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koiiiiijiii · 1 month

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windbreaker characters & their perverted, nasty habits pt.3 (last one)

tw : sexual topics, somnophilia, darcryphillia, bondage, hard dom, power play, mastirbation (m! receiving)

incl. : sung kwon, juhwan, hyouma, ryohei, mahon (honorable mention of kazuma and sangho🤭)

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sung kwon - somnophilia

he likes when you stay at his place, especially when you wear his clothes and fall asleep during watching movies. you look so cute, snuggling into blankets and pillows, in weak warm lights of lamp near his bed and lights from tv. his shirt on you is pulled up, revealing a perfect view of your ass and tummy. as usual, you pulled one leg higher and stretched yourself on pillows. it always seems so sexy to sung, you are relaxed and calm in your sleep, bonus points if you open your mouth sweetly and your lips look even more attractive and welcoming. and sung being good boyfriend he is, don’t want to wake you up from your sleep, but that last scene from movie was too hot, and your position look too sexy and welcoming, he can easily extend his hand to your tummy and then directly in your panties, while rubbing his hips on your ass. and he always growl harder when he hears your sleepy moan. he likes to slowly pulling down your panties, trying not to wake you up, slowly rubbing your bare pussy with his big palm, then use only two fingers to find your clit, to make you even more wet, while his chest pressed against your spine, and his head in the crook of your neck and shoulder, listening to all your small, sleepy moans. sung likes to slowly pulling his dick in your wet crack and trying his best to be gentle and quiet, but gosh you squeezing him so tight and warm that he loses himself and end up waking you up with enormous thrusts and a low growls. another his favorite thing - wake you up with his tongue between your legs. sung is master of using his tongue especially when it comes to your pleasure.

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juhwan - nursing handjob

there was something about the way you sat on the side of the bed, squeezing his cock in your hand while he payed extra attention to your boobs, sucking and squeezing them desperately. juhwan doesn’t care about your boobs size, they can be big, small, different forms, he doesn’t care, as long as he can suck them, while looking up at you, while you slowly jerk his dick off. bonus points would be practicing - if you tell him what a good boy he is, juhwan would moan more desperately and push his hips faster. as many warm words he hears as closer he is to cum.

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hyouma - power play/dacryphillia

everything is simple - he is huge and he knows it. and he knows you enjoy it. the fact is that he actually enjoy tower over you, making you feel smaller and weaker, it boosts his ego. when you have sex hyouma almost never have a mercy for you, until you say safe word. of course he spent some time to properly prepare you, but as soon as your first orgasm from his tongue and fingers hits you, be prepared to be hummered into the mattress with monstrous power. but hyouma have his moods sometimes, so he can make you stand up and fuck you from behind, holding your hands behind your back, while he can see your sweet, tear-stained -from overstimulation- face in the mirror and feel how your legs start to tremble with each strong thrust. if you start whimpering that your legs are shaking too much and you can't stand anymore, he will hold your body by wrapping one arm around your waist and putting the other onto your shoulder, forcing you to slam on his dick harder. or in this position he may let go of your hands to grab your hips so hard, that there will be traces of his fingers on your smooth, soft skin. or if you in bed in missionary position and he push your knees almost to your head. hyouma enjoy to lean on you with all his weight, making you feel how helpless you really are in this situation. he can’t explain it, he just feels feral during the sex and sometimes get lost in his pleasure, but the second you say safe word he will stop.

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ryohei - bondage

he enjoy control, and it spreads to your bedroom as well, same to his fetishes. he also capable to find and admire beauty in everything, and he find red ropes over your body really beautiful. the way how it squishes your body in places, how it provides all control over you to him, and how ropes leaves red and pink traces on your body. he likes to set intimate atmosphere in your bedroom with warm, dim lights, maybe some overpriced wine - just to set some mood. honestly, i think he enjoys the process of putting ropes over you more then actual sex, the idea that you trust him so much to let him tie you up during such emotional moment as sex is fascinates him. ryohei is service dom, so ropes maybe a little bit too tight, but all your other wishes is a command to him - he controls you physically now, but you have his mind, heart and soul, and the moment of sex he considers as an equal action - you both sacrifice something, give something to each other to receive something in return. for ryohei sex is a very sensual and emotional state, so he will do everything for his partner, and will expect the same return in return.

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mahon jo - cuckold

seriously, you can’t say that he wouldn’t enjoy seeing you fucked by kazuma or sangho in gym during one of their trainings. and if in case with kazuma it would be more like a threesome, caring, sensual and sweet, as kazuma accept that mahon was a sun who shine, and three of you shared romantic feelings towards each other, and you would be first ones with whom mahon learned that he actually enjoyed watching as his lover being fucked by someone else. as i said all three of you would be emotionally close to each other and during sex it would stay the same - kazuma is really sensual and passionate lover, so he would give the whole show to mahon by slowly undressing you, kissing you passionately, touching you in all right places, while making you look into mahon eyes and price both you and mahon. with sangho its whole different story. it would be more like sangho would fuck you from behind, making mahon look at two of you, not letting him touch you, or comfort you while he hummering his hard dick into your plushy pussy. mahon was fully aware that sangho was jealous over the fact he was better in cycling, but he hadn’t even thought about that sangho was jealous about you, such a sweet girlfriend mahon had, always coming on their competitions to cheer mahon’s team up. and mahon would lie if he would say that he don’t like sight of you under his teammate bending over some exercise equipment with your skirt up.

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juhwan part was kinda short😭😭

and i tried to make ryohei all romantic and passionate during the sex.

ed. writing it half asleep so don’t hesitate to point on mistakes💗🎀🩰🫧

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dialoguestetatet · 2 months

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Windbreaker characters (separate)

Can you buy me pads

Takeda Kaneshiro; Noah Austin; Vinny Hong (Hong Yoo Bin); Deokbong Kim (Monster); Wooin; Shelly Scott; Gyuchan (Monster crew); June (Junsu Lee); Sangho Choi; Hyeok Gwon; Owen Knight; Minu Yoon; Ryohei; Sung Kwon; Hajun (Joker); Harry Shepherd; Dom Kang; Hwangyeon Choi

masterlist

Why does it look like they're texting each other? 😭 I tried to include as many characters as possible 😥

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spinalcordqueen · 3 months

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....oh my god

#windbreaker #sung

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sgnjimmy · 1 year

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✓ 𝑀𝑎𝑠𝑡𝑒𝑟𝑙𝑖𝑠𝑡 — [��𝐠𝐧𝐣𝐢𝐦𝐦𝐲].

☞ 𝚠𝚒𝚗𝚍 𝚋𝚛𝚎𝚊𝚔𝚎𝚛

# 𝐕𝐈𝐍𝐍𝐘 𝐇𝐎𝐍𝐆:

— 𝑰𝒇 𝒊 𝒘𝒂𝒔 𝒚𝒐𝒖𝒓 𝒃𝒐𝒚𝒇𝒓𝒊𝒆𝒏𝒅

— 𝑰 𝒍𝒊𝒌𝒆 𝒕𝒐 𝒈𝒆𝒕 𝒊𝒕 𝒑𝒐𝒑𝒑𝒊𝒏𝒈

— 𝑶𝒉, 𝑽𝒊𝒏𝒏𝒚, 𝒚𝒐𝒖'𝒓𝒆 𝒔𝒐 𝒇𝒊𝒏𝒆

— 𝑴𝒂𝒚𝒃𝒆 𝒊 𝒋𝒖𝒔𝒕 𝒘𝒂𝒏𝒏𝒂 𝒃𝒆 𝒚𝒐𝒖𝒓𝒔

— 𝑻𝒉𝒆 𝒓𝒆𝒅 𝒎𝒆𝒂𝒏𝒔 𝒊 𝒍𝒐𝒗𝒆 𝒚𝒐𝒖

𝐶ℎ𝑖𝑙𝑑ℎ𝑜𝑜𝑑 𝑓𝑟𝑖𝑒𝑛𝑑𝑠 [𝑠𝑒𝑟𝑖𝑒𝑠]; 𝐎𝐧𝐞, 𝐓𝐰𝐨, 𝐓𝐡𝐫𝐞𝐞, 𝐅𝐨𝐮𝐫.

# 𝐒𝐔𝐍𝐆 𝐊𝐖𝐎𝐍:

— 𝑰 𝒘𝒂𝒏𝒏𝒂 𝒃𝒆 𝒔𝒂𝒗𝒆𝒅

# 𝐒𝐇𝐄𝐋𝐋𝐘 𝐒𝐂𝐎𝐓𝐓:

— 𝑫𝒐 𝒚𝒐𝒖 𝒉𝒂𝒗𝒆 𝒂 𝒈𝒊𝒓𝒍, 𝒊 𝒅𝒐𝒏'𝒕 𝒔𝒆𝒆 𝒂 𝒓𝒊𝒏𝒈 𝒐𝒏 𝒚𝒐𝒖𝒓 𝒇𝒊𝒏𝒈𝒆𝒓

# 𝐉𝐀𝐘 𝐉𝐎:

— 𝒑𝒓𝒐𝒎𝒑𝒕 [06,09]

# 𝐉𝐎𝐊𝐄𝐑:

— 𝑻𝒉𝒆 𝒃𝒐𝒚'𝒔 𝒂 𝒍𝒊𝒂𝒓

— 𝒑𝒓𝒐𝒎𝒑𝒕 [07]

— 𝒀𝒐𝒖 𝒈𝒐𝒕 𝒔𝒐𝒎𝒆 𝒔𝒐𝒇𝒕 𝒍𝒊𝒑𝒔 𝒂𝒏𝒅 𝒔𝒐𝒎𝒆 𝒑𝒆𝒂𝒓𝒍𝒚 𝒘𝒉𝒊𝒕𝒆𝒔

— 𝒋𝒐𝒌𝒆𝒓 𝒘/ 𝒂 𝒄𝒓𝒖𝒔𝒉 ("𝑰 𝒏𝒆𝒗𝒆𝒓 𝒌𝒏𝒆𝒘 𝒔𝒐𝒎𝒆𝒃𝒐𝒅𝒚 𝒍𝒊𝒌𝒆 𝒚𝒐𝒖")

# 𝐎𝐖𝐄𝐍 𝐊𝐍𝐈𝐆𝐇𝐓:

— 𝑫𝒐 𝒚𝒐𝒖 𝒕𝒉𝒊𝒏𝒌 𝑰 𝒍𝒐𝒐𝒌 𝒈𝒐𝒐𝒅, 𝑴𝒓. 𝑲𝒏𝒊𝒈𝒉𝒕?

# 𝐖𝐎𝐎𝐈𝐍:

— 𝑶𝒉, 𝒄𝒂𝒓𝒂 𝒎𝒊𝒂, 𝒉𝒐𝒘 𝑰 𝒍𝒐𝒗𝒆 𝒕𝒉𝒂𝒕 𝒎𝒂𝒏

☞ 𝚕𝚘𝚘𝚔𝚒𝚜𝚖

# 𝐃𝐀𝐍𝐈𝐄𝐋 𝐏𝐀𝐑𝐊:

— 𝒑𝒓𝒐𝒎𝒑𝒕 [06]

# 𝐆𝐎𝐎 𝐊𝐈𝐌:

— 𝒑𝒓𝒐𝒎𝒑𝒕 [02 & 09]

# 𝐉𝐀𝐊𝐄 𝐊𝐈𝐌:

— 𝒑𝒓𝒐𝒎𝒑𝒕 [08]

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hinamie · 1 month

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tagged by @yuuris-hair tysm this looks fun!!!

⟡ rules : answer + tag 9 people you want to get to know better and/or catch up with!

⟡ favourite colour:

maroon and black !

⟡ last song:

insanity blue by kashii moimi feat. flower don't @ me ok it SLAPS but if u want normal music not sung by a robot then take her to the moon by waterparks ❤️

⟡ last movie:

bro i straight up do not watch movies but i did recently watch the final final part of aot which is basically the length of a feature film so

⟡ currently reading:

nothing atm because i finished a little life by hanya yanagihara like 2 weeks ago and haven't had the strength to start anything new :(( every day i think about jude :((((

⟡ currently watching:

i need to start windbreaker and bartender: kami no glass like. yesterday !!!! i will get around to it

⟡ currently craving:

i am always craving banana bread :'>

⟡ coffee or tea?:

both but i've been in a tea phase recently!!! i love you darjeeling i love you orange pekoe i love you genmaicha

tagging @kikuism @sailermoon @philosophiums @voxofthevoid @lyrebirdswrites and anyone else who wants to do this!! no pressure ofc ofc ❤️🌷

#tag game

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sungbeam · 2 years

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hi can you do mark lee with female reader and it’s frenemies to lovers? thank yu

𝘁𝗵𝗲 𝟳𝘁𝗵 𝗶𝗻𝗻𝗶𝗻𝗴

baseball player!mark x school journalist!reader

1.1k words, frenemies-ish to lovers-ish

a/n: i kinda really loved writing this 0_0 ty for ur request!!

"Hey, LN!" You barely slowed your walk to allow Mark Lee to fall into step beside you. He was holding a familiar school newspaper in his hand, with his leather mitt tucked under one arm. He was still wearing his striped jersey with the name LEE printed on the back in bold, black letters. "We need to talk."

"What about?" You asked airily, pretending to be innocent. You knew exactly what he was itching to talk to you about.

He nearly shoved the front page of the paper in your face. There was a large front cover action shot of him on the baseball field, a cute little smile on his face as he was mid-run. You thought it was a good photo of him. "What the hell is this?"

You scoffed and shoved the paper away from your face. "That's you, idiot. Self obsessed much?"

Mark rolled his eyes and continued to walk beside you down the hallway. The two of you were headed in the same direction for third period anyway. "Dude. The headline literally says 'Lets Play Ball!—Except, Can Lee Actually Play?' I mean, come on, that's just foul."

"Ha, foul." At Mark's deadpan, you cleared your throat. "Look, Mark. I don't write the headlines—"

"Yn, you're literally chief editor."

"—And I also have a lot of responsibilities regarding my specific section as well!" You walked backward toward your classroom door, shrugging helplessly. "You'll just have to live with it, I guess."

"Hey! We're not done here—!" Mark shouted after you as you slipped into your classroom, leaving him in the hallway with his disapproved headline. He might not have been done, but you definitely were. Sorry, Mark.

Na Jaemin was one of the most persuasive people you had ever met. And you knew that was safe to say because you were an immovable force. That was one of the many reasons why you were elected to a leadership position in the newspaper world—because you wouldn't be a pushover. Even if one of your friends wanted a changed headline. Cough.

But if Na Jaemin wanted to drag you to a school baseball game on one of your only free Friday nights, you would have no other choice but to let him. (Even if you had already covered the baseball team in last week's issue.) You had an idea as to who got Jaemin to do this for him, and it only got you wondering as to what Mark Lee had on Jaemin to make this favor happen.

You and Jaemin slid into the bleacher seats just as the national anthem had just finished being sung. The Neo City High School baseball team was lined up along the edge of the diamond by home plate, with this evening's opponents lined up on the opposite edge. Mark was easy to spot with his recently dyed electric blue hair that blew gently in the cool night breeze.

There was a distinct sharpness to his gaze, however, one that you were used to, but never at this intensity. Your eyes scanned the bleachers—right behind home plate sat three or four men with differing colored windbreakers and clipboards in their hands, all looking upon the players.

A thought occurred to you. Oh my god. These were university scouts.

No wonder Jaemin was so insistent on you coming. And why Mark might want you to see tonight's game in particular tonight. He usually played his best, but tonight, he would play like he was never going to be able to play again.

By the seventh inning stretch, you had a mouthful of words you wanted to say to Minhyung Lee. He was jogging over to the dugout to grab his bottle of water, and you slipped over the bleachers to meet him at the fence.

"Hey!"

Mark's head lifted and his eyes met yours. His forehead and bangs were matted in sweat, but he was aglow with fiery determination. "Hey. You came."

"Why don't you play like that every time?" He had been incredible on the field—every time he batted, he sent the ball sailing toward outer field effortlessly. Even on offense, he either caught the ball first try or made the fast pass over to a base to get the opposing player out. He was a maniac of a player out there, and you were suddenly embarrassed by your critiques in your previous issue.

And you never got embarrassed.

His brows furrowed. "The hell? What do you mean?"

You placed your hands on your hips. "Dude, you were going insane out there! That was literally the best I've ever seen baseball played ever. Like, where the hell did that even come from?"

"Heh, ever?" A stupidly boyish smirk fell over his lips and you nearly rolled his eyes. "Where are these compliments coming from, hm? What'd you do to Ln Yn?"

Now you really rolled your eyes. "I'm capable of complimenting people." Just not saying them to people's faces.

He leaned toward the fence, toward you, wagging his eyebrows. "Prove it."

"I just gave you, like, three earlier!" You protested dumbly.

"I don't seem to recall," he drawled, tapping his chin in mock thoughtfulness. "I think I'm gonna need an instant replay."

You deadpanned, lightly punching the fencing. "Whatever. Go play some more or something; you have to earn your compliments, Lee."

He opened his mouth to reply, but a shrill whistle pierced through the air to signal to the players the end of the rest time. Doyoung called Mark's name from somewhere within the dugout, and you subconsciously noted how cute he looked perking up at the sound of his name.

Mark swallowed the rest of the water in his bottle and sent you a side smile. "Thanks for coming, Yn. Seriously."

You paused, not expecting this kind of sentiment from him.

"But then again, I knew you couldn't resist coming to see me play again."

Aaaand there it was. You rolled your eyes again. "I've rescinded my compliments."

Mark's chuckle made your stomach flutter and your cheeks warm as you turned your back to him to start climbing back up the bleachers.

"Hey wait!"

You stopped, shooting him a confused look over your shoulder.

Mark was beaming up at you. "If I win this, go out with me."

You blinked. "You're up thirteen points, and it's the seventh inning—"

"Then meet me outside the locker room?"

Something about his twinkling eyes and his smooth words sent your heart into a frenzy. You could only nod your head, and watch as he jogged away with a content grin. Suffice to say, that you met him outside the locker room after the game, and the next issue of the school newspaper was headlined with a Mark-approved "Mark Lee Stays Winning".

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cultofthewyrm · 2 years

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Windbreaker by Hyun sung oh / Louie_OH

#character design #streetwear #girls with guns

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djmusicbest · 4 months

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Warm Up Essentials 2024: Bass / Club

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muznew · 4 months

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Warm Up Essentials 2024: Bass / Club

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koiiiiijiii · 3 months

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bby boy sung deserve way more attention!!

but bro looks like he have a heavy ba kind and big heart💯💯

and idk how to explain, but on this frames he look like he have some muscles, but not that dry… like he is meaty(?) but you got what im trying to say right?🫰🏻🤓

#[ ~ koi.talks🗣]#windbreaker #windbreaker webtoon #webtoon #windbreaker x reader #windbreaker headcanon #sung kwon #sung windbreaker

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sgnjimmy · 8 months

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Yo, I'm honestly wondering if anyone actually likes Sung? I'm literally in love with this bro and nobody says or writes a flying thing about him.

C'mon, my people 😭. I can't take this one for the team again.

#jimmy's stuff #sung kwon #wind breaker #windbreaker #webtoon #sung kwon x reader

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t0ori · 3 years

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Sung x reader

You were in school studying and eating y/f food when you suddenly heard some yelling outside and went to the window to see what happening outside and then you saw that it was some fight again between your school and Gunn high because of something as usual.

"So, you are the pig who said that shit? – the guy asked

"I-I’m s-sorry I-I didn't meant really I-I was just j-joking" - one of your classmate said scared as hell I mean he have all right to be

"Joking? So, you go joking about things like that huh?" - some guy with glasses said as he punched the boy

Then he looked where you were looking the guy who got punched and then you decided to go minding your own business and went to studying for the test you have tomorrow because in the afternoon you have to go work at the coffee shop

time skip after school-------

After the ring finally, ringed you went out of your classroom as fast as possible because you didn't want to be late at work but as you went out of school the dudes who were at your school earlier changed your plans a bit.

"How much did you see?" - the red haired asked

"About what?"- you asked acting like you don't know what he is talking about

"You exactly know what are he meant by that so stop acting stupid and answer"- the dude with glasses said angry

"Fine, I guess, if you really want to know then I hears some yelling from outside so I went to see what happening there then I saw that it the usual thing so I went back studying"- you said not intrude the part when the glasses dude punched the boy

"Are you sure that you only just saw that?"- the glasses dude asked

"Yes" - you said looking into his eyes to make sure he is going to believe

"Well then why did that guy said that you saw when he got the first punch?"- the red haired asked

"I don't know, probably he is blind so he couldn’t really tell that it was just a curtain" - You said as you wished that this shit finally ends

"If you say so, then sorry for bothering you"- the glasses dude said as continued - "anyway a good-looking person like you what're doing in a school like this ?"

"Um because this one is the one that close and isn't really the price isn't very high and, this is the place I got school ship from too" - you said as literally re-thought why you did say this

"Oh okay"- he said as they walked away from you and went to the guys they have moped their asses

After you saw that they finally leaved you checked the time and saw that you only have like 10 minutes to get there so you started running like hell and as you did you saw a lot of look that said "how can they run that fast when in gym they never do " but you ignored them and just focused to get there in time

Time skip after work when you guys are talking just and closing the shop---

"So finally did some guy or woman caught your eyes?"- Bella asked as you gave her the "how did you know that" look and then said a no, not yet.

After that you went to change back to your school uniform and said your goodbyes to everyone and then you went home.

In your way back there was nothing special just the usually thing you listened to music and not really cared about anybody.

But then you saw them again standing outside of a house and totally ignoring the fact that they are there you were still walking home

Then you felt someone grabbing your arm so you were about to throw your bag but the moment you were about to do it you saw that it was the red-haired boy.

"Hey are you deaf or something?"- he asked and you looked at him totally confused

"What do you mean?" - you asked him

"We called you like 10 or more time to come talk to us"- he said as he continued-" my friend said that he wants to you know better and be friends with you and that hoping that we are going to get along well too"

"Oh, okay if you guys want to then okay" - you said

"Then um want to come here...?" - he said not so sure what he is saying

" Yeah" - you said

"Good then"- he said as he started to walk where the other dude where staying and then you started to walk there too

"Hi" - you said as you finally got there

"Hi, so let’s start introduce our self-okay? My name’s Sung Kwon"- he said

"Vinny Hong" - the other one said

"Nice to meet you two, my name is [name] l/n "- you said

#windbreaker webtoon #wind breaker x reader #wind breaker #Sung kwon x reader #vinny hong #jay jo #owen knight

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k-dokja · 3 years

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how did you make vinny hong so whipped? // windbreaker

Disclaimer: I'm only reading up to season 2. Some of these might not reflect Vinny's development. I mostly avoid writing to him because of the similarities to Taehoon and I planned to write a lot for Taehoon.

— Okay, Dom said it, you're dating a simp. Your man is whipped and literally, everyone within the five miles radius sees it. He literally goes from the fierce menace of society to the gentle protective grizzly bear. No one knows how that is possible, but Vinny truly has the biggest soft spot for you. Especially if you were dating him back before he got the delicious character development.

— Generally, he tries to keep you away from his school life. If possible, he will separate any ugly sides of him from you. But he’s not good at it, and you probably saw more than enough beforehand. It’s not easy for him to open up, he works to confide in you because he knows it’s not good to swallow his feelings. This gets exponentially better after he joined the crew as well.

— He's really protective, like, really. Doesn't matter whether if you're older than him or not, you're going nowhere near his old classmates or even going to bike races if possible. Will do everything he can to steer you away from any bad influences they might bring. Arguably, he is not the best seed himself, but he knows there are others who are far worse and he'll do anything to prevent them from approaching you.

— Vinny got into fights often enough for it to be worrying, but he never fights in front of you. Something about it both feels and looks bad for him. Even if you had seen him fighting a handful of times before the two of you got together, he doesn’t want you to see him looking like that after you did. Mostly because he knows you worry when he gets hurt.

— On another note, if anyone ever uses you against him, they will not even get the chance to see the daylight of the next morning. The only time when you are given the chance to see Vinny going berserk is when someone used you to bait him. You had to stop him from turning those guys into past tense because he was smashing them with a pipe.

— He knows you deserve much more than him, especially when it comes to romance. The two of you rarely get the chances to go on any proper, romantic dates, and he gets in troubles too often for you to not worry. However, he does try, anything else you want him to do, he will do it. Because life is too depressing and seeing you smiles deal with at least 80% of his problems.

— Despite his appearance, he was really shy at first with the handholding. He went from letting you holding on his sleeve to holding pinky fingers with you. While he no longer got shy with it now, if someone teased how you got him wrapped around your fingers, he’d literally explode. And yes, he will go for the sneaky forehead kiss. Believe that he didn’t want to be that chaste, but if he went beyond that in public, he’ll turn as red as his hair.

— King of giving you little tokens and trinkets he got randomly. Like, they are mostly cheap or deformed ones, but when he found out you kept them all, he literally died on the spot. Why are you so cute.

— You holding on his arm while he’s holding on the bike as the two of you walk home together? Divine. Wonderful. Outstanding. You riding his bike and looking cute doing it? Even more outstanding. His only regret when it comes to competitive cycling is that he can’t have a backseat or even rear foot pedal for you. Any additional modification adds unnecessary weight or complications, so you didn’t want to bother him either.

— No matter how tired he has been the day prior, he always calls you before he hits the hay. Even if he went to a race until late at night, he will text you to let you know he arrived home safe. On the off chances that he forgot about it, Sung did the task for him and alerted you that he came home that night.

— Talk about his home... yeah, you have the key to his place. Mostly so that you can pop in and out easily without having him there to open the door. He lives alone so he has much more freedom too, even if his place is nowhere near as nice as your house. With you around, he does try to clean up more as well. One occasion he actually woke up to you cleaning the house for him, he went from thinking he was dreaming to straight up panic mode.

— Something about you taking care of him makes him both happy and uneasy. He has too much pride and doesn’t like relying on people, but doing those domestic tasks with you... it hits him in the heart he doesn’t know he has. Buying groceries and washing the sheets should not make him feel that giddy, yet here he is.

— Another thing on the budget date list with Vinny is the two of you sharing the headphone. He is not the best conversationalist, not for the lack of trying with you. But sometimes he only wants to spend time with you and doesn’t really know what to talk about. You can only talk about yourself to a point before you run out of things to talk about as well. That’s where the music comes in, silence can get really awkward, but music is just fine.

— Yes, you pretty much share playlists at this point. If you have similar tastes, then you would have no problem meshing with him, but in the case your tastes are different, he doesn’t mind switching back and forth between what he likes and what you enjoy. Heck, he even finds new favorites among yours and vice versa.

— He rarely, if not never, snapped at you. Grumpy at worst and sulky at best. He can’t even ignore you whether if he wants it or not, one look at whatever puppy dog eyes you have, he caves faster than an ill-constructed building. Even if he’s angry, he’d never ignore you or push you away. He would actively feel worse if he tried that, to be honest. And he tried so hard to stay mad at you.

#vinny hong #vinny hong x reader #windbreaker webtoon #windbreaker x reader #headcanons #this is for the reader who screamed about jay and windbreaker in my notes #i see u

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realcube · 3 years

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SEEING YOU WEAR THEIR TEAM JACKET

characters ♡ sugawara, nishinoya, tendō & bokuto

content warning ♡ sharing clothes & a mentioned nose bleed.

credit ♡ thank you to @aaprilshowers for the request

KŌSHI SUGAWARA

♡ he left it at your house, so just as a little joke, you washed it and wore it to school the next day to return it

♡ and honestly when he saw you pass through the gates of the school wearing the colours, he had to do a double-take

♡ you were talking to your friends, about to head to class until sugawara jogged up to you, wearing a foolishly wide grin

♡ you were quite confused at first but you had completely forgotten that you were wearing his jacket, so you quirked a brow at how uncharacteristically perky he was first thing in the morning

♡ ‘you’re lookin’ as gorgeous as ever,’ he chuckled, greeting you with a kiss on the cheek, ‘i like your jacket’

♡ your eyes widened at his comment, gaze jerking down to look at the jacket in question and instantly recalling your plan to return it. so you began to shrug it off your shoulders until suga’s pulled it back up

♡ ‘nonono!’ his soft, silver hair bouncing as he shook his head, ‘keep it, i don’t want you getting cold.’

♡ actually, the main reason he wanted you to keep it on was that he felt so happy seeing you all snug in his jacket with his number on it. watching as you strolled through the halls while simultaneously showing off the fact he was your boyfriend did wonders on his pride

♡ it was enough ego-fuel to keep his head up through many losses (to come ‘:) )

♡ ‘oh, it’s fine, i’ve brought a spare’ you said with a wink as you slid off your backpack which contained the spare jacket, and in any other situation sugawara would’ve chuckled and praises you for being so prepared, but currently the only emotion he presented with disappointment

♡ ‘just keep my jacket on’ sugawara insisted, his warm smile becoming visibly forced, ‘you look cute in it, better than i do.’

♡ you beamed, adjusting the jacket on your shoulder before pulling him into your embrace, ‘thanks, love!’ you sung into his ear, noticing that his teeth were clattering then realising that he was wearing his black windbreaker in the middle of a cold winters morning, ‘aren’t you cold in that? do you want to borrow my spare jacket?’

♡ suga hummed a faint yes and accepted your more cozy jacket with grace, feeling double the amount of pride as now, not only were you walking the halls with his name in on your back, he was able to brag to his friends about how caring you are for giving him your jacket >:)

♡ also, more observant student were quick to notice that the jacket suga was wearing was not one of his usual two jackets but rather yours, and there was nothing suga loved more than indirect ways of showing that y’all were dating-

♡ besides the fact that he had already gotten y’all promise rings, matching bobble hats, bangles with both of your initials engraved into them and god-knows how many of those couple keychains lmao

♡ he just wants everyone to know that he got lucky, okay?

YŪ NISHINOYA

♡ he asks you to wear it lmao

♡ like whenever he is with you — even if it’s not cold — he’ll take off his jacket and offer it to

♡ and you’ve never accepted his offer until one especially chilly walk back from school, when you decided against bringing your own jacket bc the weather was perfectly fine that morning

♡ there was a light breeze and as soon as he saw you rub your hands together for warmth, the threw off his jacket, fell onto one knee and offered it to with a bowed head as if it was a humble offering for his deity.. which it was

♡ ‘here, take my jacket!!’ he commanded as if he was making a massive sacrifice

♡ you scoffed, averting your gaze momentarily before snatching his jacket up and begrudgingly slipping it on, ‘fine. thanks or whatever.’ you murmured, crossing your arms over your chest and keeping a disinterested look on your face to hide how nice it felt, you kinda regretted not taking his jacket the many times he offered in the past

♡ ‘no problem!’ he chirped, placing a kiss on your cheek before taking your hand back in his own, swinging it back and forth as y’all walked

♡ honestly he revelled in the fact you were finally wearing something of his

♡ he thought it was so cute and romantic and he’d hype you up the whole way home, ‘you’re so adorable! lemme give you a kiss!’

♡ ‘the colours really bring out your eyes!’

♡ ‘you look better in it than i did and i looked awesome!’

♡ ‘how do you make such a basic jacket look so hot?’

♡ and more ✨ we’d be here all day if i were to list every single compliment he gave you

♡ once you arrived at his house, you began to slip the jacket off your shoulder but noya stopped you, ‘no! keep it on! i’ll buy a new one.’

♡ you rolled your eyes, continuing to take it off and drop it on the ground in a bad-tempered manner since he refused to take it when you pushed it against his chest, ‘well, i can’t keep it.’

♡ ‘why not?’

♡ ‘because..’ at first, you didn’t want to take it out of courtesy. it belonged to him, after all. but now, it was just your stubbornness that didn’t want to give in, telling you to give back the jacket. however, you didn’t want to tell noya either of these because the first one would make you sound like a simp and the second would ignite his competitive spirit

♡ little did you know, what you proceeded to blurt out as the first petty excuse that came to mind, ended up evoking more competitive fire than admitting your stubbornness ever would.

♡ ‘it’s ugly.’

♡ noya let out an overdramatic gasp, slapping his hand over his mouth to prevent his soul from leaving his body, ‘no it’s not!’ he denied, shaking his head as he bent over to grab his jacket and clutch it close to his chest

♡ and that was the beginning of an everlasting inside joke between you and noya

♡ it was somewhat like hot potato; you both tried to sneak the jacket into the other’s possession, some tries being more discreet than others

♡ like it varied from you spending the night at his and silently hanging the jacket up in his closet while he was in the bathroom, to him just throwing it straight at your face while he ran by during PE

SATORI TENDŌ (slight crack)

♡ he’s just sitting at his lunch table with ushijima, talking about donuts or whatever then he waves at you as you walk by with you friends and he had to do a double-take..

♡ y-you..in..his jacket???

♡ and why did you look better in it than he did >:(

♡ he must’ve been staring for a few seconds too long as ushijima tapped him on the shoulder, ‘it’s rude to stare, tendō.’ he said in his usual gruff and monotone voice,

♡ he huffed out through his nostrils and rolled his eyes at his dispiriting friend, ‘not when it’s in adoration, my himbo friend.’

♡ before ushijima got the chance to question what a ‘himbo’ is, tendō had already sprung to his feet and bounced towards you, greeting you with an animated ‘hi!’

♡ you smiled, falling behind your friends in favour of catching up with tendō, ‘hiya, baby!’ you sung, hopping to plant a kiss on his forehead, ‘what’s up?’

♡ he quirked a brow, gesturing to your outfit and smirking, ‘nothing~’ he sung, jabbing your side with his index finger, ‘i like your jacket. it looks familiar.’

♡ you rolled your eyes, setting down your lunch tray to shrug it off your shoulder but tendō was quickly to fix it, zipping it all the way up while he was at it. ‘eh, i just wanted to tell you that you look cute! not that you have to take it off.’

♡ you nodded, giving tendō a slight side-eye, ‘thanks. you left it in maths this morning and i wanted to see how long it’s take you to notice that i want wearing it.’

♡ ‘uh-’ cocking his head to the side with his usual wide-eyes, visibly embarrassed yet curious, ‘how long did i take?’

♡ ‘five periods.’ you deadpanned, choking back at snicker.

♡ he scoffed, a sheepish grin tugging at his lips as he rubbed the back of his neck, ‘well, guess how many minutes it took you to realise that i’m walking away with your lunch?’

♡ ‘wha--’

♡ the lunch tray you had sat on a table to take off the jacket was swiped by tendō before he skipped off, but not without you being hot on his tail

KŌTARŌ BOKUTO

♡ he gave it to you bc he was going to go on a trip for volleyball which would last a week or so

♡ y’all were a fairly new couple so this was the first time that the routine of him walking you home from school, helping him study in the library or him stealing bites of your food at lunch, would be broken

♡ it was a big deal in bokuto’s eyes and yes, he almost cried

♡ kuroo thought he was just being overdramatic at first but when he realised that his bro was genuinely upset, he suggested that bokuto could give you something so it feels like he’s there

♡ bokuto’s first idea was a worm but kuroo quickly shut that down

♡ ‘no living creatures.’

♡ ‘hmm,’ bokuto hummed in thought, stroking his chin as he searched his brain for more ideas since that singular rule that kuroo had laid down basically disregarded most of the concepts he had in mind, ‘how about..my jacket!’

♡ ‘the one you are wearing right now?’

♡ bokuto nodded, a bright smile adorning his features at the thought of you all wrapped up in his jacket

♡ ‘no.’

♡ ‘why not?!’ bokuto stomped his foot like a toddler, utterly shocked at his best bro’s response.

♡ ‘nobody wants a fukurodani jacket. you should give (y/n) mine.’

♡ needless to say, bokuto brushed off kuroo’s final piece of advice and gave you his fukurodani volleyball jacket anyway

♡ ‘here!’ he said with starry eyes, ‘take it! and put it on when you miss me.’

♡ you were glad he chose to do this at your door rather than in the middle of the lunch hall, but he was still loud enough for you to both gain odd glances from passersby

♡ you giggled, graciously accepting his jacket and hanging it up on the coat rack by your front door, ‘you’re so sweet! thank you and i will.’

♡ you opened your arms to wrap him in a hug but as soon as you raised your hands, he had already lunged forward and pulled you into his embrace, pressing you tightly against his chest as he hooked his chin over your shoulder, his bottom lip quivering

♡ ‘i’m gonna miss you so much!’

♡ ‘bo..’ you breathed, having to turn your head so it wasn’t squished again his toned chest, ‘you’ll only be gone for a week or so, right?’ you tried to remind him but that only got him even more worked up

♡ ‘that’s ages!’

♡ ‘no, it’s not.’ you rolled your eyes, bouncing to you could peck his cheek, ‘but i’ll miss you too! good luck!’

♡ your positivity always seemed to rub off on bokuto and within moments, it was as though all his sadness was gone as he began gushing about how excited he was for this trip and how many doors it’d open for him

♡ after that, you said your goodbyes and he got ready to head off the follow day

♡ honestly, for the first week he was away, both of y’all were completely fine

♡ he wouldn’t get the chance to text you during daytime but at night, he’d text you paragraphs upon paragraph describing his day and all the things he got up to — along with his commentary

♡ and he’d insist that you tell him how your day went too :))

♡ plus, sometimes he’d randomly snap you a cursed picture of one of his friends with a cute asf caption

♡ for instance, there was a picture of kuroo going the ‘ice in my veins’ pose over akaashi lying on the ground with a bloody nose, with the caption ‘remember to drink water bby!! ✨’

♡ anyway, usually you’d spend your friday nights with bokuto — helping him study or perhaps watching a movie— but today you were all on your own

♡ it was a bit lonely, especially bc none of your friends were responding to your messages, but then you recalled the jacket he had given you; so you dashed downstairs, threw it on, basking in how warm in was for a few moments (bc it was hanging by the radiator) then darted back upstairs

♡ it was comfy! your launched yourself onto your bed and just lay there for a while, enjoying the serene atmosphere you created. it honestly just felt like the big, warm hugs he gives..

♡ on one hand, it kinda made you miss the real thing even more but on the other hand, the comfort it brought you was something you felt obligated to thank him for so you grabbed your phone and sent him a mirror pic of you in his jacket

♡ he had just exited the washroom so he checked the message soon after it was sent

♡ ...and when i tell you that he stared at that picture with heart-eyes for almost five minutes straight-

♡ ‘AAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAA’ – bokuto’s brain

♡ he took a screenshot and asked you if he could make it is homescreen wallpaper 🥺

♡ he rushed around all the rooms and showed absolutely everyone pic lmao

♡ ‘look! they look amazing and guess who’s jacket they are wearing?? mine!!’

♡ oikawa tried to edge around the enthusiastic bi-haired boy that was blocking his exit from the bathroom, ‘do i know you?’

♡ and when he came back from the camp, he gave you the hug of a lifetime and insisted that you take all his jackets-

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earlgreydream · 3 years

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therapy.

| dark!bucky x reader | smut |

requested by @fitzfiles

cw: infidelity, dub-con, ethical violations

“How is it going so far? Is it helping?”

“Yeah, it’s going well. He’s... a little intense sometimes.” Your confession left your lips with ease. Too much ease. Parker always knew how to pull the honesty out of you.

“I think the best therapists are supposed to be.”

His loving smile spread warmth through your chest. It was so unlike James’ cold eyes. Everything about Parker was warm, inviting, and friendly. He was your best friend, your roommate, and more recently, your boyfriend. You loved him, and he was perfect for you. Parker was the sunshine in your life, the bright spot that broke through shades of grey.

“I’m really glad that he’s helping, Y/N,” Parker’s gentle touch on your arm was followed by a sweet kiss.

You shouldn’t have pictured someone else’s face when his lips touched yours.

“Me too.”

“Let’s order food from that Romanian place you like in uptown,” his fingers laced in yours, pulling you to the couch. You couldn’t stop the smile from spreading across your face; he knew what you needed.

“Even dessert?” you asked hopefully, your head dropping down onto his lap.

“Of course,” he grinned, opening his laptop to order your dinner. He let you pick the movie playing while you dug into Romanian take-out, and Parker had you laughing until your sides split.

Parker was perfect. He knew what you needed without being told, and he balanced you. He was patient, bright, and lovable. Parker was a giver. You couldn’t have asked for anybody sweeter and more loving.

“Baby,” you murmured, crawling on his lap as the movie credits rolled.

His hands went to your waist, and he gave you a delicate kiss. You tried to deepen the kiss, but it felt innocent, even as he kissed you harder.

“Parker,” you murmured, leaning back.

“Let’s have sex.”

“Are you sure? I know you have to be up early in the morning,” he asked, and you pulled your bottom lip between your teeth.

“Of course I’m sure, you’re my boyfriend and I want to.”

With that, he picked you up and carried you to your bedroom, ceremoniously undressing you and kissing your body so gently it was almost hard to feel.

He moved into missionary, his elbows on either side of your head, his body flush against yours. Little kisses were peppered to your face as he slowly rocked into you. His thrusts were slow and shallow, and he rubbed your side as you tried to pull him deeper or push up against him.

“You feel so nice, honey,” Parker said, pecking your lips.

You hated yourself for growing discontent, finding yourself just wishing he would hurry up. You nearly praised when his fingers went to your clit, thinking it would finally be enough. You weren’t so lucky, his gentleness extended even to the filthiest of his actions. He was caressing you so slowly it was just as useless as if he wasn’t touching you at all. You finally gave up and faked an orgasm, moaning softly and increasing your breathing, holding him close to you as you shuddered.

He pulled out and came in the condom, rolling off of you and getting up for a towel. You stared up at the ceiling, feeling utterly discontent.

You sat up when Parker returned, and you kissed his cheek and told him you’d clean yourself up, and take a quick shower before bed. He didn’t seem to object, and you shut yourself in the bathroom, desperate to get some space.

You cried silently, your tears and sniffles drowned out by the stream of water. It washed over your muscles, surrounding you with warmth and easing the tension. You eventually resided yourself to getting back in bed with him, feeling suffocated as he spooned you. You didn’t understand how it was possible to adore him so much and want to run as fast as you could out the door.

The weather was terrible. If the view out your window and the sound against your roof wasn’t enough, the news channel murmuring softly on the television confirmed it. The city was being drowned in a thunderstorm, the streets flooded with rainwater. The sky was almost black from the clouds, and you struggled not to let your mood darken along with it. You felt stormy on the inside, your stomach twisting with doubt and discontentment. Parker being home that morning made you feel impossibly worse, and you were willing do get soaked in order to have some freedom from his attention.

“Do you want a ride to the office, Y/N?” Parker offered, frowning as he looked out the window.

“No, I’ll take the subway. No sense in making you late for work. I’ll see you later, okay?” you kissed him before heading down the street underground to catch the train.

Bon Iver filled your ears as you waited for your train, nervously tapping your feet. The heat and dampness made your clothes stick to your skin, and you felt suffocated. Your anxiety spiked, and you pulled at the sleeves of your windbreaker, about to snap when the train made stale wind whip through your hair.

You covered your face with your hands, wiping the tears away that had escaped. Overwhelmed didn’t even begin to crack the surface of how you felt, and emotion came rushing up in your chest faster than the train sped down the rails.

People flooded out onto your station, clearing the way for the new passengers to board, everyone rushing to get to work, or school, or far away from whatever haunted them.

You took a deep breath and stepped onto the train, trying to calm down. Your therapist would have a field day if you turned up at his office this anxious. The prospect made you shudder.

A few months ago, you had began seeing your therapist, James Barnes. After repeated anxiety attacks in the presence of your boyfriend, he had encouraged you to go to a therapist for help. You’d finally agreed to take him up on it, deciding it would be helpful to talk through some of your issues. James was a highly praised therapist, recommended to you by several people. Your acquaintances sung his praises, and you decided it wouldn’t hurt to try.

You definitely had not been prepared for what you were met with. A young, gorgeous man with intimidating steel eyes, who got you to spill your secrets and insecurities was the last thing you expected. All it took was looking into his intense gaze for the honesty to fall past your lips.

James Buchanan Barnes tore the truth from you effortlessly.

You stepped onto the subway platform, ascending the stairs and pushing through the small crowd of wet people trying to catch their trains. You pulled your hood up as you ran across the street to the office. The beautiful glass building reached the sky above you, holding the offices of many self-employed New Yorkers, including James.

You walked inside the modern lobby, the secretary nodding at you as you took the elevator up to the seventeenth floor of the high-rise. The glass and tile were all grey in the light of the storm outside, fog obstructing the view outside of the windows. You were trapped in a grey bubble.

“Y/N?” James stood as you entered the office, the door open and inviting you in.

“Hi, sorry I’m a few minutes late, the storm is really bad,” you apologized.

“Of course, it isn’t a problem in the slightest. I expected it. Go ahead and have a seat.”

His voice was deep and smooth, and his slight smile eased some of your nerves. You sat down on the couch, across from the dark blue chair he stood from. You watched him move, and his hand brushed your elbow softly as he walked by. It was like when Parker touched you, but it felt distinctly different.

“Can I get you some water?”

“Please,” you nodded, your eyes wide as you watched him lean over a drink fridge.

His hands flexed as he twisted the cap off of a water bottle for you, the action making you blush slightly. You lifted it to your lips, hoping the water would calm down your nerves a bit.

James sat down across from you, stirring a cup of tea and waiting for you to speak. When he realized that you weren’t going to start on your own, he set down the tea and leaned forward.

“Want to talk about what is on your mind, Y/N?”

Your eyes traveled from your lap to meet his gaze. You took a deep breath before speaking.

“I’m uncertain about my relationship,” you finally admitted.

“Your relationship with Parker? I thought it was going well,” James head tilted a bit.

“It is going well. It’s perfect, in fact. Parker is too perfect.”

“He’s too perfect, or too perfect for you?” James asked, and he wondered immediately if he was too harsh. He noted the way your hands squeezed the bottle of water you held.

You startled at the question, feeling exposed. He was your therapist, but you didn’t like to be called out.

“It’s not like that!” your voice came out sharper than you intended.

“What’s it like then?” He asked in a much softer tone, attempting to understand what you were trying to tell him.

You hated how patient he was, keeping his voice even. Those steel eyes gazing deep into your soul.

“I’m sorry, I didn’t mean to snap... It’s just that I guess I think he’s too perfect for my taste. It’s not him, or his fault, even, I’m just bored. I feel like that makes me a terrible person,” you sighed, dropping your head into your hands.

“You don’t need to apologize for expressing your frustration. So, Parker isn’t your taste, that’s okay. It doesn’t make you a bad person. If he’s not it then he’s not it.”

You weren’t convinced.

“Why does he bore you? This is recent.” James had noticed he seemed less fond of Parker recently, but he was surprised by your confession. He didn’t expect you to so openly admit you had tired of him, especially when you’d repeatedly mentioned that he was the stable, gentle force in your life.

Your face flooded with embarrassment, and James’ curiosity was killing him. He could’ve guessed by your reaction to his question, but he waited for you to speak.

“Does this have something to do with him being ‘too perfect’?” He pressed.

“I guess you could say that. He is so sweet, he really is. But he doesn’t satisfy me sexually...”

“Because he’s kind?”

“I want something, someone, more dominant. It’s stupid, but Parker is too vanilla. It feels like a high school fairytale, and I want something fiery and intense. I want things he would never do,” you confessed the truth, and it sounded horrible in your ears when you said it out loud.

“So the problem is your sex life.”

James’ insidious curiosity was getting the better of him. He’d immediately taken notice of you over his other clients, admiring you in tight jeans and short skirts. You were charming, and you completely enraptured him.

He had never been so enamored, and he felt devious for feeling the way he did. He imagined you when he touched himself in the shower, your sweet voice and shy blush, innocence pouring through you as you confessed your deepest secrets.

James studied your reaction to the statement. Your fingers nervously pulled at your sleeves before coming up to your soft lips. A rosy pink spread across the apples of your cheeks and tips of your ears, warming your face.

You grew shy, unable to escape his steel gaze. You wanted to sink into it, get lost in him, instead of swimming and struggling for air in your empty relationship.

You shouldn’t have these thoughts about your therapist.

You shouldn’t imagine his lips on yours.

You shouldn’t imagine his hands on your body.

“Y/N,” James spoke, calling your attention back to his question.

The problem is your sex life.

“Yes, he doesn’t pleasure me,” you forced yourself to answer.

“I’m sorry to hear that. What is it you’re looking for? Is it something you can discuss with him?” James asked, wanting to hear your fantasties.

Your face was burning, but the truth spilled out of you.

“Tell me what you haven’t told anyone.” It was a command.

“I want something rough, and desperate and needy. I want to feel wanted, like he couldn’t survive without touching me... I have to control every aspect of my life, and I want to be dominated, and just... let go of that control. I want to be held down and roughed up, and I want it messy and explosive,” you confessed, your fantasies pouring out of you, filling James’ mind with filthy fantasies of fuckign you over his desk.

Before James could answer, the electricity cracked, plunging the two of you into complete darkness. You screamed, jumping out of your seat. Your heart was pounding, startled by the shock that snapped the tension in the room.

“You don’t need to be frightened, not with me,” James’ voice was soft, and you felt his hands on your arms and his breath against your face.

Your heartbeat stuttered in your chest, the air catching in your lungs. His touch overwhelmed your senses, and all you could see in the dark was the silver eyes that pierced into your mind.

“Y/N, it’s alright. Hey, are you okay?” He turned on a battery powered lamp, soft light spilling into a small circle around you.

“I’m fine, just startled,” you stood up.

“I’m sorry we were interrupted-”

“Not your fault. But I’m going to head out,” you interrupted.

You were embarrassed and shaken up, and the large office felt suffocating. He caught your hand as you went for the door, his hands much larger than your own, making you feel small. You hesitated, gazing into molten steel as he tried to keep you in his safety.

“At least let me walk you out,” he said, turning on the flashlight on his phone.

James never ceased to surprise you.

He opened the door for you, letting you slip by him. The building was dark, and the lack of power turned the two of you toward the stairs. You watched your steps, his hand on your back as he guided you through the dark stairwell.

You halted on a landing, and James looked to you.

“Turn off the light,” you whispered hoarsely, your fingers wrapping around his wrist. He did as you asked, darkness swallowing the two of you.

It wasn’t just a metaphor anymore.

“Y/N?”

“James.”

Before you could give it a second thought, you grabbed his navy blazer, pulling him into a rough kiss. He pushed you up against the wall, his hands going to either side of your head. His lips were heavy against yours, and he kissed you like he was starved for you. This was what you craved, heated, fiery intimacy.

Your fingers slid up his chest to thread through his dark hair. One of his hands went down to your hip, squeezing you and pushing his knee between your thighs. James overwhelmed all of your senses, filling your mind as you breathed him in. His tongue slotted against yours, swallowing your moans as your hips rolled forward against his.

When you finally broke to catch your breath, your head felt like it was spinning and the floor swayed under your feet.

“I can make you feel desired, I can make you forget everyone who came before, until my name is the only one you can remember, the only word that leaves those gorgeous lips.” James’ words were hot against your cheek, his lips ghosting along your jaw as he spoke.

Heat washed through your body, and you felt like you could collapse. Your phone rang in your back pocket, and Bucky’s presence was suddenly gone from your body, leaving you alone in the dark.

His flashlight turned back on, and the two of you silently went down the rest of the stairs, until you made it to the lobby.

“Next week, Y/N?”

“Next week,” you nodded before the door slid shut.

You hesitated before going out into the pouring rain, hanging back in the lobby. Your phone rang again, Parker’s second call. You stared at the caller ID for a moment before answering it, putting the phone up to your face.

“Hey, what’s up?” you asked, fighting to keep your voice as calm as possible. Your nerves were all sparking, and your heart raced in your chest, still in the aftershocks of your brief intimacy.

“The power is out here, are you alright there?”

“No, we ended the session early. Total blackout.”

“Okay, baby, do you need me to come get you? Otherwise we can meet at home?” Parker asked, worrying for your safety. You held in your sigh, rolling your eyes up at the ceiling.

“Let’s meet at home. The subways are still running.”

“See you soon,” Parker said cheerily before the line went dead.

You slid the phone into your pocket before braving the storm, quickly taking cover in the crowded subway station. Your hand went over your mouth, and you watched the stations whiz by as you tried to process the last hour.

Your fingers traced your lips, the feel of James’ kiss burned into your skin.

Your hands were shaking so bad you could hardly get the key in your front door to unlock it. When you finally kicked it open, you left your raincoat and boots in the foyer, shaking out your wet hair. Parker called your name, a bright smile on his face, and a New York-style pizza box in his hand.

You knew you should’ve felt guilty, but you couldn’t bring yourself to do it as you were faced with the relationship that had long lost its momentum.

“I grabbed some lunch, because I figured there wouldn’t be power to cook here.”

You thanked your boyfriend, taking a slice and sitting down in the kitchen, praying the power would return soon and you could distract yourself with netflix. His kiss tasted like novocaine.

You desperately wished that Parker’s arm around your waist belonged to James.

It was the slowest week of your life. Every spare second, your mind wandered to James, and his lips on yours. He consumed your thoughts, and the ghost of his touch lingered on your body. When Parker was inside of you, you imagined it was James just to make the sex tolerable.

One moment had gotten inside your mind, and shattered the facade of your romance.

James was no better. Thoughts of you pried into his mind as he worked with other patients, and he suddenly found them insufferable. He longed to hear your voice, to see your beautiful eyes darken with lust as you bit your lower lip.

James found himself wondering if you knew how much you turned him on. The mere thought of you aroused him, and your name was the one he moaned into the sheets as he fucked his hand.

He wished it was you.

Your stomach was practically in your throat as you rode the subway to your appointment with James. A week had passed, a week of sexual frustration, anxiety, desire, and longing.

His words echoed repeatedly in your head, filling your thoughts with filth and pooling arousal in your sex.

I can make you feel desired, I can make you forget everyone who came before, until my name is the only one you can remember, the only word that leaves those gorgeous lips.

You’d worn a short dress that was cut low in the front for your appointment. Parker was gone to work before you were even out of bed, and your thoughts were entirely on your therapist as you showered and dressed for the day.

Your desire clouded your mind, throbbing deep in your core and making you ache with raw need.

You stepped into James’ office, the heavy door falling shut behind you.

“Y/N,” James practically cried, satiated by the sight of you.

His eyes trailed up your body, on sexy display in your revealing dress. You pulled your lip between your teeth, driving him absolutely mad. Your steps were silent as you dropped your things, walking around his desk to stand in front of him.

“You’re all I’ve thought about.”

“I’ve been dying to touch you,” James growled, flipping you around and pulling you back against his chest.

You felt how hard he was, pressed tight against your ass, and his hand slowly snaked around your throat. His other hand slid up the inside of your thighs, trailing higher until he cupped you through your thin panties, his mouth devouring the breathy moans that escaped your lips.

His fingers dipped beneath the lace, feeling how soaked you were just from thinking about him. He smirked against your jaw, nipping lightly at the skin, making your breath hitch.

“You’re soaked, doll,” James’ voice was deep, making another wave of arousal wash over you, only adding to the wetness that was spilling from you. He let go of your neck to slide the straps of your dress off of your shoulders, letting your breasts fall free into his gaze.

“Beautiful.”

His fingertips circled your clit a few times before sliding through your folds, and you sank back against him, your knees weakening from the lightest touches.

“James please I can’t take waiting anymore!” You begged, desperate to feel him inside of you. Your hand hand moved behind you, feeling him through his pants as he continued to grind against your ass. You moaned loudly when his hand cupped your breast, teasing your nipples as he pushed two fingers in your slick heat at the same time.

“Make me forget about everything else.”

James didn’t prolong the teasing any longer, fearing he wouldn’t be able to hold out himself. His tailored shirt and pants were stripped from his body and your dress discarded on the floor along with your panties. He laid you on top of the desk, positioning himself between your legs and pinning your wrists above your head, dominating you just as you desired. His mouth moved from your lips, down your neck and chest, all the way to your abdomen.

“James!” His name echoed off of the glass walls, your scream shooting all the way down his spine, straight to his dick. He buried himself all the way inside of you, swearing at the way you accepted him without resistance. You were tight and warm around him, and he shouted your name as he began to fuck forward into you, railing you on top of the desk as you chanted his name in blinding pleasure.

Your body accommodated him, the throbbing ache satiated as he filled you more than any partner had in the past, ripping all of the memories from your mind, leaving you with only thoughts of him.

He let go of your wrists, leaning over you so he could pull your hips down to meet his thrusts, railing you harder and faster, sending white-hot pleasure through you, your nerves fraying and sparking like a live wire.

“It feels good, doesn’t it? To let it all go?”

“Yes, yes!” you cried, your legs shaking around his waist and your fingers pulling roughly at his hair.

You dragged your nails down his back, moaning loudly into a heavy kiss, your mind melting from his lips moving against yours with raw passion. The coil in your abdomen was wound so tight that your body was writhing under him, his fingers on your clit dragging you closer to an orgasm at lightspeed.

“Come for me, I want to hear you scream my name!” James ordered, and all the pressure and tension inside of you shattered, fire radiating through your body as you screamed James like it was the only word you knew, the only thing that kept you clinging to existence.

The sight of your ecstasy had James filling your cunt with his own release, continuing to roll into you as he rode out his high, dragging yours with him. Overwhelmed tears escaped your eyes, and you blinked them away as your vision slowly started to return from the white sparks that had blinded you.

James eased out of you, leaning on the desk and catching his breath, gingerly kissing your lips and grounding you back in reality after your mind-blowing orgasm on the desk.

Your chest rose and fell, your back still arched off of the desktop, and you turned your head to gaze up at the gorgeous man beside you. He brushed stray hair from your face before pressing his lips to your forehead.

“That’s what it’s supposed to be like.”

“I want to get addicted to you,” you breathed, losing yourself in molten steel.

“I wouldn’t have it any other way, doll.”

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