just talk about this some other time.” You look away.

Jungkook frowns, “No, I think it’s a perfect time now. You say some other time but then you forget and play it off with work and other stuff. I just..I just wanna know where we stand, I’m tired of doing this back and forth thing baby.. It’s sending mixed signals, can’t tell whether you really want me or you’re planning to cut me out for good.”

You’re at loss this time, for the first time regarding the breakup you don’t have anything to say. It’s not something you easily know the answer to, not when you yourself is still trying to find the answers to these things. Jungkook should know by now this isn’t something that comes so easily. “Why? So you can be happy you ended up winning after what you did? So everyone can see you got your way despite being a shitty person Jungkook?”

He looks surprised like he wasn’t expecting your response, “Baby—no, where is this coming from?” He stands up intending to comfort you because he can see how quickly you’re growing upset with the way your frown deepens and tone morphs to hurt.

“Then what is it Jungkook?” You say in exasperation, “Is this gonna be your ‘I told you so’ moment? You play me like a fucking fool and come back years later with a slap on the wrist and suddenly everything is better between the two of us?” You blink the tears away, “It’s not fucking fair and you know it.” You fold your arms over your chest.

Jungkook shakes his head, “No, no, no, it’s none of that. I just wanted you to know I’m tired of going back and forth and never ending up nowhere with us..”

“Well guess what, I’m tired too Jungkook. Tired of pretending like nothing ever happened, like there isn’t a reason why we ended up like this in the first place.” You wipe your tears.

“y/n, I know things weren’t the best before and I fucked it up, I know—trust me. You don’t think I don’t regret what happened years back? It fucking eats at me every night because you’re not by my side anymore—”

“That’s the thing Jungkook! You don’t fucking get it,” you sob, “YOU were the love of my life, you were everything to me! And for you to do what you did-” you choke up and cover your mouth, “and I’m supposed to heal from that? I never did, and I never will because the person I trusted the most—who I loved so much—fucking betrayed me. Do you have any idea how I felt? You were my everything, and you fucking threw it away!” You scream in anger and frustration.

“Y-You broke me,” you hiccuped, “it’s not fair that you get to come back like nothing, ‘n now everyone’s gonna look at me like a fool because I got back together with my shitty baby daddy.” You sniffle, “I have thought about us for a while, but I’m scared because I don’t know if you’re going to do the same thing all over again.”

Jungkook’s own eyes are brimmed with unshed tears, he quietly sniffs and clears his throat, “I’m sorry y/n, I never did get the chance to but I’m sorry for everything. But not once did I stop loving you ever, you were my everything too—and you still are. Nothing about the way I’ve felt about you has changed, and it never will either. I realize how impulsive I was just now so,” he drops to his knees in front of you and holds your hands, “please y/n, let me prove to you I can still make you and Jiho happy. I don’t care if you wanna make me wait until you’re ready, I’ll be right here waiting for you. Just please, give me one last chance..”

You desperately want to say no, but you’re weak. You’re too busy clinging to every little memory of him in the past to fill that emptiness in your heart to notice that you’ve wanted him back all along. You feel the doubts begin to creep out of your body as you peer down at him, “You’ll..wait..?”

Jungkook nods, “As long as you want me to.” He whispers back.

“Okay..” You softly reply and squeeze his hands tightly, afraid that if you let him go he’ll vanish into thin air.

“Okay.” Jungkook sighs in relief, smiling up at you tenderly. He rises to his feet and brings you in for a tight hug, just relishing in your warmth and softness as he rocks the two of you side to side.

You close your eyes and let yourself sink into his arms, “You’ll be here with me right?” You lay your head on his chest.

“I’ll be right here,” he hums, “standing next to you.”

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Hi Mr Gaiman, I hope your day is going well.

I can't say I'm looking for anything other than the comfort of talking to someone I don't know, and I apologize that for some unknown reason you are the only 'wiser older being' I can think of other than God. I'm 16, and because of forces outside of my control, I don't know if i can continue living normally. My family is loving, I am safe in my home, I currently have it better than most of the people in my country, I am not suicidal, but I'm terribly scared. Every time I watch the news or see my parents/teachers talk to each other, I feel this unexplained sensation that my life is getting shorter and shorter.

Mr. gaiman, I feel like I'll never get to finish high school. I'll never get to visit my grandparents' old house since the town evacuated. My aunt and her family are still up in the north, they send us videos every time they see rockets in the sky, and I debate sending 'goodbye' and 'I love you' one more time just incase. I'm terrified for them, for the people under the rubbles of their homes, for the people in foreign places that still don't know if they'll live, for the kids with no parents, for parents with no kids. I remember being nervous to talk to my friends about what we'll do when we go to the army in a few years, but as long as we keep in touch we're sure we'll be alright. I remember what I wanted to be when I'll grow up, I wanted to move, get an apartment in Porto Fino or go to meet my uncles in Viana, and translate books.

I remember it was the last few days of holiday vacation before it started, I remember it was still warm outside, and I still possessed the privilege to live.

Mr. gaiman, these days I'm learning that while I get to be luckier than most by simply being alive, I will always feel just one alarm sound away from sharing the same fate of my great-grandparents. From a young age I've seen black and white pictures of them, and so many others, and was told: 'they were here, they were alive, and you get to live the dream they died for'. I don't want to die on unfulfilled dreams.

I apologize for making you deal with this, but I want to be remembered by someone from outside who will get to live longer than me, or so I hope.

I'm 16 and a half. My brother just turned 11. I'm about to fail the test I have tomorrow. My tattoo just fully healed - the flowers symbolize undying love. I learned English on my own. I collect records with my dad. I study American history. I love your books. I bake when I feel down. I am alive. I if I die I hope it will be in a bomb shelter.

All I can wish you now is luck, good fortune, and the hope that you and your loved ones survive and that the world heals. I hope your generation helps heal the mess that previous generations have left you in.

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⭒ the girl with the tattoo (x) - pt 1 pt 2 p3 p4 p5 p6 p7 p8 p9

matt sturniolo x fem!oc / reader

summary : after three resentful weeks apart, only matt and y/n could find themselves more fond of each other.

warnings : angst, fluffy, mentions of alcohol and weed, sort of proofread

mickey speaks : THANK U FOR UR PATIENCE SWEET ANGELS HERE’S THE 10TH PART FOR YOU!!! tgwtt is already in double digits 🥹 only like 8 more parts to go

THIS IS PART TEN GO READ THE OTHERS FIRST PLEASE!!!

"COME on y/n we'll have so much fun!"

you haven't had a night out in weeks.

following matt's party, you swore off alcohol until your own birthday in mid-september, afraid of the amount you'd allow yourself to consume now that you're feelings are supremely hurt and bitterness coated your tongue.

it was difficult to turn down the first week, despite the smell and taste of any drink making your stomach turn you craved the drunken effect and secretly wanted to run into matt- just to see what he'd have the nerve to say to you. but the mature, wiser part of your brain knows there is nothing good to come from spiteful drinking. so you've declined every weekend.

you know in your heart that your friends only want you to feel good and have fun with them. it's the only reason you've tolerated this current conversation for so long.

"i believe you! but i'm just saying i'll have just as much fun with this bowl of strawberries and my bed," you reach into a cabinet for one of the many off-white glass bowls.

"baby you haven't been out with us in so long, we miss you!" remi beams kicking her legs as she sits atop your counter, fully dressed and decorated for her night out (contrasting the bare face, oversized tee, and panties you wear).

you sigh and look over to the three girls huddled in your kitchen, "no, you guys know 'm not drinking right now," you shake your head and push off of the counter heading towards the fridge in search of your berries.

"i'm just confused on why you're suddenly so strict on drinking? and regardless of the drinking you could have fun without it if you loosen up a bit..." erin replies while resting her body against the wall next to remi's spot.

you roll your eyes while your face is still in your fridge before shutting it back, "i don't understand what's not clicking erin, i don't want to go out at all! i want to stay at home and be away from drunk people and watch something brainless and then i wanna go take a fucking bath. i'm so tired of having to explain and repeat myself. please go, please have a good time, and please- respectfully, mind your business."

you run water over your strawberries and andrea's eyes widen as she turns back towards the counter to pour herself another shot.

"alright, whatever.” erin shakes her head, “dre, remi, i'm gonna go wait outside this is annoying. she can stay bitter," she walks out and whispers, "bitch," under her breath before shutting the door.

it's silent for a second as you begin to harshly cut the stems off of the fruit, remi comes behind you and wraps a caring arm over your shoulder for a hug, "are you okay?"

"yes, i'm fine, you can go have fun..." you turn to face her and offer a strawberry.

"i really do miss you,” you kisses your shoulder and bites into the strawberry, “love you," she reminds you as she grabs her bag and dismisses herself to check with erin. you nod your head and continue to stare blankly as you repeatedly cut.

andrea speaks up after hearing the door fully shut. she breathes heavily as she stares down at her hands on the counter, "cariña ("honey"), you’re not a bitch.”

“i know…” your voice is small.

“i know you do. i also know something’s hurting you badly right now and i selfishly wish you’d fucking tell me so i could help.” she licks her glossed lips, “but as long as you’re being kind to yourself, i can deal with you keeping this to yourself.”

your eyes brim with salty tears and when you let out a broken sniffle she's immediately by your side. "nooo don’t cry, i’m already pre-drunk! you know i will too!" you try to continue preparing your fruit but andrea turns your body to make room for a warm hug. you're quick to tuck your face into her perfumed neck and let out your feelings through cry's.

you had always thought that what andrea (or anyone) didn't know about your sex life with matt wouldn't kill her, but quite frankly it's killing you. you want to tell her everything he’s ever made you feel- for all andrea knows matt was once a silly crush and currently a little less than a friend to you.

but at the same time you just know she would tell you to stop seeing him if she knew everything. she would remind you that at your core you are far too caring and attached to handle recurring casual sex with him in the first place.

"i'm so sorry, drea. i really wanna tell you but i’m not ready." you croak pitifully.

not ready to accept the embarrassment of wanting him to like you this bad.

and for someone as willingly vulnerable as you, you’re especially not ready to hear her scold you a little for somehow hurting your own feelings and putting your friendship with erin on a thin line over some guy.

your words only confuse her brain more, but she can only continue to rub circles into your back and silently pray you didn’t do something illegal or, like, morally cruel.

౨ৎ

matt would love to say he hasn’t thought about you since you bitched out on him the night of his birthday, but he could never just blatantly lie.

he can say he has gone the past few weeks without reaching out to you- which mostly speaks to both of your stubbornness and pride.

in fact, you’re part of his reason for having his own night in tonight- though it’s far less sadistic of a reason than yours. he’s simply grown bored of the repetitive night life he and his friends have.

you were always there for him to tease and secretly fuck around with whenever your friend groups would combine for the night. but as of late he’s left sitting at the bar swigging down beers and scrolling on his phone (sometimes he’d get irrationally irritated at you for not posting on your instagram or snapchat stories, feeling a as if it was a direct punishment to remove him from knowing any details about your life) or until the rest of the group throw the towel in.

on the worst and most irritating of nights he’ll take an uber home by himself. and those were the nights he would get so close to being irrational- showing up to your house and confronting you was oh so enticing. but he’d talk himself out of it and go home to fuck his fist like you’d probably tell him to do.

and on the most horny and pathetic of nights he'd end up in the backseat of his car finger-fucking erin with her tongue in his mouth. it ended at that though, matt's skin started to crawl thinking of when you rode him in the front seat not too long ago. he had pinched his eyes shut and pulled erin's hands away from his zipper, swaying her with some sweet "i just wanted to make you feel good s’all" and a kiss before she left and he awkwardly drove himself home- pondering how little self control he had to be desperate enough to do even get that far.

so, he didn’t even bother to go out tonight. when chris and nick asked him through his closed door, he told them he’ll stay in for some “peace and quiet.” really, he just couldn’t stand to be disappointed by the guaranteed lack of you being there.

he sits in his desk chair, legs spread casually, and sketchbook held against his thigh as he scribbles around to formulate a few rough outlines for upcoming clients. somewhere in the mix he begins to sketch out a familiar cartoon cat, which only irritates him and makes him close the book abruptly, shoving it into his desk’s drawer.

matt rubs his hands over his face a few times and lifts himself from the chair, heading straight for his bedside table. he bites at his lips while digging through the drawer, eventually finding the pretty red hot blunt you rolled and gifted him.

he makes his way out to the patio, not bothering to turn the outdoor lights on; blunt, lighter, and phone in tow. he slouches into one of the many chairs near the glass door and places the blunt between his lips, shuffling as he digs in his back pocket for his lighter.

the spark of the bright flame highlights his focused face for only a few seconds while he pricks the end of the misshapen yet smoothly rolled blunt. he breathes in the smoke immediately, throwing the lighter onto a table nearby. he tilts his backwards to blow out swirls of smoke above him.

matt initially wants to wait to call you until he feels high enough, mostly to give him an excuse for calling in the first place because he knows you’ll be expecting one. but he can't fucking wait, he wants to know what you're doing right now.

matt continues to effortlessly inhale and exhale several hits as he searches his phone for your contact.

his thumb hovers over the dull button that would change a lot for him. calling you means looking like a dumbass, as if he can't handle not knowing you (apparently he can’t but he wouldn’t admit to it). calling you means he’s breaking this implied break up- for complete lack of better terms.

but who’s to say you’ll even answer and give him a chance to do any of that? and suddenly his phone is vibrating in his hand as he raises it to his ear.

it takes four rings for you to answer, though you're completely silent on the other end. he waits and you wait. he truly didn’t think this far ahead. you only give him a few extra seconds to be silent before you hang up all together.

matt kisses his teeth and redials. when you eventually answer again he speaks through the smoke in his lungs, "hi. why'd you hang up?"

"matt, don't call my phone and expect me to speak to you first." your voice has a bite to it that still surprises matt a little. it's so infrequent for you to be harsh or upset (as long as matt has known you, you've been nothing but cheerful and well… sunny) that it's oddly pleasant to see how you handle negative emotions- it reminds him that you’re not always good, something he’d always weirdly envied about you.

he releases more smoke in the air around him, "my bad, sweetheart."

"just tell me why you’re calling. are you drunk or ...?"

"no. i just wanted to know what you're doing."

you sigh heavily, "why does that concern you...?"

his eyes pinch as he stares out into the dark backyard, "why're you bein' so difficult? 'm just trying t-"

"matt. get there, please." you rush, though you secretly are enjoying hearing his voice and the romanticized idea that he must care a little if he’s reaching out again.

“yeah.” he takes a breath, “i don’t know. i’m just, like, here…by myself, and i wanted to remember what you sounded like.”

you smirk to yourself but drop it immediately, “okay…well, this is what i sound like.”

“yes, so soothing, i could fall asleep right here,” you can hear him audibly stretch.

“oh, i’m putting you to sleep?” you tease.

“yeah, i need you to come over and wake me up,” he inhales once more.

you’re silent and he breathes out again, “fuck was that too much- i’m sorry.”

“definitely. i need you to calm down, sir.”

“oh i’m so calm, baby,” he moans out playfully.

“matt, i’ll hang up-”

“woah! let’s not make such rash decisions?!”

“okay then.”

“thank you for answering,” his voice is muffled, “you could’ve blocked me- i talked to you so crazy that night and i do feel bad about, i want you to know.” he pauses and you silently process as he continues to compliment you, “you’re the only woman besides, like, my mother, who is just classy as fuck and way too kind to everyone whether they deserve it or not.”

you could never have expected to hear any words of admiration from matt in regards to you. “oh my god, are you near a couple of trees right now? how’d you get so sappy all of a sudden?”

matt takes a second to register your joke before his entire face crinkles and he shakes his head, giggling, “bad joke. such a bad joke.”

you let yourself laugh a little as well before pulling together, “thank you for apologizing, i honestly didn’t expect that from you.”

“well i don’t hand them out like that so i guess you’re lucky or something.”

“i guess i am…” you smile into your words a little.

“what have you been doing?”

“like the past few weeks or right now?”

“i was talking about right now but you can say both.”

“just was checking! i don’t want to talk to much, i know you’d hate to listen to it.”

“heyyy! really? throwin’ some shit i just told you i didn’t mean right in my face like that?”

“i’m sorry i had to!”

“you were holding on to that one, huh?”

“just a little.”

“okay, tell me everything and i’ll listen.”

“i know i made it seem like i’ve been doing a lot but i’ve honestly just been working a bunch. it’s not as much of a nightmare as it sounds though- working long shifts has helped me fall asleep quicker. i’ve also started cooking a lot more whenever im bored which andrea looooves. and… um, right now i’m taking a bath.”

matt’s eyes widen and he chuckles, “dammit! i knew i should’ve facetimed instead!”

you bite your lip to hold back a laugh yourself, “what are you doing, matt?”

“guess.”

“i mean, i know you’re smoking but you could be in a random bedroom at a party or like, at some other bitch’s house…i don’t know, i’m just guessing!”

“never that,” he laughs- which you can’t decipher as a sarcastic or genuine one -and explains further, “‘m at home, outside with that perfect little blunt you made.”

“oh, for real?”

“uh huh, she’s treating me real good.”

“i’m glad. can you finish telling me how you’ve been?”

“yeah, um-”

“mattttt!” a very drunk nick suddenly yells while sliding open the glass door.

matt literally jumps and is immediately annoyed, you can hear it in his voice despite it being muffled now, “dude, you scared the shit out of me! what do you need?”

“hello to you too, ugh, i forgot you’re all moody right now. what are you even doing it’s all dark and shit?” nick hangs on the door has he peeks outside.

matt gets up to close the door again, “mind your business, nick. move, you’re in the way.”

“hmm, you are so weird.” nick squints his eyes and turns away yelling chris’ name in a blood curdling scream (for absolutely no reason besides the fact that he thought it’d be funny to see chris drunkenly run into the living room).

“hey, you still there?”

“mhm, yes”

“nick and chris just got back from the bar so i’ll have to help them chill out, um, yeah. i wanna hang out again. not even just to fuck if you aren’t cool with that yet, if we can be friends around our friends we can be friends by ourselves.”

friends? you and matt? hm. “that’d be nice, do you wanna just come over like usual?”

“i mean i could but we can do whatever you want, seems like you’ve been home a lot so, you know.” his voice gets more distracted as he speaks

“okay, i’ll let you know. good night.”

“sounds good, sweetheart.”

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MATT - 6:30 PM

Are you done yet?

Y/N - 6:52 PM

yes i’m coming now

“i’m sorry again for keeping you so late y/n, you really didn’t have to stay and help me close!” your coworker, angela, beams as she follows you out of the back door with a trash bag.

“don’t worry about it,” you smile to her as you walk with her to the large dumpster on the side of the building.

she throws a bag the size of her torso into the bin with a mumble of ‘ew’ before turning to you, “don’t say that! i know you have that date thing tonight, i don’t want you to be late.”

“i told you it’s not a date! we’re hanging out as friends.”

she rolls her eyes while putting her travel sized hand sanitizer back into her purse, “y/n don’t start with that…it’s totally a date from what you’ve told me.”

you both continue to walk towards the back parking lot,“trust me, he’s made it clear he’s not that kind of guy.”

“then why waste your time?”

right when you go to defend yourself you hear a car door shut, drawing your attention to the man of the hour, who’s locking the doors of his sleek black suv as his jaw works a minty piece of gum.

his black tee exposes his tattoos and his jean shorts are held up with his favorite black belt. you can see his light eyes are squinted due to the sun’s undying brightness from where you stand.

angela turns to you with a full smirk and softly slaps your arm, whispering and giggling, “girl, he’s hot!”

“oh my god!” you have an uncontrollable smile as you look at her, “stop it!” you look over again and this time matt is leaning against his car, ready to catch your eye and send you a wave of his fingers with his eyebrows raised.

you wave back then turn away once more, “‘kay i should probably go but i’ll see you wednesday, right?” you lean in for a hug.

“yes i’ll be here,” she smiles into the embrace as you kiss into the air to the side of her head, “you’ll have to give me all the deets!”

“mhm,” you hum as you both part ways, “bye ang!”

you approach matt without any rush and he takes the time to gaze over your complexion (far more radiant than the last time he’d seen you) and the way your mini jean skirt compliments the blushed red top you’re wearing. “hi sunny,” he grins and reaches a hand out to bring you into a hug, only for you to set the handle of your small purse in it. he kisses his teeth playfully, “it’s still like that, huh?”

“like what?” you condescendingly look up at him.

“alright, girl,” he dismisses, “where are we goin?“

“it’s a surprise for a reason matt!”

“okay… then i’m assuming you’ll drive?”

“not exactly..” you spin on your heel and walk away from him as a hint to follow you.

he wraps an arm around your shoulder as the two of you walk down the busy sidewalk, he gives a couple of glances down at your phone while also navigating the two of you. “metro?” he reads aloud.

“mhm,” you reply and smile to yourself while adding the tickets to your apple wallet.

“wow, you really planned this shit out.”

“i’ve never half-assed something in my life,” you say as you both stop at a cross walk.

“never? you have a brother, right?” he asks and you nod, “i’m sure he’d be able to come up with something.”

“probably,” you shrug and grab his wrist when the walking sign lights. “we’re gonna make it just in time, the bus comes at 7:10.”

౨ৎ

the seating on the bus is comfortably squished; you sit in the window seat and matt next to you, moving his limbs inward to give room to those walking in the isle.

you reapply a faded shade of red, black cherry to your lips while using your phone camera. matt watches with his lips pursed in awe. “that shade looks nice on you,” he says softly.

you’re already feeling giddy internally and he’s forcing you to blow your unbothered cover at this point, “thank you,” you smile and turn to see him already close to your face, looking at your eyes then lips. you just have to close the space by giving him a small kiss, mumbling, “it looks good on you too, see,” you move your phone so that he can see his lips outlined with the stain of you.

he laughs and pouts his lips while checking himself out in your camera, making the risky move to take a photo of himself, before giving your cheek a kiss.

౨ৎ

“jesus, for forty fucking minutes you better have brought me to an all inclusive resort!” matt complains while dramatically stretching his back.

the sun was now peeking down and the flashing lights of santa monica pier were extra enticing. “stop, we’re gonna have so much fun! look!” you point at the energetic strip with a childish grin.

“alright, let’s go then,” he tilts his head towards the fair.

౨ৎ

“definitely could have gone without that last ride- wayyy too many dips,” matt holds his stomach dramatically.

“i could tell, you were screamin’ like crazy,” you smirk as the two of you stand in the line at one of the many food trucks. two hours into being there and you’ve rode almost all of the rides, it was expected for matt to ask to stop for some sort of food eventually.

“barely.” he rolls his eyes, “what do you want?”

“i’ll have a water and one of those bomb pops,” you tell him.

“that’s not really food, are you gonna be good with that for right now?” he clarifies.

“yes, matt. thank you,” you smile and matt waves you off as he approaches the tall window to order.

“hey, what’s up man? i’ll just have a water, one of those fourth of july a bomb pops, medium fry and a modelo in a can please,” he flashes a smile and pays quickly.

you thank him and the cashier as you take hold of the items you asked for. “can we go walk on the beach?” you ask him.

“yeah, it’ll be dark as shit, but yeah,” he responds lightly and shoves a few fries into his mouth.

౨ৎ

“when i was younger my mom would bring me and my brother to the pier every summer since i was seven maybe?” the waves crash softly in the background as matt lays between your legs, despite the scratchy denim of your skirt. “when i was eleven my brother would want to go off with his friends in high school and my mom wasn’t a fan of the rides, so she would bring me to walk on the beach with her instead.” you recall out loud after matt had asked what made you want to come here today.

“mmm, reminds me of east coast beaches when i was a kid. we’d make a whole day out of it and pack up my mom’s minivan.” you stretch his scalp hypnotically, “just being rowdy and annoying as hell on the ride there and sleeping on the way back. being a kid is, like, the best and we never realize it when we’re there.”

“isn’t it kind of sweet that we don’t? kids don’t even understand the concept of missing childhood or being nostalgic until they’re older. if eight year old me were constantly dwelling on what’s passed i know she’d go insane. i mean, even now, everyone is always chasing previous feelings and never fully in tune with the one present.” you look out at the waves that softly build up and crash repeatedly.

matt licks his lips and opens his eyes, sitting up from your lap, “holy shit, sunny,” he kisses you and pulls away to laugh, “you just made me sound like a dumbass.”

he keeps a hold of your face, “matt you’re not dumb, everyone is nostalgic for something,” you kiss him again to seal your words.

matt pulls away and you stands up and begin to remove your shirt leaving you in a lacy bra, “come on,” you tilt your head and matt immediately stands up to cover you.

“the fuck do you mean, ‘come on’?” he starts to laugh while looking around for anyone around.

you roll your eyes at his protection and unbutton your skirt, “take a dip with me.”

“no?! y/n, that water is freezing...”

you pull down your pants to reveal a small pair of matching lacy panties that matt can barely see in the dark but he just knows would send him over the edge.

“matttt,” you pout and bring his hands to your exposed ass, lifting his chin to capture his lips in your own, “please?” you look up at him.

he pinched his eyes shut, “baby, put your clothes back on…”

“alright be lame,” you take his hands off of you and run into the empty beach with a freeing laugh.

matt stands there, not wanting to yell and draw attention to you both, but also not wanting to freeze to death.

“matt! the water’s not even that cold, come here!” you exclaim, wading in the shallow water.

“no, i’ll just wait here until you’re done cooling off…”

“matt, please! what if i-” you pretend to fall backwards and start to fake a drowning scene that has him undressing to his boxers quickly.

he ignores the rush in his blood from the surprise of the water’s temperature in favor of getting you out of there. he calls your name over and over, the pitch black look of the ocean doing absolutely nothing to help.

he’s pretty freaked out when you come back up and jump on his back yelling, “you saved me! you saved me!” with a cackle.

matt immediately groans and slaps the water, “fuck you, why would you ever do some shit like that?!”

you giggle and he throws you off his back easily, turning around to be face to face with you as you wipe your eyes, “oh my god matt, my mascara’s gonna run!”

“maybe we should think of these things before running into the ocean?”

you stop wiping underneath your eyes to forcefully push him under the water, giggling at the sound of the crash and his “don’t-!” right before.

“no more,” he spits out water and scolds you when he comes back up, inching closer to you and holding you by your hips as you wrap your legs around his waist.

“okay,” you agree and go to kiss his wet face just as he quickly unhooks you and throws you back under.

“matt!” you squeal as you resurface to hear him laughing, “dude, i’m gonna kill you.”

“truce, truce, truce!” he repeats and backs away from you.

“yeah, you better run,” you threaten.

౨ৎ

“your eyelashes are like sooo long when they’re wet,” you compliment as you stare at matt under the moon’s light.

he pulls you closer him to stop his mouth from chattering due to the cold, “i’ll give you my lash routine,” he jokes.

“i realized something when we got off the phone the other day,” you bring up, as your eyes run over each of his facial features.

“tell me,” he rolls his icy lips into his mouth.

“i never said sorry for being nasty to you on your birthday.”

matt’s eyes squint, “it’s fine, i’m not hung up on that shit. we said we’re good, right?”

“yes, but-”

“alright then,” he shrugs and squeezes your ass in reassurance.

a smile graces your face and and you let your head fall to his shoulder, whispering, “matt…i’m cold now.”

“i’ve been waiting for you to say that, oh my god!”

౨ৎ

you both suffer as you put your clothes back on over your wet skin. you’re both chattering messes and simply cannot stop laughing about it as you make your way back to the boardwalk’s strip of raging bright lights.

you don’t get far before you’re begging matt to win you an oversized faux fur leopard print coat, “it’s just what i need, please!”

and he’s spent almost two twenties replaying this stupid game over and over again. you’re a pretty good cheerleader though.

“come on matt, you got it this time! no pressure! it’s only like i’m dying of hypothermia!” he deadpans as he looks over to you, “what?”

it was a simple game of ring toss- that was most definitely rigged, but besides you reminding him this and saying you didn’t need the coat that much, the stand runner’s comments doubting matt was enough to fuel him to continue playing until he wins.

and somehow he tosses the perfect ring, watching it land and swivel around the bottle in victory. you both outwardly celebrate with screams and a very public kiss, that the two of you just can’t stop sharing today.

“congratulations,” the employee boredly says.

“thank you sir, thank you.” matt then obnoxiously turns around and yells out a speech to the random passersby “i wanna thank my mother, my grandmother, brothers, dog, and you people for giving me this opportunity to win something so grand for my sweet sunshine!” you stop giggling to give a royal wave to the many people judging the two of you, “thank you santa monica!” he blows a kiss and you both spin around to claim your prize.

“you two are like cartoon characters,” the stand runner says. and as soon as you start to grin at him he corrects, “that wasn’t a compliment.”

“whatever man, just give the pretty girl the fucking coat,” matt blinks at him. as the man walks away to grab the fluff off of the rack a few people stop by the table and matt warns them, “if i were you i’d keep walkin’, this guy’s a first-class hater.”

you drag matt by his arm back over to you, “did you take your socially-overbearing pills today?!”

“i have no clue, i think im too cold for my brain to process embarrassment anymore.”

“here’s that coat,” the man hands you it with a shake of his head.

“thank you, sir!” you exclaim and immediately fit your arms from the sleeves, “this is everything i’ve ever wanted!” you say as your jaw goes slack.

“you look good,” matt agrees, “you also look warm, so now i’m jealous.”

“let’s go get you something warm, baby.”

౨ৎ

after a trip to a random gift shop for a hoodie, matt whined about needing real food so bad.

so the two of you stand at the hostess stand in a small mexican restaurant on the strip.

“for two?”

“yes, thank you.”

“i’m gonna go to the bathroom real quick, okay?” matt speaks close to your ear and you simply nod and watch him walk off.

you wait a few moments before the hostess offers to take you to your table, “did you want to go sit now or wait for your boyfriend?” she asks kindly.

you try not to make it so apparent that you enjoy the idea of you being matt’s girlfriend, “yeah, i can sit now, he’ll find me.”

౨ৎ

“i’ll have the chicken burrito please with extra rice,” matt orders as he sits across from you.

“and i’ll have the four birria tacos please,” you hand her the menu kindly.

you both are bundled up ridiculously with frizzy hair and barely-dry clothes, you’re surprised anyone agreed to serve you.

“alright, that should be out shortly!”

when she walks away matt asks, “why didn’t you get a drink? i’m just curious.”

“i swore off drinking until my birthday,” you shrug and fall back into the plush of the booth.

“mm, not smoking either?” he sips his water.

“i mean i haven’t smoked since early august but no i didn’t purposely stop.”

matt nods, “well if you were to drink, what are you ordering? i usually go for a corona but i wanna try something different.”

“oh strawberry margarita, a hundred percent. hits everytime.”

“i’ve never had a margarita so i’ll try it.”

your jaw drops, “hell yeah you’re gonna try it, i can’t believe you!”

“what can i say?” matt shrugs.

౨ৎ

matt plays with the toothpick in his mouth as you both sit in your spots for the bus ride home. he got to enjoy his first margarita and you took multiple pictures to document it, he bought you churros to go, and now you both are the most tired you’ve been in a while.

you quietly respond to texts that andrea sent you hours ago, asking what you’re doing and if you’ll be home soon, while matt lays his head on your shoulder sleepily.

eventually you shut your phone off and calmly rest your head against the chilled window for the rest of the ride.

•

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dees-writing-corner · 8 months

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ink and needles

pairings: tattoo artist! bf! wooyoung x fem!reader

genre: fluff

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“Hongjoong, will you stop pacing?” Exasperated, I stood in front of him, blocking his path. “You’ve made my floorboards at least 3 shades lighter. Now can you please tell me why you’ve barged into my house at 3 o’clock in the morning with the intention of putting a dent in my living room floor?”

“Okay, so, remember that little trip we have with some of the boys on Saturday?”

Curling back into the corner of the sofa, I nodded, “Yeah, what about it?”

Hongjoong smiled awkwardly as he inched away from me, “Well, um, some of the boys has turned into all of the boys.”

Raising a brow, I sent him a look, “Okay? Why are you getting so worked up about that?”

“It means Wooyoung’s gonna be there as well.”

“So?”

Hongjoong frowned as he looked at me, “You’re alright with Wooyoung being there?”

“Why wouldn’t I be?” Standing up, I made my way back into my bedroom, Hongjoong trailing behind me as he turned off the lights.

“I - uh- I just, you two have a love-hate relationship going on, just thought that you might want to get away from all that while you're trying to relax.”

Pulling my duvet back, I paused before looking up at Hongjoong, who was leaning against the wall, “Wha-? Why would you think that?”

Slipping into bed, I looked at Hongjoong as he made his way to the door.

“You two bicker. A lot. Every time you see each other, you bicker. Doesn't it get tiring sometimes?”

“It’s just how we are. I mean, yes, he knows how to get on my nerves, and can sometimes not know when to stop talking, but he’s a good b- a good friend. I wouldn't change it for anything.”

Turning my back to him, I reached my hand out and turned off the lights.

"You know where the guest rooms are, now goodnight, Joong."

I watched as Hongjoong slid into the passenger side of the car before I looked at Wooyoung in the backseat grinning.

Leaning down next to Hongjoong's window, I raised a brow at both him and Seonghwa, "You two do know that you've just assigned yourselves a death sentence by putting Wooyoung and I in the same car, right?"

Sliding into the seat next to Wooyoung, I watched as Seonghwa adjusted the rear-view mirror before backing out the driveway with a nod, "Yeah, yeah, just don't bicker the whole way there or else I'm gonna be throwing one of you out."

Casting a glance at Wooyoung, I nodded, "As long as he knows when to shut up, we'll be fine Hwa."

Wooyoung pouted, putting a hand on his chest dramatically as he leaned over to me, "How could you say that about me?"

Rolling my eyes, I pushed his face away from mine, "Oh, hush, ask anyone in our friend group what your favourite pastime is and they'll say trying to rile me up."

I could see him nod in my peripheral vision, "True, I like seeing you all riled up, you get all pouty and it's cute."

Making a sound from the back of my throat, I turned to look at him, "I don't pout when I'm annoyed."

Wooyoung was about to say something when Hongjoong cut in, "You do. You furrow your brows and then start pouting."

Looking over to Seonghwa, I saw him nod along, "Yeah, they're right." Stopping at a red light, he glanced back at me and grinned, "You're doing it right now."

Pausing, I realised that, yes, I was indeed pouting.

Running a hand over my face, I glared at the three men laughing at me, "Why are you guys ganging up on me today?"

I felt Wooyoung put his hand on top of my head as he ruffled up my hair, "Because it's fun."

Swatting his hand away, I tried to smooth down my hair, "Stop it. I just washed my hair this morning, and if it gets all frizzy because you did that, you and I are gonna have a talk, pretty boy."

Chuckling, Wooyoung pushed my hands out of the way before running his own over my hair, "Your hair's fine sweetheart."

I could see Hongjoong share a confused look with Seonghwa before he glanced back at us. Ignoring it, I chose to concentrate on my phone.

Replying to the messages Mingi sent me, I felt a presence next to me. Turning my head to the side, I frowned when I noticed Wooyoung's face right next to mine.

Glancing up at Hongjoong and Seonghwa, I kept my voice low, "What are you doing?"

"Quick question."

Feeling his lips brush the shell of my ear, I leaned back slightly, "What is it? And can you please quit breathing down my neck, it tickles."

Wooyoung chuckled slightly, "Whatever you say. I just wanted to ask if we're telling them tonight?"

"Yeah?" Turning my head to look at him, "When else are we gonna tell them? I don't think you can keep your hands to yourself for two days, Woo."

Wooyoung smirked, amusement dancing in his eyes as he thought of something, "Hmm, I definitely won't be able to."

Arriving at the holiday house late in the afternoon, everyone had just about enough time to settle into their rooms before our dinner would arrive.

Exiting the bathroom, I noticed Wooyoung sitting in my bed, mindlessly scrolling through his phone.

Making my way over, I sat down next to him, "And to what do I owe this pleasure?"

Grinning, Wooyoung put his phone down and wrapped an arm around me, pulling me closer, "Just came to see how my pretty baby's doing."

Scrunching up my nose at the nickname, I let out a small chuckle, "I should be the one asking you that. You're the one that's been scared to tell them."

Tightening his arm around my waist, Wooyoung nuzzled his face into the crook of my neck, "That's only because I'm afraid one of them is gonna castrate me. They're all like overprotective brothers and it's scary."

Wiggling out of his arms, I stood up from the bed, holding a hand out to him, "Come on, let's go down, they're probably already in the kitchen."

Wooyoung latched on to my hand, pulling me out of the bedroom and downstairs. As we rounded the corner to the kitchen, we paused when we heard Hongjoong talking.

In the kitchen, the rest of the boys were setting up the table ready for dinner as Hongjoong and Seonghwa took the food off the serving carts, "No, but something felt strange between them. Hwa, back me up here."

Seonghwa set the last plate on the table with a shrug, "Yeah, they were acting a bit weird. I mean, they were still bickering, but also, like, flirting."

Everyone looked at Hongjoong and Seonghwa in disbelief as Yeosang let out a laugh, "I'm sorry, flirting? Those two? Okay, Wooyoung might come off a bit flirty at times, but that's because he's Wooyoung. It's not like Y/N flirts back."

Hongjoong simply nodded, leaning against the kitchen island, "Yeah, that's what normally happens, but Y/N called him 'pretty boy' today."

Sharing a look with Wooyoung, I could see the amusement dancing in his eyes. Shaking my head, I entered the kitchen with Wooyoung following behind me.

"And what are we talking about?"

The sound of my voice startled them as they whipped their heads towards us.

Jongho's eyes flickered between Wooyoung and I before glaring at Wooyoung when he caught something in his expression, "No."

I felt Wooyoung snake an arm around me, grinning up at Jongho, "I'm gonna have to say, yes."

Jongho threw his head back as he let out a groan, "Ugh, we're gonna have to deal with you two bickering AND flirting?" Jongho made his way to the fridge and grabbed a bottle of beer, "This is going to be a long weekend, beer anyone?"

The others looked at each other before Mingi broke the silence, "Uh, anyone want to fill us in?"

Running a hand over my face, I grinned awkwardly at them, "We're dating?"

Turning on the reading lamp, I picked up my book as I waited for Wooyoung to finish in the bathroom.

"Well," Flinching slightly, I was startled by Wooyoung's sudden entrance, "That went better than I expected."

Looking up, I watched as Wooyoung exited the bathroom, the lettering at the base of his neck and the serpent that curled at his shoulder blade on display.

"Really?" Putting the book down, I arched an eyebrow as he slid in next to me. "What did you think would happen?"

Once Wooyoung was comfortable against the headboard, I sat up, opting to staddle Wooyoung with my arms wrapped around his neck as his hands found purchase on my waist.

"Definitely didn't think Hongjoong was going to point a wooden spoon at me and threaten to hunt me down with one of his easels."

Laughing, I couldn't help but envision Hongjoong chasing Wooyoung with an easel, "What would he even accomplish? Those things are heavy!"

Sliding one of my hands down, I traced the tattoo over his chest as the other played with the hairs on the nape of his neck.

Wooyoung picked up the hand on his chest and raised it up to his lips, pressing a kiss at the pulse point, "What's going through that pretty little head of yours, hmm?"

Chewing on the inside of my cheek, I raised my eyes to meet his, a shy expression taking over my face, "I wanna get a tattoo."

Wooyoung's eyebrows shot up as he looked up at me in surprise, "Yeah? I thought you were afraid of needles."

Humming, I felt Wooyoung's hands slip under my shirt, his thumbs rubbing circles on my hips, "I am, but I want to get one and maybe a few more piercings."

Wooyoung grinned as he nuzzled into the side of my face, lips brushing against my cheek, "Want me to do them for you, pretty?"

Pulling back slightly, I looked at him, "Please?"

Wooyoung pressed a kiss on my lips, leaning his forehead against mine, "Let's talk about this tomorrow. I'll book you in when the new shop opens."

Wooyoung's arms tightened around me, pulling me flush against his chest as his lips found their way down the column of my neck.

“Please tell me you’re joking.”

Turning my head to glance at Hongjoong, I took a step closer to him as we made our way down the street.

“What?” I shrugged, turning to face ahead. “I’ve wanted to get a tattoo for ages. Plus, I want to get a couple more piercings, so, why not?”

Hongjoong looked at me in disbelief, “You’re terrified of needles. You can’t even get a shot without getting all anxious, and you think you can sit through being jabbed continuously with one?”

I couldn’t help but roll my eyes at his words, “You’re exaggerating, I’m just not too fond of needles, that’s all.”

Hongjoong moved to hook an arm with mine, “Hmmm. When are you getting it done?”

Glancing at the watch on my wrist, I looked at him with a sheepish smile, “My appointment’s in about 10 minutes, so, um let's hurry up.”

Hongjoong paused for a second before pinching my arm, “You could’ve told me sooner!”

“Yeah, well, uh, we’re here.”

Stopping in front of a glass door, Hongjoong squinted up at the sign above.

“This is Wooyoung and San’s new shop.”

“It is.”

Pushing the door open, Hongjoong and I walked in, taking a seat as San handed me a couple pieces of paper to look through.

“You chose Wooyoung over ME?” Hongjoong whined as he looked at me with a pout.

Not even looking up, I shook my head, "As much as I love you, Joong, the tattoos that you do are too.... extravagant for my taste."

Signing the last piece of paper, I handed them to San before looking at Hongjoong, "Are you staying out here with San?"

Seeing him nod, I stood up and made my way to the last room down the corridor, where Wooyoung's workstation was.

Pushing the door open, I saw Wooyoung moving around the room, getting everything ready for the tattoo. Upon hearing the door creak open, he looked up, a smile making its way across his face when he saw me.

Closing the door behind me, I let Wooyoung wrap his arms around me and press a kiss on my temple.

"Nervous?"

Nodding against him, I stepped back, placing my bag and jacket on the chair next to the door.

"Of course I am."

Wooyoung gave me a soft smile as he motioned me over to the workbench, "Come on, I'll do your piercings first."

Settling down, I clipped my hair back as Wooyoung put his gloves on.

"You want two more helix piercings, yeah? Same ear?"

Nodding, I watched as Wooyoung took a marker out, marking the positions of the piercings in my left ear before setting it down and taking a sterile needle out. Screwing my eyes closed, I turned my head to the side as I held onto the sides of Wooyoung's shirt as he slotted himself between my legs.

Hearing Wooyoung countdown quietly, I let out a small breath before wincing as the needle went through.

"Alright, one more to go."

Once the second one went through, I slowly let go of Wooyoung's shirt, smoothing down the wrinkles as Wooyoung changed out the needles for studs.

Turning to look at him, Wooyoung gave me an encouraging smile as he ran his hand up and down my thighs.

"Ready for the tattoo, pretty?"

Seeing me nod, Wooyoung stepped back from me to prepare his tattoo gun, "You're gonna have to take off your shirt and bra, babe."

Unbuttoning my shirt, I slid it off my shoulders before unhooking my bra. Turning on the bench, I leaned my back against the seat with an arm covering myself.

Wooyoung snapped on a pair of fresh gloves before seating himself on the stool next to me to start prepping my skin, "Ready?"

Casting a nervous side glance, I smiled, "Definitely."

Wooyoung pressed a quick kiss on my cheek before turning on the tattoo gun. Hearing the buzz fill the room, my body tensed slightly, before relaxing under Wooyoung's touch.

Feeling the needle prick my skin, I leaned my head back and closed my eyes. The tattoo was a simple chrysanthemum design on the side of my ribs, and it didn't take long to complete.

Wiping away the excess ink, Wooyoung leaned back to have a better look before tilting his head towards the mirror, "Go on, take a look before I wrap it."

Hoping off the bench, I made my way to the side of the room where the mirror was.

Scanning my eyes over the design, I smiled, "This is good."

Chuckling, Wooyoung made his way over to me with a bandage in hand, "Of course it does! I did it!"

Chuckling, I waited until Wooyoung finished whatever it was that he needed to do, before turning around and wrapping my arms around his neck, pressing a kiss on his lips, "Thank you."

"My pleasure, pretty. But why a chrysanthemum?"

Smiling, I let go of him and went over to the bench to slip my shirt back on, "It's the birth flower for November."

Putting my bra into my bag, I turned to see Wooyoung standing at his workstation with a disinfectant spray in hand with a surprised expression, "Oh? So, it's for me then?"

Shaking my head, a fond smile made its way across my face, "I was born in November too, pretty boy."

Wooyoung wiped down the remaining bit of the workstation before walking out the door with me, my bag and jacket in hand.

"Yeah, but I'd much rather think it's for me."

Laughing, I paused slightly when we entered the reception area, "Uh, where are San and Hongjoong?"

Wooyoung picked up a sticky note from behind the reception desk, "Well, they've left already. You were the last one of the day."

Looking out the window, I noticed that it was raining pretty heavily outside.

"Did you drive here, babe?"

Wooyoung handed me my jacket before taking his off the clothing rack by the door, "Yeah, it's parked down the street."

Exiting the shop, Wooyoung locked to door before turning to me, placing his jacket over the top of our heads, "Dinner at mine?"

Seeing me nod, we both darted out into the rain and ran towards his car.

Reaching the car, Wooyoung quickly unlocked it allowing me to slide into the passenger side, shaking my arms slightly.

Wooyoung got into the seat beside me, shaking his head slightly to get rid of some of the water particles in there.

Turning on the car ignition, Wooyoung turned to me, smiling, "What? You're staring, pretty."

Taking his hand, I pressed a kiss on the back of it, "I love you."

Wooyoung's hand tightened its hold on mine before letting go to tilt my head towards him. He leaned over the centre console, one of his hands finding its way to the back of my head as his lips found mine.

"I love you too."

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doumadono · 1 year

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Inked by desire - Akaza x Reader

Warnings: smut w/o plot, modern au, tattoo artist!akaza, dirty talk, vaginal sex Synopsis: despite his professional demeanor, Akaza finds himself unable to resist the temptation and ends up taking you to the back room of his tattoo shop where he passionately claims you as his own

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As you scroll through the numerous tattoo shops online, you come across one with glowing reviews and a stunning portfolio of intricate designs. The name of the tattoo artist is Akaza, and you're immediately drawn to the intricate and beautiful artwork he has created. You decide to book an appointment with him, hoping that he can create something unique and special for you.

Days later, you find yourself standing outside the tattoo shop, feeling a mix of excitement and nerves. The sign outside reads "Rampage Ink," and the interior is just as impressive as the website promised. The walls are adorned with examples of Akaza's work, ranging from delicate floral designs to bold, geometric patterns.

As you approach the front desk, a rather tall and imposing man emerges from the back room. He introduces himself as Akaza, his voice deep and smooth.

You feel a shiver run down your spine as he appraises you with a piercing gaze.

Akaza, the artist, is a towering figure, bulky and muscular, with broad shoulders and thick arms that are covered in intricate tattoos that seem to tell a story. His hair is short and black, with the ends dyed a vibrant pink. He wears a tight-fitting black plain t-shirt that hugs his chest and biceps, showing off his impressive physique. His black jeans have a stylish distressed look, with a hole on one knee that adds to his a little edgy appearance. Despite his imposing size, Akaza moves with a surprising grace, his every movement fluid and precise. He carries himself with a confident swagger, a man who knows his own worth and isn't afraid to show it. His piercing gaze seems to penetrate to the very core of a person, and when he speaks, his voice carries a low, rumbling power that commands attention. "Ah, you must be my next appointment," he says, a sly smile playing at the corners of his lips. As he approaches you, he can see that you're already nervous. He can't help but notice how exposed you are, with your boobs almost falling out of your tight shirt with a plunging neckline and your legs barely covered by a miniskirt. He can see that you're confident, but he can also see the small details that betray your nervousness. Akaza is used to clients who are nervous or even scared of getting a tattoo, but he can sense that you're particularly on edge. The moment Akaza laid his eyes on you, he felt a surge of possessiveness and desire that he couldn't quite explain. He knew that he wanted you, and that he would have you. "Come with me, and we'll get started on your tattoo."

You follow him to the back room, taking in the dim lighting and the low hum of music in the background.

Akaza gestures to the tattooing bed and asks you to take a seat, his eyes never leaving your face. "Tell me, what kind of design were you thinking of?" he asks, his fingers already starting to trace the lines of your skin.

You can feel the heat of his touch and the way it sends shivers down your spine. You take a deep breath, gathering your thoughts. "It's actually my first tattoo, and I was thinking of something floral. But I want it in a place that not everyone can see."

As you describe your vision for the tattoo, Akaza nods along, his face taking on a look of intense concentration. He begins to sketch out the design on a sheet of paper, his movements fluid and precise. "I think the best possible location for this tattoo would be your abdomen," he says, pointing to the area just above your pubic mound. "It's a spot that's easy to hide if you need to, and it's not as sensitive as some other areas, so it shouldn't be too painful," he informs you. As you lay back on the tattooing bed, Akaza orders, "Alright, now lift your shirt and tug your skirt down a little. I need to make sure I can see the pace properly." As he prepares his tattoo gun and positions himself, you stop him abruptly. "Wait, sir," you say, your voice laced with anxiety. "I don't think I can do this…"

Akaza doesn't immediately respond, instead taking a moment to study your face. He sees the fear in your eyes, the way your body tenses up. Akaza sets down the tattoo gun and gestures for you to sit up. "Hey," he whispers, his voice gentle. "It's okay. We can stop if you will want. But if you're up for it, I have an idea that might help." He watches as you bite your lip, waiting patiently for him to share his idea with you, and he can feel his desire grow. He can see that your nipples are hardened, even through the fabric of the shirt you're wearing. It's hot in the studio, but he knows that there is only one reason for that. "I can help you ease some stress," he says with a grin, his eyes lingering on your body. As his fingers deliberately graze your knee, it's evident that the touch is anything but accidental.

You blush at his words, but you can feel your own desire growing. You can see the hunger in his eyes, and it sends shivers down your spine. "I can see the way you're looking at me. It's kind of intense, sir." From the moment your eyes first beheld the figure of Akaza, you knew with utter certainty that he would be the bane of your existence. He exuded an aura of dangerous sensuality that was utterly irresistible, drawing you inexorably toward him with a magnetic force that left you powerless to resist. His piercing gaze seemed to strip away all pretense and lay bare the very essence of your being, leaving you feeling exposed and vulnerable in a way that was both exhilarating and terrifying. You can feel your heart pounding in your chest as he leans in closer to you. You can smell his strong cologne, and it's driving you wild. You can feel the heat building between you, and you know that you want him just as much as he wants you.

"I just want you to relax before we start," he utters, his lips brushing against your ear.

You moan softly, unable to resist him any longer. Twirling a strand of hair around your finger with a mischievous glint in your eye, you inquire, "So, Akaza, how do you plan on helping me cope with all this stress?"

Akaza takes your hand.

You hop off the bed and follow him.

The man leads you to the door of another room in the tattoo shop. As he pushes it open, the smell of antiseptic and ink fills your nostrils. The room is bright and spacious, with a large tattooing bed in the center and shelves filled with ink bottles and tattoo equipment lining the walls.

So there you are, kneeling in front of a man whom you hardly know, engulfing his entire length inside your mouth, flicking and circling your tongue around it, utterly intoxicated by the sensation, looking up at him. Akaza's well-endowed member causes discomfort in your mouth, as his size is quite overwhelming. You have one hand resting between your thighs, legs slightly spread. Your fingers are teasing your already slick clit, having pushed your panties aside.

He is fully aware of his impressive size, taking pleasure in the sight of you struggling to handle it. His confidence only grows as he slips his hands into your hair, tugging at it occasionally, while emitting satisfied grunts. Suddenly, he firmly grasps your hair and begins thrusting vigorously, his sole aim being to release his load deep in your throat. The grip of your throat around his manhood is heavenly, so tight that it causes him to let out a throaty moan.

Tears stream down your face as he holds your head in place, your eyes rolling back as he empties himself deep down your throat. Mascara smudges down your cheeks, evidence of your surrender to his desires.

Akaza smirks wryly while looking down at you, his voice filled with a sense of satisfaction as he says, "Swallowed it all like a good slut, huh? You fucking cockslut." His eyes are fixed on you, watching your reaction as his calloused hand caresses your cheek.

Akaza takes hold of your elbow and pulls you up to your feet with a firm grip. Without a chance to catch your breath, he slams you against the mirror and fucks you relentlessly. The glass fogs from his heavy breathing while you moan uncontrollably, gripping his shirt and sobbing in pure ecstasy.

This is the thickest and best cock you've ever had, and it's driving you wild.

He lifts one of your legs, wrapping it around his hip, thrusting harder and faster, filling the room with wet, nasty sounds from your abused pussy. "You're so fucking tight, cunt. You came to me almost uncovered," he muses, his voice low and teasing. "Either you wanted to flaunt yourself or you were seeking to get fucked," Akaza remarks bluntly, his thrusts become sloppier with time.

Your body trembles as you climax and cream on his cock, taking all of his cum inside of you.

As it all comes to an end, he grabs your face with his hand and gives you the sloppiest kiss you've ever experienced. A string of saliva connects your lips when he pulls away. "You really took it all like a good, little whore," Akaza says, smirking at you.

After the intense intercourse with Akaza, you feel a sense of relaxation and contentment wash over you.

Akaza notices this and leads you back to the tattooing bed with a confident stride, ready to continue his artistry. The atmosphere in the room has changed; it is now charged with a quiet intensity and focus. As he prepares his tools, Akaza explains the steps in the tattooing process, his voice low and soothing, as if no passionate events had occurred between the two of you.

As he begins to work on your tattoo, you can feel his hands on your skin. They're strong and skilled. Akaza gives you a warm smile, sensing that you're feeling more at ease now.

You can feel the gentle pressure of the needle on your skin, a sensation that is simultaneously painful and pleasurable. The pain is bearable, and you find yourself relaxing into the rhythm of Akaza's movements. The man's using his expert touch to create the design you've chosen. As he works, he keeps up a steady stream of conversation, asking about your interests and sharing stories from his own life, ever so casually.

It's a distraction that helps take your mind off the pain, and you find yourself relaxing more and more as time goes on. After what had just happened, the slight stings caused by the tattoo gun's needles feels insignificant to you.

It is an easy job for Akaza to finish the tattoo since your mind is still reeling from the pleasure he had given you. Akaza finishes the intricate design with ease, his skilled hands moving fluidly with the tattoo gun.

You feel a slight stings as the needle punctures your skin, but your mind is elsewhere. You can still feel his firm grasp on you, his cock buried deep inside you as you both moaned in ecstasy.

When he's finished, he steps back to admire his work, but he's not just admiring the tattoo - Akaza is admiring you. "You look even more beautiful with the tattoo," he praises, his voice low and seductive. He offers you a discount on the tattoo, still grinning from the intense pleasure you both shared.

You eagerly ask if you can come back in maybe two weeks for another tattoo, and he nods his head, knowing that he has you under his spell. As you leave the shop, you can still feel the aftershocks of pleasure pulsing through your body. You know that you will be back for more, unable to resist the allure of the tattoo artist named Akaza and his skilled hands.

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bleach-your-panties · 3 months

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ᰔℊℯ𝓉𝓉𝒾𝓃 𝒾𝓉 𝓅ℴ𝓅𝓅𝒾𝓃' with GIYUU TOMIOKA @ the mechanic shop.

for my 1500+ ᰔ𝒻ℴ𝓁𝓁ℴ𝓌ℯ𝓇 ℯ𝓋ℯ𝓃𝓉. requested by @rheawolf.

ᰔfem reader. giyuu and reader are married. modern au.

ᰔcw: pwp, public sex, against the wall, exhibitionism?

ᰔdividers by lovely rhy @/hitobaby.

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Once again, you let a loud sigh escape between your lips, prompting Giyuu to look over at you.

"What is it?"

His sapphire blue eyes were like the ocean on a calm day as he gazed down at you.

The two of you were currently seated in some creaky, aluminum folding chairs while the mechanic tinkered underneath your family SUV.

"Giyuu, honey, we've been here for a while now. Are you sure that this guy knows what he's doing?"

At the mention, said man slid out from under your vehicle and swiped his forearm across his forehead, effectively smearing it with oil.

"So I think I've found the problem. You said you've had trouble with idling?"

The mechanic, whose nametag read "Hotaru" regarded both you and Giyuu with his eyebrows drawn together while crossing his veiny forearms across his chest.

You nodded,

"I was getting ready to go drop the kids off at school when I noticed that the engine would cut on, idle for a few moments, then shut off. I tried cleaning the valve, but the issue persisted."

Hotaru nodded, "I see. Well if that's the case, it could be a number of problems, then. I'm going to have to take another look."

Your eyes bulged,

"Huh?! Another look, but we've already been here for three hours?!"

Giyuu's eyes moved from you to the long-haired mechanic.

"Maybe we could come back tomorrow? It is getting a bit late." He reasoned, in a much calmer tone than yours.

"If you come back tomorrow, that'll put you at the end of the queue. I'm quite a busy man, you know."

"What!!? Why you-"

Before you could start going off on the man, Giyuu took hold of your hand into his and rubbed your knuckles gently to calm you down.

"It's fine, sweetheart. I texted Tsutako earlier to pick up the kids from school if we ended up running over time. It will be alright."

He moved his hand to your lower back and gently guided you back to the row of uncomfortable chairs.

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"They could at least put a couch in here." You grouched. Giyuu chuckled softly.

"Needy thing, aren't you? We should be home soon; I doubt it'll take another three hours."

You whirled in your chair to face him, propping one leg up over the other.

"What if it does, though? I just might die."

He leaned forehead and brushed away a lock of your hair.

"Behave, yeah? We'll have the whole evening to ourselves since Tsutako has the kids."

The thought of a free night with your husband made something primal stir within your core. It also didn't help that he had on one of your favorite outfits right now.

Dark-washed jeans, simple black sneakers, a black t-shirt, and a blue and black plaid flannel shirt with the sleeves rolled up to the elbows revealing his tattooed forearms.

You wet your bottom lip with your tongue and settled your left hand onto his thigh. Your silver wedding band caught the pale-yellow overhead light, making it gleam.

"Something wrong, lily?" Giyuu asked, shifting his eyes to where your hand rested on his pants.

Your eyes moved from him to the mechanic, who was tinkering with something under the car and mumbling to himself.

"I don't know if I can wait until we get home..."

Seductively, you lowered your eyes before blinking at him long and slow. Your fingers began to rub circles into his thigh, making a soft sigh escape from his slightly parted lips.

"Right here? Right now?"

Giyuu questioned, immediately picking up your implication.

You nodded. "Please, Gi? I promise I'll be good."

He froze for a moment, his own eyes trailing over to the mechanic now.

The man was completely occupied by his task, him making little comments to himself about what he should try next; plus, his entire upper body was underneath the car.

Giyuu then looked past the waiting area and into a small hallway where he assumed there might be an office and a bathroom.

"Come on."

He grabbed your hand and you started cheering inside your head.

Just behind the wall leading into the hallway there was a little corner with a vending machine and water fountain.

Giyuu pushed you up against the wall next to the vending machine and started kissing your neck. You wrapped your arms around his upper back and tangled your fingers in the ends of his dark ponytail.

His own hands rested on your shoulders before moving down over your breasts, stomach, and into your pants.

Skillful, calculated fingers jerked them down your hips along with your panties. The knuckle of his left index finger slid up between your folds and collected a trail of your slick.

"Damn, you're this wet already? You really wanted this, huh..."

He pulled back to look at your widened, lust-blown eyes and pouty lips.

"Want you, Gi..."

Who was he to make you wait any longer?

He tugged your pants and panties the rest of the way off your legs and circled his arms around your lower back.

"Jump."

You did as he commanded and he held you against the wall with one arm circled around your back, his body pressing you into the cold, painted-bricks.

He used his other hand to pull his own pants and boxers down to rest underneath his balls, freeing his cock.

Lifting you higher up the wall, Giyuu angled his cock up so you could sink down on it. Immediately, a loud whine left your throat.

"Shh, you want him to hear you? Hmm, maybe you do..."

He then hooked his arms underneath your thighs, holding you with the crease of your knees in the crease of his elbows and spreading you open before beginning to bounce you along his thick, hard cock..

"Ahh, Gi!"

"Crying already? We just started, baby."

Your back pressed further against the bricks, running from his dick and nails digging into his shoulders.

Giyuu's thrusts had you sliding up and down the wall with nowhere to run.

He pressed his entire body weight on you and started fucking at a quicker pace, one knee slightly bent forward and almost touching the wall as he gave you swift, deep strokes.

At this point, you'd nearly forgotten that you were in a public place where anyone could walk in and see you, but you couldn't be arsed to really care with Giyuu filling you up so well.

You tried to hold onto him as best you could, hands moving from his shoulders and grabbing hold of his messy black hair in an attempt to ground yourself.

"Are you close? Talk." He stared at you with those deep blue eyes and hit you with another hard, deep thrust before pushing his face into your neck to lick and kiss it.

"Yes, Gi, I'm-!"

He felt your body shudder and decided to finish you off by pushing you up even higher against the wall and dropping you down on his cock, making you cum and squirt your release all over him.

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Giyuu and you exited the bathroom and met the mechanic, Hotaru, in the hallway as you were heading back to the waiting area.

"I managed to fix the problem, so you should be all set to go."

He handed the bill to Giyuu, who took out his wallet to pay.

"Wait -wait a minute, let me see that?"

You gently took the piece of paper from your husband's fingers and scanned your e/c eyes over it.

"What is this: $300, for an inconvenience fee?!"

You crumpled the bill up in your hand and shook it at the mechanic's face.

"Yes, an inconvenience fee. For making me listen to the two of you fuck while I fixed your shitty car."

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a/n:*I apologize if giyuu's ooc, haven't seen him in a while :< but i ended up posting this on his birthday!:D

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giorno-plays-piano · 1 year

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Pairing: orc!Bucky Barnes x reader x orc!Steve Rogers

Warnings: noncon, kidnapping, forced marriage, breeding, magic tattoo, double penetration, my usual orc filth, bad dirty talk.

Words: 2.6k

Summary: Strange, you thought, nervously biting your already hurting lips as you watched them giving you a simple massage, their callous thumbs gently drawing circles on your skin. You'd never thought they would prostrate themselves before a human woman they abducted and married against her will.

P.S. Ok, it was not me who wrote it, it was a horny spirit possessing my body yesterday 👀

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"Fucking finally!" A huge dark-haired orc twice bigger than any man exclamed, inadvertently making you jump as you stared at him and his friend.

These two barbarians were the ones who captured you and brought you to the orcs' caves where other human women abducted recently were held - before they were forcefully married to those who kidnapped them, that is, just like you were a couple of hours before.

"Did you mark her with a tattoo?"

The orc behind you smirked, proudly gesturing to your naked crotch with a faintly glowing heart - a magic emblem of sorts, an orc's claim to demonstrate you were a monster whore, a wife of an orc. Or of the two of them, like in your case.

"You're scaring her," the other male said gently, his hand on his friend's shoulder as he eyed you up, humming with satisfaction when you tried to stop your tears, humiliated and afraid, completely naked in front of him. "Thank you for preparing her, brother. We'll take it from here."

The orc behind your back let out a sound close to a bark - he was probably laughing - before finally taking his hands off you and marching back to the main cave where the girls were held before they were given to their respective husbands. A couple of hours before you were presented to your personal orc bastards, you were scrubbed clean, marked with a crotch tattoo, and fed a few sickeningly sweet fruits for your first mating night, as orcs called it. Although, technically, tattoo was binding you to your orcs, the ceremony was considered official once they both filled you with their seed, your kidnappers informed you kindly. It was in your best interest, they said, since if your husbands wouldn't fill your baby room, other orcs could make their claim and take you for themselves. All you had to do was to spread your pretty legs and get a good fuck, they smirked, making your nauseous as you clenched your fists, your arms bound behind your back from the moment you were captured.

Well, you couldn't imagine sleeping with these two brutes with their cocks the size of your arm and staying alive.

"It's gonna be alright," the fair-haired orc smiled at you, gesturing to their bed - a pretty fancy bed for crude creatures like them - and stepping closer to you as if he meant no offense, and you wed him willingly. "We won't hurt you."

"Sure," you whispered as you watched the dark-haired orc licking his tusks as he stared directly at your naked chest. It was cruel of them to pretend to be kind, but they were orcs. Cruel was what they were. "You gonna tear me apart, and I will die."

"What? No, no!" The orc protested immediately as you took a step back, shivering, your arms aching from the rope. "We will prepare you properly before doing anything. It won't hurt, I swear!"

Yes, sure. As if they cared about your well-being, dragging you here like a sac, not listening to you wailing while you plead for your life until your throat started to hurt.

The other male narrowed his eyes at you, visibly irritated, before advancing at you and holding you by the arm. You flinched, your eyes on the ground not to provoke him further. You'd probably die if he decided to punch you. "You humans think anyone different from you is a monster, but, unlike you, we never marry a woman to abuse her. You'll be fine, stop trembling like a mouse."

The hot touch of his rough, work-weary hand only made you shake harder. They were two scary, scary creatures, and you could do nothing to protect yourself, naked and bound, alone in the caves full of orcs who treated you like a child's toy. Nothing good was gonna happen to you here. It was bad enough to be kidnapped, but kidnapped by monsters...

You didn't even feel it when tears welled up in the corners of your eyes. Again.

"Please don't hurt me," you mumbled, afraid to raise your eyes to your captors, your knees trembling.

The orcs looked at each other silently, and the blonde one shook his head, sending his friend a sad smile. The other one softened his grasp on your arm then, gently guiding you to the bed with his other hand caressing your back. "We won't, little girl. I promise, it won't hurt at all."

He waited until you landed on the bed with an anxious look on your face and gestured to the several little bottles on a nightstand you haven't seen before, the other orc opening one of them and pouring some sort of oil on his hand. "Look, all of this is to make you feel better. We'll oil you well before doing anything, and magic will help. It won't hurt even a second. It's your mating night, it's for your and our pleasure."

He nodded to his friend who eagerly spread the thick herbal substance between his huge palms, and the man landed on his knee, taking your feet and massaging the oil into the skin. For a second you shivered, expecting something weird to happen, but you felt nothing except warmth slowly spreading beneath orc's fingers. It was... alright. He wasn't beating you into submission, at least.

"See? We'll put it all over your body, and you'll feel fantastic," the fair-haired male sent you a reassuring smile, pouring the oil directly on your skin, massaging it into your feet and going up as you stared at him, dumbfounded. He was really giving you a massage, an orc who kidnapped you and forced you to marry him just a couple of hours before. "Bucky, help me, please."

You stared at them, unsure, when they both put themselves of their knees in front of you, each taking your foot in their hands and slowly rubbing in the oil. It was still scary to let those huge men, almost complete strangers, touch you, but at least they weren't actively trying to rape or punch you. Strange, you thought, nervously biting your already hurting lips as you watched them giving you a simple massage, their callous thumbs gently drawing circles on your skin. You'd never thought they would prostrate themselves before a human woman they abducted and married against her will. Why were they doing it? Why bother about what you felt? They clearly didn't care for your consent before, so why?

The more oil they used, the less cold you felt, you came to realize as orcs rubbed your unbound hands and shoulders with care, their breathing deep, calm as if they weren't aroused by your naked body. You could almost believe them if you didn't see their cocks bulging beneath the fabric of their pants. Instantly panicking, you raised your eyes to the ceiling to avoid looking there, and they softly rubbed your wrists where it hurt the most from the ropes.

No, they said they wouldn't abuse you. Surely, there was no reason to lie to you? They could have already taken what they wanted, there was no need to coax you into mating with them. It would still feel good for them even if they tore you apart. Instead, they kept spreading this strange magical essence, making sure you were all covered in it, their hands travelling to your shoulders and stomach as they kept rubbing your skin glistening from oil.

It almost felt nice, especially Bucky's arms on your belly. All of a sudden the dark-haired orc you were so scared of turned out to be really affectionate with you, his hands massaging your tummy tenderly but not going lower as he stood on his knees in between your thighs, his friend sitting on the bed behind your back, his fingers softly rubbing below your shoulder blades. It felt good. Serene. The orcs seemed almost disarming now. Was it the magic of the oil? It must have been. But weren't you supposed to feel hot by now? You thought the oil definitely contained some form of an aphrodisiac, considering they were going to bed you, anyway. But you just felt calm and nice, and it didn't make you want to jump on their cocks.

"I thought you'd put something arousing in there," you admitted as Bucky put his hands on your hips, and the other orc, Steve, chuckled. "So that I'd do it with you."

"We don't need any sex potions to arouse you. This oil is to make you relax. Doesn't it feel nice now?" he whispered into your ear gently, his hands cupping your breasts. "You'll be soft and warm, that's all you need to feel pleasure. Now please spread your thighs for Bucky, he has to put this oil inside you, and you won't feel pain at all when we bed you."

Letting your body relax and lean on Steve's chest for support, you slowly spread your legs for Bucky, and he generously poured magic oil onto his palm before covering your crotch with it, his thick fingers rubbing your lower lips and your clit as you exhaled loudly, turning your eyes to the ceiling. It was better now. Maybe you hadn't wed them willingly, but they treated you far better than you expected. Now you believed they weren't going to tear you apart, and you let out a sigh of relief, tears finally falling down your cheeks before Bucky gently wiped them away, his fingers caressing your face as you stared at his soft, warm expression.

Your breasts were already slick with oil, too, but Steve was still massaging them, pressing his thumbs in your nipples, rubbing them in between his thick fingers so that they became puffy and started to itch. Soon it felt really good when he pinched and tugged them a little, leaving nice little kisses behind your ear.

When Bucky slipped his fingers inside your already leaking pussy, you were kissing Steve then who stuck his longue, thick tongue down your throat. It took just a little fingering till you cummed nicely, Bucky's hand slick with your juices as you moaned, your lower belly pleasantly hot. You cummed two more times once your orcs started eating your holes out, their lovely tongues reaching every right place as you orgasmed with your legs spread wide, your knees trembling. Yes, it felt really nice now when Bucky's tongue pressed that spongy spot inside you, and you cummed on his face.

When you let out a moan again, Bucky left a loving kiss on your crotch tattoo gleaming softly in the dark. "That's a good girl. See, told you it would feel nice."

You caressed his thick, coarse dark hair absent-mindedly, "It's because you didn't put your horse cocks in me. They're too huge."

You heard Steve snickering as he hugged you from behind, his pulsing member rubbing your lower back. "Horse cocks, baby? That's a very nice thing to say."

Bucky smiled at that, his fingers on your aching clit, "Don't worry, the oil is working. Now we can breed your cunt, and you'll feel real good, kitten. I bet you'd ride me first thing tomorrow morning."

"Doubtful," you murmured before Steve turned your face to him and made you open your mouth, his tongue licking yours as his cockhead teased the tight ring of your muscles, slowly penetrating your ass.

Bucky was getting as much impatient, his monstrous cock sliding with ease in your pussy while you let out a sigh: it felt so good, just as they said it would. They were warm and strong and gentle, and even their cocks felt right once they started moving in one rhythm, stretching your holes. Your pussy had been tiny for Bucky's member thick as your arm, but now when his cockhead kissed your cervix, you just cummed a little, your pussy spasming and clenching around a nice, thick cock. Having Steve fuck your ass was even more bizarre idea, and yet it didn't hurt either. On the contrary, when his cock was rubbing against Bucky's, separated just by the back wall of your vagina, you orgasmed again with your eyes rolling inside your skull.

Fuck, that was it. You needed to mate. You wanted your holes full of orcs' seed to consummate your marriage and have them fucking you whenever you wanted. Wouldn't it be nice? It'd be so lovely if you could just stroke their cocks whenever you felt like fucking, and they'd sandwiched you between their bodies like now. You imagined walking up to Bucky and just getting your panties down, showing off your aching pussy to have him hammer his cock in you immediately. Or perhaps complaining to Steve that your empty cunt hurt, and you needed his thick, fat cum to feel better. Surely, it would be lovely to have them constantly use their cocks to please you.

You were cumming your brains out. You couldn't even count how many times you orgasmed already, the orcs changing angles and poses to have you on cloud 9. They were talking to you - Steve said something about the restriction to cum in your mouth unless you got knocked up, but Bucky assured him you were getting pregnant real soon - but you couldn't say much with your brain switched off. Now you could only think with your pussy. Sure, why not get pregnant with little orclings? Your orc husbands said they'd keep fucking you, anyway. They'd be so proud of you with your tattoo getting bigger, showing you were knocked up with orcs' seed, a sweet little slut with monster babies in your belly. Your orc husbands would fuck you as much as you wanted them if that happened, they promised to you as your pussy started spasming again, the tip of Bucky's cock kissing your cervix.

"I think it's time," Steve licked his lips, slowly taking his cock our of your ass while you moaned in protest. "Shhhh, baby. We have something special for you."

The other orc smirked, pulling out his member, too, his tip rubbing your drenched lower lips until Steve's cock joined him. You opened your eyes right away.

"It can't be," you said, your voice hoarse as you stared Steve in the face. "You're joking."

"No, baby, you're ready to take us both," he murmured, squeezing your perky nipples as his cockhead penetrated your cunt, Bucky's member entering your poor leaking hole at the same time, stretching it enourmously. "We have to end the mating ceremony like that, fucking you in one hole. Look how good you're taking us."

You stared with horror at your bulging belly, their cocks stretching you so much it looked like you were already pregnant. Shit, why did it feel so good to have them in your cunt together? These too monstrous, barbaric cocks pounding your sweet human pussy, soiling it with their dirty cum, forcing you to bear them babies... Could you ask them to do it more? To have their cocks in you every day? Bucky said something about you riding him tomorrow, right? You could do that. You could milk his horse cock till he emptied his balls in you. And you could suck Steve off real good, regardless of the taboo. You were definitely gonna get knocked up today, why waiting when you could give him a great blowjob with your tight throat?

Shit, two monster cocks abusing your cervix felt so fucking good.

Yeah, you were gonna make babies with them. You were gonna let your orcs have you where they wanted you if you got to command them to fuck you whenever you wanted to.

"A nice creampie for you, baby, for being so good to us," Bucky murmured into your lips, kissing you as your belly grew bigger with his and Steve's seed filling your baby room. "Look, your tattoo is already glowing. Congratulations on becoming an orc mama, you sweet slut."

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eipkyt61066666 · 4 months

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Late night massage with Michael Kaiser♡

note: this is my first fanfiction and english isn't my first language soo sorry for any mistakes I might have made. Please no reposts.

MINORS DO NOT INTERACT!!!!!!

It was late at night and you have just woken up for no reason. Your boyfriend Michael is sleeping next to you.

You rarely see him, due to him being a football player and with work trips.

You smile, feeling a comfort from the sight of his back and go to the kitchen for a glass of water.

On your way back, you see a shadow figure lurking in your backyard. Your gut warns you about it and you sneakily walk to the bedroom to wake up Michael.

He is confused by this and asks you why would you awaken him at this hour. You explain the situation to Kaiser and even though he doesn't believe in it, he decides to go check for it.

He opens the door to the backyard revealing a cat rustling in the bushes. It looked soo big when the lights of your house reflected it.

Kaiser looks at you and tries to hold in his laughter.

- Pf......You woke me up for this?

He seas giving you a snarky look.

You feel kind of humiliated by your paranoia.

- I'm sorry for waking you up soo late......atleast we can be sure that it isn't an intruder.

Kaiser senses your embarrassment and decides to use it to his advantage.

-You know, I had a really tough day. Coming back from the airport and the flight itself was exhausting. Why don't you help me sleep?

Although you were aware of his motives, you decide to fulfill his wishes either way.

- Like what?

He was surprised that you actually agreed and decides to push this even further.

- Well how about a back massage?

He asks you.

- Alright, is that all?

You are kind of tired yourself and not in the mood for 'his majesty'.

- We'll see about that.

He seas abusing his control over your dignity.

You both go to the bedroom and he lays on the bed, removing his shirt for the massage. He obviously did it just to be extra.

Michael knows you are secretly enjoying it. He lays on the bed and signals for you to start.

You sit on his lower back to give him the massage. You start from his rose tattoo and move to his other shoulder.

- Right there.

He seems to be enjoying himself and you completely forget about what happened earlier.

- I'm sure I don't compare to the professional, but I'm glad you like it.

Kaiser turns around as you are sitting on him.

- What do you mean by that? We are just getting started after all.

He grabs your waist and lays his touch all over your body. You finally understood what your boyfriend meant by massage.

- W-wait that's evil!

He smiles and decides to move you closer to his crotch, making you feel his boner from under his pants.

THE REST IS HISTORY UNTIL MORNING!!!!!!

You wake up in the morning with serious back and jaw pain, while Kaiser is practically glowing from last night.

#bllk smut #michael kaiser x reader #Bllk smut #implied sex #kaiser x reader #Y/n lives with Kaiser #Kaiser uses y/n to his advantage #one shot #don't repost #bllk x reader #bllk x you #smut #kaiser x y/n #kaiser x you

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fandomfluffandfuck · 3 months

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Alright but Steve and Bucky during an undercover mission where Bucky gets to play the short-tempered, tattoed, always grumpy guy.

(Which one of Chris's characters would go well with him? Which one inspires you the most??? 👀)

Oh my goddd

I will take any excuse to talk about that Sebastian look, so thank you for giving me one, 😮‍💨😮‍💨 and there are so many options-!

My immediate impulse just because ✨️I would like to see it✨️ is to pair this Bucky with this Steve

I want to see Steve play the whiny, confused, and subservient puppy with jaded, rough, short-tempered Bucky.

Let's be real, though: that's my weakness for tattoos and pathetic, useless men showing... there's not a real cohesive way to have both of them undercover on the same mission with those two parts. So, we'll explore more 😏

How about this Bucky with this Steve?

I just think there's a lot of potential for grumpy, short-tempored Bucky with lawyer Steve always by his side (although, I know next to nothing about how Mike on Puncture acts, oops). If nothing else, they'd look dangerously good sharing a cigarette, clothed in way too little.

And in a similar fashion with matching the possible, incredible sleazy vibes of that Bucky... this Steve

God... the way they would look next to each other 😮‍💨😮‍💨

I don't even care if it doesn't make sense for an undercover mission anymore. I just 😮‍💨 😮‍💨😮‍💨

#asks #stucky #evanstan #au #ghostoffiction

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♪ — 𝗦𝗠𝗜𝗟𝗘 𝗙𝗢𝗥 𝗠𝗘 charles leclerc x wife! driver! reader (angst) “. . . charles goes the five stages of grief, again.”

( general master list | more of charles leclerc ) ( requests )

"Shhh, she's asleep." You heard Charles whisper as he carried you on his back through the paddock. It was your pre Qualifying tradition. You'd sleep in and go to the paddock in your pyjamas. The only problem with that, is that sleeping in makes you late for FP3.

But since you married Charles, you didn't have to worry about timing anymore. He carried you all the way from bed to his car, from the car to your motorhome. He wore pyjamas with you, danced to music with you before FP3. Call it a ritual, because it's been going on for 3 years now.

He pushed your Aston martin cap further down your face to make sure the sun wouldn't bother you. Walking into the green motorhome, Charles shared an awkward smile and wave with your team, minus Alonso who was trying to take photos of you passed out.

"Stay with me." You mumbled in your native language, one that Charles learned just for you. He'd just set you down on the couch in your driver's room, only for you to hold his hand to stop him from leaving.

"Cherie, I'm sticking out like a sore thumb. I'm in red." [sweetheart] He reminded you but you could only shrug not caring, trying to pull him closer to you. He wasn't going to leave in the first place, even if you asked him to, he just wanted to close the door. The one that Alonso was taking pictures from once you two were sound asleep in each others arms.

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"Ayyyy, Macarena! Aughh! You sang as you danced with your husband. He twirled you as you swung danced with each other in his garage with a few minutes till Qualifying. Drivers, staff, and other paddock patrons always stopped by for a minute or two to watch. It was always so heart warming to see the two enjoying your time together.

it was even more wholesome to watch you jump out of your car and run to him once you finished Qualifying, securing your first provisional pole. He pulled you in his arms, jumping with you excitedly. Although he lost leading the race to you, he felt so proud that you were finally on top like you deserved to be.

But you didn't deserve this. Not at all. Your car upside down on your husband's Ferrari. "Mon amour. Ça va être correct." [my love, it's going to be alright] You took off your left glove reaching for his hand under you. He copied your actions, holding his bare left hand with yours, the tattooed outline of your wedding rings touching.

Flinching, Charles looks confused at what fell on his visor. Red. Droplets of red were slowly dripping. "A-Amour!" He panicked trying to unbuckle himself, and get out. "Charles- Charlie. No no. It's ok. I'm ok." You comforted quickly, how you voice was so sweet and relaxed at a time like this he couldn't understand. He found himself crying as you whispered soft words and nothings to him, feeling the warm liquid trail down his wrist and arm under his race suit. "I will always be ok. Everything will be fine. I promise. We'll go home, and I'll make creps and we can watch cars 2."

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You lied. The first promise that you had ever broken, against your husband as well. Charles' chest felt empty as he carried your casket out of the cathedral, your helmet resting on top of the wooden confinement. His hand wouldn't leave the casket once he set you down in the car that would take you to your grave. Picking up your helmet, he watched you leave. Your mother stayed close to him, crying in his arms as he hugged her.

Charles felt numb.

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DENIAL

After brewing himself a cup of coffee, Charles gently knocked on the bedroom door before entering. He set your favourite coffee mug quietly on your night stand before moving to the curtains and draping the blinds closed.

You didn't sleep comfortably with bright light, and he always had to close the curtains for you. "I'm gonna go on a run, amour. I'll be back in 40 minutes or so." He told no one as he pulled clothes from his closet changing quietly and walking out.

When he came back all sweaty and heaving, he showered in silence for the first time.

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ANGER

It wasn't even 10 minutes into FP1 when Charles was quick to park the car on a patch of grass before hopping out and pulling his head protection off.

The food that he had forced himself to eat that morning was vomited on the grass. It was the first time back in the car since your crash and apparently he could still feel your blood dripping on his helmet and tricking down his arm.

"You okay, mate?" It was Max, he would tell by the redbull parked near his Ferrari. "DO I LOOK OKAY TO YOU?!" Charles snapped standing up and wiping his mouth clean. "GO GET P1 FOR ALL I CARE. IM NOT DOING THIS SHIT." Throwing his helmet somewhere in a fit of rage. Charles walked off, where to he didn't know. But he couldn't sit in the car that killed you.

The red colours of Ferrari held a different meaning now. "AND ITS ALL MY FAULT." He shouted angrily gripping his hair frustrated.

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BARGANING

Charles sat in the shower. He's been scrubbing his hands and arms for thirty minutes now but the blood wouldn't come off. No matter how much pressure he put or how much soap. Your blood was stuck to his skin, reminding him of his mistake.

"I should've never signed with Ferrari. I should've never bumped chased her down." He mumbled, hoping that admitting to his mistakes would remove the scars. "It's all my fault. And if I could, I'd take her place instead. If only- if only I braked earlier." He broke into sobs leaning against the wall. 'If only's crowding his mind, regretting everything he did that would've lead to your death.

"It's all my fault. I'm so- so sorry Y/N. I'm sorry. I'm sorry. It's my fault." He shouted to the walls, hoping you'd return to his arms.

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ACCEPTANCE

Charles sat on the grass bed with groan, shifting his backpack on his lap and pulling out lunchboxes. He set his championship trophy next to your grave stone, opening the plastic lid and pulling out the crepe rolls.

"Oh they taste like shit." He chuckled embarrassed, pinching the bridge of his nose as he continued to eat anyways. "I'll have to ask your mom for her jam recipe because Lorenzo can't cook that well." He mumbled, leaning back on one arm while he ate with the other.

"It's for you." He pointed at the trophy. "I finally made it . . . Although I would've loved for you to win it more than me." He raised his crèp muttering a cheers as he got up leaving his stuff, only for a moment to go greet his dad. "See you around my love." He blew a kiss, the same way you always did to him during the formation lap or when he was on the podium.

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"RAAH!" You jumped on his back once you reached him. The boy flinched catching you quickly. "AMOUR! YOU SCARED THE SHIT OUT OF ME!" He scolded you, setting you down before pulling you into a deep kiss.

"There's that beautiful smile. My beautiful ocean eyes." You teased once you pulled away, cupping his cheeks gently. "Let me show you around! Come on!" You pulled on his arm, dragging him with you. "Hey- wait! Slow down!"

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𝐓𝐑𝐀𝐂𝐊 𝐓𝐇𝐑𝐄𝐄 —» ❝BABY, I'M THE REASON WHY HELL'S SO HOT ❞. [ ❤︎ ] featuring Hawks, Dabi, Aizawa, Tengen, Sanemi, Rengoku.

[ § ] — › Parties were never your forte but when your boyfriend mentioned it is nothing but a “go as you like” party you could not resist, especially when they pleaded that they will do anything to go to the Halloween party.

+. LU$TOBER MASTERLIST+ PART OF HAPPY HALLOWEEN COLLAB | NAVIGATION LINKS.

[ CWs ] — › female anatomy, mention of alcohol, power play, ROLEPLAY,s/d dynamics, sensory deprivation, mild knife play (sensational play), f&m orals, overstimulation, unprotected, voyeurism, bondage, consensual somnophilia, delayed orgasm, creampie, sacrilege kink.

HAWKS ( KEIGO TAKAMI )

— PIRATE & PRINCESS !

This year the party was not held at any of the penthouses he had. It was rather on outdoors and maybe he did it to get rid of your boredom but Keigo did not think you would be able to exceed his expectations.

You have always been sneaky when it came to parties and gatherings while Keigo has always been a great fan of quickies. Certainly, like all the other parties you two ended up being alone; not only that he even managed to get you on his lap, with his cock sheathed inside you. It was not risky but not safe either.

The treehouse was supposed to be a mere plaything for children, but he was desperately touching and kissing all over your body. The area was away from the main camping ground, full of decorations and treehouses scattered here and there and hence perfectly engulfed in silence. The only sound audible was the shrill cry of cicadas, the muffling moans escaping from your lips, and the suckling noises as Hawks was busy easing your restlessness.

"Kei...what if someone might come?", you drawl out quickly trying to get rid of his firm hold off your wrists. Your hands were held at the middle of your waistline having your boobs on the display. The gusts of wind at intervals were lacing your skin with goosebumps, hardening your nipples while his soft lips continued to pepper kisses on your collar bones.

"I just need you to cum on my cock, just one more time, alright? and mmmgh, then, and then we'll go back to the party.", he said that before and made you cum before having his cock inside you. Now, he wants to do it again. With your body half exposed and his lips exploring your skin have already made you desperate, enough to carelessly fuck him right here with him bottoming you out. "Then, let me ...mmgh, let me just move a little.", you whisper. He lets his grip go loose and you instantly start to glide against his cock.

"As you wish, princess.", he rasps advancing his hands over your pussy to rub your folds, to make you cum faster. You want to cum, you want to feel his cock deep inside you, his fat tip hitting your sweet spot but you are not loose enough to take him in. “Need my help, princess ?”, he drawls in clamping his hands under your thighs as he leaves the seat.

You gasp as he pushes the rest half of the cock inside you while you curl your hands around his shoulders. He stars to make you bob on his cock up and down, sweat glistening both of your skin and his temporary skull tattoo on his collar bone that he got for his costume. You licked his tattoo while he jammed inside you with broad strokes, both of your thighs quivering, groans overlapping, your nails digging on his back, eyes rolling white as his cum seeps inside you.

He lets you down pumping his cock before zipping his pants. You look at him with droopy eyes, cooing in a sloppy voice, “Lets just stay a little longer.” to which he chuckles exclaiming that he wants it too. After all he stole you for himself from the party, living up to his role.

DABI ( TOUYA TODOROKI )

— INMATE & OFFICER !

You should have known better than that, better than choosing such a body-hugging outfit to wear as for an inmate. The metal cuffs were supposed to be hanging from Touya's belt, but it was not rather it was around your slim wrists. He even tucked the cuff over a hook on the wall that has left your hands hanging for a while.

Touya was standing a few inches apart from you. If you inclined towards him for a kiss, he would have moved away and that would do nothing but provoke him more. He was already playing with you, unbuttoning your shirt slowly, letting his knuckle graze accidentally.

“Now that my hands are free . . . I can play with you more.", he chimed as his hands pulled down the pants having you naked. At first, he was slow and soft, playing with your boobs squeezing them, kissing them, and biting them. But when you bucked up your hips he was tempted to have more of you and luckily for you he gave in to the temptation.

Curling one of his hands around your waist making you arch your body against his, while the other arm was aiding the pooling heat in between your legs. He wanted you; like the way he had you every time: with his cock in your mouth cumming down your throat but your soft moans and gasps made him deviate this time.

His fingers were already thrusting exploring those gummy walls. "Keep it down", he whispered when you started to gasp and moan a little louder. "I . . . can't … ahAh!", you direly protested as his fingers were rashly moving up and down inside your folds. But you did not want to disobey him so your lips latched on to his collar bones sucking desperately as he finger-fucked you.

Your bite grew stronger as you were approaching your high, muffled moans and bold groans filling the room until he backed away having you gasping and quivering. "You came. . . hmmm . . . ", he remarked to which you looked at him with droopy eyes blowing a kiss in his direction. "Oh yes! officer.", you cooed.

AIZAWA SHOUTA

— DOCTOR & NURSE !

Aizawa was not really on board with the idea of going to the party, especially as a doctor and you as a nurse. It was a punishment for him to see you roaming around in those tight short skirts that sometimes gave a glimpse of your red panty when you crossed your legs one over the other. He had to tear his gaze away otherwise he would have definitely got a boner and with all the guests around, he was not in a mood to make it obvious by dragging you to a different room and fuck you witless. Now that he was home again, he can have fun with you all he wants. He casually walks up to you as if he is unbothered by your barely-clad body. He noticed how your skin got goosebumps when he was standing close to your body, one move and he could have you pinned against the wall, touch you everywhere. Just thinking about it makes your head all dizzy.

"No, no no, look at me when I touch you there.", you immediately glance at him trying to fight off the exhaustion. The booze was really strong which made your senses weak and lithe. "So, all this for me?", he asked rubbing your pussy lips. You bit your lower lip humming feeling his fingers penetrating into your entrance. If only you were not drunk and exhausted you could have handled this differently.

Aizawa's lips ghosted yours as his hands swiftly made you sit on the desk, his work desk. Probably it was a costume accessory, it must be: he took out the scalpel and began to run the tip of it over your white shirt, along your h chest, circling around your pebbled nipples barely touching yet igniting your skin on fires. One by one the buttons were gone, and you were panting heavily. You tried to cling to his body but he immediately held your hands pinning them over your head.

"Do you know how hard it was? for me to watch you in that short costume?", you could barely hum now. It was not just exhaustion and alcohol, it was his fingers, constantly rubbing your folds up and down, pinching your bud, grazing his wet fingers onto your inner thigh. "Please, just get it over with", you mewled like a creature. You did not even try to fight back. You knew his grip was strong enough to mark your wrists.

You looked at him with heavy eyelids and with your arms being immobile you inclined your head a little and he took your lips in his. When you heard his soft groans and moans, you knew it was your win. His grip became loose and that is when you pressed your lips to his tightly, enough to let the grip go. "You really thought you'd win with such a party trick?", he whispers pressing your hands again.

TENGEN UZUI

— MASTER AND MAID !

“Just the tip,” Tengen coos slowly gliding the tip of his cock along your entrance. "Please", he adds but all he gets is a little crescent of your lips. And how can you say no to that? But at the same time, you knew his pattern. You were used to it. He never pulls out in time and always says just the tip yet ends up slapping his balls against your skin until he fills you. You would have let him have his way but the timing was bad.

He has you on your back sprawled out on the dinner table, the very dinner table that needs to be prepared before the guests arrive. Your legs spread wide enough to accommodate his wide torso and the monochrome frills of your maid dress clustered underneath your breasts. Tengen grabs your things spreading them more, rasping, "Decide faster baby", and slides in, just the tip of his cock, coating it with your slick. "But it's almost time", you wince at the feeling of being stretched.

"Yep. that's why I SAID JUST THE TIP", Tengen taps his cock on your pussy that is leaking with your warm arousal. “Yo-you said just the tip,” you whimper, closing your thighs around his torso, not sure if you want to pull him closer or push him away. Tengen towers over you, his face almost close to your pebbled nipples. "But you always take me so well.", he whispers sucking your nipples harshly diverting your attention as he pushes his cock up to the girth in one broad thrust. You arch with a screaming gasp feeling his balls against your skin hands grabbing his black suit. Watching you arch in ache he quickly pulls you against his body, making you sit on the table as his hands rest on your waistline. Your breathing is still irregular as you try to adjust to a position where it won't hurt.

Tengen's sturdy fingers traveled along your inner things rubbing circles before squeezing at intervals. You look at him with lust-filled eyes as you run your hands from the back of your nape to your boobs, massaging them, pinching your nipples watching him being surprised at your response. "Yes, master I'm always ready for you," Tengen smirks before he just sucks your lips while he tears apart your maid outfit.

SANEMI SHINAZUGAWA

— PRIEST & NUN !

This would not have happened if you had agreed to his suggestions, that is, get over with this boring party so that you both could have fun. You did not want that, you wanted to enjoy your role and the feeling of soft fabric on your skin. You mentioned how charming that necklace that was hanging on your bosom was. Now, here you are sprawled out on the bed with your hands above your head, your dress clustered over your head.

The costume makes it better since Sanemi did not pull the dress out, and being a full-sleeved dress hugged your wrists tightly, making your hands immobile. "You still can have fun after this?", Sanemi rasped as he rammed into your hole. The room was filled with your moans and the slapping of his balls against your feminity.

For him, he was enjoying the view. With your boobs at the display, those pebbled nipples that begged to be marked, and the way your tummy twitched at every sharp thrust he wanted to fill your tummy with his seed.

But his attention was on a different thing, in between your boobs, on your cleavage, where the crucifix pendant was glistening in sweat while his pendant was dangling against yours.

Sanemi has always been a multitasker, he wanted to suck your nipples hard enough to make your eyes water but with every broad thrust of his cock into your pussy, he was enjoying the rhythm of the pendant in between your whimpers.

RENGOKU KYOJURO

— JOKER AND HARLEY QUINN !

“Do you know how sexy you look with those ponytails?”, Kyojuro drawls running his fingers up and down your back while you try to keep your heavy eyelids apart to keep yourself falling asleep. It is not exhaustion it is the pill that your boyfriend gave you. He is nice and really takes good care of you.

You think he can't harm you in any way, that is why you love him with every heart tissue. “and you don't look scary.”, you murmur against his ears as his golden gaze scans your puffy lips. He rubs your lower lip asking, "not even a little bit...hmm?", to which you respond him by sucking his thumb.

Tengen has noticed how you have started to become fidgety and leaves the room but not without locking the door behind him. Kyojuro smirks at his behavior. With his two sets of fingers he checks how wet you're murmuring softly against your cheeks,

"Looks like you can take me. . .", he licks your juices off his slick wet fingers exclaiming lazily, "all this for me huh?" and all you could manage to do was to chuckle at his remark. The next thing you felt was his cock inside you his strong hefty arms wrapping underneath your boob line, as he sloppily cuddle-fucks you.

Your body jolts when he grabs your boobs and says, "You think all these is just a dream? makes me happy baby", ending with a kiss on your sweaty neckline as you moan and hum feeling his cock twitch inside you thinking this will be over the moment you open your eyes. And now that you're vividly awake you could feel the stickiness in between your legs.

"Still not scary?", Kyojuro asks. You smile at him swinging your head, "I don't know". That's right! you don't know, you don't know what that smirk meant when he kissed you whispering, "Good Job baby", he likes those innocent looks in your eyes that suggest how much you believe in him , how much he can fuck you till you realize his madness for you.

"Kyo, let's try something else for next time!", you chime when he takes you in his arms so that he can clean you thoroughly. He just smiles thinking how lucky he is to find his Harley Quinn.

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gemini-sensei · 7 months

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Not What You Think It Is | Tattooist!Hawt x Chubby!Reader Pt. 2

Tattoo Parlor AU ○ Fem!Reader ○ Part One

CW: mentions of/illusions to needles and pain, smut, rough sex, unprotected sex,

Hawk was nervous, but that nervousness soon burst into a million butterflies when the doorbell rang. He'd never had a client come to his home for a tattoo, or any other reason for that matter. This was something he never thought of doing, usually only giving tattoos to friends at his place. Nonetheless, he smiles as he answered the door.

Reader smiled anxiously at him and offered a little wave. "Hey."

"Hey," he said, moving aside to let her in. "I have a seat set up in the backroom, so we're just gonna head down the hall there."

She nodded as she stepped inside. "Cool."

Regardless of the circumstances, he was still excited. "I can't wait to see how you healed up. This is the first thigh tattoo I've done like this."

"It looks really great," she told him. They started walking to the back room, where he had everything set up.

"You just wanted some touch ups, right?" he asked, wanting to clarify what they were doing. He wanted to make sure she wa satisfied with the work she'd gotten done, wanting to put his best foot forward.

She nodded. "Yeah."

He sat down and motioned for her to do her thing. Shyly, she undid the button on her shorts and slipped them off. She was wearing bicycle shorts underneath, of course, but she was she a little shy when it came to these things. Her thighs were sensitive, which was the whole reason she was at his house for today's session to begin with. To say she was a little insecure about them was an understatement, but that was why she got the tattoo to begin with.

She rolled up her bicycle shorts and turned around for him to see. She bit her lip nervously, but let out a small gasp when he touched her leg.

"These look great," he told her, smiling as he ran his fingers over her ink. "I see where I need to shape it up though. That won't be too much work."

"Cool," Reader breathed.

"If you wanna lay down, I'll get my gloves on and we'll get this done."

"Okay," she said with a small smile.

She got on the tattoo bed and laid on there stomach, resting her head on her hands. It wasn't long after that the familiar buzzing of a tattoo gun was filling up the room and Hawk was doing his thing. She took a deep breath before he started, but it only took a few minutes for her to start moaning. She hid her face in her arms as her cheeks grew warm, trying to keep herself somewhat quiet.

Hawk was focused on the touch ups, but he couldn't help listening to her. He couldn't just block her out, the small room they were in amplifying the noise. Her moans were so pretty, too, and he was finding it difficult not to get hard. However, he kept his head down and did what she came here for.

"Does it hurt?" he asked, never wanting to go in heavy handed.

She hummed, shook her head, then let out a loud moan. "No- no, nothing that's not normal!"

He bit his lip and nodded. "Okay."

They were sitting there for about half an hour before he turned off his machine and set everything aside. He wiped down her thighs and finished them up, making sure she was going to heal alright. It was quiet as he wrapped her up, trying to ignore the tension that has permeated the air.

As he stood over her, Hawk had no idea how close his boner - which he'd been ignoring this entire time - was to her leg. That was until he accidentally pressed it against her and she gasped. He let out a low, involuntary groan and pushed it against her leg. She bit her lips, feeling how big he was.

Flustered, she looked over her shoulder at him, seeing the red staining his cheeks. "Did- did I...?"

She couldn't even finish her sentence, but he knew what she was trying to get out. He nodded, sucking in a breath. He pulled away from her but didn't try to hide what she already knew was there. He was hard in his pants for his client, which was never a good thing. She probably thought he was a pervert who had invited her into his home because of this reason because she moaned so pretty while getting tattooed.

So he tried to explain himself. "I'm sorry. I can't control that and you're such a pretty lady and you were moaning so much and I don't know what happened."

She got up, her thighs wrapped and ready to go. She shook her head, trying to think of the words to assure him, but any words fell out of her mouth instead. "No, it's okay. This has just never happened before."

He stopped for a moment, a little stunned by the admission. "Wait, never?"

She shook her head, embarrassed. "Nope. Never. I get it. I'm not that attractive. It was all the noise I was making. I'll just go."

Reader moved to grab her bag, but he stopped her, taking hold of her wrist to catch her attention. His hold isn't hard or firm, but rather gentle and sweet. "You don't have to go."

She looked up at him, shocked that he didn't want her to leave. All she could do was stare as she waited to see what happened neck, but she caught sight of his eyes looking at her lips and she got the idea.

"Are you sure? I mean, me?" she asked.

He nodded. "Only if you want me to."

"I'd be a liar if I said I didn't think about it," she whispered.

He smirked and smashed his lips into her. It was hot and passionate, energized by the moment and their attraction to each other. Lust coursed through their veins as the kiss quickly grew deep and heavy, tongues twisting and moans muffled by their lips. He pulled her close, pressing his hard-on against her hip, and began to lightly grind against her.

Soon, he had her laid out on his tattoo bed once again, this time on her back. He carefully peeled her bicycle shorts off, mindful of her sore thighs and the fresh swelling he'd just caused her. He tossed them aside, soon followed by her panties. She kept her shirt on, still not as confident as she'd like to be in her body. He simply slipped his hands under the fabric and groped her belly and tits, making her moan oh so pretty.

Half naked on his work table, her pussy leaked arousal all over the leather. He loved it, dropping a hand down to play with her pussy lips and spread her wetness all over her, especially all over her clit as he toyed with it.

"Oh, fuck," she whined and bucked her hips up, but he put a stop to that fairly quickly.

He hooked his hands under her knees and pushed them up, putting her legs over his shoulders. He looked down at her as he stood on his knees over her, eyes dark and full of lust. "Fuck, you look so pretty like this. All laid out just for me, wet pussy just begging to get fucked. Who made you this soaking wet?"

"You did, Hawk," she whined. His fingers found her clit again and started rubbing circles into it. She gasped, hips wiggling as he built up her pleasure. "Oh my god!"

"I want you to come for me," he told her, licking his lips. "I want to watch you come all over my fingers."

At that, he slipped two fingers into her hole slowly. She was tight around just two of his long, slender fingers. Once they were knuckle deep, he curled them and pet her spongy walls before pulling them back and fucking them back into her fast and hard. Her back arched off the table as she moaned his name, which made his hard cock throb with need in the confines of his pants.

He kept up his ministrations until she came, squirting hot liquid all over the front of his pants. She squealed, holding onto the edge of the table as she made a mess and didn't even know it. He pulled his fingers out and stuffed them in his mouth, sucking her sweet nectar off of them as he watched her come. He was soaked from his abs down to his knees.

"That was so fucking hot," he said, pressing the front of his soaked sweats against his cock. "Fuuuck!"

He then made headway to push them down and out of the way. They, along with his boxers, got halfway down his thighs before he was gathering up her wetness to slather all over his cock. He ran the tip through her folds, watching it collect her sweet wetness.

She looked at him and his soaked shirt, flustered and hot as she asked herself if she had done that. She didn't get the chance to ask him as she soon saw his fat cock and became distracted by it. "Holy fuck. Is that gonna fit?"

He fisted his thick cock with a smirk. "Yeah, don't worry, baby. It'll fit. This fat pussy of yours is gonna take it all."

He leaned forward, pushing her legs into her some and she moaned. He almost forgot about her tattoos and he leaned back, looking down at her.

"Are you okay?"

She nodded, biting her lip. "I've just never... done this before."

"What? Hook up with your hot tattoo artist?"

She shook her head. "This position."

"Oh," he chuckled. "Well, you're gonna love it."

He pushed her legs forward again and moaned again, especially when he grabbed the fronts of her thighs and teased them.

"Fuck, these are the prettiest things I've ever seen. So fucking happy you let me tattoo them," he said, kissing her calf. His hips were rocking against her slowly, cock rubbing over her folds as he talked. It felt so good, but he wanted to get inside of her already and feel her tight walls hug him. "Can I put it in?"

She nodded. "Please! Please put it in, Hawk! Don't tease me anymore!"

He nodded and pulled his hips back. He reached down and positioned his cock at her entrance, then he pushed in and the tip popped in. He groaned with her as it happened, the fog of his mind getting heavier. Then he started feeding her the rest of his length, stretching her around him.

Her nails dug into the leather of his table, head thrown back as she took his cock. It felt so good, opening her up in ways she'd never felt before. He had to have the biggest cock she'd ever had, feeling him reach new depths. Then his hips met her ass and she was feeling dizzy laying under him. "Oh my god, you're so deep!"

It sent a boost to his ego and Hawk bucked his hips, making her yelp. He let her adjust to his size after that, loving how much she was reacting to just having his cock in her. "You haven't had any good dick then."

He pulled his hips back, leaving the tip inside, and pushed them forward. He was easy at first, but not too gentle. He set a moderate pace, keeping her legs up and her ass slightly lifted off the table. His hips constantly met her fat ass, slapping against it and making it jiggle. He watched the spot where their bodies met, grunting deeply as her whole body bounced with the impact. She was absolutely gorgeous.

The room grew heavy with the smell of sex, hot as they grunted and panted into the air. He'd had some low music playing from a small speaker, but it was overpowered by the lovely symphony of moans and groans. It was heady and if anyone were to magically outside the door behind him, they'd know what they were doing in there before they entered the room.

"More! Please!" Reader whined, at his mercy as he fucked into her. All she could do was watch and listen, her view wasn't half bad and was made better once he tore his shirt off. Her pussy clenched as he exposed his toned chest to her and he flashed a smirk.

"You want more?" he teased, gripping her calves. "You sure?"

She nodded to him, needing more of him in whatever way he would provide it. She didn't expect him to push her legs further into her, thick thighs meeting her clothed, hidden stomach. Her knees were closer to her chest but didn't quite meet it, and her breath was stolen away from her. She moaned as there was a slight pain from the backs of her thighs, but it paled in comparison to the pleasure she received as Hawk hit impossibly deeper in her cunt.

Her eyes rolled back as she cried out. "Oh my god! Oh my god! Right there! More! There! There!"

He sped up his pace and continued to hit the spot she so desired him to. He had to bite his lip, so engrossed and focused on his handiwork, that he almost didn't realize his hair was falling in his face. He leaned forward and rested one of her legs on his shoulder so he could push his hair out of his face, wiping some sweat off of his forehead in the meantime. It was so much work, but he loved it.

"Right here?" he asked teasingly. He chuckled as she gargled an answer, too pleasured to answer him properly as she half nodded. He licked his lips, feeling his dick throb. "Fuck, yeah, I know right there. Your fucking cunt is gonna squeeze the life outta me. I make you feel good, don't I?"

"Yesh," she slurred, high on the feeling of getting fucked so well.

"Yeah, well you make me feel great," he told her, grabbing her tit over her shirt and squeezing it. She moaned so heavily, so needily, and he loved it. "This beautiful fucking body of yours, your sweet little moans, make me feel so fucking good. You've got the hottest body I've ever seen and it's driving me crazy. Fuck fuck fuck."

He slowed his thrusts, not wanting to come yet. She had to come first before he could do such a thing. But he could tell she was close, so he gave her tit one last squeeze before moving his hand down her body. Over her belly, where he gave another pinch and she squealed cutely, then finding her clit again in no time and rubbing fast figure eights into it.

It didn't take like for her to come after that, her velvet walls squeezing around his cock tight. He groaned as he fucked into harder, picking up his pace again as she began to tumble over the edge. She threw her head back with a loud moan, coming hard. He fucked her through it, loving the feeling of his throbbing cock wrapped up by her spasming cunt. It was enough to send him over the edge too.

He came with a heavy groan and a few final ruts into her, stilling when he couldn't keep it up anymore. Hot spurts of cum filled her hungry cunt but they were both too high on the feeling to notice.

She whined softly as she started coming down, feeling the last feeble throbs of his cock. The fog began to clear and she looked up at him, panting for breath just the same as he did. Her body was hot all over, warm from the inside out, and starting to grow cool. Sweat stuck her shirt to her body and she felt the soreness beginning to settle in, but she didn't care too much.

When he put her legs down, she sat up carefully and into him. He grabbed her waist and closed the gap between them, sitting in front of her and pulling her to him, still buried deep in her cunt. She whimpered and bucked her hips against his, making him groan from his chest. Then he kissed her heavily, hungry for more of her. She wrapped her arms around him and they sat like that for a while, her legs thrown over his hips as they sat on his tattoo table and made out like it was their last day on earth.

She'd never felt so full in her life and absolutely loved it. His wandering hands feeling up her made her feel like she was up on that cliff of pleasure again. He groped her sides and belly, then her tits. He pulled away from her lips for air but kept his hands on her chest, squeezing her through the fabric of her shirt. He made her moan in the hot atmosphere of the room, watching the way her face twisted up. Her body reacted with small grinding motions against him, rubbing his still-hard cock against her sensitive cunt walls.

"You're so fucking hot," he whispered, dipping his head down to her neck.

She moaned as he bit into her skin and started sucking. "God! I've never had sex this amazing before!"

He chuckled, feeling his ego skyrocket. First, he made her come, now she was admitting this was the best sex she'd ever had? What a day! He continued to suck on her neck until a pretty mark would be left behind, at which point he pulled away and lashed his tongue over the area to soothe her skin.

When he pulled away, he brought his hands up to cup her face. She stared at him, having just caught her breath. Her lips were swollen and glossing, her eyes still a little hazy and lustful. Then he pulled her into another heated kiss and dropped his arms around her waist. He grabbed fistfuls of her ass and pulled her against him, back and forth.

She moaned into his mouth as she practically used her as a toy to get off again. It was dirty and fun, so she wasn't complaining. She was coming again in seconds and shaking on his lap as he moved her on him. Her hands held onto him tightly as she pulled out of the kiss to scream with pleasure, head dropping as she watched the place where they met.

Creamy cum gushed from her cunt and around his base, making a bigger mess of them both as he continued to move her against him. She fell limb against his chest and let him until he was filling her pussy with another hot load. She felt every delicious throb of his cock and she whined softly, hiding her face in his neck.

As he tapered off, he pushed her off of him and laid her down on the table again. He looked down at her frothy folds, watching some of his cum escape her. It was messy and nasty, but he couldn't help to bite his lip at it as he made a mental note to wipe down the table extra well later.

Reader laughed breathlessly. "I don't know if I can' walk after that."

"Feel free to rest up before you go," Hawk laughed with her.

She looked up at him, the realization that she'd have to go had come back to her. She'd only been invited over for a tattoo, an extension of his business, and what they had just done went far beyond that. However, it didn't raise any anxiety in her. She just smiled up at him, feeling far more comfortable with him as her tattoo artist, and then some.

He cleaned her up, ensuring her tattoos weren't bothered by their vigorous activity, then helped her back into her clothes. She lounged around his place a bit, drinking some water and eating some chips as they talked about tattoos and other fun topics of conversation. Then he walked her to her car, where he gave her his personal number if she ever wanted another private session.

On the drive home, she started thinking about what she'd go back for next time, happy to have finally found a tattoo artist who wasn't all that bothered by her moaning during sessions.

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