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the-little-ewok · 2 years

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“ yeah, you're in love with me. “ with Santi pretty please??? 🥺🥺🥺 also if you’d do one of your fluffy smut ones? But I’m gonna leave that up to you 💖

Shut up and kiss me Santiago "Pope" Garcia X F!Reader Rating : E / 18+ Wordcount : 7k Warnings: Mentions of casual sex/FWB, Language, Angst, Fluff, Smut, PIV, unprotected sex, Oral f- receiving, fingering, edging, lil bit of hair pulling, feral Santi comes with his own warning. (Idk if I should warn this but he does refer to the reader as a brat a few times…affectionately), generally pretty soft. Summary: Santiago is your friend, your best friend. Your best friend that you are in love with. Which is exactly why you shouldn't be entertaining the idea of sleeping with him…

A/N: I am so sorry for how long it took me to write this! Also it's way longer than intended. I am however not sorry about that.

Un-beta'd because chaos is life.

Gif banner made by the lovely Salome-C

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It had started as something of a joke, that you and Santiago hadn't been laid in months and maybe you should deal with that together. You'd both laughed it off but after a few drinks, somewhere along the line, the joke had turned into a discussion, which turned into a reality.

"I mean we could?" Santiago had shrugged, watching the boys from the booth in which you'd both hidden, neither of you particularly wanting to be associated with the dance off that seemed to be happening.

"Yeah, I mean, it's just sex right? People do this all the time," you had nodded, sipping your drink in distraction and contemplating how much of a terrible idea it might be to have sex with the man you're hopelessly in love with, who is not hopelessly in love with you.

"Absolutely! Just sex. No strings attached. Just friends taking care of friends, right?" He had confirmed seriously, his hand already dropping to your thigh, fingers cautiously caressing your leg.

"Yeah, just friends taking care of friends," You'd breathed unsteadily as his fingers crept higher.

After that it was a short goodbye to the boys and a longer drunken walk to his apartment.

Which is exactly where you find yourself now, pressed against his front door, his mouth hot on yours, the taste of whisky on his tongue as he kisses you and fumbles opening the lock.

You tumble through the door, laughing against his mouth as you trip and stumble, desperate hands pushing jackets off shoulders, uncaring where they fall.

His tongue is hot and slick in your mouth, distractingly wiping away all questions and rational thoughts about the fact you should not be doing this. But any hesitation you might have had slipped away about three drinks ago, and the heat coursing through your veins has already burned out any thoughts of stopping.

When he presses you against the wall, too impatient to make it to the couch, you can't help but moan into his mouth, feeling his arousal pressing into your thigh through his jeans. His lips move down across your neck, peppering kisses and bites to the sensitive flesh.

You groan, tilting your head back to allow him better access.

"Pope," you give a soft pleasured sigh, bringing a hand up to tangle in his hair and hold his mouth to your flesh.

"Use my name, please," he rasps between kisses.

"Santiago," you whisper softly. This isn't how it should be — It's too intimate, too close to your heart, but you can't stop it. His name tumbles from your lips so easily despite that it's so foreign on your tongue. Rarely used, a secret kept hidden away.

He groans, pressing himself hard against you as his lips capture yours in another messy kiss.

Dragging you away from the wall he walks you backwards to the couch, breaking your kiss only to let you throw yourself down on it, before his mouth is back on yours. He presses you backwards into the soft cushions, pinning you with his body as his hands push up your dress, fingers gliding over exposed flesh of your thighs.

Questions and alarm bells suddenly trigger in your mind as his fingers creep across your hips. Are you really going to do this? It won't be enough. You know it won't be enough. Yet you're still here, pressed into the couch by his weight, your tongue lapping against his.

It won't ever be enough, but it's all you can have.

"Santi," you whimper against his lips, pressing your hips up against his. He groans, grinding down against your clothed core, making your own moan gasp up through your throat. You meet his gaze as he lifts his head to watch you, his eyes dark and predatory, before something flickers behind them, as though he sees you suddenly, as though he had forgotten who you were.

His whole body language changes in an instant, he stiffens, holding his body up away from yours, his jaw clenched, eyes shining with a sudden fear.

"Santi? You ok?"

"I..I… I'm sorry I can't do this," he mumbles, shaking his head as he climbs off you. It takes a few seconds for you to process his words and you stare at him blankly for a moment as he sits at the edge of the couch, dropping his head into his hands. Shuffling to sit up you reach for him, confused hurt piercing your chest when he pulls away from the brush of your fingers against his shoulder.

"Hey, talk to me. What just happened?" You hate the fact your voice sounds so lost, so small, so scared. You don't understand his sudden change. You don't understand what you've done and your desperate for him to explain.

"I just— fuck." He gets to his feet, running a hand through his greying curls as he turns away from you, pacing across the room.

"Did I do something?"

"No. No. I'm sorry, I just can't do this. Not with you," he sighs and then slams his hands on the wall with a growl.

"Oh. Okay."

He must hear the hurt in your voice because he lets out a sigh and shakes his head, barely giving a glance in your direction, as though he can't even look at you anymore.

"I didn't mean...I mean… it's not you. You're beautiful, you're perfect. You're just you. And I'm me, and I just...can't."

You'd dreamt once or twice of him saying words so similar to you. Whispering against your skin how perfect he thinks you are, how beautiful. But never like this, never with confusion and heartache.

"Yeah, I get it," you nod, swallowing hard and still trying to make sense of his jumbled broken explanations combined with the fact he still won't even look at you. That hurts worse than any of his words.

"It's never...it's just…" he starts and trails off before he shakes his head. "I can't do this with you," He repeats quietly, his back to you, running his hands down his face as you try and process what he's saying. "Do you want me to walk you home?"

Pain splinters up through your chest, a deep wound to your heart. He was asking you to leave, after all this.

Getting to your feet you straighten your clothes and brush a shaking hand through your hair, "I'll walk myself, it's ok."

"I'm sorry. I shouldn't have brought you back here. This was a terrible idea. You're my friend." He finally turns to face you, his expression hard to place. He looks sad, disappointed, lost. You want to reach for him and pull him into your arms, to help him through whatever has suddenly happened, but he feels so far away now that you can't make the move. Suddenly an ocean has appeared between you, and neither of you seem sure of how to cross it.

"I'm so sorry for this," he mumbles again softly.

You shake your head and give him what you hope comes off as a reassuring smile, desperate to rescue whatever tatters of your friendship are left.

"No, it's not your fault. We're friends and we shouldn't be putting that at risk just to get off. I get it and it's totally fine," you shrug with a wave of your hand, swallowing down the crushing disappointment. "We are way too drunk to make rational decisions right?"

You aren't drunk, not really, not anymore. You'd sobered up pretty quickly, and you know Santiago well enough to know the alcohol in his system isn't to blame either. At some point you both wanted this, just because you wanted each other. But the regret in his eyes sears straight through you. Whatever was there between you, he'd burned to ashes now.

"Let me at least call a cab. You can't walk back alone."

You shake your head at his offer, "It's a few blocks. I'll text you soon as I'm back."

He opens his mouth to protest but you beat him to it, quickly gathering up your things.

"I'll be fine I promise." You kiss his cheek, more out of habit and a desperate need to go back to normal, before you rush out of the door, ensuring he has no chance to stop you.

You get as far as the next block before the rejection fully hits you and tears burn your eyes. You knew there was no chance for certain now.

I can't do this with you.

Are you still awake? - Message sent

No reply. Your last message had been answered with a simple ok. A stark difference to the usual slew of emojis and hearts he would send you.

But it's been hours since you left. Hours since he'd broken your heart without even knowing he was doing it. Hours for you to calm down, to rationalise, to hope you could move on and forget about this, to hope you could both chalk it up to too many drinks, a momentary lapse of judgement.

Of course though it would still hurt — a keen sharp pain that's edges you wished you could dull. And perhaps over time you would. Perhaps the pain would eventually disappear and make way for brighter things. Perhaps.

You wonder if he knew, or at least guessed. Perhaps he'd seen it in your face, or tasted it in your kisses — the desperate need for more than he was offering. It was for the best, you'd reasoned with yourself. One night would never have been enough. Maybe this was the kindest way of ending before it began.

Sorry for earlier. We can just forget about it. It was a stupid decision. Never drinking again right? - Message sent

Still no response. Your messages stay unread.

Are we ok? - Message sent.

Okay, that was needy and you instantly regret sending it. Maybe you could just delete all of the messages before he even read them. At least then you could pretend it was nothing. You could pretend it didn't hurt at all. You could pretend you were just friends.

But even as your fingers hover over the keys again, the screen lights up with a photograph of the two of you, Santiago’s name on the caller ID as the phone vibrates impatiently in your hand.

Fuck.

You consider not answering but your thumb is automatically swiping the answer button before you even have a chance to stop it.

"Hey, San-Pope," you correct yourself quickly.

"Open the door." He pants down the phone.

"Why? Wait, what are you doing? Why’s it sound like — nope I'm not even gonna say it." You stop yourself before you can let that image get too far into your mind. The last thing you need is to think about that.

"Just come open the door, it's fucking freezing out here," he complains in a breathless tone. What follows is a loud banging on your door that makes you yelp in surprise.

Dropping the phone onto the coffee table you bolt out into the hallway and wrench open the door, fear twisting sharp in your veins about what must be wrong.

Santiago's cheeks are flushed and he’s breathing heavily, sweat damp in his curls despite the sharp winter air. You manage to take a quick recon of him, making sure he's still in one piece before he suddenly grabs you, pulling you into his arms and pressing his lips against yours.

It's so unexpected, and your mind is still catching up, that you can't even consider kissing him back.

"W-what are you doing?" You stutter out as he pulls away, frowning at your lack of response.

"Explaining I'm hopelessly in love with you. I couldn't have sex with you because I'd never let you go if I did. Honestly I thought it would be romantic to come tell you this now but fuck, i forgot how far it is to your house. I shouldn't have run. My knees are killing me." He babbles out quickly, leaning down with his hands on his knees, catching his breath while you stand frozen in the doorway. "Why didn't you let me let you walk home?"

You stare at him blankly for a long moment, trying to ignore the burning desire re-igniting itself in your belly at the mere memory of the way his hands had slid down your thighs, his tongue hot in your mouth. No, you're not going to think about that. Not even a little bit.

"Are you - are you fucking serious right now?"

"Do I look like I'm joking? I just ran all the way to your house to kiss you again. I swear this is the last time I do anything romantic if this is your reaction," he complains, standing up to stretch out his back. No matter how confused, how surprised, how angry you are, you still can't help but catch the way his shirt lifts just slightly with his moment, exposing the tiny patch of skin above his pants.

When he drops his hand and gives you an expectant look, you can't help but laugh from the shock. The noise tears itself from your throat before you have a chance to stop it, earning you a glare from the man as you clamp your hand over your mouth to muffle the noise.

Santiago's frown deepens and you see the flicker of worry in his eyes.

"I can't tell if this is a good reaction?"

"I-I'm a bit surprised," you stammer, getting a hold on yourself. "You turned me down a couple of hours ago, and now you're all about romantic gestures and running to my house telling me you're in love with me?" It has more of a bite of anger behind it than you really mean it too, the hurt still too sharp in your chest.

"I know. I'm sorry," he sighs quietly, dropping his eyes from yours and looking everywhere but at you as he tries to find the words to explain his actions. It makes your heart physically ache for him. You've rarely seen him look so lost. Not since his sudden reappearance in your life. Not since they lost Tom.

"I thought I could just have you for one night and that would be enough. But I realised it would never be enough. I just… panicked and I thought I could fix it. I thought this…this would fix it."

There's a thousand things you want to ask, a thousand more you want to confess, but the words never come and the silence stretches out uncomfortably.

Santiago is the first to break it, his voice unsure.

"This was a stupid idea. I'll just go and we can pretend I was still drunk, ok?"

"I don't want you to go." The words escape, much like your earlier laughter, before you have a chance to stop them. They hang suspended in the air between you for a long moment, both of you lapsing back into a silence you still can't seem to fill.

"I just wanted you to know my feelings. I wanted to tell you for months. You're the first girl that knows everything about me and hasn't run a mile. Every time I had the chance to tell you how I felt I just…couldn't. And then tonight I just thought… fuck, I don't know what I was thinking. But I've always -"

"Stop. Stop. Just stop talking," you interrupt before you sigh, your tone softening as you take everything in. He'd pulled away from you out of fear of his own desires, because he cared for you too. Because he did want you, and he didn't know you wanted him. The urge to laugh at the entire situation bubbles up again but this time you bite it down.

Explaining I'm hopelessly in love with you.

You barely have time to catch up with his confessions and your own thoughts before he starts rambling again.

"I can go and we can talk about this tomorrow. Or not at all. I don't want to make things akw-"

"Will you just shut up and kiss me?" You cut him off sharply, finally meeting his worried gaze. It isn't eloquent, it isn't a sweet romantic gesture, or any bold declaration of love, but you hope it's enough for now. Enough to explain your feelings.

It takes him a second, a pause in his movements, waiting for you to take back your comment, and when you don't he steps up close to you. Wrapping one arm around your waist, holding you tightly against him, the other hand comes up to tangle in your hair, his thumb resting against your jaw as he leans in and presses his lips to yours.

The kiss is so much different to the giggling sloppy kisses you had shared earlier in the night as you stumbled into his apartment, or the rushed desperate kiss he had given you when you opened the door. This kiss is gentle, slow, and passionate, though no less insistent.

When his tongue licks into your mouth, you swear the fire that courses through your veins should burn you. The arm around your waist tightens as you press your body against his, tangling your hands in his curls as he familiarises himself with every inch of your mouth.

Neither of you pull away until the beep of a passing car pulls you back into reality.

Giggling you keep yourself pressed close against his chest, the heat from his body making you forget about the cold winter air surrounding you as you stand in the open doorway.

His hands slide down your back, cupping your ass to pull you impossibly closer to him as he steals another lingering kiss, one laced with suggestion.

"I know it's late, and maybe you've changed your mind about what you want tonight, so I don't have to, but can I come in for a while?"

You nod mutely, still too distracted by the tingling in your kiss swollen lips and the warmth of his body pressed against yours.

The lock is barely clicked into place before his hands are on your waist, spinning you to face him, pressing you back against the door and pinning you there with his body.

He holds your chin in a gentle grip as his lips find yours again, his other hand dropping down to smooth across your waist.

"I haven't been able to get you off my mind. Not for months." he sighs, placing a row of soft kisses across your jaw.

"Wish you'd told me before tonight," you manage to mumble in response, distracted by the movement of his lips down your neck, his teeth nipping at your pulse point.

He lets out a soft laugh of "me too" against your skin as the fingers which had been gripping your hip slowly start to slide up towards your ribs, capturing the edge of your t-shirt on their way, exposing your skin to his still chilled hand.

You gasp as cold fingertips sweep across your ribs, cooling your burning skin.

"I told you it was cold out," he grins, lifting his head and pausing to kiss your lips softly before he switches sides, his mouth going back to exploring your neck.

When he finds a particular spot that makes you give a breathy moan you can feel him smirk against your skin, making a mental note of it.

You know what he's doing — he's surveying you, completing perimeter checks, mapping out every weak point so he can take you apart piece by piece.

His other hand joins the wandering against your skin, drawing another hiss from you at the cold intrusion.

You open your mouth to complain but an incessant high pitched beeping interrupts you. It takes longer than it should for your desire-addled mind to realise what the noise is.

"Is that an alarm clock?" Santi frowns at you, looking around for the source of the noise.

"Timer. Cookies." You duck out of his arms, straightening your shirt as you run through to the kitchen, switching off the beeping timer before you open the oven to save the cookies.

"Are you seriously baking? It's like 2am?" Santiago laughs from behind you as he follows you into the kitchen.

"You seriously running over to a girls house at 2am to declare your undying love?" You defend yourself, turning the oven off and putting the cookies onto a cooling rack. "Baking helps me think."

Putting everything else into the sink you turn around in time to catch his yelp of pain as he picks up a cookie, immediately dropping it again when it burns his fingers.

"You literally just watched me get those out of the oven. How the hell did you ever stay alive?" You sigh, rolling your eyes and watching him shake his hand with a frown. "Let me see."

When he places his injured hand in yours you look it over carefully, seeing that no actual damage has been done before you give him a mischievous grin.

"I think you'll survive but just in case I'll kiss it better." You softly press your lips to his fingers, keeping your eyes on his face. Your action brings the quirk of a smile to the corner of his mouth, which is quickly replaced by a wide eyed look of surprise when you wrap your lips around his fingers, drawing them into your mouth.

You can't help but be proud of the way his mouth falls open, or the shaky exhale of breath he gives as you swirl your tongue around his digits, gifting him a soft moan before you withdraw, intentionally slowly.

"Better?" You raise an eyebrow with a grin, pleased at the power you have over him when it takes him a moment to react. But react, he does. When he moves he's on you before you have time to blink, his hands gripping your waist, pulling your hips hard against him as his lips capture yours in a bruising kiss, his tongue hot in your mouth.

When he finally pulls away, after your breathless and practically panting with need, he continues to hold you close, dipping his head to whisper sinfully in your ear.

"I've imagined fucking you in every room of this house, shall I let you pick where to start?"

Hard, pure desire surges upwards through you and you let out a soft moan of need, pressing your thighs together in an attempt to relieve some of the building ache between them as your pussy clenches.

Santiago lets you go, taking half a step back to look you over — heavily breathing and practically shaking with arousal from his words and kisses alone. You see the flicker of pride across his face at what he's done to you already with so very little. But you aren't going to let him win so easily. The battle for power is only just beginning.

Biting your lip you take another step back from him, taking a breath to gather yourself before you give him a smirk. He raises an eyebrow in question as you take another step, then another, slowly backing up until your ass is pressed against the edge of the kitchen table.

You pause, reaching down to grip the edges of your shirt before you pull it up and over your head, tossing it out of the way before you shimmy out of your bottoms and kicking them to join your shirt. He makes no move towards you but his eyes take their time roaming your exposed skin all the way to your toes before coming back to meet yours.

Your bra is the next to join the growing pile of clothes on the floor, and you don't miss the way his tongue darts out to lick at his lips as he eyes the newly exposed flesh.

"Going to stand there and let me take care of myself?" You tease, watching his eyes narrow. "Or are you just still tired out from your run, old man?"

That earns you a low growl that shoots straight to your core as he strides over to you, hands slamming down on either side of you, pinning you against the table.

"You're gonna apologise for that comment," He warns in a low tone, dropping his forehead to rest against yours.

"Oh will I now?" You grin, teasingly licking his lips.

His reaction is instantaneous, lips crashing into yours, one hand leaving the table to tangle in your hair.

When you nip his bottom lip with your teeth he lets out a low growl, and using the hand in your hair he tugs, gentle enough not to hurt you, but firm enough to tilt your head back, exposing the column of your neck to his kisses.

"You're such a brat," he complains against your skin, nipping your pulse point with his teeth. There's something in the tone of his voice that makes your pussy clench around nothing.

His lips work their way back up your neck, across your jaw to capture your lips again, his tongue licking into your mouth, hot and slick. He lets go of your hair to allow his hand to wander down across your chest, taking your peaked nipple in his fingers and rolling it slowly as you gasp.

Your own hands tug at his shirt, needing the barrier between you gone, but Santiago pushes your hands away, breaking your kiss.

"No, we are going to deal with the apology you owe me first." The way he speaks sounds like both a promise and a threat, making goosebumps break out across your skin and your breath hitch in anticipation.

He keeps you pinned to the table with his body, only moving back just enough to allow his hand to slide between you, brushing his fingers over the cloth still covering your core, and you hear him give a soft groan as his fingers meet the wetness already soaking through the thin material.

"Baby," he groans, pressing his fingers against your clit through the fabric, causing you to let out a shaky breath, a quiet moan catching in the back of your throat as his lips move across your jaw, placing gentle kisses in a row down your neck.

"Oh, we can do better than that," he whispers, as tugs the material to the side, allowing his fingers to drag through your wet folds. "Hmm so wet for me. I could slide straight into you right now."

To hammer home his point he presses two fingers deep into you, and this time you don't hold back the loud moan that tears from your throat.

"That's better," he smirks, removing his fingers to drag them up, circling your clit, spreading your slick. "Don't hold back, I want the neighbours to hear you."

You hiss out a curse, your hands flying to hold his arms as your hips buck against him, desperately chasing the friction you've been craving since he first kissed you so many hours ago.

He teases you in the best possible way, alternating between pressing his fingers into you, curling them slowly against your walls, and drawing them out to glide across your clit. It takes no time at all for you to feel the beginning of your climax swelling in your belly.

But then he stops suddenly, making you frown. You open your mouth to ask, to protest about why he stopped, but your words get stuck when he holds his fingers up to his mouth, licking each clean with a satisfied hum.

"I need to taste more of that,"

You want to make a coherent reply. You want to be cocky and cute and take back the power, but the predatory look in his eyes quells your tongue, and you find all you can do is watch.

He kneels down slowly, pressing kisses down between your breasts, across your stomach and down to the edge of your panties. He playfully licks a line following your waistband making you wriggle with ticklishness.

Santi lets out a soft laugh against your skin as his hands ghost up your thighs. Biting the edge of your panties he tugs downward, which does nothing. His second try budges them no further and only makes you giggle.

"Stop laughing," He grumbles but you can see the smile hiding at the corner of his lips. "This was supposed to be hot"

"Let me help a little bit," you giggle, hooking your thumbs into the material and pushing them down over your hips.

Taking the edge of your panties back in his teeth he tugs a few more times, eventually managing to get them far enough loose that they slide down your legs. For all the trouble it's caused him it is worth it, and you can't help but bite your lip at the sight of him at your feet, your underwear in his teeth.

As he kneels in front of you, his pupils blown wide, watching your every reaction, you realise while he holds a power over you, you hold just as much over him. This game of trading places, trading power, neither of you were going to win, because one would always give way to the other. You need him just as much as he needs you.

He lifts one of your legs, then the other, removing the offending material of your panties. He pushes your legs apart as you lean against the table, your fingers digging into the wood with anticipation.

His breath is hot against your skin as he runs his nose up your thigh, before placing soft kisses against your skin.

"You're so fucking beautiful," he mumbles softly, more to himself than to you. It's a strangely soft sentiment given the way he's been so far, and more than any of his other words, his soft statement makes you tremble the most. "And so fucking delicious."

He licks a hot flat stripe the full length of you before swirling his tongue around your clit, drawing a high pitched moan from you, your hips bucking against his face.

He gives a pleased hum at your reaction which vibrates through your core, before he devours you. He alternates between slow laps of his tongue against your clit, to pressing the hot muscle deep inside your core, tasting as much of you as he can.

Your fingers wrap in his short curls, dragging your nails lightly against his scalp as you hold him to you, high pitched needy moans freely escaping from your throat as his tongue brings you steadily closer to the edge.

You feel the familiar tendrils of heat snaking up through your belly, your legs trembling as he pushes you ever closer to the edge, the blissful edges of a climax just out of reach.

Your hips arch, chasing his mouth as he pulls back, a broken whimper tearing from your throat.

"Fuck, don't stop," you whimper as his lips move to your thighs, placing soft kisses there as though you arn't trembling in need. He takes your hands in his and gently presses them to the table, a silent command for you to keep them to yourself now.

"Hmm are you going to apologise for what you said?" He presses a soft kiss to your thigh as he looks up at you, waiting for your answer. You're momentarily confused before you remember your comment about him being an old man. If he's expecting you to apologise he has another thing coming. You blink at him, tight lipped and stubborn.

Santiago gives you a shrug, a mutter of "brat" and then goes straight back to lapping at your sensitive folds.

He brings you to the edge twice more, each time pulling away from you just before your climax hits, asking if you're ready to apologise as he goes back to peppering soft kisses against your thighs while you tremble.

Every time you ignore his question, determined that eventually he'll give in. But he's more stubborn than that and by the fourth time he pulls away, you're ready to tell him anything he wants to hear if only he'll let you cum.

"Fuck I'm sorry, I'm sorry," you whimper, legs trembling, your nails digging into the edge of the table. He raises an eyebrow at your apology, the glimmer of a smirk on his lips, before dipping his head back to your heated core, dragging his tongue achingly slowly across your clit. "I'm s-sorry. Please don't stop. Please, please."

Just a few more moments and you'd be over the edge. You'd apologised. He had to give in this time. He had to let you cum now. He had to.

You almost sob when he pulls away from you, the whimper of his name on your lips in a shaky plea.

"Santi,"

"I know, baby," he soothes softly, getting to his feet, "I know you wanna cum, but the first time I make you cum it's going to be on my cock."

Fuck. You're almost lost at his words alone, another needy whimper tearing itself from your throat. You almost don't mind that he stopped your climax yet again. Almost.

"Up," he breathes, tapping the edge of the table, a gentle command. You jump onto the kitchen table, sitting with your legs dangling over the edge.

"Off." You give your own demand, tugging at his shirt as he slots himself between your still trembling thighs. He allows you to this time, helping you pull it off before unbuttoning his pants, shoving them down, exposing his weeping cock.

"Of course you go commando," you giggle breathlessly, rolling your eyes as he grins at you. Really you shouldn't be surprised, it's exactly the sort of thing you should have expected. Your mind can't help but slip into memories of every time you've playfully sat on his lap.

"Easy access, baby," he shrugs. Wrapping his hands around your thighs he gives a sharp tug, dragging you to the edge of the table, and out of your thoughts. Your giggles cut off abruptly at the feel of his hard cock against your folds, coating him in your slick.

He holds your waist in a gentle grip as his lips ghost across yours, his eyes flicking across your body, drinking in the sight of your naked bodies pressed together.

"Please," you whisper softly, winding your arms around his neck, desperate need still sparking through your veins, "Don't make me wait any longer."

He captures your lips, allowing you to taste yourself on his tongue, swallowing down your moan as he presses himself inside you devastatingly slowly, allowing you to feel every ridge and vein as you adjust to the stretch.

You're expecting him to go to town, to rail you into the table until stars to explode across your vision. You don't expect him to still, drawing your body close against his chest, dropping his head to capture your lips, teasing them open to dip his tongue into your mouth.

His hands explore your flesh, ghosting gently along your back, caressing the curve of your hip, fingers tiptoeing down your thighs as he kisses you, slowly, as though he isn't buried deep inside you, as though he has all the time in the world to savour this moment. As though he hasn't brought you to the edge only to drag you back, a maddening number of times.

"Santi," you whimper in a plea against his mouth, your walls pulsing around him as he holds still.

Pulling back he takes your lower lip in his teeth and tugs gently, a rogue smile blooming across his face when you let out another soft moan.

"I"ve always loved the way you say my name. I can't wait to hear how you scream it."

He uses that exact moment, as your eyes go wide at his words to pull almost all the way out of you before thrusting deep, punching the air from your lungs.

It's blissful and euphoric. It's better than anything you could have imagined. Each thrust sends sparks scattering across your vision, pulling gasps and moans from you, each louder than the last. It takes him no time at all to drag you back to the edge, to hold you over the precipice of oblivion once more.

Your nails dig into his back as you bury your face in his neck, kissing and biting his shoulder as you tremble, heat blooming out across your body, desperate to feel more of him, to taste more of him, to chase the impending high that he's kept from you.

"You're close aren't you?" He groans, another deep thrust tearing a cry from your lips, "I can feel it."

"Yes," you whimper, wrapping your legs more firmly around his waist, trying to draw him deeper into you.

Wrapping his fingers around your leg beneath your knee he tugs your leg upwards sharply, high above his hip, causing his next thrust to hit the spot within you that makes you wail in pleasure.

"Fuck, right there," you whine, clinging onto him. He groans, his own stuttered curses mumbled against your neck as he pulls your body closer, barely leaving your wet heat with each deep thrust, rutting against you, desperate to be as close to you as possible.

It's almost too much. The pressure and tension threading through your limbs makes you tremble with need. Practically sobbing, delirious with pleasure you drop your head to his shoulder, nails digging into his back as the tension builds and coils inside you.

"Look at me," he commands, his voice rough with lust.

You lift your head to meet his eyes, dark with lust, intense, soft and hard. It's the same look he gave you earlier, only this time he doesn't pull away, he drags you impossibly closer to him. Somewhere in your pleasure clouded mind, you register the noise of the neighbours banging on the wall and you let out a shaky laugh, Santiago's face breaking into a grin. But then he shifts just slightly, dragging your leg a little higher, thrusting a little harder, his hand slipping between your bodies to press against your clit, and the tension that had been building inside you snaps. The release washes over you in trembling waves as you hurtle over the edge into oblivion, a scream of his name tearing from your lips, your eyes squeezing shut, unable to keep his gaze as you fall apart around him.

"Fuck. Fuck, baby. That's it, let me hear it." His arm tightens around your back, holding you up against his chest as your body convulses and trembles, his fingers still working against your clit as incoherent words and moans tear themselves from your throat, riding the high for as long as you can.

He groans at the feel of your cunt pulsing and squeezing around him, his thrusts falling out of rhythm, working to his own climax.

"Santi, Santi," you whimper his name over and over, your whole body trembling with the overstimulation. His muscles flex under your fingers as his hips stutter, plunging him deep into you with a low groan of your name muffled against your neck as he cums.

There's a long suspended moment where neither of you move, where you still feel the tremors of your climaxes, where nothing else exists in the world. It seems to drag on forever, and yet all too quickly Santiago is letting down your leg slowly, running his palm up your thigh and around your waist, holding you to him as his forehead drops to yours. You allow your eyes to flutter closed, still trying to catch your breath.

"You ok, baby?" He whispers softly, allowing his hands to roam across your damp skin, brushing across your back and hips, coming up to gently brush his thumb against your jaw. You manage to hum in assurance, wrapping your arms around his neck to keep him close.

"Yeah," you whisper softly, as your fingers soothingly trace the scar at the base of his neck. "San, do you want to stay here tonight?"

"I'll stay until you kick me out," he promises, brushing his lips against yours, his hands continuing to explore your skin, as though memorising how it feels to touch you. He captures your lips sweetly in gentle kisses, over and over, as though he can't taste enough of you.

"So, does this mean you're in love with me?" He finally whispers softly against your mouth. The question is quiet and soft, so different from his lustful growls that had filled your ears only moments earlier. There is such a hopeful edge to his tone that it makes your heart soften, any hurt that may have been caused by earlier events evaporated.

Opening your eyes you regard him for a moment — His flushed cheeks, sweat beading on his brow, his eyes hopeful yet concerned.

Even in the softest of moments you can't help but tease him, just a little.

"Santiago, I like you a lot. But," you sigh, raising your hand to cup his cheek gently as he frowns, "I once saw you eat pineapple on your pizza and I could never love someone who -"

"Ok, enough. Mala. You're such a brat," he complains, cutting you off. But he can't keep the grin from his face, relief bright in his eyes.

Giggling you frame his face with your hands, softly brushing your thumbs against his stubble as you bring your lips to his in a slow kiss. You pour your feelings into it, allowing him to see your heart without speaking.

"Yeah, you're in love with me," He breathes with a relieved smile as you pull apart.

"Yes," you admit with a soft smile, watching his face light up, "I'm in love with you. Now will you -"

"Shut up and kiss you?" He cuts in with a smug grin and a raise of his eyebrow.

"Actually I was going to ask if you'd shut up and bring me a cookie. I'm gonna need the sugar before we pick another room," you pause to give him a teasing smile, knowing exactly how to get what you want now, "well, that's if your knees can handle it."

Santi's knees survive the next round, but your bed is less fortunate.

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sukirichi · 3 years

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sweet lies (m.)

His lies were way too sweet – and you were too addicted to make him stop.

cw. oral (f receiving), fingering, slight body worship, public sex, multiple orgasm, orgasm denial, dirty talk, praising, titty sucking, nsfw, toxic megumi, fwb, slight angst, the traditional unedited fic

note. choose your fighter, megumi or sukuna 😈 and thank you to besties nie and ellie for editing this STOP SHOWING YOUR ANKLES CHIRREN

series masterlist | 01 | 02 | 03

Megumi slides your shirt down your shoulder to press kisses on the bare skin. Your head tilted to the side to give him easier access. You hate that you feel so weak around him, your hands gripping his thigh you’re currently straddling, already so breathless from his teasing ministrations.

“You should move back closer to campus,” he mutters at the juncture of your neck, pulling another soft gasp from you the moment his fingers dip inside your damp underwear. You feel him smile at your skin, using his deft fingers to push two of them inside your sopping hole. He pumps them in slowly, teasingly slow, coaxing your arousal to coat his fingers while you grind against his palm, eyes shut tight from the pulling knot in your stomach.

“It’s hard to fuck you when you’re a half-hour drive away.”

You scoff against him and roll your eyes. “I wonder why I got kicked out from the dorms in the first place.” Exactly two weeks ago, Megumi snuck in drunk and horny into your dorms, shaking you awake to get rid of his boner.

It was a sloppy quickie, mostly because he’s eaten brownies and got fuck drunk before stumbling beside your bed. The insensitive idiot left his rum bottle under your bed just as he wobbles back to his frat house, and as if things couldn’t get worse, there was a surprise dorm inspection the next day. Not only did they find cum stains all over your sheets, but your bed also reeked of weed and alcohol, resulting in a quick expulsion from the dorms.

If it weren’t for the help of one of your professors, Gojo-sensei, you wouldn’t have been able to find a decent, cheap apartment. It came with the price of rooming with one of his old acquaintances, a muscular, heavily tattooed guy who seemed to be a few years older than you.

He really wasn’t a bad roommate. Other than the fact he seemed really intimidating, the dude mostly kept to himself, either locked in his room or away for work that you don’t really get to see him that much. His place was decent too, your room bigger than the last, so it was a good deal, but as Megumi said, it’s really hard to fuck around when you’re so far away.

“Not my fault, you’re so weak for me, baby,” he taunts as you tighten around him, his pace increasing with his lips sucking love marks on your skin. You can’t help but snicker at his actions; if you didn’t know better, you’d say he was jealous.

But this was Megumi you were talking about – everyone knew he never got jealous.

“I don’t like you here.”

“Aw, sucks for you.”

“I’m serious,” he grips your waist tighter, drawing a drawled-out moan from you. Megumi rubs your clit with his thumb and swallows your moans through open-mouthed kisses, your fists balled into his hoodie. Fuck this, you’re completely aware he’ll never like you the way you like him, but it’s so hard to feel sad about that when he’s knuckle deep inside you and playing you like a violin. As much as you hated him and his pretty face, you have to admit his fingers were fucking magical.

Megumi nips at your lower lip before thrusting his fingers in and out of you at a numbing pace, not taking long until you’re creaming all over his hands. You pant at the orgasm, head falling back into his shoulder.

He brushes your hair away from your eyes and kisses the side of your head, the gesture way too sweet for someone who insisted on a ‘no-strings attached’ sexual relationship. But you don’t complain – this is like a dream come true for you – allowing him to leave a trail of kisses down your jaw instead, his wet hands squeezing your thighs in a possessive grip.

“You should just live with me. I’m not comfortable with the fact you live with a man.”

There’s a trace of jealousy behind his voice that you’d normally swoon at, but he’s pushing you to the edge and fucking around with your feelings so much that you can’t even enjoy the rare moment. You push yourself off him and reach for your discarded shorts on the floor, sliding the material over your legs while Megumi shamelessly stares at your ass behind you, his head resting on his hands.

“Megs, I barely even talk to the guy; he’s always away at work. You’ve really got nothing to worry about,” you tell him, making quick work of tidying your school packets just to ignore his heated gaze. “Besides, you and I aren’t even dating. Don’t get your panties in a twist.”

“You never hold back with your words, huh?”

You shot him a look, an angry glare that should be threatening, but the glint in his eyes just tells you he’s enjoying every second of it. “You like it.”

“Hmm, maybe I do,” Megumi tugs you back to the bed, effortlessly, as he flips you under him. In this position, he’s situated right between your bodies, hands clasped against one another. He’s absolutely stunning, bathed in the sliver of the moonlight, in your bed, no less. You’re a flurry of emotions – stuck between wanting to fuck him and kissing him, and then scream at him to let him know he should stop playing with your heart.

Megumi’s eyes darken as he traces over your silhouette, watching the way your chest falls heavily at his touches. He uses one hand to trace the tip of his finger from your breast down to your clothed core, a smirk painting his lips when you buck your hips up at the contact.

Fuck him, fuck him, fuck him.

“Just promise me you’re not letting others see your pretty pussy okay?” he tugs your shorts to the side, tongue darting out to lick at his lips at the sight of your glistening folds. You’ve lost count of the times he’s made you cum tonight with just his fingers; the raging hard-on hidden behind his sweatpants is proof that he’s quite different today by letting you get fuck-drunk on him first. Perhaps it’s his way of keeping you so helplessly wrapped around his finger, fucking you good enough that no one else comes second to him, and he knows this. He sees this from the desire pooled in your eyes.

Megumi scoots down lower to stare at your pussy, which is already embarrassing since you’re so wet down there. He simply sighs at your bare cunt before him, using two fingers to pull the lips apart, followed by a groan at the apparent slick. “This is all mine.”

In your lust-filled haze, you scrunch your eyebrows and sneer, “How about you mind your own business?”

“The fuck did you just say?” he chuckled, his warm breath tickling your inner thighs. “You’re mine, babe. Haven’t I fucked you enough to drill in that in your pretty little head?” Megumi doesn’t waste his time diving straight to your eager, awaiting core. Your hands fly down to tug at his hair as you grind your hips to his face, legs weak from his lips wrapped tightly around your clit. “You know I’ll get mad if you touch anyone else.”

“Fuck off, Megumi,” you spat out, “We’ve been fooling around for a year, and you still refuse to date me every time I ask you out officially. Listen, I understand you’re not ready for that kind of relationship, so you could at least respect that you don’t get the exclusivity of keeping me all to yourself.” Truly, this rebellion is so uncalled for and unexpected. The moment you had your eyes on him and made it your life’s mission to win him over, not once had you complained that he never wanted to take things a step further. But it’s been too long, too fucking long, and too many no baby’s already – your pride was beyond crushed. It was about time you set the boundaries this time, and you quiver around his skillful tongue, strong and firm as you rasp, “I’ll fuck whoever I want.”

“You’re lying.”

“What?”

“You love me,” Megumi pulls away from your clit with an audible pop, his face glistening from the smeared juices all over his cheeks. However, his eyes are narrowed, almost as if he’s scrutinizing you. You can’t focus on the fact he denied you of your orgasm because he’s looking at you so seriously, only to tilt his head to the side, a smirk playing on his lips. “It’s written all over your face.”

“Maybe I do, but are you deserving of it?” you push his head away and ignore the aching in your chest. Megumi shuffles close to you, pulling you in for another cuddling session before you hide under the sheets, making it clear you were not to be touched anymore. “Go home, Megs. I’m tired.”

In all honesty, you want him to stay. You want him to fight harder to win your approval back. He’s not a big cuddler, more of the type to pass out beside you after he’s gotten his own orgasm, but you’ve been so sure that maybe he might be different today. Under the sheets, your lip trembles in anticipation, eyes blinking wide at the dark silhouette outside your metaphorical shield. But as Megumi playfully slaps your ass, his warmth leaving the bed, you’re not really surprised.

He never stayed the night before – why would he do that now?

Silly girl, you chastised yourself.

“Fine. But I’ll be back tomorrow,” you hear him scuffle for his shoes outside, a smile evident in his voice as his words float around the silence of your apartment. “Wear my favourite set like a good girl for me?”

“Go away!”

Megumi’s laughter echoes all the way to where you curl yourself into a ball. You hate that his laughter alone makes your heart skip a beat, even if it doesn’t carry any affection behind then. “See you then, baby,” is all he says before the door slams shut, leaving you alone to your thoughts and insecurities all over again.

His lies were way too sweet – and you were too addicted to make him stop.

You’ve really hit rock bottom; that’s the only explanation for your actions. Megumi was coming over in a few hours, unsurprising that he chooses 3 AM of all times. Not only did it mean his frat brothers would be asleep, but it also meant that his other side bitches would assume he’s doing the same. You know, of course, you fucking know you’re not the only one, but it didn’t hurt any less.

The pain just keeps getting worse every time you think of him, said thoughts always comprised with your shirt trapped between your teeth and your hands down your pants. There’s no denying you’re addicted to him, though being addicted to a never-ending heartbreak was a different story.

A story which you’re not ready to find out yet, so you dress up in your sexiest dress and take the nearest cab, heading to a place where you definitely shouldn’t be.

Two more hours before Megumi arrives. Two more hours before you fall into that endless cycle of fucking and him leaving you alone, promising he’ll be back tomorrow, before it all repeats and traces back to square one. He’s not going to stop, and neither are you, so where was any of this supposed to go now? He doesn’t want you, not in that way, that very much is clear – so why was it so hard to let go of him?

Deep down at the back of your mind, you know your answer. It’s because, like the lovesick fool you are, you’re still hoping that maybe someday he’ll look at you the way you look at him.

Fuck it, is all you think of as you flash the bouncer your ID, not missing the way his eyes fall down your tits that are so close to popping out of your dress a minute longer than welcomed. Snatching your card away from him, you push against the crowd, immediately regretting coming here as the loud thumping of music and stench of sex and alcohol washes over your senses.

You make a beeline for the empty bar, save for the bartender who had his back turned to you as he wipes the glasses over.

You clear your throat to make your presence known. The first thing you see is a broad back, thick lines of dark tattoos outlined even in his white button-up shirt. He places the glasses down and moves expertly before you, sliding shot glasses next to others before procuring a drink out of nowhere, a greeting about to leave his lips when you both make eye contact.

The drink stays still on his hands, blinking for a moment at your equally stupefied face before he says, “It’s you.”

“S-Sukuna,” you greet back, smiling at your roommate. You’ve barely seen the guy the past few weeks other than sleepy good morning’s, and I’ll take the trash out tonight before both of you disappeared into your own worlds.

Sukuna is...well, you don’t know, exactly. It’s not like he’s around much for you to make a proper judgment of, but he’s a pretty nice roommate, filling up the fridge whenever you guys run out of beer. There were times he nods at you as a greeting before leaving for work, too, leaving you alone at the house from midnight all the way to the morning. Other than thinking your roommate is pretty unique from his face tattoos and roguish handsomeness that contrasts his rather frequent sleepy mumbles, you’ve failed to realize he could actually be like a normal human. Seeing him stand before you, his forearms lined with veins and his sleeves rolled up to his elbows, taut waist emphasized by a black vest, you swallow audibly.

He’s entirely different from the guy you often see passed out on the couch, but it’s a welcomed sight, nonetheless.

Sukuna’s actually...pretty hot.

Hiding the thumping of your heart – whether out of nervousness or it’s just trying to match the beat of the music – you beam up at him, eyes glossed over with curiosity as he reciprocates with a more mischievous grin.

If he’s easily read your mind that you are indeed attracted to him, he makes no comment about it, focusing on hearing your voice over the music instead.

He leans over to you, not pulling away even as your lips faintly graze his ear. Fuck, he’s got piercings too. You greedily drink in his masculine scent, thankful that the music thumping is so loud he won’t hear the frenzy mess inside your ribcage.

“I didn’t know you worked here. Heck, I didn’t know you were a bartender, but I guess the irregular sleep patterns make sense somehow.”

“What did you think I was, sweetheart?”

His deep voice reverberates all the way down to your toes, his throaty chuckle hoarse. “I-I don’t know,” you pull away nervously, blinking up at him way too innocently. “A gangster, to be honest,” you blurted out. Sukuna tilts his head to the side, and you immediately raise your hands beside your head as you mull over how offensive your words might’ve been. “I don’t mean anything offensive by it, I swear! It was just my first impression!”

“First impressions are usually false. Anyway. It’s fine,” he shrugs, resuming his task of wiping over the glasses.

His hands were so big, his fingers long and slender...your attention is drawn to the adept manner of how he wipes the cloth using the tip of his finger, reaching behind him to get another glass, all without keeping his eyes off of yours. It leaves much room to muse about what else he could do with those hands, and you squirm at your seat, opting to look at his face instead since that would be more polite than eye-fucking his hands.

Sukuna smirks, that cunning twinkle in his eyes matching the dim lights of the bar. Somehow, you suddenly feel so lightheaded.

“If it makes you feel better, I thought you were a shy girl at first, but your boy toy brings a different side of you every time he comes around.”

You squeak in embarrassment, “You’re home by then?!”

“Only sometimes,” he reassures with a laugh. “But I’ve heard enough,” Right. He’s older and definitely more experienced than your sexual escapades with Megumi – this must be nothing new to him by now, and yet, your skin flushes heated. “Don’t look too flustered, sweetheart. It’s not the first time I’ve heard of that,” he nods at you, “You don’t look very happy with him, though.”

“Tch, now you’re assessing my relationship status?”

“I don’t have to,” he shrugs, the gesture so damn reassured. Chuckling at your apparent frown, Sukuna shakes his head to himself. “It’s written all over your face you’re not satisfied with something. You wouldn’t be here if you were feeling good in the first place.”

“How much have you heard?”

“Oh, I don’t care about how you scream his name. That’s none of my business,” he grumbles under his breath rather bitterly – but that could just be the music messing with you. Sukuna holds your gaze as he sets the final glass down before you, his elbows languidly resting on the counter that separates you both. You’re left staring at him in wonder, watching the way he pours the drink right in front of you, the movement of his lips so intoxicating and even erotic you nearly didn’t hear him say, “But as your roommate, I wish you’d stop inviting him around and just kick him out already. He doesn’t like you, you know.”

He doesn’t like you. Megumi doesn’t like you – you know that already.

Glare deepening at your surprisingly nosy roommate, you take the glass from him and down it in one go. Sukuna’s brows shot up in awe, arms crossed against his puffed-out chest as you slam the glass down.

You were fuming.

“You don’t know a single fucking thing about me.”

“That’s right, I don’t,” he answers without skipping a beat, “But we men, we understand each other,” You open your mouth to retort, silenced by Sukuna’s finger pressing against your lips. You freeze at the contact, and Sukuna makes use of your state, continuing right where he left from.

“Listen, take it from me as free advice. I’ll even put your drink on the house.”

Really, nothing is stopping you from biting off this guy’s finger, but he looks like he knows something you don’t that you just choose to keep your mouth shut.

Satisfied at your decision, Sukuna smiles sweetly, reaching over to tuck your hair behind your ear. The gesture puts you under his spell, and he lingers there a little longer, massaging the lobes of your ears before he pulls back just as fast, almost as if he never touched you in the first place.

You fight back the urge to huff.

Why were men so complicated? One moment, they were hot, then cold the next. You would just never get it.

“That guy you’ve been mooning over for who knows how long? He doesn’t give a fuck about you. You’re just someone who warms his cock every now and then, but I guarantee he’s thinking about someone else in his head when he’s with you,” he announces straightforwardly, not giving you the time to recover before he shrugs like his words didn’t just slap you in the face. “Just call quits on him, sweetheart. There’s really no need to waste such a pretty face. Ever heard of the saying – there’s plenty of fish in the sea?” he pushes another drink to you, “Drink up and loosen a little. With a face and body like that, you’ll find someone better soon.”

“I highly doubt I can find someone better when all everyone sees is my appearance.”

“I don’t,” he hinted with dark eyes, “But I assure you it might be what people see first. You do have a face of an angel; men are into that shit.”

Taking the drink from him with a loud sigh, you feel yourself weaken. You bury your head in your hands, replaying all the memories you’ve had with Megumi. It’s foreseeable that almost all of them consisted of you two fucking, nothing but a faint memory of two where Megumi actually cared enough to perform aftercare. The thought makes you wince; he really is an ass, but you’re also so hopelessly infatuated with him that you refuse to acknowledge the truth.

“Megs and I...we’re just complicated, okay?”

“Sure.”

“I swear!” your defenses are hopelessSukuna’s knowing smirk, the man holding back a snigger from your silent rage. “Besides, maybe his disinterested nature is what made me attracted to him in the first place. I like the mystery. It’s not bad for a girl to enjoy searching for answers every now and then.”

“Except he’s already given you a concrete no, and you’re the only one still hanging onto him,” he reminds you. At your dropped jaw, Sukuna has the audacity to wink. That motherfucker –“Pressed a button, kitten?” he pats your head, leaving you to be even more riled up. “Don’t be sad. It’s not like he’s the only guy who can make you feel good.” As if a light bulb went up in his head, Sukuna hid his smile by turning his back to you, pretending to be engrossed in the drinks all laid out in front of him. But even with his face obscured from your view, his words rang thick and clear: “In fact, I bet you your cute ass someone else can change your former perspective on what pleasure really is.”

“Yeah, like who?” you snorted sarcastically, “You?”

“I wouldn’t be opposed to that,” he faces you, absolutely shameless as he eyes your cleavage. Sukuna clenches his jaw at the tempting view before him, sliding his gaze back to yours to look for the answers in your face. “If you want a demonstration, that is.”

Sukuna hasn’t really touched you or even spoke explicitly, but you’re breathing hard anyways, subconsciously clawing the countertop.

You don’t know if it’s your voice or his that’s ringing your ears, the words what’s holding you back? the last thing you hear before grabbing him by the collar, leaning over the counter to taste his lips. Sukuna smiles at the kiss, his large hands cupping your face in them. His thumb traces circles over your jaw as you greedily suck on his lip, uncaring that you’re making out with your roommate in a public place.

As if remembering that he’s still at work, Sukuna pulls away for a moment, diving in for one last peck that has you giggling adorably. Sukuna’s grin grows wider at your flushed cheeks, snapping his fingers at someone from a distance. “Geto, break!”

The guy who must be Geto popped his head out of the backroom, frowning at Sukuna’s words when his gaze lands on you and the not-so-subtle needy grip you have on Sukuna’s collar. His mouth forms into an ‘o’ shape before he gives a thumb up, disappearing afterward.

That’s all Sukuna needs before he’s leaving the counter, breathing in your panicked squeals as he picks you up, your legs flailing to wrap around his.

You’re giggling and laughing all the way to the back of the club, your hands tugging at his undercut and his own squeezing at your ass. Sukuna kicks the door of the restroom open, which is thankfully clean (you made the right choice choosing a luxurious club), settles you down before him, and locking the stall.

His lips are on yours in an instant, his hands tugging off your dress and scowling at it as if it’s offensive. “Calm down,” you tease him, “They didn’t do anything wrong.”

“They were a fucking tease the whole night,” he glares at the lacy cups of your bra, his breathing laboured as he cups them. You throw your head back until it thumps at the door, teeth muffling the moans that threaten to erupt. Sukuna unclasps the material in one swift movement, surprising with just how many times he’s done this before. “Fucking gorgeous tits – why the fuck does your boy toy not want to keep you to himself?”

“He’s – oh fuck,” you scrape Sukuna’s scalp, his tongue wrapping around the swollen bud. He caresses the other one not to leave it unattended, and he’s grinding you against the door so hard, his dick poking at your dress leaving very little to the imagination.

Sukuna chuckles at your broken response, rutting his hips in such a sensual manner you didn’t think he was capable of. “You were saying?”

You glare at him from under your chin, but he can’t take you seriously while he’s sucking at your tit like a child. This man is brave enough to nip it with his teeth, the sting making you hiss and buck against him. “He’s possessive,” you breathe through your mouth, a little in disbelief you’re casually thinking about him while Sukuna gets down on his knees. “He wants me to be exclusive with him, but he’s free to fuck who he pleases.”

Sukuna rubs both palms in front of his face as if preparing to devour a meal, which he’ll do so soon enough. He pushes your dress and bunches it at your waist, tugging your underwear to the side before he groans. The sound is so deep and masculine, so utterly frustrated for some reason you can’t understand.

“Now that’s unfair,” he mumbles absentmindedly, peppering your pelvis with kisses. The feverish touch of his warm lips on your already burning skin has you clutching at the door, feeling your legs weaken.

His eagerness and distrait acts of body worship drive you crazy. Megumi is good at making you feel desired and fuckable – that much you know from his habits of pushing his pants down at pretty much anywhere as long as you were around, claiming you’re a walking ‘boner trigger.’ Sukuna, on the other hand, was a lot more patient and attentive to his movements, taking the time to make you feel you were more than just a body and a hole. It’s odd, hella fucking odd, because this man is older than you and a friend of your professors, but did you care? No. Did you want him to fuck your brains out in a public restroom? Fuck yes.

A wanton moan paints the wall as Sukuna slides your thong off just above your knee, his eyes closed as he buries his cheek in it. You look down with wide eyes, hands grabbing at nothing and everything at the same time. From the looks of it, he’s sniffing your sex, the sight so outright erotic that you only moan louder.

How was it possible to be this much turned on?

By the time he’s opened his eyes, his entire demeanour’s shifted. Gone was the enthusiastic and sly bartender, now replaced with a much more animalistic entity residing beside it.

Before you could make yourself comfortable, Sukuna hooks one of your legs over his shoulder, the tip of your heel grazed against the tight walls of the stall. He licks a flat stripe from your hole that clenches around nothing, moving upwards in such a passionate, languid manner he’s making you forget you’re literally in a fucking restroom. Your breasts heave up and down from how you’re struggling to breathe, his tongue pushing past through the tight ring of resistance until he’s plunged through your core. You wobble above him, remaining upright only by his arm pushing your back flat on your under boob.

Sukuna slurps at your cunt yearningly, the hums he gives every now and then, making your core vibrate. You grind your pussy on his face, the black marks lined on his face glistening.

He moves to suck at your clit, transitioning after each beat to slurping the swollen bud and kissing your lips as if he was making out with it. You’re sure you’re making a mess on his face, but he doesn’t give you time to feel embarrassed about it. He spreads your legs further until your muscles ache from the stretch, the pain accompanied by your stomach tightening.

“S-Sukuna, oh, oh yeah,” you bang your fist on the door, his smug chuckles sending you over the edge. Your pupils blow wide as you feel the impending orgasm weigh down on you heavily, about to send you into overdrive by his tongue swiping at your lips, teasing you to give it to him more, give it to him harder. Turning your head down to warn him you’re coming, the words die on your throat because he’s already looking at you, his cheeks and nose smothered with your shining slick, and the brat is smirking. “Shit, you’re a little—” Sukuna cuts you off by generously sucking your clit one more time, pulling the muscle taut just to show you that it’s rolling between his lips. It looks fucking insane and filthy that you come right there and then.

Your orgasm is so strong that you actually slip from your heels. A scream from you is knocked back into you just as fast, Sukuna moving quick and graceful in one fluid movement. He catches your leg and shoves you against the door, gripping at your hips until you’re bending forward, ass perked, and wiggling just for him.

For a split second, you’re sure you hear the unbuckling of a belt, but it all fades in your clouded mind.

Sukuna enters you in one thrust, the sensation of being filled up so soon rendering you speechless. Literally absolutely silent, palms flat on the door and tongue lolled out, all the burning in your body focused on your centre.

He releases a grunt at finally being inside your plush, warm walls. Sukuna allows you to get used to his length for a solid minute, both of you catching your breath in the meantime. Your tits are sprawled out, and you’re a shaky mess, feeling nothing less of dirty yet so aroused that you can’t do anything about it. Sukuna thrusts in slowly at first, and that’s when you feel the size difference between him and Megumi. Megs was definitely blessed in the dick department, and he’s always been so cocky about it, but goddamn, Sukuna was beyond huge.

You think you could cum again just from him filling you up. He was stretching you out so well that he leaves behind a faint burn, making you feel as if it’s your first time all over again – all for the good reasons.

He soon begins to set his pace, one of his hands tugging at your ponytail so he could see your glossy eyes and mouth hanging open. Sukuna scoffs at your fucked out state, too cock-hungry even to form coherent sentences. His length is slipping past your folds in such a tantalizing, delicious state, the prominent veins of his cock kissing the bumpy ridges of your walls. He was right – you’re definitely changing your perspective on pleasure because you don’t think you’ve felt this good in your life.

With Megumi, it was mostly always about his own release. With Sukuna, he’s making sure you get to feel inch by luscious inch slipping out of you before he slides them back in, his deep moans the dirtiest thing you’ve ever heard.

“Aw, look at you,” he coos, kissing you sideways sloppily. Sukuna reaches the edges of your lips but licks at your skin anyway. His canines revealed to graze at your skin. It’s so animalistic, so carnal, and he’s fucking you with such primal need that you forget everything you once knew about sex. “Your pretty pussy is drooling for cock, sweetheart. Such a dirty little thing, taking me like this.”

Now, this was lust as its purest form, the rhythm of his hips so sinful you’ve lost faith in everything but how he’s making you feel.

The walls are pounding with the bass boosting outside, but soon even the loud volume of the synthesized music is drowned by your whimpers. Sukuna lets go of your hair to place his hands on your hips. If he was dominant before, he only encourages you to scream his name louder, realizing that he was still being nice seconds ago, but now he’s the one controlling you.

He pounds roughly into you until you’re crying, your drool dribbling from your lips and small patches dropping to the floor. It’s the same with your cunt. You’re so wet that you can feel squirts of cum staining his pants and your legs. Sukuna doesn’t stop praising you on how you’re so perfect, how your cunt is the tightest he’s ever fucked, and now he gets why your boy toy could never really let you go. In the middle of it all, he manages to slip in a comment that maybe Megumi’s dick isn’t big enough to stretch you out because you’re wrapped around him like a vice, to which you respond that he’s just massive.

“Fuck yeah, I am,” he agrees cockily, eyes narrowed at where his length kept being swallowed by your pussy. “I’m fucking destroying you, sweetheart. You’ll be broken by the end of this, fuck.”

His words are like ambrosia you’re getting drunk on, the filthiness of his mouth fuelling your desire. Your body heats up at the same time that familiar tingling tightens in your stomach, and you blindly stretch your arm out behind him. Sukuna easily reads your mind and takes your hand, looping his fingers with yours. His palm is right above your knuckle, and the angle hurts your arm so bad you cry harder.

“Please, please, please,” you beg him and snap your hips back to meet his dick thrust by thrust, “I’m so fucking close, please—”

“I got you, sweetheart,” he leans down for a quick peck at your hand, increasing his pace as he twitches inside you. Sukuna is thrown off rhythm by the way you grip down on his dick harder, his breath stuttering as a result. You wrap your fingers around him as your second orgasm that night crashes down onto you in waves, his cock on the brink of being spent from how you’re milking him.

He pounds deep and slow into you, relishing in the warmth of your cunt that he’s losing his mind, basically in the same state as you are now. You’re panting and sweating, cursing at each thrust, and he stills for a moment, pulling out so fast that you wince at the emptiness. Sukuna pumps his dick with his free hand and shoots his load onto your back, his moans guttural and hoarse. You grimace at the warm cum now coating your back because there’s no way you’re using your dress to wipe that away.

Sukuna chuckles at your silence, probably noting in the way you frown at him. “Sorry, sweetheart,” he runs a hand through his hair, his cock growing hard despite releasing a huge load. “Next time, I’ll cum in your mouth. I want to see you swallow me like a good girl.”

“Next time?”

You think you’re so sly by scoffing at him, but Sukuna isn’t stupid. He sees the way you light up at his implications, and he walks closer to you, a hand wrapped around your throat before you pull you flush against his chest. You gasp at the lack of air, blindly patting behind you, but your hand only grazes at his cock, which twitches excitedly at the contact.

“Yeah, next time,” he affirms with a low growl, licking from your jaw down to your neck. It’s so hot, he’s so hot, and you’ve never felt this sexy in your life that you soon become on par with him, pussy clenching around nothing. “I’m not done with you yet. You’re not leaving unless I’ve changed your mind,” he teases the base of your throat to squeeze it tighter, the swift movement of him filling you once more escalating to a tenfold. Your struggle to breathe causes you to clamp down on him hard and Sukuna’s chuckles falter into a quick inhale that’s so satisfying to witness. “What do you think? Still need more demonstrations?”

“Yes,” you choke out. Sukuna’s victorious and award-winning smile is hidden at the sweaty column of your neck where he leaves little kisses in its wake, ones that soon turn into something of a harsh bite. “Yes, please, show me more. Need you, need you so bad, you fuck me better than he does.”

Sukuna does more than show you that night. He makes you feel a thousand more nerves set on fire until you’re nothing but a moaning mess. After all, what better way to change someone’s mind than to mess with it on the inside?

In the end, when it comes down to it, your lies were way too sweet – and he was too addicted to make you stop.

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theyscreamjade · 3 years

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Just got a big brain request!

So I read some fuckboy!hc’s and would love to request head cannons of fuck boys Hawks, Bakugo, and Dabi reacting to getting attached to their recent fuck buddy! She’s not sad or angry when they do the whole thot speech on “no strings attached” and it was “outta fun”, she only cares about fucking her niggas safely and that there’s no std’s.

Reader has the curves, the wap, vaccum throat for head, and an amazing personality but isn’t too phased with players and can easily leave em to squat on someone else’s dick. However, said men grow possessive and fall for the reader who dead ass tells them she’s gonna end the fwb relationship because she wants someone who loves her to blow her back out. It’s up to you if they change for her or if she finds someone else

Desires

Hey my beauties, I hope you all are having a great night! It’s been a while…again. Sorry for the lack of posts lately, I’ve been dealing with a few bull crap for a while throughout this summer.

18+! (Anyone who’s underaged will be blocked!)

Disclaimer: Cursing, Sexual Acts, & Toxic Relationships.

* Let’s talk about fuckboy Bakugou okay?

* Now, at first it was a one night stand after going to the club with Kirishima but honey..

* You put a spell on him and with the greatness of Instagram, he found you again.

* He sat out rules ahead though after the second session and three rounds back to back.

* He didn’t want you wrapped up in the bullshit of his status and plus, he didn’t want any villain to take advantage of the fact he was dating someone. You’d be a instant target, so he simply said you two were fuck buddies.

* You completely understood and accepted.

* Now, to the good part. When he texts you, you better answer or he’ll just pop the fuck up.

* He doesn’t even wait until you can respond when he walks in, all undergarments better be gone because he needs that quickie.

* The number of times he’s pounded you right at the damn door is a full-blown shame.

* But when he finally got a company car, that unleashed a whole new side of him.

* He arrives late at night, calls you and fucks you right in the backseat.

* “Mm, you love being fucked silly, don’t ya?”

* He’s bold as hell in his dark tinted car. The blonde, cocky bastards once pounded you right in the parking lot of his office, just to name a FEW of the places that he’s taken you.

* Alas, like all things, some should come to a end and trust me. He noticed.

* He noticed how there was a presence of a another guy and the change in your personality. How you once moaned his name with each slam of his hips but now simply moaned.

* Who would’ve expected that guy you were seeing to be his buddy, Kirishima?

* He found out after a round at your place and discovered the remainder of red hair dye and hair gel, a key sign he was there and he..simply cuts you off. Then and there.

* This confuses you, not only you but Kirishima because he’s lost to the reason why his buddy was acting so damn strange…it takes a few days but Bakugou snaps at Kirishima.

* In the midst of his anger, he confessed his hidden and well kept feelings. You honestly think he never thought about making you his? Hell, after getting it a third time and watching you ride him..he was ready to reconsider. You worked your unbelievable magic on him and he couldn’t hide it…he was jealous.

* That’s when everything was opened, Kirishima was actually a simple friend of yours. You two has actually met days before and you introduced him to the wonders of Göt2B and how it holds its hair without any damage. By simply being a good friend, you redid his hair and this time safely.

* How the stupid feeling and jealously seemed to wash off his body at that moment. He didn’t even say a word, he promptly grabbed his keys, got into that infamous car and drove to your place.

* The moment you caught the whiff of caramel, it angered you and you glared at the door while he did the unexpected.

* He confessed his feelings. He actually had feelings for you that you also ignored for the sake of the relationship. Your heart was pounding in your chest before the question was asked.

* “Be my girlfriend.”

* (I’ll leave that for you guys do decide on.)

* How I love him so yet his personality gives me the highest of fuckboy/one night stand vibes that it breaks my heart.

* He’s the king of one nighters and can you blame them?

* Fucking a hot guy like him? Honey, he’s irresistible.

* But when he found his way to you, discovered what that mouth and WAP can do. Oof, he was hooked!

* Fight me, but he’s a eater.

* He’s a people pleaser, you don’t think he’ll devour that blessing between your legs until your shaking? It adds to his high ass ego.

* “You taste so fuckin good, baby.”

* He’s the adventurous bastard as well, ever heard of the mile high club?

* Just imagine that without a fucking airplane. Y’all fucked midair and it was grace from god that no one even saw you two.

* His favorite times to arrive at your place is morning towards the afternoon, night shifts are his work hours. So homeboy sometimes pop up right after work, just for that fresh, piping hot WAP served fresh.

* At least he’s considerate enough to bring you breakfast from a fast food restaurant during his flight to you.

* Let’s talk about those feathers and to all my plus sized beauties? Those feathers don’t give a fuck. If they can hold endeavor over thousand pound ass, they can hold you.

* Now, being a kinky bastard that he is. If it’s late at night and that feather starts to move and tug before more simply appear and scoop you up. Honey, you’re in for a ride and I hope you’re on birth control.

* Especially during mating season, whew! He. Goes. In. Every. Time.

* He’s more observant that leads on though. He knew you were talking to someone because he discovered you on a dating site during a investigation.

* When you come clean and suggest to end the relationship after you start dating a guy…he accepts. Of course he does, but also goes about to check the guy out too.

* He doesn’t admit how jealous he is but he can’t let that go. Not that easily. He has tried to replace you but none of those girls can’t do the wonders you’ve done.

* Hell, In the end..he wants you to be happy….but he can’t let you be happy without him.

* It’ll take some time..but he’ll confess his feelings to you. However, he was too late.

* The new guy wasn’t just a boyfriend anymore. He was a fiancé and you were soon to be wed, leaving Keigo accepting the fact that was happening before him.

* Yet, he accepts this pain like his past. In absolute silence and push to work himself to the bone all over again.

* Touya is the equivalent to a fuck boy but these a bit of a deeper issue within his mind that some would seem scary.

* Your relationship starts as a complete and I mean complete accident. You two were full blown drunk and high. Even while drunk however, he brought out those daddy issues and made you scream bloody murder that your neighbors were worried.

* The hickeys that covered your body along with the slight burns on your wrists and hips weren’t satisfying but the way he put it down was an addiction.

* Touya, himself became addicted to you. How you took him with ease and didn’t have a single dry spell. Dripping wet all throughout as he made your body seem worthless.

* Touya doesn’t even have a specific time or anything. He just shows the fuck up whenever and however he wants. There’s been times you’d come home from work and he’s simply chilling in your living room and eating your chips.

* You can do ANYTHING. And he’s turned on. Something as simple as grabbing water, boom. You’re bent over at the kitchen table. And let me not get started how adventurous he is!

* He doesn’t care who or what sees. I mean, yeah. Kids are excused and the elderly but you’re talking to a man who fucked you inside convince store.

* He doesn’t care, he fucked you against a giant window, in front of mirrors, in a Ferris Wheel. The list goes on.

* “Mmm, you want to be seen huh? The way your squeezing this dick, I would think so.”

* Again, like all things it must come down an end.

* Touya’s a wanted man and made such a significant and traumatic impact on you and others life’s.

* It honestly pained you to see how much he hates his own family all because of the bullshit his father pushed and out him through.

* He never spoken about but once and that was the first time you two had done it.

* You couldn’t handle the risk of being caught up in his shit so you cut it of instead of him.

* The moment you start dating a new man, a old feeling I rushed through your veins. Touya was an addiction you couldn’t just stop, especially when he had full control. He knew your body, he knew how to turn you on.

* He didn’t give a rats ass who the hell was your supposed new boyfriend, you’re his. His possible possessive tendencies could come out and..if the new guy is found in a pile of crisp one day by a officer.

* It’s just another body to add to the long list of Dabi murders but to him?

* It’s a fucker that got too close.

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okayshin · 4 years

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ʏᴀɴᴅᴇʀᴇ ʜᴇᴀᴅᴄᴀɴɴᴏɴs

✉ how they choose their darling

⤹ yandere!au

⤹ pretty boy setter edition

⤹ ft. akaashi, kageyama, kenma, oikawa, sugawara

⤹ tw. manipulation, fwb mention, typical yan things

═══ ᴀᴋᴀᴀsʜɪ ᴋᴇɪᴊɪ

▹ akaashi notices everything you do

▹ no matter how small, he sees it. takes notes. studies it and you

▹ you would’ve became friends with him in high school, introduced by the elated bokuto who “wants all of his friends to be friends”

▹ you’re dedicated and he likes that about you

▹ always attending every game, even if you mention previously that you might not be able to make it because a, b, or c.

▹ and bokuto lives for you being there. if akaashi didn’t know any better, he’d think bokuto had a crush on you

▹ akaashi is self-aware, to an extent.

▹ yes, he knows he shouldn’t be getting a bubble of anger in his chest when he sees you hug sweaty bokuto first after a game

▹ but he brushes it off as jealousy. nothing more, nothing less

══

They got the last touch. They were the victors of yet another game, and they would be the ones going to the finals.

They are the stars of the world.

So why does he feel a pang in his chest when you come down from the bleachers and go straight for Bokuto?

All excitement burns down to something less, the remains of a match brought to nothing more than charcoal and smoke while he watches his best friend swing you around in a hug.

“Did you see us?” he asks excitedly after setting you down, grin ever present on his features. You can only nod, just as happy as the man in front of you. You pull him into another, less frantic, hug, then turn when Bokuto addresses Akaashi as he approaches.

“We did it, Akaashi!”

“We did.”

As upset as Akaashi wants to be, Bokuto’s exhilaration is infectious. A smile makes its way on Akaashi’s face without him realizing, only to grow when you open your arms to him and give an excited squeal.

Whatever jealousy his mind made stems down to nothing more than ash, blown away the moment your arms wrap around his neck.

And suddenly, everything is okay again.

═══ ᴋᴀɢᴇʏᴀᴍᴀ ᴛᴏʙɪᴏ

▹ kags isn’t the type to get into a relationship ok

▹ however, i do see him as the type to become fwb with someone

▹ it’s not something that happens instantly ofc. it takes a lot of time and talking about boundaries and rules, but you get there eventually

▹ and you’d absolutely adore kags

▹ he knows it, too

▹ kageyama lives off of whatever attention you present him with

▹ but he sees no point in reciprocating anything

▹ give him an inch and he takes a mile

▹ he won’t acknowledge if you do anything that’s more romantic than fwb

▹ bring him a bento box for lunch “just ‘cause you felt like it?”? don’t make a habit of it, or he’ll start to expect them, without giving back anything in return

══

The blank look on his face should’ve told it all, honestly.

But, you’re no quitter! And in your defense, he was the one who told you yesterday how good your lunch looked.

Kageyama only stared as you presented him with a neatly wrapped bento box, processing what this could imply further down the line. Regardless, he takes the food and unwraps the cloth. It’s the exact thing you brought the day before, and despite your friends’ protests of ‘not getting too attached to someone like him’, you’ve taken it upon yourself to do something nice for him.

It is one lunch, after all. Maybe a second if he doesn’t cancel your ‘study session’ planned later on in the week.

“Thank you for yesterday,” you say nonchalantly, as if he didn’t blow out your back in the bathroom stalls with the only reasoning being ‘because Hinata pissed him off’ and he needed to do something with his pent up aggression, “I had a good time.”

He doesn’t reply, but you don’t expect him to; instead relishing in the fact that the tips of his ears burn. That doesn’t stop a smirk from forming on his face, though.

═══ ᴋᴇɴᴍᴀ ᴋᴏᴢᴜᴍᴇ

▹ kenma is one of the most analytical out of the five

▹ he can easily pick up on the things you do

▹ your pet peeves, your tics, your habits, all of it

▹ and he can just as easily use them against you

▹ is the best at making it seem unintentional

▹ what do you mean you don’t want to watch his game? you promised you would, even though he sort of pressured you to in the middle of a gaming sesh but it’s not fair to just,,, tell him you have other plans!

▹ it’s kinda rude to just get his hopes up and then let him down, isn’t it?

▹ probably the most self-aware out of everyone, but he really doesn’t care. people usually look over him because of how unassuming he is, so why would him taking interest in you be noticed either?

══

Your agitation was tangible. He could make out your form under a blanket from the video call you were on, pitiful and tired, but that doesn’t stop the slight frown from crossing his features.

“You promised you’d come watch me and Kuroo play tomorrow, though.” A pinky promise, at that, but he wouldn’t bring up the facts.

You pout, shoulders dropping with a sniffle, “That was before my parents told me about their anniversary dinner, Kenma.”

“I really wanted you to meet my friend from Karasuno. I think you’d really like him.” He toys with the string of his hoodie, looking away from the screen for just a moment. He hears you huff out a sigh, screen going black for a moment.

Video Paused.

“I’ll talk to them about it, see if I can make it up to them somehow.” Another sigh, followed by some tapping on the screen that Kenma can only assume is you typing.

“If you can’t, it’s okay. No need to worry about it.” Kenma says dismissively, despite knowing you and your tells; the tone of your voice breaking way into confirmation that you’ve given in to his less-than-pushy demand.

“Too late,” your screen comes back on, some shuffling and replacing your phone propped against a pillow, “already texted them. What kind of snacks should I bring?”

“Whatever can get you through the match.” He smiles, a genuine, sweet smile only reserved for those he cares about.

═══ ᴏɪᴋᴀᴡᴀ ᴛᴏᴏʀᴜ

▹ oikawa is manipulative for starters

▹ to his peers, his friends, his teachers, his fangirls, to everyone

▹ he’s good at adapting to less-than favorable situations and will do whatever it takes to get his way

▹ the definition of a brat

▹ he’s not above using people for how own advantage, either

▹ you don’t want to go out with him? that’s perfectly fine! just don’t come crying to him when you get hundreds of hate mail from his fangirls that he oh so dramatically confided in

▹ is not afraid to make you out to be the bad guy at all

▹ honestly doesn’t care if you really like him or not. even if you say you don’t, he just believes you’re lying. he’s the great king, after all. who wouldn’t like him

══

This was the fifth letter you’d found in your locker since school started. No, scratch that- the first two were slipped into your backpack, along with some of your items being stolen by whatever crazed fangirl deemed it necessary to make your day worse than what it already was.

It doesn’t take an idiot to know what you did wrong to be in this situation. You’d denied Oikawa Tooru, your school's golden boy, telling him you’d rather study than watch him practice volleyball and get dinner after. If you’d known this would be the backlash, you would’ve thought twice about turning him down.

Someone clicks their tongue behind you, causing you to jump and whirl around. The man at fault stands looking over your shoulder, hands on his hips with a pout on his face.

“That doesn’t look like a confession letter- unless the broken heart means you’ve already denied them before they had a chance?”

The suggestion makes you more than agitated- he knows what the letter is. Hell, he probably gave them pointers on what to write! You slam your locker closed with one hand and crumble the letter with the other.

“Is there something I can help you with, Oikawa?”

His name tastes like venom on your tongue, yet it doesn’t make him falter, pout turning to a grin, “There is actually. I’m sure you’ve heard we’re up against The Iron Wall- and I was just double checking that my potential number one supporter would be there?”

You open your mouth to snap out a reply, but you can feel the glares from your peers; girls and boys alike whispering to each other- stirring a pot they know nothing about.

So, you bite your tongue. Grit your teeth and deal. It’s just one game, after all- what’s the harm in missing a few hours of a study session?

“Yeah, I’ll be there.”

“Great!” His smile grows tenfold, reaching up and pinching your cheek endearingly, “I’ll be sure to let everyone know just how sweet you really are.”

You don’t miss the mischievous glint in his eyes; the way he moves away from you so confidently telling you more than enough. He knows the game and he’s playing it well.

═══ sᴜɢᴀᴡᴀʀᴀ ᴋᴏᴜsʜɪ

▹ the sweetest boy on god

▹ just cannot place his feelings!

▹ does he like you? like like you? want to be friends? more than friends? take you away from anything and everything that could ever hurt you?

▹ falls back more into the last category, and can only assume it means he likes you

▹ he’s probably the least dangerous to have after you

▹ suga doesn’t want to do anything that would ruin your relationship, or the potential for any future relationships

▹ this makes him the best friend you could ever ask for, honestly

▹ will walk you home if you ask (as long as you can stand to wait until after practice)

▹ takes you out for lunch or dinner or study sessions at the local cafe on the weekend and refuses to let you pay for anything

▹ snacks, drinks, and meals are all on him and he doesn’t complain at all

▹ generally doesn’t ask for anything but your friendship in return

▹ but if you give him a hug or hold onto his arm and let him imagine you’re more than something you aren’t then that’s the best payment

══

“You’ve gotta let me pay for something, Suga,” you whine, trying to push some cash into the center of the table only for the man to push it back towards you and pass his card directly to the waiter instead.

“Nope, I invited you out so therefore I pay.”

“By that logic, if I invite you out next weekend then I’ll pay?” You grumble, stuffing the money back into your wallet. “Sounds fair to me.”

“No,” he disagrees again, looking up when the waiter brings back his card and a paper to sign, “I’ll just say no to hanging out- therefore you have no reason to pay.”

“That’s just mean, Suga.” You whine again, “What if I say no to your hangout session, then?”

“You can’t say no to me.” He smiles an award winning smile, thanking the waiter, then standing and waiting for you to pull on your jacket before you step outside. “It’s not allowed.”

“‘Not allowed’?” You repeat with a scoff, scrunching your nose at how chilly the temperature outside is compared to the warmth inside the building, “So you can say no to me, but I can’t you? Isn’t that a double-standard and make you a hypocrite?”

“Maybe,” he shrugs, shoving his hands into his jacket pockets, “but it doesn’t change the fact that I simply will not be letting you pay for anything.”

You puff out your cheeks in protest, but it’s gone just as quickly as it appeared and is replaced with a grin. Patting Sugawara on the arm a couple of times before your arm wraps itself around his own while you pull him closer to your favorite spot. The dog park.

Sugawara always plans for this; taking you past the park so you can see all the pets running around. Your reaction is always the same- hitting him a few times to get his attention, then, wrapping your arm around his so he doesn’t stray far, and won’t leave his until he drops you off at him. It’s routine, at this point. Your warmth seeps through his jacket, and it’s all the payment he needs.

#yandere!au #yandere!haikyuu #akaashi keiji x reader #keiji akaashi x reader #tw: yandere #tobio kageyama x reader #kageyama tobio x reader #kenma kozume x reader #kozume kenma x reader #oikawa tooru x reader #tooru oikawa x reader #sugawara koushi x reader #koushi sugawara x reader #haikyuu #haikyuu x reader

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sushireads · 4 years

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hiii do u have any fwb recs

hiiii! yes, i have quite a few friends with benefits au to recommend. some i had to hunt down in my messy drafts because the little old silly me forgot to reblog them. it’s also an au i have yet to organize so thank you so much for the reminder! but anyways, enjoy enjoy. <3

Come Over by @minflix

myg x reader — ON-GOING | smut, humor, fluff | ? | 14K words

When Yoongi’s fellow tattoo studio mate/friends with benefits/girl he is in love with comes back home from a month-long tattoo guest spot abroad, she starts acting weird and cold towards him.

So it’s up to Yoongi to show her how much he really missed her — one mind-blowing orgasm at a time.

TATTOO ARTIST au

crystallised saga by @floralseokjin

01. memoirs of a mistake

ksj x reader — smut, crack, light angst | series

A series of hook ups with Kim Seokjin, the college’s biggest fuckboy…

02. lostmyhead

ksj x reader, myg x reader — smut | one shot | 13.3K words

Kim Seokjin is the worst thing you’ve ever done, quite literally. Hooking up with him—continuously, for months, is something you regret doing. Mainly because you now have a boyfriend and have seen the error of your ways (mistake!). However, even then, you can’t seem to escape him…or say no for that matter…

;or alternatively, Jin somehow convinces you and Yoongi to have a threesome with him…

03. crystallised

myg x reader, ksj x reader — 🍙, smut, angst, romance | series | 100K words

Six weeks, that’s all it takes to forget about the threesome you shared with your boyfriend, Yoongi, and your past…fuckbuddy, Seokjin. After all, it’s no big deal. Yoongi and you are doing better than ever, there’s no reason to regret such a night shared. That is until you hear some gossip in the library one day, and then slowly, little by little, everything starts to fall apart… Can you begin to make sense out of all this confusion, or is it too late?

delicate by @hoseoksyn

jhs x reader — romance, angst, smut | one shot | 26K words

after being effectively dumped by your fuck-buddy, your attention is unexpectedly drawn towards your womanizing friend and fellow dance major, hoseok. breaking his golden ‘no sex with friends’ rule is easier said than done, but you soon discover that there is a delicate line between friendship and love.

— part of the beta tau sigma collaboration

FRAT, FRIENDS TO LOVERS, FUCK BOY, FUCK GIRL au

ex-friends til the end by @minnpd

kth x reader — smut, angst | one shot | 5.3K words

For science by @boymeetsweevil

jjk x reader — fluff, smut | series

Jungkook asks you to let him watch you get off. For science.

NERD au

Heatwave by @curly-bangtan

kth x reader — smut, angst | series

When your town is hit with a heatwave, and the air conditioning at your shared place coincidentally malfunctions, you start to go a little crazy at your shit luck because there’s nothing you hate more than clammy pits, while Taehyung goes a little crazy thinking you’re trying to seduce him with your tiny shorts and popsicle-sucking skills.

ROOMMATES, FRIENDS TO LOVERS au

just friends by @kinktae

jjk x reader — smut | series

The transition from best friends to best friends with benefits is never easy, especially when there’s a daddy kink involved.

Or, “You love to run your mouth, don’t you, baby girl?”

Playing to Win by @tayegi

kth x reader, jjk x reader — smut | one shot | 8.6K words

Taekook friends-with-benefits threesome/porn without plot nonsense

The Only One by @jjungkookislife

kth x reader — smut | one shot | 8.7K words

FUCK BOY au

The Platinum Rules by @taecalikook

kth x reader — two shots

Being a true fuckboy he truly is, Taehyung only has three rules when dealing with his one night stands. One, never ever wine and dine someone before sleeping with them. Two, never ever stay the night after one night stands. Three, is never, never ever meet a girl’s parents under any, any circumstance ever. These are his Platinum Rules, the one never break even once and it conveniently keeps him off the hook for anything. But what magic are you playing to have the fuckboy break all his rules for you in a span of only 24 hours?

— a spinoff of (Not) Just Friends

FAKE RELATIONSHIP, FUCK BOY, FRAT au

the weekend (AO3 Link) by @obiwrites

myg x reader — smut | two shots

when your brothers annoying best friend moves in announced

ENEMIES TO LOVERS, ROOMMATES au

unspoken rules by @latetaektalk

kth x reader — angst, fluff, smut | series | 34K words

sticking to rules was a lot harder when they were unspoken and a certain fuckboy was involved.

1. no strings attached.

2. no telling others.

3. no getting to know each other.

FUCK BOY, COLLEGE au

Until Next Time by @taeverie

pjm x reader — smut, humor, fluff | series

Who would have guessed that a stranger you met through an online game would quickly escalate into a cyber fuck buddy?

GAMER, LONG DISTANCE RELATIONSHIP au

You Up? by @jjungkookislife

jjk x reader, kth x reader — smut, angst | one shot | 9.5K words

FUCK BOY au

#sushi:ficlists #au:fwb

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neo-couture · 4 years

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touch me, tease me

pairing: Hendery x reader

warnings: some smut, angst, fwb

request: can i request an angst (and smut??) blurb of hendery and reader as fwbs who start to have feelings for each other.. and hendery wants to go further but reader is protective of her feelings lol :(( tysm

Silent gasps and moans filled the room, the struggle of staying quiet becoming almost too much. Hendery had his hand over your mouth, whispering for you to be quiet as he rolled his hips against yours. Your legs shook and tears spilled from your eyes as you felt him inside you, dragging along your walls at a painfully slow pace.

Hendery’s roommate was in the next room and the walls in their apartment were paper thin. The two of you had gotten a lecture the last time you stayed over because Kun, Hendery’s roommate, had an exam the next day and you two were “fucking like animals.” It was an awkward conversation you did not want to have again any time soon.

But, your lust-clouded brain didn’t care. Any sense of cautious and courteousness flew out the window when Hendery pressed against that spot inside you. You cried out against his hand, but he didn’t pick up his pace, he only told you to quiet down. Tease.

Frustrated, you pushed him onto the bed beneath you, his cock slipping out in the process, before you straddled him.

“Fuck being quiet,” you said. You reached behind and grabbed his hard, slick cock, and lined it up with your entrance. Sinking down, you both let out low groans, knowing in the back of your mind you’d be in for another lecture tomorrow. Pushing the thought away, you began to roll your hips against Hendery’s, his cock rubbing deep inside you. You loved riding him because he could go so deep. And you enjoyed seeing Hendery beneath you. He usually liked being in control, letting out all his energy with you. But sometimes you liked to watch him have to control himself while you took the lead.

Hendery’s hands flew to your waist, letting soft breaths escape his lips. His eyes were drawn to where the two of you were connected, very much enjoying the way his slick cock would disappear between your folds.

You moved your hips faster, chasing your high, and Hendery’s fingers dug into your skin. You hoped there’d be bruises. Something to show your other… companion later. Show him how it’s done.

“Fuck, you’re trying to make me come, aren’t you? Moving like that,” Hendery grunted. Your smile was all the reply he needed, and it wasn’t long before you felt him spill inside you. You followed closely behind, always loving the way his cock twitched when he came and the feeling of his come filling you up. He was the only guy you let do that, come inside you.

You collapsed against his chest, exhausted, sleepy, and utterly blissed out. You knew you’d have to clean up, but for a moment, it was just nice to have another heartbeat close to you.

The thing about being friends with benefits with your best friend was that sometimes hangouts blurred the lines between platonic hangouts (which almost always ended in sex) and “dates”. While you and Hendery weren’t dating, having dinner, watching a movie, then fucking sounded pretty close to dating. At least, that’s what all your friends said.

You shrugged them off, having no need for dating since your last disastrous relationship. You shuddered remembering him, how he would always check in on you to make sure you weren’t screwing around with another guy, all the while he was sleeping with another girl for almost six months of your relationship. They got married not long after your split in what – according to Instagram – was “a magic, fairy tale wedding for two soulmates”. You gagged.

You had pretended not to be hurt, but it crushed you. That had been almost two years ago, but since then, you’d sworn off actual relationships and stuck to casual, no-strings-attached deals.

Which brought you back to the Hendery situation. At first, you were reluctant because he’s your best friend, but that first night with him erased any and all concerns you had. It was by far the best sex you’d ever had and he hadn’t disappointed you since.

Recently, however, when you’d been mulling over your encounters with Hendery, you found yourself focusing on the way he would kiss you, or how he’d hold your hand, or whisper your beautiful in your ear. It was hard not to notice those things. It used to be that you’d only daydream about him fucking you, and it was more raw, more about the sex. Not so much about that other stuff.

He’d only started doing that other stuff recently as well. He’d gotten sweeter, more attentive. Maybe it was because you were best friends already. He was just being a good friend, that’s all.

You gnawed at your lip, lost in thought, not noticing when Hendery sat down across from you. “What’re you thinking about?”

It took a moment to respond when you caught sight of him. He grinned at you, charming as always, and you had to let out a breath before responding. “Nothing.” Hendery squinted at you for a moment before shrugging it off.

“Thanks again for letting me come over. It’s been a rough day. Fuck school at this point, honestly.”

You chuckled. “You say that now, but don’t try and tell me you’re not gonna be hunched over your laptop within the next hour.” Hendery shrugged and smiled again.

“Not if I’m busy doing something else.” He draped his arm across the back of the couch and suddenly the space between the two of you felt too big, too noticeable. His movement felt like a subtle invitation and you immediately felt your mouth water.

Crawling over, you tugged him in for a kiss. Hendery’s hand moved from the couch to your waist, before finding its way to your ass. He gave it a quick squeeze and you nipped his lip in response, earning you a gasp.

“What do you want tonight?” you asked, lips close to his.

He smiled up at you, eyes dark. “Anything. As long as its you.”

You flopped back against the pillows on you couch, exhausted but content. Your legs lay open as Hendery stood up, wiping his mouth with the back of his hand. He patted your thigh as a signal to scoot over so he could sit beside you. It was cramped on the couch, but nice having him close.

“So? How was it?” he asked, cocky. He already knew the answer.

“Amazing, obviously.” He leaned down to kiss you, and you felt a lingering wetness on his lips mixed with your subtle taste. You wondered if he could taste himself on your lips as well.

“Well, you know I always have to return the favour.” You chuckled and felt your walls clench at the memory of his dick in your mouth. He’d hardened so nicely under your tongue, and you’d had the fabulous view of his chiseled jawline when he leaned back against the couch.

Hendery settled into the other side of the couch and you considered putting your pants back on but couldn’t quiet bring yourself to do it. Not with how Hendery kept glancing between your legs before taking a deep breath and looking away.

“Wanna come over to my place tomorrow? Kun won’t be home so we can be as loud as we want.” He winked as he said this and you felt your stomach drop.

“Ah, sorry, I have- I’m kind of seeing someone tomorrow night.”

Hendery paused for a moment. “Oh, okay. That’s fine.” An awkward silence followed and you weren’t sure what to say. You two weren’t exclusive, right? That would imply you were dating. It was the same situation with this other guy; no feelings, just fucking. So, why did you feel guilty? Why were you dreading meeting up with this other guy? Why did you feel like you had to reassure Hendery?

“I should… probably go now,” Hendery said. You blinked, shocked. Hendery usually stayed over. You two were still best friends, after all.

“Are you sure? You can stay over if you want?”

“No, I uh, I realized I have to get up early tomorrow.” He was gathering up his things, avoiding eye contact. “I’ll talk to you later.”

“Hendery-”

“It’s fine, Y/N.”

The door closed behind him and you were left staring at it, alone.

It had been a couple days since you had heard from Hendery and fortunately, one of your friends was throwing a party, the perfect way to take your mind off everything that was going on. Although, when you arrived to your friend’s house, overflowing with drunk, rowdy students, you felt the urge to turn around and go home. But, unfortunately for you, your friend caught sight of you and dragged you into the mess.

You managed to push your way into the kitchen, away from all the drunk people. There was a couple making out on the counter but you didn’t pay any attention to them. Mainly because your eyes had caught a more gripping scene.

Hendery.

With his hands around another girl, smiling as he whispered something in her ear. You couldn’t look away when he kissed her, his eyes falling shut and his dark hair falling over his face. You wondered if that’s what he looked like when he kissed you.

Unable to look away, you gawked at the scene, wondering why you felt a sick sense of dread. His hands roamed over her body and she tangled her fingers in his hair, the way you did when he went down on you. You gripped the island counter and gasped when Hendery opened his eyes, looking directly at you. The two of you stared at each other for what seemed like hours. There was a look in Hendery’s eyes; hurt? Desire? Contentment? Anger? Deciding it didn’t actually matter, you slammed your cup against the counter and stormed out the back door.

You were pissed. Not at Hendery, but at yourself. For pushing him away, for ruining your friendship, for getting angry at him for kissing someone else when he had every right to. Your eyes were blurry with tears as you sat outside in the cold.

You wanted to go home. Fuck this stupid party.

Slowly and with much difficulty, you stood up and went to head around to the front when the back door opened.

“Hendery?”

He looked surprised for a moment, but then relaxed. “I thought I saw you come out here.”

Anger surged through you again. “I’m surprised you could see much of anything. You seemed pretty busy.” you spat. He looked at you for a moment again before gesturing for the two of you to sit. You did so reluctantly, wanting nothing more than to leave.

He let out a long sigh, wringing his hands together. “I’m going to be honest with you, Y/N. I don’t want her.” You shrugged, feigning indifference. What did it matter to you? “I want you.”

You froze.

Did he mean-?

“What do you-?”

“I want to go out with you, date you, whatever. Properly.” You gawked at him, your brain completely shutting down. While he waited for your response, he hung his head, hair falling over his eyes once again. To an outsider, he expression looked neutral, calm. But you saw the turmoil in his eyes.

“Hendery, I-” Yes. Yes. You wanted to say. You yelled at yourself in your head to just say it, but nothing came out. “Y-you know I-”

“Don’t do relationships. I know. I just… I thought if you wanted to give it a try…?”

Again, you said nothing, only stared. The voice inside your head still yelling at you to say yes. This is what you’ve been wanting. But still, you said nothing.

Probably tired of waiting for an answer, Hendery stood up to go back inside. “You don’t have to have an answer now. Just... think about.”

He gave you once last glance before shutting the door behind him, and then he was gone.

It had been several days since Hendery had heard from you. He was starting to lose hope. He regretted telling you how he felt, wishing things could go back to the way they were. Maybe even to before you were friends with benefits, and just friends. You two were good at that.

And now everything might be ruined.

Because he ruined it.

At least you didn’t tell her you love her, Hendery thought. No, he’d save that for another time. If there was another time.

There was a knock at his door, Kun, of course, and Hendery grunted in response. Kun cracked open the door to Hendery’s room and poked his head in.

“Um, Y/N’s here.”

Hendery shot up, staring at Kun with wide eyes. No, no, this is not good, he thought, I’m in my pajamas and haven’t showered in days. If she wasn’t going to go out with me before, she sure won’t now. But before he could protest, Kun stepped aside to let you enter.

Hendery gawked, speechless. And feeling slightly betrayed by Kun.

“Hi,” you said shyly. Hendery let out a breathless hi in return, not noticing Kun shut the door behind him, leaving you two alone.

Neither of you spoke as you stepped closer to Hendery. Your mind was still going a million miles a minute, and you felt scared, anxious, guilty, but also happy, excited, hopeful. It felt like you’d made the right decision.

You held out your hand to him and he hesitantly slipped his hand into your palm.

“I’m willing to give it a try if you still are,” you said.

It took a moment for Hendery to reply, and then he let out a few nervous laughs which turned into giggles. You smiled. Yes, this is what you wanted.

Hendery smiled back.

“Yeah, let’s do it.”

#hendery #hendery smut #hendery imagines #hendery scenarios #hendery x reader #wayv #wayv smut #wayv imagines #wayv scenarios #wayv x reader #thank you for sending in the request!!!#this is kinda shit and i suck at angst but i still hope you like it!!!!!!!!!!!!! ly <3333 #my writing #request

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hi friends ! i’m farah nd im coming at u live frm the pst timezone to bring u a new muse of mine. so excuse me as i ramble abt holden under the cut. like this post and i will come bother u for plots?? that or u can im me on here or on my discord (farah#1263), whatever works rlly! anyways, super stoked to be here and to get to write with u all!!!!

(TOBY WALLACE, CIS MALE) - Have you seen HOLDEN DONAHUE? HOLDEN is in HIS JUNIOR year. The PHILOSOPHY MAJOR is 21 years old & is a TAURUS. People say HE is QUICK-WITTED, DARING, IRREVERENT and DETACHED. Rumors say they’re a member of CALLOWAY SOCIETY. I heard from the gossip blog that HIS FATHER PAID OFF THE SCHOOL TO CHANGE HIS GRADES AFTER HE FAILED FOUR CLASSES LAST SEMESTER FROM NEVER SHOWING UP. (FARAH. 22. PST. SHE/HER.)

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holden grew up between upstate new york and manhattan in an extremely wealthy family. from the outside, his family had the appearance of perfection, but underneath that facade lay years of shocking and hidden family secrets that one way or another got out into society, even if his family tried to put them down as merely rumors.

his father is a highly respected but also deeply feared business man/media magnate known for his cutthroat attitude in his business dealings and personal relationships. he had an extremely difficult childhood, having been orphaned at a young age and passed from relative to relative around europe, many of whom were not very kind to him. still, he was incredibly intelligent and wanted to make something of himself, having this belief in the american dream and wanting to move there if he ever got the chance. after attending college on a scholarship, he was able to use his connections and move to new york, where he founded his own start-up that eventually led to him building his own personal fortune.

his mother was very much a hustler. she grew up poor in new york and at an early age, learned how to use her good looks to manipulate men for the finer things in life. she had a short stint as a model before she met holden’s father, charming him enough to call it quits with his first wife. underneath her obvious beauty, however, was a fiery temper and substance abuse problem. the thing about her was that she really wasn’t made to be a wife and mother. holden’s father thought he could turn her into this perfect socialite/housewife (marrying her and then proceeding to have his older brother, cal, and holden in a very short span of time), but the task proved impossible. she was always only looking out for herself and didn’t enjoy being tied down, certainly not with kids to take care of despite the nannies his father provided. they fought constantly, and their home life was extremely unstable. it was a normal occurrence for holden to see his mother being dragged off to an institution by his father’s security guards or for his mother to use him and his brother as bait to get his father to give her money for drugs, to leave him, or sometimes just to try and get back with him.

eventually, she finally did leave, having told holden and his brother the three of them were moving to los angeles, but leaving without them and dying of a drug overdose shortly after. holden was about six at the time and thinks he has successfully hidden this entire episode from his memory, but it’s definitely something that affects him whether he likes it or not.

although his family claims this was merely just a rumor, it was often said that there was some foul play behind her death and that his father had some involvement, not wanting her to ever leave him and move on with her life. while holden deep down may admit that this could be the case, it’s never something he would really say.

at this point, his father rarely talks about his mother and when he has, he has poisoned her memory so much, holden feels like he never really had one. when he was younger, he’d often make up stories about her in his head, which were far different than who she actually was. it helped at the time, but after a while it was easier to just forget her altogether.

while his father cares deeply for his children and has provided them a life of ease and luxury, he’s certainly not innocent in all of this mess. he’s extremely manipulative and often psychologically traumatizing to them as well. he often finds his children to be lazy and ungrateful and resents the way they’ve been raised (even though it was his own doing), while he suffered from poverty and abuse in his own childhood. he often pits the two of them against each other, always trying to see who’s the stronger, smartest, who will do whatever it takes to be the best, especially because there’s always talk about who’s going to be the one to be the one who’s going to take over when he retires. it is usually said to be his older brother, because it’s no secret that he’s his father’s favorite.

because of this, holden and his brother never really got along. or so it seems. they did when they were younger, but their hatred runs so deep that the even thought of that feels like a distant reality. they’re only two years apart, but they couldn’t be more different. while his brother is a complete perfectionist and will do just about anything to please his father, holden gave up on that idea along time ago. it didn’t matter what he did, he never seemed to be able to measure up against his brother. maybe it was because he was younger, maybe it was because he was more sensitive and seemed to feel things at a deeper level, maybe it was because he wasn’t as competitive, or maybe there was no explanation why his father simply liked cal better. holden’s never seemed to figure out. he’s always felt like the screwup of the family, so eventually that’s what he became.

he started drinking and using drugs at an early age, basically trying anything to mask his pain and trauma. while his brother excelled academically and in sports in high school, holden never applied himself. he fell in with the wrong crowd and gave up his spot on the football team to run around the streets of new york and engage in all kinds of debauchery. it was common for him to disappear for days on end, spending his father’s money and racking up drug and gambling debts. obviously his father wasn’t happy about this and would constantly remind him of that, but he didn’t exactly do anything to stop him either. if this was a cry for help or attention, it didn’t exactly have the desired effect and only left holden feeling empty.

he started dating this older hippie girl who was in college while he was a senior in high school who influenced him to want to detach from his family and money and the crowd he was running in. he kind of... took it to the extreme and started talking like timothee chalamet in lady bird lmao, even though he reeked of privilege. honestly, it was just another way to annoy his father and brother, which was always his goal at the time. they ended up breaking up because he cheated on her, but he kept some of her ideas and mindset afterwards.

after high school, he wasn’t really sure what he wanted to do. so he ran off to europe for a year and didn’t talk to anyone from home. just traveled around by himself with little money and getting into all kinds of trouble. he probably would’ve stayed longer, but one morning he came across an american newspaper while he was in greece reporting on how his father had suffered a heart attack. he rushed back to the states and luckily his father has survived, but in that moment of weakness he manipulated him into attending college. his father pulled some strings and got him into yates, and while it isn’t exactly his idea of fun, he’s taking it day by day and looking it as another way to push back actually having to enter the real world.

~ personality wise ~

acts like he hates his family, new york, and everything that comes attached with money and privilege, but completely reaps the benefits of all these things when he can. claims everything having to do with high society is vapid and that he wants more out of life.

a bit of a compulsive liar. will make up fake identities and pretend to be other people or tell people he doesn’t know some sob story about growing up poor. rlly just gets off on stuff like that and doesn’t tell the truth. like ever.

doesn’t always like people knowing how rich he is or who his father is. for those that do know, he doesn’t like to talk much about his family. probably won’t ever say a word about his mother.

has no real ambitions in life or any sort-of life plan. has switched his major at least 10 times and never goes to his classes.

very much a hedonist. likes to party and hates being alone. hooks up with too many people and finds it very difficult to be in any sort of real relationship. he’s just not reliable or faithful enough.

also goes through phases where feels like he doesn’t connect with people? or that he hates everyone?

always attracts chaos of some kind. black eyes from a fight over kissing someone’s girlfriend or owing his drug dealer money.

lives life day by day. doesn’t plan for the future. usually always drunk or high.

kind of... morally ambiguous. with the way he was raised, he doesn’t see life as black or white. it’s sort of grey. usually doesn’t do the right thing, usually doesn’t feel bad about it... but there is a heart there somewhere. he just doesn’t usually care enough to use it.

rlly tries to avoid feelings as much as possible. he’s actually quite a sensitive person, but after being constantly told that makes him weak by his father and having a robot of a brother he’s always felt ashamed by that. so he uses his vices to try and not feel things.

wanted plots

hook ups, fwbs, exes, someone he cheated on, friends, enemies, someone he owes money to, someone who knew him grew up and knows his family, someone he actually rlly cares about (romantic or platonic)...i’ll add more to this when i think of more things!

#yatesintro #death tw #addiction tw #drugs tw

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pasteljeon · 5 years

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Kura’s Ultimate BTS Fic Rec List - PART 1

Long overdue, here I present to you (part one of) the ultimate list (in no particular order) of authors & fics I’ve read and collected since joining Tumblr. These are people I admire, and whose works I find are beautifully, artistically written. Split into 3 parts bc tumblr said no to me and my fat list.

Please do check them out and their entire masterlists when you get the chance, this is just a list of my absolute favourites from them!

[Please also note most of these are rated m.]

Happy reading!

➢ Updated: 05.05.2019

♡ - Super Saiyan Highly Recommended

Author: @happy-meo

Masquerade I : 4/4 ↠ To secretly relieve your stress about your single life and your hard times at work, you cave and decide to give this mysteriously alluring club a chance. At Club Masquerade, you can indulge in your fantasies and indulge in who you really want to be without strings attached. So when you waltz in and realize you’re not exactly sure what you want, two of their best hosts swoop in and are more than willing to help you figure it out… But it seems you’re not the only one keeping secrets in your office.

→ Pairing: Jimin/Reader/Hoseok | Smut, fluff, mild angst

Masquerade II: Welcome to Burlesque & Balls : 8/8 ↠ Being the receptionist of Club Masquerade and working as a barista wasn’t quite enough to make your ends meet comfortably, so when a new place opens up nearby that’s looking for attractive females to perform in a neo-Burlesque club, you jumped at the chance for a new job and a chance to do something more than sitting behind a desk or counter. But just like your financial status, your love life wasn’t all too great either. When it seemed like all hope was lost, fate had other plans for you. Unexpected suitors waltzed into your life in various ways, and unbeknownst to each of them, you play the field, hoping to overcome your fears and finally find Mr. Right among them… But it seems you’re not the only one keeping secrets.

→ Pairing: Jimin/Reader/Taehyung | Smut, fluff, mild angst

Masquerade III : 7/7 ↠ With Club Masquerade’s original hosts “graduating” one at a time, it’s up to the newcomers to pick up the slack and keep the customers happy. And who better to take the reins than the notorious Red Mask’s prodigy, Jeon Jungkook. But things become a bit difficult when you come into the picture, with your desire to do research on the rules of love and dating through your experience with your host. Will Jungkook be able to satisfy your curiosities… or will someone else?

→ Pairing: Jungkook/Reader/Mystery BTS member | Smut, fluff, mild angst

Masquerade IV: The Dark Side : 6/6 ↠ You were never lucky in love. Through disastrous dates, consistent unrequited crushes, and broken relationships, you’ve constantly been searching for someone to give you genuine love and romance. And through it all, one person had remained your constant shoulder to lean on. Although you had never seen his face, he had given you a sense of confidence and a place of comfort in Club Masquerade. The more times you’ve failed in love though, the more you realized that may be no one would ever choose you. However, one fateful encounter, thanks to your dog, made you want to hope one more time. Did fate bring you to the one who would finally end your streak of being broken-hearted? Or had the right guy been with you all along?

→ Pairing: Jin/Reader/Taehyung | Smut, fluff, mild angst

“First Meetings” Series : 7/7 ↠ How you first met them. | Fluff

Hug Me : 1/1 ↠ You and Hoseok were married, but the married life you thought you would be living is nonexistent now. You two were like strangers living in the same house. You knew his heart was no longer yours, but you still loved him. When the end of your marriage was near, you made him promise to stay with you for just one more month. One month was all you needed to finally let him go.

Sequel - Forgive Me : 1/1 ↠ How can one gain forgiveness from someone who is no longer in a position to give it? How can one be forgiven if they refuse to forgive themselves? How can one move forward to the future… if the past was so much better?

→ Pairing: Hoseok/Reader | Angst

Author: @jungk0oksthighs

Jealous : 2/2 ↠ domestic au

→ Pairing: Jungkook/Reader | Smut

Withdrawal : 1/1 ↠ Yoongi had been your brother’s supplier for years, you were familiar with his name and reputation but never cared enough to meet the man who was indirectly tearing your family apart. That was until your brother got himself into trouble, real trouble, and you found yourself on Yoongi’s doorstep with a very tempting offer. If he cleared your brother’s debts he would get the one thing he never even knew he wanted. You.

→ Pairing: Yoongi/Reader | Smut, angst, dark themes | druglord au

Infidelity : 1/1 ↠ You and Jin had been divorced for a year but you’re forced to see each other when your son is found cheating on a test. After being called into school you both agree to make more of an effort being civil with each other, but it’s not long before history repeats itself. Family dinners turn into stolen kisses and ruffled bedsheets, but there’s one problem with your new arrangement. Jin’s wife.

→ Pairing: Jin/Reader | Smut, angst, infidelity

Author: @floralseokjin ♡

Of the Sol : 1/1 ↠ A runaway, you’re not accustomed to the way the kind village that took you in live their life—worshipping and celebrating the dragons’ descendants. A story you only ever thought was legend, is that of real life, and you’ve fallen in love with one of this century’s dragon kin. The baker’s son, Kim Seokjin.; or alternatively, Seokjin is hiding a gold dragon dick under all that clothing…

→ Pairing: Jin/Reader | Smut, fluff | dragon!jin

The Devil Wears Armani : 5/5 ↠ You never imagined accidentally attempting to sell your soul to the devil would lead to this…

→ Pairing: Jin/Reader | Smut, fluff, mild angst | devil!jin, devil au

Memoirs of a Mistake : 16/16 ↠ A series of hook ups with Kim Seokjin, the college’s biggest fuckboy…

→ Pairing: Jin/Reader | Smut | college au, fwb au

Sequel - Lostmyhead : 1/1 ↠ Kim Seokjin is the worst thing you’ve ever done, quite literally. Hooking up with him—continuously, for months, is something you regret doing. Mainly because you now have a boyfriend and have seen the error of your ways (mistake!). However, even then, you can’t seem to escape him…or say no for that matter…;or alternatively, Jin somehow convinces you and Yoongi to have a threesome with him…

Pairing: Jin/Reader/Yoongi | Smut

Final - Crystallised : 3/7 ↠ Six weeks, that’s all it takes to forget about the threesome you shared with your boyfriend, Yoongi, and your past…fuckbuddy, Seokjin. After all, it’s no big deal. Yoongi and you are doing better than ever, there’s no reason to regret such a night shared. That is until you hear some gossip in the library one day, and then slowly, little by little, everything starts to fall apart… Can you begin to make sense out of all this confusion, or is it too late?

Pairing: Jin/Reader/Yoongi | Smut, fluff, angst | love triangle au

Best of Me : 1/1 ↠ Jimin has been in love with you, his best friend, since as long as he can remember. Struggling with his feelings he makes a terrible mistake, but maybe there’s a silver lining…? Maybe he can make you see what’s right in front of you…

→ Pairing: Jimin/Reader ft. Hoseok | Smut, angst | unrequited love au, cheating au, f2l au

Sleepy ♡ : 1/1 ↠ Jungkook’s never too sleepy for sex.

→ Pairing: Jungkook/Reader | Smut, fluff | domestic au

Author: @avveh

The Secrets Trilogy ♡ : 3/3 ↠ Park Jimin is the office’s oddball. Meek and quiet as a mouse, you never assume too much of him. Your mistake.

→ Pairing: Jimin/Reader | Smut, angst

Room for Dessert : 4/4 ↠ A boring company dinner gets a little bit spicy when you notice the tension between you and your table’s waiter.

→ Pairing: Jungkook/Reader | Smut, light angst | waiter!jungkook

Author: @sodoyouknowbts

One Night Stand : 12/12 ↠ A one night stand with Kim Taehyung turns into something you never would’ve expected.

→ Pairing: Taehyung/Reader | Smut, fluff | arranged marriage au

Autumn Night : 1/1 ↠ You attend an event to support Namjoon, who is the keynote speaker for the night. You can’t help but feel insecure about the attention and the advances he is receiving from the girls he lectures. You attempt to leave the event early, but he stops you, intent on reminding you exactly what you mean to him.

→ Pairing: Namjoon/Reader | Smut, fluff

Timelines : 8/8 ↠ Jin is a time traveler, trying to get a grip of his ability. He can’t quite figure out why he keeps travelling to times and moments with you.

→ Pairing: Jin/Reader | Fluff | time traveller au, soulmates au

Author: @army-author ♡

Puppy Loving : 1/1 ↠ Cuddling wouldn’t be complete without Min Holly, Yoongi’s dog, getting in your way.

→ Pairing: Yoongi/Reader | Fluff

Sequel - Puppy Bites Don’t Hurt Much : 1/1 ↠ When you and Yoongi fall out, Min Holly’s on a mission to make things right again.

Final - Pitter Patter of Tiny Paws : 1/1 ↠ Min Holly’s family is gaining a new member.

Mutual Muses : 1/1 ↠ After helping a young busker one Christmas, he goes on to earn fame and fortune. But he hasn’t forgotten you, or your kind deed.

→ Pairing: Jimin/Reader | Fluff | heir au

One Minute under the Mistletoe : 1/1 ↠ You say you don’t want to get back together with Taehyung, but your friends and the mistletoe above your head say otherwise...

→ Pairing: Taehyung/Reader | Fluff | boarding school au

Author: @dovechim ♡

Miss Communication : 1/1 ↠ Poly relationships can be complicated. Especially one where there’s an established hierarchy, and someone decides to break the rules. In a series of miscommunications between your boyfriends, you find yourself being the conveyor of peace, and something else that isn’t quite what you expected.

→ Pairing: Namkook/Reader | Smut, fluff | domestic au

Reset : 1/1 ↠ We are made of the pieces of what we remember, and we hold in ourselves the hopes and fears of those who love us. As long as there are memories to call our own, there can be no true loss. But Park Jimin has no such privilege.

→ Pairing: Jimin/Reader | Smut, angst | college au

A Serpent’s Flower (co-written w/ @jimlingss) : 2/2 ↠ The wizarding community has learned from its past mistakes, sure, but that doesn’t mean that house rivalries aren’t still an issue. What transpires between you and a certain Park Jimin seems to go far beyond just house enmity though - it’s downright personal, and one might even say you go out of your way to torment him. But when a love potion goes awry, it may just force you to walk in his shoes.

→ Pairing: Jimin/Reader | Fluff, smut | hogwarts au, hufflepuff!jimin, slytherin!reader, e2l au

Sequel - Sowing a Sapling ♡ (co-written w/ @jimlingss) : 2/2 ↠ What no one told you about ‘Happily Ever After’s’: the next day, you’ll still have to wake up and go about your life as per normal, because life isn’t a fairytale. You thought you had the rest of your life figured out: settling down happily with Jimin, ruling over all of Hogwarts with an iron fist as the Potions Master, and maybe, in the very distant future, starting a family of your own. But life, as usual, decides to throw a wrench in your plans. With a baby on the way and your husband insistently refusing all attempts at initiating sex, the arrival of a gorgeous new student teacher spells disaster for your marriage. If getting married to Park Jimin was the happiest day of your lfie, what does it say about the rest of your life?

Discipline and Punish : 1/1 ↠ When your brat of a boyfriend shows up unexpectedly at your workplace, you decide you have to teach him a lesson.

→ Pairing: Jungkook/Reader | Smut | sub jungkook

Edge : 1/1 ↠ Babyboy!Jungkook

Songbird : 1/1 ↠ Vocal line basically takes turns breeding you.

→ Pairing: Jungkook/Jimin/Jin/Taehyung/Reader | breeding au

Dark Side of the Moon : 1/1 + 4/4 drabbles ↠ Falling in love at first sight is cliche, not until it happens to you on a dark night in a lonely alley. But you’re only human, while Park Jimin is Alpha of his pack; it could never work out. so you resort to pining for him like a wolf howling at the moon, but when Jimin goes feral, that’s when everything changes.

→ Pairing: Jimin/Reader | Smut, fluff | werewolf au

The Airport Couple ♡ (co-written w/ @jimlingss) : 2/2 (1): The P[ass]enger from Hell ↠ As a TSA agent, you expect your job to be relatively easy, most passengers these days follow the rules to the T in order to avoid prolonging their custom checks. But not a certain Park Jimin, who seems to have a problem understanding what 100ml is, or the very simple fact that gadgets must be taken out of the bag, and bomb jokes are strictly off limits. Frequent traveller Park Jimin is your nemesis, but darn is he a cute one.

→ Pairing: Jimin/Reader | Smut, fluff | frequent traveller!jimin, tsa agent!reader

(2): Park Jimin’s Cock[pit] ↠ Talk about Angry Birds, and most people would immediately think of the mobile game app. But within your circle of friends, it stands for something else. It’s synonymous with Park Jimin, one of the most talented pilots from your batch who also just happens to have anger issues, or in other words, air rage. He is your best friend, but when you get teamed up with him as his co-pilot, you can only pray things don’t go south ... literally.

Pairing: Jimin/Reader | Smut, fluff | pilot au

Author: @jungblue

Hidden Stars : 5/5 ↠ It started out simple, but when your feelings start to grow for the idol who isn’t allowed to date, things get complicated.

→ Pairing: Jungkook/Reader ft. Yoongi | Smut, angst | idolverse

The T-Shirt Thief : 1/1 ↠ In the midst of your loneliness due to Taehyung’s absence, you decide that you need a distraction, which somehow manifests itself as going over to his apartment and stealing a t-shirt or two… or three…

→ Pairing: Taehyung/Reader | Smut, Fluff | idolverse

I Hate You, I Love You ♡ : 5/5 ↠ You hated him at seven, warmed up to him at twelve, and liked him at fifteen. Now the two of you are twenty years old and inseparable best friends… and you’re absolutely in love with him; he’s in love too—just not with you.

→ Pairing: Jungkook/Reader | Smut, angst | cheating au, best friends au

The Devil’s Change Up : 1/1 ↠ Majoring in athletic training means you have mandatory observation hours to perform with every single sports team at your school throughout the year, and so far it’s been going pretty great. However, when regrets from your past cause your rotation with the baseball team to become a little rocky, there’s one star pitcher who says that he can make it all better.

→ Pairing: Jungkook/Reader | Smut | college au, baseball player!jungkook

Author: @kittae

Carnal Cupidity ♡ : 1/1 ↠ Things are a little tense in your relationship with your boyfriend, an alpha wolf and leader of his own pack. After another fight, you’ve had just about enough and decide to take matters into your own hands when his heat approaches. Your methods, however, prove to be more effective than intended…

→ Pairing: Taehyung/Reader | Smut, fluff | werewolf au

Anemia : 2/2 ↠ Jungkook is a bored and thirsty vampire, desperate for something new, something fresh. And let there just be a new girl at his favorite stripclub. You.

→ Pairing: Jungkook/Reader | Smut | vampire au

Heavy Petting : 1/1 ↠ Your boyfriend is not just a cat hybrid, he’s also very needy! When you come home from work and you expect him to be all over you, you’re fairly disappointed to find he prefers a nap over some well-deserved quality time. You’ll make sure to pay him back for that.

→ Pairing: Jimin/Reader | Smut, fluff | hybrid au | sub jimin

Author: @gimmesumsuga ♡

Sweeter than Sweet ♡ : 80/? ↠ You never would have expected someone like Park Jimin to notice you. As handsome and beguiling as he is deadly, you’re enthralled from the very moment you meet. Addicted to his kiss and his bite, Jimin opens up your eyes to a whole new world of love, lust and seduction.

→ Pairing: Jimin/Reader/Yoongi | Smut, fluff | vampire au

See You ♡ : 2/2 ↠ The one where Taehyung notices you at a concert, and can’t help but want to see you again.

→ Pairing: Taehyung/Reader | Smut, fluff | idolverse

Orectic : 1/1 ↠ The one where you’re a hybrid in heat, and Hobi helps you out.

→ Pairing: Hoseok/Reader | Smut, fluff | hybrid au

Turn it Up : 1/1 ↠ The one where Jimin takes care of you - and you take care of him.

→ Pairing: Jimin/Reader | Smut, fluff | sub jimin

Author: @hobibliophile

Blue Blooded : 2/2 ↠ You’ve been happily married to Crown Prince Seokjin for months now. Or so it would appear to the public. What only you and the palace staff know your shameful secret: you never consummated your marriage.

→ Pairing: Jin/Reader | Smut, fluff | royalty au, prince!jin

Not what it looks like : 1/1 ↠ You run into the campus clown Taehyung when he’s in a weird situation but it’s really not what it looks like. Turns out, Taehyung is not what he looks like either.

→ Pairing: Taehyung/Reader | Fluff | college au

Try Hard ♡ : 2/2 ↠ Yoongi asks you to help him photograph the university rugby team, and you’re reluctant until you see Jeon Jungkook in uniform. Damn.

→ Pairing: Jungkook/Reader | Smut, fluff | college au, rugby player!jungkook

Author: @inktae ♡

Blue Orchids ♡ : 1/1 + 2/2 drabbles ↠ Hanahaki disease au, soulmate au

→ Pairing: Jungkook/Reader | Angst | unrequited love au

The Blue Notebooks : 1/1 ↠ Time travel au

→ Pairing: Jimin/Reader | Angst

The Raindrop Prelude : 1/1 ↠ Pianist au

→ Pairing: Yoongi/Reader | Fluff, angst

Author: @jincherie ♡

Silly Kitty : 2/2 ↠ When your friend Jungkook asks you for a favour you aren’t quite expecting it to end with you taking home the handsome cat hybrid he found in an alley.

→ Pairing: Jin/Reader | Fluff | hybrid au

Timid ♡ : 1/1 + 2/2 drabbles ↠ Jimin was by far the cutest person you’d ever seen, but he always seemed to avoid you, dodging activities and events that included you. That changes when his home is compromised and he finds himself staying with you while it’s being repaired.

→ Pairing: Jimin/Reader | Fluff | hybrid au

Butterfingers : 1/1 ↠ He had you at the first pebble he gave you.

→ Pairing: Namjoon/Reader | Fluff | hybrid au, teacher au

Wanted ♡ : 6/6 ↠ You were a deserter, a renegade, a wanted “criminal”. It was never in your plans to crash land on that planet, and it most certainly wasn’t in your plans to fall in love with it’s handsome ruler.

→ Pairing: Jungkook/Reader | Smut, fluff | space au, alien au, soulmate au

A Well Oiled Machine : 2/2 ↠ Your life takes a bit of a turn when you stumble upon an android in pieces, hidden in an alleyway in an area known for its shadows and debauchery. Taking him home to fix him might have been the best decision you’d ever made, but perhaps there was a little more to the android JK01-97 than you’d initially thought.

→ Pairing: Jungkook/Reader | Smut, fluff | robot au, futuristic au, sub jungkook

Under the Bridge : 1/1 ↠ Your life takes a turn for the better one night when you find a bun under the bridge.

→ Pairing: Jungkook/Reader | Smut, fluff | hybrid au

Tentacledipity : 4/7 ↠ This tale starts, as any good fiction does, with a girl crash landing on a foreign planet. And, like any good fiction, it follows a theme of serendipitous happening, and tentacles. Behold, serendipity and tentacles— or dare we call it…. tentacledipity.

→ Pairing: Jimin/Reader | Smut, fluff | wanted au, alien au, space au, soulmate au

Author: @gukyi ♡

Start Anew : 1/1 ↠ It’s been five years since you left your hometown, vowing never to return, but a simple invitation to a Christmas party and a yearning to know whether or not you’re truly over the heartbreak you left behind has you wondering if, maybe, the Christmas spirit and promise of a new beginning can change your mind.

→ Pairing: Jin/Reader | Fluff, angst | exes au

I’ll give you my heart : 1/1 ↠ Gift exchanges are cool. gift exchanges with your ceo-slash-best friend Min Yoongi are less cool, because what the hell are you supposed to get the man that already has everything?

→ Pairing: Yoongi/Reader | Fluff | ceo au, f2l au, christmas au

Heart is where the home is : 1/1 ↠ When you woke up this morning, you didn’t really picture yourself falling in love with the attractive, well-read traveller sitting next to you on the plane, but a missed connection and an alarming amount of hand-holding later, you find that you both get a lot more than what you paid for.

→ Pairing: Taehyung/Reader | Fluff, smut | airport au, s2l au

Pen Pals : 1/1 ↠ To put it simply, pretending to be Jungkook’s pen pal when you were both eight just so he wouldn’t be disappointed was a bad idea, because now he’s in love with them. or, well, you, he just doesn’t know it

→ Pairing: Jungkook/Reader | Smut, fluff | high school au, f2l au

Love, Guaranteed : 1/1 ↠ With the celestial ball quickly approaching, Kim Taehyung is horrified to find out that you, his best friend, are dateless. to remedy this, he initiates The Match Project, a matchmaking service designed to find the most optimal date. to you, it’s an opportunity to meet someone else so you can stop pining after your clueless best friend. To him, it’s an opportunity to finally, once and for all, tell you how he feels.

→ Pairing: Taehyung/Reader | Fluff, mild angst | f2l au, hogwarts au

Author: @the95liner

Watch Me, Watch You : 3/3 ↠ “Mr. Park, I currently have a 4.0 (A/N: this means 85%+ btw to all the non-american readers) in all my classes of the last four years of my university career, I have one friend, no boyfriend and I haven’t had sex in more than six months. All because I can’t find time to spare for these things since I’m continuously working on assignments, essays and studying for upcoming midterms. I am a hundred percent serious with you right now when I plead for you to give me a second chance or at least consider raising my mark to a decent grade.—”

→ Pairing: Jimin/Reader | Smut, fluff, angst | college au, TA!jimin, camboy!jimin

We don’t talk anymore : 1/1 ↠ Ever since he had seen you play the piano for your music class, he’d been inspired by the complete look of tranquility that conquered your features as your fingered danced across the keyboard. He had made that tranquility his soul purpose of drawing. He dreamt of capturing that expression and gifting it to you.

→ Pairing: Jungkook/Reader | Angst, fluff | best friends au, artist!jungkook

Author: @tayegi ♡

What am I to you? : 1/1 ↠ Idolverse, amnesia au.

→ Pairing: Yoongi/Reader | Angst

Cobalt and Charcoal : 1/1 ↠ Soulmate au.

→ Pairing: Yoongi/Reader ft. Jungkook | Angst, smut

The Golden Boy ♡ : 3/3 + 1/1 drabbles ↠ medical (?) au, fwb au, childhood friends au.

→ Pairing: Taehyung/Reader | Angst, smut | arranged marriage au, unrequited love au

In Bloom ♡ : 3/3 ↠ Werewolf au.

→ Pairing: Jungkook/Reader | Smut, angst

Roommates ♡ : 3/3 ↠ Roommates au, f2l au.

→ Pairing: Jungkook/Reader | Smut, angst

Equilibrium pt. 1, Polyamory ♡ : 14/14 ↠ Loosely based on Woody Allen’s Vicky Cristina Barcelona.

→ Pairing: Jungkook/Reader/Jimin | Smut, angst

New Rules ♡ : 12/? ↠ Fratboy!Jungkook.

→ Pairing: Jungkook/Reader | Smut, angst | college au, fwb au

Elements ♡ : 24/? ↠ Circle of magic au, boarding school au.

→ Pairing: OT7 (?)/Reader | Fluff, angst, mystery | magic au

Author: @namjoonchronicles

Iris : 2/2 ↠ Jungkook made it clear to you, who is chasing who. His inability to show PDA made you question your worth. Until one day, you’ve finally had enough.

→ Pairing: Jungkook/Reader | Angst | idolverse

Good Guy : 1/1 ↠ Having a baby with namjoon is your lifelong dream, but medical conditions don’t make that possible anytime soon. what happens when your ex boyfriend being a single dad, comes into your life? How will Namjoon handle his jealousy?

→ Pairing: Namjoon/Reader ft. Chanyeol | Angst, fluff | domestic au

Author: @bwitten

Learning Curve : 1/1 ↠ Switch!Jungkook. Pwp.

→ Pairing: Jungkook/Reader | Smut

Author: @mrsmon

Little Lights : 1/1 ↠ Angst.

→ Pairing: Namjoon/Reader

Heartbreak : 1/1 ↠ Angst.

→ Pairing: Jungkook/Reader

Author: @taesthetes ♡

Imbroglio ♡ : 1/1 ↠ The first impression is always important. But so is the second.

→ Pairing: Jimin/Reader | Fluff | office au, intern au

The Universe of Us ♡ : 1/1 ↠ The story of Icarus tells of a naive being who loved the sun and flew too close, leading to his untimely descent into the ocean. But what the tale didn’t speak of was how the sun and the moon fell in love with him, too. And with the pull of the tides due to the attraction of the sun and the moon, he tosses and turns, torn between two entities.So if Kim Taehyung embodies the sun, then Jeon Jungkook is the moon.And you are Icarus.

→ Pairing: Taehyung/Reader ft. Jungkook | Fluff, angst | fantasy au, slice of life au

Law and Order: BTS (collab w/ @milknotes) : 3/7 ↠ In the Bighit justice system, romance-based offenses are considered especially heinous. In Seoul, the dedicated detectives who investigate these vicious felonies are members of an elite squad known as the Bangtan Police Unit. These are their stories. From scandalizing traffic tickets to cuffing criminals, the seven cops must navigate their way through the dangerous streets of bad pick up lines, stealing of hearts, and a whole lot of doughnuts.

→ Pairing: series of one-shots; each member x reader | Fluff | police au

Gauche : 1/1 ↠ Waking up to a one night stand doesn’t seem as great as it did last night.

→ Pairing: Jimin/Reader | Fluff | morning after au, college au

Author: @dreamscript

Grow : 1/1 ↠ He’s rude, like his feral plants.

→ Pairing: Yoongi/Reader | Fluff | fantasy au

Office Visits : 1/1 ↠ Yoongi has a daddy kink.

→ Pairing: Yoongi/Reader | Smut | pwp, mafia au

Sunshine : 1/1 ↠ And no, he doesn’t wash off the ink, even when you draw a huge dick on his forehead and the teachers give him dirty looks.

→ Pairing: Hoseok/Reader | Fluff | high school au

Picture Perfect : 1/1 ↠ Yoongi’s searching for perfection. He meets you.

→ Pairing: Yoongi/Reader | Fluff, angst | artist au

Author: @imaginethisbts

Territory : 2/2 + 2/2 drabbles ↠ Dogboy Tae gets extremely possessive when “that time of the month” rolls around and find’s it hard to control his natural instincts and his dominating nature during the monthly occurrence.

→ Pairing: Taehyung/Reader | Smut | pwp, dogboy!taehyung, hybrid au

Shameless : 1/1 ↠ Taehyung’s the new guy in town, just trying to make some friends. And when Jungkook invites him to a party, he thinks he’s finally gotten a good opportunity to meet some new people. But what he doesn’t expect is witnessing his new friend Jungkook and his girlfriend, you, getting it on in front of him, and all of the other guys, at this so-called party.

→ Pairing: Jungkook/Reader ft. Taehyung | Smut | pwp

It takes two to make a thing go right ♡ : 2/2 ↠ What’s better than one dogboy lover? Two dogboy lovers. But when Tae and Jungkook seem unusually clingy, it can only mean one thing. That time of the month has snuck up on you and your dogboy lovers do not want to share.

→ Pairing: Taehyung/Reader, Jungkook/Reader | Smut | pwp, hybrid au, dogboy!taehyung, dogboy!jungkook

Author: @kainks

Orange Tulips ♡ : 1/1 ↠ You’d remember Jungkook with every life you lived. Only he’d never remember you, never recall how your fates were written in the stars since the beginning of time.

→ Pairing: Jungkook/Reader | Angst, smut | soulmate au, reincarnation au

Complete : 1/1 ↠ Jungkook. Staff room sex. Feelings revealed.

→ Pairing: Jungkook/Reader | Smut | idolverse

Midnight Suck : 4/? ↠ You had seen him drain the life out of someone, there was no way he could leave you alone now.

→ Pairing: Jungkook/Reader | Smut, fluff | vampire au, soulmates au

Author @imsarabum

I won’t stop you ♡ : 30/30 ↠ You drive to your boss‘ house with the intention of returning his wallet he left at the office. You feel uneasy, seeing his manor for the first time - Jungkook also feels uneasy, but for reasons that you could never begin to imagine.

→ Pairing: Jungkook/Reader | Smut, angst | vampire au

I need you : 1/1 ↠ You and Taehyung are in love with each other, but have never made your relationship official. Taehyung gets too drunk and ends up making out with another girl - and Jungkook lets you know everything the next morning.

→ Pairing: Taehyung/Reader | Angst | college au

Author: @yoonia

Undo ♡ : 1/1 + 7/7 drabbles ↠ You were his soulmate, that part he knew well. Until one day he didn’t want you anymore. He couldn’t, when all he could see from you was light and all he felt within himself was darkness. Your love has gone cold as he retreated from you, burying himself deep in the dark. But what happened when Yoongi had to watch you start over with somebody else, when Yoongi let his selfishness gain control on him of you.

→ Pairing: Yoongi/Reader | Angst, smut | exes au, slice of life au

Over Again : 3/3 ↠ Sometimes all we need is closure from the past to be able to move on.

→ Pairing: Jimin/Reader | Angst | pianist!jimin, artist!reader

Author: @nchu

Private : 1/1 ↠ A glimpse of something private, something that should have remained unknown to your eyes and suddenly the boy you had believed was innocent had become a man practically reeking of testosterone.

→ Pairing: Jungkook/Reader | Smut | idolverse

Cheat ♡ : 1/1 ↠ infidelity au.

→ Pairing: Yoongi/Reader | Angst | idolverse

Author: @ellieljade

Apologies : 1/1 ↠ After a fight, Taehyung can’t bring himself to apologize to his girlfriend until he realizes that she might have moved on. If he wants her he needs to go get her.

→ Pairing: Taehyung/Reader | Angst, smut | idolverse

Only Mine ♡ : 1/1 ↠ When you realized your boyfriend was cheating you didn’t expect the waiter you chose for retaliation to become so important to you. Now that you are engaged it is time for you to finally declare who is the one you belong with.

→ Pairing: Hoseok/Reader | Angst, smut | waiter!hoseok

This is how you lose her : 7/7 ↠ A series of short one shots focusing on the moment or choice that will lead to the end of a relationship.

→ Pairing: each member has an individual chapter | Angst

Author: @noona-la-la-la

Unexpected : 8/8 + 1/1 bonus chapter ↠ An attempt to make Yoongi jealous goes to far - but his reaction is unexpected.

→ Pairing: Yoongi/Reader ft. Taehyung | Smut, angst

Nursemaid : 1/1 ↠ Jimin’s crush comes over to his house to help him out after he suffers an injury that leaves him with limited use of both hands.

→ Pairing: Jimin/Reader | Smut | college au

Author: @winetae ♡

Love me, love me ♡ : 1/1 ↠ Legally speaking, Jimin is yours - the shiny collar clasped around his neck and the adoption papers attest this. But behind closed doors, Jimin makes sure you understand that he isn’t anyone’s bitch.

→ Pairing: Jimin/Reader | Smut | hybrid au

Nudes, not flowers : 2/2 ↠ You’re not supposed to fall for Jung Hoseok and his repertoire of awful pick-up lines - but you do. The problem is: he’s afraid of commitment, and bolts at the idea of settling down. After that, you decide to stay far away from fuckboys, but his friend decides to test your new found resolutions.

→ Pairing: Hoseok/Reader, Jungkook/Reader | Smut, angst | fuckboi au, college au

Sequel - Tessellate : 2/? ↠ Triangles are supposed to be the strongest and most stable of geometric shapes. You wonder how true this statement is if applied to real life situations. The way you see it: triangles aren’t a reliable structure for relationships, especially if the parties you’re involved with find commitment to be a foreign concept.

→ Pairing: Hoseok/Reader, Jungkook/Reader | Smut, angst | fuckboi au, college au

What you did last summer ♡ : 1/1 ↠ Yoongi was fine with a lot of things - you maxing out his credit cards to buy ridiculously expensive items of clothing that you never wore more than once, you taking out his newest ride for a spin without permission, you spending an extra thirty minutes on your hair and makeup when he was running late for a dinner function. What he was not okay with, however, was sharing your pussy with barely-out-of-college boys who are incapable of going five seconds without creaming their pants. No, that was where he drew the line.

→ Pairing: Yoongi/Reader ft. OT6 | Smut | trophy wife au

Hearts on Fire : 2/2 ↠ Your boyfriend is a dragon. Or so he claims.

→ Pairing: Jungkook/Reader | Smut, fluff | dragon!jungkook

All that is Gold : 1/1 ↠ As a college student struggling to make ends meet, Taehyung resorts to a less than ethical method to satisfy his appetite for expensive treats. The last thing he wants is for you to find out how he acquires the Gucci in his closet ... however this proves to be difficult when you are his roommate.

→ Pairing: Taehyung/Reader ft. Female OC | Smut, angst | roommate au, college au, sugar baby au

Author: @minsvga

Lifetimes : 1/1 ↠ You spent almost four lifetimes with the love of your life, hopelessly and happily in love with each other - until you lost him, somewhere in the complex webs of reincarnation. It had been almost two hundred years since then and you hadn’t seen him since, with nothing left of him but his memory.

→ Pairing: Jungkook/Reader | Smut, angst | reincarnation au, soulmates au, high school au

Inked ♡ : 1/1 ↠ You woke up to an empty bed, groggy and awake and looking for his warmth under the blankets. But all that was left was a letter taped to the desk, the pungent tang of alcohol, and his cologne. He was gone.

→ Pairing: Yoongi/Reader | Angst, smut | best friends au, musician!yoongi

Author: @joonbird

Breakfast in Bed ♡ : 1/1 ↠ Min Yoongi, a grumpy Ikea employee, is wondering who you are and why exactly you’re sleeping in the display bed at his Ikea.

→ Pairing: Yoongi/Reader | Fluff, smut, humour | ikea employee!yoongi

King Cobra : 1/1 ↠ Yoongi, the zodiac snake hybrid, requests an evening with you - and asks dog hybrid Taehyung to join.

→ Pairing: Yoongi/Reader ft. Taehyung | Smut | hybrid au

Comfort Inn Ending : 7/7 ↠ It was you who Jungkook gave his heart to - that is, until the day you broke it. And it is you now, hoping that some faultlines can be repaired, and that some broken hearts can be put back together again.

→ Pairing: Jungkook/Reader | Angst, smut | infidelity au, idolverse

Author: @kookingtae

The Switch ♡ : 1/1 ↠ You think you’re getting a normal Christmas present from your boyfriend Hoseok, but what he doesn’t tell you is that your gift includes a special power he and the rest of the boys have, enabling them to switch off between one another… during sex.

→ Pairing: Hoseok/Reader ft. OT6 | Smut

True Feelings : 1/1 ↠ You and Jimin have been best friends since before you could remember, but one night could change everything.

→ Pairing: Jimin/Reader | Smut, fluff | best friends au, f2l au

Author: @kimvtae *** She no longer writes for this fandom, but please give her works love regardless!

All’s Fair ♡ : 1/1 ↠ They say soul mates get their marks on the same day, and you’ve been dating Taehyung for almost four years now, but it isn’t his name that shows up on your wrist. It’s Jeon Jungkook’s, also known as your least favorite person in the world.

→ Pairing: Taehyung/Reader/Jungkook | Smut | college au, soulmates au

Diamond in the Rough : 2/2 ↠ When a business heir from Busan, Jeon Jungkook, meets you, a poor girl from Daegu, he doesn’t expect to fall as quickly as he does. He’s been told for his entire life to avoid Daegu, a town riddled with gangs and a history of a brutal murder in Busan, but he can’t stay away from you, even when he’s warned that you’re not good enough for him.

→ Pairing: Jungkook/Reader | Angst, smut

Fall for You : 3/3 + 2/2 drabbles ↠ You hate a lot of things about Jeon Jungkook; you hate his arrogance, his repuation, and his pet name for you to name a few. But most of all, you hate how right it feels for you to fall into his arms, and how easy it is to fall for him.

→ Pairing: Jungkook/Reader | Smut, angst | fuckboi au, college au

Dangerous ♡ : 1/1 ↠ Control is all about trust.

→ Pairing: Jungkook/Reader | Smut | sub!jungkook

Author: @jimlingss

The seven kinds of love ♡ : 1/1 ↠ Love - an intense feeling of deep affection.

→ Pairing: OT7/Reader | Fluff, angst

Service Series : 7/7 + 3/3 drabbles ↠ Do you need a service in the area of love? Look below and maybe you’ll find something you’re looking for!

→ Pairing: each member has a chapter | Fluff

Azure Blue : 2/2 ↠ Fairy au.

→ Pairing: Jimin/Reader | Fluff, mild angst

Author: @chiminiemoans ♡

Slight Changes ♡ : 7/? ↠ Taehyung gets caught.

→ Pairing: Taehyung/Reader ft. Jimin | Smut, angst | idolverse, infidelity au

Oblivious : 1/1 ↠ It’s normal for you and Jungkook to bicker all the time, your friends describing your friendship like a cat-dog relationship, but your arguments are only getting worse progressively and you don’t understand why.

→ Pairing: Jungkook/Reader | Smut, light angst | best friends au, f2l au

Employee Perks : 1/1 ↠ Sure, the employee perks at your job were bonuses, life insurance, sick leave, health benefits etc. etc., but the best employee perk of all was working with a man known as Jeon Jungkook.

→ Pairing: Jungkook/Reader | Smut, angst | retail au

Appetence : 1/1 ↠ Jungkook fulfills one of your fantasies.

→ Pairing: Jungkook/Reader | Smut | idolverse

Author: @submissive-bangtan ♡

Sloppy Savvy : 1/1 ↠ You dominate JK and Yoongi in a passionate threesome.

→ Pairing: Jungkook/Reader/Yoongi | Smut | sub!jungkook, sub!yoongi

Trophy Boyfriend ♡ : 1/1 ↠ He’s accomplished. He’s sexy. He is the perfect subordinate. But something about your new secretary seems off. Yoongi wouldn’t be the first spy in your company.

→ Pairing: Yoongi/Reader | Smut, action | business au, ceo au, e2l au, sub!yoongi

Snowdrop : 1/1 ↠ The first thing you do after moving in together and setting up the bedroom is attending to Valentine’s joys in the sheets.

→ Pairing: Yoongi/Reader | Smut, fluff | sub!yoongi, domestic au

Boss Witch ♡ : 4/4 ↠ A mighty sorceress turns her apprentice Jimin into a pain-loving baby boy.

→ Pairing: Jimin/Reader | Smut, angst | witch au, sub!jimin

Fuckin’ Wembley : 1/1 ↠ You take care of a pliant, blindfolded Yoongi before BTS’ concert in London.

→ Pairing: Yoongi/Reader | Smut | idolverse, sub!yoongi

Author: @dat-town

Bed warm, hearts cold ♡ : 2/2 ↠ “I wanted darkness… I wanted him.”

→ Pairing: Yoongi/Reader | Angst | greek mythology au, hades!yoongi

Beautiful & Stupid : 2/2 ↠ Didn’t you know? Beauty can get you cursed.

→ Pairing: Jungkook/Reader | Angst | percy jackson au

*wipes sweat* whew. this took me 4 days to format sksjd. part 2 and 3 will be out soon! in the meantime, please check these awesome authors out!

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