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jeon jungkook fic rec list (Ⅹ)

yup i've hit you with another list and once again i had so much fun putting it together... i was away for a bit but that spark came back and i'm back in action... this list holds so many amazing fics i've read it's alot of different types of storylines and some new genres i wanted to try out and i am so excited to go down that road with these new genres i haven't explored yet, but please do enjoy this list there's so many great fics here you will get lost in it i know it did, my next list should be out by next month i want to take time to read as many as i can and get back all that excitement so the next one might take a while... since these fics are so outstanding we can't forget to give all the love and support to the incredible authors who have taken the time to plan and write these fics without them we wouldn't get to read such beautiful and entertaining fics so please so them all the love and support in the world cause they truly deserve it leave them a nice comment, like and reblog the posts so others can discover them too and give them a follow and check out their masterlists i'm telling you, you will most definitely fall in love with their work and find lots of great pieces in there. most of the fics i recommend contain smut so no minors allowed and don't interact you as well as ageless blgs will be blocked and if you would like to share a fic with me you are more than welcome too i love hearing from you i hope you all enjoy this list and till next time ~ kiki ♡

f- fluff s- smut a-angst

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between takes by @jeonstudios f s a

as a fluffer for a popular porn star, your focus is to keep him hard and performing on set. turns out he's not the only thing that's hard.

i want you to stay by @ahundredtimesover f s a

Working for Jungkook isn’t the same as working for Hoseok. For starters, Jungkook doesn’t smile, he doesn’t appreciate you, and he gives you too much work. It doesn’t help that he’s incredibly handsome and has women at his beck and call. But as the tension grows, it becomes impossible to resist him. You've dedicated yourself to your job for 8 years so when you finally decide to put yourself first, he asks you to reconsider. And while you know that leaving is difficult, you learn that when it comes to Jungkook, staying is always so much harder.

you're losing me by @sparklingchim s a

in the midst of marital challenges, jungkook and you grapple with the complexities of your relationship. yet, the lingering question whispers: how do you truly determine if the journey is worthwhile?

kiss the girl by @guked f s a

after saving a human prince from being drowned by the sea witch, you’re cursed by that infamous witch to live out the rest of your days as a human—unless you can manage to get true love’s kiss from that very same prince. which would be a simple task, had he not hated you the moment you met.

flux by @yoonia s a ft. myg

One of them is your longtime secret crush, while the other is the man with whom you had shared many heated nights filled with lust and forbidden desire, forever kept as your biggest secret of all time. You had sworn that those sinful nights would end, and that your secret crush would remain a secret. poly au

in motion by @/yoonia s

The rule is simple; you can look but you can’t touch. You’ve been attending the event for a few times since you’ve encountered the voyeurism club, but it was only when a certain boy arrives on one occasion did you feel the fire of lust burning inside.

what the fire gave us by @gimmethatagustd f s a

↬ You were born with a Gift that the world wanted to turn into a weapon. All Jungkook wanted to do was show you that you could find love, even in the dark.

friend in me by @ktheist f s a

“don’t confuse your party friends with your real friends.”

knife's edge by @readyplayerhobi f s a ft. pjm

The Jeon Clan is Family, built on blood and loyalty. It’s been an unspoken fact that one day you will marry the heir to the Clan, Jeon Jungkook. You would be a fool to deny that you love him, but what happens when you meet a blue haired man who offers you a chance at normality?

take a chance by @crystaljins a

You should have known the second your business partner asked you to plan his best friend’s wedding as a favour that it was going to be nothing but trouble. Especially when it turns out he’s in love with said best friend. And dying of a deadly disease because of it.

chess of ice by @jimlingss f a

Jeon Jungkook is a rising star, aka. hockey captain of a team heading for the Olympics. The last thing he expects is to begin a whole ‘nother sport, holding a broomstick in his hand, sweeping the ice and throwing dumb stones towards a target. As if that wasn’t bad enough, his love life is about to turn into a game of chess as well....and you’re his opponent.

diamond in the rough by @kimvtae f s a

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

try hard by @hobibliophile f s

Yoongi asks you to help him photograph the university rugby team, and you’re reluctant until you see Jeon Jungkook in uniform. Damn.

cruel intentions by @jeonqukie f s a

All is well in your overtly simplistic life. You managed to maintain decent grades in university all the while progressing through your relationship with your long-time boyfriend and accompanying your best friend in her exhausting personal life. But as the saying goes when there are ups, there will surely be downs. While you’ve maintained this upward pattern, you are defeated when one afternoon inevitably brings you to a downward spiral. All good things must come to an end. Who knew you would be sharing the same sentiment with someone you barely know.

sillage by @deerguk s

Soulmate!AU where soulmates are drawn to one another by the infliction of physical touch, whether it be pain or pleasure. But it is only initiated once the two people somewhat interact.

remote learning by @hansolmates s

working remote sucks, and you would love a little relief. after buying a new toy to blow off some steam, you’re baffled when you can’t cum. however, jungkook thinks you’re doing it wrong, and shows you a thing or two.

when it rains by @choiwrites s a

Being an exotic dancer was never easy. Every day was the same for you, until you reached that one breaking point you’ve been avoiding since your miserable life started. On a rainy night, Jungkook and his yellow umbrella were your last call of hope.

hate at first weeb by artaemis, freckleyoon (ao3)

You just want to weeb in peace but your annoying downstairs neighbour just won't let you breathe

wanted by @jincherie s a

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

everything in you by @jjungkookislife f s a

You want a baby and Jungkook is willing to help. f2l, roommates au, pregnant!reader

home for the holidays by @/jjungkookislife f s a

Jungkook is in desperate need to find a girlfriend for Christmas. His mom has nagged and nagged about him bringing someone home for the holidays. Determined, Jungkook recruits his friends in hopes of finding the right girl to take home. In need of a place to stay, and no plans for Christmas, you answer his friend’s ad. You have 25 days to convince not only his parents but his grandmother that you’re in a real relationship, solid enough to get through Christmas with the Jeons.

every breath you take by @junqkook s a

everything was going great when you first met jeon jungkook. he was a new light in your life with soft smiles and tinkling laughs; but then you noticed a lurking presence that seemed to follow you wherever you went.

navy by @jjkfire f a

He’s your best friend, practically your other half and the two of you have always promised to be there for each other no matter what. The both of you have dreams of professionally making music together one day and to you it’s almost like reality, a given really, and with each day, the dream starts to feel like it’s within reach. But, one day, with one sentence, Jungkook destroys it all.

wicked by @adonis-koo s a

In a desperate hope to stop war from breaking you are a serviced to wed the most vile man alive, the one who has committed atrocities and war crimes beyond comprehension, he who is responsible for the fall of many nations, the wicked prince who’s heart is made of stone. You are to marry a man who challenges every belief and moral you stand for, all while being faced in a foreign land with nobody but yourself too trust…But are you both truly that different? Or is hate not too far from love?

paper doll by @winetae s a

When the nation’s little sister, IU, gets into a huge scandal, your agency seizes the opportunity to thrust you into that now vacant spotlight. Your self-composed song Paper Doll becomes an overnight sensation, and soon people are itching to find out who was the one who broke your heart. All hell breaks loose once netizens discover that you used to date popular idol, Jeon Jungkook. Little do they know that it wasn’t him who left the relationship unscathed — it was you.

one shot

the devil's change up by @jungblue f s

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

this is how we break up by @/ahundredtimesover s a

There are things you prepared for coming back home and that includes seeing your ex-boyfriend, but helping him design his apartment isn’t one of them. From meetings over coffee and lunches with your friends, you both learn more about the time in-between, and what you find out leave you heartbroken, wondering if there’s enough of you left to try to get back what you’d lost. “You know what they say about past lovers remaining friends? It’s either they never loved each other to begin with, or they still do. And we all know how much they loved each other, don’t we?”

a piece of the moonlight by @/jimlingss f a

For your loved ones, the people who are waiting at home, the people who have died - you will fight. And sometimes to fight means to sacrifice: who you really are and the person you really love.

the quest to bedding the lead singer of frontman by @kpopfanfictrash s

Frontman is your favorite band in the world and honestly, the only reason you waited this long in line is to stand at the front for a shot with the lead singer. Enter sexy sound boy, who just won’t leave you alone. (punk!Jungkook)

heartbreak trials by @dreamyjoons s a

it all started with a bet: the one with the highest body count would get the most illustrious prize - Namjoon’s bedroom. For you and Jungkook, the race was on.

perhaps love by @mangowillow f a

for as long as you can remember, you have been in love with your childhood friend turned roommate, but jeon jungkook remains oblivious even when he comes to comfort and help you sleep every night.

what? now by @theharrowing f s

For as long as you and Jungkook have been friends, your feelings for him have been unrequited. Or have they?

lilac wisteria by @blushoseoks f a

the first time jeon jungkook says that he is going to marry you, you are five years old sitting underneath a large wisteria tree.

tell me no lies by @jeongi f s a

You chose to rob your boss, however; you never expected to fall in love with him.

mcd*ckin by @jinned s

"So, if I'm so predictable," you tease, running your finger along his clothed chest, "what am I going to do next?"

things you said while you were driving by @cupofteaguk f

post breakup au

(y)our name by @jjkpls f s a ft ot 6

It’s always been the two of you since you were little. People came and went in your lives and Jungkook didn’t mind until you turn into grown-ups and he starts to mind a bit too much.

(un)welcomed addition by @shuadotcom f a

After a drunken one night stand with your neighbor, you have your reasons for wanting to forget it ever happened and never talk to him again. Unfortunately, Jungkook wins the award for the world’s worst neighbor so his 3 am wakeup calls and mail stealing have you banging at his door on an almost weekly basis. You just want to make it to the end of your lease so you can leave all the traces of the fuckboy next door behind...unless your feelings get in the way of course.

Just Like the Movies by @/shuadotcom f s a

When you need a fake date for your cousin’s wedding and all of your other friends have plans, that only leaves your best friend Jungkook - who you also happen to be completely in love with. It’ll be easy getting through a week of fake dating him, right?

watermelon sugar by @/shuadotcom f s a

When your friends outvote you for your annual summer trip, you end up stuck at a beachside town. To make it worse, there’s an irritating local surfer boy that won’t leave you alone… that is until you see him shirtless and in the water - then you don’t want him to leave you alone and your unexpected summer romance begins.

take my whole life by @/ktheist f s a

chaebol au. arranged marriage au. expecting parents au.

never let you go by @yeojaa f s

You do things without thought, making impulse decisions that’d make Freud proud. Sometimes they pay off, sometimes they don’t. (or: Jeon Jungkook’s just as impulsive as you.)

speaking in bodies by @/yeojaa f s a

The holidays have never meant much to you - less a promise of Christmas morning joy and more a reminder of all the things you’ve lost. Some would call you a grinch; others, just a plain old asshole. Jeon Jungkook would call you both. The more time you spend together, though, the more you thaw, melting beneath the sun that seems to sit right in the centre of his chest.

howling for you by @fortunexkookie f s

The way your Little Red Riding Hood costume lured over a fuckboy in a half-assed werewolf costume was a little cliche, but god damn was he beautiful. He promised he had plenty of big things to show you, and you took him up on the offer, not realizing that you might’ve bitten off more than you could chew

cold nights & blurred lines by @awrkive f s a

jungkook and you have been in a sexual relationship with each other for four months now, and it’s casual for the most part. but as time passes, you can’t help but feel that some of the lines suddenly got blurred in the process. is it a cliché to blur the lines with your fuck buddy? it definitely is. will you do something about it? both of your emotional constipation have a hard time saying yes.

christmas is waiting for you by @/lamourche f s ft myg (ao3)

Being home for the holidays surrounded by your well-meaning family isn’t that bad. All you have to do is (1) survive the Andersons’ annual Christmas Eve party, (2) avoid all questions about your job, and (3) avoid your high school nemesis (not a crush!), Jeon Jungkook.

lost stars by @/subvk f s a (ao3)

Falling in love with Jeon Jungkook was everything you’ve ever dreamed of and more, but maybe it was exactly that: a dream so blissful and comforting that it was too good to be true, something that could all disappear when the night changes to day, and your eyes open again. Or, making a marriage pact with your best friend was supposed to instill a sense of hope for you, so why does this hurt you more than it should?

a beautiful epiphany by @/subvk f s a (ao3)

Derailed by heartbreak and the loss of inspiration, Jeon Jungkook tries to rediscover his love for art again. As his best friend, you’re willing to do anything to help him reignite his lost passion. Little do you know that the struggling artist’s new muse is closer than you think.

the philosophy of goodluck by @kidguk f s

“you told me i looked good and that you needed to get a tattoo of my face” is not the explanation you wanted to hear from the tattoo artist that permanently etched the dumbest drunken request of your life onto your skin.

mountebank by @/kidguk f s ft. pjm

Soulmate AU featuring Jimin, in which you’ve been waking up next to your soul-enemy and running from your soul-mate. Figure that mess out, will you?

holidays of breads and wood by @cutaepatootie f a

Every December now smells like freshly baked bread and wood to you. Its cold wind brings you memories of him every morning as you are kneading your mixture of water, flour and a pinch of nutmeg – the secret ingredient that makes your bread taste so special. It seeps through the open window of your small kitchen and shakes your entire body. It seeps under your flour-stained apron, getting through your clothes and reminding you of his soft touch. It sounds like forest and shines like snow under the sunlight. It fills your nostrils with familiar scents. Every December now feels like distant memories of a man you once knew, who loved to carve his dreams in wood.

a fallen bookmark on a thursday afternoon by @/cutaepatootie f s a

He came to you like the air comes into the train station after the fast arriving of the machine. It comes fast and unexpected, making you hoist your head to look at the long vehicle and the people inside. It is so fast you can’t even distinguish the different wagons. As the train comes to a stop, the wind that it creates plays with your hair, leaving you breathless. That’s how Jeon Jungkook came into your life.

every kind of way by @gukslut s

Three little vignettes, three completely different experiences, same perfectly wonderful boyfriend JK

heavy lifting by @snackhobi f

you work the night shift in a supermarket. and now your crush, aka the cutest boy in the world, aka the guy you’ve been thirsting after for months, aka jeon jungkook, works the night shift too.

blue orchid by @inkedtae f a

hanahaki & soulmate au

up to snow good by @aredheadedmess f a

It’s all fun and games until someone gets hurt.

cherry bomb by @milfgyuu f s

You’re a cocktail waitress in a high end nightclub and you’ve been mutually crushing on one of the bartenders. Tonight, one of your customers oversteps boundaries and when Jungkook gets involved, you’re ready to toss your ‘no dating co-workers’ policy out the window.

work it out by @/choiwrites s

You never would have thought that you’d be working with the college dropout who was coincidentally your best friend’s ex-boyfriend, Jungkook. Saying his name already burns your tongue, you wonder how long you can hold your professionalism around him.

all in by @iamjungkooked s a

Jeon Jungkook is everything you have ever desired in a partner. He’s kind, passionate, funny, honest, warm and every positive adjective in the dictionary. He totally gets you and you get him. He seems like the perfect guy for you, except he is dating your best friend. What could possibly go wrong? OR The four times you get the wind knocked out of you by Jeon Jeongguk

until my last breath by @/iamjungkooked s a

Sporting an undercut and tattoos Jeon Jungkook waltzes back in your life after 5 years of being away. You think you know him– and just when you think you have gotten close, he reveals a secret (or two). Following this, is a series of trials and tribulations that concludes in a way you never expect. (Alternatively: the one where Jungkook creates a mess out of you)

está dañada by @aquagustd f s a

life through the eyes of someone who watches you fall apart and helps gather the shards of your heart, only for you to make the same mistake time and time again, but he refuses to accept the truth because to him, you’re infallible.

coin toss by @yoondoze a

you and jeongguk go way back, even before you were the menacing duo many knew you to be, even before he brought you into the mafia and left you there to join the city’s detective agency. a call for cooperation comes out of a common enemy, requiring the two of you to reconcile for one last mission.

wonder by @bubmyg f a

romance novels lie about finding some deep epiphany in the ocean because you find your inspiration in some chlorine tainted red locks or where jeongguk isn’t smooth with a pool net.

starboy by @sugaxjpg s

Jeon Jungkook was, above anything else, the type you should not get involved with. He was the guy who slept around; the guy who was gone before you woke up; who left a path of broken hearts and missed calls wherever he went. He was right in just about every wrong way. That being said, maybe the bet you made with your friend could be the best thing that happened to you in a long time, and even enough to break the chain of misfortune that circled your party nights — after all, it was all just a simple, four-part plan to make Jungkook beg for you. What could possibly go wrong?

symmetry by @adriftmoonchild s a

with both of you being from rival houses, the smirk that jungkook seemed to throw in your direction every shared class did nothing for your disdain towards him. as far as you were concerned he was arrogant and childish; you just wished he wasn’t so damn good in bed.

little surfer girl by @ppersonna f s a

every summer you watched jeon jungkook turn into a perfect, professional surfer. every summer, you wanted him more. this summer, you were determined to make him yours.

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➶-͙˚ ༘✶ 𝙏𝙃𝙀 𝙁*𝘾𝙆 𝙇𝙄𝙎𝙏

✧.* CHAPTER 6 || The More The Merrier

[ { SYPNOSIS } ] ➤ A tale in which Gojo Satoru blackmails you into seducing a list of people to clear his debt. Sounds easy enough, right?

[ { CHAPTER CONTENT } ] ➤ language, smut, & fluff.

[ { WORD COUNT } ] ➤ 5.3k

[ { PAIRINGS } ] ➤ jjk men x f!reader. gojo x f!reader. geto x f!reader. toji x f!reader. choso x f!reader. sukuna x f!reader. nanami x f!reader.

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——"SUCH A GOOD FUCKIN' SLUT," Geto groaned out to you, voice slightly strained and laced with raspiness.

The man is just perfect right now. You're in his apartment now, sitting prettily right in between Geto's muscular thighs. He couldn't even make it to his damn bedroom, he dragged you into the living room and started undoing his belt before you could even process anything.

He didn't care that Gojo was probably trying to sleep in his room, didn't care that he'd be able to hear what was happening, and actually told you he'd like it if his friend heard. You weren't trying to be quiet either.

You managed to reduce Geto to this state after all. His head is tossed back, his shirt long gone, his hair a complete mess, and Adam's apple bobbing with each deep swallow he takes as you suck him off. Geto's not concealing his groans in the slightest.

"Aagh... Shit-," He breathes, shifting his head so he can look down at the sight in front of him. "Juust like that. All the way down your fuckin' throat." Geto encourages.

For starters, his cock is huge. Taking him down your throat was not easy and you definitely choked a few times but, he seemed to enjoy that feeling-- the clamping of your throat closing around his shaft, the wetness of your tongue still trying to lick at him, and even the gaging noise that emits from you.

A hand is carefully placed atop your head, urging you to go all the way down. Your eyes are struggling to stay both open and up on the man in front of you, water building up in the corners due to your actions.

"C'mon, that's it." Geto purrs with a lustful grin on his face.

He's not far from blowing a load into your throat. You've been giving him head for a few minutes and he's not sure he was mentally prepared for you to be this damn good. The fact that you keep looking him in the eyes as you throat his cock only makes it worse. Geto wonders if you're aware of the way you look right now.

"F-Fuck," He curses, taking a handful of your hair into his grip and pulling you off him.

Your tongue hangs out your mouth as you pant in an attempt to catch your breath. Your eyes remain up on Geto's, noticing that he's got one arm held over his mouth. You had him seconds away from letting out sounds he'd be embarrassed by-- only he knows that he was nearly on the verge of whimpering because of that damn mouth of yours.

Slowly, you look down at his member in front of you. Your eyes go wider than they had been-- his dick is... pretty? You're not sure if that's the right word to use for it but you do know that you won't stop staring at it. Aside from the fact that it was just in your mouth, you notice it has a curve to it, something that makes your thighs squeeze together.

With the grip Geto has on your hair, you struggle a little while pushing your face forward. Your tongue presses into his shaft and you watch his body shudder.

"S-Shit, stop." He groans, tugging your head back again.

You chuckle a little and meet his eyes again, "Why?" You ask innocently, "Is it too much for you already?"

Danm you, Geto says mentally. He scoffs, "No, I just don't wanna cum yet."

"So... it's too much?" You tease, smiling up at him.

He releases your hair and sighs, "No." He repeats, sounding a little aggravated now.

Released from his hold, you push up on your knees a bit more and you're quick to plant a little kiss on the tip of his cock. "Then stop pulling me away," You whisper before swirling your tongue over him.

He grits his teeth to suppress all sounds from leaving him, looking off to the side to avoid the sight of you. He had it all under control just moments ago so, how the hell did he let you take over like this?

"Told you I didn't wanna-," His words are lost as you take him into your mouth again, "Shit, ha-ah..." He moans, head tipping back to rest on the couch again. Your hands go to his thighs to brace yourself as you suddenly deepthroat his cock. Geto simply chokes, "G-God... Fucking h-hell..." He stammers.

The sound of him struggling has liquids of your arousal sliding down your leg. The feeling is embarrassing but he still has your underwear so, there isn't much you can do about that.

You pull your mouth off him and tilt to the side, kissing along his shaft gently as you look up at him again. He looks completely out of it. "Thought you could handle this kinda thing, Sugu... What happened?" You whisper against him in between pecks.

His eyes are on the ceiling. "Don't call me that..." He whispers in response.

You giggle before sliding down to lick the base of his dick. "Would you rather me keep calling you a pervert?" You ask gently.

His cock twitches and you think you see him cum a little as your words grace his ears. Geto doesn't respond to you though, he just groans-- the sound being the most he can manage by this point.

"Oh, so you weren't lying," You say before dragging your tongue up against him and pulling away once you reach his tip. "You really do like being degraded..." You murmur.

"S-Shut up," Geto demands.

You smirk, "Make me."

He doesn't even move. You've got his brain stuttering by this point. He wanted to move to do something, y'know, fuck you til' you're the one stuttering. And he will... eventually. But as of right now, followed by your words are you moving to suck him off again.

The moment your mouth closes around him again he can't help but grunt. This time around, you're purposefully loud as you bob your head up and down. Slurping and sucking fills the room, accompanied by the deep guttural groans and moans of Geto Suguru.

You lift your mouth to focus on his tip, your hand moving to make up for the rest of his length in quick strokes. You rotate your tongue and hand in sync, doing what you hope is best to please the man.

And boy does that do it for him.

Geto lets it out-- he whines.

You think you feel something slip out of your sex in reaction and you pray that you didn't just cum from the sound of him whining alone. However, that's exactly what it felt like because a moan leaves you and sends vibrations against his member.

"A-Angh... F-Fuck, okay, okay..." Geto begs, wanting you to stop and continue at the same time. "'M gonna cum if you keep-," His jaw drops and another whine leaves him.

You take your mouth away, "Look at me." He does, his eyes noticeably glossy. Your hand continues its menstruation while you speak in a low tone, "That's it," You utter, mocking his earlier words to you. "Now cum for me, Sugu... Please?" You ask.

Geto isn't sure if it was your words, the please you uttered, the way your hand felt, the facial expression you had, or even the way you took him back into your mouth after asking him to cum but... he does. His mouth is open as he experiences an orgasm, seed spilling into your mouth and sliding down your throat while you stroke him through it.

Between his moans, you can hear him whining continuously. Each one upsets him-- you shouldn't have this effect on him but, you do.

By the time he's done and you pull off him, the sound of his phone buzzing beside him is heard. You'd reflexively swallowed down what he gave to you and both of you are panting as you try to collect yourselves.

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Once Geto gets himself in order, he grabs his phone with a slightly shaky hand he hopes you don't notice (you definitely did).

He sighs at first, then you see him smile almost wickedly. "Well, shit. Someone's pissed." Geto says with a laugh.

You wipe your mouth off with the back of your hand and give the man curious eyes. Geto glances down at you and then turns his phone so that you can see what he's referring to.

Shown to you are Gojo and Geto's text messages, the newest one from Gojo reading; 'In the living room, srsly? Fuck you man.'. You blink in disbelief, not knowing exactly what to say. Then, above those texts are messages from a few days ago and you spot your name being said by Gojo.

You try to read what the message said but Geto pulls his phone away before you can. "Guess he heard us," He says with another chuckle, finding his roommate's anger humorous.

"I told you we should've gone to your room..." You hum.

Geto types out something in response to Gojo and then clicks his phone off, tossing it aside and looking down at you. "And I told you I wanted him to hear." He says with a grin on his face.

You shake your head in disapproval, "Freak."

"You wanna get me hard again?" He asks with a scoff.

"Yes, actually." You say honestly, "You're the only one who got something out of this so far..."

Geto stares blankly for a second before nodding in understanding. "Y'know what, you're right, gorgeous. C'mon, get up here." He instructs.

Your lashes bat in disbelief. "Shouldn't we go to your room now....?"

"Nope, Satoru's gotta hear me fuck you too," Geto says cheekily.

You scowl slightly, "But-"

"But nothing. He was probably in there jerking off to the sounds anyway." He says with a laugh.

You wouldn't be surprised if that was true but you still didn't really want to continue knowing that Gojo could hear everything.

"Plus," Geto continues, his thighs spreading even further, "He's gonna hear you either way." He informs you.

Well, if changing locations won't stop Gojo from hearing you then, you guess you'll just continue where you are. And, you can consider this payback to the man for making you do all of this anyway.

Your eyes drop down and you notice that Geto's sprung up again, his hard cock resting against his abdomen. A throb is felt from somewhere below you as you finally move to stand up.

When you do, Geto's eyes widen. "Told you," He says suddenly.

You raise a brow at him.

He nods his chin toward you, "I made you cum without even touching you."

Your eyes sink down to yourself and embarrassment floods through you. "T-That wasn't because of you..." You lie.

Geto tilts his head, "Yeah? So who caused that, hm?"

"Doesn't matter." You sigh, brushing the topic off entirely.

The man chuckles at you and you move your hands to the bottom of your dress, slowly raising the item up and soon over your head. Geto's eyes are all over you as you drop the dress on the floor to the side and move to take off your bra along with it.

He swallows hard while you move slowly to take everything off. Precum seeps out the tip of his dick when you finally slide your bra off and meet his eyes.

"Fuck, he was right." Geto sighs, causing you to raise a brow, "You are sexy." He compliments.

With a roll of your eyes, you move to straddle the man. "You're just now noticing?" You ask him with a scoff.

He smiles up at you, his large hands finding themselves on your waist. "No, I'm just now saying it aloud." He corrects.

You place one hand on his shoulder and the other moves down to align his cock with your entrance. You give him a breathy laugh in response and ease yourself down until you're pressed against his tip.

Geto's staring into your eyes as you do so, watching the way you start blinking as if to prepare yourself. "Don't get all scared on me now," He coos.

Your gaze flicks to his. His face is much closer to you now and as you peer into those eyes of his, you notice how pretty his irises are. They aren't just brown, there's a hint of purple in them. Good god, where did Gojo even find this man?

You swallow hard and remain unresponsive to Geto as you admire his eye color. He simply stares back for a minute before his grip on your waist grows surprisingly tight and he starts pulling your body down on him.

The intense eye contact remains as his cock begins to enter you and your lips part to release a shaky breath. About halfway in, you moan and both your arms move to wrap around the man's neck.

Geto smirks at you, still refusing to move his gaze from yours, "You better fuckin' take it," He whispers to you.

"Mm-mmhm," You hum in response, too engrossed in trying to get yourself all the way down to speak.

Your faces draw closer together and he presses his lips to yours as you finally sink all the way down on him. Your lips are quick to part in a moan against him. The kiss you two share is slow at first, matching the steady pace of your hips moving up and down his length.

The sound of your tongues slotting against one another accompanied by the slickness of your cunt swallowing Geto's cock fills the air. Occasionally, Geto would groan into your mouth as you both get used to one another.

It takes you longer than him to get used to the feeling and position.

His length is much too big. Of course, he's sexy and has a big dick-- you're not sure what you were expecting anyways. And even though you just had him in your mouth, when he's stuffed inside you to the point that his tip perfectly kisses your cervix without much movement, you can't help but take a minute to adjust.

Geto on the other hand simply needed a minute or two to get used to the tight clamp of your soaked cunt around him. Hell, with all the teasing and taunting he did with you all night, he didn't even have to prep you. You were so wet that he slipped right in with almost no issue.

You feel his hands abruptly tighten on your waist again and he doesn't even bother to warn you before lifting you and allowing gravity to push you back down aggressively. You're little make-out session with him is broken with a loud moan from you.

Meanwhile, in the nearby bedroom is Gojo Satoru-- forced to listen to every sound that slips through the thin ass walls of the apartment.

Unlike Geto's prediction, he was not, in fact, jerking off to the sounds of you (for once). Instead, he is actually pissed about the whole thing. He doesn't know why either; he told you to do this, he agreed to everything, and most importantly, he needs you to complete this list.

You're unaware of it but, you're Gojo's only option right now. He wasn't lying when he said he was in debt to the people on the list and it's only you that's able to get him out of it.

"F-Fuck... hah, S-Sugu..." Your sweet voice hits Gojo's ears and he grits his teeth.

He wasn't jerking off and he didn't want to but... Fuck, your voice alone will get him every single time. It's intoxicating the way your moaning makes Gojo's cock spring up instantly.

Gojo looks down at the bulge in his sweatpants. It's the third time today. First was in the shower as he thought of you, then after he made out with you in the hallway, and now at the sound of you moaning his best friend's name.

The man has half a mind to leave his room and see if he could join. Geto would agree in a heartbeat and probably say something like the more the merrier. You, on the other hand, well... Gojo doesn't know how you'd react.

He can only imagine the lustful yet fearful look in your eyes, the shakiness of your voice as you ask both of them if they're serious, and the way you'd probably end up agreeing to it because you're just that much of a slut.

Gojo's cock throbs and he groans in frustration, flopping back in his bed and letting his head hit the pillows behind him.

The sound of a hand smacking against your ass can be heard and Gojo only wishes he was out there instead of his friend. "Take it-, fuck... j-just like that, good girl..." Geto is heard praising you, the sound of his stuttering making his friend smile to himself.

Gojo has never heard a woman reduce his best friend to such a state. Stutter? Gojo's pretty sure he's never heard Geto stutter a day in his life. So of course, the sound makes him smile-- it's funny to him how you just have the effect on everyone.

But, the constant clapping sound and lewd, yet vivid, noise of your ridiculously wet cunt sucking in Geto's length over and over and over again is both frustrating Gojo and making his cock start to hurt.

The man flips over onto his stomach and lets out an annoyed groan into his pillow, bringing another one over his head and closing his ears with it to try and drown out the sounds.

That doesn't work at all. He can still hear and even imagine everything going on in the living room. The worst part of it is the fact that it's you he hears the most-- your moaning, your whining, your slickness, and even your heavy breathing.

Gojo wonders if something is wrong with him. Maybe he's imagining the vividness of your sounds because there's no way he only hears you so clearly.

And that turns out to be one hundred percent true because Gojo didn't realize it but his ears had tuned his friend out and focused only on you. He swears he can picture the way your pussy looks sucking his friend in, how moist it is inside, how warm, and how fucking tight.

"Fuck." Gojo curses, his voice muffled by the pillows he's hidden himself under.

Then it only gets worse.

He hears you cum. How the hell does he do that? He's not quite sure himself but maybe it was the way you moaned or the way the constant plopping sound got louder and you're voice was all broken up...

Gojo could tell what position you guys were in and he just knew you had an orgasm as soon as Geto started thrusting up into you. You could be heard asking the man to slow down but, obviously, he didn't.

And Gojo's assumption was right.

You were currently making a mess of Geto's cock, moaning while the man uttered filthy words to you coaxing you through the whole thing.

"You're makin' such a fuckin' mess." Geto groaned, his hips busy thrusting up into you.

Drool was leaving the corner of your lips and you could barely keep your eyes open. "H-Hnngh... hah, a-aagh..." You moaned weakly, your body seconds away from going limp over the man.

Geto chuckles at the fucked out expression you wore, "C'mon...fuck, don't tap out on me yet." He hummed, his low voice not helping in the slightest.

Your hands shift a little and you claw at his shoulder before choking out nothing but a moan in response to him. Geto hisses at the sudden pain but he doesn't slow down.

"Hah... f-fuck." He breathes before his thrusts grow sloppy and eventually slows down.

Your body does go limp and you end up resting your head on his shoulder until he finishes, feeling him pull out at the last second and cum with a loud groan.

The air goes quiet, only the sound of you two panting heavily heard for a while. Your body shudders a little in Geto's hold and he notices your thighs are trembling ever so slightly, the sight making him grin.

"You alright?" He asks.

You nod slowly, "Mhm..."

"Sure?"

"I have to pee." You whisper.

He chuckles at how soft your voice is. "Go pee then, the bathroom's down the hall." He tells you.

You sigh, "Don't think I can walk yet."

Geto knew that but, he wanted to tease you anyway. The grin on his face turns into a smile before he fully wraps his arms around your waist and stands up with you, "This princess treatment is only a one-time thing, alright?" He teases as he carries you off.

You nod your head but you know he's still just messing with you.

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Once you're carried to the bathroom, you tell Geto that you can handle yourself. The man says you can shower in that same bathroom and you're surprised that the guest bathroom even has a shower. Before he leaves you, he informs you that he'll grab you a towel and asks you to call him if you need him.

As soon as Geto shut the bathroom door and looked down the hall to his left, looking to see if his friend was going to come out and say anything yet. He doesn't and Geto heads to his room to clean himself off and put something on.

After a few minutes, the man finds himself back in the living room, cleaning all evidence of you and him up off the area you'd been in.

The second he's done and walks back into the hallway, Geto runs into Gojo.

The two make eye contact and Gojo appears to be annoyed while Geto seems pleased.

"You're an asshole, y'know that?" Gojo says to his friend.

Geto laughs at him, "Hey, no one told you to fuck my ex all those years ago."

"I didn't know." Gojo sighs in response.

A hand is placed on Gojo's shoulder and Geto shrugs, "You're all good now though, thanks to her."

Gojo scowls. "That was torture."

"Was it?" Geto says with a smile on his face.

"Yes, asshole. You guys could've gone to her place..." Gojo says, having assumed that's what was going to happen anyway.

Geto raises a brow, "And what about Shoko?"

"A hotel then." Gojo corrects himself.

"Mmmh, true." His best friend replies, shrugging afterward. "But this was more fun and I expected you to come try and join us at some point."

"Thought about it."

Geto blinks, "What made you change your mind?"

Gojo looks over to the nearby closed bathroom door. He hesitates for an unknown reason before saying, "I dunno."

His friend simply scoffs and shakes his head. "Well anyways, she's all yours now. Don't try killing me in my sleep."

"What?" Gojo asks, confused by his friend's words.

Geto gives his roommate a serious look. "I'm saying that I don't have any feelings for her so, you don't have to worry about me trying to get with her."

"Isn't that kinda fucked up?" Gojo asks.

The man beside him scoffs, taken back by Gojo's question. "How?"

"You made her take you on a date." He points out.

"And you set her up to have sex with your best friend...? Who's really the fucked up one here?" Geto says with a laugh.

"I-"

"I'm pretty sure she knows this was a one-and-done kinda' thing." He cuts off, removing his hand from Gojo's shoulder and turning away. "You're the one that has to try to earn her forgiveness."

Gojo's brows furrow, "Why do I need to..."

"Satoru..." Geto pauses and turns his head back, dropping his voice so low that only Gojo can hear him speak, "You can't have a crush on someone you're using to clear your debt."

"I-I don't have a crush on her." Gojo whispers back, "What the hell are you talking about?!"

Geto blinks. "Yes, you do."

"No, I don't."

"Yeah, you do."

"Nuh-uh." Gojo argues back playfully.

His friend laughs and shakes his head while turning away again, "Yuh-huh."

Gojo opens his mouth to say something else but Geto dips into his bedroom before he gets the chance. Then, the man comes back out after a few seconds with a towel in his hands.

Gojo's not sure why but, he moves and takes the item from his roommate, telling him he'll take care of you for the rest of the night.

Geto shakes his head, "She's gonna think I'm a shitty guy if you go in there."

"What, no she won't," Gojo argues.

"Uh, yes she will. No aftercare? How much of an asshole would that make me??"

"I'll tell her you went in your room, laid down for a second, and passed out."

Geto gives the man a dumbfounded look, "You're not serious."

"Good pussy puts people to sleep," He shrugs, "She'll take it as a compliment," Gojo says with a cheeky grin on his face.

"You're an idiot. But fine," Geto sighs, handing Gojo the towel and turning away. "And if she doesn't take it as a compliment, tell her the truth."

"The truth being....?"

"You wanted to see her, Satoru." Geto sighs.

"Oi, that's not-"

"Quit' being delusional." Geto cuts off as he enters his room again and closes the door behind him.

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Meanwhile, you sat in the bathroom in a complete daze. You made your way to the tub and got yourself into a nice bath, patiently waiting for Geto to return. You heard him and Gojo talking but you were too out of it to make out their words.

Eventually, you hear a knock on the door and grant permission for whoever it is to enter.

To your surprise, a white head of hair pops into the bathroom and you make out Gojo's stupidly pleased blue eyes gazing at you. Your mouth opens to ask why he's coming in to bother you but, you're too tired to argue so you simply hum and lay your head back on the tub.

Gojo makes his way inside, closing the door behind him and walking over to you. He places a towel down on the edge and crouches down to you. Your eyes meet his and you wonder why he's so close to you.

"Hi Toru," You greet lazily.

Gojo's heart throbs in his chest and the nickname alone makes him smile way too fucking hard. "Hi sweetheart." He replies in a gentle tone, tilting his head as he studies your face, "Have fun?"

You shrug, "Yeah."

"Yeah? You sound sleepy." Gojo coos, moving a hand to caress the side of your face.

You unconsciously lean into his touch and shut your eyes, "I am..." You sigh.

For a minute, Gojo just keeps caressing the side of your face and you let him without saying a word. He admires your face, adoring the gentle fucked out expression you still have.

Slowly, you open your eyes when you don't hear him say anything. Kind blue eyes peer into your own, his look holding a surprising amount of affection you weren't expecting. You lean up a little, away from his hand, and then turn so that your upper half is facing him.

Most of your body is out of his line of sight, covered by the soapy water you made for yourself. "Toru?" You hum.

Gojo blinks, "Hm?"

"You okay?" You ask.

He smiles at the fact that you even asked such a thing, as if you don't appear to be two seconds away from passing out. "I'm fine, sweetheart. Why?" He questions.

"You keep starin' at me..." You murmur.

Gojo chuckles, the sound oddly attractive to you. He has a nice laugh. "I can't help it," Gojo sighs, "You're so cute."

You pout, "How...?"

He leans close to you, eyes dropping down to your lips. "You look like you got dicked down pretty good and I think that look is cute. 'S that okay?" He murmurs.

Your head nods in response and Gojo grins. He then inhales deeply and you watch his eyes widen. "What?" You ask, referring to his reaction to the smell.

Gojo starts laughing, again making your heart feel all weird because of how it sounds. "You smell like me." He tells you.

Your eyes mimic his own as they widen in surprise. You look down at yourself, as if that'll change the soap you've used.

"Out of the four soaps in this bathroom, how is it that you managed to use mine?" Gojo asks teasingly.

You frown and look back up at him, feeling embarrassed. "I dunno, I just picked the one that looked nice..."

"Don't they all look nice?"

"I mean, yeah but-,'" You sigh, "Stop teasing me Satoru."

"Aw, don't do thaat. Go back to callin' me Toru." He pleads.

You give him a glare, "I was half-sleep when I called you that."

"You said it twice though..." Gojo says with a pout.

You stare at the cute expression he holds.

Gojo slowly starts to smile the more you stare at him. Then, he tips his head to the side and moves his hands onto the edge of the tub. The man pushes to stand on his knees and then leans toward you. You lean back, soapy bubbles keeping your chest covered from his gaze.

Your lashes bat at him in confusion until your head meets the wall and you can't back away from him anymore. Gojo has an almost solemn look on his face all of a sudden.

The words are slow to leave your mouth but you manage to say something. "Lemme guess... You wanna kiss me now?" You whisper.

Gojo nods, the motion nearly desperate. "How'd you know?"

You sigh and shake your head at him, now moving to get closer to him, "You get this little look in your eyes when you want one."

His brows furrow, "You pay attention to me that much?"

You get suddenly flustered. "N-No..."

His heart flutters and he can't help but smile at you. "Fuck, you're adorable."

You move a hand to the back of his neck to pull him close and yourself up at the same time, "Shut up." You whisper.

Gojo's smile remains as your lips press to his and both of you share a surprisingly loving kiss? The gentleness of it makes both of your heartbeats increase. His lips are to tender over yours and he even moves to hold your face in his hands, your cheeks covered by his cold palms in a matter of minutes.

You don't know why the two of you are kissing like this but, it feels good.

When you pull away, your eyes are slow to open. "Toru," You whisper.

He smiles from ear to ear, his face suddenly reddened. "Yes, love?"

Love? Oh hell, that's a new nickname. It makes your heart... swell? Throb? Pound? You don't even know. Your heart just feels all funny in your chest. This is one of those moments where you forget the man is blackmailing you to do things...

You giggle tiredly, "I think 'm sleepy now." You mumble to him.

Gojo sighs, taking in all of your presence for a long moment before replying to that. "That's alright, you can sleep in my room." He hums to you eventually.

"M'kay." You respond softly.

And with that, the two of you are left in the presence of one another for the rest of the night, both having no clue what feelings are building up inside...

GOJO SATORU ✔︎

GETO SUGURU ✔︎

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MORE CARMY PLEASE!

Can I please please request Carmy and reader having the HIGHEST sexual tension?? But no smut! I like to edge myself and the audience 😈

well you're a dirty little devil aren't you 😂 how can i say no to this request lol enjoy!

summary: you're a tailor, and carmy urgently needs a suit for tonight's event. just so happens that he needs a date, too.

pairing: carmen berzatto x female reader

genre: fluff

warnings: sexual tension, sexual themes.

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"what do you mean you're going to the event in that? you're covered in grease and sauce for goodness' sake." richie points out.

carmen shrugs, "it's just a small event, it's fine."

"small event??" richie scoffs, "cousin, they're going to announce the chef of the year, and you're nominated for it. at least look the part, will you?"

carmen waves him off, not really paying attention to what he's saying.

right on cue, you enter through the bear's back doors with a neatly pressed suit richie requested yesterday. carmen frowns, checking who just barges in like that, and ducks almost immediately when he sees it's you.

"amazing work, as usual." richie compliments. "aaaaalso, could you possibly get me one more suit? for tonight? please?"

you sigh. "really? another last minute request?"

"come on, it's for my cousin, carmen. you know him, right?"

at the mention of carmen's name, your ears perk up and your eyes widen in interest. "u-um, yeah. i've.. met him a few times."

richie has to physically drag carmen away from his station -- where he was wiping an already clean spot to look busy, and basically presents him to you.

"hi." you awkwardly lift a hand and immediately drop it.

"hi." he says back in a thin smile.

great, he thinks you're weird now. you curse yourself.

"alright cousin, just go with her and get a suit. it won't take long, so just go." richie pushes both you and carmen outside of the restaurant, and you're both awkwardly standing there.

"go!!!" richie has to shout from the window before you two finally march on to your shop.

the walk there is obviously silent, and while you try your best to come up with a good conversation starter, carmen notices you taking glances at him and tries his best not to smile.

he's had a crush on you for a while now. well, less of a crush and more of a burning desire. you'd come to eat at the restaurant sometimes and carmen would purposely approach you to give you a menu, go back to the kitchen to make your order, and serve it to you. he doesn't care how inefficient it is.

you, on the other hand, have made it a habit to come to the restaurant a few times a week. just to get a sneak peek at carmen and get some extra time with him. it sounds stalker-y, but something about carmen just shuts you up and you don't know what to say to him. all you can ever muster up is your usual order, a please, and a thank you.

at this point, carmen's memorized your order and always has it warm and ready for every time you walk in the bear. he still takes your order just in case you might get something different, and also to hear you say please. it does something to him.

"so, um," you start, "do you have any type of suit in mind?"

carmen snaps out of his trance, looking at the rows of suits around him. "not really, i'm.. not really good at this stuff."

you nod and pull out a few suits you think will fit him. "well, this one is always a classic, or we can go for something that looks a little classy. this one's navy blue, i'd say this is more of a casual-classy look, it's not plain like the black suit but also not too out there-" you realize you're rambling and clear your throat. "um, yeah. so... preferences?"

carmen smiles a little when he can see your face flush -- and his smile makes it worse, actually. he bites his lip and points to the navy suit, "let's try this one."

"o-okay," you hang the suit in the changing room with a white button up shirt. "you can try it on in here."

while carmen is getting changed, you can see a little opening from the curtains not being closed properly. and you're guilty of peeking through that opening and not looking away... until carmen catches your stare with a smirk.

of course he left that opening on purpose.

once carmen says he's done, you go into the changing room and he scoots over to make room for you and so you can see the suit on him. he looks amazing.

"i think i might need to alter the pants and sleeves." you say, "i'll measure and shorten it."

you take your tape measurer and carmen holds his hand out. right in front of his hand, is the perfect view of your cleavage, and he feels his pants getting slightly tighter. if he keeps this up you might not need to tailor his pants after all.

you make some marks with your pins before moving on to his pants. it's like clockwork - you measure the cuffs, then the inseam. you realize what you're about to do, and your heart rate picks up.

you're on your knees in front of him, dragging the tape measure from his ankle all the way up to you know where.

carmen sees your breath get heavier and somehow comes up with the courage to cup your chin, making you look up at him. oh how good you look on your knees with those eyes.

"stand up." he whispers.

you follow his command, not breaking eye contact, and he walks closer to you until you're barely an inch apart. walking backwards until your back hits the wall, carmy puts his hand behind your head so you don't get hurt, and slowly moves closer.

you're not sure where to put your hands. right now they're on the lapels of his suit, feeling his heartbeat that's going faster, and he's so warm. why is he so warm?

his grip on you is firm, and all he can think about is how badly he wants to kiss you, to take you right here.

"c-carm, i-"

the bell attached to your shop door rings, signaling a customer, and both of you stare at each other. your right side is free, you're free to go greet that customer, but your legs don't want you to move.

"hello? is anyone here?" they ask.

carmen caresses your cheek with his thumb, while his other one has moved from the back of your head to your waist, drawing circles and squeezing every now and then. it makes your knees feel wobbly.

the customer leaves, and none of you break eye contact.

"what are you doing tonight?"

"h-huh?" you're surprised by the question. "nothing, just... some work."

he leans in and kisses you just below your ear. "good. you're coming with me."

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third time's a charm - kim mingyu

summary: you and mingyu are rivals, having restaurants near each other and just hating each other's guts for wanting to be the top restaurant in the area. but life's not always fair and you and mingyu end up having to work together. a little bit of angst, spice, fluff, and mutual pining turns into a cute one-shot.

pairing: chef!mingyu x chef!reader

warnings: enemies to lovers kinda, fluff, angst, kissing, suggestive and suggestive language, implied smut, mentions of alcohol, use of curse words, and mingyu being an annoying ass but <3 he's so fine

word count: 6.5k // lowercase intended

a/n: a repost of my chef mingyu series as a one-shot. i had so much fun writing this, i hope you enjoy reading it.

chef!mingyu and you are rivals, having restaurants near each other and just hating each other's guts wanting to be the top restaurant in the area. but then one day you both get hired for a private event because the person who was getting married likes both of your food and couldn't choose. they asked if you both could maybe collaborate and work. you would have said no but the money was too good to lose out on. so here you are bickering with mingyu as you sit late at night in his restaurant trying to decide the menu for the wedding event. he'll just be so fucking cocky with a stupid smirk plastered on his face because he's just that confident about his skills and cooking and you both just can't seem to agree on anything.

"you're so annoying god, how am i supposed to work with you", you mumble. "come on baby, let's both put aside our differences and work like professionals hm", mingyu says.

"i swear if you stress me out i will kill you", you say. "ah don't worry, besides i know some ways we can destress", he says giving you a wink and making you almost choke on the water you were sipping on.

you both have to taste test the menu first before finalizing it so you head to Mingyu’s restaurant the next day and it’s just you two alone in the kitchen as you cook the dishes, mingyu is in charge of starters and mains while you were in charge of the two desserts. mingyu will not shy away from taunting you and just trying to flirt and mess with you because he's a jerk like that but fuck he looked so hot when he was in his element cooking. he tastes your dishes and will be surprised at how good it is. "it's pretty good", he admits. "duh what did you think", you reply annoyed. "thought it would taste like shit", he says and you smack his arm. "i told you not to get on my nerves", you warn and he just chuckles saying sorry as he licks the plate clean.

then on the day of the event somehow you ended up with missing ingredients so you had to make do with what you had, having a full panic attack as you try to stay calm and finish cooking in the time given. mingyu surprisingly wouldn't be a jerk that day and would come to help you re-plan your menu and dishes and once his service was over, he'd come and help you plate the desserts. finally done with the hectic day, you both head home and you end up crashing in mingyu's place because you had a little too much to drink. you would wake up wondering where the hell you were in the morning until you see a shirtless mingyu in front of you and the smell of something sweet in the air.

"are you awake baby? i didn't know if you liked pancakes or french toast so i made both", he says with a smile. you can't seem to remember anything from the night before but seeing mingyu shirtless and you in one of mingyu's shirts in his bed makes you start thinking things.

"did we...sleep together?", you ask and he just smirks. "why baby don't you remember?", he teases, putting the plate down on the table. "n-no", you mumble. "if you're teasing me i swear i will kill you", you say giving him a death stare. "i mean you were pretty much all over me last night", he says and your jaw drops. "liar". he shakes his head. "i had to lock the guest room and sleep because i was so scared", he adds and you roll your eyes. "but if you do want to sleep together, i'd be more than happy to oblige", he says with wink as he grins, leaning forward making your breath hitch. god, he was so annoying.

after you woke up in mingyu's bed that day you're just not able to stop thinking about him and it just annoys you even more because his stupid smirk is engraved in your mind. "if you want to sleep with me, i'd be happy to oblige?" that fucker. you mumble to yourself and head to the restaurant that day and try to tune out mingyu. but then just when you thought your day couldn't get any worse, it does. your ex-partner decided to give you a visit because they were 'missing you' and you're just even more ticked off because of the way they're pitying you and thinking your life sucks because they’re not with you anymore. the way they’d be just boasting about their life now and just thinking you didn't move on was infuriating.

"so did you move on from me? i know you loved me so the breakup must have hit you hard", they say, making you absolutely seeth with anger. who the hell did they think they were? just then you spot mingyu from the corner of your eye. you had forgotten you had asked him to come over because you had forgotten your wallet at his place and he offered to come to drop it off back to you that evening.

so you put on your fakest smile and do something stupid but desperate times call for desperate measures.

"baby, you're finally here!", you say loudly, walking over to mingyu as he comes up to you both. you latch your arm around mingyu's, leaning your head on his arm. "i was waiting for you", you add looking at mingyu as you bat your eyelashes at him. mingyu would just be so confused and literally, just be like wtf as he looks at you. you give him a small nudge with your elbow, as you side-eye your ex hoping he'll get the message and play along. and thankfully he does. he smiles, and his arm goes around your waist, pulling you closer than you already were. "were you waiting long? the traffic was horrible", he says. your ex just watches all this unfold. "oh, you should meet my boyfriend", you say as you look at your ex. they just gives you both a stiff smile. "we should head home soon hm, i have something special planned", mingyu adds, leaning in to kiss your cheek, catching you off guard. you ex excuses himself and finally heads off. you watch as he leaves, rolling your eyes.

"that asshole", you mutter. "who do they think there are huh, can't believe i actually dated a piece of shit like them", you add, clearly frustrated. a few more profanities leave your lips while mingyu just looks at you, amused at the situation he's been caught in. you don't even realize that you're still holding mingyu's hand until you feel him squeeze your hand ever so slightly. so you look down and look back up at him before letting go of his hand. not going to lie, he would be a bit :\ because of how fast you let go of his hand but he won't say anything.

"so i'm your boyfriend now hm", he says with that stupid smile as he raises an eyebrow. "noo", you defend and he'll pout. "kidding, anyways who was that guy?", he prompts. "my ex, that little shit", you say and mingyu can tell you're extremely annoyed. "here's your wallet", he says as he hands it to you, fetching it from his pocket. "thank you", you say, really grateful this time, because as annoying as he was, he was still a nice guy.

mingyu would offer to drive you home and you agree because it was raining and you didn't really have any other means of transportation so late at night. "i could really use a drink or two", you say as mingyu drives. so that's how you end up in a bar nearby, having a heart-to-heart conversation with mingyu - your rival in business and the guy to who you refused to believe you were attracted. and once again, you find yourself waking up in an unfamiliar bed, only to realize it's mingyu's bed...again. "fuck", you mutter as you try to get out of bed, but mingyu enters - shirtless of course.

"awake baby? i think i'm having deja-vu", he says, his arms crossed over his chest as he looks at you. "i'm sorry...you could have just dropped me home", you add. "but you basically passed out on the couch, how the hell was i supposed to drop you off home in that state", he counters. fair point. "okay im sorry. i'll treat you to lunch and dinner for letting me crash the night", you add and he smiles satisfied with the deal.

"so...do you remember what happened last night?", he adds, with a glint in his eyes. "hm what happened?", you ask, confused. you again have no recollection of the night before. he clicks his tongue. "im disappointed baby, i thought you would remember", he says as he walks up to the bed. "why...what happened?", you ask, unsure. "you really don't remember?", he frowns and shakes his head. "you don't remember asking me to sleep with you? i had to pry you off me", he says and you are horrified. "what…i would never....i didn't", you stutter. "hell you even tried to steal a few smooches". "stop lying i swear i will actually strangle you", you tell making him chuckle, showing his pretty smile. "no but you really did ask me to sleep with you baby", he says completely serious this time and you can feel your cheeks heat up because what the fuck. you really must've had too much to drink.

"it must've been a while since your last partner if you're so desperate for me", he'll tease. asshole. "i'll happily oblige if you ask me sober though", he adds with a wink making you whack him with the pillow.

you'll go home that day annoyed, hot, and bothered and won't be able to stop thinking about mingyu and his stupidly handsome face and body.

doesn't it suck to have the person you hate on your mind constantly? expect it wasn't exactly hate with mingyu. it was more how you just refused to believe you were attracted to him that made you think about him even more. not to mention you were business rivals, so you didn't want to do anything stupid.

it's been a few weeks and as much it pained you to admit it, you did wish mingyu stopped by but he hadn't in the last few weeks. and just as you were locking up and about to leave, you see a familiar figure strolling inside your restaurant - mingyu.

"what do you want?", you ask coldly, tired from the long day. "now is that how you greet a friend?", he asks, crossing his arms over his chest. you noticed how the shirt he was wearing just hugged his body and arms, showing off his biceps. and he was wearing glasses too. fuck he looked so hot tonight. you cleared your throat before speaking.

"im tired okay, what's up?", you repeat. "just came for dinner", he prompts and you're lost. "sorry what? we're closed", you say. "did someone forget they owe me lunch and dinner? how ungrateful", he says, shaking his head with a scoff. right, you promised him you'd treat him for letting you crash in his place.

"right...what do you want?", you ask. "i want you to cook me something that you love to eat", he asks. "i'll buy you something how's that?", you bargain. "no can do baby. or do you want the whole world to know that you're dying to sleep with me", he asks with a raised brow making you narrow your eyes at him. "you're such an ass", you mumble, purposely nudging your elbow into him as you walk ahead.

you lock up and mingyu would drive you back to your place where you decide to cook your favorite pasta for him. it was simple, easy to make, and super yummy too. mingyu would hang around in the kitchen as you started cooking, and maybe give you some unsolicited decor advice, making you roll your eyes. and you notice how mingyu's hands would just automatically start helping you gather ingredients or things - i guess that’s what happens when you cook for a living. you'd have to smack his hands off, telling him you'd manage to make him pout.

he'll lean back on the other end of the counter as you stand chopping some vegetables and doing some prep for the pasta. "so did your ex pay you a visit again?", mingyu asks, looking at you keenly. "that idiot did come in the morning again, and was asking where you were", you say. "what did you say?", "nothing, just that you had worked", you add. "but i don't think he'll come again, hopefully", you add.

"was he good in bed?", mingyu asks, like it's the most normal question in the world, catching you completely off guard. "excuse me? what kind of question is that?", you say, looking at him. "what, can't i know about your loser ex? i'm guessing he was pretty shit seeing as you've been dying to sleep with me", he adds with a smug smirk. as he pushes his glasses up. "what- firstly i am not dying to sleep with you and secondly i don't see why that actually matters to you", you say, getting annoyed. mingyu did an excellent job getting on your nerves.

"yeah so he was shit in bed", mingyu concludes when you avoid the question. "fuck you mingyu", you say, giving his a side eye. "oh, so you want me to? i'll gladly do it, just ask", he says nonchalantly. "like you're that good in bed either", you mumble to yourself but obviously mingyu heard you.

"is that a challenge baby? do you want me to show you", he asks with a raised brow. "whatever oh my god, just let me cook", you snap back at him, getting your focus back onto prepping for the pasta.

after a few seconds of silence, mingyu speaks up again. "baby if you need help, i'll be more than happy to. it feels awkward just standing here doing nothing", he asks again. "firstly, my name is -", you start, looking up to glance at mingyu. and maybe it was because you looked away for a second or because you were tired, your hand slipped and the knife sliced your finger. "OW", you yell, dropping the knife on the counter as you clutch your finger to your chest.

mingyu would be by your side in an instant. "what happened?", he asks and he gets his answer from the drops of blood on the countertop. "shit", he mutters. he can tell by the way your finger is bleeding that it's deep and bad cut. "where's your first aid kit", he asks urgently. "top shelf on the right", you mumble. he'll clear the countertop, pushing all the ingredients and chopping board to the side to make some space for you. you feel his hands on your waist as he gently hoists you up so you're now sitting on the countertop.

"here, let me see hm", he asks softly. you open your hands and hear him take in a sharp breath. it was pretty bad. you had cut not one, but two fingers and they were pretty deep slices, ouch. he'll wipe your finger with a wet cloth first. then he'll dab the disinfectant on, and you close your eyes because it burned like shit. "oww it hurts", you whine. "let me do it, i can manage mingyu", you huff but he won't let you. "don't - just let me help you".

he'll clean your other cuts and it just burns so bad you end up leaning your forehead on mingyu's shoulder, as he's standing in front of you. he'll gently bandage your fingers and make sure you were all okay. "done, you are okay baby?", he asks as you're still leaning your head against him. "hm", you manage to say. you lift your head up but you're still so close to mingyu, you gulp as you look at him. "sorry, i guess i was just tired", you tell softly. "you should have told me, we could have done this another time", he scolds. "i owed you though", you mumble, looking down. and i wanted to spend time with you.

"i'll be okay, it's no big deal", you add and you're hyper-aware of mingyu's hands resting on your thighs as he stares at you. "you're really stubborn you know", he adds making you scoff. "stubborn? me?? have you seen yourself, you're so damn cocky about everything", you counter. he won't say anything but he did love seeing you all feisty, he thought it was hot. "what can i say, i like being the best in everything i do", he counters, giving you a little smirk.

and you can't take it anymore. you couldn't take his stupid smile and how stupidly attracted you were to him. you couldn't take the tension anymore, so you just grabbed mingyu by the collar of his shirt and pulled him forward, kissing him. he would be caught off guard for a second but he'll smirk into the kiss, kissing you back as he moves his lips against yours. his hand moves up to cup your cheek as your fist where you held the collar of his shirt tightens, feeling giddy with the kiss. you pull away.

"we shouldn't be doing this", you say breathlessly. "give me one good reason why we shouldn't", he responds as he captures your lips again, his other hand going to wrap around your waist, pulling you closer against him. "fuck...because we're rivals and i'm supposed to hate you", you mumble between kisses. "let's just screw that and start over", he says as he leaves a trail of soft kisses on your collarbone. but your mind is too fuzzy to care anymore. you look at him, his lips pink and plump from all the kissing. he starts to kiss your neck, making you gasp as your eyes flutter close. he leaves a trail of soft kisses on your collarbone. "m-mingyu", you whisper. "hm tell me what you want baby", he groans softly, kissing up to your jawline as you grip his arm. "you're so annoying"softly, kissing up to your jawline. he moves his hand to remove his glasses when you stop him. "don't, i like how they look on you", you say, looking at him as you bite your lip. "oh really? how does it look on me?", he asks, fully knowing the answer but he just wanted to hear it from you. "makes you look so hot", you mumble against his lips, kissing him. he kisses you back as he moves his lips against yours. his hand moves up to cup your cheek as your fist where you held the collar of his shirt tightens, feeling giddy with the kiss.

you don't know how you made it to your bed, as mingyu hovers over you, his shirt thrown somewhere to the side. "i'll fuck you so good that the only name you'll remember is mine", he taunts, whispering in your ear before kissing you again. his cheeks flushed and his hair falling over his face as he looks down at you. with such passion making you dizzy.

you stir awake and open your eyes to see mingyu soundly sleeping next to you. his arm is lazily around your waist, his hair falling over his hair in a cute mess. the events of last night are still clear in your head. what was going to happen now? what were the two of you?

you gently move, trying not to wake up mingyu, but he stirs slowly beside you, his arm tightening against your waist as he pulls you closer. "five more minutes", he mumbles and you can't really do anything to get out of his killer grip, so you lay there in his arms, admiring his pretty face.

"your five minutes are up", you say, pushing against his chest to get out of his hold, making mingyu open his eyes. "you're so mean", he mumbles, letting you get out of his grasp.

your clothes are scattered on the floor from the night before and you reach out for the closest thing near you - mingyu's shirt. you can definitely see him check you out as you are draped in his shirt as he shows his pretty grin to you. mingyu makes breakfast and soon you both part ways, having to attend to the restaurant.

that night, you crash in bed and you can't stop thinking about what happened between you both. what was going to happen? how could you possibly stay friends with him? would it be weird? and mostly, you were scared. you still didn't want to admit how you felt about him. and after last night's events, you were even more confused and unsure. so you do the worst thing anyone can do - try to avoid mingyu and pretend like it didn't happen.

it's easy at first because you're both busy with your work. but mingyu would leave you occasional texts to which you would just reply with short sentences, making up excuses that you were busy or tired if he asked if you were free for dinner or coffee. but then mingyu obviously picks up on your behavior and maybe starts to feel bad. and he decides to finally do something about it.

you wrap up for the night and are heading out the door when you bump into someone since you were looking at your phone as you walked. "ouch-oh", you let out upon seeing whom you had bumped into - mingyu.

"hi", you say, gaining your balance as you step back. "hi" he says as he looks at you. "what's up?", you ask. "i'm here to get my second treat from you", he adds and when you give him a confused look he elaborates. "did someone forget they owe me two meals?", he prompts with a raised eyebrow. this annoying asshole.

"thought you forgot about", you mumble under your breath. "how could i, what do you take me for hm", he teases making you glare at him. since you'd been avoiding him, you forgot how cocky and annoying he was, even though you hated to admit how much it turned you on and how much you found him insanely attractive.

"what do you want? i'll buy you dinner", you tell. "nope, you've to make me something", he tells, not budging. "fine i'll make you ramen", you tell. he raises his eyebrows. "are you flirting with me right now?", he asks. you simply push past him and walk ahead mumbling under your breath as he laughs and follows behind you.

you both are in your apartment now. taking a pot, you fill it with water and wait for it to boil as mingyu leans back against the counter. you're about to chop some green onions when mingyu steps in. "let me hm, don't want you cutting yourself again", he says as he takes the knife from you, chopping them neatly. you just hoped he didn't bring up what happened last time now because you would die on the spot if he did that.

"so...can i ask you why you've been avoiding me?", he finally asks. your leaning against the other side of the counter now as mingyu turns back to look at you. great, here we go.

"what do you mean, i haven't been avoiding you", you lie, trying to sound convincing but mingyu can see right through you. "don't lie baby, it's very obvious", he says crossing his arms across his chest, which only emphasized his biceps even more.

"is it because of what happened between us last time?", he asks as he looks at you. the way he looks at you and waits tells you that he did genuinely have feelings for you. you liked him too, he definitely made your heart jump. but you both were supposed to be rivals and you're feelings were complicated, and you didn't know how to say it.

"i'm not going to lie, i did feel bad. i thought there was a spark between us you know", he says. the water is boiling now but mingyu didn't move and neither did you.

"yeah, it was fine. just... let's just treat it like a one-night stand and move on okay. forget about it", you tell, dismissing the topic and your feelings completely, and you didn't miss the flash of hurt that reflected in mingyu's eyes.

you come forward to put the ramen in the water along with the flavoring packets as you try to ignore mingyu's presence next to you. "wow", he finally says. "so that's all it was to you? it didn't mean anything? because from what i remember i clearly felt something and so did you", he adds, not letting go of the topic.

"it's just something that happened-" "did you want it", he asks cutting you off. the ramen is still boiling but neither of you pays attention to it anymore. "i mean yeah but that doesn't need to define our relationship", you tell. "what are we now?", you ask.

"i don't know but i thought it could be the start of something. but seeing how you just thought about it as a one-night stand and have been ignoring me ever since tells me all i need to know", he tells as he runs a hand through his hair. you finally turn back your attention to the ramen, which is clearly been boiling for too long. turning off the stove, you serve some for yourself and mingyu and push the bowl toward him.

neither of you talk as you both eat, mingyu inhaling the noodles. you can tell he's pissed off but he still helps you clean up before leaves, only telling you thanks for the ramen as he steps out the door of your apartment.

that week mingyu doesn't text you or call. it was selfish of you to think that he would. but still, you unconsciously found yourself waiting for his text or his goofy face to pop by your restaurant. and that's when you realized you missed him. you really did like him alot. that night after a long day and a long week, you find yourself drinking alone in the corner of a cute restaurant, just drowning in your sorrows. you were pretty tipsy at this point and some random person decided to sit next to you, annoying you and was trying to make small talk with you.

"can you leave, please? i don't think i know you", you tell but they don't seem to listen. that's when you hear a familiar voice. "i think you need to go", the voice says and you look up. "who are you?" "they're my partner", you hear the voice say as the person gets up, walking off as the person glares at him.

the mystery person who just saved you takes a seat opposite you and you stare at him trying to figure out where you've seen him before. "you look like someone i know", you tell, taking another sip of your drink, only to find the glass empty as you ask for another drink. "yeah you look like this guy mingyu", you tell and he chuckles because it was, in fact, mingyu who was sitting in front of you.

after taking a few sips of your refreshed drink, you launch into an explanation about mingyu...to mingyu because you're too drunk to realize mingyu is in front of you and you just needed to get things off your chest.

"who's mingyu?", he asks. "this guy who's super annoying but also so attractive. and i just fucked up big time with him. we ended up sleeping together but then i just told him to forget about it basically. and now i'm just going to die single", you tell. mingyu smiles softly at that. " but how do you feel about him?", he asks, curious to know what you really felt and thought about him.

"i do like him, even though he's too cocky for his own good and annoying, he's pretty cool. i can't seem to think straight when i'm around him. i was just scared to admit my feelings after and screwed up, causing a mess. but i really really do like him", you tell, as you down your drink. mingyu stops your hand when you ask for another drink. "i think you've had enough for tonight baby, let's get you home", he says and soon he's driving you back home while you're passed out asleep in the passenger seat of his car.

you stir awake in bed, your head heavy from last night's drinking. you open your eyes and look around. since when did you have yellow walls? you look around and get up, realizing this isn't your room, but why does it seem vaguely familiar? just then a head peeps into the room - mingyu.

what the hell? he sees you awake and gives you that toothy, stupid, pretty smile. "you're awake i see", he tells, crossing his arms as he leans against the doorframe. "you should just move into my place hm i can see that you love it so much", he adds, being sarcastic and teasing you. "why am i here?", you ask, confused, not being able to recall how or why you even ended up in mingyu's house. you're just hoping you didn't do anything stupid last night.

"bad memory again baby?", he prompts and you give him a small glare.

"shit", you mumble under your breath as you wrack your brain and try to recall last nights events. "sorry i keep crashing at your place", you add, feeling guilty. "i made breakfast, eat before it get's cold", he says before retreating back to the dining hall. you follow him after a minute and you're about to just walk away.

"it's fine, i'll eat later", you say but mingyu just puts the plate in front of you, guiding you to a seat and pushing you down to sit. "you're really going to refuse my world famous french toast?", he asks.

you take a bite and nod because it was actually very yum. "how'd i end up here anyway?", you ask, looking at mingyu. "you texted me", he says and you wait for him to explain more. "or like left me a few really misspelled drunk texts which i had to put together to figure out where you were". then you remember. right, that's what i was doing, trying to forget about mingyu, yet here you were at his house.

"and then you passed out in my car when i was driving you home and you wouldn't wake up so i had to take you back to my place", he explains between bites of his toast. you cringe at the memory. "sorry", you mumble out.

later that week you still can't stop thinking about mingyu and even more so. he was just so sweet and charming. and you missed him. you're laying down in bed and it's late. you're staring at the ceiling and thinking about mingyu and your feelings. what was i so scared off? was i going to push away somehow just because i was unsure and scared, and maybe lose out on something because of that? and then regret it. you didn't want to. you'd done that plenty of times before and knew how it ended. so you get up. you were not going to make the same mistake with mingyu.

you threw on a hoodie and shoes and took the bus, making your way to mingyu's house. you run from the bus stop to his place, not caring if people gave you weird looks. you were just hoping that it wasn't too late and that mingyu would still listen and maybe give you a chance.

you run up the stairs not caring to wait for the elevator and ring his doorbell, leaning your hand against his door as you catch your breath. the door opens and you lose your balance, falling right into mingyu's arm. he catches you. "woah woah", he says seeing you. "y/n?", he asks, seeing you breathless. "are you okay? did something happen?", he asks again. you step inside, the door closing behind you.

"let me get you some water and-", "i like you too okay", you tell, catching him off guard and he just stares at you. "i like you a lot mingyu. i was just scared of my feelings and pushed you away and i was an idiot but now i realized now. i'm sorry about the other day, i shouldn't have said that but now i can see it, that i really like you", you continue in one breath as you look at mingyu.

mingyu falters, trying to hide the smile that so desperately wants to burst across his face. "damn, i didn't think you'd be so upfront about it", he tells as he smiles at you finally. "so you finally decided that you like me huh", he teases, taking a stride ahead as you take a step back until you're backed up against the door. mingyu stands in front of you, his arms on both sides of your body. he leans in ever so slightly. "y-yeah", you reply softly as you look at his lips.

mingyu smiles and you can't take it anymore. you lean forward and kiss him, melting right into his arms as his hands move to your waist, pulling you against him. god you had missed this. his lips were soft and they moved against yours making you dizzy. "i missed you", you whisper against his lips and he lets out a soft grunt. "me too baby but i knew you'd come around", he says. he sees your furrowed brows and realizes you didn't remember the drunk confession you had made to him.

"you don't remember? that night you called me over and like told me everything and confessed when you were drunk. i was just waiting for you to tell me when you were sober", he tells, kissing your jaw. "i really need to cut down on alcohol", you mutter and he chuckles. you find his lips again and kiss him. "you're really darn stubborn you know", mingyu tells you once he breaks away making you whack his arm.

he grins as he chases after your lips again, guiding you to the couch, pulling you on top of him, never once breaking away, making you breathless once again. "you now owe me another meal", he mumbles between kisses. "hm", you mumble, pecking his nose.

"be my boyfriend?", you ask, looking at him and he grins at that word. "whatever you want baby, i'm all yours", he tells as he kisses you again and you get lost in the feeling of his kisses and how his lips feel on yours.

it's been about three months since you and mingyu have been dating after you finally came to your senses and finally acknowledged your feelings about him. and honestly you were so happy. mingyu was sweet, funny, honest, passionate, and still annoyingly attractive but who were you to complain because you had him all to yourself now.

you're at mingyu's place because you're finally keeping your end of the deal and cooking another meal for him because you still owed mingyu one last meal, and he wasn't going to let you forget about it. after months of nagging and forgetting, remembering and nagging again, here you are, cooking him a meal.

"i really didn't think you'd make me cook for you again after i admitted how i felt like that's just petty", you tell. "we made a deal hm and it still has to be fulfilled", he counters. "i was glad you forgot about it...until now", you mumble and he chuckles.

you had prepared pork tonkatsu with some sides and you set everything on the table. "looks good", he says. "of course, this is like my specialty", you tell proudly with a smile. you watch as mingyu takes a bite and chews. "it's...better than i expected", he admits and you smile. "see, everyone loves it"

oh, and mingyu still loves to tease you about how you were 'playing hard to get' on purpose. "you know i still don't get why you hated me", he asks after dinner, where you both are sitting on the couch, having some cake mingyu bought.

"i didn't hate you", you defend. "liar, you totally hated me like i swear i saw lasers shooting from your eye the first time we met", he counters and you roll your eyes at his exaggeration.

"i just...i don't know, i thought you were so full of yourself and too cocky...and too good looking", you tell mumbling the last part. "hm what was that baby?", he prods, as he puts his plate down. "nothing", you tell. "speak up baby", "that you were too good looking oh my god", you tell, annoyed.

''you left out the most important part". "what?", you ask, confused. "that you were dying to sleep with me", he completes, with a stupid smirk.

"mingyu!", you exclaim, whacking his arm as he laughs. "i was not okay", you tell, putting down your plate too. "i just-" "was so desperate for me", he says, finishing the sentence for you, making you glare at him as he leans closer, wrapping his arm around your waist as he pulls you closer to him.

"you're so annoying", you huff. "only for you", he replies, as he leans in to kiss you and you get lost in the feeling of his lips on yours.

"you need to cook me something next time", you mumble as you pull away. "hm whatever you want", he says as he chases after your lips again, making you melt in his embrace.

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livestream vol. 2 | pjm

prompt: sex during livestream (2)

the first one here! - livestream | pjm

⸝⸝ pairing: bf!jimin x fem!reader

⸝⸝ warnings: smut, creampie, whispering, sneaking around, risky, kissing, bf material, horny bf, sex during live, bj, cumming on tits, etc.

⸝⸝ word count: 2.1k

⸝⸝ note: the concept of this sounded hot to me so i wrote a little something out.. realistically, i feel like armys would know immediately if something like this was going on during a live but lol let's just pretend they got away with this with nobody ever found out! 😍

nsfw, 18+, minors dni

the door slowly creeps open and you poke your head inside. jimin turns to look at you and smiles upon seeing your face. you begin to slowly walk into the bedroom , revealing your outfit. jimin quickly covers the webcam with his the palm of his hand , caught off guard by your outfit. ''you look nice.'' jimin says in a low tone.

you wore a thin lingerie set. you had just bought it earlier that day and couldn't want to show jimin. he looks you up and down , taking in your figure. he points his head toward the computer. you look at it , seeing the live chat rapidly moving up as thousands of people comment all at once. you begin feeling embarrassed , mouthing 'sorry' before getting out of the frame and walking into the bathroom.

jimin uncovers his hand and apologizes to the chat nervously. luckily , nobody saw too much to know what exactly was going on. you slip into your robe , covering yourself up before heading back into the room. jimin looks over at you as he's now paranoid you might accidentally slip up. he relaxes once he notices that you're fully covered now , inviting you to sit with his lap and talk with the chat for a few minutes.

the chat is very excited to see you. they loved getting small breadcrumbs of you and jimin's relationship. jimin holds onto you , swaying side to side in his chair. he starts fidgeting with random things on his desk. he picks up a pen and clicks it as he reads the chat , trying to find a conversation starter. suddenly , the pen falls out of his hands. you instinctively bend down to pick it up. jimin watches this. your robe slightly lifts up and he gets a glimpse of the thin pale blue panties.

he giggles nervously , not wanting to bring attention to what you had on underneath the robe. you smile back at him , enjoying this little secret in front of thousands of people. you place the pen on the desk and you both quickly move on. you talk with his fans for a few minutes before eventually , the wifi crashes , causing the livestream to shut off.

jimin curses under his breath and begins to play around with the wires connected to his computer. you stand up and take off the robe now. jimin can't help but sneak a few glances in your direction. you knew he was deeply attracted to you and something like this was probably driving him crazy. he gets the computer started again. ''put the robe back on.'' he says , the cursor hovering over the 'start live' button. you do as he says and walk back over to him.

''this one will only be a few minutes.'' jimin says. as you sit on his lap , you feel him getting firm from under you. you turn back to look at him. ''really?'' you say with a giggle. he gets slightly red as he becomes shy. ''it's not my fault.'' he says. you then lift up the robe just over your butt. jimin looks down and sees this.

''stop that.'' he says nervously. ''you're the one that can't control your urges.'' you tease. he leans back in the chair and holds onto your sides. ''quickly , please.'' he says. ''quickly what?'' you say , wanting him to beg you properly. ''i don't wanna wait anymore.'' he sounds antsy as he sits back up and runs his hands over your thighs. you giggle , seeing as the cursor still hovers over the 'start live' button. ''how about you finish the live first.'' you say , pointing at the screen.

''i can do both.'' he places his hand on his mouse. you stop him , quickly getting nervous. ''on live? people will know.'' you push his hand off of the mouse. ''no funny games.'' you turn to look at him. jimin's eyes are planted on your body. he slides the robe up even more now , staring at your back. ''i need it.'' he says. not waiting for your reply , he stands up , naturally forcing you to stand up as well and begins undoing his pants.

you place your hands on his desk , watching as he wastes no time to pull out his cock. he grabs your arm and pulls it behind you , placing your hand on his dick. you slowly begin stroking it before turning around and quickly getting to your knees. jimin shakes his head and pulls you back up to your feet and forces you to turn around. he lifts the robe up and moves your panties to the side.

he impatiently slides into you , holding onto your sides. he turns around and pulls you close to him as he slowly sits back down on the desk chair. he pulls your robe down slightly above your butt. you slowly grind on him as he takes deep pleasurable breaths. he clicks 'start live' with a shaky hand , holding you still as the timer hits 0.

people fill up the livestream in seconds , asking what happened and why he suddenly left. he quickly explains the wifi crash situation to the fans. he changes the topic and chats with the live like normal. every once and a while , you adjust your position on his lap. jimin sucks in a breath , not wanting to moan in front of thousands of people. he grips onto the left side of your waist. you knew this was torture for him , but this was his idea afterall.

someone in the chat asks you a question. you lean forward in jimin's lap as you begin answering and talking about several different things with the chat. jimin stays silent , adding nothing to whatever was being said. ''right jimin?'' you turn to face him. he slowly nods , giving you a look. you smile and turn back to the computer , ignoring it.

this goes on for a few minutes. you talk with the chat and adjust in your chair. jimin sits up , suddenly announcing to the chat that you guys will be heading out for the night. he kindly tells the chat to stay safe and eat well before quickly shutting the live off. as soon as the live goes off , he lifts his shirt above his abs and lays back on the chair. he grabs onto your hips and begins thrusting you , catching you off guard.

you jolt forward and let out a surprised yelp. jimin grunts as he doesn't slow down. you grip onto his desk tightly , shutting your eyes as jimin roughly pounds you. he stops suddenly , already out of breath. his chest rapidly goes up and down as he catches his breath. ''take it off.'' he tugs at the robe. you follow his demand , taking the robe off and tossing it to the side.

he groans at the sight of your body. ''you look so good.'' he whispers. he grabs your hair and stands up. he walks you over to the bed as he's still deep inside of you. he pushes you over onto the bed. he grabs your right leg and puts it over the bed. your eyes are half lidded with pleasure as jimin holds onto your thigh , slowly stroking in and out of you.

he runs his fingertips down your back , giving you goosebumps. he bends over on top of you and kisses your ear , staying in that position for a moment. his phone begins to vibrate on his desk. he groans , standing back up. he tries to ignore it , pulling you back up and gripping your neck. he forces you to arch your back. he holds your face next to his as he slowly fucks you again. the vibrating eventually stops , so jimin continues. he trails his hand from your neck all the way down to your stomach before sliding his hand down your panties.

he rests his hand over your vagina , feeling how soaked you were because of him. he begins rubbing on your vagina in circular motions , still fucking you at a steady pace. you unarch and lean forward , biting your lip as jimin begins to move faster.

his phone begins vibrating again , but he still ignores it. ''j-jimin...'' you whimper. you look over at his phone , seeing it was his managers contact. you slightly turn and push against his stomach. ''your manager.'' you say softly. he finally stops , knowing he can't ignore a call from his manager.

he seems irritated with having to stop , being that he was so in the moment. he slides out of you and pulls down his pants completely before walking over to his desk. he grabs his phone and turns to look at you. ''don't move.'' he says. he answers the phone and begins talking with his manager. ''you went live already?'' his manager asks. ''mhm.'' jimin says in response. ''you need twenty more minutes.''

jimin rolls his eyes , very annoyed. ''i already went live.'' you lay on your stomach , still with your leg propped up as you listen to the conversation. jimin begins to nod and say 'ok' and 'yes' before eventually hanging up. he tosses his phone onto the bed.

he doesn't speak but instead grabs you. he unclips the bra of your lingerie set and leaves it on the bed. he slowly messages your breasts and leaves small pecks on your shoulders. ''what was the call about?'' you ask him. ''i have to continue the live.'' jimin sounds frustrated. you giggle placing your hands over his and lean your head back onto his chest. ''we can finish this later.'' you say.

he shakes his head and walks over to his desk. he points to under your desk. you quickly realize want he wants. ''no way , people will hear me.'' you say. ''then don't make noise.'' jimin turns around and faces his computer. you softly smile , lowkey excited. you crawl under the desk and rest on your knees. you hear jimin laugh as people in the chat celebrate that he's back once again.

jimin speaks , replying to comments and talking about upcoming events with the group. he grabs onto his cock , stroking it. you grab it , scooting forward and stuffing it into your mouth. jimin pauses mid sentence for a second , attempting to act as normally as possible. you begin to slowly suck him off , trying your hardest to not make slurping sounds.

jimin surprsingly keeps his compsure , talking quietly and slowly with the chat. you wrap your hand around his cock and begin teasing the tip of it with your tongue. jimin reaches down and grabs onto your hair , forcing your head down on his cock. you move your hand as jimin shoves his entire cock into your mouth. you try not to gag and make noise. jimin lets go after a few moments , adjusting in his chair as he speaks.

you quietly gasp for air and lift his cock up slightly. you begin running your tongue over his balls , rubbing and messaging them with your hands. jimin clears his throat , adjusting more frequently now. you smile , knowing he was close.

for a few more minutes , you pump his dick. over time you begin feeling more bold , not really caring about being caught and making noise. you spit on his tip , rubbing it in with your hands as you start jerking him off. he kicks his leg slightly , trying his hardest not to moan. his body stiffens and he lays back on the chair as casually as possible.

he stops talking with the chat for a moment as he closes his eyes. you jerk him off faster and faster , wanting him to cum already. jimin glances down at you , not reacting to you jerking him off with one hand and holding one of your boobs in the other. jimin closes his eyes once again , clearing his throat. he scoots a bit closer to you. you keep the pace , not stopping or slowing down. his dick is wet and slippery , his cock sliding through your hands with ease.

jimin looks down at you again for a split second. you stick your tongue out , wanting his cum to squirt out onto your face and mouth. jimin uncontrollably grunts before catching himself. his cum spills out of his cock. you lean forward and bring your breasts toward him. he covers them with his cum. you continue stroking him , making sure he's completely empty. you quietly giggle as jimin is laid back in the chair , his eyes lost in the chat as he finishes cumming.

you look down at your breasts , his cum slowly dripping down them. jimin sits back up , licking his lips and starting to say goodbye to his fans for the final time that night.

edit: the image in my head throughout the entire writing process 😭

written by swanlakebaby™

#bts #bts fic #bts fanfic #bts x reader #kpop #park jimin #bts jimin #bts smut #jimin x reader #jiminie #smut #jimin #jimin bts #bangtan #bts army #jimin smut #bts x you

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fiendishfables · 2 months

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hello!! i saw ur blog and i was super excited to see another aroaceee is it alright if you do platonic adam x reader headcanons? he can be reader's friend, sibling, or preferably reader's father figure as long as its platonic, anything u'd like is fine! sorry if my request is kinda weird lol, i just haven't seen a lot of platonic hazbin hotel stuff (especially stuff with adam in it)

a/n: Always good to meet other aroace individuals, indeed. I personally love Adam, he is absolutely my favorite character. I’ve been dying to write for him more and thinking of him as a dad is just my favorite scenario-

warnings: cursing, Adam being Adam, brief mentions of sex, subtle hints at Lute x Adam (if you squint)

words: 944

additional notes: this was one of my first asks I ever got; I AM SO SORRY FOR THE WAIT. Enjoy~!

Adam as a Father Figure

Headcanons

First of all, he never expected to actually have a kid of his own, but now here he was

By the time you turned 6, you knew about every single curse word in existence, along with a (disturbingly) decent amount of female anatomy

Lute gets promoted to babysitter

When Adam is off performing with his band or needed in the council/other Heavenly resides, Lute is responsible for keeping track of his child

Even if she lost you (which she has, multiple times) he won't be that worried

You were a kid and as far as Adam knew, kids needed food

Hence how he knew you would find your way back to him eventually

Okay scratch that, maybe he does get a little worried...a lot

Starts to doubt his ability as a parent

Once he even got Sera to send out a search party for you because you had been gone longer than usual

It worried him sick whenever you went exploring, but he was almost a bit prideful that his offspring had managed to inherit his sneaking around capabilities already at such a young age

Lute has had to console her boss many times in response to your random disappearances under her watchfulness

He has legit been facedown on the couch with his head in her lap whilst he bawls his eyes out, blabbering to her about his worries pertaining to you, and then somehow that stems to his hopes and dreams in life (he doesn't wanna talk about it)

Only for you to walk in with food from some random location about 10 minutes later

You'd be on the floor as soon as you enter the domicile because Adam would have jumped on you and then proceeded to hug the very life out of you (all while stealing your bag of food in the process and running off with it)

Calls you a bitch, dumbass, and 'a little shit' for worrying him

Though he would never openly admit he had been worried

He doesn't care if you have a social life, he wants you home safe before 9pm, sharp

── ･｡☆*☽*☆ﾟ.──

Teaches you how to play guitar

He claims its because he wants to pass on one of his awesome talents to his only child, but he also really wants you to join him and his band on stage one day or another

You are in the starter stages of learning and are able to accurately get chords down and learn to read sheet music

A tear just may have come to his eye

The first song you two ever perform together is "Hell is Forever"

He did see someone try to give you a rose after your performance and nearly knocked them out

Trust him, he's a sex and relationship positive guy (for the most part) but he also can't help but feel like he wants to protect you at all costs

If you dare to call him over-protective, he will very gladly give you the silent treatment for a good 5 minutes

After that time mark, he will be groveling at your feet and whining about how sorry he is (rare that he actually says 'sorry')

His biggest fear is his own child having it out for him and not wanting anything to do with him

A clingy parent, no doubt

Wants to train you in the ways of becoming an Exorcist Angel

Poor guy is a bit insecure about everything and needs extra reassurance, though he would never ever outwardly ask for it

That's a sign of weakness in his eyes

Not for his child though

You come to him with even the smallest hint of watery eyes and he is already going full dad-mode

Determined to find the fucker who made you upset

Promises to give em' a good ol' kick in the balls (or vag)

Adam won't discriminate, he's just there to beat the ass of whoever hurt his precious baby

He will get in a fist fight with Sera in order to make you happy

Just expect to be the one he then blames when he gets demoted

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Adam totally took lots of naps before he had a child, so this just makes for the two of you ending up crashing on the couch together and creating a melodic tune out of your in-sync snoring patterns

Anything the two of you can do together without constantly arguing is a miracle, so this is to be cherished

He has definitely given you some very creative nicknames (as he calls himself 'Dickmaster')

Lute has taken many pictures

She wants to make a photo album and give it to Adam one day just to piss him off

But as she knows how much he really cares for you, she does not want to risk him growing apart from you due to something stupid she did for a few momentary laughs

Let's you two have your moments without interrupting

The two of you always fight over food and who gets to pick where you go for the evening, if going anywhere at all

Lute claims that you are making Adam all the more emotional, but no one seems to be complaining

Especially not the High Council

Its nice to have him shut his mouth for once and remotely think about his actions and who they could potentially effect

Adam has something to lose now, and everyone in both Heaven and Hell alike knew it

No demon spawn would ever get to set even a foot near you

You were the first life he felt truly responsible for

He refuses to fuck it up and lose someone else he cares about

He would protect you until the ends of time, whether you liked it or not

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bratphilia · 5 months

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── ★ ˙ slice of heaven ̟ !!

pairing ✧.*‎‎ leon s. kennedy x reader

cw ✧.*‎‎ reader is of age, hyperfem, afab!reader, real dad!leon, incest, age difference, oral sex (f receiving)

taglist ✧.*‎‎ @gilfhub @iwantyouinacage @d10nyx @leonspup @snowzbun

synopsis ✧.*‎ your dad comes home from his mission without your mom there for him to go bother.

the sound of the door shutting and a sigh ringing out from the lower level of the house was your cue to get up from bed and close the door to your room. your dad was called into another mission, having to fly out from the town you and your family resided in, to san francisco in order to carry it out. your dad never confided in you about his missions. you just were never close. polar opposites, really. when he wanted to teach you to use a gun, you were more interested in learning how to braid your own hair. it’s not like the two of you didn’t like each other or anything — you got along just fine — it was just something about him that always put you off.

for starters, he isn’t funny. not in the slightest. and the problem with that? he’s a wisecracking-dad-joking-machine. it’s annoying as fuck, the amount of times your eyes can roll until he gets the message. then there’s the part where you’re just not interested in his line of work. something he always wished for in his offspring — someone to take after him, take a liking to serving justice, and that just wasn’t you.

anyways, you always try to avoid your dad.

post-mission. he’s tired, in a pissy mood, fucking horny, and you want no part in that whatsoever. you can hear the bed rocking from downstairs sometimes after a particularly rough work trip, and it’s disturbing to be quite honest. sometimes, the shit he says travels through the vents, words such as “such a good fuckin’ pussy” and “gonna cum buried inside you” and other disgusting utterings you would rather not think about at this current moment. not unless you felt like puking your guts out.

however, this time is unique. your mom is away on a business trip herself. no, not something related to a viral infection, but something a lot more mellow — it’s still important, though. it’s rare that you have the house to yourself for days at a time, but you’ve enjoyed the excuse to do nothing, keeping a promise to leave the house in one piece.

so naturally, your dad is stumbling around downstairs. the telltale sound of the fridge opening and closing, most likely grabbing a beer bottle. you can hear him muttering curses to himself through the thin walls before he flicks on the television, drowning down everything. this is usually the part where you put a vinyl in on your record player and ignore the outside world around you, but you’re interrupted by your dad calling out your mom’s name.

“where the hell are ya?” he calls out once again.

it’s pissing you off. did he forget? you want to call back to him, tell him she still isn’t here, but a wiser person wouldn't disturb him. you did not want to draw any attention to yourself whatsoever. however, the worst case scenario comes true: you can hear footsteps up the stairs. you pray he’s using the bathroom, or going to the guest bedroom, or—

a knock resounds on your door. you bite back a sigh and get up to open it. you’re met with your dad, beer bottle in hand and supporting his weight on his right leg. the smell of alcohol overpowers the natural scent of vanilla your room seems to produce. he clears his throat. “hey kiddo, what’cha doing?”

“nothing,” you say, hoping the frown on your face conveys the message that he should not be still calling you ‘kiddo’ at your big age.

he mockingly pouts. “don’t look so down, kid. dad’s just teasing ya.”

“right,” you say, unamused. “i heard you calling out for mom. she’s still not back from her trip, y’know.”

your dad brushes past you to sit on your bed. he runs a hand through his hair. “right. okay.” he sounds thoroughly disappointed. he sets the beer bottle down on your nightstand, much to your chagrin. he pats a spot next to him on the bed, “c’mere.”

you sit next to him, hugging your knees to your chest and resting your chin on the joints. “how was it? staying home for a ‘lil while?”

“it was fine,” you say, keeping your answer short with disinterest.

“yeah? do anything fun?”

“no.”

"jeez, tough crowd,” he chuckles. you roll your eyes but keep yourself from talking back.

he sighs and nudges you with his arm. “hey, kid, why don’t we get along like we used to?”

“probably because you still call me ‘kid’ while i’m literally an adult,” you deadpan.

“ha-ha. fine, i’ll stop.”

you stubbornly don’t say anything back. he sighs again. “i’m sorry i give you a hard time and stuff. i’m just trying to mess around with you; don’t mean anything by it. i miss being close to you.”

“when have we ever been close?” you huff with a roll of your eyes.

“you kiddin’ me?” he says, not accusatory or anything, with a smile, actually. “remember when we would play baseball outside? or when i would give you piggyback rides n’ run up n’ down the stairs? what about all those batches of cookies we would make?”

“we did all that stuff when i was little,” you grumble. “i’ve changed.”

“right. that was before hello kitty n’ the gang came in your life and took my spot,” he chuckles, grabbing your my melody plush laying on your bed and flipping it over, running his hand over the soft fur absentmindedly. “we could still do that stuff together, y’know.”

“i don’t want to do that stuff,” you say finally.

“what? you like baking cookies, ‘s perfect for this whole coquette thing you got goin’ on,” he says.

you cringe at his use of the word. he’s too old to be using coquette in that context. where did he even learn that? he takes your pout in, your gaze fixed on the ground, and shakes his head. “c’mon, i’m trying here.”

“i can tell,” you grumble bitterly.

he soothes a hand on your back, plays with your hair ‘til it sweeps over the left side of your head, leans close to plant a kiss to your forehead. his arm stays slung over your shoulders. “gimme a break, you little monster.” you can’t help but smile and lean into his touch. when was the last time he held you like this?

then he ruins it when his hand runs down the small of your back and lingers there even when he pulls away to look at you. the way he looks at you is different. it instantly fades your smile, you can’t quite put your finger on what’s weird about it, though. “dad?”

“yes, baby?” he coos, blindly reaches for his beer and takes a long sip. he wipes his mouth with his sleeve when he sets it back down. you shake your head. “you’re so grown up, look just like your mom.”

oh. “in what way?” you hear yourself asking before you can stop yourself. the smile that overtakes leon runs a shiver down your spine.

“c’mere,” he holds his arms out again for you and you hesitantly, stupidly accept his embrace. his hands instantly go to the hem of your babydoll top and reveal your chest to him. you yelp in surprise, but before your arms can cover yourself he grasps them. he lets you go of your wrists, but he’s quicker to grip onto your bare breasts.

“mmm, no bra, sweetheart?” he comments but you’re too shocked to respond. shocked he even laid a hand on you.

he gropes your boobs, the calloused palms of his hands rub deliciously on your sensitive nipples. you’re sick in the head, you decide, absolutely mentally ill, for liking the way your dad is touching you right now. you hum uncontrollably, back twitching sensitively, anything to get away from his grip on you. your dad’s face is one of a kid’s in a candy store. all marveled at everything in front of him.

his thumbs reach out to tease your nipples. they run over the pointed skin and the noises that escape your mouth are absolutely pathetic. “this,” your dad says, “is what i mean.”

“dad,” you sniffle. “dad, stop. this is so wrong.” your hands grab at his wrists but you don’t have it in you to do anything with them. all you do is shut your eyes and let tears water them, hoping he’ll get the message and just stop.

“come on, baby,” you open your eyes and see your dad’s stupid pout. “won’t you let daddy touch his babygirl? i’ll be so gentle. just want us both to feel closer for a few minutes.”

you feel your stomach curl at his phrasing. was this what he had in mind this whole time? it makes you sick. you want to double over and throw up at his shoes right now, and maybe that will get him out of your room for the rest of the night.

“daddy,” you try to speak his language but it only makes things worse as he buries his face in the crook of your neck and inhales deeply. “stop, please.”

“c’mon, baby, lemme make you feel good,” he leans up to whisper in your ear. another shiver shoots down your spine and you wordlessly soften at his touch, your permission for him to continue. the truth is, nothing else can settle the ache between your legs that he started by putting his hands on you.

he settles you back onto the bed so that you laying down, both arms wrapped around you so lovingly. all the while he’s pressing kisses to every inch of flesh he can reach. “let’s get these off, ‘kay?” he mutters, hands tugging at the hem of your flimsy shorts. it’s the cute, waffle-knit white pair, with a pretty pink bow in the middle. he slides the material down your legs and you help him by kicking them off. you also take off your top in the process, the fabric is wrinkled from his earlier ministrations.

you didn’t think to wear a bra or panties since you were just lounging around in this outfit, no intentions to go out anywhere, and that went straight to leon’s cock. instantly, his face is pressed to your mound, sniffing you down there, running kisses up your thighs. your legs shake a little and he settles you by pressing your knees to your stomach. “just let daddy take care of you, he’ll kiss it better.”

with that, he presses a kiss to the hood of your clit. warmth dissipates throughout your stomach and tightens. “oh,” you moan out. your dad suckles on the sensitive area, expertly runs his tongue along it. you, with the limited experience you’ve had, can’t believe the attention you’re getting from him. you never even expected your dad to be capable of doing this.

it’s your intoxicating scent that pulls him back in for more, though. the way you internally have to wrestle yourself, he notices, to stay composed is just so adorable. the taboo-ness of it all fills leon with a sick sense of delight, too. that’s why he licks your pussy with fervor he didn’t even know he had within him. he laps up the area, slurping around, suckling you like he would with a straw. you squeal and hold onto your legs, trying your hardest not to move them and accidentally kick him.

wetness coats the area around your pussy and drips down to your ass. it’s to the point that an ugly squelch resounds every time he brings his mouth back down. you’re coating his face with your arousal and he honestly wishes he could drown in it. his tongue thrusts inside your weeping hole to gather the wetness there, all the while you dig your fingers into your sheets and muffle your moans with a closed mouth.

“‘s that feel good, honey?” he asks, and you catch a glimpse of his face. pupils blown out from pleasure, usually kempt hair in a mess, lower half of his face coated with your juices.

“mhm,” you whimper in response.

he takes that as a cue to amp things up a notch. suckling your clit like a vacuum, face pressed against you so that you could feel his cheeks buried against your pussy lips. he keeps sucking, shaking his head against you, ‘til you’re cumming on his face. he moans at the wetness flowering into his mouth and onto his chins, furthering your orgasm at the vibrations against you.

leon pulls away to press his forehead against yours, kisses your nose sweetly. “you’re my princess, you know that?”

“yeah,” you say quietly.

"yeah?” he repeats. “my best girl.”

#🎀 — diary entry #resident evil #resident evil x reader #resident evil smut #leon kennedy #leon s kennedy #leon kennedy x reader #leon kennedy smut #leon s kennedy x you #leon scott kennedy #re leon

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itsmeatballworld · 1 month

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| it ends in heartbreak |

pairing | daryl dixon x f!reader

summary | you both knew he would break your heart. he couldn't help himself.

wc | 1400

warnings | cursing, sadness/heartbreak [aka the title]

a/n | I've had this in my drafts forever lol I forgot about this one! Also this is the first time I've ever written pure angst so go easy on me <3

You always knew this day would come.

There were signs pointing to the downfall of your relationship, signs you chose to ignore to enjoy the moments of happiness.

But the signs couldn’t be any clearer–it would never last. It couldn't.

It was the end of the world, for starters. Life was always in shambles. The group never stayed in one spot long enough. Even the prison wasn’t safe. With everything unstable, it should’ve been obvious this would happen, but you were naive to think you’d would be any different.

Because the reality was: this was always how it was supposed to end.

He was built on a fractured foundation. He set up walls and built his life around a broken base, worn down by his past that he couldn't escape. First, parents had cracked and hardened his outlook on life. Then his brother taught him he meant little to others by leaving him behind. Not once did he ever learn how to fix the ache in his heart.

Yet when he met you, things changed.

It was gradual. Pieces of him started to align and heal. The tough outer shell wasn't as indestructible as he first imagined. After some time he opened up and let you in.

But you both knew he would break your heart.

He couldn't help himself. It was in his nature to push back, to fight and wrangle away from anything that became too real. Too good.

But for the time being, you enjoyed the blissful moments of his affection.

When he kissed you goodnight it was over.

He lingered, almost as if he was allowing his lips to memorize the feeling of your skin on his. His fingers fell against your curves as you pressed into the cellblock’s cool cement wall. It was in these seconds of quiet where you both had a chance to breathe.

Pulling back, Daryl rested one arm above your head. He leaned in close, gazing sweetly down at you. His other hand slowly traveled to your face and Daryl’s thumb brushed against your bottom lip.

Without hesitating you whispered the words he never imagined hearing from you.

Love you.

There. Right there. You saw the spark in his bright blue eyes dim. The crystalline color washed away into a deep ocean blue. Rocky and turbulent. Daryl’s eyes were no longer filled with love, but rather, fear.

You lost him, right there, pressed against the concrete wall of Cellblock D.

This was destined to fail.

“Please don’t do this.”

“Have to.”

“No…no you don’t have to, Daryl.” Your chest tightened. It was like the air was on fire. No matter how deeply you breathed in and out, pain still resided in your chest. He was crippling you.

“Daryl–”

“Ain’t up for debate.” He stepped back, snatching his crossbow from the watchtower’s metal flooring.

Your hands fumbled to find your shirt, hating how he sprung this on you in the middle of the night. He didn't have patience to wait, apparently. Just break your heart and go, like it was nothing.

“I’m not trying to…I just…” you groaned. “What happened? Was it me? Did I do something?”

His eyes went wide. That scared, fearful expression washed over him once again.

Fuck, you squeezed your eyes shut. That was it. That look. It was just like the other night. When those stupid words stumbled out of your mouth, falling to the ground at Daryl’s feet. Just before he crushed them with his silence.

“Was it something I said?”

He didn't answer and his silence (unlike most nights) wasn't good enough. You needed answers.

“So that’s it then. You say ‘I’m done’ and leave before sunrise?”

The broody man fought to glance in your direction. Instead, he focused out towards the tree-line. He grabbed onto the windowsill and squeezed so tightly that the white of his knuckles appeared. But his tactics to avoid the conversation at hand weren’t getting past you tonight.

You shot up from the floor. “Daryl.”

“I ain’t got time for this.”

“You fuck me, say we’re done, and leave? Like this was all nothing? Like we mean nothing to each other?”

Daryl paused. He turned to you with lips curled into a tight frown. Even in the darkness of the watchtower, through the bright white moonlight, his frustration was clear.

“I said ‘I love you’, Daryl.” There was a desperation behind your words. Your voice was so deeply distressing it made your chest ache. It was heavy and exhausting to display your feelings out to him in the middle of the night. But you wanted more–deserved more–than a shitty ending to whatever you had with him.

“You think this is love?”

You gawked, “yes!”

He paced the small room like a caged animal ready to pounce.

You love this man.

“This ain’t love.”

You love this man. This jerk.

“Then what the fuck is this, Daryl? Tell me.” You paused, tears welling in your eyes but you refused to let them fall. “Fucking tell me!”

The shirt in your hands balled up tight around your closed fist. You were hurt. Everything about him was trouble and you let him in.

“I said ‘I love you’. I said it and now you’re pulling away.”

As he watched you, just for a moment, his eyes didn’t fill with fear or confusion. There was something there. Between the declarations, he looked apologetic. His blue eyes softened, letting the emotions he desperately tried to conceal slip past those walls he built back up.

“Well, shit! I’m sorry I said it. I fucked this up, didn’t I?” The gravel in your voice scratched your throat. Everything burned.

The apologetic stare turned pitiful. A deep scowl crossed his face and your heart sank. “Can’t mess it up when there was nothin’ here, sweetheart.”

Sweetheart. It was so condescending as his drawl pulls at the syllables. That tightness in your chest balled into a pit of rage. Fire that burned you before ignited an anger inside.

You moved closer towards him. “You sleep with me every night. You kiss me before leaving on runs. When you think nobody’s looking, you hold my hand. We talk about our past. Our future. This is real, Daryl.”

“Nah.” He grabbed his belt, twisting it through the loops. “This ain’t real.”

Your fingers tightened on the fabric as you tugged the shirt on. “That’s not true—“

He huffed, staring out into the cloudy night sky. “You’re better off without me anyway.”

“Don’t. Don't say that. I’m not better off without you. I’d be worse.”

Daryl paused.

But the hurt and anger fueling your body didn’t stop. “So don’t make me feel crazy for falling in love with you. Like it was a choice? If I was fucking smart, I would’ve ran far away from you the second we met. But I didn’t. Because I saw you for more than the asshole you pretend to be. So excuse me for feeling blindsided by your decision to leave me.”

“Leave you?” He spat. “Get it through your head, girl. You ain’t mine! You’re just some bitch I screwed.”

The frogs croaking down by the creeks ceased to exist. Trees stopped rustling in the breeze. Crickets no longer sang under the stars. The world froze as his words were thrown at you with such haste. Like he didn’t think twice.

Your arms wrapped around your waist, tugging at the fabric clinging to your body.

He didn’t look back at you. His eyes seemed to drift anywhere but you like he couldn't face the fact that he said it out loud.

No, no. He doesn’t really think that…

Your voice cracked as the tears from earlier were not going to wait much longer. “Daryl–”

He turned on his heels and was out the door. Down the ladder, each step was louder than the last. You paused, bawling your fists as the tears finally spilled across your cheeks. Loud and heaving gasps, muddled together with hot tears.

He broke you down within seconds. The tears and sobs continued on for what felt like forever until you finally had a moment of rest. The tightness in your chest subsided, thankfully, but this was the easier part. Tomorrow will be harder when you’ll have to put on a fake smile, wipe away tears in the dark prison hallways, and avoid him.

Forget him. Forget him…right like it would be easy. It’ll be fucking impossible to forget him.

You wished you could hate him. But you don’t.

So for tonight, you let yourself feel the heartbreak and planned to stand taller tomorrow. Because in the end you knew it would never last.

But it didn't matter.

You loved that man.

Yet after everything, he might have been right. You weren't truly with him.

And maybe he never really cared for you at all.

-xx-

a/n 2.0 | daryl PLEASEE {as if I didn't write him to act this way}

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angllqvr · 3 months

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“you smoke?”

word count: 828

paring: mechanic!abby x reader, quick lil drabble inspired by this

warnings: smoking, no outbreak!au not proofread

a/n: posting fanfics on the main blog might be a thing now?? woah, okay i hope this is decent bc i don’t write fluff 😭🙏 enjoy mwah

abby huffed as she pushed herself out from underneath the car she’d been working on, wiping her forehead off as it was covered in sweat. the oil of the car staining her already light grey tank top as she used her left hand to fan herself off. “fuck, it gets hot down there.” she chuckled to herself before grabbing a rag from the floor and gently dabbing it over her face.

she caught a glimpse of something out of the corner of her eye, she wanted to call out but before she even could say anything you had walked into sight. “hey, i just thought you could use a drink. looks like hard work.” you flash her a smile before holding out a bottle of water in front of her.

“i could douse myself in this right about now,” she chuckles. “you really do come in clutch sometime’s don’t you?” that evokes a smile from you as you let an airy laugh past your lips. “i suppose i do. i’m glad you aren’t opposed.” you flash a smile at her as she twists open the bottle cap and chugs the entire thing in .2 basically seconds.

“you look really pretty under there, ya know? when you’re working. you get so, like… immersed. it’s cute.” abby raises an eyebrow at you. “it’s my job, i have to focus.” she laughed— she genuinely let out a laugh. maybe at how stupid your comment was, but a laugh nonetheless. abby fucking anderson laughed at your “joke.” she found you amusing, which felt almost unbelievable.

she leaned against the car she was previously working, eyeing you up and down. the way your shorts clung to your hips so nicely, your shirt being just the right amount of tight. you looked so pretty.

you give her a smile, eyeing her yourself. particularly her muscles, how sweaty she was and how they looked so good like that. her toned arms nearly gleaming in the sunlight. the sun itself wrapping it’s way around her body outlining her silhouette. you felt your face getting hotter as you stared.

“you okay? you’ve been staring?” abby states as you quickly snap out of it and get absolutely embarrassed. “oh! i um… i just thought you looked good.” you muttered, trying to save yourself from embarrassment.

“a-anyways… uh, how was the water?” ‘what the fuck?’ you mentally cursed yourself because who the hell would bring up water… as a conversation starter…? oh god. she literally thinks you’re a loser, she’s probably holding back an entire laughing fit.. why’d you say that?

abby digs around in her pocket before pulling out a pack of marlboro reds, flipping the lid open and taking out a cigarette before placing it in her mouth and digging around in her pockets for a lighter. “shit, i forgot my lighter. you got one?” you nod, walking over next to her as you took the lighter out and flicked it on, holding it to the cigarette gently placed between her lips.

she slumps down onto the ground, looking up at you- almost as if she wanted you to sit down with her. you got the memo and smiled softly as you sat next to her. “you smoke?” you shake your head. “no, thanks though.” she nods.

she leaned her head on the top bumper looking up at the sky before she takes a long drag of her cig. her eyes glance over to you, a small smile forming on her lips which was only visible to herself.

you look over at her, scanning her face. your eyes going from her eyes to her lips. she has oil and grease stained on her face, you noted. you bring your thumb up to her cheek to wipe it off smiling at her. she doesn’t say anything, instead taking another inhale of her cigarette while staring back at you.

“you’re pretty.” you mutter under your breath, thumb still glued to her cheek as you gently wiped away all the greese stained on random parts of her face.

she chuckles, putting her cigarette out on the ground before flicking it in a completely other direction. her entire attention now focused on you. “you’re staring again.” she remarks, you rolling your eyes at the blatantly obvious observation. thanks abby.

“i’m well aware, but so are you.” before you know it she’s leaning in closer towards you, you feel your heart skip a beat, her hands going to cup your jaw as she pressed her lips against yours. you smile into her lips, wrapping your arms around her broad shoulders. you could taste the former smoke coming off her, it made you shutter. you just ignored it.

she breaks the kiss a few seconds later, tucking a strand of your hair behind your ear. you smile and away from her before letting out a soft chuckle. “you wanna go for coffee after this?” abby questions, you nod eagerly.

“i’d love too.” “good.”

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celestiababie · 1 year

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Wined & Dined - C.SC

Pairings: rich bf! Seungcheol x afab! reader

Genre: fluff, smut, established relationship

Warnings: cursing, dom! Seungcheol, Seungcheol likes spending money, strength kink, oral (reader rec), restraint play, use of toys, overstim (reader rec), let me know if I'm missing anything else

Word Count: 879

Summary: It's your birthday, and your boyfriend can't help but give you everything you deserve.

A/N: This is a birthday gift to Mar🌙 Happy birthday to my most chaotic anon 🥺

"Seungcheol!! You promised you wouldn't go overboard this year!" You huffed out

Turning to face your boyfriend, who happened to have the most annoying (and hot) smug look on his face, you glare at him, even though your heart fluttered and your eyes had a storm of tears brewing and ready to cascade down your cheeks.

Seungcheol was a successful man in his field, you knew this fact getting into a relationship with him, and if you said it didn't intimidate you...you'd be a filthy liar. But Seungcheol always reassured you over the years that he never looked down on you due to his own status. He always respected you and treated you as his equal.

However, he took absolutely no issue and even relished flaunting his wealth when it came. More specifically, spoiling the fuck out of you on random occasions and set ones such as tonight.

Your birthday.

Seungcheol had a track record of going above and beyond for your birthday. He'd plan the most extravagant trips to places you could only imagine, buy you anything your eyes lingered on for even a second while shopping with him, and treat you like majesty because that's what he thought you deserved.

And not once over the years had Seungcheol wished for anything back other than loyalty and your love.

"You don't like it? I can always get my plan b ready if a yacht would make tonight better," Seungcheol casually muttered as he stepped a foot closer to you to wrap his arms around your waist.

A yacht??

Your eyes widen to the size of saucers, staring at Seungcheol as if he had two heads which only widened the smug smirk on Seungcheol's face.

If you had any complaints about the gorgeous hotel room roughly 3 times the size of your apartment, you'd be the most ungrateful (and stupid) person alive.

But the fireplace that practically enticed you to snuggle up with Seungcheol near it, the candle-lit dinner with a starter already prepared and a bottle of wine you couldn't pronounce couldn't compare to the pure adoration you saw laced in Seungcheol deep brown eyes.

As much as overspending made you uncomfortable at times, you knew gifts were Seungcheol's love language, and he loved watching the surprise on your face each time he made a minor dent in his bank account for you.

"Seungcheol, this is more than amazing. It's just...you promised to not go overboard this year," you huff as your arms rest on his shoulder, fingertips toying with the hair at the nape of his neck.

"Come on, Y/N. You know this is tame for me. We'd be in Italy right now if it were up to me. Now, let's eat before the food gets cold. We have a lovely 5-course meal to enjoy."

Seungcheol takes hold of your hand and guides you to the dinner table, your mind fuzzy from trying to adjust to being spoiled despite dating Seungcheol for a while.

"Well, it's a 6-course meal for me, but that's after we're done at the table," Seungcheol whispers into your ear as he comes up behind you to pull your chair out for you like a gentleman despise the tone of his voice painting a sinful image in your mind.

"S-Seungcheol, fuck— s'good baby," you moan out, your eyes rolling back for the third time as your body uncontrollably shakes from the feeling of Seungcheol's lips wrapped around your clit and the vibrator toy (one of many gifts) moving in and out of you from his expert hands.

You had some idea of what your boyfriend was insinuating earlier, but none of your perverted thoughts would have prepared you for what he was planning inside that devious head of his.

You bring your hands that were currently tied together with velvet tie from his dress shirt from a brand you couldn't bother to pay attention to when you two feverishly undressed each other, down to your face, biting down on the soft material to try to muffle out your pathetic cries of pleasure.

Seungcheol was in deep concentration as his tongue worked around your clit, but he immediately took note of the sudden decrease in volume and pulled his lips away from you.

Leaning up to make eye contact with you, Seungcheol fiddled with the toy inside of you, turning it up to the highest speed as his other hand grabbed hold of your wrists, placing your hands about your head once again.

Your cunt clenched around the toy at his display of dominance, your body squirming underneath his hold, the overstimulating starting to kick in as your fourth orgasm started to build.

"I got the penthouse suite just so I can hear how pretty you sound, baby. Don't be shy. Let it all out for me. It's your birthday, baby, no holding back tonight," his husky voice whispered in your ear, sending chills down your spine as you came around the toy again, his sensual voice sending you over the edge.

"That's it, cum for me. Want you to make a fucking mess all over the bed, Y/N. Gonna make you cum over and over again."

Fucked out of your brain and a blubbering mess was definitely one way to spend your birthday.

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aoioozora · 6 months

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Flight to Dreamland.

Character: Johnny Cage

Content: fluff, sleep deprived fem!reader, cuddling, banter, slight sexual suggestion, sleeptalking.

Photo credit: CVclaire

Note: I'm new to the MK fandom and this is my first MK fanfic! I hope you enjoy <3

“What do you do when you can't fall asleep?”

Johnny blinked his sleepy eyes at you as he leaned against his open door. He let out a yawn and then a low grumble escaped his lips as he hung his head down lazily to process and ponder your question.

“Can't sleep?” he asked in a raspy voice, now forcing his eyes open to look at you.

You looked at him, waiting for an answer.

“Come in,” he opened the door further and moved out of the way as he violently yawned again.

You walked in, dragging your long blanket behind you and pulling it against yourself, almost feeling like a princess wearing a heavy cape. Johnny closed the door and immediately fell stomach down on his bed. You sat down on the edge and saw that his arm was stretched out parallel to your thigh, with his hand hanging limp over the edge. Even in the dark, you could see his muscles and you had to fight the urge to touch them.

“How to fall asleep… How to fall asleep…” he murmured, as if chanting. In the dim moonlight, you could vaguely see that his brows were furrowed.

“They say…” he started, “You gotta sit in another room and do stuff until you're tired.”

You hummed thoughtfully, “Well, for starters, I am in another room.”

“Since you're in my room, I deduce you want to do something with me,” he, now clearly wide awake, said in a teasing, suggestive tone.

You blushed at the suggestion. You felt movement on the bed, and heard the sheets rustle. Glancing behind you at his shadow, you saw that he was laying on his side, supporting his head up with his hand and arm.

“Not what you're thinking,” you said through grit teeth, trying to make yourself sound like you weren't affected by that suggestion.

You heard a scoff. The bed dipped slightly behind you and you heard him ask, his voice now slightly louder, coming from behind you, right next to your ear,

“How did you know what I was thinking?”

Your breath hitched in your throat at the sudden proximity. His breath tickled your ear, sending shivers down your spine. His voice, low, quiet, and intentionally seductive did not fail to send your heart on overdrive.

It came to your realization that you were alone in a room with a man- not just any man, no, no, but one who was charismatic and oozing with pure testosterone, no less, in the middle of the night.

You cursed yourself for choosing such a time to be so vulnerable around him.

There was a pause. While the quiet whisper of his words lingered in the cool night air, he waited for an answer, and you could almost hear him smirking. You sucked in a deep, sharp, annoyed breath.

Taking that for an answer, he said with a guffaw, “You have one hell of a dirty mind, sugar,” and made no conscious effort to move away from your ear.

“I do not!” You protested, unable to hear yourself over how loudly your blood was throbbing in your ears.

He laughed again, clearly amused by your annoyance. His laughter normally was loud and obnoxious (some haters would even go as far as to say that it sounded like nails on a chalkboard, which was not true), but was still oddly endearing. With you, all the time, it was just a quiet chuckle, sonorous and sweet. Every time he laughed in your presence, you felt like he became a little boy, which perfectly encapsulated his occasional childlikeness and childishness.

“Hey, are you mad at me?” he asked, trying poorly to stifle his laughter.

When he got a huff for a response, he put his arms around your waist and nuzzled his cheek against your neck. Although you were mildly upset by his teasing, you didn't oppose this action. The proximity now decided that making you tingly seemed fit.

“Come, lay down with me,” he invited, sounding apologetic, “With my superior singing skills, I'll have you packed and ready for dreamland in no time!”

This earned a giggle from you, and Johnny was relieved to hear it. He may have been an actor, but he could never act contrary to his own feelings. Besides that, he casually dabbled in singing, and you knew he sang extremely well.

As he pulled his arm away slightly to allow you to move, his fingers traced lightly against your shirt over your stomach, over your waist. This sent a strong flurry of butterflies and sparks flying and flitting all over the place in your body. You felt the air hitch in your throat, but you tried to play it cool.

You soon lay next to him on his bed which was meant to hold only one person. The space constraint had to push you closer to him, and he was more than happy to accommodate you by wrapping you in his large, muscular arms, closing further the already measly gap between you and him.

Your blanket was forlorn on the floor, but you completely forgot about it. With one of his arms still around your shoulders, Johnny kicked up his own blanket with his legs and brought it over both of your bodies.

The warmth of his body, and of the lingering warmth on his bed and on his blanket, made you feel like you were a lightly toasted marshmallow on an open fire. It was mighty cold outside, and the chilling breeze that blew in through the netted open windows seemed to go unnoticed.

After he had adjusted the blanket, he turned to look at you. “How do you feel, princess?” he asked with a little smile.

“Warm.” You shyly sunk your face under the blanket.

“Hey, I'm not going to send you to dreamland unless I see your face,” he said in a tone of mock sternness, “For security reasons, I need to know it's you, the real deal.”

You giggled. “What are you? Airport security?”

“Of course! I even had a small acting gig as a flight attendant once in my early days so I know what I'm doing.” he exclaimed softly, “I won't send you unless I see your lovely face.” His voice turned softer and he tugged the blanket down a little, simultaneously brushing the tips of his fingers against your cheek.

You looked at him, shy as can be and mustered a smile. Johnny let out a chuckle of approval and put his arm around you again, allowing his hand to make its way to your hair, tangling his fingers in them. You felt his hand gently pushing your head towards his chest, and you welcomed it. The tip of your nose touched his chest, right above his heart, and you could feel it faintly beating. You could smell the flowery lavender, possibly of detergent emanating from his night clothes, mixed with the earthy pine.

The smell, the warmth, and the man cuddling you, had lulled you to half-sleep already.

Noticing this, he whispered, “We shall now begin takeoff. Fasten your seat belts.”

In your half-sleep, you moved closer to him, obeying the instruction. Johnny would have combusted at your cuteness, but he held himself back. He was on an important mission.

He was glad that it was dark, because his own cheeks were starting to turn pink. Taking in a deep breath to compose himself, he started rubbing you back and singing softly,

“Daisy, Daisy, give me your answer do. I'm half crazy, all for the love of you.”

There was no denying he felt exactly what the song said.

“It won't be a stylish marriage, I can't afford a carriage,”

To your half-conscious self, though his voice sounded slightly muddled, it was melodious as the voice of a nightingale; gentle and soothing like a loving touch, like gentle rain pattering against glass windows.

“But you'll look sweet upon the seat of a bicycle built for two.”

The short chorus of this ancient song was enough to lull you into complete sleep, and he soon found you softly snoring, your breath fanning against his chest. He sang the chorus a second time and gradually quieted as he reached the end, but continued rubbing your back.

He felt your body twitch slightly, and thought you were still awake, but upon closer inspection, you were indeed fast asleep.

“I must've put her on a rocket to dreamland. She reached there so fast.” he thought to himself with a smile.

“Johnny… Johnny…” he heard you murmur.

“Sleep talking?” he wondered.

“Yes papa?” he answered, biting his lip to keep himself from laughing.

You mumbled something under your breath. Not being able to hear you, he leaned closer, asking you to speak up.

You were quiet for a long time, but Johnny wasn't the one to give up. Hoping that you would repeat yourself, he stared at you, waiting.

“I love you…” came your faint whisper.

The womanizing Johnny was used to such words, be it from past lovers or from adoring fans, but the quiet voice, the quiet confession of the lady in his arms was enough to make a man of his caliber melt helplessly.

He wondered if you were dreaming about him, and was flattered to know that you liked- no, loved him enough to show up in your dreams.

“I love you too,” he answered, pressing his lips gently on your forehead.

He saw a faint smile on your face, and wondered if Dream Johnny did the same thing. If her interpretation of him was right, he could expect it.

“Sweet dreams, princess.” he finally said, now closing his own eyes.

End.

Read Part 2 here.

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twistedbloodstain · 1 year

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vincent de gramont x assistant!reader: to be loved is to be changed. | a glimpse of the world working for the marquis

plot: the one where you are marquis de gramont's personal assistant.

warnings: boss-assistant relationship/dynamic, power imbalance, rich people, staring

masterlist

you are the marquis’ personal assistant. you attend to his every whim and serve it with utmost perfection. naturally, he recognizes that he can trust and rely on you for certain tasks and he appreciates that in his own little way.

why do you do this? for starters, money. he’s loaded in more than ways you can comprehend. from private opera shows to exquisite fine dishes the depth of his pocket never seems to end. second, there are certain privileges you attain working for him. you are able to enjoy financial security and safety in your life.

although you don’t really seem to enjoy those privileges since your work is almost 24/7 with the marquis, there is no end. but, you don’t really mind. you don’t have anyone waiting for you at home however certain family members are tucked away in safety considering the hostile environment around your job.

the marquis trusts you, not in a way he trusts his guards. he expects you to keep everything organized while he has his plate full of problems that require fixing. he expects you to keep everything in place such as his financial situations and arrange important appointments also including to manage the staff of servants in his home.

almost your entire life revolves around him. if not for the occasional day off you’re given, you might as well be glued to his side everyday. your professional relationship with the marquis is normal, at least it’s what you expect between a boss and his assistant. he instructs and you follow, he walks and you are his shadow.

you feel like he trusts you but at the same time he doesn’t. the first time you met him, you were intimidated. he radiated raw power and ruthlessness, even if you’ve never seen it happen yet. when you began working for him, you could feel his eyes on you. you often didn’t look up, afraid that he might take that as an insult to his pride.

the both of you were sat into another lavish car to the prestigious Louvre Museum, again. you rarely accompanied him on his trips since he preferred to arrive ahead and liked to travel alone. this case turned out to be an exception since the marquis were there for business and pleasure.

you are one seat apart from him, respecting his personal space and because even if you’ve been working for him for a few months you’re still scared at him. what he’s doing right now seems to fuel that fear even more.

you’re jotting down notes from his previous meeting with an underworld drug lord, noting down the instructions and preparations he told you to carry out, you’re not sure but you can feel a pair of eyes on you. you’re too nervous to look up.

“fuck is he staring at me?” you curse to yourself.

you begin to wonder what in the world you’ve done wrong to him, because his gaze (that you aren’t sure is on you) probably is something along the lines of judgemental, and if you’ve done something to offend him…you’re not quite sure what to do for his chastisement. you stop your movements for a moment, your frame petrified in dilemma.

you remember the first time you’d made a grave mistake at work. you accidentally assigned a meeting in the morning to the afternoon. you hadn’t realized you wrote the wrong time for the Rossi Family. the repercussions you faced for that mistake weren’t severe but his verbal lashings were somewhat hard to forget. he had called you insolent and foolish for ruining the flow of his day and he considered firing you on the spot. you cried yourself to sleep that night, afraid that more might come after that seeing that the marquis doesn’t forgive easily. he was calculatedly cruel to his enemies. you wish you’d never be on the receiving end of it, because of that you swore it would never happen again and you’d deliver nothing but perfection.

you give yourself the courage to look up, “he’s probably not looking at me, what’s the worse he could do? i mean he could slowly probably tear me limb by limb but would he actually do that because i dared to look up at him?? god i hate rich people sometimes-“ you assure yourself and when your head slowly rises. you see him.

he was looking at you. his blue eyes emitting coldness and emptiness, his frame slightly relaxed on his seat with one leg thrown over the other. as usual he’s dressed to his best, an expensive suit with detailed patterns. that sometimes awes you with the amount of detail but right now you weren’t focused on that.

he didn't seem to be shocked or embarrassed of what he was doing, he didn’t bother to look away “why would he?” he holds your stare with an unwavering intimidation.

you freeze, like a deer in headlights. afraid to make a move or speak a word but you don’t break eye contact with him. you can feel your hands shaking and you hold your breath. his gaze feels like a challenge and a threat, a challenge not to look away, hold his gaze and hold still. don’t you dare look away. you’re afraid but you can’t look away, afraid of what he might do, what he might sa-

he finally looks away, you caught a glimpse of boredom as he looked away to face the window. suddenly finding it more interesting than his assistant. you feel slightly relieved that the mild encounter was over, you just gotta suffer a few more minutes of being stuck in a car with him.

you don’t ask about it. why he stares, he continually does that for the upcoming months but it lessens more and more as two years pass by. you label it just as him reading his assistant, making sure that he didn’t make a mistake in hiring you, that you are as competitive as you say you are.

two years after you’re hired you can say that’s the only thing that developed between you and your boss. you don’t share after work drinks since the work seems to be never ending and the both of you might have tastes that differ from one another. there’s not much friendliness but there’s no hostility. no greetings whenever there’s a special occasion in your life aside from the expected greeting when you meet him. he holds no position in your personal life.

both of you are just professional, everything you do for him is not arbitrary but either something you think the marquis might appreciate or something the marquis instructed himself. he “does” the same for you, there’s nothing personal in between. but..that’s until..

you did something that you never thought you would do for someone, much less for the marquis. things start to change after that, it starts to change him. it doesn’t happen until..

until…you take a bullet for him, until you take something that’s meant for him.

author’s note: *slaps hands* we’re just getting started. MWAHAHAHA, feel free to comment and reblog! i’m interested to what ya’ll have to say. :’)

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So long/odd request but hear me out

Mc and Lucifer are in a sugar-rotting relationship and brothers and undatebles react

Lucifer spoils Mc so much like…mammon gets in trouble he gets hung from the ceiling Mc does the same thing they get away scot-free Satan has been begging for a cat for eons nope! but Mc wants one of course. He gets them tons of expensive gifts and if Mc ever wants something they only have to bat their eyes at him. It's not like Mc is using him though they dot on him a bunch too. And whenever they get in a fight loud moans are followed within a few minutes (if you know what I mean) but feel free to ignore 💙

I was in the middle of class when I read this and I was WHEEZING

I am a firm believer in Lucifer spoiling the MC rotten and leaving his brothers to fend for them damn selves but denying any sort of favoritism

I only did the brothers this time, I hope that's okay 😭😭😭

Sorry this took so fooking long to make 🥲

Lemme see what I have in my bag, my dear~

Click here if you wanna request!

Warnings: Very suggestive, jealous bros lmao L

Enjoy.

You and Lucifer had been dating for a few months now. Though, one would think you'd just gotten together with the way the two of you treated eachother. Or maybe that you were newlyweds in your honeymoon phase.

Lucifer treated you like a goddess. There was constant praise and worship, he'd drop everything if you asked, and he'd spoil you rotten with his love. You would return the favor, of course. Every now and then you'd surprise him with a new cursed vinyl, which he'd listen to all night if not spending it with you.

However, the brothers believe that you're getting totally unfair treatment.

Mammon

Baby boy was spending a lot more money than usual

He was playing a new gambling game he'd downloaded on his D.D.D.

When Lucifer got home, he immediately scolded the second-born for a solid 45 minutes

He announced that Mammon was on "lock-down" and wasn't allowed to ask anything of anyone, nor was he allowed to spend money

He was hung from the ceiling

And Goldie was taken away, too

Mammon was pissed the fuck off

So, when he noticed you were spending a lot more money, he did tease you for being greedy

"Oi, human, ain't splurgin' on shopping supposed to be mine and Asmo's thing? Lucifer's gonna be on yer ass if ya spend too much. Just be careful."

He says this and is genuinely a little worried that he'd see you hung from the ceiling as well

Lucifer confronts you about it in front of Mammon

"My Love, may I know why you've been spending so much grimm recently?"

First off, Mammon didn't like how he started that

How come you got that sweet conversation starter?

What he got was, "Mammon, what have you been wasting your money on this time?!"

Though, he still suspected it'd go downhill, and that he'd need to jump in to protect you at some point

"Oh, just some things... I can't tell you what they are, but I promise this is a rare occasion, Luci." You said, gifting him a kiss on his cheek

Lucifer smiled at you. "Alright, as long as you're being responsible, I trust you."

...

WHAT?!

"WHAT?!" Mammon shouted, earning a slight jolt from you and a look of annoyance from Lucifer

"What, Mammon?"

The Avatar of Greed froze. "I-I-! Y-You—" He paused before letting out a small groan

"Nevermind. Forget about it, yeah?"

Leviathan

Snekboi missed roughly a week of school and wasn't attending his online classes

He was grinding this new game he got so he could keep his spot as one of the top players!

He just couldn't afford to take his attention off of his D.D.D. for a second, the price would be too high!

Of course, Levi ended up being scolded by Lucifer

"Your priority must be your studies, Levi, do you intend on dragging Diavolo's name through the mud?"

How Diavolo was relevant was beyond him

But, Levi still had to sit through a lecture

He also got his D.D.D. taken away from him for a week

Not only did he lose top-spot, but he lost a majority of his self-esteem as well

So, he was obviously worried when you started skipping as well

"Uhh, MC, I'm not sure you should stay home today. Lucifer's not too kind to those who slack off."

But, his warnings fell upon deaf ears

You decided to take a few days off, deciding that you just really didn't feel like going to RAD

You woke up with a migraine one day, couldn't get sufficient sleep the other, and you just took another day to catch up on sleep and what work you had

Leviathan actually tried to stop Lucifer when he saw him outside of your room

"Lucifer, maybe they were feeling really bad or something, I don't think punishing them is a good idea, please show mercy! They're just a human!"

"Quit your whining, Levi. Or do you want to be given the Mammon treatment?"

This made Levi yelp and cower behind him, watching as Lucifer knocked on your door

You answered it, and Leviathan bit his nails nervously

"Hey, Luci," You said, greeting him with a small kiss to the cheek

"My Love," He started softly. "Are you feeling alright? You haven't been attending your classes. Is something wrong?" He asked, a hand reaching up to caress your cheek.

Error 404 not found

Leviathan.exe has stopped working

You smile sweetly. "I'm okay, Lucifer, I just really wasn't feeling up for RAD these past couple of days. It's nothing to worry about, promise!" You say, quite enthusiastically.

...

NANI THE FUCK?!

Levi SWORE you were about to get bodied

But, no

Lucifer just smiled, chuckled softly, and left with an "Alright, take care of yourself, Love."

Bullshit

You're fucking hacking

Satan

Satan wanted to bring a cat into the HoL

Lucifer reminded him of how he brought more cats than were allowed and "turned the House of Lamentation into the House of Cats"

Very fucking salty about it, but ultimately got over it (for the most part)

He saw you bring a little feline home and immediately rushed to your side to help you take care of it

It was a stray with a few wounds from other cats

He helped you bandage it and feed it, all the goods

"MC, I must warn you that Lucifer isn't exactly fond of pets... Let alone cats," Satan said, stern gaze meeting yours

You tilted your head in confusion. "Why is that?"

Satan was a bit hesitant to tell you, so he gave you the shortened and sweet version

"We had a bit of a cat problem a while back, he just really doesn't like cats. Dog people, am I right?" He scoffed

"Satan, what did I say about bringing in cats?"

Satan lowkey jumped a bit and turned his head

The fuck did he come from, bro is teleporting or some shit

You immediately hold the kitty close to your arms, looking up at Lucifer with doe eyes

"Luci, I'm sorry! I was the one who took in the cat, but he was hurt! Please, can we just keep it for a little while, at the very least?" You begged, the black cat in your arms meowing at Lucifer

Satan sighed. He was about to tell you that it was no use, that Lucifer couldn't be bought or reasoned with on this topic. That may have been his fault and he was sorry, but there was absolutely no way Lucifer would budge on this-

"Fine."

...

What

Satan sat there dumbfoundedly before the two of you as you continued to converse, trying to process the events that had just taken place

Lucifer said yes

To you

For a cat?

Huh...

He was upset for a mere moment, but then a light bulb went off in his mind

Perhaps he could use this to an advantage

Satan's definitely going to try and get you to be a wild card whenever him and Belphie are pulling pranks on Lucifer

Just so the eldest will be a little more lenient

Now he knew Lucifer's weakspot

He found himself laughing maniacally in his mind as he realized just how much him and Belphegor could do with you as a cushion whenever they'd get in trouble

Asmodeus

"But, Lucifer, all of products in my favorite cosmetic brand are going on sale today! I have to get every single one of them or else I'll be..." Asmodeus gasped

"Trashy!!" He cried out, practically leeching off of Lucifer's arm as he continued to beg

"Asmodeus, no! You and Mammon are both on lockdown for the rest of the month! Now, get off of me!"

Lucifer managed to pry his younger brother off of him and slammed ether door shut to his office, leaving a near-on sobbing Asmodeus in the library

That's when he heard you

"Lucifer, must you always be so rough on your siblings?" He heard you ask, making him gasp and sigh dreamily. "Oh, darling, you always come to my rescue when I need it!" He said, his voice not loud enough to penetrate the door

"MC, I suggest staying out of my family matters. They have nothing to do with you."

Asmodeus could tell from the other side of the door that an argument was likely about to ensue

However, when the two of you started raising your voices, he could also sense some... Arousal?

"Oh!"

"Oh."

It wasn't long before he could hear your moans and whimpers from the other side of the door, lewd slapping noises making him step back a bit

Asmodeus couldn't help but giggle a little

He honestly didn't mind this as much as his brothers did, he found it really entertaining that the two of you endulged in his sin after such a heated argument

Asmodeus approves 👍💖

Beelzebub

Poor baby gets scolded so often for raiding the fridge, especially late at night

He's usually told to go to bed, and that these late-night trips to the fridge aren't good for him, all that

He couldn't help it, it was his sin! That was no fair!

Lucifer ended up putting him on lockdown after 11pm, meaning no trips outside of his room whatsoever

Beelzebub would usually try to get some snacks into his room before that time, but he usually ran out rather quickly and was left with a rumbling stomach

That's when you came in, holding two arm-fulls of snacks

Quietly, you pushed the door closed with your foot

You knew Belphegor was a heavy sleeper, but you still wanted to be quiet anyway, so as not to wake the Avatar of Sloth

You saw the gluttonous ginger perk up when he saw you

"MC?"

You smiled, dropping down the snacks before him

"Lucifer didn't say I couldn't raid the kitchen. I figured you'd be hungry, so I got you some snacks."

Bro bear-hugs you

He lowkey almost breaks your spine with how tight he holds you

"Thank you, MC! Can I call you sister, please? Get married to him quick so I can call you sister!"

You blushed at this comment, chuckling softly

"I'm working on it, I guess," You choked playfully, patting his back

"Beel, I need to breathe."

Not really all too jealous

A bit sad, but he gets over it when you bring him food

Lucifer never says anything about it tho when he finds out you're the one who's causing such a snack shortage

Belphegor

He was constantly scolded for pulling all kinds of pranks on Lucifer

There was that time he threw his D.D.D. in the trash, lit his coat on fire

All harmless things

So, when he catches you attaching a can of whipped cream to... Something in the fridge, he immediately raises a brow at you

"Hey, what are you doing?"

"Ahhh, just setting up a little surprise," You chuckled out

At first, he thinks it's for Beelzebub, but Asmodeus had taken him shopping with him earlier with the promise of free food afterward

"For..." Belphie trailed off, hearing footsteps nearing the kitchen

Immediately you close the fridge and take your seat in front of a plate of food you'd made yourself earlier. "Sit down," You whispered to the Avatar of Sloth

As he shuffled to a seat next to you, he realized what you were up to and put a hand over his mouth

Lucifer walked into the kitchen, greeting you and the youngest with a smile and a "Good morning."

You picked up a piece of the pancakes in front of you with a fork, putting it in your mouth and humming to yourself. "Luci? Could you pass me the butter?" You asked softly

Lucifer nodded, turning and opening the fridge

Immediately, whipped cream sprayed all over his face, some falling onto his chest

Belphegor bursted into a fit of laughter, immediately giving you a high-five and wiping a tear from his eye as he clutched his stomach

"Oh, that was good!" He choked out in between laughs

Lucifer turned to look at the youngest, wiping off a large portion of the whipped cream on his face

"Belphegor, did you do this?"

You snickered beside him, looking up at Lucifer

"I thought you'd like a snack, Luci~" You hummed out, giggling softly

Belphegor mentally prepared himself for a 45 minute lecture

There was a pause, making him shift a bit in his seat as his laughter died down

Suddenly, Lucifer began to laugh

It started out small

Then, his laughter boomed in the room, bouncing off of the walls

"Huh,"

This confused the fuck out of Belphie

Like, ummmm what

"You've gotten me, MC, well done. I needed that laugh." He said, walking over to you and wiping some whipped cream off of him, putting it on your nose

He dismissed himself, saying he was going to wash this off of him

Belphegor was silent for a moment

"Hm?"

"You get laughter and boops after pranks and I get lectures and scoldings... Favoritism at it's finest. The Anti-Lucifer League could make use of this."

He'd explain more, but he was getting too sleepy

Shit was fun asf to write, thanks for requesting

I hope you enjoyed this, anon!

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