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bangtaninink · 2 years

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Hello friend! Glad to see you're alive and I hope doing well 😊

For the drabble prompt, I'm feeling a little angsty with a hopeful ending using Lewis Capaldi's Forget Me with either Koo or Suga. Thank you! 💜

drabble 003 member min yoongi (suga) au idol

—— here's the song!!

the way you see it, right now, you have two options:

stay, compose yourself, and pretend like bts' 20-minute stage starting right now is not going to kill you

excuse yourself to go to the bathroom, where you'll camp out until they're off-stage.

as much as you want to take option two, disappearing for that long — with fans filming their next lot of fancams as long as you're in sight — will arouse too much suspicion, and you're under enough heat from management as it is.

you take a deep breath, and out of sheer instinct, clap as the crowd does, feigning a smile as the host announces bts' stage is commencing.

next to you, iseul — the only group member who knows why you can't stand bts — subtly eyes you, gauging your reaction.

you're proud to say you know enough about music to know how to keep in time with a beat, and the way your head nods along to their song is a reflection of that; but it's automatic, habitual, and happens as you stare at a prop on the back of their stage at an adequate enough distance that it looks as if you're watching bts themselves as they dance.

next to you, iseul shifts in her seat as if fixing her posture, but the way her arm conveniently nudges your side doesn't go unnoticed by you. your eyes widen, lips forming an o, as you pretend to be impressed at a signature bts dance break, hands clapping a little faster.

you hate these end-of-year award shows. you hate that you probably look like a seal right now too.

for the rest of the performance, you plaster on a polite smile, taking your cue from the rest of your group members to react appropriately to what happens on stage. as one song transitions to another, iseul leans over, hand cupped around her mouth, whispering in your ear as if she was gossiping away like a teenage girl about the cute boys in front of you both.

"how much are you hating this right now?" she asks.

you nod your head frantically, grinning.

"i hate my life so much, dude," you reply with clenched teeth.

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"guys, guys, guys!" yuki says, waving her hand frantically to gather the members together. she leans into the circle, lowering her voice. "i just heard from sana senpai that there's an after-party happening at a club in hongdae."

"oooh, an after-party!" sara says, grinning. "wait, are we invited?"

yuki rolls her eyes. "i don't think sana senpai would've told me if we weren't."

"so cool," nari says.

"apparently bts are actually gonna be at this one too."

your shoulders fall, and you sigh quietly, reaching for your hoodie.

"yeah, i'm gonna pass on that," you say, rummaging around in your bag for a hairtie.

"what? why?" sara asks, eyebrows furrowed momentarily before they smooth out again when she smirks. "oh. do you have a date?"

"no, i just don't feel like going to a party."

"please," nari says, rolling her eyes. "you? miss three-soju-bottles-minimum? i highly doubt that."

"maybe i just want to look after my liver for once, unnie."

"tch. whatever. killjoy. come on. let's hurry up and get back to dorm so we can change."

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"you're really not coming?" yuki asks, holding a dress up to her body as she looks in the mirror.

"i'm good," you say, not looking up from the book in your hands.

"damn. i was really looking forward to taking shots with you, nee-chan."

"have some with iseul. she's the next best drinker after me."

"yeah, but... i wanted to dance as well, and she doesn't dance as good as you."

"i heard that," iseul says, looking pointedly at yuki as she walks into your shared room, holding a pair of false eyelashes. "_____, help me put these on."

you snort, but sit up on your bed, putting your book down and taking the eyelashes and glue iseul holds out to you.

"the blue one's pretty, yuki. wear that one, not the green skirt," you say, spreading glue along the band of one set of lashes.

"yeah? really?" yuki says, grinning. "okay, thanks!"

iseul scoffs as yuki runs out of the room and into the bathroom to change, shaking her head.

"'doesn't dance as good' she says," iseul says. "she's lucky she's cute, or i would've ripped her extensions out."

"she's right though. i dance way better than you," you say, blowing on the glue.

"wow. bitch."

you laugh, nodding your head for her to shut her eye as you position the eyelashes on her lid.

"okay, i was thinking."

"wow. that's rare," you mutter.

"shut up," iseul says, pinching your leg. "i was thinking you should come to the after-party."

"are you for real? you know why i don't wanna go."

"i know, i know — but! you could wear that lace bodysuit, and that nice leather skirt, and look super hot. maybe make out with someone and piss yoongi off. make out with someone more famous than him. god knows you could pull anyone in that outfit."

"no one's more famous than bts. you're crazy."

"so make out with one of the other members then," iseul says, shutting her other eye for you to apply the lashes onto.

"are you kidding? those guys are all loyal to each other. they'd never even look at another member's ex. they have their own weird bro code on top of the universal bro code," you say, frowning.

"c'mon, dude. you could totally do it. if you don't make out with someone... i dunno. collect some digits. show your tits. just do something to piss him off, because if you don't come to the after-party and we all do, he's kinda gonna win."

you sigh as you cap the tube of lash glue, annoyed that somehow, iseul's right. being the only member of your group to not attend would say a lot, and you'd be damned if you let yoongi have the upper hand — not after he'd included a song on their new album that the both of you had worked on years ago without crediting you anywhere. you were certain that, even with your history, as an artist, he'd understand better than anyone how important credit was. it was a petty move, a childish move, one that you were sure he made just to piss you off.

it was sad to say that he succeeded.

"okay, fi—"

without finishing your words, you look up to find iseul standing in front of you, already holding out your outfit.

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"senpai!" yuki calls out, waving her arm.

"yuki! you made it!" sana says, jeongguk's hold on her waist loosening as she runs over to your bandmate. "is it just you?"

"no we're all here." yuki looks around, confused. "i guess everyone must've split off already. hi, sunbae."

jeongguk raises his glass with a smile and a nod when yuki greets him.

"come on, let's get a drink," sana says, excitedly taking the younger's hand and leading her to the bar.

at iseul's side you sigh, but there's very little chance it'll be heard with how loud the music is. you nod at her suggestion to get a drink, following her to the bar, leaning up against the sticky countertop as she orders drinks for you both.

to iseul's credit, she's cleaned you up very nicely for tonight, if the way heads turned towards you the minute you all walked into the club is anything to go by. the bartender sets your drinks down in front of you, and you don't miss the way his gaze quickly falls to your cleavage before back up to your face with a grin.

"enjoy, ladies," he says; you don't grant him a response.

"look at that," iseul says, leaning in close to speak into your ear, loud enough to be heard over the music. "and you didn't even need a boob job to make your chest stand out. where do you wanna go?"

"home?" you suggest, taking a sip of your drink; iseul shoots you a look. "i dunno. wherever. i'm just gonna follow you tonight."

"nee-chan!" yuki cries out, waving you over. "let's have shots — before i'm too drunk to remember!"

you and iseul laugh as you walk to the other end of the bar, greeting sana and mina when you see them. it isn't long when five tequila shots are laid in a row on the bar, and you all pause as yuki retrieves her phone to take a video.

"cheers!" she cries, sana and mina doing the same.

"cheers, bitch," iseul says, knocking her glass against yours before downing the shot in one go.

"idiot," you say, doing the same.

"let's do another one," yuki says, despite the wince that clouds her face.

"are you sure?" mina asks, laughing and signalling to the bartender for another round. "it doesn't look like you enjoyed that."

"yes i did!"

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as much as you hate to admit it, for a while, you do have a good time, switching between drinking and dancing. you almost forget why you didn't want to come.

that is, of course, until you see him.

your hips slow when you spot yoongi against one of the walls, one arm draped across the shoulders of one girl, the other around another girl's waist. the three of them laugh at something hoseok is saying, but you can't hear anything but the music, and you barely feel the hands on your waist, none of your attention on whoever it is you've just been dancing with for the last ten minutes.

since the two of you broke up months ago, you thought you were somewhat okay, while also stupidly holding onto the idea that maybe he was also quietly, in his own way, taking his time to grieve and get over everything the way you were. seeing him now, however, looking perfectly fine, makes you realise that may not be the case.

you weren't ready for this. you'd made a conscious effort to distance yourself from anything that could possibly lead back to yoongi and to bts, even going as far as changing up your music style entirely when producing new songs, since your normal style had yoongi written all over it — it was a risky move, but one that had, surprisingly, benefitted the group and gotten you on everyone's radar after the release of your second album. still, only you — and to a degree, iseul — know how many times you've stood in the shower, letting your tears mix with the water, or about the password-protected folder on your camera roll you look through in the dead of night when you should be sleeping, or the USB drive tucked away in the bottom of your bag filled with songs that no one will be hearing anytime soon.

is yoongi really ready to forget you?

"hey," iseul says, bringing your attention back to the present as she leans away from whoever she's been dancing with for the last ten minutes too. "you good?"

there's concern written all over her face, and belatedly you realise it's because of the way your eyes have started to water, clear enough to see even with the strobing lights. when you don't reply, she follows your line of sight, dread washing over her.

"oh no. hey, ___—"

"i think i'm gonna go home now, seul," you say, brushing away the hands on your hips to weave through the crowd of people on the dancefloor.

"wait! hol— wait, _____!"

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"woah, woah, woah! is that _____ noona?" jeongguk says, craning his neck to look over people as you step away from the dancefloor, passing the bar. "damn, she looks hot in that outfit."

"stop that!" sana cries, slapping his chest.

"i'm just saying! i still like you more though, babe."

"not that!" she jerks her head to the side, and jeongguk finds his gaze falling upon yoongi.

"oh. shit. my bad, hyung."

"i told you, hyung," namjoon says, shaking his head. "you had to go and put on that whole playboy act tonight, and now look."

"what, namjoon? what am i looking at, huh?" yoongi asks, frowning.

"hyung, she saw you," hoseok says. "when she was dancing. she saw you with those other girls."

"if your goal was to piss her off, well then, you succeeded," namjoon says, taking a sip of his drink.

"i was trying to see if she was over me or not, actually," yoongi says, scoffing.

"well then that was literally the most idiotic way you could've gone about doing that," seokjin says, rolling his eyes. "seriously, yoongi. if you wanna get back together with _____, maybe be an adult about it."

"oh yeah? and what do you suggest i do, hyung?"

"how about, hmm, i dunno, go after her? like, right now? that would be a nice first step, don't you think, guys?"

"i'm gonna get a stomach ulcer from this," jimin groans, picking up his drink.

"no, you're gonna get a stomach ulcer because you've been chasing tequila shots with vodka sodas," taehyung says, eyebrow raised. "this will give you a headache, because that's what i've got right now."

"why are you still standing there? go already!" seokjin says, shoving yoongi's arm. "god, seriously."

"well, what if i get to her and it turns out she is over me?" yoongi cries, motioning towards where you'd gone. "what, i'm just supposed to go be an idiot in front of her? let her laugh at me and mock me?"

"jesus christ, i give up." seokjin groans, motioning for namjoon to take over.

"hyung," namjoon says. "why would she run off like that after seeing you with another girl — sorry, girls? if she was over you, she wouldn't have cared and would've kept on dancing with... i dunno who that was. did anyone see who had their hands on her waist?" the other members shrug.

"yeah, hyung," hoseok says. "if _____ noona was over you, she'd probably be going home with someone tonight, because i dunno if you guys saw that skirt she was wearing, but holy fucking sh—"

"i will punch you in the throat, jung," yoongi says, glaring.

"so fucking go already, hyung!"

yoongi huffs out a frustrated sigh, finishing off the rest of his drink in one last gulp before grabbing his jacket, muttering a half-hearted apology when one sleeve unintentionally hits sana's arm. he leaves the rest of the members to talk amongst themselves, no doubt airing out their frustrations about him, but he doesn't care — not when he needs to find you somehow.

he deduces that you're probably no longer in the club anymore when he spots the rest of your group members scattered in the crowd. frantic, he approaches iseul.

"hey. do you know where _____ went?" he asks, eyebrows furrowed.

iseul looks him up and down, crossing her arms over her chest. "why should i tell you?"

"iseul, come on. i need to talk to her."

"could've talked to her back in august, sunbae. or september... october... even novem—"

"okay! okay. i fucking get it." yoongi looks up at the ceiling and sighs, ruffling his hair. "look. i get that i've been a dick about this whole thing, but this hasn't exactly been sunshine and rainbows for me either."

"mmm, could've convinced me back there — and, oh, actually! i think you did convince _____ of that! respectfully? you should go back to your girls, sunbae. just leave _____ alone."

yoongi knows he deserves to be chewed up and spat back out onto the pavement like stale, tasteless gum. he has no energy to fight iseul because he realises she's completely correct.

fortunately for him, as if by divine timing, just as iseul finishes lecturing him, the door to the female bathroom swings open, and you step out, dragging your finger under your eye where your mascara has smudged.

he can tell you've just been crying, but instinctively, yoongi looks at your outfit first.

hoseok was right.

holy fucking shit.

"oh fuck."

#min yoongi #suga #bts #bts drabble #idol verse #links the lyrics video because the mv is very....... distracting from the tone of the song LMAOOOO #and once again i have gotten carried away

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bby-deerling · 6 months

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Who is it with either Law of Kidd please! Congrats on the milestone!

this might be the most filthy, nasty, and dirty thing i've ever written, i hope it's your cup of tea! it's also my first time writing for kid!!

kid + who is it (afab!fem!reader nsfw)

18+, mdni, nsfw wc: 1.7k masterlist

cw: jealousy, possessive behavior, super toxic relationship (reader is bad but kid is worse), breathplay, choking, handcuffs, inappropriate use of kids metal fingers, hair pulling, spanking, impact play, degradation, cheating, hole stretching, orgasm denial, creampies, slight breeding kink stuff if you squint ig, kid is a mean, nasty menace in this read at your own risk.

“I thought I told you to stop getting close with the enemy.” Kid says, roughly grabbing you by the back of the collar and pulling you away from your card game with Penguin and Shachi, leaving them confused and disappointed. Had you been flirting with the pair in hopes of going home with a bit more than just their money? Maybe—but that still didn’t give Kid the right to interrupt.

Annoyed, you take a deep breath, trying to not lose your composure in public; he had yanked you off to the side of the Victoria Punk, but you were still very much visible to any potential nosy onlookers. “Last time I checked, we’re still in an alliance.” you bite back, turning to face him and crossing your arms.

“Last time I checked, you were still my woman.” he growls, shoving the index finger of his metal hand into your chest, pinning you against the wooden side of the ship.

“Since when, Kid? You just play around with me when you’re bored and forget about me when you’re tired of me.” you say, tired of being on the losing end of a double standard—he’s been far from loyal to you, but the second your eyes start to wander, it’s the end of the world to him.

“Quit deflecting, I’m giving you an order right now.” he says dismissively, attempting to pull rank over you to shut you up.

Not wanting to relent, you continue, raising your voice. “Why the hell do you even care what I do? How many times am I going to have to watch you go to bed with someone else while I sit around and wait for you to remember I exist?”

“So now I have to come to bed with you every night just to keep your needy ass from whoring around? Sounds like too much work.” he snarls, venom on his tongue.

“What the hell do you even want from me then, Kid?” you cry out, hands tugging at your hair in frustration.

“I want you to keep your ass over here and stop trying to fuck the losers in the animal hats!” he yells, so angry a few drops of his spit scatter across your face in the process.

“Why?” you shout, becoming increasingly more enraged at his mixed signals. “So you can use me for the night and toss me aside tomorrow? I don’t think so. Maybe Trafalgar Law could show me a good time, he probably wouldn’t discard me afterwards like a—"

Your words are cut short by the cold, soulless grip of metal fingers surrounding your throat, pressing into the sides of your airway. “Like what? Like a whore? He wouldn’t touch you with a ten-foot pole.” he sneers, voice dangerously low.

“What’s that say about you, then?” you shoot back, unwilling to back down, even when backed against the wall and with your life hanging in the balance between a few of his fingers. “You want to fuck me so bad it makes you look stupid.”

Kid’s chest rumbles as he laughs and his grasp on your throat tightens, making you squeak in shock. “You’re gonna regret running your mouth like that.” he says, wicked grin on his face as he lets go of your neck and unceremoniously throws you over his shoulder. Storming onto the ship, he makes a beeline for his room and tosses you down on the bed; you move to sit up, but his metal hand presses into your stomach and keeps you in place. Looming over top of you, he regards you with a look somewhere between distaste and anger as he leans over and pulls a pair of handcuffs from the nightstand. Flipping you over and pinning you to the mattress with his hand to your lower back, he roughly yanks your arms behind you and clicks the cuffs into place.

“If you’re gonna act like a dirty whore, I’m gonna fuck you like one.” he growls in your ear. The sound of fabric ripping meets your ears, and you silently bury your face further into the mattress, not willing to show him how excited you were to see him wanting and wholly interested in you for a change; however, it was impossible to hide the glistening arousal already coating your pussy as he spreads your ass cheeks to get a decent view of you.

He makes you yelp as his good hand strikes your ass hard and laughs cruelly as he smooths the point of impact by kneading the soft, pillowy skin. “Fighting with me really gets you excited, huh?” he chuckles, letting his fingers teasingly slide between your folds.

“You wish.” you bite back, despite being in no position to do so, and wince as he smacks your ass again, this time with his metal hand. He makes no attempts to soothe the pain this time, letting it linger as little volts of electricity run along the impact point.

“Really?” he says, voice dripping with smugness, “What’s this then?” he asks, grabbing a fistful of hair and pulling your head up before shoving his soaked fingers in your mouth. He inhales sharply as your tongue swirls around them, sucking on them lewdly.

Focused on his fingers, you’re caught off guard when one of his cold, massive, metal fingers pushes deep inside you with no warning. “Mmmf, Kid!” you cry out; his only response is to pump his finger harder and faster, making you moan and squeal for him. Each time his digit slips in and out of you it gets increasingly warmer as your needing, aching pussy warms the metal, and eventually, the unfamiliar chills subside.

And then he adds another.

Wrists rattling against the handcuffs surrounding them, he has you writhing like a bitch in heat, completely succumbing to his whims and desperately waiting for what he had in store for you next. Your whines and whimpers are muffled by his fingers, still shoved in your mouth, until he hooks them in the corner of your mouth, keeping you open and unable to hide your cries from him.

“Slut.” he spits out teasingly, “Those two wimps wouldn’t be able to handle you, you’re too fucking dirty for them.” He withdraws his metal fingers from you, chuckling at your whine of frustration before shoving his cock inside you, slipping past your wet folds in one fluid motion.

“Quit squirming and let me fuck you good.” he warns, placing his metal hand on your back to pin your hips in place, two of his fingers still damp with your arousal.

You try to respond, but the punishing way he buries his dick inside of you leaves you unable to do anything except mewl and cry out for him. His pace is brutal as he fucks you hard and raw, and you’re whining and pleading nonsense to him as his hand rubs harsh circles into your clit. Legs beginning to shake, you let him know you’re close, but it only prompts him to remove his hand from your aching bud.

“Kid, please!” you whine, hips grinding against nothing, mourning the absence of his touch.

The dark, wicked laugh he lets out clues you in that he has far more twisted plans for you. “Careful what you wish for.” he teases, slipping two fingers in your dripping hole alongside his cock. His cock was already girthy, and the addition of his fingers has you stuffed to the point of tears, unable to do anything but babble nonsense as he continues to fuck you brutally. The mismatched, uncoordinated rhythm between his hand and dick is beyond overstimulating and has you gasping and drooling all over the dirty sheets beneath you.

“That’s right. Come all over my dick, stretched out like a little whore.” he growls as he curls his fingers against your sweet spot; the low, husky rumble of his voice is enough to push you over the edge. Head buzzing as you see stars, your walls spasm around him so hard that his fingers slip out. Swearing under his breath, his thrusts get sloppy and deeper as you milk his cock for all its worth.

“Say my name.” he rasps, “Tell me who this fucking pussy belongs to.” His metal hand strikes your ass, eliciting something between a scream and a moan from you before his name falls off your lips.

“Kid, it’s all yours, Kid—” you choke out as he pulls at your hair, cock slamming into you at a brutal pace.

Somehow, it’s still not enough for you.

“F-fuck, fuck me harder, Kid.” you whimper. He lets out a sinful growl in response and presses the back of your neck hard into the mattress as his thrusts pick up speed, his head bruising your cervix with each pass. Riding the line between pain and pleasure, your head goes dizzy as he digs his nails into your hips and you bite at the blankets below you.

A flurry of curses and grunts leave his lips as his hips stutter against yours and he cums inside you, thick white ropes shooting straight into your womb as he fills you up. He’s left you too much of a mess to move and he knows it as he slowly starts to pull out of you, giving you one last deep thrust to make you cry out before withdrawing from you.

Too lazy to search for the key, he crushes the handcuffs around your wrist to bits with his metal hand, lazily wiping the debris off the side of the bed before climbing in and pulling you close.

“You gonna quit hanging around them now?” he says, phrasing it more as a demand than a question.

“I don’t know, are you gonna quit cheating on me?” you snap back, with less venom than before, exhausted and craving sleep far more than another fight.

“Fine. Didn’t realize it was hurting you so much.” he says, leaving you flabbergasted at the audacity of his statement, but you were too tired to respond with anything but a sigh.

“Promise?” you ask—this time you’re the one demanding, eyes narrowed towards him.

“I swear on my good arm, I won’t step out again.” he says, offering you his hand to shake.

You take it firmly, making him smirk in response. “Deal. Pleasure doing business with you.” you say teasingly; keeping a grasp on his hand, you roll over and pull his arm around you, content to fall asleep smothered in his touch and surrounded by the mess and filth he’d reduced you to.

#one piece x reader #eustass kid x reader #eustass kidd x reader #eustass kid x you #eustass kidd x you #one piece smut #250 follower event #mdni #x reader #once again i have gotten carried away writing smut

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franky-y · 6 months

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this was supposed to be a quick drawing but uhm well...

#käärijä #häärijä #khaarija calendar #digital art #can i post this??#at this point i seriously feel like i might as well share the actual photo lmao #but this was just too cute and i may or may not have gotten a bit carried away lol #anyway #once again #if this isn't okay to post i'm gonna delete it

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itspileofgoodthings · 2 months

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like. Nina listens to Taylor, moderately keeps up with the front-facing aspects of her life, enjoys her quality, has her minor critiques, recognizes her place in the current culture, can set her down and do other things when she wants to, and most importantly knows who Taylor is through her art.

#you cannot engage with Taylor completely casually it doesn’t work #you won’t get to know her #you have to let her in. go on a sunset walk with your headphones in and open your heart to her and just HEAR her #and then once you know who she is you can go from there #but there absolutely is this level of refusing to get to know her #and I am truly (once again) not addressing people who have that door simply closed (my mom! my older sister!)#people whose opinions matter so much to me #but I am talking to the people who wrestle and want to love her but actually hate her and idk. I feel that it is something where—-#well it’s like people isn’t it. you have to get to know her without judgment #and without bias #you have to know her FROM her #(which does not involve Easter eggs OR celebrity headlines if you hate both of those things #and then if you don’t like her you do in fact have to leave without making that other people’s problem #especially Taylor’s!#I am thinking of this girlboss journalist who wrote a piece on Taylor the other day #that was LIVID with Taylor for sharing only positive reviews on her insta story #(as is not only Taylor’s right but literally normal behavior??????????)#and was practically foaming at the mouth about how Taylor’s level of power was getting scary #and it’s like. I’m so sorry for swearing but BITCH #a lot of the numbers are out of Taylor’s control and also NOT REAL. Taylor also DESERVES her success and is simply doing her job very well #and riding the waves of virality she knows how to create in ADDITION to that #also stop worshipping power and money!!!! the way you clearly do!!!!!!!#Taylor is not doing anything with it except her job!!!!!!!!!!!!!#she is also CLEARLY a human being who suffers #SEE HER AS SUCH #and end it THERE #INSANE #turning off reblogs for this one #because I have gotten carried away but wow

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ofdetonation · 1 year

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@varicrux inquired : mina's just going to spend countless minutes tracing katsuki's scars on his arms & hands. expression gentle , quizzical , & soft. ' -- you're like a roadmap of battles & victories , ain't'cha? ' ╱ unprompted.

battle after battle, the scars accumulated. katsuki hasn't let them bother him since obtaining any of them ⸺ they were just a reminder of the fights he had to fight, the events of his life carved indiscriminately into fair skin, some ragged and raised and taut. if people were to ask about them when his sleeves are rolled up, he speaks of them in a clean, medical manner ╱ obtained because of his right arm being shattered, requiring intervention and proper surgery. or if it was the lightning scars ; those were an exposure to weather events, called upon while they were on nabu island. they were just a part of his path to heroism.

but mina refers to those same scars as a roadmap ; suddenly, they weren't just events he would gloss over, medically described in sterile words. they were a retelling of every event he survived. they stand to remind him that each battle he ventured into might have left a mark on clear skin, but he persevered through them anyway, unyielding even when he should have yielded. they taunt and torment as much as they bring him peace ╱ he won the battles, survived the wars.

soft and slender rose fingers graze over the blond's scars, gentle and tender, her gaze gentle and observant. katsuki's breath hitches as she traces across jagged scars along the palm of his hand. scarlet gaze, once harsh and stern, softens a fraction while the sharpened knitting of his brows relax, the tension in his shoulders melting away the more time she spends contemplating their presence. he almost can't find the words. she is admiring such a recent history and seeing them as more than just another mark on skin ; a mosaic of his victories.

❝ ... guess so. ❞ katsuki doesn't tug away his arm, only glancing up to catch black sclera and golden irises. ❝ 's what happens over time. ❞

a pause. eventually, crimson falls back on the scars scattering his hands and arms.

❝ what's catchin' your interest this time ? ❞ katsuki reaches with his free hand to rest over hers, palm calloused but comfortably warm to the touch. ❝ somethin' you wanna know ? i can tell you my point of view behind 'em. ❞

#varicrux #/ did it need to be this big ? no. but it fuckin is knbgflk #💥 ⬦ ゜◝ UNAWARE‚ I’M TEARING YOU ASUNDER | OH‚ THERE IS THUNDER IN OUR HEARTS. ╱ bond: varicrux (mina).#/ i may have gotten carried away description wise but idc i love this sm #/ thank u hoops u have blessed my inbox once again #💥 | I AM NOBODY UNLESS I REMIND YOU I EXIST. ╱ ic.#💥 | TONGUE OPERATES FASTER THAN BRAIN. ╱ inq.#💥 | YOU DON’T MAKE HISTORY BY BEING LIKED. ╱ q’d.#💥 | I AM WASHING THE WARS FROM ME. ╱ v. iv.

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Before Sunrise (وإنتَ بترجع لأيقوناتَك، وأنا للفراغ) • A Hornblower fic by quatregats

You look at me, your eyes shining intensely with sudden emotion, and for a moment every mask has fallen away. There’s something sobering about it, knowing that you’ve given me this secret, that you’ve let me see you vulnerable and unguarded, and I promise to myself that I’ll never tell another soul. Your dark curls frame your face, and you are so lovely and real that it hurts. The weight of the world has been lifted from your shoulders, and I wish it could stay that way forever.

In the Kingston darkness, Hornblower might just allow himself a few moments in Bush's arms.

You can read it here!

#sorry guys this is perhaps an insane thing to write for the hornblower series #but i was listening to kalaam and i got carried away :’)#you should really listen to the song before you read the fic #because this is basically a three-way conversation between the song the fic and canon #the perspective kind of makes it hard not to write as poem-adjacent and bush isn’t much for poems so pardon the discrepancy there #overall this is just a silly sort of thing that i churned out and published do with it what you will #the title is so extremely cheesy i’m sorry ://#the lyric in the title goes much harder but alas it’s in arabic #also once again made a fun little block print! this one was much less time consuming though luckily #perce rambles #scribblings & such #<- thought that perhaps i should make a tag for my original works (writing/drawing)#hornblower #i really don't think this is comprehensible the only person who seems to have gotten it was also a kalaam fan but oh well

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abyssalremia · 11 months

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𓆩♡𓆪 ✧ Remia's Lore ✧ 𓆩♡𓆪

The former handmaiden of the feared Witch of Doma, known to most in the Far East as the Silver Kitsune, Remia lives out her days in Namai Village researching the ancient city of Mhach to better hone her void magick under the guidance of her two voidsent companions. Despite the public outcry for her to have been executed following Yotsuyu’s death, she’s been employed as Hien’s Arcane Advisor and, unexpectedly, has become a trusted confidant of the young Lord.

Seeing as she's a formidable void mage, it came as little surprise when her sister Ravn, a former Scion, contacted her asking for assistance looking into matters concerning the Thirteenth. At Hien's behest, Remia now begrudgingly accompanies Ravn, Y’shtola, Vrtra, and Estinien on their quest to rescue Azdaja. And to make matters worse, Zero seems to have taken a particular interest in her and her voidsent summons. So much for not being roped into this world-saving nonsense…again.

Below the cut is Remia's entire backstory from her childhood to 6.1 for those curious about her history. Beware, the rabbit hole goes deep into the void so don't click to continue unless you want a wiki page worth of info thrown at you ^^; ♡ by no means is this meant for rp purposes. just here to give a timeline for those wanting to know more about my precious cynical miqo and for me to keep her lore straight

PRE-STORMBLOOD

Two Sisters

Being born with striking ivory hair and a single white eye into a previously influential and wealthy family, Remia was seen as a curse. She was an outcast among the other children in Gridania. The only person to treat her kindly was her sister Ravn. An adventurous soul by nature with a strong moral compass and love for all things mechanical, Ravn protected Remia as best she could—both from the cruel children that would bully her and from their parents who were steadily growing more abusive with every passing week.

Forsaken

As their family wealth began to dwindle thanks to mismanagement of funds and falling victim to countless scams, Remia's parents blamed her for their misfortune. They wanted nothing more than to be rid of both her and Ravn. With the last of their money, their parents ventured across the sea and brought the girls to Kugane where they sold off Remia to a band of corrupt pirates from the Ruby Sea for a hefty price. As for Ravn, she became game for the Viera tribes of the Golmore Jungle. Since the day they were sold, the two sisters wouldn't see one another again until much, much later under very different circumstances.

Ruby Hell

Growing up on the unrelenting tides of the Ruby Sea, Remia quickly became a spectacle to those who believed in the Kami. Many a gullible Doman would pay thousands of gil to simply see her when she was younger. The older she grew, the more crude the requests became. Abused, starved, and treated as nothing more than a pet fox by the vile pirates that kept her captive, she attempted to maim herself in hopes of lowering her value. Turns out a half-blind fox goes for more than she could have ever imagined... So much so that one of her regulars gifted her a rare grimoire rumored to belong to a powerful Mhachi void mage.

Freedom

One fateful evening, the pirate ship she was stowed away on was raided by the Confederacy. Remia refused the help of Tansui and Rasho when they attempted to reach out and offer her a place among their crew. It was common knowledge she was stuck on that ship being exploited and abused for years now so why was it only then they decided to come to her aid..? She didn't trust them. With her grimoire as her sole possession, she fled the Ruby Sea altogether and made for the nearby villages in hopes of finding somewhere to hide.

Unlikely Friendship

Having been raised out in the Ruby Sea, all Remia knew was how to use her looks to get by. It was only expected that she'd once again end up as a courtesan this time working at a proper pleasure house. She was treated better there, but by no means was that an ideal way of living. Though, one good thing did come from working at such an establishment: befriending a girl named Yotsuyu.

Remia and Yotsuyu grew close over their shared loathing and distrust of humanity. Life is brutal and unfair, a fact they were all too familiar with. Only by their own hands could they change their fate, and Remia desperately needed someone she could rely on in this godforsaken world. Where Yotsuyu dreamed of crushing Doma, forcing every last Doman to suffer as she had, Remia simply wanted to survive.

Her memories were beginning to fray and fade. Yotsuyu was the sole person who remained fresh in her mind—even her sister had been all but forgotten by this point. Yotsuyu was kind to her. Protected her. Remia didn't understand why her memories were becoming an unsolvable jigsaw puzzle, but she knew that regardless of how much further her recollection degraded, Yotsuyu would always be there for her. It was them against the world.

STORMBLOOD

An Imperial Upgrade

After Zenos crushed the Doman Resistance and crowned Yotsuyu as the new Imperial viceroy of Doma, Remia too was taken into the Imperial Army as Yotsuyu's handmaiden. A title that in reality meant she was Yotsuyu's personal guard and assassin both. She held no allegiance to the Imperials nor to Zenos for that matter. Her sole loyalty lay with Yotsuyu—though even that wasn't entirely true.

As Yotsuyu's treatment of the Domans grew worse and far too cruel for even her to stomach, Remia found herself slowly being backed into a corner. She would quietly try to dissuade Yotsuyu from ordering her to carry out her most vile punishments. And when that would inevitably fail, she would leave for whichever village had drawn the viceroy's ire and dole out a more lenient punishment than what Yotsuyu had ordered. For as terrible as life had treated her thus far, Remia didn't see the point in inflicting pain on those who were truly innocent, needlessly perpetuating the cycle of hatred.

Beginning of their End

Remia knew in her heart that once word reached her and Yotsuyu that these Scions had come to liberate Doma, their time together was limited. The Warrior of Light herself would herald in a new age full of promise for Doma at the expense of herself and Yotsuyu being cast out into the deepest pit of the seven hells.

Something needed to change. Yotsuyu couldn't be allowed to continue her obsessive crusade, but neither did Remia wish for her to die at the blade of the young Lord who somehow survived the rebellion. And then there was the matter of that strange ashen miqo'te she encountered during her last clash with Yugiri and the Warrior of Light while guarding Zenos. Everything was a mess. Only her grimoire brought her comfort. A grimoire that was slowly beginning to corrupt her.

The Fall from Grace

The siege on Doma Castle was the final nail in the coffin. Remia defended against the Doman Liberation Front for as long as she could. Grynewaht cut down an endless sea of rebels with her by his side until the lower levels of the castle were flooded, forcing them to retreat if only somewhat. Remia eventually left him to delay the Warrior of Light while she ran back up to the keep to find Yotsuyu once it became clear this wasn't going to end well. They needed to escape while they could. There was still time—

When Remia made it to the keep, her desperate pleas for Yotsuyu to flee fell on deaf ears. Yotsuyu revealed to Remia that her true plan all along was to destroy Doma Castle, burying both her and the prince once and for all. She spoke like a mad woman. Remia tried one last time to get her to run away. They could start anew somewhere far away from Doma if only she would just trust her. And then Hien along with the rest of his party barged into the keep. Before Remia could try to fight them off, she found herself pushed over the balcony by none other than Yotsuyu. A final act of kindness to give her the chance to live out a new life assuming she survived the fall.

Before she met the jagged rocks at the base of the sinking castle, a dark portal roiled to life underneath Remia, swallowing her whole.

Dark Patron

Inside the darkness that saved her from certain death, she met a small voidsent imp. Still in shock after the events that just transpired, Remia didn't say a word as the imp proposed an offer: he'd reveal to her the truth behind her memory loss in exchange for helping him find a way home to his darkness-consumed world. He was far too weak to return on his own—forget about surviving if he did manage such a feat—and only by leeching off of her aether could he eventually regain his strength to return. Remia agreed without much thought if only to get this imp to take her back to Yotsuyu.

A Fleeting Reunion

Doma Castle now reduced to rubble, Remia found herself in the heart of the Doman Enclave. The imp held true to his word and brought her back to Yotsuyu, or rather "Tsuyu". Her friend was a shell of her former self. Perhaps she was a more accurate version of the woman she could have become if life hadn't been so cruel. And though Tsuyu had forgotten most everything from before the castle's collapse, there was a flicker of recognition behind her eyes when she saw Remia. A feeling that the strange fox-girl was someone important.

Remia was quick to get over her shock and asked Gosetsu and Hien both if she could stay by Yotsuyu's side. Against the wishes of his people, Hien agreed and spared her life.

Day after day, Remia refused to leave Tsuyu unless absolutely necessary. She ignored her supposed "sister" who continued to pester her in favor of spending as much time with Tsuyu as she could. Gosetsu too was kind to her and her friend despite their bloodied history. Fate had given them a second chance at life, just as she had wished for, and Remia wasn't going to waste it. Memories be damned, so long as Yotsuyu was alive, there was hope for their future—hope that was quickly snuffed out when Asahi came to visit.

Goodbye to our Future

Remia found Yotsuyu just after she had regained her memories and murdered her parents. They fled the enclave together and returned to the Garlean airship where Asahi was waiting for them both. He left the two to their own devices while he set off finalizing the last of the preparations for the prisoner exchange that was to be taking place the next day. Alone in Yotsuyu's personal chamber, the two women reminisced over the years they had spent together late into the night until they eventually fell asleep.

The following morning, Remia woke up alone, the door to Yotsuyu's room locked. Dread pooled in the pit of her stomach while she desperately tried to break free. By the time she finally managed to break out and find Yotsuyu, it was once again too late. She ran into Castrum Fluminis right as Yotsuyu stabbed Asahi with Tsukuyomi's katanas.

In her final moments, Yotsuyu admitted to Remia that she had tried to push her away if only to spare her from the endless darkness she had wanted to plunge Doma into. A futile effort, clearly. She thanked Remia for being her only friend. The only person who saw her for who she truly was and never abandoned or tried to change her.

By the time Gosetsu and Hien returned, Yotsuyu had peacefully passed away in Remia's protective embrace.

Building Trust

Following Yotsuyu's death, Remia's memories degraded at a rapid rate. Even her memories of Yotsuyu were slowly becoming a muddied, jumbled mess in her recollection. At Gosetsu's request, Hien took Remia in. And, as a silent gesture of thanks for how well they treated "Tsuyu", she pledged herself to Hien. Soon after she was put to work as his advisor on all things aether and magick related. Though her memories concerning her life were becoming fewer with every passing day, her knowledge of the arcane remained intact thanks to the imp's intervention. With the imp named Vetis by her side, Remia began her research into her grimoire's origins while aiding in the Doman Enclaves' restoration as per Hien's request.

When Hien and Yugiri left for the Ghimlyt Dark, it was Remia that the young Lord left in charge of his nation's defenses. When they returned and told her that each of the Scions had fallen unconscious, including her sister, it was Remia who Hien asked to be ready to leave and help the Eorzean Alliance should capable warriors be called upon. And when word indeed came from a former adversary asking for assistance in dealing with a restored Allagan machina bound for Eorzea, Remia was the first to answer the call.

SHADOWBRINGERS

Yet Another Voidsent?

The last visit she paid Hien just before she left for Werlyt, Remia was greeted not only by Hien but by a strange womanly angel of sorts claiming to be a voidsent that's been searching for her for thousands of years. Feeling like this was best left to her to handle, Hien excused himself after he explained the situation and bid her a safe journey, leaving Remia to deal with this new "voidsent".

Her name is Gremory, and Vetis does corroborate her claims of being a voidsent—or at least was one. Her aether has been manipulated from being consumed by darkness to somehow being entirely drenched in light. A product of her master's experiments dating back to the Fifth Astral Era, the same era Remia's grimoire is from. After speaking with Gremory for hours, Remia had more questions than answers. This new voidsent believes her to be the reincarnation of her dead master and still somehow houses a portion of his original soul? And Vetis thinks that there's truth to her words? Crazy, the both of them.

An End to Imperial Rule

From beginning to end, Remia and her two voidsent companions stuck with Gaius, Valdeulin, and Severa while she dealt with each of the terrible weapons Valens had at his disposal. An unlikely friendship bloomed between her and Gaius over the course of her grim work. He didn't look at her with contempt nor did he pity her for her past. He understood what it was like to be on the losing side of history, written off as a mere villain deserving of death with no hope of redemption. He was the second person in her life to understand her. She might even venture so far as to call Gaius a friend—though she'd never admit that.

And during the lengthy amounts of time locating the next Weapon, Remia would return to Othard to aid the Bozjan Resistance against the IVth Imperial Legion. Mind you, this wasn't her idea. Once she returned from the First, Ravn had gone to Hien during one of Remia's times away from Doma and asked him personally to convince her reclusive sister to come to Gangos. Remia couldn't remember Ravn, and still to this day can't recall their childhood, but the earnest request for her to join the fight was enough reason for Remia to begrudgingly agree. Together, while the Warrior of Light was handling her own duties on the First concerning Eden, the two sisters took on the whole of the Imperial army and came out victorious.

ENDWALKER

The Ilsabard Contingent

Having spent her time studying void magick under the supervision of not one but two voidsents, Remia was more than happy to oblige when Hien came asking her to be Doma's representative among the Ilsabard Contingent. To say the Scions were skeptical of Hien's choice of trusted confidant would be a sore understatement. Though after Ravn and Aestelle, the Warrior of Light herself, vouched for her, Remia was reluctantly accepted into their ranks. And once the introductions were underway, she and Gremory were forgotten, happily so.

When the Contingent landed in Ilsabard, Remia summoned Gremory to help incapacitate the IIIrd Legion troops led by Vergilia. She didn't hold back now that she finally had a proper battleground to fight on. With so much open space at her disposal, it would have been a terrible injustice not to light the sky aflame with dark magicks utilized by the very voidsent all of Hydaelyn fear. From that moment onwards, those both in and outside of the Contingent knew her as more than just "Yotsuyu's loyal fox" or "Ravn's corrupt sister". Now Remia was a force to be reckoned with in her own right.

The Worth of Mankind

The Final Days began anew and, in all honesty, Remia didn't particularly care for the how and why behind the manmade apocalypse. A scholar asked his familiar to pose a flawed question to civilizations on other planets that in turn led said depressed bird to end all life in existence. The longer she tried to make sense of the insanity, the more hilarious she found the situation to be. It was all so very human. A comfort, really.

Using her void magick to her advantage, Remia teleported between Othard and Sharlayan regularly to deal with the blasphemy threat back home while aiding the Scions when they had need of her talents and fragmented knowledge. She watched with amusement as the Scions ran here and there, desperately trying to forestall the inevitable. They even went so far as to travel to the moon and then to the far edge of the universe! Remia stayed behind to protect Sharlayan, taking in the chaos while slowly coming to appreciate the lengths to which mankind would go to work together when pitted against a common foe. At such a display, it was no wonder she and Yotsuyu were defeated by the Scions. It was just the two of them against the world, after all.

While all of Sharlayan anxiously waited for the Scions to return victorious as they always did, Remia watched the snow gently dance from the pale grey sky seemingly without a care. It was during that quiet moment a familiar face came slowly stalking up the steps leading to the Rostra. Zenos viator Galvus. She could scarcely recall seeing him in Ilsabard and as for their encounters while he was in Doma, those had long since been purged from her memory altogether. But he instantly recognized her. Their conversation was brief, one-sided, and left Remia with a ghost of a smile gracing her feline features. What he said to her, only she knows.

6.1 ONWARDS!

Apocalypse Averted, Now to Save a Dragon

Once the whole "Final Days, the world is ending!" fiasco passed, Remia returned to Doma for what she hoped would be for good this time. The Scions weren't fond of her—and the feelings were mutual when it came to most of them—so the less she had to deal with that group, the better. Besides, there were more than enough monsters skulking about Othard from the Final Days just waiting for her to personally send them back to the lifestream. Finally, she'd have time to hone her magick, perfect her summon of Gremory's battle form, and research the truth behind her memory loss that Vetis had been avoiding.

All of that would have to wait for not even two weeks after the Final Days had come to an end, another letter from Ravn was sent to the Doman Enclave. Now at Hien's behest, Remia is forced to once again join her sister on some impromptu heroic journey to save a dragon imprisoned on the Thirteenth. At least she'll have the chance to better learn her void magick...hopefully.

I know this was a lot and if you read it all, thank you for making it to the end! I hope her backstory was interesting and gave you some insight into the reason behind her chaotic nature ^^

#i'm half awake atm so i'm sorry if they're typos!#i'll fix them come the morning once i have eyes again lol #i might have gotten carried away #ffxiv oc #remia #remia and co.#ravn #ffxiv #remia lore

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fluffylino · 5 months

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pussy agenda with hyunjin

-contains mature themes

he can't keep his hands to himself.

doesn't really have to be sexual. but likes to shove his hand down your pants to cup your mound with his hand.

it could be at any time of the day.

regardless of whether you were sitting on the couch. or standing in the kitchen. or doing anything really.

you've gotten so used to it, it doesn't even bother you.

its so casual.

like you'd be telling him about how you read some weirdly interesting article. and he'd lazily walk over to you. listening and acknowledging everything you said.

but his hand had a mind of its own. slipping in your pants, to feel your warm cunt. middle finger running along your slit. before he takes his hand out and continues talking.

there are days when he'll purposely tease you. digging his fingers just a bit in. a small smile on his face when he feels you throb. making you make a startled noise. leaving you wet and swollen.

especially after he gets home from practice. hooking his chin on your shoulder. his left hand kneading your boob and his right hand in your pants.

shaving as well.

once, you had forgotten to lock the bathroom door. not like you even had to. the two of you were more than comfortable.

neck aching as you made sure you didn't miss any spots. your leg raised up on the sink counter. razor still in your hand while you shaved.

you had finished with your legs and arms. and now, (as hyunjin would say) your most delicate part remained.

you groaned. jumping a bit as your eyes met with a nonchalant hyunjin. who was leaning against the door frame, hand still resting on the door knob.

"need help?"

your cheeks flushing at his outrageous question. not to mention you were half naked. you needed help. and you trusted him. but it was more because your legs ached.

"i'll help you shave" he admitted, walking in. closing the door behind him.

and he indeed did.

"you don't need to shave by the way" he reassured.

"i'd eat your precious cunt regardless" such a casual statement to make. while keeping your legs open.

"careful" you mumbled, eyes cast down to where he was kneeling down. spreading your pussy lips apart.

as if he was inspecting your folds. gentle with each stroke of the razor.

"i know. baby's delicate pussy is very sensitive" hyunjin muttered, biting his lip as he concentrated on the task at hand. eyes fixed on your pussy. it made you feel very...exposed and maybe a bit turned on. his warm breath making you feel even hotter.

and after he's done.

he kisses it. working his way up.

"gonna have my fun with you later" pressing his cushioney lips to your freshly shaven pussy. it was almost like he was letting your pussy know well in advance.

and pulling away with accomplishment written all over his face.

cause now you were getting wet.

or if he's driving. (like in the recent skz code). he'd be holding the steering wheel with his left hand. his right hand intertwined with yours.

slowly getting carried away.

till his fingers are teasing your slit. rubbing against it and pressing the pads of his index into your pussy. and pulling out. and doing it all over again.

never actually pushing all the way in.

keeping his finger pressed between your folds. almost like he's having his own fun while you're squirming and closing your legs around his hand.

he's focused on driving, reading the sign boards. even asking you if you're hungry. acting normal as though his hand isn't shoved down your panties. but as i mentioned. his fingers are on auto pilot.

in conclusion,

hyunjin would do anything for your pussy. even if that includes fleeting touches.

did you like it ehe.......

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screampied · 5 months

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saying the safe word with sukuna? 🥹

*ੈ✩‧₊˚ SUKUNA RYŌMEN.

⤷ tags. fem!reader, fluff + smut, safe word usage, praise, mentions of size difference. petnames: princess, little one, brat.

instantaneously, the moment you muttered your safe word in a sweet broken, “…kuna, r-red,” and with a soft squeeze against his arm — that was the exact point where he stopped. sukuna stopped, pulling out gently to not hurt you anymore before he raises his eyebrows in pure startlement.

“red? what…uh, what happened? are you—okay?”

you could tell by his sudden change of body language, the delay in his voice, he was concerned.

you’ve never uttered out your safe word in bed before. sukuna hovers over you, and he’s maintaining eye contact, awaiting for your response.

“nono, i’m okay,” you reassured him with a awkward smile, brushing a thumb against his arm. you stared at him, taking a deep moment to think of what to say—you were embarrassed, having to stop right in the middle, but you had to. “it was good, it’s just that,” and you took your time to speak, gently rubbing your fingers against his arm. he noticed you’d always do that whenever you were anxious or nervous. “it started to hurt a little.”

sukuna grows quiet before he rasps out a low, “….princess,” and the way his tone instantly softened. as well with his eyes, he leaned in close to you—your forehead was met with a cute, awkward kiss on the forehead by him. something he doesn’t really do. “forgive me, my sweet. i’m sorry. ya know you could have told me sooner, right? i wouldn’t have gotten mad at you. you’re my baby.”

the moment his soft warm lips tapped against your forehead, you felt your heart swoon and pick up. sukuna was never one to be soft, yet with you, the ultimate exception.

“really?” you whisper out, for a strange reason, you felt tears swell up near the very crevices of your eyes—annoying, you hated how overly sensitive you could be at times. “i-i thought you’d get mad and call me weak or something.”

“absolutely not,” he huffs out, and he brings a single thumb to stroke your cheek—bright eyes going down to stare at your adorable pout. “i’d never say that.”

“but-”

“shh, i’m trying to be a good boyfriend and comfort you,” he murmurs, and he brings a kiss near the side of your mouth. “anyways, princess,” he says, pulling you from your back to sit up. “are you sure you’re okay? i’m glad you told me to stop… i know with the…the uh, size difference between us and everything, i could get a bit carried away.”

and sukuna’s so cute. just the way, he’s suddenly all timid and careful with his words — bringing an arm to scratch near the nape of his neck, awkwardly. “i feel like an idiot. you can slap me if you want. feel free to-”

“why would i slap you?” you furrow your eyebrows, and he’s taken aback once you drag him into your chest, pulling him into a big hug. “i’m fine, it was just a little sting.”

“oi, woman. not so—tight,” he croaks, being dramatic and fake choking as if you were actually suffocating him.

“sorry,” you giggle, this time you’re the one to plant a kiss on the curse’s cheek. sukuna tenses and freezes up again, cute. to think only you could make him like this made you smile. “but ‘kuna, you are a good boyfriend. the best, actually.”

his eyes linger towards you, and his gaze was still intimidating—despite the way it looks like he’s staring right into your soul.

“…think so?” and his voice softens yet again, he genuinely sounds seriously ponderous. “you don’t have to save just say that to spare my feelings, y’know. i’d never forgive myself if i hurt you, so—”

“sukuna, i’m okay.” you muttered, leaning in to give him a sneak kiss on his lips—you fluster him heavily, it’s frustrating. frustratingly endearing.

he ponders for a moment before letting off a deep relaxed sigh.

“good. good,” and you’re surprised yourself one he pulls you back into his chest, a big bear hug. his arms wrapped around you. whilst pulling you close, the two of you are just quiet for a good twenty seconds before he speaks again. “i love you, woman. ya know? and…i’m proud of you.”

“what for?” you reply, your chin softly resting against his shoulder, taking in his sweet scent.

“for using your safe word, silly,” he utters in an low, playful tone. “you’ve never used it before. ‘n i’m glad ya did.”

now you’re the one flustered, you swallow a thick lump in your throat and he’s caressing your back with a big hand, it’s soothing. “o-oh,” and then it dawned on you. “but sukuna, you—you didn’t get to finish.”

“you’re too cute for your own good,” he faces you now, teasingly and lightly bonking your forehead with the tip of his pointer finger. “don’t worry about me. i’ll live.”

“okay.” you say hesitantly. then you look up at sukuna, and he raises a brow—you look like you want to ask him something, he can read your simplistic facial expressions like a novel.

he mumbles. “spit it out, princess. what is it that you want? a massage? a head pat? a—”

“um, just a kiss.”

he chuckles. “hmpf. i figured, get over here, girl.”

you gently lean in, softly pressing your lips against sukuna, and he’s very tender with his touch—you always treasured how sukuna would treat you like a porcelain doll, whenever it came to sweet gestures as kissing.

he tilts your chin slightly upward, the simple feeling of his lips…so soft, warm and a bit hot colliding against yours.

just a bit of tongue, each lips of yours and his were parting amongst each other lightly and you let off a soft whine into his mouth. you feel the coy smirk tug against his thin lips, heavy pants of breathing mashing against each other by each individual second. the more he kisses you, the more your heart raced—you felt loved more than you ever did.

with your tongue, you map out his mouth, long lashes fluttering as he held you close, and he then cups your face.

the sweetened filled kiss last for about half a minute before you pull away, and sukuna’s all awkward again—you were the only girl in the word to take his breath away. a fact he perhaps wasn’t ready to come to terms with.

“thank you kuku,” you hum, lightly shoving him on the bed so you could rest your head against his chest.

he tenses his jaw. “kuku?”

“it’s your new nickname, so deal with it, princess.” you smile, playfully kissing near his tummy.

“oh, little one. you have some nerve,” he utters, suddenly not flustered and perturbed as he once was. the audacity for you to say his nickname he used for you. such sass, he wraps a hefty arm over you, making sure you won’t go anywhere. “now, let’s…whatever you call it, ah—”

“um, cuddle?”

“cuddle, yeah, that.”

“i love you too kuku.”

“rest, brat,” he utters in a gruff tone. it only takes you a good few minutes before you drift off to sleep and once he hears you start to snore against his chest loudly, he sighs. “i—love you more.”

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pedantic-poison · 8 months

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Delicious | LN4

pairing: fem sainz!reader x lando norris

genre: SMUTTTTT, 18+ MINORS DNI, p in v, fingering, light choking, use of pet names (darling, baby, sweetheart, good girl, etc), cream pie, unprotected sex (wrap it before you tap it y'all!!!!), language, hold the moan vibes, dirty talk, Lando being a hoe

requested: yes!

word count: 3.9k

author's note: i LOVE me some brother's best friend trope

When your older brother first joined McLaren, you were unbelievably proud of him, so, naturally, you moved heaven and earth to make it to his first race with the team. Meeting Lando, you finally understood why all of Carlos' stories from before the season started were about his new teammate, and how much he made him laugh. He was friendly to you, and kind, and had a knack for making sure you never felt out of place. He also made your chest go a little tight, but you chose to ignore that feeling. Best not to complicate things for your brother.

It's been years since you first met Lando, and you can't quite use that excuse to convince yourself you need to avoid Lando. You still try, certainly, but it doesn't really carry the weight it used to, not with Carlos at Ferrari now. Would it still be messy? Maybe. Would it be a complete shit show? ...Probably not, right?

That little tendril of doubt created just enough space for that weird feeling Lando elicited to bloom. And now, with the Summer break giving Carlos time off, he's invited Lando to your family's home, for an entire week.

"Morning," the sound of Lando's voice snapped you out of your thoughts. As if it wasn't already bad enough that he was staying in your house, now Lando had the audacity to show up in the kitchen, voice gravely from sleep, with a pair of gray sweatpants hanging low enough on his hips to show the V-line of his muscles there. Your eyes trailed up his torso, allowing yourself to indulge in his tan skin and taut muscles for just a moment, before your gaze met his. A knowing look danced across his face, eyes glinting with mischief, as he smirked at you over his mug of coffee.

"Oh, um, good morning," you coughed out, embarrassed at having been caught. "How'd you sleep?" you managed to force out.

Lando took his time, finishing his sip of coffee before answering, "Slept alright. Couldn't fall asleep for a while, for some reason, though." You couldn't quite decipher the look on his face while he said it, but he didn't give you enough time to overthink it. "You?"

Your face heated immediately at the reminder of what exactly you'd been doing last night, instead of sleeping. "F-fine, thanks." It had been four long days where Lando had made himself seemingly unavoidable. Even at night, when you could close your door to the rest of the house, and lock yourself away, your thoughts strayed back to Lando no matter what you did. Last night, the ache in your core had gotten so unbearable that you'd touched yourself to the thought of him. It seemed that even the walls of your room couldn't quite keep Lando out.

"What's got you thinking so hard over there, Sainz?"

You schooled your expression, refusing to let him throw you off balance again. "Wouldn't you like to know, Norris." The coffee mug in your hands hid your face rather well as you lifted it to take a sip, leveling him with a look that you hoped seemed like a challenge.

Pushing off the counter he'd been leaning against, Lando took a step closer to you. "I really, really would, actually."

You allowed yourself to lean in for just a moment, inhaling the smell of him, before pulling back. "Too bad." Chair legs scraping against the floor as you pushed away from the table, standing and taking your mug and book with you.

"Oh, come on! You're really gonna tease me like that?" he whined, shouting at your back as you headed up the stairs.

"Gotta make you work for it, Norris!" you called back, retreating into your room once again, giddier than you'd care to admit, and telling yourself that you'd only left because you had work to do. Certainly not because you weren't sure how much longer you'd be able to hold on with Lando under the same roof.

Just three more days.

The loud splashes and laughter from outside drew your attention away from your book, for what felt like the hundredth time in two minutes. Sighing exasperatedly, you rolled over on your bed, craning your neck up to look out of your window.

Carlos and Lando were in the pool in the backyard below you, squealing like little kids as they hit each other with water balloons. You rolled your eyes at the childish behavior, even as you fought (and failed) to keep a smile off of your lips. You heard your father's voice ring throughout the house, and Carlos and Lando must've heard it too, because they quickly dropped their makeshift weapons at the call that they needed to get cleaned up for dinner. Your parents weren't terribly strict, but even they preferred for everyone at their dinner table to be fully clothed and not dripping everywhere.

Just as you'd made your way out of your room to head downstairs, you froze, finding a sopping wet Lando Norris in the hallway. Even after you (accidentally) ogled him this morning, you couldn't manage to keep your eyes on his as you watched the way the droplets of water fell off the ridges of his chiseled chest and torso. You hadn't quite noticed how close you'd come to running into each other, barely a foot of space between you, that seemed to shrink more and more the longer you stared. And you weren't the only one. The sundress you wore hung off your body in a way that made Lando want to memorize every line and curve of it himself. Looking wasn't enough - he'd always been more of a hands-on learner, anyways. And the way the gentle breeze swirled the skirt of it around your hips and legs made him want to find out if you were wearing anything underneath it. Made him want to rip anything he found there off with his teeth.

"Hermanita! Lando! Dinner in twenty minutes!" Carlos shouted up, from the sound of it in the kitchen, most likely helping your parents like the doting son he was. Helping, unlike you. Standing in the hallway, now only inches from Lando, chest rising and falling erratically as you tried to convince yourself that you should not fuck your brother's friend and former teammate in your parents' house with your entire family downstairs.

"Twenty minutes," Lando breathed, barely above a whisper. He took a final step forward, mouth painfully close to touching yours as his spread into a mischievous grin. "I can work with that."

His lips crashed into yours, hands gripping your face delicately as he did so, moving only after yours landed in his hair. Lando finally, finally, got his hands on those hips that had been torturing him, tempting him, for years, squeezing as he pulled you into him. Your fingers raked through his curls, tugging gently as you pushed him backwards into your room. He went willingly, grinning into the kiss at your enthusiasm as you kicked the door shut behind you, letting you take charge for the time being and falling to the bed when the backs of his knees hit it, hands dragging down your thighs as he went. For a moment, you paused, taking in the way Lando was looking up at you. Adoring. Reverent. Hungry.

His hands on your thighs urged you forward to straddle him, sliding his grip up your back to pull your torso flush with his. "God, these fucking tits," he groaned, squeezing you harder into his chest before sliding his hands around to your front, cupping them harshly. Through lidded eyes, you watched his hands, large, nimble, and veiny, knead your breasts while he hummed appreciatively, unable to look away from your chest for even a moment. "Been waiting to get my hands on you for so long, sweetheart," he heaved, speaking into your skin as his lips trailed over your exposed chest, just under your collarbone, punctuating the statement with a final, firm squeeze of your tits.

Before you could finish the whine building in you at the loss of his hands, Lando had yanked down the flimsy straps of your sundress, allowing your tits to spill out over the neckline. Lando swears he could come from that sight alone. "You're so gorgeous," he muttered, more to himself than to you, before looking back into your eyes, "so fucking gorgeous." His lips found yours again, stealing your breath as one hand reached up to ghost over your nipple, already sensitive and hardening from the cool air in your room, while the other lowered to rest on your waist, gently urging you to rock your hips against him at your own pace. "So," his kisses now landed on your jaw, "so," your neck, "beautiful. I think it might actually kill me," gently nipping at your pulse point before soothing the tender skin with his tongue.

Your breath had grown shallow from the attention he paid to your neck and chest, hitching as he tweaked your nipple just right, almost harsh enough to be painful but light enough to make you crave more. But what caused your breath to quicken was the feeling of Lando under you. Those strong, muscled thighs, bracketed by your own, felt so firm you couldn't stop your mind from wondering how they would feel if you ground yourself against them. The way they tensed as he moved, or restrained himself from moving as he tried to let you set the pace, felt so delicious against your thighs and through layers of fabric, you can't imagine how they would feel flexing against your core. Delicious as those thoughts were, they would have to wait for another time, because nothing was more tempting than the press of his hard cock against you, straining at the material of his swim trunks, the remaining water of the pool dampening your already wet panties.

"Shh, sweetheart, we've got to be careful," Lando startles you, the hand that had been on your tits gently closing over your mouth, and only then did you realize just how much noise you'd been making. Your cheeks heated at the realization, feeling your breath catching in your throat, rapid and uneven, whimpers and whines and a whole host of other, embarrassing sounds trapped beneath the firm press of Lando's large hand. You were so worked up that even that thought, the sheer size of his palm against you, how those thick, nimble fingers would feel between your thighs, made you whine louder, hips speeding up as you sought some kind of friction. Lando's eyes darkened as you ground yourself onto him, harder, faster, hand tightening around your waist and thighs flexing underneath you. He was holding back, you could tell, his restraint hanging by a thread, and every move you made threatened to fray that thread to its breaking point.

You wanted to make him snap.

There would be another time to savor this, to take your time, to memorize every inch of him, later.

You raised one of your hands from his broad shoulders, gripping the hand that covered your mouth and tapping twice. Immediately, Lando removed his hand, eyes filling with concern that he'd done something wrong, but before he could ask you were already whining again.

"Please, Lan," you begged, hips pressing down as harshly as you could manage. "Need you so bad, please, please," your voice was thin and breathy, and if you weren't nearly delirious from finally having this, having him, within your grasp, you might've been embarrassed by it. "Don't tease me, I c - can't take it."

Lando's head fell back with a groan, making no effort to silence himself as he did with you. "Fuck, darling, you want me that much, huh?" You nodded eagerly, hips continuing their grind as you felt Lando's cock twitch beneath you. "Such a desperate little thing, aren't you?" he asked, latching his mouth on the flesh of your breast, sucking a harsh mark into the delicate skin. Low enough that your family wouldn't be able to see, you realized, but dark enough that you'd have a reminder of him on your skin for the next few days. The thought made you flush with heat. The sudden bite of Lando's teeth on your tit shocked you out of your haze. "I asked you a question, sweetheart."

You blinked down at him, bleary eyed, "W-what?"

His grin was wicked as he looked up at you, "Aw, poor baby's already going cock dumb and I haven't even fucked you yet." Your cheeks heated, and he didn't give you the time to gather yourself enough to formulate a comeback. "I asked if you were a desperate little thing for me? You desperate for me to fuck you stupid, darling?"

A whine escaped your lips, unbidden, at his words, and the look in his eyes told you he wouldn't let you deny its cause. "God, yes, Lan, yes I'm so desperate for you, want you to fuck me so bad, I - fuck -"

The sensation of his fingers sliding your thong to the side scrambled your brains again, scattering any thoughts you'd managed to gather. The rough, calloused pad of his thumb brushed over your clit, and your body rocked violently into his hold, chasing the pleasure. "Keep talking to me, sweetheart, tell me what you want. Tell me all the filthy things my pretty little girl wants me to do to her," he whispered into your ear, lips going back to attacking your neck.

"W-want - want you to - ah- fuck me with your fingers, think about those p-perfect hands all the - fuck - t-time, want your thick fingers in me before you fuck me, Lando," you moaned out, pushing through even though your whines threatened to interrupt you.

"Good girl," he purred, sliding his middle finger through your folds, moaning into your neck at the feel of you. "So fucking wet f'me, darling, fuck," his left hand tweaked your nipple, as his right slowly sank a finger into you. The sound he let out was almost animalistic as he felt you clenching around him, reacting to the stretch that even one of his fingers made you feel. "Holy shit, you're so tight, baby," he lifted his head to be level with yours, wanting to watch your face as he touched you. "How am I gonna fit my cock into this tight little pussy of yours if you can barely take one of my fingers?"

The only answer you could give him was a needy moan, one that had his left hand going back up, not to cover your mouth, but to rest on your throat. "Shh, remember, sweetheart, you don't want your parents to hear us, do you?"

You shook your head fiercely, but immediately lost your train of thought again as Lando began to pump his finger in and out of you, slowly to let you adjust. His thumb landed firmly back on your clit, and the way he curled his long, thick fingers had him reaching a spot inside of you you'd never managed to reach before.

"What else do you want me to do, darling? Don't tell me you've already gone brainless? I've barely gotten started with you."

"Want more, Lan, want you to stretch me with your fingers so you can fuck me, want to feel you - oh, god," you barely managed to catch yourself before you screamed at the feeling of Lando pushing another finger into you. Even though he was aided by your wetness, Lando slowed his pace as he let you adjust again, easing into you as gently as possible as he maintained his circles on your clit.

"Want to feel me what, sweetheart?" he encouraged, curling his fingers to that same spot, this time hitting it hit his index and middle fingers and making your brain short circuit.

"Want to - Lan - w-want, I, fuck," you babbled, head falling to the crook of Lando's shoulder as you struggled for words.

"Come on, now, darling, be a good girl and tell me what you want. You do want to be a good girl f'me, don't you?" He chuckled lightly at how quickly you nodded, head staying buried in his neck.

"I- I want t-to feel you in me, feel your cock in me, feel you stretch me out with it, f-feel you fill me up - stuff me full with you, with your cum, leave me dripping with it."

The hand on your throat tightened harshly, briefly, before both of Lando's hands were off you and working on his swim trunks. "Jesus christ, baby, you've got a dirty little mouth on you. Such a perfect fucking girl for me, darling, such a dirty little thing, god you're perfect," he mumbled the praises into your mouth, stopping every so often to kiss you tenderly, hungrily, as his hands made quick work of the tie on his swim trunks, pulling them down enough to let his cock spring free. Your eyes widened involuntarily at the sight of it slapping against his stomach, the hard muscles of his abs and the red, leaking tip of his cock mesmerizing you.

You lifted your hips, allowing Lando to yank you closer to him until you hovered just over his cock, both of your hands bracing against his shoulders as one of his went under your dress to guide his cock through your folds.

"You want me to fuck you, sweetheart?"

"Yes, please Lan, please, ple-"

You had to cover your mouth with your own hand this time, the stretch of his cock making your eyes water, tears springing from them. Lando stared straight into your eyes as he sank you down onto his cock, bottom lip trapped between his teeth in a feeble attempt to silence himself. Both of his hands landed on your hips, gripping harshly as he held himself back from fucking up into you right away.

"God, baby you're so tight, you have such a perfect little cunt," he panted, eyes fixed on yours, not wanting to miss a single expression on your face. Finally, he bottomed out, the slow glide of his cock in you heavenly, fingers flexing against you as he forced himself to be patient.

A weak whimper left you despite the hand over your mouth as you slowly rose up, dropping harshly back onto Lando's cock and digging in your fingers at the sensation.

"Fuuuuuuuck," Lando ground out, hips bucking slightly up into you as you sank back down on him again.

It didn't take long for your legs to begin to shake, pace faltering as you grew tired. "Lando," you breathed out, head nestled in the crook of his neck again.

"Yes, darling?" His voice was thin, reedy, telling you he was just as affected as you were, even if he was better at hiding it.

"Can't - can't," your own gasp interrupted you as the head of Lando's cock hit a particularly sensitive spot inside you. "Too tired, need you to - god."

Lando chuckled, chest rumbling underneath your forehead, "You need me to do it for you, baby? You already too fucked out to move?"

"Please," you whined, unable to muster any embarrassment at the desperation in your voice. He knew he did this to you. Why bother trying to hide it?

Something in your neediness got to him, hands sliding up to your waist and squeezing as he gave himself a better hold on you. "That's a good girl. Don't worry, sweetheart, I've got you."

He lifted you off his cock, before slamming you back down onto him, hips fucking up into you harshly. The feeling of him manhandling you with ease was nearly enough to make you come on its own, but that combined with the way he kept hitting that spot inside of you, over, and over, and over again? You were so close you felt like you were going to explode.

And Lando knew it, too. Could tell from the way your hands scrabbled for purchase on his muscular shoulders, the way your head went limp on his shoulder as you gave him complete control over your body, from the way you clenched around him, and when he dropped one of his hands to graze a thumb over your clit as he fucked up into you, you were helpless to do anything but collapse into his embrace as you rode out your high.

Lando continued to hold you up by your waist, limbs sluggish and heavy, as he chased his own high, spurred on by your whimpers of overstimulation. But what finally pushed him over the edge was the sound of your voice, wrecked and fucked out, whispering weakly in his ear, "Please, Lando, please fill me up."

He came with a groan that he tried to bury in your neck, nipping lightly at the skin as he came down, chest heaving and moving you with it since you still hadn't managed to regain control of your own body just yet. The feeling of him painting your walls made you whimper, unintentionally clenching around him again, which elicited a deep groan from him.

"You keep squeezing me like that, darling, and you're gonna get me hard again."

You giggled, which earned you a playful swat on the ass from Lando, chuckling along with you as he stroked your cheek tenderly, admiring you in your post-orgasm haze.

"Lan-"

"Dinner is ready! Hurry up and get down here, we're starving!" The sound of your brother's voice jolted both of you out of your stupor, matching looks of panic on your faces.

Before you could say anything else, Lando whispers, "We're talking about this later tonight, sweetheart." Placing a kiss on your cheek, Lando lifts you off of him, hissing at the feeling, and setting you on your bed next to him before getting up and running across the hall to his room.

After you managed to muster the strength to move, you quickly fixed your dress, trying to make sure that your face and hair weren't dead giveaways for just having had the best sex of your life. You rushed downstairs, blaming your breathlessness on having run to dispel your mother's concern, and sat down quickly, trying to avoid any questions about what had taken you so long.

A few seconds later, Lando joined you, sitting across from you, eyes burning into you in a way that made you shift in your seat. That turned out to be a huge mistake, because just as your brother passed you the salad, Lando's cum leaked out of you as you realized belatedly that not only had you not cleaned up, but you hadn't even put your panties back on. You froze, quickly shifting back and squeezing your thighs together in an effort to stop him from seeping out of you, and miraculously, none of your family seemed to notice.

But the way your eyes widened told Lando exactly what had happened.

When your parents asked how the dinner was, you stammered out some poor excuse of a response, not really knowing how to speak to your family with Lando's cum dripping out of you.

Lando shot you a wicked grin, winking quickly enough that no one else saw it, and stared right into your eyes as he answered.

"Delicious."

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bangtaninink · 2 years

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hello! first of all i'm sooooo happy you're back! literally screamed when i saw your notifications omg i've missed you so much 🫶

and for drabble request: “my mother adores you.” with fwb!jungkook pls? <33

drabble 001 member jeon jeongguk (jungkook) au friends with benefits

in the middle of the meeting, you look down at your phone, rolling your eyes and holding back a smile, barely paying attention to what your father says. beside him, your mother sits smiling calmly, constantly fixing her hair in what you recognise as an act of boredom; you can't blame her, considering you feel the same way.

"excuse me," you say quietly, tucking your chair back under the table and slipping out of the back door, almost certain that your father will have something to say about it when the meeting is over.

you look down at your phone, chuckling quietly to yourself, before lifting it to your ear.

"yo," jeongguk answers.

"what now?" you say, leaning against the wall. "this better be good; i'm about to get roasted by my dad for leaving a meeting."

"so... is that a yes to you being free right now then?"

"what do you need?"

"can i come up?"

"tsk. if you must."

"oh, i must, alright. i must hard."

"oh god," you groan. "right now? with my parents in the same building? you've got balls, jeon."

"what? no! no, i wasn't talking about sex," jeongguk says, gasping. "although, if you're down... hey, i'm not gonna complain."

"hmm. maybe i don't want you to come up after all."

"no, come on, i swear i'll be quick!"

"wow, give yourself a bit more credit than that, babe."

"don't – you'll make my dick hard."

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"are you fucking serious right now?"

"i'm dead serious right now," jeongguk says, straightfaced. "seriously. blue or black?"

your eyes dart back and forth between a pair of black slacks and a pair of navy blue slacks jeongguk holds in each hand, before looking up at him, speechless.

"you pulled me out of a meeting to help you pick out pants?" you ask, scoffing. "my dad's gonna kill us both."

"hey, i've seen your dad on tv. he dresses nice. if anyone will appreciate this dilemma i've got going on, it'll be him," jeongguk replies, lips pursed as he looks down at the pair of black slacks, before his gaze drifts over to the navy pair.

"tch. yeah right. a stylist dresses my parents before they appear at a press conference, or on tv, or anywhere where there's cameras."

"wait, for real? damn, who's your stylist then? maybe they can help me choose which pants to wear."

you shut your eyes and sigh, arms crossed over your chest as you sit down in your chair behind your desk.

"what do you need to wear these pants for anyway?" you ask. "i've never seen you in anything but ripped jeans, sweatpants, or nothing at all. i didn't even think you owned slacks."

"oh, i didn't. i just bought these today," jeongguk says, sitting in the armchair directly across from you, pants draped over his leg. "as for why i need these pants... that's a secret."

you arch an eyebrow. "a secret?"

"all you need to know is that i'll be wearing them at a pretty fancy restaurant, that i most definitely probably can't afford, but am going to anyway."

"oh my god." you lean forward, eager, grin growing on your lips. "you finally asked hana out, didn't you?"

"i'd rather die, babe."

"where're you taking her? somewhere in gangnam, i bet."

"i don't wanna be within three feet of her – ever."

you throw your head back and laugh, falling back into your seat.

"alright, alright, fine, don't tell me. regardless of where you're wearing the pants, i think it's best you try them on and see which ones suit you more," you say, shrugging.

"oh. good idea," jeongguk says, suddenly rising to his feet, fingers already undoing his belt buckle.

"wait, here?"

"you've seen me in worse conditions, sweet cheeks."

"i— yeah, okay, good point. go ahead."

"also, after this thing that i'm going to at the very fancy restaurant i can't afford, you wanna come over after? i don't anticipate a very successful outcome, so i'll need to let off some steam somehow."

"you have such a way with words, jeongguk," you say, laughing.

"yeah, yeah. i'm a real poet," jeongguk says, unzipping his jeans and pushing them down his legs. "how 'bout it? wanna fu—"

"_____? we need to t—"

with his pants halfway down his thighs, jeongguk freezes at the sound of your office door swinging open, your parents storming in and abruptly stopping at the sight of him, almost pants-less.

"oh my!" your mother cries, hand on her chest.

"what the hell is this?!" your father cries, lurching forward.

"wait, wait, wait! dad, wait!" you say, quickly standing and rounding your desk to stand between your parents and jeongguk, who frantically fumbles, trying to pull his jeans back up.

"why is a boy taking his pants off in front of you in your office?!"

"i told him to."

"you did what?!"

"wait, dad! that's not what i meant!" you cry, holding your hands out in front of you. "not like that! this is... well, i guess there's no time like the present. this is my... uh, friend, jeongguk. uh, jeongguk? these are my parents?"

"it's very nice— oh shit." jeongguk fixes his hold on his jeans, not properly done up yet, gathering the button and zipper and his belt in one hand to hold out the other towards your father. "it's very nice to meet you, sir. ma'am."

realising your father won't budge, your mother reaches out to gently shake jeongguk's hand with polite laughter.

"well, this is certainly one way to meet someone new," she says.

tripping over his foot, jeongguk stumbles slightly, almost losing his hold on his pants.

"uh, maybe you guys should go to dad's office?" you suggest. "maybe let jeongguk get dressed?"

"yes, of course," your mother says. "let's give him some space. come on, dear."

"we'll talk about this later," your father says, stern, not taking his eyes off jeongguk, even as your mother tugs on his arm to pull him out of the room.

"well," jeongguk says quietly over your shoulder, fixing his pants properly and doing up his belt. "that was... surprising."

"oh yeah. that's definitely how i wanted you to meet my parents. my dad loves you. my mother adores you. they'll be asking you to marry me next week, i just know it."

"hey, it could've been worse. i could've been completely naked."

you sigh, following your parents, arm outstretched to shut your office door. "you couldn't wait a couple hours to ask me about your stupid pants dilemma?"

"oh, um, wait! _____'s mom and dad!" jeongguk says, raising his hand just before your parents can leave your office entirely. "can i ask you both something?"

you whip your head around so fast, you're surprised you don't pull something in your neck.

"for the love of god, jeon jeongguk, don't," you say quietly, eyes wide.

jeongguk ignores you.

"do you think black slacks or navy blue slacks would look better on me?"

#jeon jeongguk #jungkook #bts #bts drabble #fwb!au #YOU HAVE MY NOTIFS ON?!#whyyyyyy #i cry that's so sweet????#also i true me style this is no where near drabble length #i have once again gotten carried away

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FOREVER GRATEFUL | JJK

PAIRING: jeon jungkook x fem!reader.

SUMMARY: jeon jungkook was a man like no other, one that cared for you and your sinful needs more than he should, and for that you will forever be grateful.

WC: 5.6k

WARNINGS: age gap, jungkook’s older than reader (although there’s no mention of a specific age), their relationship is not the healthiest but they manage, jk’s line of work is not specified but it is hinted that it’s illegal, small (very small) mention of blood, pet names (doll, princess, pretty girl…), it is hinted —and mentioned, that reader doesn’t have much experience about sex, smut, pwp (porn with plot because I got carried away, but only here and there), restraining, blindfolding, unprotected sex (be better), fingering, light choking, biting, marking, name calling (slut, dumb), jk cumming inside reader, i kinda rushed the end so it’s not that good tbh. 18+ only!

A/N: so… this is my first time writing for the boys since I created my account, I hope this is not as bad as I think it is and that you can enjoy your reading. Lmk what you think and also, english is not my first language so if there’s any grammar/spelling mistakes pls just ignore them <3!

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“Stay still.”

A husky voice rang into your ears, making a feeling as warm as the sun start to spread through your whole body; an electrifying sensation running through your veins, while goosebumps found solace on your skin. His voice has always been your favorite sound. The raspiness and low register adorning the man’s voice often got you weak in the knees, whenever he would whisper to you or call your name. And this time was no different, however, it seemed to have a stronger power over you. As magnetic as the voice of a siren, pulling the unlucky sailors out of the safety of their boats and into the depths of the cold water of the ocean; ready to devour them in such a frenzy that the last thing you could hear from the poor men was the start of a plea that would forever be unfinished.

Regardless of the difference between scenarios, the comparison seemed to be fitting. Jeon Jungkook was often described as magnetic, with the words alluring and charming following not so far behind. It would explain why you were found in such an interesting predicament at the moment.

A chill breeze brushing over your warm, bare skin, snapped you out of your wandering thoughts. The indication was short and simple. Discard your clothes from the very first moment you walk into the room and wait for him in bed. And so, your body, as many times before, was left completely exposed to Junkook’s hungry eyes; moreover, his eagerness to devour you was crystal clear, not daring to hide his fervent desire of having another taste of your sweet body. Watching you like a predator would to its prey.

His hands were tingling with excitement, for the future adventure both of you would go through, in a matter of minutes. Tonight, like many others, was dedicated solely to you, to your enjoyment; for you to, once again, discover a part of yourself that has yet to see the morning sun and yet to taste the deliciousness of the unknown. A new experience, a new journey, a brand new feeling for you to replay over and over again in your head, during those painfully lonely nights, when you could only find calmness in the feather-like touch of your fingers, running through your needy and greedy body.

Jungkook, however, knew exactly what he was doing by making you wait until your breaking point, waiting for a whine to fall from your precious lips, or for your desperate hand to reach out to him, whatever happens first, but in a silent plea for even a sliver of his attention. He had memorized every gesture, every reaction, every movement you would do, and it entertained the man more than it should.

“You’re tense.” Jungkook pointed out, easing the knots in your shoulders with his skillful hands. “What’s gotten you this aggravated, princess?”

It was the mocking tone, the graceful touch, or even his inviting eyes; whatever it was, it served as a decisive factor to push yourself forward and wrap your arms around his empty neck, like a snake would with its prey; hard and firm.

Desperate hands were first, then.

“You.” An answer was uttered, yet there was a lack of reaction from the man in front of you.

“Could’ve fooled me.” Jungkook taunted, acknowledging the power he had over you. “But don’t think I have forgotten the order I gave you.”

It left you confused for a good second, before his strong hands reached out for yours, stripping himself off from your needy touch.

“Stay still.” Jeon ordered once again, smirking once you obeyed.

You knew better than to challenge him, knowing that your safest option was to follow his instructions with no objection, if you wanted to get your awaited reward, that is.

Who would have thought that you’d be so accustomed to this routine. If asked, then give. If given, then be grateful for it.

The older man has improved your sex life in a matter of a few months, introducing your inexperienced self to the wonders of healthy and eccentric intercourse. Jungkook has proven to you many times in the span of a few months that your negative expectations of sex were granted by your poorly skilled sexual partners. Never once experiencing a dull moment since you were left in the dangerous hands of Jeon Jungkook.

If asked, then give. If given, be grateful.

Just like a believer would with whatever God sets in their path. Just like a kid would when a gift was left under the Christmas tree. You were grateful. It was easy to be. For it was gratefulness that had been installed within you from the moment yours and Jungkook’s paths have crossed.

Nonetheless, as grateful as you were, the hesitation in the back of your head didn’t seem to want to leave. The more Jungkook gave you, the more you wondered if you deserved it. But it reasoned with you that the true cause for your indecisiveness was the premise under which your relationship with the tattooed man had developed.

They don’t make men like him anymore, it’s what your friend had told you when she first introduced you to him, and it scared you. It frightened you that your only option to survive in such a cruel world was to cling to a man that was yet to explain what his line of work was. But then again, you didn’t want to know.

If Jungkook came back from work, looking unkempt and exhausted it was none of your business. That blood stain has always been on his shirt for all you knew. His sketchy friends have never once disrespected you, and that was enough for the time being. If he has broken the law, you don't need to know.

You would never know.

If asked, then give. If given, be grateful. If grateful, show it.

That’s a matter in which you could actually participate. In fact, it’s the way you were taught to be for the past few months.

You earn what you’re given, so show manners and be thankful.

Don’t question, just take. A mindset that has gotten you to where you were right now. In the bedroom of, by far, the most dangerous man in all Korea. Yet, not once has your well-being been threatened, and for that you're grateful.

And you're about to show it.

“You deserve it.” Jungkook reminded you before straying away to roam through his drawers.

The anticipation was killing you. Your eager eyes couldn’t see past his bare and muscular back facing you. Jeon thrived on the way your lustful gaze would always settle on his body, hence the lack of a shirt. Only a low waisted pair of jeans, that allowed you to see the hem of his Calvin Klein underwear, were preventing you from seeing his firm thighs.

You enjoyed the view, more than you probably should. How his muscles flexed when he moved, and the way his toned back shone under the dim light of the room.

It was such a delectable sight for your painfully sore eyes.

“You ready?” The question snapped you out of your thoughts, making you notice how close he was now.

“Yes.” You answered with light hesitation.

Your major enemy showing up once again: indecisiveness. But that wouldn’t stop you from giving yourself to the man in front of you. Not this time.

“Yes, what?” Jeon insisted. “Don’t forget your manners.”

“Yes, sir, I’m ready.” It fell naturally from your lips.

A satisfied smirk appeared on his face.

“Good girl.”

The dark haired man reached out for your wrists, placing a delicate kiss on both of them before tying them with a silky tie of his, and forcing your wandering hands to stay still once and for all.

“Do you trust me?” Jungkook gently asked.

“No, sir, I don’t.”

It was the only correct answer, and both you and Jungkook knew it.

The moment he earned your trust would be the moment he’d have to leave you behind, to fend for yourself and for you to learn how to navigate through the dark corners of your unlucky life.

Trusting him means leaving your guard down, leaving your guard down means being vulnerable, and Jungkook knew better than to be vulnerable, especially in the type of life he lived in. He didn’t want you to make that mistake, and if it meant giving you reasons to doubt him, then so be it.

“Are you gonna do as I say?” Jeon inquired.

“I will.”

“Good.” He leaned down to steal a harsh kiss from you. “You have no idea how bad I’m going to ruin you tonight.”

A slight shiver ran down your spine, knowing too well that his words were far from being an empty promise.

His tattooed hands descended on your bare body, ever so delicate, ever so tender. A stark contrast to what his real intentions were, and it left you craving more of it. Your insatiable desire for being thoroughly worshiped by his lips, his hands, all of him. It was never enough, and it will never be.

Like a stray dog in need of being fed, you needed his touch to be satisfied. Luckily for you, Jungkook was always a man to deliver everything you asked for, even if not verbally.

His eyes, never swerving from your body, took in all the reactions you gave him; from the way your lips formed a perfect o-shape, freeing the most delicious sounds, to how your back arched oh so naturally when his already trained fingers made their way towards the south part of your body. The place where he would get baptized every night, like a strong believer. Ending his thirst with the holy liquid you would suffice him with, not once asking for anything in return, but thankful of his merciful goddess showing appreciation for his dedication.

The only thing is, you weren’t a goddess and he wasn’t a believer. And the whole scenario was way more dirty in reality than what you’d often fantasize.

“Such a pretty doll.” Jungkook brought you back into reality with his husky voice, “Always so responsive.”

His middle finger traveled down to reach your entrance, teasing you with his light touch. Waiting for your reaction, waiting for you to beg. But just like he knew you so well, it was easy for you to tell when he wanted something from you. So rather than give Jungkook what he wanted, you settled for playing a game that would get you in a situation where not even God would help you.

You moved your hips ever so lightly, testing how far you could go without the tattooed man reminding you who’s in charge. Chasing his touch was easy, attaining it was a whole different story. And it was proven to you that tonight the ball was not in your court, when all you got was a chuckle from the man, while he retrieved his hand and leaned down to be face to face with you.

“Have you not learned anything yet, princess?” His dark voice made you tremble in your spot. “Or have you forgotten how things work around here, hm?”

Unwilling to answer, the only response he got from you was a strained whine, yet Jeon could see the desperation in your eyes, the fervent desire to be ruined by him, to be left defenseless and at his complete mercy. Your body wasn’t yours anymore; it stopped being yours the moment he set his eyes on you.

Jeon Jungkook owned you, that much was obvious. And as terrifying as it was, the fact was equally thrilling.

“How badly do you want me?” He tried again, with a question that drove you crazy. “Be good for me and say the words, princess.”

Wasn’t it evident? People often thought that you were too harsh to deal with, too rude, too much to handle. It didn’t offend you, nor did it crack your heart whenever someone would complain about your hot temper and crude attitude. However, at this precise moment, you were giving the man in front of you exactly what he was asking for, albeit not verbally, but your body was working on its own accord. For every light touch, Jeon would get a shiver, squirming, even a plea from your eyes. Any reaction that was in the books, you were already serving it for him.

Nonetheless, it seemed like you weren’t compliant enough for the older man.

“So bad.” You opted to respond instead, finally giving in. “I need you, I want you. Please, sir.”

It was like music to his ears. Your delightful voice, flying through the room as if it were the sweetest melody. Not even the singing of an angel would achieve the reaction that you were pulling from Jungkook right now. Just listening to you beg for him, that’s all Jeon ever wanted.

“You are being so good and polite, baby.” He praised you. “I’ll give you what you need, but…” The dark haired man drifted off, pulling out a blindfold from the back of his jeans. “I’m afraid we’ll do it my way.”

Terrifying, as looking into the depths of a deserted forest, but it was sinful enough for you to crave it. It was exciting regardless of what the whole ordeal entailed. Therefore, when the tall man approached you, with a silky blindfold resting on his hands, you were ready to follow his orders with no objections.

In a matter of seconds you were deprived of Junkook’s hard features, leaving you with a view of pure darkness, and causing your body to start squirming and moving around due to the anticipation. It was difficult to find calmness in such a stressful moment, but you managed. However, Jeon decided to start toying with you, taking advantage of the fact that you were unaware of your surroundings. And so his fingers commenced a trip down the tender flesh of your neck, rapidly traveling down your collarbones and lightly gracing your nipples, only for later on to pinch both of your buds in a harsh manner, one that ripped a strained gasp out of your mouth.

A sardonic smile took place on his face, however, you couldn’t see it. His free hand traveled up to push your cheeks together, enjoying how plump your lips looked and not being able to resist the urge to bite them.

Your breath hitched in your throat when you felt his teeth sinking in the flesh of your lips, along with the way his fingers were kneading every inch of your body.

“Relax and stay still.” Jeon ordered. “I know you’ll love this.”

His soothing voice was helping you to calm down, but it wasn’t enough. The sensations that were running through your body and the lack of proper touch left you in an unbearable agony. You craved to feel him closer, for his skin touching yours, for his breath mixing with yours while your bodies were intertwined in a passionate race to free both of your souls. What he was giving you wasn’t enough, but then again, when has it been?

A greedy little thing, that’s what Jungkook has always called you. And rightfully so, because you longed for him in ways no one else had done, and it scared him. Jeon was afraid you might be too attached to him, moreover, to your own idea of him. The way you would reach for his hand, almost as second nature, when you were out and about, or how your eyes always gravitated towards his figure whenever he stepped into a room. That terrified him. Because it meant you were addicted to him in the same way he was to you, and that could only mean trouble in the long run.

Tonight, however, was not about his fears and insecurities. Tonight was meant to be for you; to supply you with the utmost pleasure you were able to handle, and even if you couldn’t, Jungkook was willing to give you more than what you asked for. So rather than letting his mind wander to places he wasn’t fond of, the man decided to grant you what you were desperately looking for.

His slender fingers slid into your warm hole, filling you up as best as possible. Moving in ways that would haunt you forever, as a reminder that no one —not even yourself, will be able to touch you and treat you like he could.

“There you go…” He muttered, so close to your ear that made you shiver. “Is that enough for my little slut?”

His husky voice echoed through every corner of the room, pulling a light gasp out of you. It wasn’t strange for you to hear him say such lewd things or call you such unspeakable names, but every single time he did, it awakened a wild sensation within you.

Answering to his question you shook your head no, adamant to get more of him, and desperately wanting to be filled to the brim with something more than his fingers.

“More…” You begged. “Please, more.”

His fingers were avidly moving, pumping in and out of your velvety walls at a steady pace. His touch seemed to be enhanced and it felt much more than any other time. Whether it was because you couldn’t see nor could you touch anything, or because of his skillful movements, you couldn’t tell. Nevertheless, there was no complaint. It felt terribly good.

“Yes, please don’t stop.”

Your whiny voice was making Jungkook experience unspeakable things. He was eager to have you, eager to touch you, eager to have a taste of you. But more importantly, so desperate to fuck you. In the same way he awakened a wild side of you with his dark stare, you drove him absolutely crazy with the little noises you made. Furthermore, having you underneath him, moaning his name while squirming in pleasure, and feeling pure bliss due to how good he made you feel, was boosting his ego.

Jeon Jungkook was a man that always strived to be praised, even for the little and insignificant things. So to say he was thrilled and satisfied by the way you were chanting his name like a sinful prayer, along with how your body was responding insanely good to his touch, would be an enormous understatement.

He was on the verge of losing control and claiming you in such an animalistic way, that would leave anyone who happened to be near his room, concerned for your well-being.

“Have I ever told you how beautiful you look like this?” It was a question that didn’t need an answer.

Jungkook was entranced by the way you were reacting to his touch, watching your skin coated in goosebumps and how your legs would try to wrap around his waist to pull him closer, in need of him. It has always amazed him how innocent and clueless you looked and acted on the daily, yet somehow you knew what to do to make him act up, to drive him crazy. It was as if you were just pretending to know nothing just to tease him, just to make him never leave you, but deep down Jungkook knew you were sincere.

Your life has been tough, to say the least, and he knew you were in need of guidance, in need of someone to hold your hand and walk you through the crude stages of life. Jeon has never told you, but part of the reason why he took interest in you was due to his protective instinct. The older man knew you needed protection, from who or what? It wasn’t clear, but he instantly knew he was the right one to do it.

Oddly enough, there was no one better than the most dangerous man in South Korea to keep you safe.

But the way you would act so innocently drove him crazy.

Even when you tried to act confident, there was this sprinkle of hesitation every time you did something —indecisiveness striking again. And it was difficult to ignore it, moreover, it was difficult to hide it. The man could see right through your weak act, and spot your nervousness from miles away.

Even when you sucked him off in his office after a tiring meeting, he knew you were slightly scared to do such a thing.

Someone pretending to be clueless wouldn’t act as eager and clumsy as you did back then, although there has been some improvement since that time. Your teeth wouldn’t make an appearance anymore, you would use the right amount of saliva to make it messy but still look appealing for Jeon. The man loved how now you use more of your tongue to tease his tip and how far he could go into your throat. But none of that would’ve been attained without his help.

If given, be grateful. If grateful, show it.

It all goes back to the same predicament: you often showing your thankfulness for every little thing Jungkook has done for you.

He saved you, in the same way that a human would take an injured bird into their home to help it heal. Only for the person to cage it after the bird it’s back on its feet. Whereas Jeon Jungkook saved you from your previous way of living, he also owned you, preventing you from leaving his side.

Your broken moan snapped the dark haired man back into reality. His eyes were glazed with lust, looking right down on you and your tempting body.

“Are you close yet, doll?”

He knew you were. Jungkook could feel you clenching on his fingers, but he wanted to hear it from you.

“Yes, I’m so close.” You whined.

Your hands were moving so much, trying to break free from the tie that was preventing you from touching him. Jeon silently enjoyed it, he enjoyed how addicted to him you were, that it was a torture for you to not touch him in any way. You were so accustomed to feeling him, every single inch, that being restrained felt like pure hell.

“Please… More, faster…” You once again begged, and this time Jungkook couldn’t handle it.

Ignoring your protests, he pulled his fingers out, rapidly stripping off the rest of his clothes to position himself in between your legs. Because yes, he was on the verge of losing control before, but now his racional side flew out the window, and so he couldn’t wait a second longer to be wrapped in the warmth of your walls, ready to take him in.

“My sweet girl, don’t be impatient.” Jungkook cooed at you. “I’ll give you something better.”

Without further ado, he thrusted into you with a hard pump. It ripped a moan out of you, making you tug at the tie even more. You were beyond annoyed that you couldn’t touch him nor could you see his beautiful figure while he fucked you, although it enhanced the rest of your senses.

You could hear his little noises more clearly, feel his touch even better than you usually would, and taste him so much more in every kiss he gave you. It was truly a blessing and a curse.

“You’re so tight, Y/n.” Jungkook gritted through his teeth, preventing himself from moving manically just yet.

Jeon could see the struggle in your face, the way you were clenching on his dick so hard that it was almost impossible for him to move. No matter how many times he’s fucked you, you would never get accustomed to his size. But in reality, the actual problem was that the man hasn’t done exactly that in a while.

Truth be told, there was a reason for your eagerness, for your desperation. For your ambition to have more of him. Jungkook has been neglecting you the past couple of days, perhaps not on purpose, but his line of work has required him to travel to the other side of the world for a whole week. And now that he was back you were ready to trap him in your limbs for as long as you could have him.

“I haven’t fucked you in a while that your pussy is already forgetting how my cock feels, huh?” He acknowledged the situation. “Maybe I’ll have to remind this tight cunt who owns it.”

Without a warning, he gave a hard thrust once again, bottoming out. You wanted to tell him that you didn’t forget how big his dick was or how good it felt. Many nights you fantasized about his fat cock pounding into you while the only thing you could use to pleasure yourself was your fingers. It was such a sad comparison, especially because it proved that what he once told you was completely true.

No one will be ever able to satisfy your carnal needs in the same way that he does. No one will be able to make you come undone with their touch. You could only daydream about Jungkook rocking into you hard and rough, during those lonely nights when the only thing you could use was your small fingers.

Luckily for you, now you have it, the real thing. Now you could feel the tip of his cock hitting every right spot the more the thrusted into you. His veiny member slamming over and over into your throbbing cunt, crying for more of him.

“So fucking greedy. My dirty slut can never get enough of me, huh?” Jungkook groaned, “Look at you, already a mess and I’ve barely done anything, sweetheart.”

It was such a true statement. Even if there was no way for you to look at yourself, you were sure of your disheveled appearance. Sweat was coating your skin, making your messy hair stick to your forehead and nape, your lips were now swollen and shiny due to the wet kisses Jeon has shared with you.

But it has always been like this. Jeon always knew what to do, what to say, how to touch you to turn you into a babbling and whiny mess, one who could only chant his name and ask for more, like the little ambitious and greedy girl you were. Regardless of the way you would sometimes demand more of his attention, more of his touch, he loved it. The tattooed man loved how ruined you looked at the end of your rendezvous, staring at your tear stained cheeks and swollen lips. Jungkook was always fascinated by how fucked out you were once he was done with everything, it was his favorite look on you.

“You like this, don’t you? Being used like a fuck toy, not being able to do anything to fight me.” The older man let out a dark chuckle, while one of his hands crept up to wrap itself around your throat. “So defenseless and needy, letting me do anything to you.”

The more he talked the closer you got. You knew it was a matter of time for you to cum. And you couldn’t be more thankful for that.

Jungkook kept rocking into you at a rapid and harsh pace, fucking your brains out while calling you names that he knew would pull a reaction out of you.

“My dumb baby, taking me so well.” He praised you. “You always know how to take my cock, willing to let me fuck this pretty pussy however I want.”

You could only nod, gasping for air and moving your hips to meet his thrusts as best as possible. It was like a race to see which one would finish first, although it was clear that the man ramming into you would not relent until you were crying and shaking underneath him.

“Fuck, you drive me crazy.” He confessed, leaning down to kiss your soft lips.

His free hand traveled down in between your legs to place his skilled thumb over your clit. His movements were like a bucket of cold water poured over your burning skin. It calmed the building fire in between your legs, just as much as it fueled your already approaching orgasm.

“You feel so amazing around my dick.” Jeon hissed over your lips, hypnotized by the way his aching cock would get lost into your soaked cunt.

“Oh god…” You moaned. “Please don’t stop, I’m so fucking close.”

“Wouldn’t dream of it.” A promise, far from being empty.

It was clear that Jeon was getting close as well by the way he so desperately was pounding into you, moaning lowly and leaning down to bite your neck.

His lips and teeth were doing wonders on your skin, marking you up with his bites and sucking on your flesh as well. Jungkook was devouring you, tasting you, ruining you as he promised.

“Holy shit…” He said in a raspy voice. “You’re all mine, aren’t you? Only I can make you feel like this.”

“Yes, yes, yes…” You chanted back, but it wasn’t enough for him.

“Come on, tell me, pretty girl.” He requested. “Tell me you’re mine.”

“I’m yours. I’m all yours.” You slurred your words out.

It only encouraged the man to fuck you harder, meaner, faster… Exactly how you liked it. Jungkook was aware of it, he knew you like the palm of his hand, and although it was concerning how much he knew about you, it also came in handy in moments like this.

“Shit, I’m gonna cum.” Jungkook alerted you, snapping both of you from your wandering thoughts.

“Cum, inside me.” You croaked out, biting on your bottom lip.

It was a risky request, something that you might regret in the future, not only because you weren’t on any contraception, but it entailed being connected to him in such an intimate way, one that neither of you were ready for.

“Are you sure?” He asked with a soft tone, yet you could hear the agitation in his voice. “Are you okay with… oh fuck, with me cumming in you?”

“Yes, yes, please. Just do it, fill me up, please.” You struggled to say. “I need to feel your cum deep inside me.”

Jungkook felt like dying with the lewd words you were spewing.

You were drunk on the ecstasy of the whole experience. Not being able to look at your surroundings, being restrained, the way Jeon was pistoning into you, hitting spots that no one has ever been able to reach before; the sinful words spilling from his lips, his hand still wrapped around your neck, albeit more loosely now. Everything was clouding your mind and leaving you in such a lax state, that prevented you from forming any coherent thought.

Regardless, your consensual words were all he needed to let go, shooting his hot cum inside of your greedy pussy.

“Oh god…” Jungkook moaned, burying his face in the crook of your neck.

His orgasm triggered yours, throwing you over the edge in a matter of seconds, right after he came. Your whimpers were loud and high pitched, your body was burning and trembling, and you were sure the light makeup you were previously wearing was smudged by now.

You were panting, trying your best to calm your agitated breathing. Jungkook was still inside of you, with his face hidden in your neck, breathing as heavily as you were. Both still intertwined in a mess of sweaty limbs.

After a few minutes where both of you recovered from the intense orgasms you just had, Jeon finally pulled out, separating himself from you. His hands flew up to free yours, making you whine softly; he placed a soft kiss on both of your wrists, making sure the tie didn’t hurt you. The blindfold came off next, and it took a few seconds for your eyes to get used to the dim light after seeing pure darkness.

“How was it?”

A simple question, one that, in the ears of an oblivious listener, would mean nothing. An inquiry that held more significance and concern than a simple are you okay?; it was subtle but it spoke volumes the way Jeon Jungkook would still feel the need to protect you, even from himself.

He never voiced his worries properly, trying to play it cool but secretly concerned that he might have hurt you in any way. The man never learnt how to correctly communicate with others, but he would be damned if he didn’t express how much he cared for you in other ways.

“Amazing…” Was your response, albeit in a hoarse voice.

Your throat was slightly aggravated, feeling terribly dry after attempting to voice the pleasure and enjoyment from the experience, through the small space there was left from Jungkook’s hard grip on it. However, it didn’t stop you from answering his concerns.

Amazing, fascinating.

It was the only way to describe it, your mind was too foggy to think of a proper answer, but by the way he was smirking you could tell he was satisfied with your response.

“Good.” He nodded. “Don’t move, I’ll bring a towel to clean you up and a bottle of water.”

Before he could step out of the room your weak voice stopped him in his tracks.

“Wait…” You called for him.

If asked, then give; if given, be grateful. If grateful, show it.

“Thank you.” A small whisper was all it took for the man to walk back at you, leaning down to place a tender kiss on your forehead.

“Get some rest, I’ll be right back.”

You were left alone in the big room, spread out on the mattress while your mind was trying to comprehend all the events that just happened. Your heart was filled with questions, but you knew better than to ponder over those inquiries.

Jeon Jungkook was a man like no other, one that cared for you more than he should, and for that you will be forever grateful.

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❝ CAN WE LEAVE ? ❞ feeling overstimulated at an event, you ask him to take you home

with deku, bakugou, todoroki ( pro heroes )

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it was so loud. it was too bright. and the music's vibration grated on your sanity with every rhythmic thump. there were too many people—too many bodies, so many conversations, and shit it was so hot. you felt as if you were floating, in a woozy state as you made your way over to your boyfriend, who was chatting with a couple friends.

IZUKU

at your hushed whisper, izuku immediately honed into your expression and body language. his eyebrows creased in concern as he guided the both of you to a corner. "what's wrong, love?"

you pursed your lips. "there's just... there's a lot of..." you sighed, unsure of how to phrase it.

he leaned into you, blocking you from the party scene behind him. "it's okay, sweetheart, we don't have to stay if you don't wanna." he read your mind and you couldn't be more grateful.

tears pricked at the corner of your eyes as your head pounded. "izuku..." you whined, massaging your temples.

deku shushed you and pulled you into his chest, helping you walk out of the venue. "let's go home."

"thanks..."

"no need to thank me." he smiled and pressed a kiss to your forehead as he hoisted you up and into his arms. "i was over it a while ago."

you giggled and he flashed a goofy smile.

he took you to your side of the car before climbing in himself, turning down the radio and resting a loving hand on your thigh. "rest up."

you laughed softly. "if i sleep, i might not get up, even when we get home. you'd have to carry me."

he looked at you playfully, a smirk on his lips. "it's cute how you think that'd be a problem for me, love." he pat your thigh as if that was a done deal, pulling out into the road.

the comfortable silence lulled you to sleep.

BAKUGO

"home?" he asked.

you nodded shyly.

he stood up and said a brash goodbye to his friends, lacing your hand in his as he pulled you through the crowd. once you were both far away enough from the party, you heard each other loud and clear.

"how long did you wait?" he mused as he fished in his pockets for keys.

"what?" you furrowed your eyebrows.

"how long did you wait to tell me?" he gave you a pointed look. you looked away and pursed your lips.

"you were having fun with your friends, and i really didn't want to cut it short..." you mumbled, your eyes stinging.

he opened your car door for you, leaning over the car as he watched you buckle your seatbelt. you stared up at him with glossy eyes and he softened, brushing his thumb over your cheek. the silence was welcomed as your eyes fluttered shut.

"don't be an idiot." he murmured. "just tell me the second you feel uncomfortable, 'kay?"

you leaned into his hands with a smile. "i will."

he smiled and shut your door, slipping into the driver's seat. he took your hand in his again, kissing your knuckles as he sped off.

TODOROKI

"now?" he cocked his head to the side. "are you not enjoying the party?"

your eyes squeezed shut as you shook your head, the movement alone making you feel dizzy.

"okay." he set his drink down. "okay, we can leave."

"thanks..." you followed him, unsure of his feelings at the moment. he opened your car door and closed it shut once you were inside, walking to the front of the car. you saw him out the windshield picking up a call, pacing slightly as he conversed.

you grew more nervous by the minute, wondering if you should've just grinned and gotten through it. he was having a good time catching up with his friends, after all.

finally, he sat in the driver's seat, sighing as he leaned back. you watched him with concern and a little bit of guilt.

"i'm sorry, i... we can go back if you want. really." you said.

he looked at you incredulously, his expression reading utter confusion. "but... i thought you weren't enjoying it?"

"well, i—" you stammered, collecting your thoughts. "you were having a great time with your friends and i should've thought of that before i asked to leave."

he shook his head and leaned towards you. "i'm just as tired as you are, darling." he smiled. "to be honest, i'm glad you asked to leave."

"who were you on call with?" you let curiosity get the better of you.

"midoriya, he was just concerned about you." he buckled his seatbelt and brought the car to life. he cast you a little smirk. "i'm afraid you're not very good at hiding your expressions, love."

your face heated as you turned back to face the windshield. he laughed softly, "it's alright. we both aren't."

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littlexdeaths · 2 months

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i get off - e.m.

perv eddie munson x perv fem reader

you don’t know that i know, you watch me every night…

18+ ONLY MDNI

warnings: voyeurism, masturbation (f & m), eddie is lil peeping tom but reader loves it, they both steal each other’s shit, oral (f receiving), fingering, cum eating, choking, spanking, dirty talk, mean!dom eddie, unprotected piv sex, cream pie, squirting, they both are nasty freaks

a/n: this is another edit and repost from my old account. it’s one of my favorite fics so i had to move it over here. enjoy freaks xx. 😘

based on i get off by halestorm

word count: 3.8k

you’re sprawled out on your bed, fingers running through your drenched folds. clad in only an oversized iron maiden t-shirt and a pair of knee high socks, you’re everything he’s ever wanted. plucked directly out of one of his dirtiest fantasies.

you can feel his eyes on you, you always do.

not that he realizes that.

and while you’ve lived barely ten feet apart for your entire lives, eddie has never had the courage to make a move.

so he settles for this— watching you through his bedroom window.

fantasizing that the delicate fingers now dipping inside you were his. and the fist currently wrapped around his thick cock was smaller, softer. yours.

the first time he witnessed you like this it was a complete accident.

you had been pent up all day, and didn’t think to shut your bedroom curtains before slipping your hand inside your panties. the bedside lamp bathing your room in a muted yellow hue. eddie had been working on a new song, guitar perched on his lap.

he was frustrated with trying to string together this new melody, glancing up in utter annoyance. that is until his gaze drifted towards the window, his eyes widened and his cock stirred in his jeans.

you looked beautiful, you always did. however this was the most vulnerable state you could be in, and the fact that he got to witness it— made you all the more enchanting to him.

he’d be embarrassed to admit that watching you touch yourself made him cum in his jeans, completely untouched. and that first time you were none the wiser, not noticing the dark eyes that were trailing your figure. but once eddie had gotten a taste he couldn’t get enough.

eagerly waiting by his bedroom window to enjoy his new favorite nightly program… you.

you weren’t sure exactly how long he’d been doing it for, but the night you caught him in the act, it awoke something within you. while eddie made sure to keep his bedroom light off, the moonlight was not on his side that night.

it had filled his room in a soft white glow, highlighting his pale skin. his naked form perched on the edge of his unmade bed, stroking his shaft in tandem with each thrust of your fingers.

his moans are what gave him away, as your eyes were squeezed shut in pleasure. but he’d gotten a little too carried away, thinking about how pretty your pussy would look stuffed full with his cock.

the thin walls of the trailer doing nothing to conceal his sounds. when your eyes finally opened, you were met with the most glorious sight you’ve ever seen.

eddie fucking himself into his fist, his head tilted back as he spilled all over his ringed fingers. the image alone had your eyes rolling back, body shaking as your orgasm ripped through you. one of the most intense you’ve ever had, and from that night on you always kept your curtains open.

desperately chasing that euphoric feeling again.

while you didn’t always see him, you knew he was there. the feeling of his greedy eyes on you was enough to have you cumming harder than you ever have in your entire life. your whimpers were muffled but still rang through his ears as he’d make a mess all over his hand and chest.

different images of you— on your knees, on top of him, taking you from behind, or his favorite with his head buried between your thighs.

it was slowly driving him crazy, and he couldn’t seem to get enough of you. he needed more. he quickly found himself staring out his window any chance he could. gazing longingly as you floated around your bedroom.

he watched you change, get ready for the day, study with your college textbooks. your pencil resting in between your teeth. eddie knew it was wrong, that if you ever found out you would be revolted.

if he only knew it was the exact opposite, and how you couldn’t finish without feeling his eyes on you. but you also needed more, desperate to feel his weight on top of you. his mouth trailing over your skin, his cock stretching you out perfectly.

so you became bolder, going as far as to leave your bedroom window open. letting your moans drift through the night air, teasing him further.

and when you noticed some of your panties had gone missing it only heightened your desire for him. knowing he was in your room, touching your things… holding your panties up to his nose as he came all over himself.

grunts of your name escaped his pouted lips, and his left yours as you drenched your fingers. but it wasn’t enough.

you needed him.

fueled by your insatiable lust you found yourself gazing at him more and more. as he sat on his messy floor, playing guitar or working on a dnd campaign. focusing intently on his fingers, and imagining just how good they would feel inside you.

but your favorite was when he was fresh out of the shower. his dark curls were drenched, water dripping down his inked chest. the patch of hair that disappeared beneath his towel drove you absolutely mad.

so you took a play out of his own book, sneaking into his room while he was working at benny’s. or coming home late from a gig at the hideout, surrounding yourself in everything that was so distinctly eddie.

eddie honestly wasn’t concerned when a few of his shirts had gone missing. or a pair of his cum stained boxers, a guitar pick… as he lost things all the time. he simply chalked it up to his forgetful nature, either he misplaced them or lent them to someone.

that is until tonight, as he peered through your window for what felt like the millionth time. his heart was in his throat as he instantly recognized the iron maiden shirt adorning your frame as his.

the realization dawns on him that you knew exactly what he’d been doing this whole time… and instead of being disgusted or upset, you liked it. enough so that you began doing the same thing to him.

that epiphany made any reservations or fears he still had fade into nothingness. the male decided that he couldn’t sit back and only watch you anymore.

he had to have you.

the brunette rose to his feet, pulling a pair of sweatpants over his long legs before slipping out of his bedroom window. quickly dropping onto the ground as he walks the short distance to your adjoined trailer.

his large hands grip the bottom of the window sill, pushing it open the rest of the way before he’s hoisting himself through it. a small gasp leaves you as he tumbles inside and onto your bedroom floor.

eddie is quick to get back on his feet, as you eagerly eye the obvious tent in his gray sweats. licking his plump lips as he sizes you up. he stalks forward like a predator, slowly crawling onto your bed and between your spread legs.

the male grabs your wrist, coaxing your fingers out of your drenched cunt. raising them up to his mouth, slipping them between his lips with a deep groan. “such a dirty little girl, aren’t you?”

for once you’re speechless, his actions jumbling your already fuzzy thoughts. you never imagined he’d actually come through your window, like you’d been dreaming about for weeks.

“speak for yourself munson…” your confidence suddenly comes rushing back, pushing your fingers deeper into his mouth. feeling your wetness pooling onto the bed sheets as he swirls his tongue around them.

“guess we’re both a little dirty, huh baby?” eddie chuckles as he removes your fingers from his mouth, now leaning over you.

letting yourself fall back against the pillow, his face mere inches from yours. this is the closest you’ve ever gotten to him, now noticing the light freckles dotted along the bridge of his nose. the dimple that indents his cheek as he smirks down at you, little things that you found utterly endearing.

his hands begin drifting down your sides, his smirk only widening as you shudder beneath him. “is that what does it for ya? you like being watched sweetness?” he grips the fabric of his shirt, starting to push it up your torso.

you wrap your arms around his neck, pulling him flush against you. “i get off on you…” you slowly trail your lips up his throat, sucking harsh bruises onto his pale skin. the male letting out a husky moan as you nip at his ear, “getting off on me.”

eddie curses under his breath before he’s pinning you down against the mattress, his lips crashing against yours. your fingers tangle in his wild curls, kissing him back just as forcefully. all the pent up sexual tension and desire now spilling from both of you, as his hips rut into yours. feeling his hard length pressing onto your thigh, moaning into his mouth.

your impatience seems to get the better of you as you grip onto one of his wrists, guiding his large hand in between your thighs. a not so subtle way of telling him exactly what you wanted, the male nipping at your lower lip before he’s leaning back onto his knees.

spreading your thighs even wider, as his dark eyes zero in on the mess between them. his fingers dip between your folds, gathering your sticky nectar on the digits. swirling them around your swollen clit before moving lower.

the metalhead teases you as he circles the tip of his middle finger on your entrance. barely pushing it inside you before removing it, a wet squelch filling the room. “oh listen to her purr for me baby… you want my fingers inside you?”

you nod frantically, lifting your hips up in an effort to get him closer to where you needed him. but he pulls them away immediately, causing you to whine from the loss. eddie grabs your cheeks in his hand, squishing them together as he meets your hooded gaze. “i asked you a question, sweet cheeks.”

he watches as your eyes glaze over more, the dominance he was exuding turning your brain to mush. “and i expect an answer, or is that pretty little head of yours too fucked out for me?” his tone is condescending, borderline rude but it only seems to fuel the fire in between your legs.

you let out a soft whimper, the male letting go of your cheeks to trail his sticky fingers down your jaw.

“need your fingers eddie…” the male chuckles, wrapping his hand around your neck. hovering his face over yours, his thumb stroking the column of your throat.

“need them where, hm?”

you’re quickly becoming impatient, and he can tell from how your lips jut out into a pout. thighs closing in around his own, in an attempt to feel some kind of friction.

“come on now… don’t ya wanna be a good girl for me?” he can see the effect those words have on you, your pupils dilating and your breath hitching in your throat.

“put them inside me.”

while your tone is meant to be demanding, it comes out as more of a plea than anything else. your heart is racing in anticipation as his fingers trail down your stomach. cupping your cunt in the palm of his hand, “and what do good girls say?”

you now realize your mistake, the male raising a brow as he awaits your answer. “please touch me.” eddie is quick to reward you, plunging two fingers into your awaiting heat.

“see? now you’re learning,” another string of curses leaves his mouth as your walls tighten around his fingers and a high pitched moan falls from yours.

“shit sweetheart, you’re so fucking tight.” he curls the digits up, watching in awe as your back arches off the mattress.

“fuck i need to taste you,” he mumbles more to himself as he lays between your thighs. his tongue darting out, encircling your clit with an urgency you’ve never experienced with anyone else before.

the noises you’re making are music to his ears, and while he’s heard them before— you’ve never sounded quite so needy. pride blossoms in his chest knowing it was because of him, you needed him. he was making you feel this good.

your thighs begin to tremble as he increases the pressure of his tongue, pumping his fingers faster.

“m-more need more.” while eddie wanted to reprimand you for not using your manners, he’s been waiting to have you like this for far too long.

but he’d make sure you didn’t forget next time… if there was a next time. he hoped there would be.

he slips a third finger inside you, the long, thick digits reaching places you never realized existed until now.

and now that you knew what they felt like, your own would never suffice again.

“aww pretty thing, you gonna cum?” he chuckles mockingly as the sound vibrates against your core.

the feeling only aiding in bringing your release that much closer, as your eyes flutter shut. a harsh slap on your thigh has them flying back open, your eyes meeting his as he looks up at you from his position between them.

“eyes on me,” his tone is stern, commanding as his tongue returns to assaulting your swollen bud.

as you start to grind your hips up against his mouth, it pushes his fingers even deeper inside you. hitting that sweet spot that has you crying out a broken, “oh god, please.”

eddie hums against you, increasing the speed of his fingers. “i prefer master… but god has a nice ring to it.” if you weren’t on the brink of an orgasm you might have found that funny, not registering his soft laughter as he sucks harshly on your clit.

the sensation is what finally sends you over the edge, your thighs squeezing around his head and trapping him there.

not that he would ever dare complain.

once you settle back into the mattress is when he pulls away, crawling back up your body towards you. your excitement covers his chin in a light sheen, now tasting yourself as he kisses you with a bruising force.

you reach for the waistband of his sweats, tugging them down his legs. feeling his cock rubbing against the bare skin of your thigh, and you want nothing more than to feel it hard and heavy on your tongue.

“wanna taste you too eds,” you whine as he trails his lips across your jaw, sucking onto your skin. as much as he would love to have you gagging on his cock, his impatience had reached its peak.

“next time sweetness… need to be inside you.”

you clench around nothing at the thought of him filling you up. the promise of a next time making your heart flutter beneath your ribs.

eddie unwillingly untangles himself from you, now standing at the edge of the bed to remove his sweats. his cock stands at full attention as you sit up, eagerly crawling towards him. your mouth waters at the sight, finally able to admire him how you’ve been dying to for the last few weeks.

you wrap one of your hands around the base of his shaft, glancing up at him as you lick up the pre-cum that was smeared across his pink tip. the male grips a fistful of your hair in his hand, tugging you off his dick as a small whimper leaves you.

“hands and knees— now.” he nearly growls at you, releasing you as you continue to look up at him in a daze.

“don’t make me repeat myself baby.”

and as much as you would love to test how far you could push his buttons, that would be saved for a later date. so you do as you’re told, crawling away from him now on your hands and knees.

feeling his eyes trailing over the plush skin of your ass, “take a picture munson, it’ll last longer.”

what you don’t expect is to hear the snap of your polaroid camera, whipping your head around to see the shit eating grin he was sporting. setting the camera and picture down on your dresser once more, “just following orders sweet cheeks.” he chuckles, crawling onto the bed behind you.

eddie lands a firm smack on your ass, his chest now draped across your back. his hot breath fanning over your neck as he leans forward to whisper in your ear, “face the mirror, you aren’t gonna wanna miss this baby.”

your thighs clench together, now turning to face the full length mirror that stood across from your bed.

you glance at yourself briefly before your eyes trail upwards, now meeting his in the reflection. a cocky grin tugs at the corner of his mouth, his hands now roaming the full expanse of your ass.

feeling the tip of his cock brush against your core, pushing your hips back so you could feel more. eddie’s calloused hands grip you tightly, stopping any further movement on your part.

“don’t be fucking greedy, you’ll take what i give you.”

you squeak out a small apology, keeping your eyes focused on him as he rubs the tip of his cock through your folds. gasping once he slowly pushed himself into your awaiting heat, a strangled moan tumbling from his lips.

his eyes squeeze shut as he bottoms out, his balls flush against the curve of your ass. you feel incredibly full, the stretch so divine it makes your head spin.

“eddie please.” you mewl, watching as his brown eyes meet yours.

desperate for him to do something— anything.

eddie’s rings dig into your hips, his eyes glancing down to watch as he slides his cock back out. groaning as you’ve already coated his length in your arousal, a sight he’d only ever seen in his dreams.

“gonna give you everything,” he grunts before slamming himself back inside, knocking the air out of your lungs as you fall forward onto the mattress.

you grip the edge of it for support as he continues to rock his hips into yours, this new angle allowing him to rub against your sweet spot perfectly. keeping your eyes locked on the mirror, the image of him behind you— thrusting into you will be seared in your memory forever.

the black ink swirling on his skin, the light sheen of sweat on his chest. the veins in his forearms that are much more noticeable as he grips you tighter. he looks more like a greek god than anyone had a right to.

your jaw is slack, mouth hanging open as you continue to watch him. the little ‘uh uh uhs’ that leave your lips mix with the sound of your skin slapping together. now filling the quiet space of your bedroom.

“taking me so well— this pussy was made for me.”

eddie moans, completely distracted by the way your pussy flutters around him. the creamy ring that’s formed around the base of his cock expanding with each thrust of his hips.

“look at me,” you whine, that signature smirk returning to his features as he meets your eyes in the mirror once more.

“aww poor little baby,” he coos, slipping his hand between your thighs and landing a harsh slap on your already sensitive bud. “always need my eyes on you… don’t you?”

a string of curses slips past your lips as you nod your head. “need it,” you whimper as his calloused fingertips circle over your clit. “need you.”

your words seem to have quite the effect on him, a low growl leaving him as he fucks into you even harder.

“what do you need me to do, pretty girl? tell me.” it takes you a minute before you can answer him, the male having fucked any coherent thoughts from your head.

“n-need it inside.” is the best you can manage, but eddie understands all too well.

it’s what he had hoped you would say, “yeah, you want me to fuck you so full? ruin this pretty little pussy for anyone else?” your eyes roll back in your head, as the male wraps his other hand around your throat.

he handles you like a rag doll as he pulls you up, your back now flush against his sweaty chest. the action forces his cock even deeper inside you, brushing against your cervix. his hand that was wrapped around your throat is now cradling your jaw, guiding your gaze back to the mirror.

your half lidded eyes watch as he leans forward, his lips grazing the shell of your ear, “this pussy is mine now, got that sweetness?”

it’s suddenly all too much, the rubber band in your middle finally snaps as your body trembles in his embrace. cries of his name and ‘yours yours yours’ tumbling from your mouth.

the brunette watches in amazement as you drench his thighs, your bed sheets— the pressure almost forcing him out completely.

the metalhead curses as he continues to bounce you on his cock, the wet squelching of your pussy finally sending him over the edge. grunting as he pumps you full of his cum, your body falling limp against his chest.

you’re both panting as you come down from your highs. his touch on your hips is much more gentle than before as he coaxes you onto your back.

you hum contently, eyes fluttering shut as exhaustion hits you. eddie cradles your face in his palms, pressing soft kisses to each of your eyelids before his touch suddenly disappears.

your eyes fly open in alarm, reaching out for him as he presses a kiss to your knuckles, “don’t worry… you aren’t rid of me just yet.”

eddie chuckles as he spreads your thighs apart, his dark eyes watching intently as his cum drips out of you. pooling onto the bed beneath you, making an even bigger mess of your sheets.

his head dips lower, inhaling as he gathers the mixture of both your arousal onto his awaiting tongue. moaning before diving in deeper, “shit, we taste good together.”

“too much,” you whimper, wiggling your hips away from his eager mouth due to the oversensitivity.

eddie presses a kiss to each of your thighs before he joins you once more, collapsing next to you with a boyish grin on his face. you reach out to trace the stubble along his jaw, your fingertips brushing over his plump lips.

you feel him release a shaky breath against your fingertips, the look he’s giving you makes your stomach do a little flip.

“so… is it too late to ask you out on a date?”

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fairy-angel222 · 2 months

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𝐁𝐀𝐁𝐘𝐒𝐈𝐓𝐓𝐄𝐑 ft. Choso Kamo

—You meet Choso at a bar after babysitting him eight years ago

cw: small age gap (25 n 23), smut

It’s been a long time since you’d seen Choso Kamo. Having babysat him back when he was twelve and you were fifteen. A mere three years gap which deemed you mature enough for the job by his parents.

He’d never tell it to you, but you were his childhood crush. The girl he wanted to marry. The girl he told his friends about. His parents kept you around for only two years. Concluding that the boy was old enough to take care of himself.

He was devastated, especially when you found out that you’d be moving only a week later. He knew his feelings weren’t returned, but it hurt to see you go. He cried for weeks, couldn’t eat or sleep. He just wanted to see you again.

He hoped that maybe you’d text him, check up on him like you did when it was your duty. But you didn’t. You’d be turning eighteen the next year and would go off to college. And he’d be stuck there, without you for the rest of his life.

It had been eight years, and Choso sat in a bar with his friends. Their glasses clanking loudly against each other as they downed its contents. He hated crowded places like this, he wouldn’t even be there if not for his friends.

He’d gone to college, gotten his fair share of girls. Everything you promised him that he could do one day, the only thing missing was you.

“Choso? Oh my God is that you?”

It couldn’t be.

Choso’s mouth went dry as his head snapped in the direction of that familiar voice. A wide smile on his face as he took you in. “Y/n.. you.. I- wow.”

There you stood, after so long, grown into your body and as pretty as ever. You didn’t look a day over nineteen. It hurt to remind himself that you were not twenty five. It had been that long.

You giggled softly, that same giggle that he swore made his heart flutter. “It’s so good to see you Cho. It’s been so long.” You pulled him in for a hug and he stiffened, taking in that sweet scent that you always carried. It really was you. He allowed himself to hug you back tightly, pulling your shorter frame into his chest as he closed his eyes. Enjoying your embrace.

“It really has. I missed you.” He let slip out, and you smiled sadly as you pulled away. “I’m sorry Cho.. i didn’t think i’d have to move. Would have been nice to see you graduate and stuff.”

“No no it’s okay. It’s fine. I’m really glad to see you.” He could see his friends winking at his side, all watching intently at the interaction. It made him fidget, lip between his teeth as his face flushed a pale red. “How about i buy you a drink?”

“Sure.” You smiled, allowing him to lead you to the counter with a hand on the small of your back.

The two of you sat and talked. A long conversation about your lives and how each of you had been over the years. It made him happy to know that you were single, and it made him even happier to know that your ex had been your only since you were his age.

He started at you intently as you spoke. A special adoration in his eyes as you went on about your job and your friends. You were still so perfect. He wondered how you would feel if he told you that he never got over you. He’d first have to tell you that he had liked you, of course.

You could not lie. He was extremely handsome. He’d grown to be your type. Nothing like the adorably introverted boy you’d known back then.

Choso on the other hand, could not think straight. His mind was taking in everything at once. Your stories, your face, your lips, your hair, your dress which hugged your body in a way that made his mind wander. You somehow managed to captivate him even more. Especially since he was grown now, he knew what he wanted. His parents told him you were just a harmless crush, a phase. But he knew what he wanted for certain now. You.

It was how you ended up in his apartment. Both your hands roaming each other’s bodies as Chosos kissed you passionately. His hand around your throat gently to push you to the nearest surface. He kissed you like you would disappear at any moment, letting his lips trail down to your neck before leading you to his bedroom, your dress and his shirt having been discarded by the time you reached the door.

Choso pulled off his pants, and you allowed yourself to take in the muscles on his body. And the way his arms flexed as he held you tight.

He slipped on a condom, backing you up to his bed until you fell back onto it, Choso climbing over you with your tongues still intertwined.

You moaned when you felt him prodding at your hole. Easing his length into you with a groan of his own. He started off slow, rolling his hips into yours while breathing heavily onto your skin, his tongue swirling around your nipple while his hand squeezed at the soft flesh.

Your fingers were tangled in his hair, tugging on dark strands when he began to speed up. Thrusting into you expertly as you moaned out into the room. “Choso, hmm— fuck.” You mewled, back arching off the sheets when he started hitting you g spot with every movement. Pulling out nothing but moans past your lips as you fell into pleasure.

“Swearing’s bad, remember?” He breathed jokingly, reminding you back to when you’d say that each time he said a bad word.

You moaned out a small laugh, breaths ragged as your toes curled, feeling his fucking you deeper than you thought could be reached. “O-oh God— don’t stop. Please don’t stop. F-feels so good.” You cried, noises pretty and high pitched as your stomach burned, feeling your inching closer and closer to orgasm.

“S-shit. Had a crush on you f’ so long. Never thought this would be happening.” He grunted deeply. “Though i got over you till i saw you tonight.” His eyes met yours and you fought the urge to tell him that you knew, you’d known all along. He had just been a little boy with a crush. But now.. it was so much different. You craved him after seeing him. You wanted him.

“Ahh, ‘m so close Cho.. ‘m gonna cum.” You moaned, vision going black as you let your eyes shut, arms wrapping around his shoulders as your body was rocked back and forth.

“Go ahead sweetheart, cum f’ me yeah? I’ve got you, just let go kay?”

You nodded with a cry, body shaking as you let go. Allowing yourself to crumble underneath him as you came. Drenching his cock in your slick.

Choso’s thrusts became sloppy and he groaned, “That’s it. So good for me. Haah— shit.” Burying himself deep inside you before spilling into the condom which separated you. Unable to stop himself from imagining breeding you raw.

You both panted as you struggled to catch your breaths. Holding onto each other in a comfortable silence after he pulled out.

“That was..”

“Yeah,” He agreed. There was no going back after this.

He got both you and him cleaned up, giving you one of his shirts to wear as you let yourself cuddle into him on the couch. Watching a movie with two beers as he stroked your skin gently. Chin on your head as he tried to wrap his head around exactly what just happened.

This was serious. It didn’t feel like another one of his one-night stands, it felt real. It felt like there could actually be something between you. And he would do whatever he could to make it happen.

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