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backseat chronicles - n.jm | ridin’ club

━ welcome to the ridin’ club smut series

genre ➠ slow burn, smut, fluff, lil angst wordcount ➠ 8.5k details ➠ fem!reader, streetracer!jaemin, badboy!jaemin, college!au ━ where Jaemin brings you to his club races as his arm candy. warnings ➠ explicit language, overstimulation, flirty banter, pet names, softdom!jaemin, car sex, praise kink, hittin it raw (y/n on the pill), oral, daddy kink, slight corruption kink, fingering synopsis ➠ There is no reasonable explanation as to why or how you always end up in the backseat of Na Jaemin’s beloved car. Almost routinely, he picks you up around ten in the evening with the stereo blasting the raunchiest lyrics for your entire suburban neighborhood to hear. The entire night remains purely friendly, a dabble of flirtatious comments because well, it’s Jaemin for fuck sakes. But all it takes is one suggestive gaze from his dark, lustful eyes and a drop in his voice that rumbles your core to have you climbing over the seats to get to the back. taglist ➠ @rabbit-doyochi ; @darkneogotmyback ; @im-lame-irl ; @p-mini ; @niniluvsmarkhyuck ; @saniahmichael ; @jaehy9ngs ; @danyxthirstae01 ; @jaehyunoos ; @pikijaemin ; @suhweo ; @yunoyeol ; @lanadreamie ; @ta3ilmoon ;

a/n ➠ hi yall its author doie❀!! thank you for over 1k notes on this series, im beyond impressed by the amount of attention this got! it really blew up and its so crazy!! i wrote this one with more of a romantic plotline i realized its too hard to keep it pwp with all the story building and characterization i have :)) it’s almost over yall! pls pls leave me feedback im sorry it took so long to write ):

While college lecture rooms are too big to interact with other students, discussion classes are there to ease the difficulty. A classroom for about twenty students from a three hundred person lecture. It’s administered by a clueless TA, who barely began his second term in graduate school.

Unlike lecture, attendance is mandatory for participation points. You show up every time without a fail, so it came as a shock to you when a certain blue haired student finally appeared from the list of absent students.

Na Jaemin. The notorious playboy with looks that kill and partakes in some illegal racing club. It’s as if every person in the room fawns over his aura, Jaemin drips with an inexplicable alluring confidence. You didn’t know anything about him besides the fact that he never shows up for class and rumors about how he’s slept with the entire cheer squad.

But he’s drawn to you like a magnet: always sitting in the available spot next to you, asking about your day before the TA arrives, developing an odd staring problem. You don’t feed much into his attention, minding your own business when he starts with his notably flirtatious greeting.

“You just take my breath away, (Y/N).” Jaemin cocks back in his seat with legs stretched wide in an overly comfortable manner. The smug smirk on his face cannot be ignored, he’s doing the absolute most to get you to pay the smallest attention to him.

“I didn’t do anything in particular to do that, Jaemin.” You respond bitterly, pulling out your notes for today’s discussion class. The TA enjoys wasting the first twenty minutes going over the past lecture slides and running through the most obvious topics.

You pay no mind to Jaemin peering over at you with the single handedly most dreamy eyes and smile --- stars shining in his dark orbs and a dazzling twinkle in his wide toothy grin.

“That’s why you’re so amazing. You do nothing and it still leaves me breathless.” His sneaky eyes examine your clothing choice for the long day. On this warm afternoon, the short tank top does nothing to hide much of your skin and the denim shorts that ride up a little too well drive Jaemin insane. And when you cross your legs together, he swallows the spit that pools in the back of his throat.

Your ears catch onto the murmurs of the rest of the class, the midterm is next week. The wretched midterm that is half of your grade dooms you, it is going to take an endless amount of completely undistracted dedicated hours of study--- “On a more serious note, can you help me with this class?”

His voice shatters your inner panic, if anything, adds to the stress that already beats down on your shoulders. You look up to glare at him, but you’re entirely taken aback by the new styling of his hair and the exposure of his tattoos.

The sweet blue cotton candied strands are ruffled lazily above his brows, messy from him constantly running his hand through them. Jaemin sits relaxed in gray sweatpants that are extremely baggy on his slender figure, hands are shoved casually into the pockets.

But what has you staring for longer is the long sleeve of tattoos that wrap around his left arm. Not that you’re surprised that Jaemin has tattoos, let alone a whole sleeve, but this is your first time seeing it as this is the first time he’s come to class without his leather jacket on. Something about the intricate lines and shadowing make Jaemin seem much cooler, almost more attractive.

When you meet his eyes, his lips curl slowly into a sly side smile and he’s practically eating you up under his gaze. He definitely knew that you were staring and what comes next out of his mouth will haunt you for it. “Like what you see, beautiful?”

“I don’t have the time to help you.” The best way out of this situation is to simply ignore it. Jaemin is overly adored and admired by many, he’ll find someone else to help him.

“Jaemin, do you want to study together?” There you go, folks. The random girl snickers with her small huddle of friends in the upper corner of the room, like a crowd of crows, they’re all waiting around for Jaemin to accept her offer so he can be easily integrated into their little group.

However, you watch how his glances bounce between you and her. The most sickly sweet, kind smile is almost too fake to consider it to be genuine. His final choice surprises you, “thank you for offering, but I only want (Y/N)...”

Your breath hitches and gets caught in your throat as you hope for him to finish his sentence, the drumming of your heart distracting you even more. Jaemin wants you? While the thought is flattering, it puzzles you greatly.

“... to help me with my studies.” Jaemin finishes his sentence after a rather long pause, his eyes finally resting upon your figure shying away and finding any way to seem uninterested in the conversation. “Is that going to be okay, (Y/N)?”

“What do I get out of it?” You can’t believe that you are actually considering it. But this is a man that only wants you to help him. Jaemin is an impossible, yet charming man and whatever comfortable attire he is wearing today is really aiding in his request.

He lights up, ears perked up and eyes attentive. His hands fold together on the empty desk, leaning forward towards you. “Dates with me.”

Rolling your eyes, you groan slightly at the arrogant answer. “I don’t care about that. I want something that benefits me.”

“I’ll make sure you’re well fed.” There is a tiny plea in his tone, a remarkable shift from his cool aura. “What do you want? I’ll give it to you.”

“I guess I can’t turn down free food…” there is a hang in your sentence as you contemplate what chaos you’re about to dive into and what life changes are about to be explored with Jaemin.

“Before you agree,” Jaemin chuckles, “there’s one more thing I’d like you to do for me.”

You’re quick to shoot a daggering glare at the overly enthusiastic boy, “why do I suddenly owe you favors?”

“Because I say so.” He deadpans, a chill running down your spine at the deep dip in his octave. The playfulness that was present all this time suddenly vanished, a serious look that intimidates you, but sexy enough to where it erupts something in your core. He blinks at you with dark clouded eyes and you nervously anticipate what he is going to ask next of you.

“Accompany me to my races.” He speaks lowly as if he’s afraid of someone else eavesdropping in the conversation.

Here’s your issue with that request: you’ve never really been part of that scene. You’ve lived pretty mundanely, even in college. It’s simple, you like to stay within the boundaries of what you enjoy to do and what you have to do. But you’re always open minded and willing to try something to determine whether or not you’re fond of it.

Partying and drinking copious amounts of alcohol weren’t your favorite things to do, especially to the point of forgetting your nights. You wanted to remember your nights as much as you do your days. The youth isn’t here for long, why waste them by blacking out in the middle of a large party? Also, whoever said that alcohol goes down smooth is a blatant liar.

Illegal racing could possibly be an extension of people who participate in those things, which is fine, but does place a crippling fear of coming off too boring or unrelatable inside your nervous system. But just because you don’t do those things doesn’t mean that you’re not as cool, right?

Since when was your status based nonsensically on how often you spend your nights in socializing crowds full of sweaty bodies and how much cheap booze you can drink? It had to be all in your head --- you’re just dreading any awkward socializing with people who race cars when it’s absolutely illegal.

“Why me?” It’s a genuine answer, possibly stemming from your insecurities of not being on the same level of charm as Jaemin exudes. You’re not a fool, you’re well aware of the many different people he comes across on campus so, why you?

Jaemin doesn’t hesitate to answer, “why not you? You’re just my type. Hot and smart. Cute and a little shy. The greatest duality, if you ask me.” His words seem so genuine that it has you believing these things about yourself as well.

Nonetheless, you’re taken aback by his observations and his choice of descriptions. “We’ve barely ever talked. How can you say these things so confidently about me?”

Jaemin slightly pulls your chair closer to his own and you yelp in response to the sudden movement and lack of space that separates the two of you. He leans into you, breath hot on your skin and obvious eyes darting between your shocked ones and pretty lips.

“So let’s get to know each other. I can already tell that it’ll just make me fall for you even more.” His finger lightly traces your jaw, stopping at your chin to give it a small lift to meet his focus. Jaemin loves how you squirm underneath his intensity, you’re too cute to let go. “Plus, my boys will love you. I’m sure of it.”

The TA rushes in quickly and is utterly distressed from the traffic that had pushed back his schedule. “Sorry, I’m late everyone.” He rummages through his things to find his notes, but groans to see that the monitor of the computer is off. It’s going to take him another ten minutes to input all his credentials.

But your attention doesn’t stray from Jaemin, especially with his delicate touch at the bottom of your chin. His gentle smile enacts nothing but a soft love, and a peak of interest. Na Jaemin, the one and only. He’s like an adventure waiting to be explored, an open bottle of fun for you to take a sip.

“What would I have to do?” Your voice comes out shaky.

“Just be there as your pretty self.” Jaemin comes off as the type to always have women around him, “you’ll be my lucky charm. For some reason, I always feel better around you.”

The escalation of this conversation is possibly more action you’ve had to handle in the last two years. Jaemin drops your chin and falls back into his own seat with his arms crossed. He is about to turn your life upside down and whether that be a good or bad thing, you don’t mind. You’re excited for the new thrills that come with being by Na Jaemin’s side.

Jaemin’s hot hands lift your shirt quickly, throwing it towards the front seat of his car. His lips return to your soft neck, nibbling at your skin tenderly and with love bites that will remind you of his gentle touches. The streetlamps outside flicker impatiently as you feel the eagerness soaking your panties and he lifts you up to take them off.

“My sweet girl,” his voice is light and airy that it becomes almost lost in the heat of the car. “You’re excited tonight. Did you miss me?” The devilish smirk can be felt upon your collarbones.

“Yes, I haven’t seen you for almost five days.” A peculiar whine settles in your pout and Jaemin’s low growl sends shivers down your spine. The only barrier are his own tight jeans and your hands are fast at unbuckling his belt. Jaemin relaxes back, forearms resting on your soft thighs and watching the neediness in your expression and the speed of your hands. He smiles to himself seeing you this way, wanting him so badly that you can’t wait to get him out of his jeans.

Throughout the two months that you and Jaemin finally became well acquainted, he’s fallen inexplicably into your trance. His friends made it very clear to you that he doesn’t keep the same girl around for more than a few weeks. But he’s brought you to almost every race so far and despite the initial shock of your appearance after the third time, you didn’t let the passing comments phase you.

Why he hasn’t replaced you is unknown and truthfully, there is no reasonable explanation how you always wind up in the backseat of his car by the end of the night. It’s become part of your routine. Jaemin picks you up around ten in the evening with raunchy lyrics blasting out of his personalized car for your entire suburban neighborhood to hear. More often than not, Jaemin has food ready for you to devour and a cozy blanket for your exposed legs.

You’ve learned a bit more about him through your backseat chronicles. Jaemin is possibly one of the only people in your life with a heart bigger than his own body, while also being as carefree as he can. Oddly enough, he cares about you as his friend and as his companion. Not to mention the ridiculous, yet endearing nickname, “Lucky Charm”, that he has coined upon you.

Jaemin has been the best adventure you’ve had in ages. While he takes you on intoxicating thrill rides on the leather of his back seats, every street race has been more than unforgettable. He shares one of the same values as you --- wanting to remember the present. You both know that you’ll remember each other enough for it to transcend into your next lives.

You have him to thank for your youthful experiences, to learn and dive into this new found world of mischief under his care. Jaemin treats you extraordinarily well, he’d never hurt a soul. He showers you in appraisal and carefulness, he’s attentive to your behavior and remembers your favorite things. And he reminds you almost every time you see him that he’s so grateful to have you in his life.

“Have you been touching yourself?” Jaemin’s bold question catches you off guard as it causes your hands to shyly hover over his unzipped jeans. When you glance up at him with soft innocent eyes, as if you’re guilty of a crime and wish to beg for forgiveness, his facial expression is serious and intimidating.

“Continue, baby. You can be honest with me. Daddy isn’t going to punish you if you did.” His tone is sweet and light, but his eyes are dark and piercing. His lips are drawn tightly into a thin line, no curve in sight.

His finger grazes down your cheek gently as he admires your slightly parted lips and the way your eyelashes dance every time you blink. However, his other hand urges you to continue your previous action of getting him out of his restrictive jeans.

You nod, while rubbing his erection through his gray briefs that hug him so tightly. There’s a sharp intake of breath when you pull the waistband of his underwear down and his cock stands against his lower abdomen. “Do you think of me when you do?” His voice gets caught in his throat when you take him in your warm hand.

“Always.” You kiss his jawline and fix your position above his dick. Your slick pussy presses down against his shaft, coating it in your juices and rubbing his tip to your clit for a delicious sensation. Jaemin groans, his gaze dipping between your lower bodies and back to your face.

“My sweet (Y/N) thinks about her daddy fucking her senseless while she touches herself.” Jaemin chuckles darkly, grinding his hips harder against you. There is a shift in the atmosphere as he grips your hips and slowly enters your dripping hole. “That’s cute, baby.”

You hold onto his shoulders as his raw dick fills you to the brim, stretching you out like past nights. Gasps leave your body when he starts pulling all the way out to only have you sink back down. “Daddy, please just fuck me.”

Jaemin picks up his speed, knowing that you have a quiz due at midnight that you scolded him for forgetting earlier. The grip on his shoulders tighten as this man navigates your body all too well. He knows you like the back of his hand, fucking the spot that causes your body to lose control.

One of his favorite sights in the world is the view of your lips parted open with loud whimpers falling effortlessly. Your eyes roll back into your skull as his hips roll deeper into your walls, the tip hitting your sweet spot repeatedly.

“You’re always the best girl for me, aren’t you?” His hand wraps around your neck when you throw your head back, choking you lightly and your walls grip around his shaft. “I know you’re close. Cum on my dick, baby. Be a good girl.”

Jaemin’s tattoos shine under the moonlight when you peer down at him. His hooded eyes are intoxicated by the pure image of your fucked out body and he’s truly in love. “My good girl, come on baby.” He continues to encourage, his other hand giving you a smack on your ass when he drills mercilessly into you.

The familiar bubbling occupy your lower half and the feeling of release unravels all so suddenly. You fall forward, Jaemin lets go of your neck to hold your limp body close to him, your head on his shoulder as your orgasm overtakes you. He grinds his hips into you to prolong your shaking climax, cooing sweet nothings in your ear as his other hand takes a whole handful of ass to squeeze.

He bottoms out, filling you up to the rim to cum deep inside of you. Jaemin moans loudly, his cum spilling all over your walls. You two sit like that until he grows soft, pampering your temples with gentle kisses. Jaemin remembers to take care of you, no matter what.

While you’re in his arms, he reaches for sanitary wipes in the side compartments. He lifts your hips slowly to pull out and you sigh at the emptiness. Gently, he swipes at the dripping cum from your pussy and makes sure that you’re all cleaned up before getting dressed.

“So, you want to tell me why you’ve been MIA for the past five days?” Rolling your eyes, you pull up your panties and fix the last decency of your hair.

“Car meets that are too far for me to take you.” His thumb rubs your chin lovingly and Jaemin’s eyes are so bright and mesmerizing, you find that it’s hard to look him in the eye at times.

“Not because you’ve been hooking up with other girls?” There is a tinge of sarcasm that laces your rhetorical question and though you don’t expect him to give you an actual answer, you take note of his reaction. Jaemin raises an eyebrow, clearing his throat and looking out the window away from you.

“And if I was?” Truthfully, that question hurt you more than your’s hurt him. His hand rests underneath his chin as he patiently waits for your answer. He admires the clear night sky and the rundown abandoned liquor store that stands all by itself.

“What do you want me to say?” Question after question, a stiff tension replaces the sex of the car.

“I’ll take you back now.” Jaemin crawls back to the driver’s seat, completely ignoring your confused figure. He has always been quite like this: going aloof whenever he wants to dodge something. However, it’s been happening more frequently the past times you two have been seeing each other.

The truth is simple, yet entirely complex at the same time. You and Jaemin aren’t dating, despite always going out together and him posessively introducing you to other men. You and Jaemin aren’t dating.

Nevertheless, it doesn’t stop you from growing feelings for him and you can tell that this happens too often for the attractive boy. He can’t have a fuckbuddy that won’t fall head over heels for him. But who could really blame you? Even if all this time Jaemin was pretending that he cared about you, he still pampers you like a princess; he still tells you he does.

But when it comes to discussion about advancing into something more, he hides and grows silent. This has you wondering, maybe this entire thing to him is all sex? And he can’t love you back the way you do.

No one knows his heart, not even himself. He’s never wanted to complicate his life, it’s always been about two things: racing and having fun. There is no easy way to explain it all, the thoughts that flood his mind and heart, so he chooses every way to ignore it. Overall, he’s genuinely lost. You are one source of stability in his life that he isn’t willing to let go, ever. But just because he won’t let you go, doesn’t mean that you won’t take the chance to leave when you’re fed up with him.

This has him wondering, how far can he push before he pushes you too far?

“No, it’s fine. I’ll just walk.” Tonight is unsettling, it usually doesn’t end like this. Jaemin locks the car doors and turns around to reach for your hand. “Jaemin, open the door.”

“I want you to say that you hate when I sleep with other people.” Jaemin confesses all too wildly as his hand lightly squeezes around your wrist. “And I want you to mean it.” He’s only speaking words of truth that haven’t had the time to process in his own thoughts.

“I hate when you sleep with other people.” And you do mean it. You mean it more than anything you’ve ever said to this man. Jaemin just sighs, bringing your wrist to his lips for a lasting kiss.

“Can I drive you home?” Jaemin asks softly, eyes dipping down to the leather seats and avoiding all need for eye contact.

“Yes, Jaemin.” He pulls you back into the passenger seat and drapes the soft blanket over your exposed legs. “Hopefully, I still have time to take my quiz.”

“Can I come inside?” Jaemin coolly turns his marble wheel to reverse out of the parking space, a hand resting on the shoulder of your seat as he does a double take behind him for any pedestrians, even if you two are far out in the middle of nowhere and there isn’t anyone around; Jaemin knows you have the hots for him when he does that specific move.

“What do you mean? You’ve already cum inside.”

It’s the sound of disappointment as his tongue tsks at you and he flicks lightly at your forehead. He steps on the acceleration, revving the annoying engine that roars throughout the peaceful night. The multicolored lights illuminate around his stereo and at your feet, creating the Rainbow Road right out of Mario Kart.

Jaemin isn’t like the others who pay close attention to the details of his car. His motto goes, “if I like it, I’m going to have it.” Whether or not anything matches goes beyond his worries.

In some ways, his car is a mirror of his own personality --- wild and free, colorful and welcoming. And his skills as a driver? Safe, no matter how far the speedometer goes, Jaemin always makes you feel safe.

“I mean come inside your room for aftercare. You know how much I hate leaving you without a proper cuddle.” He pouts and almost immediately his cute baby tone comes out with his beg. Almost subconsciously, Jaemin lays his right palm open facing up to invite yours in. Almost routinely, you lace your hands to complete his hold. Getting Jaemin to smile has never been easier as his hold grows tighter.

“You can’t stay over tonight though. My housemates are doing some Single Girls Only house event tomorrow and it starts immediately when we wake up.” You laugh as the ridiculous words fill the air.

“And you’re participating in that?” Jaemin mindlessly asks and you’re unable to differentiate his implications from the question. Is he asking because the idea is horrendously nothing you’d like to do or he’s implying that you’re not single?

“Why wouldn’t I?” Sounding rather harsher than intended, Jaemin finally realizes how poorly he had worded his previous question. Yet, a part of him feels disappointment whirling in his chest and a desire to feel wanted by you.

“Doesn’t seem like something you’d like: wallowing in your singleness.” He chuckles, remaining lighthearted and playful.

“I really don’t.” Jaemin brings your knuckles up to his lips for a lingering kiss, his eyes darting quickly on the road ahead now that you’ve entered the metropolitan areas and his speed drops significantly to avoid getting ticketed.

“I’ll come pick you up. Instead of being single tomorrow, you’ll be on a date.” When you turn to examine his facial expression, the serious tension in his jawline and focused eyes alarm you. Your stomach twists into knots and if he couldn't already tell, your palms grow sweaty at his offer.

“That’s such a slap in the face to them.” Pulling your hand away from his, you cross your arms and lean your head against the cold window. “I don’t think I can do that to them.”

“I have a race tomorrow.” He starts, his head tilting over at you with his round gorgeous begging eyes, “at least, come to that with me.”

“Okay, but only because I want to see Haechan.” As if it wasn’t moments ago, Jaemin was the one balls deep in you and now you’re spewing enthusiasm for another man. It’s all a joke, a way for you to conceal your undying attraction for Jaemin.

You still remember the first time you met the sunshine that is Haechan and the jealousy that seeped from Jaemin’s words when he noticed the exchange of flirtation. Haechan is someone you’d knowingly gravitate towards: a man with a loud personality that just knows how to conduct every personality in the room. And at that moment, Jaemin couldn’t tell if being more observant was a good or bad thing.

Jaemin never saw himself as outgoing as his other friends, staying more kept in his own circle, but he had the confidence to fake it. He’s bold, rather impulsive and slightly narcissistic, Jaemin knows how to use his strengths very well.

However, when he saw the soft smirk on Haechan’s face and your shy mannerisms, a small tinge in his chest ignited a died out flame. He didn’t realize it before, but that was the very start of his long tumble of feelings for you.

“Do you say those things to purposefully get me jealous?” Jaemin rests his hand on your thigh, giving it a harsh squeeze. His eyes never leave the road and his tone reverts back to his dominant tone.

“Well, are you jealous?” It’s like you two dance in circles, answer questions with a question does not stop.

And as bratty as your tone is, you don’t expect the quick “yes” that answers back and the smoldering look he gives you briefly before focusing back on the drive.

“Then good.” You huff, ready to hop out of the car after the odd, yet sensual tension. Jaemin pulls up to your house and double parks the car to lean in for a nightly goodbye kiss.

“You’re not coming in?” You try to read his facial expressions, but he hides his emotions too perfectly.

His lips curl into a smile before saying, “I think it’s better I cool off tonight.” And you mindlessly give him a peck, but he holds your face to deepen it. Through the kiss, you can feel the neediness by the way Jaemin shoves his tongue into your mouth. The taste of lust against your palette is difficult to ignore, but your academically responsible mind screams at you about your forgotten quiz.

Your hand lightly taps at his chest and he pulls away, his eyes drinking up your swollen lips. “I have a quiz, Jaemin.”

“I know, sorry. It’s just so easy to get lost in you.” Jaemin kisses your cheek once more before you exit. You smile back at him as his words have grown a strong effect on you lately. Bidding him goodbye, he wishes you sweet dreams as he patiently makes sure you’re fully inside your house.

“Is the music too loud?” Jaemin checks over at your hunched figure in the passenger seat. You’re diligently flipping through your thick textbook, a yellow highlighter in one hand and the other comfortably holding Jaemin’s.

The worst part of college is the never ending midterms that are given at any time. Studying in his car isn’t a rare sight, if anything it is more expected than you not doing anything related to your academics. But Jaemin genuinely doesn’t mind, even being mindful about his own actions to ensure an optimal studying space for you.

He really is an ideal guy. Like his first promise, he keeps you well fed and never once asks you for any monetary pay back. Jaemin adjusts the car temperature before you even step into the vehicle, knowing that you prefer wearing less clothes rather than more. Though he isn’t academically responsible, he still makes the effort to try and understand enough information to pass his classes.

The sole flaw would be the lack of open communication. It’s genuinely difficult for you to read his emotions or intentions. Jaemin always has a dazed look in his eyes whenever he looks at you, and it’s an internal fight about whether or not you’re being delusional.

“Music is fine, honey.” The mindless use of a pet name slips from your lips, but your concentration on neoliberalism and globalization doesn’t allow for you to notice.

Nevertheless, Jaemin catches on immediately to the usage. While he showers you in ridiculous nicknames, you’re not one to do so. “Honey?”

“Yes?” You answer back carelessly, not entirely actively listening to him as you highlight an important concept in your book.

“No, you called me honey.”

Looking up from your page, you blink at him with wide eyes and mouth slightly agape. “I did?”

Jaemin chuckles and finally pulls into the overly crowded parking lot, a whole mass of fanboys cheering at the arrival of his flashy vehicle. Everyone just loves Jaemin.

This familiar scene plays like a reel --- several high beams cast light under the dark sky due to the lack of functioning street lamps, dizzy multicolored cars that blaze the tracks, and the all too distinct smell of musky cologne in the chilly air. Oh, and the wide eye admirable stares when you get out of the car.

“Hi, you’re stunning.” A bold new recruit blinks at you in complete awe and awkwardly clears his throat once he realizes his rash comment.

Jaemin raises an eyebrow at him, then at how you plan on handling the situation. You’re flattered, nonetheless, but know that Jaemin didn’t bring you here to flirt with other men. “Thank you. I hope you enjoy your membership in the Ridin’ Club.”

The gracefulness in your delicate voice has the youthful recruit swooning and subtly giddy as he runs off to join a group of others that have been eying you across the parking lot. Jaemin casually drapes his leather jacket over your exposed shoulders, knowing the temperature change is going to result in you most likely catching a cold and because you never bring a jacket despite his plea.

“The power you hold.” Jaemin winks at you before pulling you into a larger crowd to socialize with more impressionable recruits.

“Ah, so you’re (Y/N)!” The stranger is unrecognizable, but you giggle to acknowledge his confident statement. “We haven’t met before, but Jaemin was talking about you the other night at our motorcycle meet.”

Your eyes light up, as if you’ve unlocked a new fun fact of Na Jaemin. “You drive a motorcycle too?” You’re truly shocked at the talent of this man.

Jaemin snakes his arm around your lower waist to draw you closer to his side. “Yeah, but I can’t fuck you in a motorcycle, can I?”

Before the other men can comment on the obvious sexual tension that Jaemin created, he leans in to whisper into your ear. “Actually, I can, but we’ll save our decency from unwanted exposure.” His hot breath grazes against the shell of your ear and you just know where you two are going to end up tonight.

“Bro, you guys probably fuck in the backseat of his car.” One of them chimes recklessly, punching at each others’ chest playfully as if he made a decent joke.

“Why don’t you stay to find out?” Jaemin retorts and the grip on your hip becomes tighter. You’re too flustered to add much into this odd form of competitive banter, distracted by none other than the way Jaemin keeps glancing over at you with a delicious gleam in his eyes.

“So what? You don’t care about us now?” You’d know that bratty tone from anywhere as Lee Haechan pushes past everyone else to rush over to the both of you.

“Aw, are your feelings hurt?” Jaemin sticks his tongue out at his friend before cordially sharing a handshake with him.

“Just slightly.” Haechan looks over at you with a wide grin and playful eyes, “hello, my pretty girl.”

“Drop the possessives, Haechan.” Jaemin rolls his eyes with an irritable twitch on his lips.

He hates how obviously jealous he gets. It’s something too difficult for himself to control, he’s exhausted his efforts to bite his tongue whenever it comes to other people’s flirtations. The thought of someone else calling you theirs doesn’t sit well with him.

“I understand your jealousy, Jaem. If someone was flirting with (Y/N), I wouldn’t be able to stand it either.” Haechan fixes the falling jacket on your shoulders. “But she can handle herself, I know those pretty lips have a mind of their own.” His gaze drops momentarily, yet obvious enough for you to grow shy at how strong Haechan is coming off tonight.

“Stop trying to corrupt her, that’s my job.” Jaemin playfully pushes at Haechan’s chest and they both break out laughing.

“I haven’t said one thing and you’re both talking about me as if I’m not here.” Your small pout is literally the cutest thing to Jaemin. He physically has to stop himself from planting the sweetest kiss on it.

It’s blatantly clear that you’re hot stuff. You’re the perfect example of a head turner, your captivating aura has its ability to suffocate those around you. However, Jaemin has seen all sides of you, but overall finding you so entirely cute. And oddly enough, Jaemin has a knack for cute things.

“Is that (Y/N) I hear?” Huang Renjun engulfs you in a hug, showing clear affection and doesn’t mind doing so. “How did your project go?”

“It went well. You accomplish a lot when you don’t procrastinate.” Renjun gleams at your statement and if Jaemin is delusional enough, he’d probably mistaken the twinkle in his eyes for infatuation instead of admiration.

“You’re so responsible, why are you messing with Jaemin?” Renjun sighs and though his question is more of a joke, there is some truth behind his words.

Your friendship with his friends differ immensely compared to other girls who have come around. Like Jaemin had said before, his boys were going to like you and they do, a lot. Sometimes making it obvious that you’re too good for him.

Jeno comes up from the side, an unidentifiable bruise on his neck and a new cut on his brow. Lee Jeno being such a rough character, his appearance speaks well about how his day has been.

But when he lays his eyes on you, it’s as if all his pain is replaced with joy and security. “(Y/N)! I haven’t seen you in so long!” The enthusiastic boy rushes over to greet you with a warm smile.

“I’m pretty sure I was here a week ago.” You laugh, but welcome him in your arms for a tender friendly hug and pat his head out of habit.

“It’s been a week?! That’s so long.” Jeno narrows his eyes at Jaemin and flicks his forehead.

“Ow!” Jaemin exclaims while rubbing the pain away. “You act like she doesn’t go to the same school as us and therefore, can see her any time you want to.” The tone in Jaemin’s voice raises some eyebrows as they all exchange glances to each other before bursting into laughter.

“Like your jealous ass would allow for that?” Haechan remarks and Jaemin doesn’t outwardly react. However, Jaemin’s hand is squeezing you so tight that you’re more than certain he’s bothered by the comment.

“Oh, stop it. You all know I’m Team Jaemin. He does have the most wins this past month.” You only know that through Jaemin’s proud boasting, anything else in the racing world is unknown to you.

Jaemin situates you in between his legs as he slightly sits on the hood of his car. His arms wrap around your middle and chin rests on your shoulder. Public display of affection isn’t a problem for him, and you learned much earlier that Jaemin can’t keep his hands off of you.

Renjun scoffs at your whimsical fact, in absolute disbelief. “It hurts more hearing you say it. I’m getting my car upgraded, but once it’s done, I’m going to blaze his ass on the tracks.”

“Are you racing today?” Jeno asks the blue haired fellow that clings onto you like a koala.

“Yeah, against a newbie. Apparently he’s really good, so I’m not too sure I’ll win.” Jaemin mumbles into your hair.

“You say that every time, yet you win!” Renjun crosses his arms, weight shifting to his left leg as he pops his hip out. There is always a sense of competition between anyone with Renjun.

Jaemin perks up behind you and when you turn around in his arms, you’re face to face with a beaming smile. “That’s because I have you.” Eyes lock with yours, he isn’t saying that directed to Renjun. Na Jaemin has you wrapped around his pinky, the butterflies fluttering in your stomach are too hard to ignore.

“Alright, lovebirds. Get in your car and let’s start this shit.” Haechan groans and claps his hands to draw the crowd’s attention. Cupping them around his mouth, he roars into the starry night, “let’s roll!”

During the race, Jaemin’s number one priority is to keep you safe. While you’ve sat in his car for a number of times now, it’s different once the loud bang goes off and he’s hitting 100 mph. Tonight’s track is much more dangerous, with twists and turns that can have the vehicle flying weightlessly if he’s not careful.

“You trust me, right?” Jaemin has both hands on the wheel and the engine rumbling as you both anticipate the start of the race.

Spectators watch on the sidelines as if it’s the ultimate battle, but Jaemin doesn’t pay them much mind. He’s more concerned about you instead. “Of course. If I didn’t, I wouldn’t be sitting here right now. You’ve proven yourself that you’re an excellent driver, so let’s win this.”

Jaemin smirks at your encouraging words, feeling a warmth spread across his chest. “I’ll tap out any time you want me to, okay?”

You nod and the initial whip of the car is so intense that you didn’t even register the sound off. It’s not your first race, but it’s been awhile since the last one. When you adjust to the pressure, the lanes in front of you cause a slight queasiness in your stomach.

It’s a two lane windy road that wraps around the mountain side and Jaemin happens to be in the outer lane. All it takes is a second of lost control and you two will hit the metal railings that guard the cliff below. Despite your inner panic, Jaemin guides you through the pooling anxiety that leaves you restless.

“(Y/N), look up and out the window. We’re coming up on the cliff side view, I’ve always wanted to bring you here.” Your eyes land on the dazzling glitter that dances on the ripples of the lake. It’s so vast, the moon high up in the sky is reflected on the water below. It’s a romantic scene of melancholy and bliss. Suddenly, you feel at peace in the middle of this high speed race.

“It’s beautiful, Jaem.” You whisper calmly and he’d reach for your hand to hold, but races take too much wheel control. And he’d turn to look at you, but races take too much concentration on the road ahead.

But throughout every obstacle, he hears the gentleness and the solidarity in your cadence in the midst of all the high stress. He, too, feels peace. He feels calm knowing that you’re simply by his side, even in the face of danger. So, he can finally admit to himself… he genuinely developed feelings for you.

Before you know it, you’re thrusted side to side from the sharp turns and the adrenaline kicks in when the other racer catches up right next to Jaemin. “Fuck,” Jaemin curses underneath his breath and steps harshly on the acceleration. “Baby, I’m going to go a bit faster so hold onto something.” He warns and your hand finds the grab handle. It’s neck and neck at this point.

Usually, you squeeze your eyes shut to avoid becoming too overwhelmed by the sights in front of you. Tonight is different, not entirely knowing why, you’re observing every element that circles around the perimeter.

The finish line is up ahead, but there is no sign that the other racer is slowing down. Then, you see it: the fatal mistake that can cost you both of your lives if you didn’t catch it. “Jaemin, watch out!” You yelp when the other car inches dangerously close, your warning allows Jaemin to make a controlled swerve away from a possible hit.

Jaemin shakes his head and tsks at the recklessness. “Now I know why he’s good. It’s foul play.” He blows his bang out of his eyes and casually says, “thank you for warning me. This is why I need you by my side.”

He makes it to the finish line barely before the other, winning the race by half a second. Jaemin brakes smoothly, tire marks scrapping the concrete below, and you both exit the car to celebrate with everyone else.

But before the mass of eager shouting men make their way over to you two, Jaemin hurries to your side to pull you into a steamy, rewarding kiss. The scene is just like the movies; his hand on your lower back and yours on his chest lightly. His lips taste like triumph, like he had won more than just a simple race against a random stranger. He’s won the best person he could ever have.

You two fled the scene after cussing out the other racer. It was a rare sight to see: Jaemin being all bothered and angry, practically fuming after scrambling back into the driver’s seat. However, your mind had mischievous plans of its own and all it took was one look from his hooded eyes for you to announce that you wanted him --- badly.

Back in your usual abandoned parking lot, Jaemin pauses before following you to the back seats. With the engine off and the dead of the night being absolute silent, the tension remains thick around you two. “(Y/N),” Jaemin is about to confess something he never thought he’d admit. He turns to you sitting in the middle seat with just your panties on and a curious look on your face.

His heart burns and despite being so incredibly aroused, he controls his urges enough to be able to say, “I’m into you.”

“I know you’re into me, that’s how we ended up like this in the first place.” You giggle cluelessly to his words, still not understanding the odd shift in mood and intentions. It’s always his unclear, messy intentions.

Though he can’t entirely figure out his puzzle pieces, he has plenty to connect the dots. “I like you. I want to be in a relationship with you and call you my girlfriend.”

You’re stunned. Did Jaemin just confess to you as you sit in your panties ready to fuck? This softness is different from the sides you’ve seen of him. It’s similar to a lost bunny, wandering grasslands to find a purpose. He looks so fragile, one intense stare and he’d crumble. This softness is vulnerability.

“So do it.” The boldness catches him off guard, but switches on the dominance in him. “If you want me, come show it.”

He climbs over the middle console to push you into the leather seats. “Not acting shy anymore, are you?” Practically ripping your shirt off of you, he cups your breast lightly and flicks at your nipples. Your immediate reaction results in a rush of wetness down your core.

“Before I forget,” sitting up, you share a passionate kiss that you’ve held back long enough. You give it every ounce of feeling you have for him. “If it isn’t obvious enough, I like you too.”

“It’s obvious, baby.” Kissing your nose, he wraps a hand around your throat to lightly push you back down. “But hearing you say it out loud makes me happy.” Jaemin smirks, hand still choking you gently and pampering your jawline with soft kisses.

His free hand reaches down into your dripping panties, circling your clit with your wetness. The sensation causes you to whimper for more. “Daddy, give it to me.” You wiggle in his palm, knowing that the nickname is more than effective.

“My sweet (Y/N) wants to get fucked?” Jaemin rolls your underwear off and rids himself of his own bottoms.

“Yes, please.” Through the darkness, his hard dick stands proudly. Jaemin lines himself up as he thrusts into you without another second of hesitation. He waits for you to adjust to his size, his tip barely grazing your sweet spot. “Fuck…”

“You take me so well, my pretty baby.” Jaemin starts moving his hips, slowly at first to build a rhythm. Taking your legs, he presses them into your chest to fuck you at a deeper angle. And you feel him practically in your guts, his cock pumping against your walls deliciously and bumping into your g-spot. “Do you want more of me?”

Your train of thought is in utter shambles and whatever Jaemin is saying to you barely processes. You’re overwhelmed by a pleasure that fills every system, every part of your body. To answer him, you let out an incoherent noise of approval.

Jaemin pulls your hips down while thrusting forward into you, maximizing every inch of his strokes. This single action causes you to scream and grip onto the headrest. “Who knew my sweet girl could be so fucking dirty?” Jaemin chuckles darkly, his cadence dropping several decibels. “When I first met you, I wanted to ruin you.”

All of his filthy words edge you closer to your release as he continues to repeat his previous motion. He holds your hips in place to grind into you, the feeling of his tip rubbing your walls has your eyes rolling back. “Do you want to cum, (Y/N)?”

“Yes!” You yell, the tight ball in your lower abdomen is bound to break any minute. “I want to cum so badly, please.” You beg and moan, the arch in your back lifts you from the seat of the car. Jaemin snaps his hips into you, drilling you quickly to reach your high. And you break. An euphoric cry fills the air as your walls clench around his length. You hear the extra wetness create a slick noise, but Jaemin isn’t done with you yet.

“You wanted to cum so fucking badly. I’ll reward you with one more for being such a good girl for me.” His thumb flicks at your clit and you convulse into spasms from the sensitivity. Your violently shaking legs can’t hold themselves up anymore and Jaemin rests them on his shoulders. He lines kisses along your ankle as the pleasure overtakes you.

“I don’t think I can do it.” You whine, your fingers twisting and toes curling.

“You are going to try, okay baby?” He coos, but it’s most definitely a demand. He sits back on his knees to pick up more speed, fucking endlessly into your swollen pussy and thumb rubbing fast strips against your bud.

“I’m going to snap, Jaem.” You cry, tears rimming your eyes and before you know it, a second wave hits you. Your second orgasm is ruinous and has you squirming around to regain some sense of control.

“Oh fuck, you’re so beautiful.” Jaemin slows down as your walls grip around him again, tighter this time. “I’m going to fill you up with cum,--- watch it drip out of you.” He grunts while releasing into you, his dick twitching and spraying your insides with white.

He pulls out as hot, white cum spills from your pussy. You take this moment to catch your breath and relax your legs. However, Jaemin coats his two fingers and shoves the cum back into you. “Jaemin!” You exclaim at the sudden intrusion.

He curls them into your plushy walls and finger fucks you into another oblivion. “Wait, again?” Your hands wrap around his wrist, but Jaemin moves too fast for you to catch it.

You’re a moaning mess again, louder than before. Jaemin leans down and flicks his tongue against your overstimulated bundle of nerves. Your back arches automatically and a low animalistic scream rises from your throat.

He observes your body lines underneath the moonlight and the last remaining light the broken street lamps have to offer. Your face contours and you’re so far out into ecstasy that you don’t notice how intensely Jaemin watches you lose yourself.

“It feels too good!” With one last thrilling orgasm, you almost pass out and you see small stars of dizziness. He soaks up every last bit of your cathartic reaction and festers a small sense of pride that he can make you feel all this pleasure.

“Such a good girl. You’re beyond impressive, baby.” Jaemin pulls his fingers out to lick them clean and finds some wipes to help you out of your sticky situation.

“Now that you’re my girlfriend, can we cuddle at any time now? Not just as after care.” He peers up at you and the one word enacts a burning warmth to spread across your chest. That is the best nickname he can call you by.

“I think the Singles Girls Only house event is still going on, but after that, yes a million times.” You laugh and wrap your arms around him into a big loving hug.

Jaemin feels right at home. All the long years of living carelessly and wild, he’s finally found someone worth the extra mile. While Jaemin was a thriving adventure to be explored, you were his comfort to run back to.

It is through the intimacy of your backseat chronicles that Jaemin was able to fall deeper for you. You’re his lucky charm, for some reason, he always feels better around you.

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MINORS DO NOT INTERACT

Characters: Steve Rogers x woc!reader

Summary: pure filth on steve’s birthday, where he drops the boy scout act and gets creative with discipline | Part two

Word Count: 3k+

Warnings: pure filth, choking, degrading language, breath play, oral (male r), rough sex, unprotected sex (yall better make them wrap those willies in real life ladies), spanking, praise kink, power dynamics at play (he’s the superior officer), mean!steve, steve be cursing in this.

A/N: i have no excuses for this and no regrets. please excuse any typos or errors. and the divider are by @firefly-graphics

DO NOT repost or translate my work anywhere. Reblogs are always welcome, and let me know that you enjoy my fics.

It was his birthday and he’s been sent out on a mission with perhaps one of the most willful women he’s ever had to deal with in his life. For example, his order for you to keep it quiet and stealth for as long as possible is disregarded when you choose to brawl with the bad guys versus sneak around them. Steve was pissed, not only had you disregarded his orders you had put yourself in unnecessary danger and while you were serving under him you were his responsibility. He was at the end of his rope, and the fact that this was how he was having to spend what should have been a day for him to celebrate however he saw fit? Yeah, Steven Grant Rogers was done playing nice. If you were going to act like you had no respect for him, then he’d return the favor and see how much you enjoyed it.

“Y/N!” He barked the second you were both alone after the debriefing. The room was empty except for you two, and he could already tell from your posture that you were about to shoot at the mouth the first chance you got. “What the hell was that today?” He questioned, and your eyes were already rolling as you shrugged indifferently.

“That was me getting the mission over and done with. I don’t know what you’re trippin about, but I have plans tonight so can whatever this is wait until another day?” It was a rhetorical question, and you were already turning on your heel to leave the room so you could meet up with your friends for some after mission drinks. What you didn’t expect was for Steve to close the distance between you two faster than you could blink. The strong hand gripping at the back of your neck had you sucking in a breath that was promptly knocked out of you when he pulled you back against his solid chest. Jesus the man felt like he was a solid wall of muscle and even though you knew it shouldn’t just the thought of being that close to him had you clenching. You could feel his fingers flexing as they slid from the back of your neck to the front, squeezing tight enough to keep you quiet when your mouth opened to protest.

“Now normally I would just chalk it up to you being young and headstrong, but we’ve had this conversation one too many times for it to just be that.” His fingers flexed again, and you were very aware of the heat flooding your body, and the slick that was beginning to coat your folds under the uniform you still wore. “Clearly I’m going to have to get creative so you learn to fucking listen.” His words had you breathing a little heavier, brow furrowed in confusion at where this energy had come from. Sure Steve had given you an earful before, and your stubbornness had led to you two going back and forth before he threatened to have you put on the inactive roster until you learned to be a team player. That usually made you act right for a couple missions before you were back on your bullshit. This wasn’t that, this was him fed up and finally having enough of you not listening to his orders. It probably shouldn’t have turned you on or excited you that you’d managed to crack the boy scout veneer and push him to this point, but God you could feel how wet you were, and how your pulse raced through your veins.

As for Steve, he knew he was toeing a very dangerous line. It was a calculated risk, he knew all about your being attracted to him. He’d overheard gossip that he had been prepared to ignore, he’d caught the inappropriate comments from time to time that you and your friends made when you all thought he was out of ear shot. Clearly none of you knew just how enhanced his senses were due to the super soldier serum. It was something he should have put a stop to after the first time he overheard it, but instead he let it continue. The attraction between you two is mutual regardless of how much you aggravated him and pissed him off with your behavior. If it wasn’t for that he’d have just had you removed from the team and replaced with someone that didn’t raise his blood pressure on a near daily basis.

“You aren’t allowed to do this.” You croaked out, your hands grabbing at his forearm as if you had the strength to pry his hand down. You knew you didn’t and you honestly didn’t want him to stop. Steve only laughed darkly against the shell of your ear, lifting you by the hand he had gripped around your throat until you were forced to stand and teeter against your tiptoes.

“I can do whatever the fuck I want with you. I’m the Captain here.” He knew that the title didn’t mean that at all but he pulled rank regardless, smirking at the desperate sounds leaving you as you tried to keep your precarious balance while Steve held you up by the throat. God why was this getting to you the way it was, you were so wet that your arousal had ruined your panties by that point and it was only getting worse the restrictive hold he had on you left your lungs burning for air. It was just when you were sure that he was going to keep you there just like that until you passed out, Steve released you and let your body crumple to the ground unceremoniously. Your knees hit the ground hard, but the pain didn’t register as you sucked in air and coughed as tears burned in your eyes. Looking up at him you couldn’t help but notice the bulge hiding behind the deep blue of his uniform. Steve noticed where your gaze had gone, and it had his cock throbbing as he reached a large hand down to palm himself right in front of your face. That had you looking up at him in disbelief, still shocked that the man you had been lusting after all this time was proving to be far more of a deviant than he had let on.

“Don’t give me that look, you’ve been pushing my buttons since day one. This has been a long time coming, and I’m just giving you what you deserve.” His words struck a chord in you, and you could feel your mouth forming into a pout as you angrily wiped the tears from your eyes as you glared up at the man. “That’s cute, real cute.” He leaned down, hand flashing out and snatching you by your jaw tightly as he glared back at you far more intensely. “Fix your fucking face or I’ll fix it for you.” He warned, and despite knowing better the brat in you still wanted to put up a fight. That got a nod from Steve as he straightened up, hands quickly undoing his pants and freeing his cock.

It hung heavy between his legs, a stark contrast to the deep blue of his pants. Just the sight of him had a small whimper involuntarily leaving your lips. You knew the serum enhanced a lot of things, but you weren’t expecting him to be so….so big! “Huh...look at that. One look at my cock and suddenly you got no attitude left for me?” He was mocking you, a hand stroking his thick rod, while the other tangled in your hair and yanked you close enough that you had to crane your head back to keep his face in sight. “I’ll give you two choices. You agree to make it up to me for stressing me out, and on my birthday no less,” He told you. Head shaking in slight faux disappointment. “Or you can tell me to stop and I’ll let you go, but I’ll be recommending you be taken off of active duty.” Your eyes went wide at that, you knew that if Steve put in that recommendation you’d be as good as benched unless a world ending threat appeared. It was a dirty trick for him to play and he knew it. You might have been difficult and didn’t follow orders like you should, but you did enjoy what you did. You enjoyed what you did, you enjoyed helping people and you enjoyed the excitement and thrill that came with the job. You didn’t want to give that up.

“I’ll make it up to you, sir.” The words rushed out of you, face hot as you tried to focus on anything except how empty you felt in the moment. Focusing on Steve’s features it was clear that your answer was the one he was hoping for, and without warning he was pushing his cock past your lips and ordering you to suck it with a firm warning about what would happen if you got any dumb ideas about biting him. You didn’t, choosing to try and do a good job at this in hopes that Steve would call it even when you were done.

“That’s it, I knew you could be a good girl for me.” He praised you, but then in the same breath his next words had you feeling degrading. “Brats like you just need a firm hand, don’t they?” The praise and degradation had a strange effect on you, the combination making you feel both good and ashamed all at the same time. Both feelings sent arousal shooting straight to your clenching pussy as you did your best to work your mouth along the man’s hefty cock until Steve decided that he needed more. “Relax, relax for me.” He ordered softly, a large palm moving to cradle the back of your head to keep you in place as he began to thrust in and out of your mouth. Steve pushed deeper than you had been going previously, breaching your throat and triggering your gag reflex as he pushed himself deep and relished the feeling of you choking around him. Your hands flew up to grip against his strong thighs, desperate sounds escaping you in between the loud, wet sounds of your throat literally being fucked like it was just another hole meant for his cock. Relaxing was easier said than done, and you couldn’t help but struggle to take him in your throat as you squirmed on your knees as the sound of Steve’s grunts and groans filled your ears.

“Hey, keep your eyes up here.” He commanded when he noticed that your eyes had clenched shut. “I want to see those tears on your pretty face, show me how sorry you are for being a disrespectful little bitch all this time.” Your eyes flashed open, tears springing forth as you looked up at him pleading with your gaze for him to pull out so you could catch a breath. He didn’t, instead he just grinned down at you, wolfish and dangerous as he continued to snap his hips forward against your mouth not caring that there was a puddle of drool on the cold tile under you, or that he was making an absolute mess of you. Steve didn’t pull out of your mouth until he’d finally reached his end and had coated your tongue with his seed. “Swallow.” He ordered and you struggled to do so, but managed it afraid of what might happen if he saw that you spilled a drop. Again you sputtered, coughing and sucking in air as your shaky hands moved to wipe at your mouth to try and clean yourself up some.

Steve said nothing for a moment, tucking himself back into his uniform and simply watching as you tried to put yourself back together again. He was testing you, waiting to see if you’d move from the spot where you knelt on your own or if you'd wait for an order first. You chose the latter, earning a soft pat to the head for your silent obedience. “You have thirty minutes to go gather your things and meet me out front. Every minute you’re late is another minute that you’ll be over my knee when I get you back to my place.” You still didn’t move, and Steve raised a brow. “Time's ticking. Go.”

It actually took you forty minutes to shower, change, get your things, and make it out of the building. The whole time you questioned just what the fuck you were doing, why were you letting this man get away with any of this. Then each time you moved you were reminded of how soaked and ruined your panties were with the slick arousal that had coated your folds and now your thighs as a result of Steve’s treatment of you.

True to his word you spent the ten extra minutes it took for you to make it out of the building over his knee. His hand had been the instrument of choice, and he’d made sure to pace himself so that the spanking was just intense enough to leave you squirming across his lap, and your face damp with tears.

Now he was carrying you to his bed, all but ripping your clothes from your body to leave you bare while he stood there admiring the sight of you while he remained fully dressed. His eyes raked over every curve, and his tongue darting out to wet his lips as his gaze landed on the thickness of your thighs and he was reminded of the prize between them.

“Steve—” He gripped your chin and angled your face up to his so you could meet his hard gaze.

“It’s either Captain, or Sir.” He corrected, and that had you setting your jaw with a huff. A rush of stubbornness taking over as you jerked back from him.

“Steve, why are you doing this?” You pressed on, part of you knowing that you were just making it worse for yourself, but if he was going to take months of frustration out on you then you couldn’t see what further damage could possibly be done. Steve just gave a dark chuckle that had your blood pumping in your veins.

“Because fucking you, teaching you a lesson, and correcting your horrible attitude are what I want for my birthday.” He was stripping out of his clothes as he spoke, and the more of him you saw the drier your mouth felt. He was impressive fully dressed, but seeing him stalking towards you in all his naked glory nearly had you trembling. “Don’t act like you don’t want me, you’re fucking soaked. Probably have been since I fucked your throat.” He had you dead to rights there, but you refused to confirm or deny it. Not even when his fingers pushed into your soaked pussy and drew a loud gasp out of you. “And don’t think I don’t know all about all the disgusting fucking things you say about me to your friends.” Now that had you snapping back to attention, and just in time to catch the snide smirk on the man’s face as he began mocking you and repeating verbatim a few of the things you’d said thinking he was out of earshot.

“Don’t worry, we’re both going to get what we want by the time I’m done with you.” He said, tone still mocking as you began to writhe and squirm against the bed as his fingers continued to drag in and out of your tight channel until he had you right at the edge. Then he stopped, denying you the satisfaction of your climax. Steve ignored your groans and protests, only choosing to flip you over onto your stomach and raise your hips into the air so that he could press in behind you. No warning came before he pushed the swollen blunt tip of his cock into your tight pussy, walls instantly clenching like a vise around him to the point that it had him groaning loudly “Damn, I knew you’d be tight but this is too fucking good.” His voice was strained, eyes closed for a moment as he gripped your hips hard enough to bruise as he began to snap his hips forward. Each thrust was hard and deep, his strokes deliberate and purposeful as he made sure to sink himself inside you as much as possible in the position he currently had you in. You clenched tighter each time his hips would smack against your ass, the flesh still tender and raw from the earlier spanking and it only pushed you closer to the edge yet again.

When Steve was sure that you were close he stilled his hips, smirking as you cursed and tried desperately to move yourself against only to find that he was quite literally using his hands to hold your hips in place. “You want to cum then you better start begging. That’s the only way you're going to earn it.”

“Please, please Steve let me cum. Please!” You were begging in an instant, but you weren’t saying what you knew he wanted to hear and that earned you a hard pull of your hair as he forced your head up from his mattress. It had your back arching even more, allowing Steve to sink in even deeper as you whined and let out a needy sob.

“Try again, and you better get it right or I’ll leave your bratty ass just like this.” He leaned over you, growling the next words into your ear. “And I’ll tie you to the bed so you can’t get any relief on your own.”

“Please Captain, please...I-I’m sorry Sir. I’ll behave, I’ll be good. Just let me cum please.” He didn’t say anything, simply keeping the tight hold of your hair as he began to snap his hips forward again, fucking into you even harder. This time he didn’t stop, letting you reach your climax with a scream and sobs of pleasure. And he didn’t stop then either, keeping that same pace for nearly an hour and forcing orgasm after orgasm out of you until you were begging him to let you have a break, and begging for him to cum and end your punishment.

That night you learned just a fraction of how much stamina a super soldier possessed, and by the time the sun had set and the fireworks were going off in the distance, Steve had you pliant and exhausted. More importantly he had you willing to act right for him, no more challenging his orders and giving him just what he wanted...at least for the foreseeable future.

#steve rogers x woc!reader #steve rogers x black!reader #steve rogers x reader #steve rogers x woc #steve rogers fanfiction #trilla writes #woc!reader #black!reader #steve rogers fic

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ichigoromi · 2 years

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Hey ro i know your doing your assignment but when have free time can do msby(separately please) when yall cats start fighting

https://vm.tiktok.com/TTPdh4f6pW/

Please dont rush to do i can wait<3

hihihi! thank you for requesting! this is such a funny idea!

Pairing (s): Meian Shugo, Inunaki Shion, Bokuto Kōtarō, Sakusa Kiyoomi x fem reader! (she/her)

Genre: fluff

Warning (s): just little cats fighting among each other, no animals were harmed in the making of this headcanon!

a/n - hi, sorry for the lateeeeee reply. I was going through some family issues and I just chose a couple of the MSBY players for this, hope you don't mind! hehehe although I'm more of a dog person, I had a lot of fun writing this!

Enjoy!

Meian Shugo

Meian is your hot neighbour that recently moved next to your unit.

While you were bringing your cats out for a short walk at the nearby park, you found out that he has cats too, and they are adorable.

Since he is a busy volleyball player, you never really talk to him other than when he first introduces himself as your new neighbour.

But, your new neighbour is just really hot.

When your mother came to your apartment to drop off some side dishes that she made, she bumped into Meian, who was taking out his trash.

My oh my, your mother was smitten with Meian.

One day, you were busy carrying your grocery into your home, and with the door left ajar, your cat, Kiko, decided to sneak out.

Meian's cat ran out too while he was taking out the trash.

And the most ridiculous thing happened.

You heard Kiko screeching, and without a thought, you ran out of your apartment, thinking of the worst.

Kiko was having a screeching fight with your hot neighbour's cat. Neither of them was giving up, and it was dangerous to grab Kiko as she might just claw at you. Hearing the cats screeching, Meian came running and gaped at the confusing sight in front of him.

"Kiko, stop doing that! Come here! I got a snack for you~!" As if both the cats sniffed the delicious snack that you were holding, both of them stopped screeching and leapt towards you.

These cats are healthy and well-fed and definitely do not weigh light.

You shut your eyes, expected to meet the cold hard floor of the hallway, but you didn't.

Instead, you felt the warm and broad chest of your neighbour, Meian.

"I'm so sorry!" You quickly apologised and tried to get up, but the two cats were still clutching tightly to you and won't let go of you. You fell back onto him.

He lets out a light chuckle and proceeds to lift you, who was holding the two cats up.

"Let me take him away. I'm sorry for the inconvenience caused by my boy, Ren, here." You could not let a word out since you were kind of checking him out.

Kiko won't stop whining in your arms, so did Ren.

You looked at Meian, and you two shared a knowing look.

"I guess...we should get to know each other better...ya know, as in-laws?" He awkwardly flirts; this 6'5 ft volleyball player can get cute too.

"I think we need to set a date to get to know each other better and let these have their dates too."

That was your boldest flirting move, and you hope he accepts it.

"Does next Friday work?"

With a smile, you nodded your head.

"I'll see you then!"

"I'll let him out and introduce h

He is definitely a cat person and a dog person.

All animals like him, and you like him too. You two have been dating for about two years now.

Recently, you both adopted kittens separately.

And today was the first time you brought your kitten over to his house for a playdate and for date night too.

Since he has been so busy and finally got some free time to spend with his pets and his lovely girlfriend.

You made sure you packed everything you needed before walking over to his apartment.

Yeap, because his apartment was just two levels below you.

You two started out as neighbours and somehow became lovers.

Inunaki has been waiting for ages for you to show up with your kitten. He cleaned his apartment and even prepared a lovely dinner for you two to share while letting your kittens get acquainted.

When he heard the doorbell ring, he jogged to get the door for you.

"Oh my, two cuties showed up at my house!" He greets you eagerly with a kiss on the lips and softly strokes your kitten's chin.

After the greetings, you let your kitten out of the carrier.

As soon as you get the kitten out, she ran towards Inunaki's kitten. They sniffed each other and soon engaged in a full out fight.

Before you two could pull them away, Inunaki's golden retriever and Siberian cat pull the two apart.

It seems like the two kittens were getting lectured by the mama cat and the golden retriever uncle just watching by the side.

Inunaki wraps his arm around your waist and kisses the side of your head.

"Shall we move in together? Look at our pets, they already are acting like a family." He subtly hints while slowly moving to hug you from the back.

You felt his chin leaning on your shoulder and moving you side to side.

"Come on~, let's move in together~! Hmm, babe? Isn't that nice? It's like practice before we get married! We can save rent too!" He was pouting now, trying to convince you.

"Shion, you paid for this apartment, I'm the one that is paying rent for my apartment. Are you sure? Moving in together is a big decision." You turned around and cups his face.

He nods determinedly.

"I want to. We have been together for three years, and I think it's time." Inunaki was really serious about it, and you lean up to kiss him on the lips.

"Okay, I'll move in, but we have to do a little redesign of your apartment...to make it more pet-friendly."

Bokuto Kōtarō

Bokuto is a fellow volunteer at the local animal shelter with you.

You have been volunteering at this animal shelter since high school, as you were aspiring to become a veterinarian.

Now, you are still in school, studying to become a veterinarian and met Bokuto when he moved from Tokyo to Osaka and was looking for something to do in his free time.

You were tasked to guide Bokuto since you were the same age as him, and at first, you did not get along with him.

Mainly because you don't get along with most humans at all.

But somehow, through Bokuto's persistence, you two became good friends that go for lunch after volunteering.

You send him back home after having lunch since he can't drive, and it was on your way too.

Today, you guys have a litter of new kittens coming in, and Bokuto was tasked to bring them in and make them comfortable.

You were feeding the dogs, where you heard some commotion where Bokuto was at.

Since you were the closest to Bokuto, you quickly fed the dogs and shut their cages before running to where he was.

And it was a mess.

Bokuto was trying to separate the kitten from fighting an older cat, and you knew something terrible would happen from the way he was separating them. You attempted to intercept, but Bokuto shook his head, trying to get you to back off.

But you were not going to listen to him.

"Hey, it's okay. Come here; it's going to be okay." It was as if the angered cat understood your words; it jumped off Bokuto and into your arms.

You put the cat away in a separate cage and swoop the kittens to another.

After settling them into different cages and getting another staff to check on them, you went to check on Bokuto.

"You're scratched up! I need to clean your wounds and send you to the hospital! Follow me!" Bokuto has never seen you this frantic before.

You were always calm, aloof, and never showed an ounce of emotion unless in front of animals.

Now, you were worrying about him and pulling him into the office and fumbling through to look for the first aid kit.

It kinda feels nice for him that someone is looking after him.

"Bokuto-san? Does it hurt? Am I doing too roughly? Sorry, I've only done this for animals..." He winced a little but put on a big smile.

"It's nothing! I can bear a little bit of pain." But you were frowning and focused on cleaning his wounds. A million thoughts were going through your mind, and you unconsciously blew on his wound as you applied the ointment on him.

Once you were done, you informed the volunteer group leader that you were going to bring Bokuto to the hospital to check on his injuries.

"What are ya grinnin' at? Is that funny to see me worried?" He shook his head and tries to hide his big smile.

"Nothing. It's kind of nice for you to take care of me." You let out a cough, trying to hide your shyness.

"What are you spluttering about?! J-Just take a nap first!" Seeing how flustered you were by him, he decided that it was best to not tease you anymore.

At least, there is some advancement in your relationship and hopefully fewer cat fights in the near future.

Sakusa Kiyoomi

Since you don't really keep up with sports news, unlike your younger brother and father, who are avid volleyball fans.

You did not know who the hell Sakusa Kiyoomi was.

It was rumoured that someone mysterious had moved in and nobody really knew who was it.

Your younger brother was supposed to walk the dog today, but he has to 'finish' up his assignments, so you took your dogs and your pretty little cat down for a walk.

Even though you have a cat, you're not really a cat person.

Well, your cat doesn't even like you too.

At least your cat listens to you.

Like any other day, you walked them around the apartment complex, which was really big.

Then your cat decided that today was the day she did not want to listen to you and jumped out of your arms without warning.

"Yuki! Stop running!"

And she decides to pick a fight with the stray cat loitering around the building facilities.

As you were panicking, someone else walking by saw your cat fighting with another. He took a deep breath and tried to separate the two cats but got scratched by Yuki. You rushed to them immediately.

"I'm sorry! I didn't know she was going to fight with the stray...OH MY GOSH! You're injured because of me! Follow me!" Without even giving the stranger a second to agree, you lead him back to your home, with him holding Yuki in his arms and your dogs following you obediently.

When you brought the stranger in, your brother and father's jaws went slack, and they looked as if they just saw a ghost.

You rolled your eyes at their reaction and sat him down at the dining table.

"Wait here a little bit; I'll go get the first aid kit."

Of course, your brother and father are freaking out. Because you just brought in Sakusa Kiyoomi from MSBY Black Jackals.

"Can you make some tea for our guest? He just saved Yuki from getting attacked." You motioned your younger brother to make tea for Sakusa.

Without complaining, he gets up from his seat and quickly heads into the kitchen to make the tea for his idol.

"Hmm, it's just some scratches, but you need to go get it checked out at the hospital tomorrow, okay? I'll clean you up and bandage your injuries. Please give the receptionist my name when you register."

This was Sakusa's first time that someone didn't recognise him, not that he is complaining but this situation was a bit amusing to him.

You're a medical resident, that's why you were able to clean his wounds and bandaged him up neatly.

"All done. Do you feel uncomfortable?" He shook his head and checked out the wounds that you have cleaned up for him.

"Oh, yeah. What's your name? I'm y/n."

"I'm Sakusa Kiyoomi, hope we can become good neighbours."

I hope you enjoyed this request! I'm feeling okay but not okay? I'm just trying to move on but I hope you like this!

Stay safe and healthy!

With love,

Rosalie🍓

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technowoah · 3 years

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if you're taking asks for the prompts, can you do 11 and 17 from the angst list with george but have a fluffy ending? she/her pronouns pls

I Can Make It Right

SHSJS I HAVE SO MUCH ANGST IN MY INBOX YALL!

Thanks for the request babe! The way it came out was gender neutral i dont think I user she/her, but it still works trust me!

George x reader imagine (established)

11) "It's not important apparently"

17) "You already made me feel like shit so might as well finish me off"

⚠︎ angst with happy ending, unresolved issue but they're gonna fix it dont worry 😌, angry George, swearing

*** = flashback

Masterlist

You had stood infront of your bathroom mirror finishing up your makeup for the night. Your hair was already done and you had a nice outfit on, not to fancy and not too comfortable. While listening to a playlist George had made for you, you had put down the brushes you were using. It didnt really matter if you cleaned up your makeup that was littered all over the sink right now, but right now you were feeling good.

Today was your and George's 3rd year anniversary and you couldn't be happier about it. Today you two were going to dinner and doing something else which was supposed to be a surprise for you. It was a night on the town.

George and you met 4 years ago actually. You two started out as acquaintances, the slowly grew into friends and then one day he asked you to join him to dinner. At first you were oblivious to his actions, thinking he was just being a good friend, but turns out the more dates you two went on the more you caught on. He officially asked you to be his girlfriend 3 years ago today.

His friends keep on pressuring George to propose already, they think it's been long enough. The only thing close to marriage is a promise ring. He put the ring on your finger as a promise that one day he would marry you, everytime you doubt that he will propose you turn your attention to the cute ring on your finger.

You had turned off the bedroom lights and sat on your bed finally relaxing after struggling to find a decent enough outfit for tonight. George said that he was going to pick you up around 6:00 and now it is 5:47 so you had some time to spare.

You had found yourself scrolling through tiktok because you had nothing else better to do at this moment. It was a guilty pleasure of yours even though you and george both joked around about hating tiktok.

Time began to tick away so you had checked the clock on your phone which said 5:57 pm. You had grabbed shoes that you set up against your bed, slipped them on and grabbed all of your belongings for the night. You stationed yourself in the living room waiting till George came to the door.

Nervousness always came up before a date, it was the anticipation actually. You were excited and nervous about the date as you always were, but today for you was special. It was three years worth of beautiful love. You remembered the time he first said I love you too, it was just like it was yesterday.

***

"Hey y/n." George looked towards you. You both were sitting on a plaid, plush blanket with a brown woven basket ontop in between you two. It was just like the movies and that why you cringed because of how cheesy it was when George led you to it.

It was sweet, it was extremely sweet and you loved these dates that George always brung you too. You always felt special when you are sitting next to him.

You responded to George. "Yeah Gogy?" You laughed at the use of his nickname.

"Im trying to be serious right now and you call me Gogy." George smiled and shook his head. "Anyways, you know I love you, right?"

"Of course I do-"

"No I love you. I mean. I'm in love with you." George reached to rest his hand ontop of yours and repeated himself. "I'm in live with you y/n."

You wasted no time answering. "Im in love with you too."

***

6:03

George didnt show up yet, but there was no sweat. He was only 3 minutes late, maybe he ran into traffick. Your stomach was rumbling, but you didnt want to eat yet since you two we're planning to go to dinner. Patience is key, and it wasnt like he wasn't late before.

6:10

You started to get worried, it's been 10 minutes and still no sign of your boyfriend. You had gotton up several times to check outside of your door only to be met with no one. Your mind was jumping to conclusions about if he forgot your anniversary, but you shut those thoughts out for the time being.

6:19

Okay this is getting out of hand. You brung out our phone and began to text George, you couldn't believe that you had waited this long before texting the man.

Where are you? Ive been waiting for 29 minutes?!

[Sent: 6:20pm]

George what are you doing?

[Sent: 6:20pm]

You awaited his text message with your phone faced up on the coffee table infront of you. You didn't want to believe that George woukd forget, or overslept, but that was becoming truth the more minutes passed by with no call or text.

6:30

Calling him was useless, because he didn't answer. He didn't hang up on you he just wasn't picking up the phone, like he turned it off. You started to get worried if something happened to him, if he was in a situation where he couldn't call or text you. You wondered if he was safe at home and not out in the middle of the street.

In a flash all your worries subsided when your phone lit up with a notification.

ThisIsNotGeorgeNotFound is live:

Im Playing golf with my friends

That son of a bitch. Pissed off was an understatement, you were fuming. How could he end up streaming at home when you had constantly reminded him about this day, he knew damn well about this day too. How could he?

You ended up grabbing a jacket and your purse and ended up driving to George's place. It seemed like he was mocking you in a way, he knew you had notifications on for Twitch. You loved to support him and his career, but this was making a fool out of yourself.

Your hand tightly gripped the steering wheel as you tried not to run every red light you cane across. You finally came across George's home, you found a place to park and quickly got out of your car and sped walked your way to George's residence. Finally making up to George's door you knocked harshly on the door probably making more noise than what you intended too. You continuously banged on his door until you got fed up.

Remembering that George had given you a key to his house you dig through your purse to get your set of keys out anr unlock his door. You stomped inside his house and closed the door behind you.

"GEORGE! GEORGE!" You yelled through the house. You were being reckless and annoying, but you didnt care at this point you were fuming and needed to tell George how you feel.

You had made your way to George's recording room where he was talking to his friends on discord. George looked towards you in shock clearly not hearing the sounds you were making throughout his house.

"Y/N?!" George yelled and muted his microphone.

"What the hell are you doing?" You exclaimed back.

"Im streaming thats what Im doing!" George sassed back at you, not paying attention to his screen and the chat.

"Dont get smart with me. End the stream."

"What?! No!"

"You heard me, we need to talk." You crossed your arms across your chest. Your heart was beating too fast for your liking and you tried to calm yourself down, but George's comments were getting to you.

George was about to unmute himself and get back to the game. "No we dont-"

"GEORGE END THE FUCKING STREAM! This is embarrassing! Talk to me cause you have some explaining to do." You snapped at him.

A silence tell upon you two and he glared at you before turning to his stream and closing it out.

"Okay guys! Go watch the other boys streams I need to go now! Bye!" George quickly ended and turned off everything.

He turned around to you still sitting in his chair. "What? What do you want?"

"Do you know what today is?" You asked.

"April 30th." George answered bluntly.

"Thats all you have to say?" You asked in shock. "It's our anniversary dickhead!"

"I fucking know that." George said.

"You do? So why did you start streaming and we had dinner plans?!"

"I told you we were streaming! You weren't listening to me!" George stood up from his chair when he said that.

"When the fuck did you tell me this?!"

"A couple days ago! You didn't listen!"

"But you knew that was our anniversary! And we made dinnerr plans-"

George yelled over you. "A month ago! We made those plans a month ago so excuse me for forgetting!"

"So all these other years you remembered our anniversary and went out of your fucking way to cancel other plans around that date, but today you didnt because why?!" Tears were threatening to fall down you cheeks, but you wouldnt let him see you like that.

"Because I planned this already with the boys! And AGAIN you werent listening to me when I said that-"

"There were several other times that you could've told me too! But you didn't!" You sniffed trying to keep the frustrated tears inside.

"I already planned this and I cant go back on my promise-"

"But you can with me?!" You yelled and George stopped talking. He's just studying your face at this point and you hated this silence.

"Its not important apparently." You said while walking out of the recording room.

"You're being a bitch." He mumbled.

"Excuse me?! That is so disrespectful!" You spun around yelled at him.

"You already made me feel like shit so might as well finish me off." George said in a annoying tone.

"Yeah you should feel like shit! I feel like shit too so-!" You threw your hands up in exasperation and stormed out the room. You had made it to the door before George called out to you again.

"Y/n! Y/n! Please!"

"No! Just..." You paused before opening the door and ushering your way out. "Call me when you get your shit together.

You were currently curled up on your couch eating leftovers that you had in the refrigerator. That had satisfied your hunger for the night because the dinner was canceled that night. Your anger and sadness had subsided and you were only left with an unusual feeling in your heart. Your relationship felt incomplete, this fight felt incomplete. You didnt break up with him, but you were waiting for closure.

The TV was the only light in the room. It illuminated what it wanted to, you didnt care if it was too dark. Usually you would be cuddled up with George at this ungoldy hour, but you weren't and that made you tear up.

Your sadness was still there, your anger towards George turned into pity. You were sad about the actions he took, but somewhere in your heart you could forgive him. You could forgive and move on if he would come to you.

Speaking of, you had a knock on your door. You didn't have the strength to get up, but you did. Shuffling your way to the door you sluggishly opened it to find George standing there with his hands in his hoodie. The person you wanted to see, but at the same time you wanted to slam that door in his face.

"Hey." George spoke and you gave him a small smile, nothing more.

You turned around to find your seat back on the couch where you were comfortable, but also giving him a silent invitation to come inside. You had sat down on the couch not paying attention to George, but you knew he closed the door, took off his shoes by yours, and put his keys on the table by the door like he always did. It was like a routine to him.

George ended up awkwardly standing beside the couch as you ignored him.

"You know, if you didnt open the door I would've used my keys like you did." George tried to spark up a conversation, but you only hummed in response. You were scared that if you spoke, you would cry.

George ended up making his way to the couch sitting beside you and pulling you into his embrace. Your head was on his chest and you began to sob. You missed this it's only been a few hours, but you had felt that in those few hours you had lost everything. You continued to sob into his hoodie as he rubbed your back and shushed you, whispering sweet nothings into the air only for you to hear.

"Im here, and Im sorry. Im so fucking sorry that I did this to you and I only hope that you can forgive me." George said, his voice cracking a little when he said that. You kept crying.

That's what you wanted to hear all along, that's what you needed. You could forgive him in due time, you always will because you love him, you will always love him. You both can always make it right.

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sizhuyu · 3 years

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A'Yuan x fem! Reader

Him and the reader are very close friends and are both top students in the lan clan. However to protect Yuan during an ambush of puppets during a night hunt she ends up getting badly hurt and falls into a coma for a long time while recovering and him taking care of her.

Feel free to make it angsty.

*sniffs* Okay... My tears for this.. I love A-Yuan and how this request will make him care for the reader :’) here’s to your request! இ௰இ

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You and Sizhui were the perfect duo, he was defense and you were offense in any night hunt. You both thought that today’s night hunt will be easy but you were wrong.. There were puppets! “Don’t inhale the poisonous mist Y/N!” Sizhui says while covering his face in just the right time while you inhaled some since you were the closets among the 4 ( Junior quartet UwU ).. “Y/N!!” You were late to cover your face but you turned back and saw a puppet aiming at Sizhui you run as fast as you could and used your self as a shield to protect your friend. “Y-Y/N..” You were bleeding from your shoulder, it was quite deep and a massive amount of blood loss. “What do we do..” Jin Ling says still horrified “We have to treat her! But.. There is no physician around in this area and she will most likely die of blood loss and the mist..” Says Zizhen. Sizhui hugs you closer to him and brings you to a safer place while he rips his sleeve and used it to clean and wound while Jingyi and Jin Ling bring him some water. “What can we expect from the top student! He can do first aid though.” Says Jingyi, Sizhui just laughs a little while he was done treating the wound. “Jingyi I will cook some food when we get back. Tell senior Wei and Hanguang-Jun.” Jingyi replies with a “Mn.” And all hurry up to go to Gusu while Sizhui is carrying you on his arms.

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“Hanguang-Jun! Wei-Qianbei!” The 4 scream even if it is prohibited. “Y-Y/N.. She..” As the ONLY girl in the juniors YOU were supposed to be protected but then you were always the one who literally saves their soft behinds from getting whipped or slashed. But this time it was uncalled for.. “Take her inside. We will ask a doctor to treat her wound.” they all waited outside until the doctor went out and told them what they must do “I had already fed her the antidote for the poison, all she needs to do is rest for some days since this type of poison drains spiritual energy and weakens the body.. Assign anybody close to her and whom she trusts to take care of her for a couple of days until she feels better. By then her fever will be gone and by then NO night hunts till you boys are ready to protect a girl from ever having this kind of a serious injury!” the doctor points her finger at the 4 “Yes ma’am.. And thank you.” They reply politely as the doctor packs her stuff and changes your robes. “I changed her robes by now she should be sleeping. A lot of blood was lost so was the spiritual energy.. No need to transfer though, the medicine will make her better.” then she left. Sizhui couldn’t sleep the whole night thinking on what he could’ve done to protect you from being hurt.. He felt guilty.. After a week you still couldn’t move your arm.. You were in his care and often cried tears when he changed your bandages “I-I’m so sorry!!” Sizhui panics since the doctors have a day-off “I-It hurts..” Your voice sounds so.. dry.. “Here drink some tea..” The tea was warm and it soothe you a little but the pain is still there.. He rubs your back and you hug him with your other arm. You hiss slightly when he applied medicine on your wound “It will get better.. Don’t worry Y/N..” Jingyi, Zizhen, and Jin Ling has never seen you shed a tear! Or worse.. Cry.. It was worse when you had to sit up and lie down, so of course every time that happens you cry and no wonder why your eyes are so red and puffy. “We’re sorry Y/N!!” The 3 kneeled in front of you while bowing their heads. “H-hey.. It’s okay.. No need to kneel..” You say while wiping your tears. the cut was quite deep and it has only been a week since the juniors can hear your cries when Sizhui changes your bandages. Wei Wuxian already scolded them and they were punished ( except for Sizhui ) to copy all the 4,019 rules 20 times ( 80,380 rules to copy for each... ) You thought the punishment was too harsh bet nevertheless Lan Qiren instructed you to get better. After a month the pain was unbearable.. the doctor said you are getting better but your hand could barely move.. ( yes time skip ) After 3 months you finally got better but they didn’t know yet of course, they were still copying rules and Sizhui was making medicine for your wound. “Sizhui!!” He looked at you with eyes widening “Y/N! Stay in bed! Your wound-” He was interrupted by the strong hug you gave him ( I assume reader IS a Lan sorry if I am wrong ). He hugs you back and checks your wound “Does it hurt?” There was not much of a scar since the medicine was working well but it took a long time.. But atleast you were better! By now the 3 only copied half of the rules but you persuaded Lan Qiren to lift the punishment and he did “Fine.. But they will protect you since it was their fault too.” They thank you for saving their hands. Wei Wuxian ran over to you and hugged you that you almost fell “Y/N!!!!!! How are you feeling?! Is your wound better?! How is my favorite girl child?!” You laugh “Wait.. pfft.. Girl child? And I feel better.” You reply holding your laugh “GOOD! Looks like my Favorite child took care of you well!” You nod even if you cried many times ( He only saw the shoulder not half the body incase your wondering ) “But you cried many times! Even your eyes are red! Are you SURE?! Or did something happen?~” Wei Wuxian says to you while gripping to his husband “You!-” You were about to hit him but Sizhui hugged you from behind “Y/N..” You blush and say sorry to Wei Wuxian for almost hitting him “Ah, so something DID

happen?” “NO!! Well.. Not like that..” You both are a blushing mess because something did happen ( He confessed but I was lazy to write it i’m sorry! So yall basically BF and GF ) “We are dating now Wei-Qianbei.” Sizhui announces ( oml i’m off topic no? ) and the 4.. Wait.. No.. Sorry 5! Celebrate “You know we can plan a wedding-” You cut him off and “I’m too young!!” Your face was red as a tomato by now and they all laugh and you were still in his comforting arms.. He is definitely gonna think about this often now.

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i-growl-growl-growl · 4 years

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YandereNCT 127 Reaction to Them Receiving the Silent Treatment

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I thought I had posted this a while ago. Guess not.

~Ahreum Rhea

Warning this has yandere themes.

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Taeyong: He roughly grabs you by the chin and forces you to look at him. “Unless you want to get a punishment, you’ll answer me when I’m talking to you Y/N. I’m having a very good day so far- don’t piss me off. Keep being a brat and I’ll give you 20 spanks while you count,” he says giving you a tight squeeze as a further warning.

Yuta: He slams you against the nearest surface “I don’t know what made you think you could ignore me y/n, but, if you don’t knock it off, I’ll make you scream till you can’t anymore, and there’s plenty of ways to do that. Talk, and maybe I’ll drop it and forgive you. Maybe.”

Jaehyun: “So, you’re gonna deny me the right to hear your beautiful voice? Ok, well I’ll just deny you the right to move freely,” he says as he chains you to the bed. “A day in here by yourself might get you talking. We’ll see though, won’t we?”

Mark Lee: He silently stares at you with a cocked eyebrow, quickly losing his patience. All of a sudden you feel a sting across your cheek followed by the feeling of the cold hard floor against your body next. “For each time you ignore me, I’ll attempt to knock some sense into you, since you’ve seemed to have forgotten how to speak when spoken to” he says coldly.

WinWin: This jerk will lock the food cabinets, bathroom(s), and take away everything you love/need so that you’ll have to talk to him for him to unlock them. However, he’ll ignore your pleas just like you ignored him. “Yall hear sum’?”

Johnny: He wraps an arm around you, “hmm, do I wanna hear your scream or beg first?” After thinking, he presses a fire heated knife to your arm, earning a blood curdling scream from you. Firmly holding you in place against him. “Mmm, music to my ears y/n. Ignore me again and I’ll carve my name into your skin then make you scream it, mkay?” Yeah, you don’t have much choice here.

Jungwoo: “Love? Why are you ignoring me? You know I hate it when you ignore me.” He pouts to try and get you to finally talk to him. “Please?...No?...Fine” he drags you to the room and locks you in the hot and dark closet. “I’ll let you out once you start talking to me..you know I hate doing this y/n.”

Haechan: He glares at you and rolls his eyes, sighing. “HELLOO?! ANYONE HOME?” He snaps fingers at you and scoffs. “I don’t feel like putting up with your little attitude today y/n. Talk or get whipped, simple. You’ve got 3 seconds to get your act together.” He’s already not in a good mood. Best not make it worse, if you’re smart.

Taeil: “Don’t ignore me. It won’t work out too well for you, jagiya.” He’s talking softly but he’s completely serious. “I’d much rather have a nice dinner date than have you locked up for being so stubborn. Doesn’t a nice dinner at y/f/r sound better? Hm?”

Doyoung: “Being a brat, I see. Guess that means no food tonight then. Closed mouths don’t get fed.” He shrugs and then eats your favorite food in front of you while washing It down with a nice drink, also your favorite/preferred.

#Yandere NCT #NCT Yandere #Yandere Kpop #Kpop Yandere #Yandere boys #Yandere reactions

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sunseteyes · 3 years

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HAIKYUU BOYS AS LANG LEAV POEMS (THE UNIVERSE OF US VERSION)

characters: eita semi, satori tendou, wakatoshi ushijima, tsutomu goshiki

themes: gen!reader. not really angst nor fluff. nostalgic, i guess? anyway still angst. hurt. pain shsjsb

taglist: @kacchanori @chickynn @todominica @brinthie @sparkleswritings @bitchtrynafck @patricia-ceballos @giyuus-wife @kawaiinishii (feel free to send a dm/ask to be added to a specific fandom or so!)

rv: i wasn’t supposed to post this today but since i just had the feeling to do it, yay it’s here~ the series is finally complete! thanks so much for the continuous support~ this was supposedly for the karasuno boys but then i realized i haven’t got anything yet for my fave team shiratorizawa so here yall go~ yes, i can be very biased im sorry yall. tsuki and the others will come up in another hc !!

WAKATOSHI USHIJIMA

introduction

“We drift from star to star, your soul and mine as one. We fall nearer to the moon— we fly closer to the sun.”

—he never felt this feeling before, as if he was pulled by an unknown force, gravitating in the atmosphere much more than he’d feel towards his other passion and desires. this one was different. this one felt peaceful.

wakatoshi’s gaze bore itself on your form, a sense of recognition drumming on his mind and his chest, scenes of the past unravels as you pass by him, that wave of familiarity in your presence brushing by his skin, sending tingles down his arm. it was as if his body knew who you were.

but he doesn’t remember. nor do you.

SATORI TENDOU

solace

“When all I desired was once promised to me. And all have conspired to keep it from reach. There is safety in numbness— there is solace in sleep.”

—satori could still hear it; your muffled moans of anguish, the shuffle on the sheets, the tiny sobs. he could still remember as if it was embedded on his mind, tattooed in every crevice and gap in his memories; the way he awakes to brush off your hair and your sweat, the way his chest becomes heavy at the crunch of your face in your unconsciousness.

it was all in his memory—only in his memory.

EITA SEMI

4000 miles

“The lines stitched into highways, the never-ending seams; on roads that are less traveled, dividing you and me. I wish I could unravel the fabric in-between, and tear away the distance, to bring you close to me.”

—eita stares at the blank screen, the drizzle of the rain lightly slapping the window by his side, the coldness in the atmosphere radiating on his insides. for anyone from afar, they’d instantly recognize the longing in his eyes, the loneliness on his lips, and the faintness of his breath.

he was waiting for you to call, or message, or give any sign of your love. anything. he knew all the consequences of having this kind of setup for the two of you—away, with different timezones. he knew it since the start for he was the one who needed to go.

but it hurts him. even if he wants to be with you and feel the warmth of your embrace, he’d just have to wait. wait until you wake up, wait until he hears your voice.

wait until you give up too.

TSUTOMU GOSHIKI

stitches and scars

“We all want to be on par, to steal the wish from someone’s star. Our flaws and failings stitches and scars, to be loved for who we are.”

—tsutomu thinks you’re bright—too bright. he thinks you’re like the star, or the sun, or the moon at night.

he longs for you, craves you like a bird craving for flight. he fed on you and your smiles, knowing full well he shouldn’t have.

because you belong to someone else. and tsutomu knows you’re too bright of light not to crawl into the darkness to be with him and risk your life.

rv: how was it? i actually typed this in a span of 30 minutes lmao talk about procrastination. so if there are typos, i apologize bdbdb

#wakatoshi x reader #tendou x reader #semi x reader #goshiki x reader #haikyuu x reader #ushijima wakatoshi #satori tendou #eita semi #tsutomu goshiki #shiratorizawa x reader #roze.hq #roze.daydream

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nad-zeta · 4 years

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Headcanon: MC taking care of the boys’ pets feat; Leonardo, Sabastian, Comte and Dazai

Hi hi, dears! ❤☺🌻Hehe so here is the final Hc for Mc taking care of the vampy bois pets! Thank you so much for all the sweet comments on my previous posts ya guys make my heart so happy! Thanks so much! ❤❤🌻Love yass lots and I hope yall enjoy this and have a super good day! ❤🌻So as requested to be tagged by these lovely wonderful people here ya go!🦊🌻🦋

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Leonardo

Leonardo had a couple of errands to run in town and his little kitten was being rather clingy

Leo had a full day planned of helping the towns’ people, most of which were somewhat superstitious when it came to pitch-black cats

He looked over at you peacefully sleeping away and gently leaned down to place a kiss on your forehead, “Cara mia I have a few errands to run today, would you mind keeping Lumiere company while I’m away?”

He smiled as you groggily mumbled something

At the sound of his name, the back kitten jumped up onto the bed and curiously looked up at Leo

“I’ll be back soon Lumiere be a good kitten while I’m gone,” he gave the cat a final head pat, before leaning down to place a final parting kiss on your cheek

You lazily reached out to scoop up the little kitten and bring him into a warm embrace as you continued to sleep in

You woke up the playful kitten clawing at you face, bouncing around on your bed in an attempt to play with you

The second you got up the little cat got a fright and dove under the covers only to reappear moments later, to wish you a good moring by rubbing his body against your arm as he purred

Lumiere watched from the bed tail swishing from side to side, as you lazily got dressed and ready for the day

You made your way to the dining room with the small black cat in tow

After the little creature had eaten his breakfast he started pouncing on your feet as you sat and finished your breakfast

You couldn’t help but adopt the cat’s playful mood as a mischievous smiled crossed your face, the second you saw the van Gogh brothers enter into the dining room

The minute the two newcomers entered into the room Lumiere’s attention was on them

The little kitten couldn’t help but start playing with the grumpier Van Goghs scarf

Both you and Vincent locked eyes and giggled as the gruff brother was blissfully unaware of the cat destroying his scarf as he ate his beloved pancakes

Once the pancakes had been devoured Theo’s gaze drifted down to the little critter playing with the ends of his scarf

He fell back on his chair and let out a shriek

Both you and Vincent broke out laughing as Theo finally discovered the little kitten playing by his feet

You couldn’t help but chase Theo around the mansion with the little kitten, to get him back for all the times he and Arthur had pranked you

After spending a better part of the morning terrorizing Theo, you and Lumier found a warm spot in front of the library window to take a nap

Which lasted much longer than anticipated as when you woke up you were cuddled in Leo’s arms with the kitten curled up in a ball nestled in the crook of Leo’s neck

Sabastian

You woke up that morning with a sticky note stuck to your forehead

Groggily you sat up and read the little note left to you by Sabastian

It had said that he had some urgent business in town and that he needed someone to feed and keep his dear little pet company for a few hours

You were slightly confused as you never realized that Sabastian had a pet

You had met everyone in the mansions furry, feathery and prickly companions but have yet to meet Sabastian’s

He indicated that his beloved pet was in the last room in the stables

You smiled thinking that perhaps Sabastian had been a secret equestrian and had a beautiful pet horse

You got up and dressed, and make your way to the stables

You walked through the rows of beautiful horses when you finally reached the end

You opened the stable door and was shocked as you had come upon a lavishly decorated room

And instead of finding a horse, you found a snow while lamb peacefully sleeping in a pile of the fluffiest blankets, you had ever seen

The second the little thing heard you, he bounced up and curiously pranced his way towards you

He rubbed his head against your hand affectionately as he let out a content “meh”

The little creature then skipped out of the stables and to the mansion’s kitchen and looked up at you expectingly

That’s when you remembered that you were supposed to serve him some breakfast

You opened the kitchen cupboard designated for the mansion’s residents pet’s food, and found a bottle

You then filled the bottle with milk and fed the little lamb, you honestly enjoyed the experience so much that you made a mental note to ask Sabastian if you could feed the lamb every morning

Once the sweetheart had, had his fill, he jumped around excitedly and full of energy.

He gave you a small headbutt as if asking you to play with him.

You smiled as you chase after the snow white lamb wondering if this is how Sabastian’s spent his early mornings before getting breakfast service ready

After a while, you were so tired and out of breath that you flopped down to lay on the plush grass

The little lamb skipped over to you and nuzzled you affectionately before hopping off to case some butterflies in the field

You sat on the grass for a few moments watching the sweet scene before you

You panicked for a moment when you saw Arthur’s dog, start to chase after Sabastions dear pet

But relaxed when you saw that sweet little Vic was continuing your game of tag with the lamb

Sabastian made his way up to you and plonked himself down beside you on the grass wearing a fond smile

“Thank you for feeding Lotte this morning for me.”

Comte

Comte had a day full of meetings with some important people out of the mansion

He sat at his desk and looked down at the letter before him

His little ferret, Thyme, was peacefully resting on his lap enjoying the feeling of Comte’s gentle hands stroking his soft fur

Comte sighed as he summoned Sabstian over to let him know the plans for the day.

Usually, Sabastian would watch his sweet little ferret while he was away, but today he needed Sabastian by his side, as he took care of important business

Suddenly you appeared carrying a tray of tea and snacks for the pureblood and he smiled a charming smile at you

He beckoned you to take a seat and enjoy some tea with him

He asked you the favour of watching his beloved pet while he was gone for the day

You beamed up at Comte and nodded.

Comte stood up and placed his beloved little Thyme on your lap as he and Sabastian made their way into town.

The ferret looked up at you expectingly as he walked a little circle on your lap in an attempt to get comfortable once more.

Finally comfortable the little critter started barking at you as if to say “Please pet me”

When you finally started petting the little creature, he let out happy chittering sound

You spend most of the afternoon with the little critter curled up in your lap as you stroked his soft fur and read

Waking up from his afternoon nap, thyme was full of energy and ready to play

He jumped down from your lap and ran over to a chest in the corner of Comte’s room.

The second you opened the box the little creature climbed in and pulled out a ball

The excited little critter started running around the room with the little ball, barking in delight

Soon the noodle creature escaped the confines of the room and made his way straight to the garden

You ran after the little guy only to find him playing in a puddle of mud

The second the critter spotted you he made a beeline for you and jumped into your arms. His once soft snow-white fur was now covered in mud.

You decided to give the little trouble maker a bath to restore his soft snow-white fur to its former glory

This playful creature was having a ball playing with the little bath toys that Comte had bought for him, as you cleaned his fur,

He hopped and splashed about the water without a care in the world, until you were thoroughly soaked.

He whined when you took him out warm water and placed him on the ground, however that was short-lived, as soon he started happily chirping away at being towel-dried

Thyme honestly loved the attention

You had noticed that in Thyme’s little chest, Comte had kept small outfits for the little creature, so you decided to play dress-up with the ball of energy

You sat in front of the chest filled with various cute little outfits, you finally decided on a yellow dress with sunflowers

Thyme absolutely loved playing dress-up and the second, the dress was secured he scurried over to a small mirror to check himself out

You laughed as the little ferret started doing a few poses in front of the mirror,

Even more so, when you placed a tiny flower-crown on his head

Comte walked into the room and couldn’t help but chuckled at the sight of his beloved pet running over to him to show off his cute little outfit

Dazai

Dazai’s books started gaining a lot of traction under the people of Paris and his agent had summoned him to do a book signing of his newest release

Dazai had been writing under an alias for a while now, and was low key surprised that his newest books had become so popular

His agent had given him no choice in the matter forcing him to do the signing.

Dazai, however, had one major problem, who was going to keep his sweet little bird company while he was away

He looked out his bedroom window and spotted you outside in the garden reading a book.

He hopped out the window and made his way to the garden to ask you the favour

You now found yourself in Dazais room holding the tiny bird, as Dazai thanked you for watching his companion and affectionately ruffled the little bird’s feathers with his fingertips

The second Dazai left the room the sweet little bird flew over to the stack of papers on Dazai’s desk and started tearing them up

Your eyes went wide as you weren’t exactly sure what to do, you hoped that whatever the little creature was tearing up hadn’t been of too much importance

You sat on his chair and watched the bird cheerfully chirping away as he happily tore up the papers into shreds and then proceeded to make a little makeshift nest in the corner of Dazai’s desk

Once the little bird was satisfied he hopped into the little nest and looked up at you

The second he noticed the bag of seeds you were holding, he excitingly hopped his way over to you, accidentally spilling some ink on the desk

The little bird without a care in the world, tracked small ink footprints all over Dazai’s desk to get to where you were sitting

You smiled as you placed a few seeds in the palm of your hand and watched as the bird happily ate them

In the distance, you could hear Mozart playing the piano and you heart absolutely melted, when the little bird comfortably nestled himself in the palm of your hand and chirped along to the tune

Once the song ended the little birds face dropped

You decided to cheer him up by singing a little song of your own

You were super surprised as the bird now happily chirped along to the song that you were singing

Suddenly little Buntas eyes lit up as he got an idea. Still singing you curiously eyed the bird as he found a little bell

He flew back to you, rest in your palm now shaking the small bell ball and chirping along to your song

The little guy was honestly so cute you couldn’t help but carefully pet him

The little bird returned you affection by giving the palm of your hand an affectionate head rub

As Bunta hopped around your palm he noticed your gold bracelet

Bunta LOVES shiny things

The little bird tried to steal your bracelet off your arm by gently pulling at it with his little beak

You giggled slightly, as the bird started getting frustrated, and decided to take off the bracelet and hand it to him

The second the bracelet was freed the little bird carried it in his beak and flew to his cage where he placed it on his little swing in front of the mirror

You couldn’t help but laugh at the little bird, as he added your golden bracelet to his shiny treasure-trove of stolen jewellery

You could tell this little bird had been stealing shiny belongings from all the residents for a while now

You spotted a golden pocket watch, cufflinks, buttons, earrings and even one of vincents paintbrushes.

By the time Dazai got home from his book signing, he found you cleaning up the mess Bunta had made while the bird watched you from his tiny swing, happily chirping away

That’s the end of that hehe hope ya guys enjoyed this! 🥰☺And I hope everybody is having a good day! :)🦊🦋❤

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