#my roommate is putting together the desk she got with her boyfriend

[mvncesa]

tonight’s the night boys … stupid spy movie …

#( tell me to stop posting ; ooc. ) #my roommate is putting together the desk she got with her boyfriend #I’m folding laundry & then eating and hoping they’ll be done once I’m done #because then it is Time for the stupid spy movie . time for brainrot .

[demonicbaby666]

Dom Emily prentiss x intern fem reader is all i ask!! Smutty ofc, a lil bit of a humiliation kink if you’re comfortable!!! Thank yewww

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Fandom: Criminal Minds

Pairing: Emily Prentiss x fem!Reader

Genre: Smut

Words: 4.8k+

Warnings: 18+, minors DNI, strap-ons (r!receiving), semi-public sex (office sex, again…), praise, degradation, mommy kink, kind of dub-con at one point, top!Emily, bottom!reader

Summary: Interning at the BAU means you don’t interact with the person in charge a lot. Of course, this doesn’t mean you haven’t seen the section chief in passing or exchanged pleasantries; it's that they’re simple, short-lived and often anti-climatic. However one evening, you find yourself in the desolate office with no chance of going home, work to be done, but no one to sit with you through the process. With only one other soul residing on the sixth floor, it seems Emily may be your best bet for company.

A/n: Listen, could she be more dom? Yes. Is there any humiliation? Not really... But I got lost while writing, so please don't be mad at me... Hope you still enjoy!

When you'd first started at the BAU, it was safe to say you hadn't seen much of the woman calling the shots. There were always updates about when the team were taken out of state, what their cases would entail, the steady progress being made, and the brief comical encounters Garcia spewed around the office. When they were back, everyone made an effort to small talk. They welcomed you well and continued to appreciate the little things you did for them daily. Emily, however, was constantly on the go, meaning every encounter you'd had with her consisted of one-way glances and hopeful smiles in the event she decided to notice her surroundings and the human lifeform less than two metres away. 

She never did, though, until one uneventful evening. 

Almost everyone had vacated the building. The only remaining souls left on the sixth floor were you, Emily, and a one-person cleaning crew—whom you watched exit through glass doors before approaching the brunette's office with shaky knees. Peeking through the window, you saw her attention dart to and from the bright computer screen to the mountains of bureaucratic paperwork lying atop her desk. It was easy to get lost in the little creases between her eyebrows, brought out by the deep scowl she wore, the delicate way her fingers were woven together, and the pads of her thumbs skirting against one another as she pondered in deep thought. 

It was nearing eight, and you were struggling to understand how someone could appear so put together at this late hour, given that their day was most certainly jam-packed with non-stop slog. 

Emily's eyes suddenly flashed up. She squinted toward her door, trying to figure out who'd be here this late other than herself. When she appeared to have worked it out, she leaned back victoriously in her chair, a smug smile on her face, when she called out, "Are you going to stand out there all night?" 

You could have done two things: scurried off like a teenager caught peeping or held your chin up high and walked into the older woman's office with little to no shame. Somehow, you managed to do a mix of both, scurrying in with sagging shoulders, a guilty smile plastered on your face and trembling hands clasping your laptop over your chest.

"Well, it's eerily quiet out there, and I would go home to write this paper. It's just that my roommate and her boyfriend have an awful tendency to forget about volume control when they're—" You cut yourself off, realising it probably wasn't appropriate to talk to your boss about your roommate's over-the-top borderline pornographic soundscape. "I was wondering if I could, you know."

Emily, satirising as ever, waited with a raised eyebrow and a relaxed smile for you to continue your purposefully unfinished question. 

"Sorry, I should let you work." You surrendered to your weak resolve with flushed cheeks and began to turn around.

"Sit," she ordered before you had fully turned back around to the door, nodding to the available chair on the other side of her desk. Her eyes followed your journey to the seat, watching as you placed your laptop down and opened it with shaky fingers. Satisfied, she turned her attention back to her work. "I could do with some company." 

The following silence, starting as unsettling and stagnant, blossomed into something warm and comfortable. There were occasional glances thrown your way and vice versa. Their acknowledgement and appreciation were shown in the form of timid smiles on your end and double takes followed by teasing smirks on Emily's. 

When half an hour had passed, your shoulders had finally relaxed, your fingers had stopped their infernal twitching, and your paper neared its completion. There was a proud smile cresting, and you were trying to prevent it from forming, knowing how dorkish it made you look. But you knew there was no hope when your cheeks ached and your jaw locked. You granted yourself the freedom to display your gloating smile. 

Just as expected, Emily had a questioning look on her face when you dared to look up from the document. There was a playfulness to the upward quirk of her lips - the superiority of a predator knowing the power they have over their prey, ready to prove it at any given moment. 

"I've almost finished," you timidly admitted, feeling obligated to explain as heat infiltrated your jutted-out cheeks. 

Without a second thought, the ravenette stood up and made her way around the desk. She could have easily chosen to turn the laptop around. Instead, she took the far more intimate route. 

Soft curves grazed your shoulder blades, causing you to shiver. The weight finally settled, soft padding pressed flat against your back as Emily read your paper, and suddenly, your stomach had worked itself into looping knots, and your heart was racing. 

The struggle continued as you fought not to fidget, if only to alleviate the growing tension mounting between your thighs. This was only made worse when Emily's right hand left the back of your chair to drop down over your shoulder and land comfortably on your thigh. 

"Such a smart girl," she whispered sultrily into the shell of your ear, squeezing generous flesh between her fingers. 

With a scrambled brain, there was little fight to be put up against the meek whimper that crackled against the constricted lining of your throat. Subconsciously, your thighs tensed, and your pussy fluttered as you were reminded how close Emily's hand was to where you could only dream she'd touch. 

You'd thought you imagined it—the subtle shift in the room from breezy and light to torrid and all-consuming, but with Emily's fingers veering off course, inching higher and higher, reality came crashing down. 

"Thank you," you struggled to get the words out, and when they did come out, they were tremulous and feeble. 

Turning to look at her may have, in hindsight, been a mistake because where her gaze should have been fixed on the laptop screen, it was glued to your lips. Unexpectedly, your stomach flipped, and you felt dizzy. She was still superbly perfect up close, skin smooth like silk, cheekbones sharp as a razor, and lips cut from velvet. It was too close, dangerously so, you had to look away. Outside the window, you spotted a swarm of birds barely visible against the night sky. You ignored the clanking of your heart as you focussed on their synchronicity, watching them circle each other until they became one big blur of messy movements. 

The hand resting on the leather backing of your chair rose, skirting up and over your neck, until a firm grip was established around your dangling ponytail. She was gentle when she tugged, aware that though she wanted to educate you in the art of being owned, you were delicate.

"I think a pretty thing like you deserves a reward," she baited. "Don't you?" 

Her grip on you may have been physical. However, a stronger pull was coming from deep within you, an unimportant piece of scrap metal drawn in by a powerful magnet. It was useless to deny her. The mesmerising glow of her chocolate eyes and the promise of being made to feel special was too powerful. So, you nodded slowly but eagerly, desire painting your eyes dark shades of lust. 

"That's a good girl." 

Emily didn't miss how you preened at the praise and safely stored that information away for further use. She shifted to your side, hands migrating to the small of your waist, guiding you to your feet. The act of it was far gentler than you'd expected, like a gentleman asking a maiden to dance, sweeping her off her feet to whisk her away into a fairytale land filled with magic and romance. 

Certain the benign treatment would be short-lived, you granted yourself the leniency to enjoy it whilst it lasted, refusing to get too caught up in the dull ache between your legs that craved the form of savagery Emily displayed in the field. 

There was nothing short of passion in how she worked. It drove you crazy. As wrong as it felt, you couldn't help but envy the dirtbag the team was working to catch because you saw how badly the brunette wanted them. The look in her eyes, gratification and disgust all at once, when she'd achieved what she set out to do and was staring the devil right in the face - it made your heart race, your palms sweat and your cunt throb. 

The memory kickstarted what could only be described as a brutal attack upon the older woman's lips. To her credit, Emily indulged the outburst for a lot longer than you'd have thought. As if she'd expected it, she quickly responded, pulling you into her body and tilting her head to the side to deepen the kiss. The lead was stolen promptly from your grasp when Emily wedged a leg between your thighs, backed you up against her desk and tactically slid her tongue into your gaped mouth. You would have gasped if not for the fact you were immediately indulged in the minty taste of your boss's tongue skirting over the roof of your mouth. So much so that you scarcely noticed the pressure coming from your core was no longer just a phantom need manifested but taut clothed muscle pressing you further and further into the sharp wooden edge of the desk. 

"Emily," you breathily moaned, pulling back and separating your kiss-swollen lips from the brunette's. Ordinarily, you wouldn't have allowed what happened next to occur, but this was Emily, after all, the BAU section chief, and if you were to let anyone order you about, it would be her. 

She backed away from you with a final nip to your bottom lip, letting it go with a pop, and you fought the urge to reach out and pull her back to you. You knew you'd already tried to take things into your own hands once, and doing so again may undermine any chances you had of keeping the ball rolling on tonight's affairs. 

You could feel the tight pull of your ponytail and all the places where hair had been lead array from the confines of your hairband, and it truly dawned on you how out of sorts you must have appeared. Tracing your fingers over your lips, you could make out how swollen they were - puffy and hot, yet desperate and pouted, begging for more. Your breathing was laboured, filling the room's silence, and your shirt suddenly felt too tight as your chest expanded with each intake of oxygen. It almost came as a relief when Emily opened her mouth to finally speak until you heard what she'd said.

"Take your clothes off," she mindlessly ordered, walking around to her chair and sitting back in it. Her eager eyes trained over your body with the faintest shimmer of mirth. 

Initially, it was a shock. Of course, it was. You were in an official government building, personnel still sparsely spread throughout, and a goddess of a woman was asking you to bare yourself to her. 

For the longest time, revealing your body to someone always felt like giving up something. Perhaps some kind of purity. The moment you gave it up, it bred only guilt and shame that twisted and pulled at the pit of your stomach until you felt sick. You stood there, waiting for that feeling to come. It never did. 

Remaining still, your body pulsed not with nerves but with exhilaration and anticipation. It took a few seconds to realise this was precisely what you wanted. You wanted to give this false sense of purity away. There was not a sudden influx of courage soaring through every living cell of your body. However, there was enough for you to put on a front and do as you were told. 

"Slowly." Emily sat further back and placed her elbows neatly over the arms of her chair. She laced her fingers together, offered you an encouraging nod, and then was back to watching you raptly.

Feeling like a glutton, you followed a path of desire and heeded Emily's request, fingers increasingly fumbling over each button of your shirt. 

"So obedient." And in no way was it said negatively; the adulatory smile she gave you only sought to prove that further. 

The way she looked at you made you feel as though you were already naked. Maybe that was why it was so easy to get lost in the subtlety of undressing. It was art, and you were a performer. That's what you told yourself. And for the most part, it worked. 

With closed eyes, you trailed your fingers over your shoulders, letting your shirt drop to the floor. The AC raised goosebumps over your chest, pebbled your nipples under your plain bra, and you smiled. You smiled because this was the most alive you had felt in months. The thrill of moving on to your slacks and deftly unclasping your belt felt like being on a rollercoaster, like missing a step and laughing fear in the face afterwards. You felt utterly fearless. 

In the back of your mind, you could sense Emily's eyes still on you. You could hear her moving around but didn't think to check her reaction. You were in your element, and far be it for a look of appraisal, or lack of, to stop you. That was until your trousers hit the carpet with a soft thud, and a sharp breath was heard from across you. 

Your eyes snapped open, and you found Emily's smile was absent. The brunette now had her bottom lip trapped between her teeth as she looked you up and down, knuckles white from her deadly grip over the armrests. 

She lifted a hand, palm facing the ceiling as her index and middle finger crooked. "Come here so I can get a proper look at you," she said, slightly breathless. 

The desk had conveniently covered the lower half of Emily's body, which meant that when you circled around and came to stand next to her, you could see exactly what the earlier ruffling had been about. 

"Is that?" You froze, both shocked and utterly intrigued by the thick black dildo jutting out from the older woman's opened slacks. 

She didn't need you to finish the question, already nodding as she followed your line of sight. Leaning forward with an outstretched arm, Emily coiled her fingers around your wrist and pulled you forward, causing you to almost stumble over your own feet. At this closer distance, you could tell the faux cock would give you a run for your money. It was thicker than anything you had taken before, though that was not a hard trophy to earn, given that the most you had let anyone put inside you was three fingers. 

"Do you want to come sit on mommy's lap?" Emily asked with a tilt of her head. 

She didn't miss how your breath caught in your throat, how you seemed to stop blinking, stop moving, stop existing.

"Are you scared?" the lioness asked, sights set on her prized fawn. 

You shook your head and placed one foot in front of the other, eyes downcast as you took in the size of Emily's additional appendage. The shake of your jaw gave you away. 

"I don't like being lied to," she snapped, eyes dimming to an even darker shade of brown. 

She pulled you in by your waist and sat you on her lap, cock brushing over the thin material of your underwear. Instinctively, you wedged your bottom lip between your teeth to quiet yourself. But Emily wasn't having any of it. Her thumb came to your captive lip, where she helped release it with a soft flick. 

The smooth texture of Emily's cock through your sodden panties was a needed relief. Its head purposefully pressing against your sensitive bundle of nerves evoked a flurry of shivers to run down your spine. And with nothing holding you back, you moaned in gratitude. 

"Feels good, doesn't it?" Emily smirked, watching you rut against her. 

"Yes," you uttered, breath caught in your throat. 

Happy to watch, Emily relaxed her shoulders and leaned back, enjoying the show you were putting on for her. Only when she recognised the tell-tell signs of frustration wash over your features, from your creased brow to the bite of your lip between your teeth, did a sick smirk lick the edges of her lips. With a mischievous glint shining in her eyes, the older woman shifted her position, pointedly ignoring the sound it pulled from you. 

"Something wrong?" she asked with a hitch of one eyebrow, adamant to appear oblivious. 

You gave no reply, only held tight to her shoulders in defiance and continually ground down on her, trying so hard to pleasure yourself to no avail that your eyes began to sting with the emergence of tears. 

With sweat threatening to spill down the side of your face, the tension between your legs starting to ache, and your release nowhere near in sight, you threw your head back with a sigh and whispered a quiet 'please' to the ceiling.

"Please what?" Came the dull reply, tone bored, unamused, unimpressed.  

You tried to impale yourself, failing as strong hands held you down. It was driving you crazy—pleasure being so close yet so far. 

With one hand removed from your hip, Emily gripped your jaw and turned your attention solely to her stern gaze, "Are you going to stop being a brat and tell me what you want?" 

When no answer came, she let go, jerking your head back as if disgusted with the lack of compliance. 

"Get up." 

Ice, you were made of ice. Sat still, shocked, speechless and slightly mortified. 

"Do I need to repeat myself?" Emily's voice was no longer flat; it was not roaring either. Instead, it was layered, resembling the same barbed tone a teacher might use with a disobedient student. It was enough of a motivator to get you to rise to your feet. 

Following you closely, the older woman, too, rose to her full height, hands meticulously reaching behind your back to expertly relieve you of your bra. Never once did she look you in the eye. 

With the same callous approach, you were turned and pressed against the desk, papers sticking to your heated chest. Emily was quick to loop her fingers through the hem of your underwear and slip them down your thighs, allowing gravity to do the rest. 

The full-bodied presence behind you lessened, and you took it as the opportune moment to glance back. 

The brunette had let her trousers drop to the floor, allowing you to see how her porcelain skin was directly contrasted by the black leather of her strap-on. Unlike yourself, she did not appear nervous or afraid. As she kicked the tailored pants aside and met your gaze, you realised how in control she was. 

Her gaze moved down your body, hands running down your back, until finally, she pressed herself against you and lowered her body atop yours. 

"I can feel how wet you are," she teased, running two fingers through the mess between your legs. "Are you always this wet?" 

"Emily, please," you begged. 

"I asked before, please what?" She raked five fingers down your side, moving them back up till they wound tightly in your hair and gripped your neck to an uncomfortable arch. Two fingers pushed inside you but did no more than that, remaining still as stone. "If you're going to be a baby and refuse to tell me what you want, you'll get nothing." 

"Fuck me!" You no longer had the sound of mind to acknowledge shouting something vulgar could attract attention. Logic had evaded you, allowing you to play right into your boss's hands. "Please just fuck me."

Sliding her slick fingers out of you, she proudly stated, "That wasn't hard, was it?"

If the older woman wanted an answer, she did not allow for one. In one fluid motion, she rose from over you and snapped her hips forward, sheathing the entire length of her cock into your cunt. Your breath caught in your throat, resulting in a strained groan tumbling out of your open mouth. The pit of your stomach dropped, and try as you might have not to clench around the toy inside you, you did precisely that. 

It was new, the foreign feeling of being filled so fully that one slight move would summon pleasure that sent shivers through your whole body. It wasn't unwelcome, especially when Emily started to move, and heat engulfed your entire body. Her pace was languid, allowing you to feel each slide of her cock along your slick walls, how each push of her hips ended in the tip hitting the spot within you to cause the furling in your stomach to expand tenfold. It was all you could do not to scream when the push and pull and Emily's hips moved with more purpose, jerking your body into the edge of her desk. 

"I've barely started, and you're already dripping down your thighs." Her voice was laced with mirth, finger smearing your mess as if to prove an unnecessary point that had your cheeks burning up. "How long have you been thinking about this?" Emily finished her question with an arduous thrust. "How many times have you sunk your fingers into your pussy and thought of me?" 

The questions continued, each hitting the nail right on the head. Your cheeks were scorched with the embarrassment that comes with having your desires known and exposed, but it did not take hold of your conscience as the event of falling in front of a large crowd might have. It was comparable to how a blushing maiden may feel when caught by a suitor in only their undergarments. It excited that small part of you that gave in to demoralisation and encouraged you enough to meet Emily halfway as she thrust into you. 

As your pleasure mounted, the need for more grew. Your clit, swollen and needy, begged for relief, and you beckoned to its call, sliding one hand from above your head to the juncture between your legs. It was when the tips of your fingers brushed against your sensitive pearl and you gained the briefest taste of the euphoria that Emily removed her hand from your thigh and snatched your hand away, halting all movement. 

You could have cried, having everything, then nothing, so quickly. 

"Did I say you could do that?" 

Abruptly pulling out, Emily stood tall and proud, staring down at you with curiosity and disappointment lining the brown of her eyes. She heard you whimper and acknowledged your sniffle. 

"There's no need to cry," she tutted, flipping you onto your back and lifting you by your shoulders. "You're going to listen to me from now on." 

You nodded, and she once again lined her cock to your opening, only now she waited, taunting you with possibilities. 

"Beg," she instructed. 

And you heeded. 

"Please. I need you." 

"You can do better." She sounded bored, and this struck a nerve within you, one that begged you to impress her, show her you could be a good little girl, and beg as though your life depended on it. 

You took a heaving breath and looked into Emily's eyes, sporting your best puppy eyes. "I need you. I want you inside me. I want you to fuck me with your big cock, mommy. Make me scream out your name. I need it." 

"There's a good pet," she cooed, mesmerising you with the bating of her lashes as she looked down to where your bodies were so close to touching. 

It all happened in a blur. The next thing you knew, your nails were digging into muscled shoulders, legs wrapping around a slim waist as the brunette filled you, wasting no time in picking up a brutal tempo. You barely recognised the sound of your voice as high-pitched obscenities spilt past your lips. You felt your whole body light up, heard blood pulse in your ears, and saw in real-time just how easy it was to aid Emily in calling upon your impending orgasm. 

Your vulgar mouth, luckily, seemed to amuse Emily enough for her to let you continue rutting your hips against her. The corners of her lips curled, and her smirk lasted only so long for you to see before she inched forward and kissed you with passion and hunger. It was easy, so easy, to melt into the brief moment of intimacy. The butterflies felt tangible, and the sparks crackled in your ears; it felt so fucking good you'd almost forgotten just where you were. Of course, bubbles eventually popped, and this one was demolished by rustling outside Emily's office. 

What little movement Emily allowed, her hands holding you firmly against the desk by your waist, was not enough to wriggle free and glance behind to see what was happening. Instead, the possibility of being caught weighed heavier with each drawled-out second. 

"Emily," You tried but were cut off by a tongue sliding into your mouth. "Emily, stop."

With a bite to your lip, the older woman backed off, confusion marking her features, "What is it?" she punctuated her question with a hard thrust. 

"Someone's o-" another hard thrust. "Someone's outside."

Emily smiled, picking up her pace, forcing you to breathe so deep you felt your lungs expand. 

"You'd better be quiet then." 

Whatever protest you were about to give died in your throat when nails skirted up to your chest and dug painfully into your breast, and Emily pushed herself so deep within you that you felt her hitting your cervix. A strangled cry was briefly heard before you managed to clasp your hand over your lips and silence your own mewls. She was fucking you as if her life depended on getting a reaction out of you that would draw attention. Nevertheless, you held firm and stayed as quiet as your muffled sobs would allow you to be. 

"Emily, please," you were pleading for release and for the brutal fucking stop because you knew there would be no chance you could keep a lid on your volume; there would also be no chance you would survive not cumming. 

Taking note of this, the older woman took the route of giving you your release, dragging a thumb down over your clit and applying the right amount of pressure to have your tense legs turn into a shaky mess of tremors. She didn't stop there; with a brief slide, she ran your slick over your bundle of nerves and started to circle steadily. 

"Fuck!" You screamed out, missing the way the ruffling outside suddenly stopped. "I'm cumming. I'm cumming." 

"That's it," the brunette encouraged, her fingers coming up to crook and tangle through the mussed mess of your hair, nails slowly working against your scalp. "Let everyone hear what a slut you are, letting me fuck you over my desk." 

She didn't stop, though, not when your clit felt raw and your pussy tender, not when you begged and not even when you reached out and tried to grab her wrist. Emily only yanked you down by your hair, relishing the thud the brutal move made. She fucked you harder till stationary fell to the floor from your thrashing arms, and by then, her lips were already wrapped around a nipple, sucking firm whilst you cried through a second orgasm. 

When you finally felt empty, you didn't even try to open your eyes. You knew your vision would be blurred if not blacked out. Instead, you focussed on coming back down to earth, steading your breath and not thinking about how you strangely missed being filled by Emily despite being so fucking sore. 

"Are you still alive?" a smug voice asked from above, and you pried your bleary eyes open to weakly smile. 

"I think so," you whispered, peeling your sweat-slick back from the desk. That was when you remembered the unknown personnel outside and shot a look at the door. 

"They're gone," Emily said, cupping your chin and turning you back to her. Again, you were greeted by that conniving smirk. "After your commentary, I think they understood we didn't want to be disturbed." 

"But-" 

"Uh-uh." she silenced you with a finger to your lips, the smell of yourself still narrowly fragrant. You took the digit into your mouth, patting yourself on the back as you watched Emily's eyes turn dark. "You want to make Mommy feel good now, don't you?" She knew the answer, but oh, how she loved to watch you sink to your knees and eagerly nod anyway. You helped unclasp the straps of her harness, then set to pealing the last barrier keeping you from her heat down her legs. 

"My good little pet," she said, smiling down at you and happily watching you beam. Her hand cupped your jaw before moving to the back of your neck, where she pulled you to her core and began singing a melody of moans. 

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[spamgyu]

COLLEGE!Mingyu drabble - hairties and phone numbers

another installation to the college!mingyu au no bc college!mingyu as someone who lives down the hall from your dorm and you always run into him doing something questionable

kind of obsessed with the thought of oc's dad loving mingyu and wanting them together.

Her and her roommate rarely locked their door.

In fact, most on their floor rarely did as well — some even leaving their dorm room door wide open a majority of the time, allowing for guests to come in and out when they please.

They put way too much trust on one another...

"You got a hair tie?" He barged in, making a bee-line to her desk.

Looking up from her laptop, she watched as he rummaged through her belongings as she sat on her bed. He had a habit of making himself feel quite at home in her and her roommate's shared space.

"Hi, Mingyu. Hello, I'm doing fine. Thanks for asking" She rolled her eyes.

She had given up telling him off, opting to use sarcasm instead.

She had invited him in one time... One damn time, to help him with his paper and since then, he had made himself a regular in her room. Most of the time, he stopped by for useless reasons.

Just the other day, he had come in whilst she was busy plucking her eyebrows, only to turn off the lamp and scurrying away with a mischievous giggle.

He was always up to no good.

"Hi y/n." He paused his search with a sigh, as if she was the one bothering him. "Do you have a hair tie?"

Holding her arm up, he zeroed in on the black elastic around her wrist. "Thanks!" Mingyu smiled, slipping it off of her.

He pulled half of his hair up atop his head, securing it with the newly borrowed hair tie. "Looks okay?" He faced her.

Y/n snorted, grabbing her phone and pointing at him. "Smile."

Mingyu forced a smile out, like a five year old who just learned how to show off their teeth.

"You look like a toddler." She laughed, showing him the image she had just taken.

Mingyu chuckled, tucking the other strands he wasn't able to gather, behind his ears. "Send this to me."

Within seconds, the phone in his pocket buzzed – pulling it out to save the image. "Instagram dm's fucked up the quality." He frowned.

"Give me your number."

"You want my number?" He wiggled his brows.

"To send it, doofus." Y/n countered, giving him a look.

"I knew you always had the hots for me."

"I need you to look in the mirror and say that again."

Craning his neck to catch a glimpse of himself on the mirror hanging by her door, Mingyu let out a laugh. He looked absolutely ridiculous; wearing faded sweats, an ill-fitting puffer vest that he had stolen from his dad closet, and socks with his Birkenstock clogs.

"I think I look fine." He shrugged, going back to looking down on his phone.

hi it's mingyu

Y/n looked at the message from the unknown number, snorting. "You have my number?"

"Your dad gave it to me."

"Of course he did."

Her dad had hounded her numerously in regards to her finding a boyfriend, claiming that it was another man's turn to spoil her and treat her well.

And he knew just the right guy for the job.

He was not giving up on his dreams of making Mingyu a part of their family.

#inconsisten au.... but why am i kinda obsessed with this mingyu #literally no story line except mingyu just being cute and oc's dad wanting them together #spam drabbles #sg: mingyu #mingyu x reader #mingyu scenarios

[axelsagewrites]

Aemond Targaryen*Poloraids

Pairing: modern! Aemond x f! Reader

Word count: 2373

Part Two at bottom

Warnings: nudes, talks of sex, phone sex, sex toys, nipple play, dom Aemond, slight bratting, teasing, smut 18+

A/n: wrote this on my notes app and posting on mobile cause I can't sleep so pls forgive formating errors till I can check on my laptop tomorrow but for now enjoy desperate Aemond phone sex

Masterlist here

You had only been apart from Aemond for a mere three weeks but in that time you missed him more than you could have imagined. He was off to his dream college while you packed up to go to your own dream school. Aemond would never even think of asking you to follow him or potentially ruin your dream and had insisted you would survive the distance.

He was only a four hour drive away but being in your freshman year you barely had time to sleep let alot drive four hours one way to see your boyfriend. Maybe after the first semester it would be easier but for now you had to be content with late night phone calls and the letters he sent.

Yes Aemond had insisted on writing letters. You both wrote a letter to each other the last night you spent together before he left for college and mailed it out to the others dorm. You usually got two, sometimes three letters a week and of course you always returned his mail.

While you kept each other up to date on life and school over the phone the letters were a more personal touch, romantic even. Aemond did his best to write you poety even if English was not his strong suit. You just new he was blushing as you read his poems all those miles away. He'd sometimes send small packages with the letters. This ranged from books he thought you'd like to a sweatshirt from his college that he had worn for a week and covered in his cologne.

You almaot made sure to put just as much love into your mail. Your letters rambled on for pages about what you missed about him and the life you would build after university. He'd gifted you a Polaroid camera and a stack of film before you had left and you made sure to include pictures of you in your dorm, your campus, and the sights around you. Aemond had sent you a snap of his desk set up with your poloraids pinned around his reminder board, a picture of you unpacking your dorm with a cheesy grin right beside where his laptop would sit.

However while you knew you would miss him you hadn't even thought about how much you'd miss his touch. And not just his hugs which always warmed your heart but for gods sake you had never been so horny. Your roommates boyfriend was only a building away and you were jealous every time she came back with hickeys covering her neck and mascara smudged under her eyes.

"Don't worry you'll see your precious Aemond eventually," Sara joked after you had admitted to you jealous states, "then he can fuck your brains out so you're not so tense,"

"I'm not tense," but you were. So fucking tense.

It was one night when you caught Sara taking suggestive pics out the corner of your eye did you get the idea. Your eyes fell to the poloraid camera on your desk. So far you had never sent Aemond any kind of explicit pictures like that. Sure you did your best to look good when you snapped him but he'd never asked for a nude and you had never thought of sending them. But maybe if you started it, like the mail, he would return the favour.

When Aemonds latest letter came in the mail Sara happened to be out the dorm and staying the night at her boyfriend jaces frat house. After reading the letter your eyes fell to the camera. You racked your mind for a few moments, wondering if the reason why Aemond had never asked was because he never wanted them. But what guy would turn that down, you wondered. Plus it wasn't like you and Aemond hadn't done stuff in the past. He was always sneaking into your house to get his hands all over you.

Fuck it, you thought. You quickly rummaged through your drawers, finding the few nice lingerie pieces you had brought with you before you settled into wearing Aemonds boxers and a sports bra religiously.

You quickly slid into the black lacey bra and thong set you had convinced yourself you would wear to a party for a confidence boost and never had. It had been one of Aemonds favourites before you left for college. You did your best to straighten the sheets and hide your clutter as you set up for the first photo.

You took a few moments trying to get into the perfect pose before snapping a picture of your chest, sticking your tits out to make them pop. And boy did they look good. When you saw them printed on the film you couldn't help the ego boost when you saw yourself dolled up. You moved the camera lower, taking a picture of your hips and thighs, twisting your body into the poses you'd seen on dirty magazines.

You took a couple more in that set, trying the recreate some tiktok recommended poses you'd seen, when you suddenly really started to feel yourself. You changed quickly into another set, a dark red body you had bought for the first time Aemond would visit you. You were sure he wouldn't mind you wearing it without him when he saw the results. This time you made sure to capture your ass perfectly, loving how it looked in the angles you tried.

Then came your last idea. Your eyes fell to the sweatshirt he had sent you. You quickly stripped off the lingerie and tugged on a more simple thong that still looked amazing on. You slipped into the hoodie, letting yourself emerse yourself in his smell. This time your pictures were you sat at your desk, set up as if you were studying but you lifted the camera to a high angle so he could see your bare thighs. Next you lifted the shirt, giving him a show of your underboob and waist. Then finally one last pic of you bent over the desk as if you were waiting for him.

As you snapped the last pic you heard Sara's key in the lock and quickly sprinter to jump under your covers, trying to look as innocent as possible as you put the printed Polaroids under the covers.

The next day you finished writing your letter and slipped in four of the nine poloraids you had taken. You made sure to sit them behind the letter in the envelope since you didn't need his roommate getting a private show. You posted the letter and did your best to act casual over the phone with Aemond but you couldn't help feel anxious about his reaction.

Two days later your phone rang as you were sat in bed finishing an essay on your laptop. "Hey baby," you greeted as you read over your list of spelling mistakes.

"Don't hey baby me," Aemond said, catching your attention and making you move your laptop to the side, "You think trying to tease me is funny?"

"Tease you-" you said as you sat up properly in bed trying to figure out what he meant when it hit you. "Did you get my letter?" you said not able to hide the smirk in your voice.

"Oh I got your letter alright darling," Aemond said darkly and you could just imagine him pacing his dorm room while his roommate was out. "and the pictures,"

"Did you like them?" you said with a light giggle as if you had been transformed back to the start of your relationship. "I thought you mightve been getting lonely over there. So far away," you said with a fake pout, loving the affects you had already had on them.

"Are you kidding me?" Aemond said with a dark chuckle, "You look positively fuckable in these doll. I don't know how I'm supposed to contain myself till I see you,"

You felt your stomach go light like butterflies were dancing in it at his words. "I've got more if you'd like," you said as you twirled your hair like a school girl.

"God's you really are a little minx aren't you?" Aemond groaned making you giggle, "You won't be so cocky when I get there. No you get all shy don't you? Like a good little girl,"

"Maybe I don't wanna be a good girl," you teased as you discarded the laptop onto your bedside table, moving to lay down as you spoke.

"You know what happens when you don't behave doll," Aemond warned in the same voice he used when he used to hold you by your jaw, forcing you to meet his eye.

"Whatcha gonna do about it?" you grinned as your hand searched your bottom drawer for the vibrator you had stashed away for nights like this where all you wanted was Aemonds touch. "You're not here to make me do anything,"

"Just you wait doll," Aemond said as you heard him crash down onto his bed, "When I'm there you'll regret being such a brat,"

"I don't believe you," you teased as you slipped the vibrator between your legs, slowly running it up and down your folds before it was even on.

Aemond was silent for a moment and you wondered how good he must look right now with that stern look on his face," You're touching yourself aren't you?" he said making your actions pause.

"No I'm-" you started to stutter out only to be interrupted by Aemonds chuckle.

"Oh baby girl you really are that desperate aren't you?" he said, his smirk evident in his voice, "trying to get off by just my voice. Bet you could as well love you're that desperate," you tried to argue but Aemond kept talking, "Turn it on doll. I know you're using that pretty little vibe of yours aren't you?"

"maybe," you said, your voice shaky as you reached for the button.

"So predictable," he chuckled, "God's you looked good when I would use that on you. Turn it on doll and go slow. I want you to earn it if you're gonna be such a tease,"

Even from so far away Aemond still had a control over you which made you switch the toy onto it's lowest setting and slowly run it up your folds, gasping as your ran it over your sensitive clit." that's a good girl, "Aemond praised when he heard your noises through the phone. "I'm just looking at these pics love," you heard him say as you moved the vibe to slowly circle around your clit, "Such pretty pictures," he said, "almost as good as the real thing. Almost because it won't be long till I bend you over that desk of yours. You'd like to that wouldn't you? Me fucking you over your desk in my sweetheart,"

"Yes," you whimpered but Aemond tutted over the phone.

"Yes what?"

"Yes sir," you correct yourself, moaning as you felt a knot bubbling in your stomach.

"Good girl," Aemond praised and you could swear you could hear him jerking off on the other end, "now turn up the vibe baby and slip it in,"

You whined but did as instructed, the soft silicone easily slipping into your wet pussy, "It's in," you said, your voice whiny.

"Good. Now tighten your thighs to hold it there. You're gonna need your hands love," he said, a slight groan in his voice as he stroked his member.

"Okay," you stuttered, doing as he said but also laying your phone next to your head on speaker, "now what sir?"

"Now I want you to squeeze those perfect tit's of yours," he said, his breathing more rugged, "they look so good in that red little number of yours. Can't wait to tear it off you,"

"Thank you sir," you moaned as you followed his instructions and wishing it was his hands.

"Now pinch those perky nipples of yours," Aemond said which you gladly complied with, rolling them between your fingers, "Miss kissing those perfect tit's of yours. Gonna cover them in hickeys next time I get my hands on them. Might even take a picture for good measure. You'd like that wouldn't you?"

"Yes sir," you whined as you felt your body start to jerk at your already approaching climax.

"You gonna cum baby?" Aemond asked, his breathing shaking as he approached his own edge.

"Yes," you whined, greatful your roommate had left for the night, "Please sir can I cum now please?"

"Fuck," Aemond gasped, "Yes baby cum for me. Be a good girl baby don't hide any of those pretty noises. Think I might just cum from hearing them," he said.

You couldn't even say anything else as your body began twitching, your legs shaking as you felt your orgasm rip through your body. You didn't try to hide your moans and it wasn't long till you heard Aemond mumbling curses and praise through the phone. "Fuck," Aemond gasped as he started to catch his breath.

"Did you..?" you asked, your voice trailing off.

"Yes darling," he said with uneven breath, "All over these pictures love. Is there any chance you could send some more?" he asked but this time his voice was far more shy.

You laughed lightly as you rolled onto your side, snuggling into your pillow now suddenly tired, "of course baby. How come you never asked before?"

"I didn't want you to think I'm some kind of pervert," Aemond confessed now far more sheepish than his sexy persona.

"You're not a pervert Aem, you're my boyfriend," you laughed, imagining how his cheeks would be flushing right now. "Of course I'll send some more baby you'll just need to be patient," you teased.

"I'm sick of being patient," Aemond groaned like a toddler who had been told no, "I'm driving up to see you Friday after class no questions, no excuses,"

"Aemy that's a long drive are you sure?" you asked, worried how he'd be able to get all his work done if he was so far from college.

"More than sure baby. I need to see you and besides. I have a few new ideas of what you could do with that camera,"

Part Two here

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Making It Work ~ MYG

⤜WORD COUNT:  3.9K

⤜PAIRING: Yoongi x Fem!Reader

GENRE: angst, angst with a soft and happy ending, divorce proceedings, breakups, love, cute, sweet

⤜Copyright: © DreamEscapesWriting - February 2023

⤜MASTERLIST

A/N: I wanted to go with a way that wouldn’t be impossible for reader and Yoongi to get back together, so I hope this is okay for you my love.

Today was the day that you hadn’t exactly been looking forward to for the last two months and now that it was finally here you were dreading every second of it. Divorces were a messy situation for everyone in the world but you'd been in luck when Yoongi had asked for it not to go to a large court. The two of you were going to settle everything inside of a solicitor's office, in front of a judge and all of the right witnesses. That also meant you didn't have to deal with screaming fans nor did you have to deal with flashing cameras, everything that was happening within your divorce seemed to be kept on the down low which you respected Yoongi for doing which made this a little easier. Not that this was ever going to be easy to deal with but not having to deal with a huge court of people did make it easier to manage. 

“Miss Yln, do you have your witness?” The judge asked as she looked up from her file and in your direction, your eyes looked away from the door as you turned to stare at her. Janet - the judge - had been accommodating of your situation with Yoongi and was doing everything within her power to make sure you both could do this amicably. That was the thing, even though you and Yoongi were getting a divorce from one another, there was no bad blood, no fighting over who got to keep the house or who got some of the money or shared custody over your dog...everything had just been simple and nice which worried you a little. Did Yoongi care that little that he would rather have this over and done with? Or was it simply that he just wanted you to move on and give you whatever you wanted? It was so hard to read him when you didn't see him anymore. God, you hadn't even seen him since the day you'd walked out on him.

“Yes, my friend Chan.” You answered her, glancing over at your shoulder to see Chan sitting in his seat with a warm smile on his face. Ever since the breakup with Yoongi Chan had been the one person in your life you could turn to whenever you needed something. The man had been there from the moment you’d walked out of your shared home with Yoongi and decided to go through the divorce. You'd been staying with Chan and his roommates for a while until you felt comfortable going back home and it was nice to have a friend there that wasn't directly in contact with Yoongi.

“It’s lovely to meet you, Chan." She smiled a little turning her attention back to you as she directed the last question,

"Do you know where Mr Min is?” You glanced down at your phone to check the time, it was way past the time he was supposed to be here and you knew he was either caught up in work or traffic. It was always the thing he would blame whenever he was late for something important. Like your anniversary dinner, the whole reason this divorce was happening was because of Yoongi’s addiction to his work.

“You knew what this day meant to me Yoongi and yet you still didn’t bother to show up, not even a text to let me know where you were,” You stared at your boyfriend who was in his usual spot in his studio, hunched over the desk with his earphones on one ear and not the other. The same spot he'd been in two nights ago when you came to remind him about your family coming to visit you.

“I got busy,” Yoongi merely grumbled without saying anything else to you about it, his eyes never leaving the screen not even for a second to look in your direction. It was as if he had no idea what the day even was which broke you even more. There was a time in your relationship when Yoongi would drop everything to spend time with you and now it felt as though you were constantly putting in all of the effort only to meet resistance.

“Do you know what today was?” You quizzed, placing one hand on your hip and waiting for him to turn and look at you. One look would inform him that you were dressed in formal attire and that tonight was your anniversary, not only an anniversary but the day your family were all coming to your house to have a nice formal meal with the two of you. Yet, your husband hadn’t even bothered to show up to meet his family-in-law nor had he wished you a happy anniversary.

“Yeah. that meal with your family. But I’ve had other stuff on my mind-” Yoongi had spun on his chair a little to see you and he stopped speaking when he saw what you were wearing. You looked completely breathtaking and he smiled a little, running his tongue over his bottom lip as he took in the sight of you. There was no denying that you looked completely hot in what you were wearing and he let out a low growl at the sight of you.

“Our anniversary,” You told him plainly, ignoring the way your heart was racing at the way he was checking you out. You didn’t care that he found you hot right now, all you cared about was the fact that he had missed your anniversary and made you look like a fool in front of your family and the restaurant the meal had been at. 

“No, our anniversary is the 30th and-” Yoongi shook his head at you, he would know when his own anniversary was, he'd had it written down on the desk calendar.

“Yoongi, it is the 30th,” You mumbled, scoffing a little as you shook your head and looked up at the ceiling trying not to let the tears completely take over. If you cried in front of him you'd feel completely weak and that was the last thing you wanted. Right now, you wanted him to come home and let all of this go so you could at least spend the night of your anniversary together. But he didn't even move from his desk, he just shook his head and rubbed the back of his neck. For a while now it felt as though Yoongi didn’t give a shit about you or anything that was going on in your life, every day felt like a losing battle and you were finally having enough. This had been the straw that broke the camel's back so to say.

“I’m so sorry baby, I’ve been so busy lately I didn’t even realise what date we were on,” He sighed, running his hands through his long unkempt hair. Normally you would have dragged him out for a haircut by now and made sure he was looking after himself but it was hard to even get to see him with how busy he was and how stubborn he was when it came to working. You knew things would be like this with Yoongi and you’d signed up for that when you’d agreed to marry him, you knew there were going to be good and bad days but right now it seemed there were bad then there ever was good. 

“But you’re not, if you were sorry you wouldn’t keep doing this.” You gestured around his studio as you drank in everything that was going on inside. There were blankets all over the sofa letting you know that he was sleeping there - which you knew already since you were waking up to an empty bed every morning. Then there were the takeout containers left over the spare sides, the stubble on your husband's face and the sloppy state of him. 

“I have to get this work done, you knew this when you agreed to marry me,” He grumbled, throwing his vows back at you. Part of his handwritten vows was about you accepting that his work was important to him. Something you'd agreed to and accepted for years now but it didn't make it any easier to see Yoongi harming his mental and physical health for a bit of music.

“Yes, I knew that. I also knew that you knew when to take a break and weren’t going to go into burnout all of the time,” You snapped angrily, you didn’t want to get so angry with him but it was difficult when your own husband couldn’t see what he was doing to himself and his marriage.

“You’re prioritising your work before yourself. When was the last time you showered?” You stared at his greasy hair and then down at his beard, it was as if he didn't care what he looked like as long as he got his work done. Something, that you'd come to notice over the years, was something he did right before having a burnout. The last thing Yoongi needed right now was to be burnt out at work, you needed him to come home where he could relax just a little.

“I can smell you from here. You need to shower, put yourself before your work for once-”

“I can do whatever I want, I need to get this finished.” He snarled, turning back to his computer and sliding the second headphone back onto his head without hitting play on anything. You stared at the screen as you realised he wasn't composing or even listening to anything and you shook your head.

“You need to look after yourself,” You breathed out, moving to stand closer to him as he shook his head at you. Yoongi didn't want to to fight right now, he was about an hour's work away from finishing the songs he needed to do and then he would go home.

“What I need is for my wife to leave me alone while I finish working on something that earns us both money,” He hissed out at you, your heart clenched inside of your chest. Yoongi had snapped at you about leaving him alone before but never like this,

“You used to love me taking care of you,” You laughed dryly, moving around the office as you began to put take-out containers into a bin, trying your best to clean up the place even a little so he could start the process looking after himself.

“You used to let me come and see you every day, bring you food and make sure you showered,” You stared at him as he continued to work on something, either playing ignorant to what you were saying or he really couldn’t hear you over the music. You rolled your eyes at him, shaking your head as you moved closer to his desk and stretching your hand out to take the mug that was beside his keyboard, only he moved suddenly making you jump and knock the mug - and its contents - all over the pages that were on the desk.

“Shit,” you hissed out, watching as the coffee started to stain the pages, smudging the ink that was all over them.

“What the fuck! What the fuck are you doing?!” He yelled, jumping up from his desk and grabbing the sheets, shaking them and letting the coffee splatter everywhere inside of the room while you shook your head,

“It was an accident, I was just trying to clean up and help-”

“I don’t need your help,” He grumbled staring at the music sheets in his hands that were now completely unreadable and ruined thanks to you.

“You say that every time but you know you need me Yoongi. You just don’t-”

“I don’t need you anymore! I’m fine on my own!” He yelled out at you, staring you in the eyes as you felt the burn of every word scoring into your veins and making its way directly to your heart.

“Yeah? Then I guess you don’t need a wife anymore!” You quipped at him, hoping that maybe he would see the error in what he'd said to you.

“Maybe I don’t!” He screamed at you, and you were quick to leave the room, slamming the door behind you praying he would follow after you but he never did.

You thought - back then - that maybe things would blow over and that the two of you would kiss and makeup but it never happened. Yoongi stopped replying to you and the two of you gave up on everything you’d been building together for almost nine years and said to get a divorce.

“I’m sure he’ll be here soon, your honour. I can call-” You didn’t have a chance to finish what you were saying when the door burst open and a very sweaty-looking Yoongi appeared to be standing there. While he was dressed smartly it didn’t match the rest of him, his hair was a mess and far too long for him, he had a beard growing and not to mention there were bags under his eyes letting you know he hadn’t been sleeping yet again. A pang of guilt took over you as you saw him, you knew you shouldn’t care that he was like this but you couldn’t help it. You still loved Yoongi with every part of your body and nothing was ever going to change that for you, even if you were getting a divorce.

“I’m sorry your honour, I was running late because of my alarm and then traffic was bad so I got out and ran here,” You stared at Yoongi as he spoke to the judge but only looked in your direction, his eyes never leaving you while your heart raced against your chest. It felt as though you’d just finished running here and not the other way around, Yoongi's mouth ran dry as soon as he saw you standing there. He'd been getting texts from Chan for the last two months with updates about you, he wanted to know how you were doing and if you were truly okay with this divorce and while Chan told him you seemed fine you never were. 

It was always going to be hard letting go of someone you'd loved for so long and if truth be told, you didn't even want to go through with all of this.

“Sit down and we will proceed.” The judge motioned for him to take a seat opposite you but Yoongi didn’t move an inch, he just stared at you and shook his head. If this was really going to be the last time he would get to see you he needed to get his feelings out onto the table and stop avoiding them.

“Can I have a moment with her?” He questioned, glancing in the direction of the judge and back to Yoongi. It was as though he was scared you would disappear if he looked away for too long.

“A moment?” The judge asked, arching an eyebrow at the two of you while you slowly looked away from Yoongi, trying not to let yourself get too caught up in him, Chan leant forward on his chair to check on you.

“You okay?” He whispered as Yoongi continued to ask for some time with you, his voice shaking a lot as you nodded your head at Chan. He knew you'd been wanting to avoid being alone with Yoongi for a while but now Yoongi was here and he wanted to be alone you wanted the exact same thing.

“Fine, you should go and let the boys know you’ll be late,” You whispered to him, letting him leave the room along with the judge and lawyers that had been waiting for Yoongi to arrive. Everyone had been on time for this except for him but Yoongi didn’t even care. It was all true about him being late and the reason. The alarm hadn’t woken him up because, for the first time in months, he’d finally gotten the sleep he had been desperately needing. 

“Yn,” He breathed out, sitting beside you and placing his hands on top of yours, enjoying the way a spark went through both of you. It might have been two months since he’d gotten to speak to you or even be in the same room as you but every feeling he had for you was still there.

“Yoongi, you show up late and you kick them out? What’s going on with you?” Your eyebrows knitted together as you drank him in, shaking your head as you got a closer look at him. The need to be closer to him was eating you up inside, the need to be near him and be held by him eating you away one bit at a time.

“I need you to come back, don’t sign the papers,” Your heart practically stopped beating inside of your chest. This whole thing had been his idea, the divorce was his idea to get and now he was asking you this.

“What?” Your voice cracked, barely able to hold up the question as you stared at him, your eyes scanning over his face for any sign that this was some kind of sick joke from him. Or maybe this was all a nightmare and you hadn't even woken up yet to get to the solicitor's office.

“Don’t sign the papers, don’t…please..please just don’t,” You couldn’t believe what you were hearing, there was a pleading tone in his voice as he begged for you not to do this. For weeks now he'd been wondering how he was going to get you out of doing this, to come back to him after he'd been the one to push you away but all of this time apart confirmed one thing in his mind.

There was no way on this planet, or another...or even in another universe that he was ever going to be able to live without you.

“You don’t know what you’re saying Yoongi,” You murmured, sliding your hands out from him but he was quick to grab them and hold them against his chest, looking deep into your eyes as he searched for any sign that you still loved him.

“I do, I need you…Okay? I was an idiot to go through all of this and I realise that now,” He pleaded with you, his voice breaking with each word that he spoke.

“You don’t need me to remember, you said it yourself.” You tried to take your hands back but he wasn’t allowing them to budge no matter how hard you tried. 

“I was an idiot Yn, please.” You shook your head at him, tears beginning to stream down your cheeks as you stated at him, this was all too little to late. Maybe if he'd come to you a few weeks ago this could have been different but you were about to sign the final papers, the final goodbye to one another.

“We’re about to sign the final papers,” You stared down at the papers on the table in front of you, everything had been agreed to between you and the lawyers. Janet had even said it was the easiest divorce she'd ever had to bare witness to.

“And I am begging you not to, I’ll do anything,” he whispered to you, your eyes staring back at him as you tried to sense if any of this was real if he even meant what he was saying. You couldn't go back to the way it was before, watching him ruin his body for the sake of work.

“Yoongi…” You trailed off, your hand slowly being released from his grasp as you ran it over his cheek, sighing when you watched him leaning into your touch and enjoying the way it felt to have you close. This was all yoongi had been thinking about for months, he’d done nothing but miss you from the moment he willingly let you walk out of his office.

“I should have chased after you that day,” He told you as you stared at him, your breathing getting caught in your throat as you watched him.

“You should have,” you laughed weakly, you’d wanted him to come after you and tell you he took everything he said back that day but he never did. He never showed up, not even back at the house when you were there.

“You never came back to tell me you didn’t mean it,” You whispered, your eyes screwed tightly shut as you shook your head.

“You didn’t come back either,” Yoongi shuffled closer to you, running his thumb under your eyes to stop the tears from falling but it only caused them to fall faster.

“Because I was exhausted and upset Yoongi. It was our anniversary,” your voice cracked and he nodded his head, he knew he'd done wrong and that it was going to take a lot more than a simple "I'm sorry" to fix everything that happened between you but he was going to give it his all.

“I fucked up badly, and I know there’s no coming back from it but I want to try and move on from it. I don’t want to lose you,” you stared at him as he pleaded with you, a small knock coming from the door.

“Not everything can be fixed with a simple apology” You moved away from him and shook your head, using the sleeve of your blazer to wipe under your eyes and shake your head at him.

“So then we work on things, every day. We go to counselling, we get help and we work through this together,” You stared at him again and swallowed the lump in your throat, the knocking on the door getting louder, you had no double that it was probably Chan wanting to know what was going on.

“Let's try it again…if you want to?” Yoongi suggested as he stared at you, you wanted to, you wanted to do everything to make it work with Yoongi again so you nodded your head.

“Let's do it,” You whispered as he smiled brightly, staring at you before wrapping you in a tight embrace, your shoulders relaxed completely as you started to cry into his shoulder. After all this time it still felt incredible to be with him.

“Shall I let the judge know?” chan chuckled from the doorway as you nodded and sniffled, rubbing your eyes as you let yourself relax in Yoongi's arms.

“You’re late, you’re late for a very important date,” Yoongi teased as you rushed into the room and panted heavily, traffic had been a nightmare getting here and your boss had managed to make you stay later than anticipated. 

“Makes a change, it’s normally you,” You smirked at him, dropping down onto the sofa beside him and laying your head down on his shoulder and trying to catch your breath.

“Shh,” He whines, tickling your sides and pulling you closer to him. The two of you were here for your monthly session with your couples therapist, who was discharging you from their service as of today. It had been a rough nine months that the two of you were going through but every single second had been worth it now that you were making your marriage work with one another,

“Love you,” You giggled, leaning up to kiss his cheek quickly before the door opened and you were both ready for your last session together.

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[ajaxpetropolisismyhusband]

Ajax - Not you

Warnings: High Ajax, Y/n starting arguments for why?, drugs, angst, fluff, DONT DO DRUGS KIDS

It was 1 am and a soft knock at the door awoke Ajax from his 'state'. He groaned in annoyance, hoping his roommate Xavier would open the door. 

Since Rowan got expelled, Xavier started to share his dorm with Ajax and right now he wished he never moved in because the first knock was practically silent and it profoundly got louder each minute.

"XaViEr.." Ajax cracked his voice out and turned his head towards his roommates bed, only to not find him there. 

Ajax facepalmed mentally and got up from the desk he was trying to sleep on for some reason and dragged his feet towards the door. "Who is it?" he asked in annoyance.

"Baby? can i come in please? We have the nightshades meeting tonight remember?" A soft voice called out.

Ajax's droopy eyes half lit up and he opened the door and pulled the knocker into hug.

"Its my N/nnnnnnn...." He said baby like. 

Y/n shut the door with her foot and broke the hug to look at her boyfriend properly.

"Jax, why are your eyes droopy and red?" she asked with a bit of worry and grabbed his face to inspect it a bit better. "Are you sick? why does it smell weird in here too?" she looked around the room and there it was.

4 joints (in the UK we call them zoots if you were wondering :D) on the desk Ajax was trying to sleep on. Y/n shook her head and placed her index finger and thumb on the bridge of her nose.

It wasn't the first time Y/n caught him like this. Normally, he would be asleep and she would find them in the bin or peaking out of his pillowcase. 

She never really saw him high and to be honest, she never wanted to ask.

Ajax followed Y/n's previous gaze and opened his mouth.

"Cara mia, i can explain about those but i can't find the right words" Y/n put one hand behind his neck and sighed in defeat.

"You know what? you don't have to explain anything." She let go of her boyfriend and walked towards the desk. 

Ajax scratched the top of his hat in confusion. "Ill get high with you." she shrugged and picked up on of the joints.

Ajax widened his eyes in fear, he didn't look like he took drugs anymore. Instead, he walked up towards his girlfriend without tripping or stumbling like he would normally do.

He took the blunt from her hand and placed it down. Before Y/n could say anything, Ajax put a hand in front of her mouth.

"Not you my darling. Y-you can't take it."

"What why?"

"Just not you okay? Anyone but you. How about you go to the nightshades meeting without me and tell the others ill be there tomorrow. Please."

Ajax let go of Y/n and encouraged her to leave the dorm by extending his arm like a gentleman to lead her out but Y/n, like the stubborn independent woman she is, didn't let go of her boyfriend.

"Babe, this isn't the first time knowing you take drugs. I've seen you like ten times and i've never asked or stopped you. So, why are you stopping me?" she snapped. Ajax sighed in annoyance and put both of his hands on the side of her face.

"You listen to me Y/n M/n L/n. I take this crap when i have shitty days and i don't wanna talk about it. This is my way of coping and if you do it too, it will just ruin you and i don't want you to end up like some stoner idiotic loser like me." 

So many questions were running through Y/n's head, she pushed away his hands away from her face.

"When you have shitty days? really?. I thought we talked about everything together! I thought when you had shitty days, you would sneak into my dorm and cuddle me! but no, you just do that for the sake of it don't you? the real coping method for you is smoking this shit!?" 

Y/n wanted to cry, but she stood her ground and Ajax grumbled.

"That's not what i meant N/n... I love cuddling with you. It's like im on cloud 9 whenever im with you. It's just, i can't worry you all the time you know? just throwing pressure onto you, only for it to get better the next day. It's not fair on you baby. I need to be the one there for you but i do such a shitty job."

Suddenly, all of the rage had vanished. Somehow the floor managed to suck out the venom in her veins and he gazed softened

"Ajax...i didn't know. Baby, im so sorry!" The H/c haired girl clung onto her boyfriend and he hugged her right back. "And your not a bad boyfriend or a loser! You're literally everything i asked for! even more! Your existence, your presence. That's what keeps me going."

Ajax smiled into her hair and kissed her forehead lovingly.

"But obviously, if doing this helps you cope, then i understand. I just care about your health you know?"

Ajax shook his head reluctantly.

"No baby.. you're right" 

He broke the hug and held both of his girlfriends soft hands in his big rough ones. "I promise, from now on ill stop. I love you" He smiled and tilted her chin up for her to meet his gaze.

Y/n smiled and kissed her boyfriend. Lingering her lips on his longer than usual and Ajax couldn't get enough of her .

"I love you more baby." 

The couple then walked towards Ajax's bed and cuddled. They both held onto each other like there was no tomorrow.

Few hours later, Xavier walked in and inspected his best friends bed to find Ajax's head laying on Y/n's chest and Y/n's head was on top of his.

"They deserve each other." Xavier smiled to himself to find that his friends eventually found each other and despite some differences, they made it work.

Xavier pulled his phone out of his pocket and took a picture of the two sleeping so he could tease them about it tomorrow.

"Damn, i need a girlfriend too." He mentally noted.  

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[dream-a-little-bigger-x]

Begin Again: Chapter Two | Spencer Reid

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<< Chapter One

Chapter Two: Room 304

Pairing: Spencer Reid x OC!Charlotte Morris

Warnings: Suggestive language, foul language, talk of murder, talk of death, description of a crime scene, mention of blood.

Author's note: Wooohooo part two!

Words: 1.6K

He had been staring at his phone for hours. The phone number he had saved last night had been screaming at him, telling him to call it. Yet, he still hesitated. Every logical sense in him told him he shouldn’t call her. It would’ve been too creepy, too stalkery for him to call her so out of the blue. 

“What are you up to, Pretty Boy?” Derek asked when he found his coworker at his desk, staring at his cellphone, something the young profiler usually never did. 

Spencer coughed and stuffed his phone in his pocket. “N-nothing,” he stuttered. 

“Oh, come on now.” Derek sat down on the corner of Spencer’s desk. “You’re thinking about calling her, aren’t you?” 

Of course Spencer couldn’t lie to Derek. To none of his colleagues, for that matter. They were the best at their job. It shouldn’t surprise him that he knew what was happening. 

“Isn’t it weird to call someone after not having seen them for seventeen years?” Spencer asked, furrowing his brows in confusion. 

Derek shrugged. “It’s only gonna be weird if you make it weird,” he said, then sighed at the sight of his coworker’s forlorn expression. “If you don’t feel confident calling her, then don’t. Give it some time. Think it over. But, kid…” Spencer looked up at him again. “If a girl has been on your mind for seventeen years, it must mean something.” 

“Yeah… I guess…” 

“Morning, sunshine,” Thomas greeted when Charlotte raced out of her room with her blouse only half done up and still sticking out of her dress pants. The young man was enjoying the sight in front him more than his morning cereal. 

His roommate was racing around the house looking for her stuff whilst still getting dressed, clearly in a rush to get to work. 

“Morning,” Charlotte grunted as she clasped her watch around her wrist before moving to continue buttoning her blouse. “I-I need… Did you see my–” 

“On the kitchen counter,” Thomas replied, pointing at the kitchen. 

He didn’t even need any more information to know what she was looking for. It was the little bracelet she always wore with the Las Vegas charms. One had the Vegas skyline, the other was a deck of cards. She had taken it off last night when she was heating up the dinner Thomas had left for  her. 

She could never leave the house with it. 

“Thanks, my sweet,” she mumbled as she walked over to the counter and put the bracelet back on around her wrist, right next to her watch. “Oh, hey, do you wanna have lunch with me and Val later? We’ve got the big meeting with the mayor just before noon, so we figured we could take a break and have some lunch together. Wanna join?” 

Thomas sipped his coffee, letting the question simmer in his mind. “Oh, uh, yeah, sure!” 

“Can I come?” The incredibly beautiful British accent of Yanisha Kumar echoed through the air. 

The beautiful Indian-Brit slunk around her boyfriend and pressed a kiss to his cheek. She was wearing one of his shirts, which was big enough to reach beneath her bum and made her long legs look even longer. Next to Yanisha, Charlotte was but a blob, but she had managed to get over her insecurities the more she got to know Yanisha. 

“Yes! Please, join us,” Charlotte affirmed as she tucked his shirt in her pants. “I’ll see you both later then.” She kissed both of them on the cheek, took a gulp of Thomas’ coffee and then grabbed her stuff to leave the apartment. 

“Good luck on the big meeting, Lot!” Yanisha called after her whilst Thomas simply yelled out a “bye!”. 

As Charlotte moved through the hotel on her morning walk-through, she ran all the things that she wanted to talk about during the meeting with the mayor through her head. There was so much she had to be thinking about. Nothing could make her stray from the boost of confidence she was on to tackle the mayor down and get what she needed for the hotel. 

“Jeez,” Val complained when Charlotte walked into the back offices. The young receptionist was vacuuming the carpeted floor around their desks. “I suck dick better than this piece of shit.” 

The thirty-something general manager chuckled. “You don’t suck dick, Val.” 

She stopped her vacuum-cleaning and looked up. “Exactly my point.”

“You’re a menace to society, my darling.” Charlotte took a seat at her desk and sighed. “Can you go and check on Joy and Tinashe? One of them needed more rose petals.” 

Valencia hummed as she straightened out her skirt before heading off to check up on the housekeeping team. With a sigh, Charlotte started rummaging through her files and wrote down all of the bullet points that had rushed through her head during her walk-through.  

“Lottie…” 

Charlotte looked up from her paperwork at Val and her heart shot up to her throat. The look on her face didn’t predict much good. In fact, it was the same look she had given her a little over a week ago when one of the guests didn’t check out on time and they were met with the most horrifying scene of their career. 

“No,” Charlotte mumbled and got up before grabbing Val’s hand, allowing the receptionist to guide her towards the room in question. “304, again?” She whispered as she took out her keycard to open the door. 

Neither of them stepped inside, but Charlotte did lean in to slide her card into the slot for electricity, her hands shaking as she did so. The lights in the room flickered on, revealing the one thing both women were so afraid of. 

“Val, honey… Go downstairs and call 911…” She whispered, not taking her eyes off the man on the bed. Splatters of blood decorated the walls and furniture around. From where she stood, the man was stabbed to death, multiple times before his throat was slashed. 

It was the second time she had seen something like this, though nothing could ever prepare you for how horrifying it is. 

It made her wonder how anyone in law enforcement could possibly do it. 

“We’re going to Hartford, Connecticut,” JJ started the briefing, showing the crime scene photos of the hotel room. “It’s the second murder in the same hotel in two weeks.”

Ignoring the little flip of his heart at the mention of the city, Spencer dove straight into the case file. “Stab wounds and a sliced throat, that’s overkill. Was the previous MO the same?” 

“No. The first time, the victim died from asphyxiation,” JJ informed. 

Emily’s brows furrowed. “Then how do we even know it’s the same UnSub?” 

“It happened in the same exact room, room 304 and he left this behind…” JJ showed a close-up of the shreds of paper scattered around the body and room. “Paper shreds around the body, all seemingly with the same handwriting.” 

Hotch nodded his head whilst gathering the files in the folder and scraping his chair back. “He’s accelerating. We’ll debrief further on the plane. Wheels up in ten.” 

“Hey,” Morgan started when the team filed into the jet. Spencer and Derek sat down opposite each other. “Doesn’t Charlotte live in Hartford?” he asked with a half-teasing smirk on his face. 

“Who’s Charlotte?” Emily queried, interested in any and all workplace gossip. 

Chuckling, Derek turned to his female coworkers, wanting them in on what he and Penelope had found out for Spencer. “She's Spencer’s high school crush.” 

“Oh,” JJ tried to bite back a smirk. The boy next to her was blushing furiously. “Weren’t you like twelve in high school?” 

Spencer hummed. “Yes, I was,” he simply answered, not giving any details. 

“How old does that make her?” Emily asked, furrowing her eyebrows in thought. 

“Thirty-three,” Penelope responded as she pushed through the aisle with her luggage. “She was born on January twentieth, 1976, which makes her four years older than our dear Reid and a Capricorn.” 

Derek’s brows furrowed as he shot up to help her put her luggage in the overhead compartment. “What are you doing here?” he asked. 

“Hotch asked me to come,” she replied, nodding towards Hotch and Rossi, who had just boarded the plane. “Said I could do my sleuthing there with the security cameras and everything.” 

“Can we focus on the case instead of Spencer’s high school crushes?” Hotch ordered, though he couldn’t hide the proud smile on his face. He knew something Spencer did not know yet and he wasn’t going to say anything before Spencer could find out himself. 

For a good hour and a half, the team bounced theories off each other, based on the facts they had, until they landed in Hartford, Connecticut. Hotch had told them they were all going to set up at the hotel where it had happened as the general manager had told them they were allowed to set up shop in the meeting room, just so they could be close to the crime scene. 

The team entered the hotel, looking around and taking everything in so they wouldn’t miss any details that could come in handy later. The only detail Spencer did miss was the young general manager walking up to them and shaking JJ’s hand. 

“Hi, I’m Jennifer Jareau, we spoke on the phone,” JJ introduced herself. 

“I’m Charlotte Morris, general manager.” 

As the words rolled off her lips, Spencer’s head snapped up and when his eyes landed on her, his world started spinning. There she was. Although her hair had grown longer and the pink was all gone, it was still her. The same girl from seventeen years ago was still very visible through her kind smile and her worry-filled eyes. 

Then, their eyes locked and for a second, Spencer thought he was going to black out. 

He watched all of it begin again.

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[lexinympho]

Ultimatum

[slightly suggestive, MDNI]

ex!Geto Suguru x gn!reader, oc x gn!reader

Summary: Meeting someone new should've been enough, the guy was everything you'd want in a man, and you figured things could last with him. Until his best friend, one who's never been anything more than civil towards you, suddenly wants to talk.

WC: 2.6k

Tags/Warnings: college au, angst, cheating, blackmail, slightly suggestive (nondescript mention of after sex moments), past toxic relationship (not in detail), original characters

A/N: The longer this got, the worse it got, and now it kinda sucks lol. I also just took forever trying to decide who this should be about because I originally wrote the concept without any specific details. Enjoy💀

"Hey."

You're halted halfway to your dorm room at the sound of Mai, your boyfriend's closest friend, speaking to you from behind. Her tone felt dry and cold, much like a desert at the dead of night, but her expression truly embodied such a description when you turned to meet her eyes.

"We need to talk," she said as she walked ahead to your room without so much as a glance towards you.

A slow rolling cloud of unease crept into the hall at those words as you follow her. It's one thing to imagine hearing them from Ryo because they'd likely induce an intense feeling of dread over what exactly needs to be spoken about. But he's nice, he rarely ever loses his temper with you and is caring in a way one could only dream of experiencing. He likes you.

Mai, however, has never liked you from the beginning. She does an annoyingly good job of hiding her distaste when your lover comes around the corner, but you've managed to hear a few hushed spats between them about why he's with you, her reasoning being that he hadn't known you long enough to jump the gun. That's sound knowledge coming from her, and parts of yourself agree with her, because you really hadn't known Ryo for long outside of a few weeks of shared classes before he asked you out. You want to believe she's just being concerned for him like she says she is instead of being a possessive childhood friend who was late to confess.

Her deciding to corner you in your safe haven from the harrowing days of college life tells you you're about to find out.

You let her in and close the door behind you and turning to see her stiffly standing in the middle of the room, not bothering to look around or even sit.

I'm so glad I don't have a roommate.

Your internal relief is short-lived when she utters three words you never imagined hearing from her, "You need to break up with Ryo."

Why?

Your brain worked for nearly a minute, trying to forage for a response to her request as you unceremoniously drop your back in your desk chair, but you're too stunned to say anything more than what's running through your mind, "Why?"

A humorless scoff escapes her as she places her hands on her hips, "You're seriously asking that?"

The situation went from mildly awkward and unsettling to offensive in the way she demands you to dump him. The one guy you genuinely feel happy around in spite of things, the one guy who wanted to put your heart back together without ulterior motives lurking in the background.

The one guy you wanted to fall in love with.

Shock melts into annoyance when you answer, "Of course I'm asking that. Why does us dating bother you so much? It's not like I mistreat him, and there's nothing bad going on between us. You always say you seem him as nothing more than a friend, but you-"

"I genuinely don't like him like that, but I don't care if you believe me."

"Then why are you telling me to break up with him? What's your problem with me?" You keep your voice level to avoid drawing attention to your room, the last thing you want to happen is for eavesdroppers to listen in on something that doesn't involve them.

"You're still with Geto, that's my problem with you," she spat out in disgust.

The immediate pick up of your pulse has you grasping at the end of your shirt while you attempt to calm the numbing pricks of anxiety dancing across your skin. You don't give yourself time to dwell on the fact that she's one of the few people who knew you used to date him. "We broke up a while ago, what are you talking about?"

"It sure doesn't seem like it." Mai slid her phone out of her pocket and began searching for something.

You had to pause at that to fully comprehend what she's insinuating, and your lack of response let her continue.

"I wondered who you could possibly be visiting and spending the night with as often as you do." She went on while opening her messages, "You only have so many friends, at least that's what Ryo tells me, so it never made sense to me how often you'd cancel on him or bail."

You finally try to speak with a tongue weighed down by lead, "I'm just trying to take things slow and-"

Mai keeps going as she ignores you, "And then you wouldn't always tell him what friend in particular you'd be with."

"I-I didn't-"

"Your own friends couldn't tell him where you're at either."

"We're not dating anymore!"

"Then what the hell is this!?" She aggressively shoves her phone in your face with the intent of making you see the source of her livid state.

You could do nothing but drop your shoulders in extreme guilt as you take in the image she's showing you. It was taken from afar, the time of day being close to nighttime, but there's just enough light from the setting sun coming through the hall window to decipher who's in the image.

You and Suguru, messy hair and lips locked as he's rushing to open the door to his dorm room.

The clothes you're wearing tells you this was just 3 days ago.

"Where did you..." You couldn't finish your question, feeling sick to your stomach from how twisted up your insides suddenly are. You want to sit and let the heaviness of your sin eat away at you as your legs begin to weaken, but you know she wouldn't dare let you relax for even a second.

"Do you honestly think that matters more than the fact that you're stringing along my own friend!?"

"I'm not stringing him along!" You yell at her after pushing her hand down from your vision, very much on edge and unable to contain yourself.

"Bullshit! If you were just gonna go running back to Geto, you never should've agreed to date Ryo. I can't believe you!" She says as she vehemently shoves the device back in her pocket.

You can't believe yourself either. You never pegged yourself to be the type of person who'd stoop this low, who'd do something as distasteful as this behind everyone's backs. But you should've at least predicted something when looking at the history between you and Suguru. He's your first everything, had been your only one for the longest, so your ever present attachment to him wasn't surprising. What was surprising is how often you found yourself back in his arms after vowing to yourself that you were done rolling over for him, that you were through turning the other cheek everytime he screwed up.

You had valid reasons for leaving him, but something inside of you never moved an inch away for all of your attempts. The simplest of texts for a quickie had you floating back to him with little to no fight being put up. You often texted each other like nothing ever changed, you still found yourself sending nudes, and you both snuck around each other without anyone noticing.

Well, that's what you thought.

You feel humiliated as the urge to cry hits you like a truck, and you rush to hide your face before looking down in disgrace.

"Don't tell me you're actually getting upset now like you haven't been doing this for months," Mai speaks with a voice coated in malice.

Months.

Had she really known? That far back? Is that why she treated you like this?

"...Please don't tell him," you pathetically whimper as you look up to her merciless look of disappointment. Ryo doesn't deserve the feeling of finding out you're being cheated on, logic that sounds odd but makes complete sense to you. He's a good man, he doesn't have to be hit with something as devastating as this.

"Are you kidding me?" She speaks in disbelief, "You weren't planning to tell him this whole time, so why shouldn't I do it now? Or would you rather do it yourself?"

You really don't want to. But he'd likely feel betrayed hearing about this from someone else before hearing it from you.

The disoriented expression you wear pulls an irritated sigh out of Mai, "Look, I'm just done seeing him put his all into a relationship you aren't even part of. You're wasting his time and treating him so unfairly. I don't know what you want and I quite frankly couldn't care less if you actually tell him. I just can't stand the idea of someone like you dating him."

The tears burning your eyes dive from your lashes as you scowl to the side.

Not wanting to stick around any longer than preferred, Mai walks around you to exit the room, only to pause and speak over her shoulder one last time, "I'm serious. If you don't break up with Ryo before this week is over with, I'm telling him."

You don't make a sound until after the door has closed and her footsteps become inaudible. "Fuck...fuck..." you whisper through your sobs.

That's not what you envisioned happening today, but it just did. Even though you've only known Mai for 5 months at most, you know her well enough to not take her words lightly.

Letting go of Ryo is easier said then done however.

I broke up with Suguru for a reason, you repeatedly tell yourself in your mind while drying your eyes after many minutes of crying. The arguments weren't worth it, it never felt like he wanted to be with you anymore, neither of you could talk things out without taking it in a more physical direction that left you sweaty and half satisfied.

You feel healthier with Ryo, less stressed and more appreciated. You don't lie to everyone when you say you're happy with him and you aren't covering up any behind-the-scenes drama. You aren't left on read, you aren't neglected, and you always feel cared for.

So why does that old flame always appear when you think you're finally done with him? Suguru somehow ended up in one of your classes half a year after the break up, something he swore up and down was just a coincidence (his narrow eyes made it hard to believe). His presence was hard to ignore at the party, especially when he cornered you in one of the unoccupied rooms of whoever's home that was. The tense conversation (borderline argument) that transpired was possibly the most vulnerable he'd been with you in a long time. The kiss and what followed after explained what people mean when they say the guilt is nowhere in sight until the pleasure is gone and the clarity comes back. You remember how terribly you felt that morning as you made up an excuse for why you didn't meet Ryo back at his dorm last night.

You couldn't even blame the alcohol. You never fully stopped thinking of Suguru's smirks, be it the soft ones or the hot ones, and you still had a few of his clothes in your wardrobe from when he refused to pick them up. You never stopped remembering his scent and how much it would placate you when you weren't doing well. You never stopped imagining how his long hair felt between your fingers when he went down on you, or how majestic he always appeared after sex.

He never left your mind, his being entirely interwoven with yours.

All the doubts and inhibitions you'd built up crashed down and never quite returned after that, or rather, they never got the chance to with how easy Suguru made it to ignore the consequences. Your panic during the first incident was effortlessly swept away with words coated in a gentleness only he could reel you in with. The way he held you was a sensation you didn't know you craved so badly until your emotions spilled over into you kissing him, an action that wasn't fueled by the lust you felt last night. You missed him, and he promised he missed you just as much when he kissed your tears away.

You forced yourself to pull a 180 after that, well aware that one night of good sex isn't enough to mend things. He didn't listen though, too stubborn for his own good. Even Gojo, his best friend and someone who you were close friends with up until the breakup, told you Suguru's still crazy for you.

It didn't matter how much you told him each time was the last, that this isn't healthy for either of you, because he knew better.

You knew better.

A vibration in your hip calls your attention.

Speak of the devil.

You still wonder what invisible force prevented you from ever blocking him, let alone deleting his number. You're mentally drained but still pull your phone out to read the text he sent.

<manwhore💢>: u out of class yet bae?

Funny how there was a point when he'd rarely text you, but he now has a plethora of texts blowing your phone up at any minute of the day.

You stop yourself from nearly typing out a response along the lines of an invitation, an action you blame on some weird pavlovian conditioning he put you through instead of the potentially lingering feelings you swore disappeared a while ago. A text from Ryo, your actual boyfriend, interrupts your thoughts.

<💕loml💕>: where do you wanna go for lunch today?

...Lunch. It's noon. Mai confronted you when you left your last class. In the morning. You've been sitting here for an hour.

The lack of productivity hardly phases you now, the dread of what's to come replacing any and all priorities your mind previously had. You continue to sit on the floor without having responded to either of them, trying but failing to see any light at the end of the tunnel with the imminent threat of Mai speaking up. Just because you're still seeing Suguru doesn't mean you're willing to actually get back with him. Sure he's talking more and wanting to see you, a stark contrast compared to the final days of your relationship, but he's still shitty. No amount of endearing pet names and post-sex cuddles can erase what's been said and done.

And as you keep reminding yourself of everyday, Ryo was there for you far more than he was. He's stable and far more favorable, less possessive too. But you can't help wondering if you're merely accepting things as they are, or if you think you can genuinely move on with him. You like how things are, well, you're content with how things are with him and you hoped bringing him into the picture would be what you needed to let go of Suguru, to put an end to sneaking around with someone you can never say you love with certainty. It clearly wasn't enough.

You feel as though you're drowning in a pool of constant uncertainties, your chest pained by the short breaths of air you can barely take before you're overtaken by the deep end. Like an addict seeking relief from their concerns, you go back to answering Suguru, completely ignoring the bigger issue as you stand up with the intention of meeting up with him.

<you>: yeah, i'm coming over. and stop calling me that🙄

<manwhore💢>: we literally fucked like 2 nights ago, what do you expect me to call you🤨

You're so absorbed in his response that you almost forget to text Ryo back, an instance you refuse to acknowledge as you get to typing.

<you>: sorry, I already agreed to eat with one of my friends😣but we'll definitely go out tomorrow, love you😚

You think back to Mai's words as you traverse the halls and remember her telling you to do something before the week is over with. It's currently Thursday, meaning you have 2 days to come clean before she tells Ryo the truth.

How am I gonna deal with this...

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#«lexi's writing» #jujutsu kaisen x reader #geto x reader #geto suguru x reader #jjk x reader #getou suguru x you #getou x y/n #jjk x you

[strictpleasure]

Easy, Uneasy

My ex-girlfriend, Emily, had been offered a job abroad. She loved the city she was living in and hated to leave her friends behind. She asked me if I could move with her so that she would not feel lonely and we could face the hardships together. We would set up the flat together.

I was initially excited about the idea of living with Emily, but as we talked more and more, she let me know that she has no romantic interest in me, and will still be seeing other men. Even though I had real feelings for her, to Emily I was nothing more than a close pal to split the rent and life with.

After some careful consideration, I decided to accept her offer and become her platonic roommate. We found an amazing apartment close to the city centre with lots of natural light, and plenty of space for both of us. We bought matching furniture for our living room and bedroom, got a little plant each for our desks, and made sure the kitchen had all the necessary appliances.

We put a few specific guidelines in place. Emily was allowed to bring home friends and dates, but I promised to keep my own visitors to a minimum - ideally zero. I wanted her to be able to experience the joys of dating without being constantly reminded of me. It made me happy to see her looking for excitement and pleasure in her life.

We soon got comfortable with living together and began to truly appreciate each other's company. We would cook dinner together, go out for drinks on weekends, and watch Netflix when we felt like being lazy. We even went on day trips around the city together, exploring all its hidden gems.

Our friendly relationship blossomed and grew deeper with time. As we started living together, we grew closer and decided to hang out outside of our house too. She found liberation in sharing about all the guys she was interested in, and I listened carefully, giving my opinion so that she could find the perfect companion.

We both developed an appreciation for one another's interests - Emily helped me practice my photography skills by posing in various locations while I taught her how to properly take care of our indoor plants. She was using the photos on her social media to attract more interest. I was trying to make the best pictures of her.

After months of living together, Emily finally found her perfect companion and we celebrated their first date. We had a quiet dinner at a small Italian restaurant in the city centre, where I was glad to see just how happy she was with him. As they walked away holding hands, I felt content knowing that even though I wasn't her love interest, I could still be there for her during this journey of self-discovery. Her new boyfriend complimented me for being a good friend and an understanding roommate.

Living with Emily and her new boyfriend Mike had become a unique and beautiful experience. Mike came over for dinner or drinks, the atmosphere changed completely. His cheerful presence filled the house with joy and laughter - something that was sorely missing before. I loved how his enthusiasm for life pushed Emily to try new things and take risks she wouldn't have taken otherwise.

On their regular visits, Emily and Mike would stay up late talking about their days while I watched from the sidelines with a smile on my face. Even though it was still strange being around someone else besides her in our home, I felt content knowing that we were all sharing this special moment together. Watching them talk and laugh made me feel like I was part of something bigger - like a family. It also reaffirmed my decision to move in with Emily and share this amazing journey with her every step of the way! As our cozy home started to really come alive, I decided to take it upon myself to make sure that it stayed in pristine condition for our guests. I took care of the regular chores like cleaning up after meals, changing bedsheets, and tidying up the living room daily. On special occasions when we knew Mike was coming over, I'd go a step further by cooking a nice dinner or baking some homemade treats for us all to enjoy. It made me happy to see them smiling as they ate my creations - even if it meant spending hours on end slaving away in the kitchen!

As time went on, it became clear that there was something special between them. They started seeing each other exclusively and soon enough, Mike moved in with us. We welcomed him with open arms and were glad to have another person share the rent and the joys of living together.

We all worked hard to adjust to our new living arrangements - Emily spent a lot of time helping Mike settle in while I made sure both of them had everything they needed. We have been living together ever since, and I am glad that even though we are not romantically involved, our friendship is still as strong as it was when we first met. We continue to share meals, laughter and conversations about our days. In the end, I'm thankful for her offer to move in with her - it allowed us both to experience a unique kind of companionship that neither of us would've experienced otherwise.

But there was on thing. Mike was uneasy about his girlfriend living with a male. He suggested that I showcase my more feminine tendencies and dress as a woman rather than a man. In this manner, he would be the only masculine figure in the flat, feeling secure in his power. I agreed to the idea, mentioning that I had already worn women's clothing before.

Mike enjoyed making me wear women clothing at home. It was like living in a bordello. Mike, now the husband of the house and Emily his wife, ordered me around all day long, as if I were his maid. He used to tell on me if I wasn't wearing my lipstick or if I didn't fluff the pillows at bedtime. Just thinking about it made me shudder.

But as time went on, I found myself enjoying the idea of dressing up in women's clothing more and more. I loved the feeling of the silk stockings against my skin and the way the dresses hugged my curves. It was like a secret escape from my mundane life - a way to express myself in a way that I couldn't before.

Mike began to take an intense interest in my clothing and appearance, and started to buy me all sorts of outfits. He would take me out shopping for new dresses and lingerie, his eyes dancing with delight at the thought of seeing me in the garments he had chosen. Though I was initially hesitant, I soon let myself be guided by Mike's tastes, eagerly trying on whatever he picked out for me and watching as his face lit up with pleasure when I did.

It quickly became clear that my wardrobe wasn't just about clothes - it was about control. Mike started to order me around like a servant, demanding that I wear women's attire while performing housework for him and Emily. I would cook them breakfast while wearing frilly lace aprons and pour their afternoon teas into delicate china cups. They would sit at the table, praising me for fulfilling their wishes so perfectly. Although it felt strange at first, being told what to do without question, there was a certain sense of relief in not having to think or make choices for myself. Serving Mike gave me an odd sense of fulfillment. Mike started to be more dominant with me

, taking charge of not just my clothing but my entire being. He would assign me tasks that were demeaning and sometimes even painful, but I found myself becoming addicted to the feeling of submission. His touch was rough and possessive, as he explored my body with his hands and mouth, making me gasp and writhe with pleasure.

I had never experienced anything like this before, but the thrill of it all was too much to resist. Mike became my everything - my master, my lover, my tormentor. I was completely under his spell.

I was losing myself in his control, becoming a puppet to his every whim.

Mike was pushing my limits and testing my boundaries. I found myself wanting more - more of his commands, more of his attention, more of his touch. And he was more than willing to give it to me.

One evening, as Emily was away on business, Mike led me up to the bedroom and ordered me to undress. He watched with a predatory look in his eyes as I stripped down to nothing, leaving me feeling exposed and vulnerable. But I couldn't deny the thrill that coursed through my body - the anticipation of what was to come.

Mike pulled out a box from under the bed, filled with all sorts of toys and restraints. He took out a pair of handcuffs and fastened them around my wrists, securing them to the headboard. I was his prisoner now, at his mercy.

He began to explore my body with his hands, touching me in ways that made me moan with pleasure. I had never felt so alive, so wanted, so owned.

#polyamory #polyamorous #poly

[long-hot-stories]

She’s Too Proud of Me: Part 3

 Sorority Sister

In 8 parts, By Dragon Lair Reads. Listen to the Podcast at Explicit Novels.

Liv looked up suddenly but too late. A girl had opened the door and walked in staring at Liv in the compromising position. Liv squeezed her legs together and covered her chest reflexively, cum squeezed down her leg and dripped onto the floor.

The girl surveyed the scene, clearly noticing everything and her face flushed. "Oh, sorry! Sorry!" She said averting her eyes and looking away, "I'll come back!"

She hurried back to the door, Liv yelling after her, "Just give me five minutes! Sorry!"

Liv, embarrassed began wiping herself off with a towel before handing it to me and collecting her clothes and hurriedly putting them back on. I dried myself off and tried to wipe up the floor before dressing myself.

Once dressed she raked her fingers through her hair and went out to the common area and called her roommate back, "Amy come back, I'm sorry!"

I was left alone for several minutes and finally heard two voices coming back in. The girl who had interrupted us was Liv's roommate Amy. I had been told that Amy was half South American and half East Asian but could never remember from where. I'd only met her a few times.

Amy was extremely gorgeous. She had thick black hair that sort of tumbled in big waves and loops across her shoulders and she had the olive complexion and silk-smooth skin that came with her heraldry. Her eyes made crescents when she smiled and damn if she didn't have the perfect sorority girl body: A dainty build with C's and sultry hips that swing when she walks. I've always thought she was extremely hot but given recent events I'd never tell Liv that.

They came in as Liv tried to explain away the illicit moment she had walked in on. "It's just been almost a week since either of us had any time to ourselves and we got a little carried away." I heard Liv say.

"It's totally fine," Amy replied with her lower, full voice. "If college isn't for doing gross things with your boyfriend then I don't know why anyone would go." She walked in and stopped, "Sorry, fiancé!"

Amy walked in and we made eye contact, I looked away suddenly feeling very ashamed. She laughed at me, "Don't worry about it, at least when I walk in on you two, you're not fighting over accidentally finishing in her."

Liv laughed, "I don't mean to overshare, but it wasn't accidental."

Amy smirked and raised an eyebrow looking at me. "Good for you. Any post nut clarity?"

I scratched my head awkwardly, "No, we've been doing it our whole relationship. But can we change the topic?"

She rolled her eyes and flipped hair over her shoulder, "Whatever, I couldn't get a guy to nut in me to save my life. And when they do, they spend weeks texting me about it. Like, dude, pills work man relax."

Liv looked at me and then back to Amy, putting her hands in her back pocket. "You just have to find the right one. He's wonderful to me;  in and out of bed."

I touched her leg, "Do you want to get something to eat?"

"Yes!" Liv blurted, "I'm starving."

"Chinese?" I added.

"Let's do it." She said grabbing her purse. She looked at Amy, "Want to come with us?"

Amy pushed her black framed glasses up her nose, "No, I should study."

"Your loss." She shrugged and looked at me, "That #13 Lo Mein is calling my name."

"That could be a song," I said as we left.

Liv and I had a blast catching up. We commiserated for nearly two hours over the nearly abusive amount of work that had been dumped on us before reviewing game trailers thinking up weekend activities.

We got back after dark and Amy was diligently studying at her desk. She had changed out of her jeans and chambray blouse into a t-shirt and athletic shorts and had her legs crossed in her chair. She greeted us when we came in and Liv and I spent the rest of the night going over the last of what she had due in the morning.

Come bedtime I got up to leave, but Liv tugged at my shirt, "Stay here tonight. You can use the shower here and everything. Just lock the door first." I gave it a lot of thought. I don't sleep well sharing a twin bed and really who does? But it was a decent walk back to my own room and Liv's was much nicer than the dorm.

"Alright. But if I'm staying, I'm going to shower now."

"Yes!" She said doing an arm pump. "I'll go after you. We don't need to alarm Amy any more than we already have."

I always forget how much nicer the Sorority House showers are than dorm ones, so I always take a little extra time in it. Liv's shower of course took forever, and I laid on her bed in my shirt and boxers waiting.

Liv came prancing back into the room in her sky-blue robe and cuddled up next to me, her hair in cold, wet, strings. Shortly thereafter we bedded down under the covers and I passed out. I should have known that sleep wouldn't last. It rarely does when I stay the night with her.

I slowly rose out of sleep. It must have been very early morning because I felt a raging nocturnal erection, a common cause of Liv not wanting to sleep, and could feel her rubbing on it. I was aching at the feeling of her cheeks rocking up and down on me and reached under the covers to feel her ass. My fingers found bare skin and I groped it as sleep quickly faded.

The mattress shook as she rolled over feeling my tented boxers and I let my eyes drift open. Liv does not wear glasses and Liv hadn't worn a t-shirt to bed. I had been feeling the ass of her roommate Amy who was laying where Liv had been when I fell asleep. My first thought was, 'not this again.' I knew that look earlier was trouble.

She smiled brightly when she saw me wake up and put a finger to her lips. "Shushh."

"What are you doing?" I hissed.

"Liv couldn't sleep, and she has a big day tomorrow, so when I couldn't sleep either she offered to um;  trade beds." She looked over at her bed, and so did I. Liv was wrapped up in Amy's big comforter, knocked out like a kitten in the afternoon. "She said you'd done this before and promised you'd help me;  get to sleep." She whispered choosing her words carefully.

"Liv told you that?" I asked, trying to focus on the sweet smile and glasses, rather than what the fingers attached to them were doing.

Amy giggled, "Mmhmm, she said just a little while in bed with you and I'd fall right off to sleep." She ran her finger over the underside of my shaft, and it flexed against her hand.

I looked over at Liv whose back was to us, but Amy pulled my face back to her, "Nuh uh, she's already asleep." She leaned in and kissed me. Her full lips embraced mine and her tongue spiraled in my mouth playfully. She held my face gently, inching closer until my tip was resting on her stomach.

She pulled out of the kiss and I glanced back at Liv who hadn't moved. I looked at Amy, "I've only done this once actually, and Liv was pretty consistently egging me on the whole time."

Amy laughed in her throat and pulled me into another kiss, reaching into my boxers and stroking my bare shaft as she did. We kissed intimately as she pumped me for several more moments and pulled away. "I'm not homewrecking; " She paused looking at me, "But it is more fun to pretend I am;  now come on, rock me to sleep."

She pushed me onto my back and sat up, tugging the tight shirt off her body and exposing her breasts. They were paler than the rest of her with bikini tan lines and little brown nipples. They swayed as she tossed the shirt onto the foot of the bed.

She kicked the blanket away from us and swung her leg over me. Straddled, she leaned over, hanging her tits in my face teasingly, "Let me be your little Asian secret." She whispered. I sat up and took a nipple in my mouth. She was surprised and gasped. Her hips started to rock as I sucked and nibbled it. She panted and made sounds as I played with one breast then the other.

I reached my hand between her legs so her clit was rubbing my finger tip as she squirmed uncontrollably while I sucked her breasts. She moaned softly, "Oh my god;  fuck;  hnnn; " She grabbed my hair and gripped it until my mouth pulled back.

I put my hand on her side and rolled her onto her back, letting my fingers trace down between her breasts, over her smooth bronze skin and into her red thong where I rubbed her bare lips and clit which were iced with thick, viscous, fluid. She moaned and panted, her body losing control as I played with her cunt. She pulled my face into a noisy kiss that got louder when I slid my finger into her.

"Can I tell you a secret?" I whispered. She nodded, covering her mouth.

"Of all of Liv's friends she could have swapped beds with, you're the one I wondered about the most."

She smiled through a moan "I may use you until morning." She panted and grabbed my wrist. "Roll over I want to ride you."

I wagged a finger at her, "Not a chance, you woke me up and now I want to have fun."

She giggled as I pulled the thin red lace down her long, firm legs and off her ankles, "Does Liv know you're a philanderer?"

She opened her legs, heels on the bed and exposed her sticky, brown, cunt. "I'm not; " I gave her clit a teasing lick with the point of my tongue, "I mean, I wasn't; " I stammered pressing my tongue against her cunt desperate for another taste. She moaned and grabbed the sheets lifting her hips to push against my mouth.

I felt precum drip off my tip as I started to eat and lap at the cunt of the luscious, dark haired girl who rolled her firm body crying and whimpering as I eagerly gnawed with lips and tongue at the tart glaze across her folds.

"Umm fuck; " She moaned grabbing her breast and squeezing it.

I pushed a finger into her cunt and she bit her lip and moaned as lowly as she could. I flicked my tongue up and down the hood of her clit quickly and she gripped my hair with one hand and the pillow with the other gritting her teeth.

"Oh fuuck; " Her flat stomach flexed and tossed her hips against my face, her eyes were squeezed shut and she draped her legs over my shoulders. I fingered her steadily, curling my finger into her slick cunt and dragged my flat tongue across her cunt.

Suddenly she groaned and clenched her legs around my head, "Oh shit I'm gonna cum; "

She groaned again, throwing her head back and gripping my head with her legs which shook. Her hips bucked against my mouth, smearing it with everything my finger had pulled out as her hands yanked on my hair.

Her legs leg go and dropped onto the bed and she panted for breath, raking hair from her face. "Holy shit,"

"Feeling sleepy yet?" I asked smirking.

She chuckled, "Not on your life, you haven't rocked me yet."

She sat up and put her hands on my face kissing me. She tried her best to clean all of herself off my lips with her own before pulling away and smiling. "Now lay down."

I did, laying on my back and she threw a tan leg over me and straddled, letting her cunt graze gently along my shaft. She let her cunt rest on me and dragged it up and down across me letting the wet folds stroke under the tip. Her big dark eyes watched me react to the sensations as I drank in the sight of her tight body and full breasts.

"Umm, it's been so long since I've felt bare cock." She stroked me with her hips and made sounds in her throat. She chuckled as she watched me. I was trying not to make noise as she taunted my cock with her hips.

I grabbed her ass and squeezed it, she whimpered. She lifted off me and flared her hips. She reached back and grabbed my slick cock angling it at her opening and eased back. I felt my tip push through her, and she covered her mouth to mute a hard moan. Her whole body reacted as my cock slid in. I watched her stomach and legs flex and her chest rise and fall. Her face twisted into pleasured discomfort and her mouth hung open.

Her hips met mine and she started to rock, stroking my hips quickly and moaning as softly as she could. Her head hung and she put a hand on my chest as she stroked me with her body, her tits shaking and swaying above me as she did.

She fucked aggressively, the strokes of her hips bringing wet smacks from her cunt. She was grunting, groaning, and crying, trying to keep the sounds in her chest as her little brown body thrashed on top of me.

"Spank me," She panted.

I smacked her ass trying to keep the sound quiet.

"Harder!" She snapped.

"What if Liv wakes up?" I gasped back.

"I don't fucking care, just hit me;  fuck!" She groaned.

I slapped her harder and she cried with approval, losing control of her volume.

"Hit me again," She barked through her strained voice. I did, even harder and she yelled through gritted teeth, "Fuck yes, put handprints on my fucking ass."

Her face was flushed and sweating as she fucked me, bordering on being out of control. Her hair had been whipped into a frayed, black, mess, and her breasts had started to sparkle in the ambient light.

She bent over and grabbed my shoulders with both hands digging her nails deeply into my neck and howled through her teeth, her whole body quaking on top of me. I held the back of her neck and her ass as she shuddered through the climax and she sat up, heaving for breath.

"Oh fuck; " She whispered, "Two in one night; " She started laughing. "Umm I'm going to wear my cunt out on you tonight." She leaned over and started kissing me, still fighting for breath as her full lips met mine. She started to fuck again, whimpering into the kiss. She didn't rock for very long before I was grabbing her ass and hair started to groan.

As she fucked me closer and closer to bursting, she taunted me in her sultry voice, "Umm you're not going to beg for a condom are you? Or for me to let you out? I want to compare notes tomorrow about how it feels to have the same guy using our bodies and flooding them with cum."

She moaned into my face, "Umm fuck;  you feel so good when you're close."

I started to jerk and groan under her feeling my body lose control and she smiled through the contractions of her face in pleasure. "Fuck I want to feel it." She panted.

I groaned much louder than I wanted to, grabbing her hair and shoulder thrashing under her as my cock erupted shooting thick ropes of hot cum into her. She stroked with her hips milking my orgasm as cum jetted into her in long successive bursts until I went soft.

I let her go and she panted and giggled, "Umm;  now I'm warm inside." She laughed touching her flat stomach where she could feel it, "I think I could doze off pretty easily now."

She leaned over and kissed me gently for several minutes. My cock fell out of her and she slowly started to leak cum. I kissed her back, holding her ass until she leaned away, her soft breasts raising off my chest.

"I think it's my bedtime, now that I've thoroughly used you." She eased herself off the bed, obviously much more careful not to leak all over the bed and floor than Liv usually was. "I might need another round tomorrow. Maybe when Liv is trying to study."

"That's totally up to her." I said in a lazy fog.

"I wasn't going to get permission." She chirped. Amy winked at me and then shuffled off to the bathroom.

I intended to argue with her but passed out before she came back out.

I woke up the next morning to Liv shaking me awake, "Hey slut, get up."

I mumbled and rolled over fighting the prompts to wake up. "Hey get up, we have to get ready for class, idiot."

I gave a loud grunt of exhaustion and rolled onto my back opening my eyes. She was sitting on the bed next to me and smiling, the light filtering through her red hair. She gave me a playful smirk.

"Didn't sleep well?" She asked knowingly poking my shoulder.

"If at all," I replied, Liv giggled.

"She rode you like a carnival ride, didn't she?" Liv asked, her face pink.

"If I don't tell you she will I assume." I replied looking up at her brightly grinning face.

"Oh, she already did. She hasn't had consecutive orgasms in a week much less one night. But I want to hear it from you."

"As though you weren't awake listening the whole time?" I said smirking back at her.

Her face turned down, "Actually I slept through it all. Which is surprising because she isn't conservative in bed at all."

"Yeah, she was not interested in being quiet." I looked her over, "Gotta say I expected more time between our trip to your family's place and the next girl you threw at me."

She shrugged her slender shoulders, "I hadn't planned on doing anything anytime soon but when she complained about not being satisfied, I couldn't resist the thought of her going absolutely wild on you."

"Well, she did that." I confirmed.

"I can't wait to hear about it but if we don't go now you won't get to eat before class."

"Well, you may want to catch up with her because I'm pretty sure she's going to try and do it again."

She chuckled deviously and leaned over to kiss me, "You should know my friends are your friends. They don't need my permission to play with you." She said before her lips touched mine and we kissed for several, warm, moments. She pulled up and swatted my chest. "Now get up, the day is wasting away!"

She sat up from the bed and went to the bathroom to do her hair. I sighed and pulled the blanket away and collected my clothes. I dressed in what I'd come over in and peeked into the bathroom.

"I'm going to my dorm to change;  I'll see you later tonight maybe?"

She looked over at me, running a brush through her hair, "Yeah, probably. It's Friday, right?"

"Uhhh; " I stammered.

"It is. I'll see you tonight." I gave her a kiss and hurried off to my own room.

Back at my own room I changed quickly and headed off to class. During class I did my best not to be distracted by the fact that I hadn't slept through the night, or by thoughts of the busty girl who had turned me into a twin bed rodeo.

I sat through class, barely able to keep track of the lecture. My brain was spinning with Liv stoking my lust for her roommate, how much she seems to love me with other girls. Then I thought about her being turned on by me with other girls and before I knew it class ended, and I had to sit at a desk for a few minutes to calm down. I'm so dumb, how I ended up in engineering is beyond me.

The day went by like this from start to finish. When I went with Liv to her family's place, I hadn't been left with a lot of time on my own to think or fantasize and so by the day's end I was twisted up tighter than a sailor's knot. I texted Liv about the plan for the night and told her I wanted to shower and change. She said the plan was just to hang and I could just shower at the house.

Sounded good to me. I made my way there and let myself in. I hurried down the hall to Liv's room, I always feel uncomfortable, like I'm invading, when I go to the sorority house and so it's always a little relieving when I get to her door.

Liv was sitting cross-legged on the bed when I let myself in and hopped up to greet me. She gave me a long kiss and then pulled me into the room. "Umm hi."

"Hey," I said back, "Lemme just rinse off really quick and we can make a plan."

"There's already a plan but go ahead and shower and we'll catch you up." She said putting copper hair behind her ears.

"Great, I'll be quick." I said hurrying into the bathroom. I closed the door and took my shirt off tossing it on the granite counter before taking off shoes, socks, and undoing my belt and shorts. My boxers came off last and I had just stepped out of them when the door opened and Liv peeked her head in, "Are you naked?"

"I am now." I said confused.

"Good!" She said bursting into the bathroom and grabbing my hand. My previously school day fiancée was now as naked as the day she was born. Her slim, pale, body, tight ass and small breasts bouncing as she dragged me out of the bedroom.

She pulled me back into the room where I immediately understood what was happening. Amy was laying on Liv's bed, her lean, young, figure, reclined with one knee bent and every inch of her body bare and exposed.

Liv let my hand go and hurried to the bed, "Come play with us!" She said excitedly before jumping onto the bed. I walked over looking at the tan and pale naked girl sharing a twin. Amy was laying on her stomach and she laughed looking up at me with big brown eyes. She let them float down to my hardening shaft and smiled.

"He's my new favorite stress management." Amy cooed

"Was this your plan?" I asked Liv as Amy tickled my shaft with her fingertips until it stood straight up.

"We didn't like our original plan, so we;  improvised." She said moving red hair from her face. "Besides, like you aren't going to love this."

Liv had sat up and she leaned over between Amy's legs who parted them and flared her hips. Amy gasped and giggled as Liv started to lick her from behind. "Holy shit;  Umm fuck; " She panted.

"Watching my beautiful girlfriend play with another girl? What's not to love?" I said watching Amy's face tighten with pleasure, fighting laughs as her roommate ran a soft pink tongue over her cunt.

"Ah ha;  fuck;  Liv; " She moaned and giggled. My pale girlfriend's face was buried between her legs, one hand gripping her ass. Amy looked back at her and then up at me, "Think she can taste your leftovers from last night?"

Liv lifted her head and licked her lips, "No wonder you love doing this, it's so fun." Liv ran a finger through Amy's slick cunt and giggled at her moans and squirms.

"Your girlfriend is quite the carpet muncher." Amy panted before licking my shaft.

Liv looked up, "There's no carpet here." She giggled and slid her finger in. Amy moaned and grabbed the blanket. She raised up on her hands and knees and took me in her mouth eagerly.

She rocked her head back and forth sucking gently and letting her tongue slide along my shaft as she did. I could feel her moaning around my shaft. Liv had climbed to her knees and draped herself over Amy's backside, hungrily tonguing her cunt and fingering it.

I gently fucked her moaning mouth and she held still while I slid my shaft back and forth. I felt her tongue and her throat pulling on me as sounds filled her chest. I put my hands on her head and my fingers in her black hair.

Her moans got louder, and she struggled to keep her full lips closed around me as Liv quietly ate her roommates cunt from behind. Liv leaned up and looked at me across Amy's ass and back with a wet smile.

"Hey," She said playfully.

"Yeah?" I said breathlessly as Amy bobbed on my cock.

Suddenly Amy opened her mouth and hung her head moaning loudly and her shoulders shaking. "Oh fuck! Umm holy shit; " She swore.

I looked at Liv who gave me an evil look, "I'm in more of her holes than you are."

"Ah,ah ha;  Umm fuck oh fuck; " Amy groaned as Liv flexed her wrist. "She's fingering my asshole, fuck;  your girlfriend is fingering my asshole; " Amy panted and grabbed my cock with her hand trying to focus on stroking it as Liv overwhelmed her by fingering her ass.

I watched Amy struggle for control while Liv's fingers played in her asshole. Liv relented and pulled her hand away, leaning over to kiss the small of Amy's back before coming over to me. She climbed one knee on the bed and gave me a long hot kiss. I could taste the tartness of Amy's cunt all across her mouth and she seemed to relish sharing it with me.

She parted the kiss holding my neck and panting, "Thanks for letting me share her for a bit."

I smiled into the kiss, "She's your roommate," I replied.

"Umm but she's your plaything." Liv said back, running her finger over my tip which was slick with precum.

Amy sat up and gave us a look, "What are you two whispering about?"

Liv smiled at me and leaned away, "Just about how I can't wait to watch you make him groan and squirm and forcefully empty his cock wherever you want."

"Umm" Amy cooed, "I can't wait for that either."

She laid on her back, head on Liv's pillow and spread her legs, her brown cunt glossy with where Liv had teased her until she was messy. She waved me down, and I climbed onto the bed looking at her perfect, tan figure. The way her flat stomach teased her hips and trim legs down to her cute toes. Her breasts sat soft and round on her chest and the wet lips of her cunt were coated.

I leaned over and she wrapped her arms around my neck. I put the tip of my cock against her wet folds and pushed, slowly sliding into her. Her cunt gripped me as I slid in, I could feel her walls already pulsing as I reached my cock into her inch by inch.

She moaned, one hand grabbing her breast, the other grabbing the end of the mattress. I started to rock my hips jamming my cock into her. Her stomach flexed with pleasure and she moaned louder, her eyes squeezing closed and her ankles locking behind me.

Liv leaned in to egg me on, watching intently as I hammered Amy's tight cunt. "Fuck her until she screams, fill that bitch with cum." She said loudly.

I leaned over to Amy who held my neck, looking at me through weak eyes, "Want more handprints on your ass?" She smiled.

"Fuck yes," She panted.

I slid my cock out of her and she rolled over and climbed onto her hands and knees. Her legs were spread, and her ass was stuck out. She was looking back at me like a animal eager for breeding. I slid my cock back in and started pounding. She groaned and yelled, her tan body flexing and sweating as I hammered her cunt.

"Hit me!" She barked. I slapped her ass hard with a loud pop and I felt her cunt squeeze. "Again!" I spanked her again and she groaned, "Fuck yes!" She screamed.

I grabbed her hair and yanked back, she yelled and pulled against my grip. I aggressively kept her head pulled back as I plowed her. Her ass slapped against me and her cunt made audible smacking sounds. I shoved her face down into the blanket, hammering her cunt with my hand gripping her ass as I did.

Black eye liner was running down her cheeks from her watering eyes and my grip left red marks on her ass cheeks. I spanked her adding to the red spot. She wailed and cried gripping the blanket with both hands, her sleek, tan, body glistening with sweat.

"Fuck! Fuck yes, fuck me hard, fucking shit you're so rough. I'm gonna fucking cum!"

She buried her face into the mattress and moaned into it. I yanked hard on her hair and held her face up, keeping a tight fist so she couldn't pull away. She shrieked into the room her whole-body convulsing, her cunt clamped on my cock and her legs shaking.

She collapsed onto the bed, still twitching, panting, desperately for breath. I pulled my cock out of her puffy, used cunt. Liv was watching, pink in the face and she gave me a whimpering, moaning kiss. She pulled away stroking my slick cock.

"You have to cum in her, keep fucking her, you still have to cum." She whimpered almost pleading. She kissed my neck and whimpered, "Wear yourself out in my slutty roommate."

A breathless Amy looked back at us, laying prone on her stomach and propped up on her elbows. "Umm he can wear himself out wherever he wants." She wagged her hips.

"Does that mean; " I panted.

Liv laughed in my ear, "Umm fuck her little asshole."

Amy scooted down the bed and looked at Liv, patting the space in front of her. "Lay down roomie, I owe you."

Liv climbed onto the bed and leaned back against the headboard, spreading her pale legs exposing a cunt that had dripped and smeared across her thighs and trailed a thin string of clear fluid onto the sheets.

Amy scooted back up, so her head was in Liv's lap and started licking, using her hands to hold her ass open. Liv moaned loudly covering her mouth, her shoulders rocked forward as her stomach clenched, shaking her small breasts.

I watched my ginger fiancée have her cunt delicately licked by her gorgeous roommate as I ran my tip across Amy's slick folds before putting it against her brown asshole and pushing. Amy groaned and grabbed the bed with one hand.

Her asshole was very tight, and I worked it in slowly, just a few centimeters at a time, letting her own lubricant guide me in until I was slowly gliding deeper. She moaned and grabbed Liv's leg, digging her nails into the tight, pale, flesh.

I started moving in and out slowly, Amy trying to keep eating my leaking girlfriend as I fucked her ass gently. Liv's body rolled against Amy's tongue her skinny body losing control as the hot, soft, flesh tickled her.

"Your man has fucked all my holes." Amy whimpered helplessly as my cock stroked in and out of her ass. "Oh fuck;  he's had his cock in me every way possible." She leaned down and resumed eating Liv who moaned into her hand and held Amy's head, grabbing her hair.

Amy's asshole gripped me tightly as I slid in and out forcing moans from her chest. I held her ass cheek in my hand. She hung her head and groaned, digging her nails into Liv as I started to pump faster.

"Agh, oh fuck; FUCK!" She screamed and panted before plunging her tongue against Liv's dripping cunt. She licked and lapped at Liv who pushed her palm against her mouth and moaned, sliding down the headboard to push her cunt into Amy's lips. Both of their young bodies were shaking and sweating.

Liv suddenly screamed into her hand and started to quake. Her hand ripped away from her mouth and reached back grabbing the headboard letting her moan violently into the room. Her flat stomach clenched, her legs shook, and her face flushed red as orgasm thrashed her.

The firm grip of Amy's ass was making my cock swell and I was losing focus trying to stay steady. Amy noticed and spread her legs wider reaching back to hold her ass open. As she cried, her slutty body taking the force of my cock, she taunted Liv. "He's gonna cum in my asshole, ahhh mmnnn fuck, he's gonna cum in me."

I kept pounding until a groan roared from my chest and I felt my cock spasm in her gut. Hot cum blasted out in jet after jet, until it flooded her, and I could feel the heat on my slowly softening cock. I slid out and cum came out with me. Her asshole was puckered and coated with slick cum that pearled and oozed out dropping onto the bed.

I panted, cum still stringing out of my limp member onto the bed fighting for breath. Amy climbed onto her hands and started kissing Liv's red, heaving neck. "Your man kept looking at my ass, every time he came over. Now he's fucked it and filled it with cum. He sucked on my tits and let me ride him all night last night." She dragged her tongue across Liv's neck and nibbled her ear. "He's just a cheating stud, he'll fuck anyone. You're just his back up."

Liv whimpered as Amy mocked her and kissed her, finally pulling Amy into a soft, erotic kiss. I watched their tongues play and their lips tug for several moments. Amy leaned away as Liv put a hand on her breast and giggled, "Do I need birth control for my ass, it's filled to the brim."

Liv smiled back, "Let me know when you need a refill."

Amy smirked, "I know where to find him."

Amy raised to her knees and climbed off the bed looking at me, "thanks for all the; " She paused and stretched, "Umm screams," She winked at me, "Playboy." And then walked into the bathroom. I watched, trying not to admire the massive red mark on her ass.

Liv slung herself forward, catching my neck and pulling me onto the bed, our heads at the foot. She was looking me over with her brown eyes, bright copper hair hanging in her face. I moved it behind her ear, and she pulled herself against my chest.

"You are not my back up. This is always because it's what you want."

I felt her start laughing. "What?"

She kept laughing and looked up at me, "I love the idea of being the back up."

"Why?" I asked louder than I intended.

"It means you always come back to me when you're done." She moved up and kissed me holding my face. "I'm happy you enjoyed her ass so much after spending so long trying to secretly check it out."

"I did n-" I started to say, but she put a finger to my lips.

"Shushh, its ok. It's how I know what to shop for." She said cuddling closer. "You're so fun."

"If you give me a minute, I can show you how fun I am."

"Ok but you have to wash Amy's ass off first."

"Well obviously."

"And when you're done, we can discuss a really important topic."

I raised an eyebrow, "Uh oh, what topic is that?"

"Who's cuter: Vicky or Lacie?" She gave me a nasty grin.

An intervention in Liv's friend's love life gets out of hand.

I finished with classes and started to walk back to my dorm when Liv texted me.

"Come study at the house instead, I miss you!" I smiled;  it had been a few days since we'd hung out.

I changed course and headed for the sorority house. I had been hanging out with her at the sorority house as long as we'd been dating but ever since a few weeks ago when she deviously sic'ed her roommate on me while I was asleep I was always a little wary of what devilish mischief she might cook up.

After the game with her sister, it had sounded like those sorts of things would be occasional, but she hadn't even gone a few weeks before her sorority sister was climbing into bed with me, not literally pushed there by my fiancée, but if she'd been awake, I'm sure that's how it'd have played out.

My arrival at her room surprised me because it was open, and empty. I went in and found her bed made. Weird. It's always made, but it's still weird. No one in the bathroom either. I stepped into the hall and heard voices, so I went one door over and found it open also.

Sitting in the room was Liv, her neighbor Lacie, and a blonde girl I didn't recognize. Lacie was extremely cute. She had a cheerleader, girl next door quality with rich brown hair, olive-tan complexion, and the pitch perfect sorority girl figure you would expect. That perfect figure was capped off by her very innocent, baby face. In my mind I had nicknamed her Bambi because of what could only be described as doe eyes.

Lacie was clearly the focus of whatever was taking place and they seemed to be deeply engaged. I knocked and they all looked up. Liv popped off the floor and hurried over to me and gave me a hug.

"Hey!"

"What's going on in here?" I asked.

"Come in, you can help!" Liv said excitedly. The petite ginger grabbed my hand and pulled me into the bedroom.

"Hi," I said waving to everyone.

The blonde waved with her fingers, "I'm Dawn."

"Nice to meet you, I'm Liv's boyfriend." I said awkwardly.

"Okay, sit, sit, sit." Liv said pushing me onto the bed and sitting next to me. "Dawn, tell him."

"So Lacie here lost her virginity earlier this year, they broke up, and she's had two hook ups, neither of which were any fun and we're giving her tips."

"Well, that's too bad," I said, "It sounds like they just weren't fun guys."

Lacie looked up at me with her big brown eyes, "What makes a guy fun, like, in bed?"

"Well, what do you do that's fun?" Dawn asked.

"I just make sure whatever girl I'm with is getting as much stimulation as I am. I like to go overboard with attention and making them feel good as much as I can. The guys you're with sound like they're there for the experience or just getting laid. That's no fun because its self-involved."

There was a pronounced silence. "What?"

"Whatever girl you're with? You mean Liv?" Dawn said raising an eyebrow.

"Well yeah but we weren't like virgins when we met and I've always-"

A voice rang out from the open door and we all jumped and looked. Amy was leaning in, clearly having been eavesdropping. "Liv's boyfriend is fun in bed, try him out." As soon as she'd said it, she flitted away.

All eyes returned to me. Dawn and Lacie both stared at me. "What do you mean by 'whatever girl I'm with?'" Dawn asked, "It's not just Liv?"

"Well, yes, I just meant-"

"Of course, he's very loyal to me." Liv interjected.

"What did Amy mean then?" Lacie asked her eyes darting from Liv to me and back.

"Well, she's shared a room with Liv for a bit now and-"

"A boyfriend apparently too." Dawn said with a smirk.

"Ok fine," Liv said crossing her arms, "Maybe I let him mess around with Amy. Fine, I encouraged him to. Knowing he's with other very attractive girls turns me on. But he's my boyfriend and I can do whatever I want with him. Even if its;  other;  girls."

The room was staring at her and me. Lacie's eyes especially seemed to migrate slowly between us. I sighed and hung my head.

"I am going to strangle Amy." I said to Liv.

Liv smirked, "She might like that."

"Ugh," I groaned.

"So, wait, all that noise I heard the other night, that was you and Amy?" Dawn asked incredulously.

"Which night?" I asked turning red.

"It's been more than once?" Dawn practically yelled. Then her face suddenly lit up. "Wait why doesn't he show Lacie what a good time is like?"

This time Lacie blushed to a deep crimson. "Oh, no, I couldn't."

"Oh, we all could!" Liv said excitedly.

"Wait, what happened to studying?" I protested, "It's why I came over here."

Liv ignored me, turning to Dawn, "What do you say, lets teach Lacie all about quality sex."

Dawn shrugged and smiled, "Listen if you get off on letting him run through ever girl in the house I will not stand in the way."

Liv turned to Lacie, "Come on, I promise you won't regret it. He's seriously so much fun, and we'll teach you."

"After what happened to me, I guess I'll give it a try." She said with a bashful shrug.

Dawn got up and closed the door, then went over to Liv. "How do we start this?"

Liv scrambled to her feet, "How else? Let's put her in his lap and watch her squirm."

They turned and pulled Lacie to her feet and led her over to me sitting on the bed.

"Ok so one of the most important parts of sex is the foreplay." Liv explained, "And really emphasize the play."

"I dunno, what if he doesn't like me?"

"Lacie, come on," Dawn scoffed, "Look at you, of course he likes you."

"But he's your boyfriend." She said looking at Liv.

I was trying to concentrate and not be distracted by Lacie's long tan legs coming out of her khaki skirt, or the way her collarbones framed her D-cups in the spaghetti strap top that could barely contain them. I'll never understand how Liv manages to find girls like this who are so ready.

"Hey Romeo, help us out." Liv said poking me.

I snapped out of it and took Lacie's hand. "Relax, it's always weird for me too when she does this." I gave Liv a look, "But I promise she's more excited about it than you are."

"Are you?" She asked.

I looked into her youthful face, "It would be hard not to be." Liv elbowed Dawn at the word hard. She's ridiculous.

"Should I take my clothes off?" She asked grabbing the hem of her shirt.

"No." Liv and Dawn said together.

"Let him do that." Liv said, "It's like opening a present."

Lacie shrugged, looked over her shoulder at Liv, and then climbed onto the bed so she straddled me. I looked at Liv over Lacie's shoulder before pulling her into a kiss. She relented letting me kiss her gently before kissing me back. Slowly her soft, pouty, lips opened, and her tongue flirted with mine. She slowly increased the passion from her lips as they pressed into mine.

She pulled away and giggled girlishly into her hand looking back at Liv, then the other way at Dawn, "He's getting hard."

I took advantage of her exposed neck and grazed her skin with my teeth before kissing from her jaw down to her chest. She gasped and laughed. I heard her make pleased noises as my lips felt the soft nape of her neck and my hands held her tight waist. I bit her neck again and she yelped grabbing my head. I leaned back and she pulled me into another kiss, her tongue not being coy this time. She moved her body with the kiss and was breathing more heavily.

I heard Dawn comment as they both watched, "You're seriously not burning up with jealousy watching this? He's lighting her up like a Christmas tree."

"It wouldn't turn you on knowing your boyfriend could go turn any girl's world upside down, wear their bodies out and leave them cum soaked and blissful?" There was a pause in the conversation, and I heard Lacie make a quite pant through our kiss. She had scooted further in my lap until she was brushing up against the tent in my basketball shorts. "He can do that to anyone and still chooses to be mine. That's fucking hot." Liv said with finality.

Lacie parted the kiss and looked into my eyes, her nose against mine. Her eyes were burning me up and she was breathing hard enough that her chest rose and fell. She looked over at Liv and smiled, trying not to let her body roll. "Foreplay is fun, I want to keep going."

"No one said stop." Dawn said with a smirk.

"No," Lacie said turning pink, "Keep going like, I want to do more stuff."

"I think that's what she's hoping to watch." I said in her ear. She looked at Liv who nodded.

Lacie turned back to me and smiled, her hand reached down and I felt her small fingers rubbing my stiff shaft that flexed against her touch. I panted into her kiss as she rubbed me through my shorts for several minutes before she pulled away and whispered in my ear, "I'm so wet already."

I put my fingers in the straps of her top and pulled them off her shoulder. I expected her to hesitate, but she readily shrugged out of them. Beneath was a plain, white, bra that held her heavy chest above the top I pulled well below it.

There was a soft click and I heard giggling. I looked up and Liv was giggling herself red in the face and Dawn was covering up a smile too. The bra Lacie was wearing was being pushed off her chest and the straps were coming loose. Liv had unhooked it.

"Hey!" She protested playfully.

Liv reprimanded her, "Nuh uh, you are not playing with my boyfriend in a Sear's discount-rack bra."

She looked back at me holding the bra up with her hand. "It's her rules." I said with a shrug. She gave me a faux look of disapproval. "You just want to play with them."

"Lacie, she wants to play with them." I said putting a finger into the center of the bra and tugging so the straps slid off her shoulders and she was left topless covering her large breasts. I put my hand on her chest and leaned her back. She reclined resting her hands on my knees, so her full, naked torso was exposed to the girls behind her, and her heavy breasts with tan nipples hung softly from it.

Liv had jumped at the opportunity to participate and ran a hand over her soft flesh. Lacie gasped and her hips flexed as Liv groped her. The sight of my fiancée's pale fingers grabbing Lacie's olive, tan-lined, breast made my cock ache. I leaned over and took her other breast in my mouth sucking her nipple.

She cried in surprise and bit her lip moaning quietly as I teased her breast with my mouth. She rocked and moaned, digging her nails into my knees, my nose pushed into her soft flesh for several moments and I leaned away looking at her flushed face.

She panted for several moments and then started laughing, making her breasts shake. She looked back at Liv fighting back her nervous giggles, "Are you still ok with this? I don't want to cross any lines but; " She bit her lip, "If I do anymore, I won't want to stop."

Liv pushed on her back to lean her toward me again, "That's the point."

Lacie was on her knees with her face above me and she leaned down and started to kiss me again, hotly, her nipples catching on my shirt. As we kissed, I put a hand on her soft, taught, thigh and slid my fingertips up making her breath catch until I reached the fabric underneath that was completely saturated with fluid.

I ran my fingers over the folds I could feel through the wet cotton and she moaned into the kiss before pulling away and hanging her head. Her hips rocked as my fingers ran across her, paying attention to where I felt her clit. She moaned in my ear and reached down grabbing my shaft through my shorts and started to stroke me blatantly.

I looked up and Liv and Dawn were watching intently, Dawn biting her lip. Dawn turned to Liv, hands shoved her in tight denim shorts. "Do we need a ticket to this ride or; "

"That's up to Lacie," Liv said, her voice requiring effort to keep steady, "She's the one learning what a good experience is like."

I pulled my finger from between her legs and showed her how glossy and wet they were, making little strings between my fingers. She blushed and looked around at Liv and Dawn, "Y'all can play too, he isn't my boyfriend or anything.

"You guys can jump in, but you have to undress yourselves. We promised her foreplay."

Lacie leaned over, her brown hair curtaining around her face and smiled, "We're way past just foreplay." She said breathily before putting her lips to my neck and sucking, her tongue pushed against me through the motion.

She reached into my shorts, past my boxers and grabbed my bare cock, as she stroked precum spread across the shaft making it slick. She panted against me when she felt that I'd been dripping. She panted into my ear as she stroked, "Umm precum already; "

Behind her Dawn had moved to Liv and grabbed the hem of her shirt. "Can I undress you?"

Liv giggled and wiggled her hips putting her hands in the air, "I'm not shy."

Dawn laughed back and pulled Liv's tank top up, exposing her white, narrow waist and long belly button. Up over her little b-cups and then threading it through thick red hair. "Yes you are." Dawn said, dropping the shirt and slapping Liv's ass. Liv yelped and laughed.

"Ok, I am. But not when he's here." Liv replied.

Dawn's shoulders sagged, "Awww," She said putting her hands to her mouth, "That's so cute."

"Hey, come on, I'm ready to be naked here." Liv stamped her foot.

"Right sorry," Dawn apologized and wrapped her arms around Liv from behind unbuttoning her jeans. Liv playfully leaned back into Dawn and rocked her hips seductively.

Dawn smiled, "Oh it's that kind of undressing?"

"He's playing with a girl I'm just following his example." Liv said devilishly.

"Alright, I'm not shy." She said raking Liv's hair to one side, "And that's actually true."

Dawn put her hands on Liv's hips, pulling her close and started kissing her neck. Liv gasped and giggled as Dawn kissed down her neck and tickled her ear with her tongue. Her hands ran over Liv's exposed stomach before unbuttoning her jeans and unzipping them.

I tapped Lacie's shoulder, and she looked at me, running her thumb under my tip. "What's wrong?"

"Absolutely nothing, but I thought you'd want to watch this too."

Dawn slid her hand into Liv's pants which clearly surprised Liv who cried and jerked at the feeling of her friend's fingers against her panties. Liv closed her eyes and rocked back against Dawn who kissed her neck and teased my girlfriend with her finger.

Liv moaned quietly and her whole body reacted to the sensations her friend was causing her. Lacie and I watched as Dawn pulled a wet finger out of her jeans and used her thumbs to tug Liv's pants off. Liv's slender legs stepped out of them easily, so she was in her underwear. She turned around quickly pulling Dawn into a heated kiss. She grabbed the hem of Dawn's black Harley Davidson shirt and pulled it up.

Dawn leaned out of the kiss letting Liv pull the shirt off exposing her chest. I was surprised that it was about the same size as Liv's, held up by a lacy black bra. I wondered if Liv would say anything, but she didn't, opting instead to fill her palm with one and resume passionately kissing. I had met Dawn a few times and never knew that she had a small tattoo of birds across her right ribs.

Lacie looked back at me, "That's really hot." She whimpered.

As they kissed, Dawn put her hand between Liv's legs again and Liv moaned hard into Dawn's mouth and broke away, leaning on her. "I can't get your shorts undone when you do that." She gasped through a laugh.

Liv struggled with the denim shorts that were practically painted onto Dawn's waist and peeled them off, revealing a matching black thong. She kicked the shorts away and reached to Liv's ribs and putting her fingers under the elastic of her sports bra. She pulled that away with great effort, the garment unceremoniously getting stuck at Liv's head before tugging free.

Liv's small breasts came free, bouncing as they did, her pink nipples standing off the hand-sized mounds. She stood in just her underwear looking over Dawn's firm body that was wrapped up in black lace, "Damn Dawn you are so hot."

Lacie smiled at me and resumed stroking. I reached behind her and pulled on the zipper to her skirt. It fell off easily and I tossed it on the bed. I grabbed her waist and rolled her onto her back. She giggled playfully as I did, rolling her body excitedly.

I slid off the bed and peeled her panties off her hips, down her legs and off her ankles. Her cunt had a trimmed, practically manicured strip just above it and her pink lips were creamy and soaked. She spread her legs eager for me to give it attention.

Just before I was ready to lean in Liv bounced suddenly onto the bed next to her, completely naked, a blur of white and copper. She scooted in close to Lacie who smiled and giggled. I leaned in between Lacie's legs and tickled her folds with the tip of my tongue. She moaned quietly and her legs flexed around me.

As I played my tongue across the creamy mess, lapping at her clit and exposed lips she whimpered and cried, one hand holding her breast. She looked at Liv as I ate her, "Your boyfriend is so fun, I've never been this wet. Umm; "

I dragged my tongue across her cunt and flicked it over the hood of her clit. She cried and rolled her tan body on the bed biting her lip and nervously watching Liv's reaction. I reached up and slid a finger into her and she groaned. Her walls fluttered against my knuckles as I slid my finger in and out. I was savoring the tart taste of what my finger pulled out of her, smearing it across her cunt to keep lapping up. As my finger passed over her clit she shuddered and so I gently rubbed her wet cunt with my finger.

"He's gonna make me cum; " She heaved desperately. Liv smiled at her and nodded encouragingly. "No he can't, I'm gonna cum;  Liv; " She begged.

She groaned hard straining her voice and her legs pulled open as her stomach and hips shuddered. She moaned loudly grabbing the bed and squeezing her breast violently. Suddenly clear liquid began gushing out of her cunt onto my face and the sheets in several slow bursts. Liv had covered her mouth laughing with surprise. Dawn who had climbed onto the bed opposite her looked on craning her neck.

Lacie laid on the bed fighting to regain control of her breath as climax passed and covered her face. "Sorry," she panted. Her face had flushed red with humiliation. "I should have warned you."

Liv pulled her hand down laughing excitedly, "Don't be sorry, that was extremely hot."

"No its not." She said.

I patted Lacie's leg, "Lacie I think Liv would pay you to film squirting on my face so she could watch it happen over and over again." Lacie looked at me, my face still wet, and then at Liv who nodded.

Dawn moved on the bed, laying her head off the end so her long, fit body stretched out across it. She grinned at me, and wagged a finger. "Get those shorts off so I can make something else shoot."

Lacie clapped excitedly, "Trade spots." Lacie climbed over Dawn so she was in the middle next to Liv and Dawn opened her mouth with her tongue out. I stood up and dropped my shorts and boxers and stood over Dawn's face. She leaned up and licked my shaft, teasing below my tip with her tongue and lips.

Liv goaded me on, "Fuck her face and cum on her tits."

Precum stringed off her chin as she lapped at my cock. She smiled up at me, clearly relishing having it near her face, "I want it rough, don't stop if I gag or choke."

Liv looked at her and smirked, "I won't let him."

Dawn smiled at Liv and wrapped her lips around my tip. I started fucking her mouth, her tongue playing with my tip and shaft as I did. I didn't hold back, I held her head with one hand and jammed my cock into her throat.

She made sucking and gagging noises, her lingeried body arching and her ribs flexing for air as my cock plugged her throat with each stroke. I couldn't see her eyes clearly but her throat and chest told me she was gagging and fighting for breath. Occasionally her lips would open and she would gasp and drool ran down her cheeks before closing around me and allowing my cock to abuse her mouth more.

Liv slid her hand into Dawn's panties and Dawn's body reacted by spreading her legs. I felt her moan around my cock as Liv started to finger her. She leaned up, stroking her finger in her friend and I leaned over and kissed her. She let her tongue sweep across mine before parting and saying quietly, "She might be your kinkiest yet."

I ran a hand over the black lace bra under me and panted back, "I think you're right."

Liv's wrist flexed between Dawn's legs which were starting to flex and close and her body was starting to roll. Liv giggled and looked up at me, "I think she's getting close."

I picked up the aggression, fucking her hard enough that her lips made wet noises unable to keep their grip on me. Ugly sounds came from her used throat and the lean body suddenly seized and gave muted groans. I shoved my cock all the way in and held it there for several seconds as she orgasmed, fighting to breathe and then slid it out.

She gasped violently and Liv helped her sit up on the bed. She couldn't talk for several moments and I started to feel bad. She wiped drool from her mouth and face before pulling Liv into a kiss. The blonde and ginger kissed delicately for several seconds, and pulled away, drool clinging to Liv's lips. "I want to fuck him; " Dawn panted, "I want to feel him rail me."

Liv smiled and touched her nose to Dawn's, "Let's give Lacie first crack."

"I guess it did start for her." Dawn said, she patted the mattress, looking over at the sweet brunette. "Come get some cock."

"I dunno," Lacie said turning bright red again, "I had fun doing all the foreplay stuff but this is Liv's boyfriend, I mean, they're like engaged I can't-"

Dawn and Liv ignored her pulling her to the center of the bed and laying her back. Her slender, olive build and large tits were laid out on the mattress and Liv was trying to open her legs.

"What if he cums in me, it's too much I couldn't; " She continued.

Liv ran a finger over her messy cunt. Lacie cried and flexed when she did and Liv showed her the results, letting the slick fluid stick between her fingers, "You know you can't wait to feel him,"

I leaned over between Lacie's legs. She covered her mouth nervously but didn't close them or try to keep me away. The strip of hair above her cunt was soaking wet and her thighs were smeared with the mess from when she'd squirted everywhere.

I slid my shaft through her wet folds, and she moaned and rocked her hips. "Umm ok;  ok;  Umm please; " She moaned.

I pushed in and she arched her back crying loudly. My cock forced her walls open, and I could feel them fluttering already. She was so tight that even how wet she was didn't help how snug the fit was. I started to fuck, and she gave a raspy, voiceless cry, grabbing the bed and locking her knees around my ribs. I was panting, fucking her lean body, watching her big tits wobbled under her once sweet face.

Liv crawled to me and sat on her knees pulling me into a kiss. I did my best to kiss her back with my heavy breathing and groans from the tight cunt that throbbed around me. She whimpered into the kiss, her hand in her panties rubbing herself, her cunt making sounds I could hear over Lacie.

"Are you going to cum?" She whimpered into the kiss.

"She's so tight," I gasped, "Maybe; "

She moaned and craned her neck. Her stomach and legs flexed when I told her. She recovered and kissed me again.

Suddenly we heard Lacy cry, "I'm cumming again!" Her shrill voice yelled to the room. She seized in a bucking orgasm as her tan body thrashed on the bed, legs shaking and back arched. Fluid dripped off her cunt and drained off my balls onto the bed and floor.

She was shaking and groaning as the climax subsided and I pulled out of her visibly pulsing cunt. I was so close when she came that drops of cum dripped out of me. Dawn crawled over in a hurry and draped her arms over my shoulders with an evil grin. "I've always wanted to do this."

She leaned over and gave me a hot kiss with tongue. Her tight body leaned into me, my wet cock sliding against her taut stomach as we kissed. I suddenly groaned into the kiss and grabbed her shoulders. My cock burst shooting forceful jets of cum that slapped against her stomach with audible impact.

She laughed and leaned down, stroking my shaft with her hand milking several more shots of cum onto her breasts that dripped onto the lace bra. Slowly my cock started to soften draining into drops of cum that trailed down her hand.

To be continued in part 4, By Dragon Lair Reads for Literotica.

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contest. (M)

Word count: 3.5k

I swear I only come back with Jungkook fanfics even though he ain’t my bias

Prompt: While laying in bed, the two of them can't help but overhear their upstairs neighbors going at it rather loudly. Person A turns to Person B after a while, and asks, You wanna fuck louder than them to establish dominance?. (Got it from a prompt generator)

“Hello?”

You eagerly picked up the phone, hoping it was the real estate agent with good news. You and your boyfriend, Jungkook have been on the hunt for a place together.

The two of you split your time between his shared apartment and your parent’s place, both places not an option for either of you.

Ah, Y/N, I have some news for you.

“Let’s hear it.”

Unfortunately, someone placed a higher offer and we lost the bid

“Oh.”

I have few more listings that I have lined up for you next week, I’ll call you soon with clearer dates.

“Okay, thank you.” You said your goodbyes and sighed while you place your phone on your desk.

“You don’t look happy.” You looked up, seeing your coworker, Luna.

“Is it that obvious?”

“Assuming home hunting isn’t going the greatest?”

“Did you guess or were you eavesdropping?”

“I’m psychic.”

“Sure, and I’m the CEO.”

You rolled your eyes, it was definitely eavesdropping.

“Regardless, I’m sure you and that well-adjusted boyfriend of yours will figure something out.”

“Well adjusted…? Luna, you’ve met Jungkook before.”

“Yeah, he seemed pretty mature.”

You blinked a few times, your mind flashing back to the last viewing you went to. He almost sprayed you with water from the shower while fiddling with the showerhead, repeatedly bounced on the bed to test its “jiggle physics” and asked if you would be willing to fuck a balcony.

“Are you sure?”

“Cut him some slack. Wasn’t he the one who asked you to move in with him?”

“Are you forgetting he currently has roommates? I feel ashamed going there.”

“Why is that?”

You could feel your face growing hot and you avoid Luna’s eyes. It might have been once or twice when Jungkook was too adventurous in his exploration of exhibitionism and you weren’t exactly the greatest at being completely quiet.

It didn’t help that you caught one of them giving Jungkook a fist bump the next morning while you sipped on a cup of coffee.

“I see. Craving privacy, huh?”

“Let’s put it like that.”

“Either way, you’ll find something that you’ll both love. Speaking of love, I’d love if you could help me.”

“One of these days, you’re going to have to finish your work alone.”

“That day isn’t today, at least.”

She grinned at you as you rolled your eyes once again.

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You got home, kicking off your heels before scooping them up to take upstairs. The aroma of your mother’s cooking filled the house as you climbed the stairs to your bedroom.

Quickly changing into a shirt and sweatpants, you walked downstairs to the kitchen.

“Ah, you’re home, honey? How was work?”

“Same as usual, helping Luna after finishing my own.”

“That girl is still lively as ever, isn’t she?”

“That’s one way to put it, Mom. How was your day?”

“My hibiscus plants are growing wonderfully, I’m so glad you found that thing to deal with those pesky beetles.”

“It was just a quick google search.”

“Even so, I don’t have to come to my plants being devoured.”

“That is true.” You kept talking with your mother, grabbing things for her to add to dinner before the two of you ate together. You drew yourself a bath, your aching muscles relaxing as the warm water touched them.

You sat for a while, allowing your thoughts to cultivate. Sure, you didn’t get the place the two of you put your first offer for, but this was the third place you’ve felt confident about getting to be met with the same conclusion.

Maybe you need to wait a bit longer…? You scoffed your own pessimism, you could hear your boyfriend’s optimistic comments like ‘we’ll find someplace else’ or ‘don’t worry about it’.

You washed up quickly, returning to your room and sitting on your bed in a towel, feeling lazy about putting your clothes back on. You grabbed your phone, calling Jungkook when you heard his ringtone. Near your window.

You walked over to see him on the tree near your window, you opened it quickly and he merely waved.

“You know, we have a front door that you could have just walked through.”

You helped him into your room, the dark-haired man cheekily grinning at you. You hadn’t expected to see him, willing to be satisfied with a call or text exchange. Getting to see his face always made your heart flutter, though you wouldn’t openly admit it to keep Jungkook’s head from inflating.

“Isn’t it more romantic to see your darling boyfriend climb his way to see you? Didn’t Romeo do this?”

“I don’t remember Juliet being in a towel for that scene.”

“Speaking of which, you should walk around a towel more often.”

“Of course, you would want that.”

“No need to mince words, babe. Besides, you’ve always liked how honest I am.”

“To a fault.”

“Really?”

He stood in front of you, his eyes clear with intent. You stared back, not wanting to give in to his unwavering gaze.

“You have a leaf in your hair.”

You picked it out, tossing the green leaf to the side as he caught your hand while retracting. He placed his arm around your waist, pulling you into a swift kiss.

He was well-tuned to your body, your immediate reaction to kiss him back without hesitation. The soft towel was barely any protection from his hands as he let go of your hand in favour of your ass. His other hand found your left cheek as the kiss passionately raged on.

“Didn’t even bother with panties either, huh.”

“Don’t get any ideas.”

“I’ve already thought of a few. Think you’d like to hear them.”

“Depends.”

“Close your eyes.”

“Jungkook.”

“Just play along with it.”

You closed your eyes, Jungkook grabbing your hand and placing something in them.

“Okay, open them.”

You did so, immediately shocked at what you saw. It was a silver key, charmed with a little house keychain and a heart.

“Is it for real? You’re not messing with me, are you?”

“Do this convince you?”

He reached into his jacket, handing you a folded piece of paper and you opened it to see the leasing agreement, just needing your signature next to his.

“W-we’re moving in together.”

“We’re moving in together.” He repeated back to you. You jumped into his arms, feeling a mixed bag of emotions.

“Now, how about we celebrate? Starting with you ditching this towel…”

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You followed Jungkook in with another box, setting it on the floor next to the others and wiping sweat from your forehead.

“Ah, our Jungkookie is growing up so fast.”

“I’m not a kid, hyung.”

“You grew up too fast, moving with your girlfriend before me.”

“Hyung, you’re single.”

“I’m just a patient man, waiting for the one.”

“Yeah, sure. Can you help me with this box?” You watched the two men carry around other boxes while you unpacked a box with kitchen items.

You’re still in a bit of awe that you are really living in a nice little condo with Jungkook. A place to yourselves… You could cuddle up to him while watching a movie without Taehyung’s teasing. The two of you could cook dinner together, feeding each other bites of the finished product… No more sneaking around your parents or Taehyung…

“Babe?”

“Yes?”

“I want to show you something.”

He took your hand, pulling you along without an answer and stopping you before the bedroom.

“You know Taehyung is still here, right?”

“It hurts that you think I’m horny 24/7.”

“Are you saying you’re not?”

“It’s more like 16/7.”

“So when you’re asleep, you’re not?”

“Well, I had a dream a few nights ago… It was hard to get that out of my head recently… Wait, that’s not the point. Cover your eyes and I’ll guide you.”

“What is with you having to surprise me?”

“I have to keep things interesting, Y/N. Keep you on your toes.”

“Or send my anxiety through the roof.”

You mumbled, covering your eyes regardless. He had his hands on your hips as a means to guide you in before stopping you.

“Okay, uncover them!”

Jungkook and Taehyung were kneeling on the bed with a cake, Taehyung pulling a party popper with Jungkook doing Jazz hands

“Ta-da!”

“It’s your favourite too.”

“Days will never be dull with you, huh.”

“Of course. I want to have fun with you, forever.” He put frosting on your nose as he spoke, you returning the favour.

“Now, back to unpacking.”

“Can’t we do that tomorrow?”

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You pulled out the ingredients you needed for dinner, placing them on the island as Jungkook struggled to tie his apron.

“Allow me.” You said, Jungkook letting you tie it up.

“Thank you.”

He turned around, planting a quick kiss on your cheek before looking to the island.

“Where do we start?”

“Mincing garlic and slicing the breast. Can you handle that?”

“Babe, I taught Chef Boyardee everything he knows.”

“You really set the bar pretty low.”

“You’re so cold, I’m not that bad.”

“Aw, you know I’m just teasing, Kookie.”

You leaned in to kiss his cheek, him turning his head to steal a kiss from you.

“Now, I feel better.”

He beamed at you as you cocked an eyebrow at him, cheeky as ever. You started boiling water for the pasta, watching Jungkook carefully chopping the garlic before slicing the breast with a different knife. You cooked the pasta between your silent watching.

“You’re not half bad.”

“Told you so!”

You rolled your eyes despite your grin, readying a hot pan for the bacon. Jungkook back hugged you as you cooked the bacon, his hands on top of yours as you flipped the slices.

“Didn’t think I need this much direction.”

“Can’t let my sous chef make any mistakes.”

“Oh, who decided I was sous chef?”

“As head chef, I’d say you’re usually under me. Sometimes on all fours.”

“Hm, that doesn’t sound much like cooking to me.”

“Maybe not but I do enjoy eating.”

“Is that so?”

“Let’s save it for dessert, babe.”

“If that’s what you want.”

You added the garlic, cooked the chicken, designating Jungkook to make the egg mixture before combining everything into the final dish.

“Kookie, here.”

You held a bite on a fork, him eagerly taking the bite and you tried to gauge his reaction as he quietly chewed.

“Delicious.”

You smiled, walking over to grab plates to serve each of you when Jungkook stopped you.

“Ah hah, you’re missing something.”

“What?”

“Read it and weep.” His hands gestured to the stitched letters on the apron and you sighed.

Kiss the cook, huh?

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You went downstairs, picking up a package from a delivery person when you saw your upstairs neighbour at the mailboxes.

“Hi, Sowon!”

“Oh, Y/N! How are you? Getting used to the condo lifestyle?”

“It’s been great these past few weeks.”

“That’s good to hear! If you have any questions or concerns, just let me know. I’m just a floor away.”

“I will.”

The two of you kept chatting as you took the elevator back up, waving her off when you reached your floor and going back inside.

You placed the box on the counter, making a beeline for the couch and lying down comfortably to watch the episode of your favourite show. You missed a few episodes and what’s more perfect than spending your day off watching some TV?

You got up to make yourself a snack before truly setting down for your show. In the midst of a scene, you could hear shuffling around the room. Maybe she has company over? Whatever, the lead is confessing to his leading lady…

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“Loser does the winner’s chores for a week.” Jungkook offered. He finally managed to get his console back from Taehyung after weeks of ‘negotiations’. You’re surprised he hadn’t thought of changing where he kept the spare key.

Now, Jungkook was trying to win his way to doing fewer chores.

“A week? You’re that confident?” You teased.

“Two weeks.”

“Prepare to eat those words, baby boy.”

“Now, who’s the cocky one?” He handed you a controller and set the match up.

“Most kills wins.” You nodded, focusing your attention on the screen. Little did he know, you knew a few tricks to this game. Or all of them.

“How did you?”

“Been practicing a bit.”

“A bit? You didn’t cheat, did you?”

“Dude, just take your L.”

“But-”

“Unless you want a rematch if you want to be sure.”

He took the bait, the deficit between the two of you in kills continually growing until-

“I think that’s a new personal best, yay!” You smirked as Jungkook scowled at the screen.

“Fucking dumb ass NPCs…”

“Ah, baby, maybe you need some practice.”

“Practice?”

“Yeah, then maybe you’ll get better-”

“Let’s start now.”

He turned to you, his face not devoid of his previous frustration. Did you tease him too much?

“Jungkook-”

He was on top of you now, his lips pressed hard against yours. You couldn’t hold back the gasp as his fingers began to rub against your clothed clit.

You moaned as his lips pecked along your jaw down to your collarbone.

“This is what you wanted, huh? Want me to fuck my frustration out of you, hm?” You could feel his fingertips playing with the wet juices of your cunt, a finger teasing the entrance as he spoke.

“If that’s what you want to do with me." You breathed out, god that finger is going to drive you nuts.

“Is that so? You’re giving me free reign?”

“Of course not. I’m rewarding you with letting you eat me out. Maybe if you do a good enough job, I might be more generous.”

“You drive me insane.”

“Could say the same about you. Now, finish your chore.”

“Gladly.”

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It was supposed to be a peaceful Sunday morning, both you and Jungkook having the day off and wanting to just snuggle on the couch. You know, a lazy day.

Instead, you had to listen to-

You like that?

Yes, please god, fuck me harder

Absolute sinners on the Lord’s day. Jesus didn’t die for this.

“Do they just fuck every hour on the clock?”

“Seems like it.”

“What a lucky bastard.”

“Jungkook.”

“What? I hate my days off when you have to go to work, watching you slip on those stockings. Your ass in that new pencil skirt you bought.”

“You were watching me last time.”

“Always do. It’s a perk.”

“I should start changing in the bathroom.”

“As long as I can join you.”

“You were way too comfortable with being openly horny.”

“Blame the people upstairs, at least they’re embracing their horniness.” You rolled your eyes, so what if they’re energized now, they have to get tired at some point?

Wrong.

You were dead wrong.

Lying in bed, you were now well acquainted with the sound of the bed creaks upstairs and you loudly sighed into your pillow.

How could two people just fuck like rabbits all fucking day?

“Say…you wanna fuck louder than them to establish dominance?”

“Is that even possible?”

“Trust me, it is. Let me prove it to you.”

It didn’t take long to find yourself naked, Jungkook’s lips wrapped around your nipple as his fingers recklessly pumped into you. You felt a bit embarrassed by how loud your moans sounded but Jungkook made sure you couldn’t contain yourself.

“So wet, babe. You like knowing that they could hear you, hm, let the whole building know how much you want to come.”

“J-Jungkook.”

“Louder.”

J-Jungkook! Fuck!” You cursed as he nibbled softly on your ear, his fingers moving in time with the soft bites and you couldn’t stop yourself from coming.

“Now, let me taste.”

“J-Jung-ahh!” You mewled, your hands in his hair as he took a long swipe of his tongue against your cunt.

Your extensive vocabulary was limited to Jungkook and a string of curses as he fervently ate you out. Two could play this game, though.

“Let me b-blow you.”

“I’d never thought you’d ask.”

“Don’t make me change my mind.”

“Still have some fight in you, huh?”

“You have no idea. Now…”

It’s just as you thought, stiff as a rock. You watched him slightly twitch when you palmed him through his boxers.

“Already this hard for me, huh? Did hearing me turn you on this much, hm?”

“C-caught me red-handed.”

“Mhm.” You licked your lips, peeling his boxers off and letting his cock spring free. He watched you as you slipped his cock between your breasts. You poured the lube he handed you, the cool liquid spilling on your chest.

“Oops.” You began, the slickness of the lube aiding you as you let his cock slide between your breasts. The dripping of his precum only further turned you on as his low grunts.

“Shit.”

“You have no self-control, do you? I’m surprised you lasted this long.”

“You won’t be saying that when you’re bouncing on my dick.”

“Oh? Confident, aren’t we?”

“Watch your tongue.” He thrust his hips upward, his cock pressing against your lips. You forego using your chest, allowing him to thrust into your mouth. You did love when he was rough with you, his competitive spirit never wavering.

“God, you make me want to fuck you until you are covered in my cum from head to toe.”

“Fuck you until you can only answer me with your pretty little sobs.”

God, he was so filthy and you fucking love it. You pulled away once he eased up, sitting up.

“Come here, baby.” He sat on the edge of the bed, you went over to him and he positioned you to face away from him. Easing your hips down, you felt every inch of him sink deeper into you as he held you. Your legs were like jello from just mere penetration and you weren’t ready when his hips buckled into yours.

“Fuck.”

You moaned as you leaned your head back on his shoulder. His cock was so thick, stretching you out with each bounce. He was right, your mind was too muddled to think of any other words to describe how he made you felt as you fucked.

He kissed your neck as you huffed out moans and whimpers, the slick sounds of sex perfectly orchestrated along with you. The bed shifting with each thrust, the groans he made directly by your ears.

His hands on your hips, moving your body for you, his hot breath on your skin and all you could do was grip the sheets while shamelessly whining his name played along.

“You’re so tight, baby.”

“Uh-huh, maybe it’s c-cause I want you to- ah stretch me out.”

“Fuck, you’d like… that, wouldn’t you?”

“I want you to, Kook- Fuck.” He thrusted into you with renewed vigour, clearly taking your words to heart.

You let him ravage you, sweat forming on your body as he kept pounding you. His little curses, the hard presses of his fingertips into your skin as he took you from behind after changing positions.

“Fuck, baby, I’m c-coming.” With a few thrusts, he pulled out and a spray of his cum landed on your back. You were a mess at this point, the two of you spending hours fucking at this point.

The two of you took a shower, you rejecting any attempt to start another round.

“What time is it?”

“Do you have work tomorrow?”

“No.”

“Then it doesn’t matter.”

“It does, Kook.”

“We can just sleep in anyways.”

“You mean me sleeping in because someone has chores to do. We’re out of groceries too.”

“Way to make my dick soft.”

“Good, now we can get some sleep.”

You woke up the next morning, waking up Jungkook and convincing him to drive to the grocery store. He grumbled, still willing to go with you.

“Ah, Y/N!” As Jungkook locked the door, you saw Sowon walking towards the two of you.

“Morning.”

“Who is she?”

“She’s our upstairs neighbour, Kook.”

“The two of you look lively! Especially with how loud the two of you were, I’m surprised you still have your voice!”

“I-I um…”

“We’ll try to keep it down.”

“Kook!”

“Haha, I don’t mind it much but I’ll be off.” She walked off, wanting to crawl back into the apartment and never appear in public again. You didn’t think she was listening to the two of you the whole time.

“Dominance asserted.”

#jungkook smut #jungkook #bts smut #bts scenarios #jungkook scenarios #jungkook fanfic #bts fanfic #bts jungkook #jungkook x you #jungkook x reader #bts x reader #reader insert

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mismatched socks - s. r.

Pairing: Spencer Reid x Reader

Request: Spencer's girlfriend (reader, FBI agent too) always wears mismatched socks and when they have their first night together at his apartment he notices, and his brain goes to mush, and falls in love with her even more

Warnings: fluff, some talk about Spencer being insecure Word Count: 2.2k A/N: thanks for the request, love! I really enjoyed writing it! requests are open guys! hope you enjoy. gif not mine.

Spencer had always known he was different. He had always been the smartest in school, which could be attributed to his eidetic memory. He wasn't invited to birthday parties because he liked to tell facts that were funny to him, but that no one else found funny. And he had been rather an oddball in other ways, too.

All his life this fact had made him insecure. He thought of himself as too skinny, too unathletic-especially when he compared himself to Derek, which was pretty stupid, of course-and his hair always lay funny, no matter how hard he tried to tame it. He wore cardigans over shirts-the watch over the cardigan, of course-which was pretty weird, but he wore Converse with them and two different socks every day. He loved magic and physics jokes. Spencer couldn't talk about the latest episode of Greys Anatomy, and he wasn't sure what Team Stefan and Team Damon were. Spencer didn't fit in perfectly anywhere and it had taken him time to accept that. He also never imagined anyone would find in attractive, or even want to be with him.

Until you came along.

On your first day at BAU, he immediately noticed three things about you. First, you walked incredibly fast, actually too fast to just walk from one office to the next. It seemed to her as if you were flying. Second, you tucked your hair behind your ears every few minutes, even when it wasn't falling in your face. He wondered why you didn't use a pin or a scrunchie. But it was a habit that didn't bother him in the least. From the moment he first saw you, he found you irresistibly pretty, and he was glad your hair didn't cover your face. And third, you could write ambidextrously. As the team sat in the conference room and you scribbled something in your case file - also something he noticed, you seemed to prefer paper as much as he did - you reached for your coffee cup with your right hand and continued to write undisturbed with your left, until the entire team looked at you as if you were from another star. It was a look Spencer knew all too well.

He had never met anyone like you.

Spencer liked you from the first moment he saw you. He liked that you took your backpack on both shoulders and that you preferred cocoa to coffee. He liked the way you smiled at him when he brought you one from the office kitchen and set it on your desk. And he liked the way your skin felt on his when you reached under the desk for his hand when you noticed a change in his demeanor. You then squeezed his hand twice. Once for "It's all right" and once for "I'm here, with you."

In your presence, everything seemed as easy as breathing. You listened to him when he blathered on about a subject you didn't understand, because you liked his intelligence and the way he explained things without looking down on others. You even asked when he had to explain something to you, which had surprised him so much the first few times that he had completely forgotten what your conversation was about. He had stared at you and the blush had come to his face. One feature that didn't escape you, but made him even more attractive to you.

When you went to his table one morning and told him that you had seen Star Trek for the first time the previous night, and now wondered how realistic the physics in the movie were, he could hardly stand it. You were beautiful and intelligent and interested in Star Trek? And when you asked him if he could explain something from the movie to you, he was sure his dream girl was standing right in front of him.

"I need your help", he told Derek that very day as they stood together in the kitchen. "How do I ask a girl out?"

Derek nearly choked on his coffee before turning to Spencer. "Since when do you want to date?" He noticed Spencer's gaze, which wasn't on him, but slid past him and lingered on you.You sat at your desk and tucked your hair behind your ears before looking up and over at Spencer's desk.  Derek could see your gaze wander around the office and then linger on Spencer before you smiled and got back to work. With a grin, Derek looked at Spencer. "You're going to ask Y/N out on a date? Oh boy, it's about time you finally do. I already said to Penelope that -"

"Please, Morgan. I just want to know how to ask her out”, Spencer interrupted him, looking at his friend.

Derek's grin gave way to an honest, friendly smile. "Don't make a big deal out of it. Just ask her directly."

"And if she says no?", asked Spencer uncertainly, his mouth twisting into a thin line. He couldn't imagine you going on a date with him, but he couldn't stay in the dark any longer either. He had to at least try.

"She won't”, Derek assured him. The whole team felt that Spencer and you would be perfect for each other, but he didn't tell him that. Spencer should learn to walk before he starts running. "I can see the way she looks at you. And if she does say no, she's not as smart as I thought."

Spencer trusted Derek's words and took it upon himself to ask you out on a date that very day. He had phrased the question countless times in his head, even encouraging himself in the mirror in the men's room, but every time he stood in front of you and looked at your beautiful face, he couldn't get a single word out. They got stuck in his throat and he was so embarrassed that he fled from you several times. By the third time, he had red marks on his neck, which you noticed immediately, and you wondered how you had made him so uncomfortable without having really done anything. When he said nothing again, you put your hand on his forearm.

"Are you okay, Spencer?", you asked, and he just nodded. It's now or never.

"Wouldyougooutwithme?" He almost mumbled, but you had understood him perfectly. "If you don't want to, that's fine, and we'll pretend I never asked. We'll just keep being friends and -"

"Spencer," you interrupted, smiling up at him, "I'd love to go out with you," you replied, and he was able to breathe deeply again. The marks on his neck faded as you tucked your hair behind your ear.

He had done it. Spencer had asked you and you had agreed, but where was he going to take you? Nothing seemed good enough for him. Going out to eat was nice, but you didn't seem like someone who needed to talk the whole time. He thought movie theaters were dumb because you couldn't talk there at all. After two days he had thought of something and he wouldn't have minded if you thought the idea was stupid, but when he presented his idea to you, you smiled at him excitedly.

"I can't wait."

You spent your first date in Spencer's favorite library, surrounded by knowledge and stories. You walked the aisles together, telling stories of books you had read and found to be good, and books you had abandoned because they were so bad you couldn't finish them. As you walked through each aisle, which had actually taken an entire afternoon, Spencer didn't want the date to end. He was going to suggest something else, but you beat him to it.

"There's a couch over there. Shall we sit there? Then you can read me something from your favorite book."

You would be the death of him.

A few weeks later, you had arranged to go for a walk. The weather was nice, not too hot and not too cool, so you strolled hand in hand along the paths. He liked the fact that you worked together but couldn't just talk about the job. You were explaining to him why a certain Matt Donavan from a vampire series was incredibly annoying when someone stopped in front of you.

"Y/N! How nice to see you!", the young woman said, unceremoniously wrapping her arms around you. When she broke away from you, you looked at Spencer.

"Spencer, this is Lisa, my college roommate. Lisa, this is Spencer, my boyfriend”, you explained before you could think about what you had just said. You chatted briefly before going your separate ways again. You noticed a change in Spencer's behavior and feared you had misinterpreted everything. When you couldn't take it anymore, you stopped.

"Look, I'm sorry I called you my boyfriend”, you said, looking down at the ground in shame. "We've never talked about what exactly we are, but it feels like you're my boyfriend and I wish you were, so I -"

"Y/N”, he interrupted you and tenderly reached for your hand. A smile spread across his face. He couldn't believe himself that he would ask you that. "Would you like to be my girlfriend?"

The bar was crowded and the later it got, the more crowded you felt. The team had been in the mood to celebrate after a difficult case, so everyone had gathered in the regular bar. Penelope was putting on some dance moves on the dance floor while Emily and JJ were bawling out the song, which neither Spencer nor you knew. He had his arm around your waist and pulled you tightly to his side, which you enjoyed very much. He didn't fit in here with his shirt and cardigan, but he fit you, you were one hundred percent sure of that.

As you stifled a yawn, he looked down at you. "Shall we go? You seem tired and I'm getting ready to go to bed too”, he suggested and you nodded. Outside, he hailed you a cab and as you got in, you gave the driver Spencer's address.

"We're going to my place?", asked Spencer, looking at you in confusion as you nestled into his side.

"Yeah, I hope that's okay”, you replied, "If it's too soon for you for us to sleep together, then you just have to say so. I won't be mad at you."

How could he be mad at you? You wanted to spend the night with him. You wanted to fall asleep next to him and wake up next to him. He had hit the jackpot.

"Would you like to drink something?", he asked as you sat down on the couch and kicked off your shoes. It wasn't the first time you'd been in his apartment, but you'd never entered his bedroom before and you didn't want to take the step without him. It was still his apartment and his privacy and you respected that.

"Just water, please”, you replied, pulling your legs up so he could sit next to you. He handed you the glass and you took a big gulp.

In your presence, Spencer had never felt like an oddball. You never made him feel like he was different or weird. You didn't laugh at him, you laughed with him, and you had assured him many times how incredibly attractive he was to you, even if he couldn't see it. He wasn't too skinny or too unathletic for you. He dressed askew, but it suited him like a glove and you had imagined more than once what he would look like without clothes. It didn't bother you in the least that he wasn't interested in the technology of today. For you, he was just right. For you, he was perfect.

Even though you often assured him how much you liked him and how happy you were with him, he was still insecure from time to time. But as you sat there together on the couch and you put your legs on his thighs, he was one hundred percent sure that he didn't need to be insecure. On your left foot was a green sock, while on your right dangled an orange sock.

You wore the socks like he did. Two different ones. Had you seen this on him and copied it or had you always worn socks like this? A question that could be answered later. His heart stopped for a second, his brain turned to mush, which is why he couldn't control his following words either. "I think I love you."

Surprised, you looked to him and noticed that his gaze lingered on your socks. "You see my socks and then say you love me? Maybe something isn't going right in that clever head of yours”, you grinned and leaned towards him. Blushes shot up his face. "I love you too, Spencer."

Gently, you placed your lips on his. The kiss was tender, hesitant, but Spencer saw his chance and gently pulled you onto his lap before wrapping his arms around you and holding you close. His heart threatened to overflow with love. As he placed his hands on your butt, you moaned softly into his mouth. He smiled.

In your presence, he didn't feel like he was different.

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[ilici]

flushed.

Summary: During Karl’s love or host you give Karl a blow job.

NSFW MINORS DNI !!

Warnings: Public humiliation.

Word Count: 1191

Y/N watched her boyfriend get dressed up for his Love or Host tonight, and she felt a twinge of jealousy go through her. “Are you sure you have to do this?” She asked looking as Karl was putting on his blue button-up shirt, the one she got him months prior. “I don’t have to do it, but it will make great content. Plus nobody knows I am in a relationship, including my friends.” He reasoned, and Y/N just rolled her eyes. “I just don’t like the fact that girls will be fighting over you.” She said whilst crossing her arms, “Baby, I won’t actually date them. I have you.” He said walking up to her and kissing her cheek. “Is there not a platonic Love or Host?” She asked, and Karl just shook his head, and Y/N groaned turning around and walking away. “Have fun with your little girl toys.” She said annoyed, and Karl just sighed as he sat down joining the call that Austin told him.

“Karl Jacobs! Hello!” Austin chirped loudly and happily, while Karl smiled, “Hello Austin!” He greeted, as all the contestants were muted together in a call, “Here in a minute we will let you introduce yourself to the girls, then we will have the girls introduce themself.” He explained to Karl, and Karl just nodded his head, “Alright you ready to meet the girls?” Austin asked, and Karl just nodded his head, as he turned his attention to the girls that were now audible to hear. “Welcome to Love or Host featuring Mr. Karl Jacobs!” Austin yelled enthusiastically, and they all clapped, while Karl just giggled and hid behind his hand. “Okay, Karl introduce yourself.” Austin said and Karl situated in his seat, “Uh hello, I am Karl, I play Minecraft and make youtube videos with Mr. Beast.” He said, and Austin just laughed, “Very interesting.” He said, laughing quietly.

“Okay! Girls introduce yourselves!” Austin said, as he arranged them in the order he wanted them to introduce themselves, as the girls were introducing themself Karl heard his bedroom door open. Looking over he saw Y/N and he froze, “Karl? You alright? You look like you’ve seen a ghost.” QTCinderella spoke up, and Karl glanced between his screen and his girlfriend. “Yeah I’m fine, my roommate came in to tell me he was leaving.” He said as Y/N made her way over towards Karl, and Karl kept watching her out the corner of his eye. “Karl you seem very paranoid now.” Austin pointed out, and Karl shook his head, “No I am fine.” He reassured them as Y/N sat down out of camera view. “Okay, question one, if you were to take Karl on a date where would you take him?”

Minx quickly raised her hand as Y/N moved under the desk, and motioned Karl to keep quiet and he instantly became nervous. “Yes, Minx?” Austin said, and Minx spoke up, “I’d take him to whatever place he’d want and let him have a good time.” She said and all the girls just laughed at her answer, “What the fuck is funny about that?” She said offended, and Karl now had his eyes glued to the screen, his entire body becoming hot. “I’m sorry it’s really hot in here.” Karl apologized as he started unbuttoning his shirt, and Austin panicked, “Karl! Karl, keep your shirt on!” He yelled, and Karl nervously giggled when he felt Y/N’s hands rub his thighs. “I’m not taking it off, just unbuttoning som-” He stopped his sentence when he felt Y/N add pressure to his clothed cock. “You were saying?” Boze asked, and Karl shook his head, “Nothing.” He said not wanting to say much.

Y/N was now unbuttoning his pants, and pulled them down rather roughly which made Karl fall down in his seat a bit, “Sorry, I tried to kick the water bottle under my desk and I didn’t realize how far it was.” He said laughing, before looking down quickly at his girlfriend. “Excuse me.” He said, muting himself and turning off his camera. He shot Austin a quick text saying he was going to the bathroom, “While Karl is on a bathroom break, I will also take a bathroom break. Girls talk amongst themselves, entertain the chat.” He said, and Karl glared at his girlfriend. “What the hell are you doing?” He asked and Y/N rolled her eyes, “I am just doing what any girlfriend does and pleasuring their boyfriend.” She said simply, and Karl scoffed, “In front of 80k people?” He said, and Y/N innocently shrugged.

“I don’t see the problem, you better hurry they might think you have fallen into the toilet.” She said smirking, and Karl glared, “Just be quiet and it never happened, but if you make a sound then all of those 80k people plus the girls and Austin will know what’s happening.” She said, as Karl groaned and reluctantly turned on his camera and mic. “I am back.” He said, and Austin spoke up, “Okay, back to the question.” He said, and Y/N reached up pulling Karl’s boxers off now. Karl shuddered at the cold air hitting his bare bottom half, “Didn’t you say it was hot? Now you are shivering.” Aquafina said, and Karl mentally cursed himself out for shivering. “I’m fine.” He said, waving it off and everyone dropped it.

Y/N grabbed the base of his cock, and licked a long stripe up it, and Karl inhaled sharply, as he tried to pay attention to the girl’s answers. “Be good.” Y/N whispered, “What was that?” Austin asked, and Karl looked around, “What was what?” He asked acting confused, “Oh sorry about that. I am watching Youtube.” Boze said, and Karl felt his entire body relax when he realized they didn’t hear Y/N. “Okay, Karl text me the three people you want in the bottom three,” Austin said, and Karl nodded not trusting his voice at the moment. Quickly typing out random people, not really caring about this anymore as his attention was now on his girlfriend. Y/N now wrapped her lips around the tip of his cock, swirling her tongue around it.

Karl bit his lip holding back the sinful sound that wanted to escape, and his face grew red quickly. “Karl are you sure you are okay? You seem really red.” Austin said, obviously concerned for him. “You might be sick,” Minx spoke up, as she looked at him genuinely worried. Y/N pinched his inner thigh motioning for him to answer as she finally put his entire length in her mouth. “I-I am feeling bit woozy, could we re-fuck-schedule?” He quickly rushed out hoping they didn’t hear the ‘fuck’ that he whispered. “Yeah, let’s do it whenever you’re free. Sorry guys, Karl is feeling sick so we will reschedule.” Austin said as everyone left one by one. The first to leave however was Karl, he never clicked the left button in his life. “God, you’re so in for it tonight.” He said, his entire face flushed red.

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[dreamescapeswriting]

Guardian Angel ~ JJK [Request]

WORD COUNT: 3.7K

PAIRING: Jungkook x Reader

GENRE: College AU, enemies to lovers, bully to lover, Tsundere bully to lover

A.N: Thank you so much for the creative freedom hunny and I hope that this is okay for you

WARNINGS: MENTIONS OF PHYSICAL VIOLENCE BETWEEN READER AND ANOTHER CHARACTER IN THE FIC

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Running late as always you pushed the door open to your Criminology class where everyone turned to stare at you, nothing new about that. They always stared. But you didn't bother to question why they were staring this time, it was normally because you were late or that they just simply wanted to make you uncomfortable. It was obvious that no one seemed to like you, not even the tutor that taught the class. The door opened again behind you and before you even had a chance to move a voice rang out loudly causing more people to look up,

"Move, dweeb." You shuffled to the side letting him go by and you felt your stomach churn as you saw him. Dressed in his usual leather jacket, biking gloves and black jeans he sauntered across the floor towards his desk. His long black hair was thrown into a bun as he mumbled asking people to move as he got to his row. Girls staring the entire time as he dragged the chair out and sat down, making as much noise as possible because he loved the attention he got. 

"Jeon Jungkook. Reason for being late?" Your tutor questioned as you slowly made your way over to your desk, mentally thanking Jungkook's power to take attention away from everyone else so that you could get away with being late. 

"Bike broke down on the way. Stopped to fix it." He murmured as he began taking out his book from his bag, waiting for the class to continue on. As if that was a valid excuse the tutor nodded turning her attention to you as she remembered that you were late. Her hands rested on her hips as she tapped her foot staring at you, her long blond hair was left down and she wore a black pencil skirt with a white dress shirt, the top buttons open so that she could show off her fake tits. 

"Miss Y/l/n." A coldness ran through your body as you realised you weren't out of the woods yet and you were about to get punished for being late. If it wasn't bad enough you were already late because you'd slept through all of your alarms you knew you were going to end up late for work that night because being late with Miss Nolty always meant detention.

"Give me an excuse, which is it this time? Your dog turned off your alarm, your roommate locked you out? You couldn't find the room..." You ignored the tutor as you kept your head down, the entire class of around 30 students all joining in with her but Jungkook watched as he could sense you were growing uncomfortable. Blood boiling as he watched everyone laughing along, coming up with more excuses he sighed to himself, slamming his hand onto the table gaining the attention of the girl sitting beside him who was trying to study.

"She was with me." Heads shot over in Jungkook's direction as he stared at the tutor who looked heartbroken at the mere thought of you being alone with Jungkook. It was no secret that the college tutor had her way when it came to male students, sleeping with anyone she found attractive. Miss Nolty folded her hands over her chest covering herself up for the first time ever,

"With you?" The tutor questioned as she turned all of her attention back onto him, the atmosphere in the room seemed to change as everyone seemed shocked to learn Jungkook had been with you. The girls in your glass began glaring at you while the guys all seemed to smirk with one another, staring over at you with hunger in their eyes.

"Well...I'll see you both in detention tonight. Tardiness is not tolerated in my classroom." She snapped at Jungkook, ranting on about how this would never work in a workplace but you drowned her out, doing independent studying from the book that was in front of you. 

Why did Jungkook have to do that? He hated you more than anyone else in the course did so why did he feel the need to suddenly stand up for you in front of the tutor and everyone in the classroom. He'd probably just made your life ten times worse than it already way in the course. 

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"So...Are you fucking him?" A voice whispered from the left side of you, glancing over you saw one of the jocks staring at you and chewing on some gum. He was wearing a large hoodie with the college logo on the front, his hair was receding at the front and it looked as though he'd probably be bald before he turned 30.

"What? Who?" You frowned forgetting for a moment what Jungkook had said as you looked at the jock, you didn't even know his name and you were pretty sure he didn't know yours either.  

"Guk. Are you fucking him?" You laughed at him turning your head away as you shook it violently, there was nothing on this planet that would make you even want to be nice to Jungkook never mind sleep with him. 

You'd lived beside him for years and he'd always been a dick to you, throughout high school and college. You were pretty sure he'd only joined the Criminology course just so that he could torture for a few more years, everything was some sort of sick and twisted game to him.

"So...You're not? You're single?" A bell went off inside of you as you could sense where this conversation was going to go, he was going to ask you out and it was going to be some kind of prank so you ignored him trying to keep your eyes on the page. 

"I just...I need someone to study with and I don't want to ask anyone else." He continued to whisper watching you the entire time, normally you were great at blocking everyone out but today you couldn't. 

"I'll never bother you again...It's just for the test?" Biting down on your lip you suddenly turned to look at him, tears threatening to well up in your eyes but you didn't let them. 

"Why? So you can show up with all of your friends and laugh at me? Or are you just going to not come and laugh about it the next day?" Something broke inside of you as you snapped at him, ignoring the strange looks you were gaining from those around you. 

"Or did Jungkook put you up to it?" You shook your head laughing at the thought of it but the guy shook his head, 

"No. I'm in serious need of help...Please, I know you work at Jo's. I can meet you there?" The desperation in his voice was hard to fake so you nodded at him, agreeing that you'd meet him there. 

"I have a shift. I finish at 6 tonight." You mumbled before going back to reading from the book as the guy slid a piece of paper in front of you. 

Seongwa 07387178916 in case I'm late x

Sliding it into your book you tried to ignore the kiss on the end and focus on your reading instead of the panic that was bubbling up inside of you about that night.

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"The apron looks cute," Seongwa said as you sat down across from him in one of the booths, you looked down at your uniform and gave him a fake smile. The uniform was too revealing for your liking, a short dress combo with a pink frilly apron to tie it all together with. 

"It's gross and misogynistic." You grumbled taking out your book from your bag and flipping it open to the chapter the test was going to be on. All about serial killers and their upbringing, it was a debate based on if serial killers could be caught in their youth, which signs could help determine them. 

"I was just struggling with some of the terms, I know that frequently they're bed wetters from bad homes but what else?" He questioned watching you as your eyes skimmed over the book in front of you. 

As you were about to answer him the door opened in the store and Jungkook walked in, you saw him walking over to the table and order a drink. The same drink he got every time he came into the small diner you worked it, not that he ever came in when you were working. Only when you'd finished a shift, you'd catch him as you were leaving. 

"There are many different factors, bedwetting and bad home lives are the main ones but not everyone with those turns out to be a murderer." You mumbled as you ran your highlighter over a section of the book he could use, 

"It has all of the factors that most of the killers share." You pushed the book in front of him and he began reading, or at least you thought he was reading. 

"Look what we have," A voice called out making you look up from your phone, standing at your table was one of the girls in your class. Like Miss Nolty she had a large crush on Jungkook so you knew what was going to happen and you prepared yourself for the endless bombard of insults that were about to get thrown at you.

"The little slut going through the whole class," She smirked looking at you, Yeji, she was popular and pretty and bitchy. Everything that added up to a high school cliche. 

"Why are you sitting with my boyfriend?" She questioned as she sat down on Seongwa's lap, you looked down at the paper not wanting to make eye contact with her in case she suddenly turned you into stone. 

"He asked for help-"

"Babe. I was sitting here and she came up to me, like you said she's a stalker creep." Your heart dropped to the pit of your stomach as Seongwa spoke about you like that, 

"H-He asked for help studying, I was helping-" A stinging sensation raced across your face as you hissed out, holding your hand up to your cheek shocked that Yeji had slapped you like that or even slapped anyone like that. 

"That looked like it stung, here...Let me cool it down for you." Her voice was filled with fake pitty as she picked up a milkshake from the table beside yours and began slowly pouring it down onto your head and uniform. Everyone in the diner stood by and watched doing nothing as she smirked at you, 

"You have a little something," She threw a napkin at you and began giggling as Seongwa laughed loudly, snapping photos for everyone to see. You never should have agreed t helping him, you knew from the start that something was wrong with him suddenly asking you to help.

"What are you doing?" Jungkook's voice asked as he stood beside the table but no one turned to look at him, you just kept your head down as the milkshake seeped into your apron not daring to move in case he was in on it too. 

"Hey! I'm talking to you dumbass, what do you think you're doing?" Jungkook sounded beyond angry as he stared down at the guy beside you, Seongwa turned to look at Jungkook and scoffed, 

"What does it look like? We're having fun." He laughed loudly as Yeji got off his lap, running her fingers up and down Jungkook's clothed chest. 

"Come on, it's funny Guky. We're playing your favourite game. Torture the loser," She laughed loudly but he took her wrist in his hand, moving it off him before moving her away from him completely as he turned to look at Seongwa who was still laughing. 

"It's not fucking funny," He growled making you look up in surprise, your heart beating rapidly against your chest as he stood up for you for the second time that day. 

"You gotta admit it is, look-" Seongwa's hand was pulled away from you as he went to point and he was dragged from his seat by an angry Jungkook.

"Get away from her," It was a warning this time as he shoved Seongwa in the direction of the exit, 

"Whoa, man! What's your fucking problem?!" He yelled out watching as Jungkook picked up his book and threw it down by his feet, ignoring everyone who was turning to stare at what was happening in the diner. 

"Do I need to explain my reasoning? Get the fuck away from her," Jungkook's eyes seemed to darken as he stared at Seongwa who started laughing even harder,

"Ooooo, do you like her? Do you want to kiss her?" Within seconds Seongwa was pushed against the wall while Jungkook held onto the lapels of his jacket, forcing him against the wall as he spoke in a harsh tone.

"She's mine to tease, she belongs to me." He spat as he looked at a terrified Seongwa, his eyes widened with fear as he nodded dramatically. 

"I'm the only one allowed to tease her...Do I make myself fucking clear?" Once Seongwa nodded Jungkook dropped him, watching the boy scramble to pick up his things before leaving the diner with Yeji trailing behind him.

"Fucking idiot, it's a good thing I came when I found out he'd asked for help. What kind of dumbass are you? Why do something like this?" He gestured towards all of the notes that were now ruined and covered in the milkshake that had splattered onto you. 

"I'm always picking you up when bad shit happens," He groaned as he watched you trying to wipe off as much of the milkshake as humanly possible still not speaking a word to him. There was no way for you to tell if this was still part of what Seongwa had planned or if he was being genuine. 

"Do you have any spare clothes?" He sighed as he realised you were going to have to go home to your dorms covered in the milkshake, you shook your head. 

"No." Simple answeres was going to get you through the meeting with him, he began rooting through the bag he had with him.

"What's their deal? Why do they hate you so much?" You stared at Jungkook not knowing if you should laugh or cry at his questions. 

"Why do you care?" Jungkook held up a hoodie from inside of his bag, a black one with some shorts he owned. 

"I don't. Nobody else is allowed to treat you like that, only I'm allowed," He shoved the clothes into your hand being careful not to hit the milkshake parts of you. 

"Why?" You questioned again.

"Because you need clothes to travel home in. I'm not letting you get onto my bike in that," He gestured to the messed up outfit and you shook your head, 

"I'm already home. I stay here...But I meant why do you get to be the only one that bullies me?" It felt strange to be having a conversation with him after all of these years, 

"Because I know when to stop. What do you mean you stay here? You have a dorm..." You stared at him wondering what kind of simple-minded answer that was. It was stupid but as you came to think of it all those years Jungkook had bullied you not once did he go too far and make you cry like everyone else had but it didn't justify anything.

"Why are you staying here?" He asked as he waited for you to answer, you'd just gotten changed into the clothes he'd given to you and came out of the bathroom.

"My roommates locked me out, I've been staying on the sofa in the basement," You admitted as you realised he wasn't going to drop it until he got all of the answers out of you, 

"Is that why you've been so late lately?" You nodded at him putting your clothes into a laundry basket with the rest of your dirty clothes, you needed to find a laundromat somewhere.

"Why do you let people treat you like that?"

"Why do you treat me like that? Why do you hate me?!" You countered back at him snapping at little raising an eyebrow as you waited for him to answer the question this time.

"You're always doing something fucking dumb, always getting into trouble you're a magnet for it!" He yelled out as he grabbed the keys for his bike and your hand, pulling you towards the exit of the diner.

"What are you doing?" You questioned as he kept pulling you out of the door and towards his bike. Sitting there was a large black motorbike that looked expensive, 

"You're not staying on a sofa when I have a perfectly good spare room." He grumbled as he opened the seat to get the helmet out of it, 

"Put it on before you hurt yourself." He handed you a black helmet but you made no attempt to put it on. 

"Here," He placed it onto your head, strapping it on tightly enough so that it wouldn't come off, 

"I don't need your clumsy ass hurting yourself," He mumbled as he sat you on the bike, sitting in front of you and wrapping your arms around his waist. 

"Hold on tight." That was the last thing he mumbled before he began driving off.

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"I'll make some tea," Jungkook's dorm was nothing how you had expected it to be, you thought it would be dark but it was bright. White walls with white furniture and photos everywhere of his family, you knew his mother so you recognised her face in the photographs. You stayed silent as he bought you a cup of tea to the coffee table in his living room, you had no idea what to say to him or why you had even gone along with him in the first place. 

"All I could think about was hitting him, no one should treat you like that! It bothers me so much when everyone does it in class," Staring at him in shock you wondered why it bothered him so much when all of these years he'd been doing the same thing. 

"Why?" He stared at you as he frowned, did you really not see everything he had been doing to protect you?

"You're mine. No one gets to treat you like that...Ever." It confused you even more as you stared back at him, 

"You do the same thing. You've bullied me for years." You shook your head at him and he sighed, 

"There's a difference...I know when you stop when you've had enough...I do it because I know your boundaries." Only more confusion set in as he admitted it to you, it didn't make up for anything he had said or done over the years. 

"I've always looked out for you though...Like when it snowed and I drove you home. Or when you had that cold and I brought you medicine...I always made sure you had notes in class." It was true but he still did it while calling you mean names or being rude about it. 

"Is anyone else bothering you? I have to know who and what they're doing so I can stop them." That was when it hit you, he was being protective in a mean way. He was acting like all of those rude Tsundere anime boys you saw in manga and shows. 

"You're being...Protective?" You questioned as you stared at him, he locked eyes with you not saying anything,

"You're worried about me?" You asked again as you waited for him to say something else but he got up in a rush, almost hitting the coffee table and spilling the tea. 

"It's your fault I get like this! It's your fault I get so worried and protective over you!" He yelled out as he began pacing around the floor, your eyes on him the whole time as you waited for him to say something else. 

"Those big eyes, that smile that always makes me smile even when you're driving me nuts and being so god damn annoying!" He stopped still and stared at you, 

"What are you talking about?" Everything felt as though it was getting too much to handle but you had to know why he did this, why he had done all of this over the years and why he was still so protective over you now. 

"I had to keep annoying you and bullying you otherwise I was going to start thinking about how much I loved you...How much I wanted you." Blinking you stared at him now knowing what to say in response to him. 

"Loved?" Was the only thing that seemed to be coming out of your mouth staring back at him, 

"It's your fault." You laughed softly as he passed the blame onto you as if it was something you had to do with, it was his feelings, not yours. 

"Which is why you're going to stay here so I can look after you. Make you get to work and class okay...Make sure you're okay-" He stopped speaking when you smashed your lips against his, wrapping your arms around the back of his neck as you finally kissed him after all these years. The long awaiting build up making your stomach flip and sparks fly as you finally kissed one another. Jungkook wrapped his arms around your waist, picking you up so he could finally hold you close to his body. 

"I love you dumbass," He mumbled against your lips as you nodded at him, 

"I love you too, cunt." You bit down on his lip before kissing him once again, wrapping your arms around the back of his neck as you leant into him.

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Sitting beside him in class the next day was nerve-wracking, he had his arm around your shoulder glaring at anyone that was staring at the two of you for more than he approved of. Not everything was perfect between the two of you and it was going to take some time to get used to him being kind of nice to you all of a sudden but there was no denying your feelings for one another. Besides, he was like your guardian angel.

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[eminems-skittles]

safe place [aaron hotchner x reader]

aaron hotchner x fem!reader warnings: mentions of a break in word count: 2.8k

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The team had finally had a weekend off. They had just finished a case in Montana that wasn't terribly difficult but sure did wear out the team. The unsub turned out to be the local detective and he wasn't necessarily the sneakiest serial killer they had come across. The BAU team was only in the small town for less than a week. Spencer and Y/N had been the ones to figure out the detective was guilty. The team had arrested him and within the hour they were on their way back home. They had just walked into the bullpen when Y/N got a text from her roommate, Lila.

Hey I won't be home, I'm going to be at Michael's tonight. Hope the case went well!

Kisses!

She sighed, catching the attention of a few of the profilers, before texting her back.

Okay! See you tomorrow? Don't forget to use protection ;) Case went well, very tired.

  She set her phone down, a frown settling on her face. By then, it was only her, Hotch, and Spencer left at the office. Hotch was sitting in his office, most likely finishing up the paperwork for the case. Spencer was sitting at his desk, reading some book that Y/N couldn't read the title of. Y/N was packing her stuff up and making sure her desk was organized for Monday, really just creating a reason not to go back to apartment just yet. After a few minutes of silence in the bullpen, the sound of a door opening caught both Spencer and Y/N's attention, their gazes shifting up to Hotch's office.

   "What are you two still doing here?" Hotch asked, descending the stairs, not even looking up from the folder in his hand.

   "Well, I'm reading, waiting for Y/N so we can walk down to the garage together. And Y/N is putting off going home. I'm not entirely sure why, but she's been frowning since she texted someone, most likely her roommate. And if my memory is correct, which it is because I have an eidetic memory, her roommate has a boyfriend. So my conclusion is that her roommate is at her boyfriend's house, and Y/N is scared to be at her apartment by herself," Reid finished, not bothering to look up from his book. 'What is it with these two and not looking up when talking to people,' Y/N thought. She felt kind of bad, she didn't know Spencer was waiting for her.

   "Hey! I thought we agreed to not profile each other!" Y/N exclaimed, her cheeks were dusted with a pink tinge. "And I'm not scared, I just don't like to be alone at my house. It gives me the creeps.. And it's hard to want to be alone with what we do." Hotch smiled at her slightly, before turning his attention back to the paper.

  "Y/L/N, go home, okay? You did a lot of work this case and you need a break. And if something does happen to scare you or if you don't want to be alone, you can call someone on the team okay? I'm sure no one will mind keeping you company tonight," Hotch said, putting the folder in the file basket near Morgan's desk.

  "Yes sir," Y/N replied nodding her head.

  "Reid, make sure she gets to her car okay. I'll see you both on Monday," Hotch said, nodding his head before making his way back to his office.

   "You heard the man, let's go," Spencer said, slinging his messenger bag over his shoulder. He stood next to Y/N's desk with his hands in his pockets. "So do you have any plans this weekend?" He asked, making conversation before they got to the. Spencer and Y/N were best friends, they knew everything about each other.

    "Not really, Lila and I were planning on going to the mall tomorrow but I don't think that's going to happen," Y/N explained. "What about you?"

    "Not much planned, I'm going to the D.C. chess championship," he replied. "So are you going to invite Hotch over tonight?" Spencer was wiggling his eyebrows. Y/N swatted at his shoulder.

   "Why would I do that?" Y/N questioned. Spencer knew about Y/N's crush on their boss, and he made sure to tease her about it every chance he got.

   "I don't know maybe because he basically told you to call him if you get scared tonight," he deadpanned. "He said, and I quote,'And if something does happen to scare you or you don't want to be alone, you can call someone on the team okay? I'm sure no one will mind keeping you company tonight.' Read between the lines, Y/N. He wants you to call him if you're scared!"

   "Spence, that's ridiculous. He was just reassuring me that if I needed anyone, the team would have my back." She tried convincing him, but really she was convincing herself. They had gotten off the elevator and were now making their way to Y/N's car.

    "Y/N, he knows that if you were scared or didn't want to be alone, you would call me or Em," he started, "There is no reason for him to say you can call the team." Y/N dug in her purse for her keys, before unlocking her car.

   "If you say so, Spence. Are you taking the train or do you want a ride?" Y/N asked. She hated when Spencer took the train at night, always fearing the worst.

   "If its fine with you, I'm leaning towards a ride home tonight, the train has been sketchy lately." Spencer said, already hopping into the passenger seat. "Seriously, he wants you to call him. Everyone can see he likes you back."

   "Are we back in middle school?" Y/N laughed. She started the car and drove out of the parking garage. "Believe me, if I had to, I'd call him. But he has Jack, doesn't he? I can't make him leave Jack just because I'm scared of the dark."

  "Normally, yes, he would have Jack but lucky for you, I know something you don't," Spencer said in a singsong tone. "Jack is on an overnight trip with his school this weekend."

  "And how do you know?" Y/N asked. She already knew what Spencer was going to say.

   "Eidetic Memory," they both said at the same time. They switched the subject to the current book they were reading. Spencer and Y/N often read the same book, Spencer reading the book 10 times through before Y/N read it once. The conversation lasted until they got to Spencer's apartment.

   "Thanks for the ride. Let me know when you get home okay?" Spencer said as he got out of the car.

   "I will. See you Monday!" Y/N said as Spencer waved goodbye. She drove off and headed to her apartment. The drive to apartment was filled with loud music. When she got to her apartment, she parked in her spot, and made her way up to her apartment.

  She sent Spencer a text to let him know she made it home before she set her bags down by the front door. Y/N made her way into the kitchen, grabbing a bottle of water from the fridge. She chugged it before heading to the bathroom, passing her bedroom on the way. Something caught her eye as she walked by the room. Her window was open. That was weird to Y/N because she rarely opened her bedroom window. She held her breath, not daring to go into the room. She immediately walked away from the room into the bathroom, locking the door. She felt like she couldn't breathe. Was there someone in the house with her?

Hey Lila, did you by any chance open my window? No worries if you did, it was just open when I got home.

Lila texted back within a minute.

I haven't been in your room since last week. Maybe you left it open when you left for your case?

Y/N was definitely freaking out now. If Lila didn't open it then who did? Y/N was beginning to freak out, mentally cursing herself for leaving her gun in the other room. She thought back to what Hotch said before they left, and before she even thought about it, she was dialing his number. It rang once before he answered.

  "Hotchner," he said, his signature greeting calming Y/N down for a spilt second.

   "Hey Hotch, it's Y/L/N, sorry for bothering you so late," Y/N said, her voice shaking slightly, but Hotch didn't pick up on it.

   "I know, Y/L/N, I have Caller I.D.," he said, laughing lightly. "Is everything okay?"

   "Well, earlier you said to call someone on the team if I got scared or if I didn't want to be alone. So I'm taking you up on it," her voice was shaking noticeably now. "When I got home my bedroom window was open. And when I asked my roommate if she opened it, she said she hadn't been in my room since before the case."

   "Where are you right now?" Hotch said, his voice laced with concern.

  "I locked myself in my bathroom. But my gun is out in the living room," Y/N said. "Hotch, I'm scared." she whispered the last part.

  "It's going to be okay Y/N," his voice was soft. "Stay where you are, I'll be there in 10 minutes."

  "Okay," she whispered. Suddenly, Y/N heard footsteps near the bathroom door. "Hotch, there's someone here. I just heard footsteps outside the door." Tears were flowing down her cheeks. She had helped people get out of this situation hundreds of times, yet she had never been on the other end of it.

  "It's going to be okay, Y/N. I'm on my way. Stay on the phone with me," Hotch said, calmly. "Do you hear anything right now?"

  "N-N-Not right now. The light in the hallway just shut off though." she said, whimpering. She heard faint car horns in through the phone.

  "How close are you to the front door?" Hotch asked. He was almost there.

  "Right next to it, b-b-but I can't get out. I think they are right outside the door," she was struggling to stay quiet.

  "I'm right outside. I'm going to knock on the door, let me know if there's any movement. If there isn't, then I am going to open the door with the key you gave me. Stay put until I knock on the bathroom door." Hotch said, quietly and slowly. Everyone on the team made copies of their keys for the other members of the team in case something like this had happened.

 "Okay," Y/N said, nodding her head and wiping tears away. Soon, she heard three loud knocks on the front door, immediately followed by a rush of footsteps that sounded like they were running to Y/N's room. "Hotch, they ran to my room. They might be going out the window."

 "Alright, I'm coming in. I'm going to check the whole apartment before I come get you. It'll be okay." Hotch said, before opening the door quietly. He walked slowly through the apartment, checking in Lila's bedroom, then Y/N's bedroom, clearing them both, then checking the closets, living room, and kitchen. He made his way to the bathroom, knocking before calling out Y/N's name softly. He heard shuffling, before Y/N unlocked the door, revealing her tear-stained face. Mascara was streaming down her face, and Hotch noticed she was still in the clothes she wore to work. Immediately, Y/N launched herself into Hotch's arms, her arms going around his neck, her legs going around his waist. Hotch didn't even flinch, his arms just wrapped around her small figure, holding her to his chest.

  As Y/N cried into his neck, Hotch rubbed her back with one of his hands. "Shh-shh-shh. It's okay, no one is here anymore. It's just you and me," he whispered, before kissing the side of her head. "Why don't we go sit on the couch?" Y/N nodded her head, expecting Hotch to put her down. Instead, Hotch just started walking to the living room, sitting down on the couch, but never letting go of her or moving her off of him. "Y/N, can I ask you something?" Hotch asked, softly.

   "Sure," Y/N said moving her head so she could look at him. He looked worried, and nervous.

   "Why did you call me? You could have called Spencer, but you called me," Hotch inquired, looking Y/N in the eyes. He couldn't believe that even with tears in her eyes, they were still the prettiest eyes that he had ever seen. He swore he almost stopped breathing when Y/N jumped into his arms.

   "I, uh, I don't know. I just thought about what you said earlier and I dialed your number without thinking. It was just instinct," she paused, thinking if she should actually say what she was thinking. "I called you because you make me feel safe. You're my safe place." She had shifted her gaze down, her cheeks burning at her admission. Hotch pushed her chin up with his finger, his eyes staying focused on her face.

  "I'm glad you called me, Y/N," he said, moving his hand so that his thumb was rubbing her cheek. She leaned into his touch, smiling at him. She blushed again when she realized not only was she sitting on Hotch's lap, but that she was sitting on her boss's lap. "Y/N can I tell you something?" Y/N nodded, wanting to say yes but she didn't trust her voice. "I think I love you, Y/N. You're all I think about, and I know this is unprofessional given I am your boss. But if you are willingly, I'd love to be your safe place for as long as you'd let me."

  "Hotch, I think I love you too," Y/N said, not breaking eye contact with Hotch. He leaned forward, and met her in the middle. The kiss lasted a few minutes before they pulled away from each other, their foreheads resting together. "Can you stay the night tonight? I don't want to be here by myself."

  "Of course, Y/N." Hotch smiled, bringing his arms around her waist. He kissed her cheek. "And Y/N?"

  "Hmm?"

  "You can call me Aaron, you don't have to keep calling me Hotch," Hotch said, a smile evident on his face.

  "Umm, I don't think so. Aaron sounds weird, Hotch sounds normal," Y/N said with a giant smile on her face before kissing him again.

   "Oh yeah?" he laughed into the kiss. "I guess Hotch is fine too."

   "Thank you for coming to the rescue tonight," Y/N said, putting her hands on Hotch's biceps.

   "You're welcome, my love." Hotch replied, kissing her forehead.

   "'My love'... I like that." Y/N teased. "Will we tell the team or keep it to ourselves?"

   "I want you and Jack to meet before we tell the team, if that's okay with you?" He seemed nervous asking her.

   "You-You want me to meet Jack?" Hotch nodded, worried that Y/N didn't want to meet him. "Oh, love, I would love to!" she smiled up at Hotch, whose worry melted away. "Do you want to watch a movie?" Hotch agreed before he repositioned them so that Y/N was laying in front of Hotch, with Hotch's arm draped across her waist and the other under her head. They picked some random movie that Netflix suggested but during the movie, Y/N fell asleep. She turned to face Hotch, pressing herself into his chest. Hotch moved his head to give her a small kiss on the head, before shutting the TV off. He moved to stand up, causing Y/N to wake up.

    "Where you going?" She asked, her voice was laced with sleep.

    "I'm not going anywhere, I was just gonna bring you to your room so we didn't have to sleep on the couch. Is that okay?" He asked, kneeling by the couch to brush some hair out of her face.

   "Mhmm," she said before drifting off to sleep again. Hotch smiled before picking her up and bringing her to her room. He laid her down on the bed before sliding in bed next to her. She curled up into his side, causing his arms to wrap around her again. "Goodnight, love" she mumbled, before shutting her eyes.

  "Wait, Y/N, this is your room right?" Hotch asked, the realization hitting him that he had never been in your apartment before.

   "Mhmm, Lila's room has the green bedding." Y/N said, her voice trailed off as the end.

   "Y/N...this is the room with green bedding," Hotch said with a smile on his face.

   "Eh it's fine, I'll just text Lila in the morning. Now come on, mister, time for bed,"Y/N said, her hand reaching across his chest. He laughed before settling in to sleep for the night.

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