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jeneveuxrein · 5 months

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needy (BLACKPINK Rosé)

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(i'm a bit rusty, lol)

You hear an exaggerated sigh behind you. You ignore it, choosing instead to smirk at your screen as your team continues with its quest.

Your online friends would call you a complete idiot for not doing what you should be doing versus what you’re actually doing.

It wasn’t intentional.

At least on your end, it wasn’t.

Well, to an extent.

You shouldn’t be focused on finding this stupid shield Jungkook read about from a gaming article with this new update.

You should, however, give all of your attention to the woman laying on your bed.

But it’s not that simple.

See, the thing is, when you meet someone as famous as Park Chaeyoung, or Rosé, or your favorite Rosie or Chaeng, there are rules you’ve established to make this relationship work.

Rule number one: no one can know unless it’s disclosed to her company. Privacy and all that, not only for her, but for you as well.

Rule number two: you specifically aren’t allowed to date anyone else. The rule applies to her because you are officially together, like boyfriend-girlfriend kind of together, but she likes having so-called power over you.

Rule number three: if you’re in each other’s presence, undivided attention is a must. Time is precious for the both of you after all. She has a hectic schedule that takes her all over the world while your line of work has you constantly troubleshooting to make sure everything runs smoothly.

So it was a surprise when Rosie showed up at your apartment a little before midnight without a heads up. She knew what you were doing this evening, but you hadn’t heard from her since morning. You, being you, figured she had an event or a rehearsal or something that kept her occupied. Not that you weren’t involved in her life, but her schedule constantly changed. It was hard for you to keep up.

Rosie lets out another exaggerated sigh that it actually distracts you, causing your character to die in this part of the quest.

“Dude seriously?” Jungkook’s voice is in your headphones, chuckling. “You of all people dying to that?”

“Shut up,” Is all you say, swiveling your chair around to your girlfriend dressed in more comfortable clothes than what she arrived in—your clothes specifically. She has a habit of rummaging through your drawers. Not that you minded, she looks hot in whatever she wears. There was just something about her wearing your clothes that had you feeling some type of way. You mute your mic, double checking it is in fact muted before asking, “Everything alright?”

“I’m over and my boyfriend won’t spend time with me,” Rosie huffs out, crossing her arms.

“If I knew you were coming over, I wouldn’t have logged on,” You roll your eyes, glancing at the screen to thirty seconds left before you respawned.

“I called,” Rosie glares. Someone else might’ve folded under her gaze, but it doesn’t intimidate you.

“And my phone was in the living room,” You say, slightly apologetic, but the respawn sound plays that has you turning back to the screen.

“Yeah yeah, play your stupid game,” Rosie mutters, which you hear loud and clear while the rest of the guys talk about their day.

See, meeting Rosie was pure chance, a deal of the hand you weren’t expecting. Your gaming company drove the development of her group’s mobile game and when it was time to launch, the members of BLACKPINK were there.

At the time, you were just one of the developers since you had more of a managerial role and took it last minute. You were overseeing the game’s development more than anything, giving your two cents as needed, but were hands off for the most part.

According to Rosie, as she told you during your first date, you were indifferent to meeting them as opposed to everyone else on the team who brought merch for them to sign. She noticed you before the other three girls did, and made sure she personally introduced herself to you.

Rosie’s beautiful. You’re not blind. You get the appeal. You guessed it was that you treated them like normal people instead of idols that had most of your coworkers swooning in their presence.

She’s also clingy, not that you minded. She’s slowly told you about her past relationships–lies, cheating, using her. It left wounds of insecurity that have made her feel unsure of who she could trust her heart with.

One drunken night after spending it at Jennie’s, tangled in your sheets, Rosie told you she felt safe with you.

Though, as of this moment, you sense the irritation rolling off of her.

“What the fuck?” The controller falls into your lap when you see Rosie suddenly beside you.

“You good over there?” Tae asks.

“Yeah, I just gotta mute myself for a sec, my girlfriend’s calling me,” You mute the mic again, grabbing the controller before turning to Rosie. “What?”

“I’m bored,” Rosie states simply.

“And you want to watch me play?”

“Can I?” You raise an eyebrow, knowing her too well that she’s up to something.

“Did you want me to grab you a-” Rosie doesn’t let you finish, opting to sit in your lap. “Okay fine, no funny business.”

Rosie shrugs, settling comfortably against you as you unmute yourself, “Sorry.”

“Are you in trouble?” Jungkook jokes. Your friends know of your girlfriend, but you have yet to give any information on her. Again, privacy and all that.

“No, she’s just being needy,” That earns you a slap on the arm and a glare.

Your friends laugh, which Rosie hears, slapping your thigh this time. You squeeze her body with your arms before resting your chin on her shoulder as you continue playing.

Time goes by, Rosie starts squirming in your hold. She was never one to sit still. You let go and she tilts her head back onto your shoulder before she relaxes against your chest. It’s nice being with her like this. She comes over often, but not often enough.

You haven’t seen her in almost two weeks. The group just finished their last leg of their tour before their encore performances begin. They have a show in France in a couple weeks, which you’ll be joining them. She asked if you wanted to go with them to the states so you could visit your mother in San Francisco. You had to check with your boss, but it was likely you’d be going as well.

Rosie mutes your mic, “Are you almost done?”

“Not really,” She sighs against your body. “What’s wrong?”

“Nothing,” Rosie pouts, but she does something you were expecting. She slightly rolls her hips. It’s subtle, but it’s enough.

“Chaeng,” You deadpan, eyes still focused on the screen.

“What?” There it is. The tilt in her voice, that if it was anybody else, they’d fall for her feigned innocence.

But it wasn’t anybody else. It was you.

“Don’t,” Rosie rolls her hips against you again, this time, perfectly against your cock. “Chaeng.”

“I’m just trying to get comfortable, you’re not exactly ergonomic,” Rosie shrugs, rocking her hips against you once again.

Your cock stirs at the movement. You take a deep breath, refocusing yourself as your team continues the quest.

Tae asks you a question, forcing you to reach around Rosie to unmute yourself. “Yeah I’ll check that.”

When you mute once again, Rosie asks, “How quiet can you be?”

“What?” The question catches you off guard because Rosie’s standing up and unmutes you. She turns to smirk and drops to her knees in between your legs. Your eyes widen, shocked at her boldness. You’re about to say something when she holds a finger to her lips.

“Fuck,” You groan into the mic when Rosie slips her hand underneath your sweats, wrapping her hand around your half-hard cock.

“What happened?” You barely hear someone ask.

“Nothing,” You grit out, eyes watching Rosie push your sweats down just enough to free your cock. You let out a hiss as the cool air of your apartment hits your skin. “I’m good.”

She starts off slow, moving a loose fist up and down your length as the blood in your body rushes south. By the time you’re fully erect, she lets go, and you let out a breath you didn’t know you were holding.

Rosie’s face lights up, and you know that look. It spells trouble with a capital T, and when she stands up in between your legs, pulling her (your) boxers down, you have a clear picture of what’s going to come next.

It was meant to be a joke when you mentioned it on FaceTime while they were touring in Australia. You had this fantasy of her keeping your cock warm while you gamed. She asked if you actually wanted that, knowing how much you took gaming with your friends seriously. You shrugged, off-handedly commenting that you thought it would be hot.

You didn’t go into much detail of how you envisioned it. It was just a fantasy, but when Rosie turns around, her shapely bottom waving in your face, this was so much better than what you imagined.

Rosie mutes you again, her face slightly turned to you, “Still want to play your game?”

It’s a challenge. A very dangerous one that you don’t know the outcome of, but you’d bet everything to find out. Even if that meant you have to fuck Rosie against your desk for being this needy.

“Yeah,” Your voice comes out hoarse, hardly recognizable in your ears.

“Fine.” One hand rests on your desk as the other reaches for your cock, angling it as she takes all of you in one smooth move.

“Jesus Chaeng,” You nearly drop your controller as one hand shoots to her hip, gripping tightly as her walls squeeze around your cock. It knocks the wind out of you, feeling just how wet and warm she is.

“Isn’t this what you wanted?” Rosie slightly pants, leaning on your desk as you feel her walls stretch to accommodate your size.

“I don’t know,” You pathetically moan out as she sits up straight against your chest.

“Keep playing,” Rosie unmutes you before slowly rocking her hips.

You don’t know how the fuck you were supposed to focus when she feels so fucking good wrapped around you, but you push through.

You tune in to what your friends are talking about, ignoring the small mewls Rosie lets out as her hips move in a circle on top of you. You try to be engaged, commenting here and there, but it’s hard to care what they’re saying.

You close your eyes, dropping your head against the chair when Rosie lifts her hips along your length before dropping her weight against you.

“Fuck,” You mutter, but it’s loud enough for your friends to hear. They ask if everything’s alright and you immediately snap back to the screen as Rosie repeats the movement again and again and again. “Yeah, I’m fine,” You grit out after she lands on a particularly hard thrust, walls tightening as she takes a breath.

You’d give yourself a pat on a back for how far you’ve made it. The amount of self-control you have when it comes to your girlfriend is usually very low. You don’t need much convincing when it comes to having sex, but you want to hold out as much as possible to see where it takes you.

It’s not everyday Rosie uses your cock to fuck herself. She has, but that’s usually on a bed or in your car, where she has your full, undivided attention.

Rosie brings your hands against her lower stomach, resting the controller against her as she undulates her hips. Any vibration from the game has her body reacting, which by default, you reap the benefits.

Rosie reaches forward, the mic turning off once again, “I’m going to cum,” She moans out.

You didn’t think she’d get there that fast, but it is hot to get fucked while your friends are oblivious to what’s going on. She loves performing for thousands of people at a time, but you know her favorite performances are for you and you alone.

“Go ahead baby,” You murmur, eyes watching where you’re connected, her hips hypnotizing you as they move. “Make yourself cum since you couldn’t wait for me.”

The words set her off as her body quivers, shaking on your lap as her orgasm hits. Her head snaps back and she holds onto the arm rests as she tries to shut her thighs at the pressure inside her body. The only obstacle is your hands and controller dropping, keeping her spread open as you feel a sudden wetness cover your sweats.

“Did you just squirt baby?” Your lips ghost over her skin, sweetly kissing her behind the ear.

“No,” Rosie mumbles weakly, resting her head on your shoulder as she catches her breath.

“No? Then why are my clothes soaked?” You thrust up from your chair, knocking the wind out of her as she lets out a filthy moan.

“You came,” She moans as you rock up again, enjoying the sensation.

You click your tongue, shaking your head as you decide you can’t hold back any longer. Keeping her on top of you, her walls snug and hot, you unmute for the last time, “Ayo, I gotta go.”

Rosie tries to stand, but your arms around her keep her still, filled.

“Dude what? We’re nowhere near done,” Jungkook whines and you roll your eyes.

“I realized I didn’t finish something. I can pass on the shield. I’ll log on again sometime this weekend,” You say curtly without giving them a chance to respond, quickly exiting the program before tossing your controller on the desk.

You stand, easily taking your girlfriend with you as you push her forward, folding her against your desk as she rests on her elbows, back perfectly arched, keeping your bodies connected.

“Baby,” Rosie whines, your cock still nestled deep inside her.

“Jesus fuck Chaeng,” You pull your hips back, looking at your cock covered in her slick. “You’re a fucking menace.”

You snap your hips forward, groaning as your cock fills her.

“How else was I supposed to get your attention?” Rosie moans, pushing her ass towards you to take you even deeper. “You chose a game over me.”

Your hands grip her waist, stopping any movement from her as you just breathe since both of you know what’s coming next. You lean forward, kissing her head, “Don’t act like that. You know you still have all of my attention.”

You draw your hips backwards, but before you thrust, Rosie speaks, “Then fuck me like I do.”

Never one to not obey Rosie, you do just that.

You thrust into her experimentally, getting your bearings before you completely lose it since it has been two weeks too long and the amount of dirty texts and pictures you’ve exchanged is never enough.

“Baby please,” Rosie begs, head slightly turning before nodding.

The control snaps and you’re thrusting wildly, her hips slamming against the desk, before she could react.

One of the best parts, aside from you care deeply for and can genuinely share your thoughts and feelings with, is that Rosie always welcomes being fucked hard. Sure you’ve had sex at a much tamer, slower pace, which is just as great, but it’s the best when it’s been a while and the only thing either of you could focus on is tearing each other apart together.

“Missed you so much,” Rosie whines, doing what she can to meet your thrusts. It isn’t much since you’re practically nailing her against the furniture.

“Missed you too baby,” You groan as her walls start to clamp down to keep you inside.

One hand lets go of her waist, raising it slightly before your palm makes contact with her ass cheek. She lets out a moan, pressing her face into her arms, slightly embarrassed by how her body reacts to the pain. You watch her skin slowly turn red, spurring you on even more.

You feel your peaks coming soon just based on how much easier it is. Her pussy’s slickness lets you slide in and out with ease, but there’s another thing that Rosie loves and it’s how vocal you can get.

Praise is all around her, but the praise she adores the most is when you tell her yourself.

Your hand grips her waist again before you let your thoughts fall freely from your mouth.

Fuck you feel so good baby.

Couldn’t wait for me huh? Needed my cock so badly.

You look so pretty, letting me fuck this pussy.

You were so hot taking me while I played.

Bounce on my cock next time, let my friends hear what a good little slut you are.

Rosie screams as her orgasm rips through her body taking you with her. Your hips stutter into her and your vision goes white as you hit your climax. You couldn’t pull out since she was doing everything to keep you in.

“Holy shit,” She moans out, back tensing as you feel her release over your cock, making a filthy mess as you paint her insides with your cum.

You immediately wrap your arms around her stomach, pulling her into your chest as you groan out the remainder of your orgasm.

It takes you a minute, but you collapse on your chair, the wheels slightly rolling backwards while Rosie falls flat on top of your desk.

The sight of your girlfriend, fucked out, panting, has you questioning why you didn’t give your attention in the first place. You feel a second wind coming as the smallest bit of cum dribbles out in between her lower lips.

“Can you go again?” You ask after a few minutes, staring as more of your cum falls out. You almost reach out to push it back in, but you spare her the overstimulation.

Rosie stands straight before turning to you. She bends to kiss you softly on the lips, sitting on your lap, and circling her arms around your neck.

“Quick nap?” Rosie offers, peppering kisses over your jawline, which of course, immediately gets you worked up.

“Fine,” You pout like a petulant child.

You swoop your arms underneath her body, making sure you have a strong grip before standing. You literally have BLACKPINK’s lead singer in your arms, and any physical damage to her would automatically fall on you.

Rosie giggles as she holds on, telling you not to drop her or the girls would come after you. You roll your eyes, knowing it’s an empty—sort of. The only member you’re actually scared of is Jisoo, while the other two are like the little sisters you never wanted.

Once you gently lay your girlfriend down, you reach for the bottoms she was wearing, tossing it to her. You change into a different pair of sweats, noticing how much of a mess was actually made before joining her back in bed.

“Hi,” You whisper, a small smile tugging at your lips as you stare at your girlfriend. You still couldn’t believe she chose you to date out of everyone else.

“Hi yourself,” Rosie smiles, burying her face into your chest. “I missed you.” It comes out soft, shy even, because feelings are still hard for her to put into words.

“I missed you too,” You bring your lips to her forehead.

There’s something else you want to tell her, something you’ve been holding in for a couple months at this point. You want to say it now, but when you hear light snores, you know it’s not the time.

You say it anyway, “I love you.”

#blackpink smut #blackpink rose #blackpink park chaeyoung #rosie smut #park chaeyoung smut #park chaeyoung

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writingmeraki · 7 months

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hazy eyes, clear thoughts I

a roronoa zoro imagine !

synopsis : in which letting your drunken mouth spill your sober thoughts leads you to a very unexpected consequence. ( read: everyone saw it coming except you and **** )

pairing : opla!zoro x gn!reader, idiots to lovers!

genre : disgustingly fluffy fluff, five tablespoons of angst and probable romance.

warnings : cussing, mentions of alcohol and getting wasted, zoro kinda mean, probably terrible humour, shit ton of giggling, also very all over the place but kinda cute? not entirely proofread, also lmk if I forgot to add any other warning !

author's note : well oh well, look we have another totally not self indulgent zoro oneshot/drabble/imagine n e ways I hit a sort of weird point of the series, I'm stuck but i am like 87% done with ch 1?? i hope I'll be able to do it soon enough ^^ tysm for ur patience !! let me know what you think of this! also PART 2?!? ( I need to know if people wanna read this randomness further 😆😅🤣👍🏽)

word count : 4.8k

gif creds !

“Oh-kay! I think that’s enough!”

You frowned when Nami took the drink from your hand, whining in protest when she kept it further away which she knew your drunken self would be unable to reach.

“B-but it’s good, it’s making me happy!” You giggled as you pointed at yourself and then pouted, pulling your manipulative tactic, one you did a lot when you wanted something especially one you did when you were shit-face drunk.

With large doey eyes, you pleaded at her, “You don’t want me to be sad right? I’ll be sad if you don’t give me- that.” You pointed in a direction you thought she placed the beer but of course, it was way off.

“See, you can’t even make out where I’ve placed the beer! I don’t care if it makes you upset and honestly, it was fun to see you make a fool out of yourself, but now it’s just…sad.” She sighed, a tone of sympathy as she finished her sentence,

“I know why you’re drinking and it’s not a good way to distract yourself from your feelings! Drinking worsens the problem!” She scolded you to which you now felt a small anger form within you.

“Well then, how else am I supposed to get rid of this dread and just stupidity huh? Being sober is a constant reminder!”

“Your feelings aren’t stupid! You like him, I’d say even love! You can’t just assume your feelings are invalid not until you know how the other person feels!” Your best friend felt a rage you’d feel if you saw someone you care about demean their feelings, a sort of anger at them hidden with laces of sympathy.

“He doesn’t fucking care! He only cares about his promises and that’s…that’s his life, his own…way of living so it’s fine!”

“Feelings to him are just…distractions.” You gulped as you recalled the way he replied to Luffy when the Captain was teasing him about falling in love.

[ a few moments ago ]

“Zoro, don’t you think you should consider finding a partner, don’t you also want to fall in love and experience all the magical things that come with it?” Luffy teased as you all sat around a barrel, deciding to just hang out after a busy day.

Zoro had a beer in one hand as he took a sip and then rolled his eyes, you’d been seeing his reaction, undoubtedly your heart picking up its pace when you heard the question.

“I don’t need love, or call it a partner if you will. I already have enough on my plate, all that so-called magical stuff is just a distraction.” He replied, with no hesitation which left no option but for the listeners to believe his words.

Just because he’d spoken his opinion, it didn’t mean it hurt less. You knew it though, from the start that Zoro was a determined individual. Despite having his own goals, he also cared about others like Luffy even though he didn't show it much, less that he said it verbally.

It was what made you like him in the first place. After all, what’s more, better than a man who knows what he wants, is determined to get what he wants, cares for those he considers his friends, and the bonus cherry on top being he was quite easy on the eyes too.

A whole package indeed.

And you didn’t even know when your supposed “I admire him as a person to look up to” turned into “Oh, I think I am in love with him.”

But ah, that’s the beauty of love and all the magical stuff, isn’t it? You never know when you’ll be the one who finally falls into it.

That’s why, after hearing his words, you felt your heart sink just a little. Screw it, you think you felt it weigh a shit ton and sink to the very pit of your stomach.

Nami, oh Nami, what a friend she was truly, because immediately her eyes darted to you after Zoro’s words and she saw your expression go down just as quickly as Zoro downed his bottle of beer.

Luffy chuckled, of course, he would, the poor lad was just teasing in the first place anyway to irk Zoro and obviously, he didn’t know about poor old you’s feelings.

I think I need to go.

It sucked how you couldn’t refute against him. How you couldn’t yell that love is not just a “distraction”, love is something that makes one feel more…human. Love is a wonderful thing and how if someone were to experience it, it makes you feel….it makes you feel just happy at being in the presence of the one you, love. Just…love is not…it’s not-

“Uh guys,” You piped up after sensing the tense atmosphere, tense to you anyway since you felt like a seashell was clogged up your throat.

“I’m gonna go…get some fresh air. Yeah uh- I’ll be behind if you need me.” You abruptly got up, smiling tightly at Luffy, purposefully avoiding Nami’s questioning yet pitiful look and harshly blatantly ignoring how Zoro’s attention turned towards you, about to question you too, his face showing the emotions he’d not show before 5 bottles of beer.

Sighing quietly, you picked up the drink you’d been downing, still having an adequate portion in it and you thought about it, saying fuck it as you grabbed two more from the stack that was in the middle.

“Continue with…your shenanigans,” You turned around and let your emotions finally show on your face, words repeatedly swinging in your head as you tried to filter them out.

It’s nothing but a distraction.

And now, a few bottles (2) and a whole lot of giggling later, you may have truly begun to take Zoro’s words seriously.

“I feel sick, perhaps it’s my heart breaking, see it hurts here the most.” You groaned as you looked out into the sea, pointing to your chest, though inaccurate as you held your right side, the sun appearing as a blurry blight light due to your vision becoming hazier as you got more drunk.

Nami sighed at you, realizing you should probably just be made to go to bed, despite it being only a few hours away from actual nightfall.

“Come on, let’s go, you’ve thought enough,” She stood up, having been sitting beside you on a barrel while you’d been sitting on the same.

She pushed her hand outwards towards you, to which you giggled and you were pretty sure your cheeks ached now.

“Namii~how do you have-” you pointed your finger out, counting the fingers “-ten fingers! On one hand?!” You continued staring at her hand in awe as she rolled her eyes, a small grin on her face, finding your drunken self a tiny bit cute.

Suddenly you felt your world stumble as she grabbed you and pulled you upwards, you now decided you did not know how to walk and leaned your entire body weight on her.

Now, Nami wasn’t a weak person but considering how you were more on the taller side than her while also being a bit more buff due to the immense training you did every day to practice your own skills, you did weigh more.

She quickly made you sit back down when she realized she couldn't possibly carry you, she needed help.

"Stay here 'kay? I'll be back." She told you to which you obediently nodded, which made a genuine grin form on her face.

Maybe she did prefer drunk you who'd follow her orders with no protests.

You looked back at the sea, the sun even lower than before, a type of golden shining on the blues that reminded you of a certain someone's earrings and oh, there it was.

Your thoughts slowly getting consumed by the moss head who despite drinking so much to forget was so embedded deep into your memory and probably heart at this point that even the slightest similarity you saw, be it colors or flowers, reminded you of him.

Ah, that's love and all its magical stuff am I right?

Sighing, she made her way back to where the rest of them were, the crew picking up on her presence,

"Where's Y/N? Weren't you bringing them?"

"Well, for one they are SHIT face drunk, I don't think they are even conscious of where they are right now so I'll need to take them to bed but also, I can't carry them alone."

She rolled her eyes at the stupidity of drowning yourself in your feelings, quite literally but she knew she wouldn't complain to the rest of them or more so she couldn't.

"Well I'm sure, one of us can help-"

"I'll help you carry them." Zoro interrupted your captain who was just about to suggest him. If there was one who could probably carry anything heavy too, it was him of course.

Nami eyed him curiously, she did know he wasn't ready to do…kind deeds, not unless it helped him in some way. Though, she thinks, you may just be an exception.

He stood up and walked towards where you were, which was at the back, Nami followed suit to which he turned towards her.

"It's alright if you don't come, I'm pretty sure I'll be able to carry them myself." He said it and Nami narrowed her eyes, half out of suspicion and half out of spite after hearing the cocky undertone to his words.

Proving that was one corner of his lips being turned upwards, forming an annoyingly handsome smirk that if you saw it, you'd probably be more on the brink of absolutely losing it.

"Take care of them and if they are hurt-" Zoro rolled his eyes at the over-exaggeration, and Nami knew that but as your best friend and a platonic soulmate at this point, she felt she had to say something.

"I don't mean it that way, you know damn well what I mean." She told firmly, to which a slight confusion did flash in Zoro's eyes but he didn't make it obvious as he glared at her, ready to bicker.

"Nami!" Luckily, Luffy's timing seemed impeccable as he called her, to which she turned around, allowing no further talk.

Zoro just brushed off her words and moved to where you were.

Despite, Zoro admitting to never wanting a partner, it didn't mean though, that he didn't feel.

He cared. He cared enough for Luffy to stick with him. He cared enough to fulfill a promise.

And he cared for you too as he saw you sleeping soundly, laying your head on the ship, using your hands as a makeshift pillow.

And yet, he somehow knew it was different. It was different from how he cared for others.

He gulped as he moved closer, now being able to see your features being highlighted by the afterglow of the sun setting.

It was as though you were the sun's favorite child at the moment, touching parts of your face softly, careful enough to not awaken you yet enough to rest on it to make it golden.

The evening breeze couldn't have picked a better time to pass as strands of your hair messily moved, your face scrunching up in disturbance.

He didn't even perceive how he'd reached you and was actually touching strands of your hair to push them back in place so as to not disturb your sleep.

He wasn't even a gentle person, but he was using soft fingers with even softer touches to push them back.

He figured he should in fact take you back to your bed, well shared bed with Nami.

Deciding there was no need to wake you up, he moved beside you, putting one arm underneath your knees while the other looped just above your waist and below your chest.

You blinked open your eyes when you felt yourself floating, it seemed like you were floating for a brief second, engulfed by warm clouds and a nice pillow that was-

You looked up and saw the side profile of someone.

They seemed familiar.

A glint of gold caught your eye as you put your left arm up and poked the earring, giggling as you saw it move.

"Wow, pretty," You think you'd seen it but your eyes being hazier than before after your mini nap seemed to only make your vision more blurry.

The sudden exhale and whisper down his neck almost made Zoro trip as he didn't really expect you to be up.

He was just near your shared room.

"Where are you taking me? Who are you?" You asked the important questions now, your mushed brain being able to form somewhat coherent thoughts.

"You- you don't know who I am?" He asked you, confusion in his features and then remembering why you were lost.

Right, practically wasted. And apparently memory loss due to being wasted.

He pushed the door open, as flimsy as it was, careful to not eventually break it down.

You looked around your surroundings, now even more lost as to where you actually were.

You squealed as he let you down, immediately realizing it was a terrible idea when you almost toppled over, unable to hold your own weight as he pushed his arm around your waist.

You held onto the man's shirt as you tried not to trip and fall.

"Here I'll just- I'll get you to bed." He guided you towards your bed, hand still wrapped around your waist as he looped yours over his neck.

You plopped down with your eyes shut, your head began spinning when you almost tripped and you groaned in regret.

"Drinking too much was such a bad idea, like all my decisions lately." You put your hand on your forehead as you tried to rub the forming headache away.

Hearing a walking sound, you peered your eyes open. Half-open anyways as you still couldn't make out well anything.

You could see the supposed stranger who'd help you till your bed was going to turn around and likely go but at that moment, you decided you didn't really want to be…alone.

Grabbing his hand before he moved away, you pulled him back with all your force. It didn't phase his movements much though other than him halting.

Zoro turned back to you after deciding he should probably leave before he either said something he'd regret or worse, did something he'd regret.

It wasn't his fault though with how…cute you looked as you plopped down, making him want to ki-

"Stay…please." You whispered to him, still holding onto his wrist as you blinked at him.

A familiar green color sat on top of his head but you figured it was a common color despite being sober you absolutely made fun of it when you could about how uncommon it was but also whined about how unfairly good it looked on him.

The same him who looked at you in confusion and disbelief,

"You want me to stay, right now? With you?"

“Of course! I feel quite alone right now, maybe the company will make me feel better here.” You let go of his arm, the loss of your colder hand in contrast to his warm skin making him slightly frown.

You pointed at your chest, surprisingly getting it right this time by pointing toward your left side.

He furrowed his eyebrows in confusion, “Does your chest hurt or something?”

There was a slight concern in his tone, one which made you giggle.

“Not- not physically silly, it’s- it’s my heart, it feels like it’s been gutted- wait no too- too gruesome, it feels like someone just punched it and it broke.” As you blubbered about your heartbroken state, your words made him more curious and concerned.

He decided he should probably hear you out, after all despite not being a great talker, he’d consider himself a decent listener.

Grabbing the barrel you used as a chair placed under your makeshift desk, he moved to sit beside your bed.

“It’s ridiculous. I should have known there was no chance, but it isn’t like you get a choice sometimes on how you should feel about someone, it just…happens.” You spoke softly, as Zoro turned his attention toward you, wondering who was this person who’d caused you to feel so…sad.

He didn’t realize it but he felt a slow anger build up, one he excused as frustration due to your mumbling but not one out of simply, probably, jealousy.

Yes, he was jealous of….this person because it sure as hell seemed as though you were deeply in love to have been feeling like this.

Ironic.

“Why do I even like him?” Oh, he definitely did not want to hear you talk about him, he decided.

Screw being a good listener, he was already in a crisis when Luffy put him on the spot asking about whether he’d want a lover or not, and then him trying his best not to divert his gaze towards you, so instead he chose an option ( one he’d regret later on ) and gave a seemingly believable answer.

Maybe a while ago, he’d have stuck to that answer, and actually no, he was sticking to it, quite well too.

That was until you stumbled onto the crew or more like in true Luffy fashion, were persuaded enough to stay.

At first, he didn’t care enough. It was more so he didn’t particularly like you too. You were what he was not. Careless, overly enthusiastic at times, and way too optimistic for your own good. You looked to see the good in everyone, believing that there was always some sort of goodness in everyone.

Zoro found that stupid, knowing how reality was always different. Everyone is and will always be selfish for their own greed. He was too, he wanted to fulfill his promise and that was it.

That was his goal and nothing else really mattered to him.

It’s what he thought would remain the same till he accomplished it but a sudden diversion came in the form of well…you.

He didn’t even realize it but the annoyance he’d get when he heard your lame jokes turned into him looking away from your silly smile to try and hide his own forming grin.

How he’d always automatically be looking for you if they’d stop at an island, choosing to follow you and dismissing Nami’s suspicious glances by saying you’d likely do something stupid that might put everyone in danger if left alone.

It was funny what this could make anyone feel. He didn’t ever feel like this, he didn’t even want to admit he was close to feeling but how long could a person remain in denial?

He was in love with you.

He couldn’t simply excuse his heart racing at your presence as simply annoyance, he couldn’t excuse finding pretty flowers and them reminding him of you as well….yeah you get the point.

That revelation honestly made him spiral into a sort of existential crisis.

So he decided it was best to do one thing.

Ignore it. Ignore everything and simply wait until it all fades away.

But silly him, he didn’t know one thing about love and he assumed it was something that fades away, yet there it was, in his gaze as it softened and in his heart as it sunk slowly like an anchor.

Clogging his throat as if he couldn’t simply breathe when you admitted to being in love with someone, someone who wasn’t him.

Ah love and its magical stuff, yet why does he feel like it's more of a curse right now?

He opened his mouth, and closed it again, resembling a fish and it felt like he wanted to say everything yet nothing.

They probably don’t deserve you.

The thought resonated in his head, but really who was he to say so because did someone like you even deserve him?

Turning to face him completely, ducking your hand under your head, you blinked at him slowly, a grin forming on your face as you saw the stranger’s hair.

“You…you remind me of him, your hair, it’s that ugly color.” You softly giggled to which Zoro was left in yet a contradiction of emotions, whether or not he should feel offended or light over the sound of your soft giggles.

Wait.

“Come closer, I’ll tell you a secret.” He blinked at you, trying not to show any emotions and wondering if you’d ever even talk to him like this sober.

Deciding to follow what you said, something he’d never do if you were sober, he leaned in, putting one arm as support to hold him due to the slightly uncomfortable position.

“I- don’t laugh at me first of all, it’s ridiculous, Nami says I’m being too much of a coward not saying it upfront.” You looked at him to which he nodded, in your mind you presumed it was reassurance and agreeing to not find you ridiculous.

Somehow, despite you not knowing who was in front of you, your heart was picking up in pace and you felt a slight nervousness, actually, you almost felt like throwing up.

As if you were just about to actually…

“I think, actually no, I am definitely in love with Zoro.”

…confess to Zoro.

Good thing, Zoro had quick reflexes because he felt his arm slip and if it weren’t for those quick reflexes, he’d have fallen face-first into the ground. He sat up straighter as if what he heard had physically burned him.

“It sounds ridiculous, falling in love with someone like him but he’s actually a very loveable person, at least once he begins to get more…more comfortable around you. He talks less, shows emotions or any reactions even less, always carrying around a bitch face- Nami says so- but-but he also cares through his actions like-like that one time he found Luffy’s straw hat when he thought he lost- he spent hours helping him look for it and trying to keep Luffy from crying and then, then this other time he stayed up all night when I got hurt and wasn’t able to sleep. And-and there’s sooo many other times he’s done, the small things, he cares for that.”

“You know. I think that was when I knew I loved him. When he didn’t need to stay up, yet he did to make sure I didn’t die or something.” You finished with a soft giggle as memories of that day flashed in front of your closed eyes.

Suddenly he felt way warmer than the room was.

“I know, I know you’ll…you’ll call me stupid for loving someone who’s already in fact rejected me, not-not to my face of course but indirectly I suppose.”

Wait, what?

Rejected you?

How could he do that when- when he didn’t-

“I hate this! I hate the way I feel, it- it’s making me feel pathetic.” Your words slurred as you whined, using your makeshift pillow to groan into.

“Who said love is magical? It’s pathetic! It makes you stupid enough to have stupid hopes that only make you fly high until suddenly the actual reality crashes you down hard.” You spoke somberly, your words slowly fading out as you gave into the alcohol-induced sleep.

“Love is…pathetic. But- but I love him. So much. I love…you.” The last word came out as a hush as you exhaled, shutting your eyes and letting go of the pillow as you finally got knocked out.

It pained him to see you call yourself pathetic…all while being the reason you felt that way.

Zoro was conflicted. The contradiction of emotions making him all do,

Nothing.

He was frozen. He couldn't say a word, couldn't raise his hand to rub your back to perhaps comfort you.

His mind was in more chaos, your words replaying like a loop.

And finally, he came to a conclusion.

I need a drink. Fuck, maybe even three.

Perhaps if you were awake, it’d be a different reaction. Perhaps if you weren’t drunk, you’d have not said it.

The idea of you then getting over him, probably because you’d think he rejected you indirectly due to his words. This left a more bitter aftertaste in his mouth and mind than the beer he just downed.

He left your side, deciding he needed a breather to process what he’d just been told. He made sure you’d be in a comfortable position, placing your arms to your sides and even draped a sad excuse of a blanket, one that you brought yourself of an old woman when you had stopped at an island and one you loved, sad excuse because it was very thin but apparently you couldn’t sleep without it.

He had turned back to you, one more time, about to say something but he just sighed and turned around, walking away to where he was now.

Now, almost halfway through the crate of beers, he still couldn’t get rid of the confusion.

Did- did you mean it?

It was conflicting because for one you said it under the influence, maybe you’d even meant someone else and just said his name by mistake. He hated that, so he chose to focus on you saying it solely for him.

“Why-just why are you trying to die of alcohol poisoning? What is up with you idiots drinking like maniacs today?” A voice said in both disgust and concern as she walked up beside him, facing the sea, and then looking at him, the concern being evident as she saw the conflict of emotions on his face.

She knew he wasn’t one to speak up, it was rather his body language and eyes that spoke what he felt.

He just sighed, taking a smaller sip of the drink, placing both arms on the side of the ship, and observing the waves.

Nami truly wondered what could have happened until she realized.

“Did something happen with Y/N?” She cooly asked, observing his expression and surely enough a change of emotion was seen with the way he suddenly stiffened up.

“Nothing remarkable–”

“Oh cut the crap Zoro, you look like someone stole your fucking swords and threw them into the sea.”

Now he turned towards her, a slight look of horror while he narrowed his eyes at her,

“That’s oddly specific.”

“Won’t deny anything. But, don’t change the topic.”

“They told’ you something?” She figured she should just straight up ask it, put it out in the blue, out of the bad.

Zoro contemplated whether he should spill it, feeling like maybe it would be invading your privacy but even if he didn’t want to admit it, he needed some sort of advice.

“They- uh told me they lo- well see-” He shifted his attention back to the sea, finding it hard to say it to her face without giving away much.

Technically you confessed but also you didn’t? You ranted about being in love with Zoro and how you wished you didn’t, you did that thinking you were spilling it to a stranger but it was the man himself so is that a confession?

“So they finally did it?” He turned towards her raising his eyebrows in question, “They confessed?”

Now he was surprised but how accurate she was, “ They are too coward- no offense- to do it while sober so ‘figured from the way you look like” She pointed towards his face with her finger “They either kissed you, which doesn’t seem evident from your face not being smothered with lipgloss, they confessed.”

He gulped from his active imagination flashing a picture of you kissing him and how-

“But why are you so freaked out then? Shouldn’t you be happy your silly little crush is mutual?”

“It wasn’t a confession. More like a rant, they thought I was someone else and they basically spewed it all, and wait what do you mean mutual- I don’t uh-”

“Oh don't give that bullshit now. I know- in fact, even a blind person could see how in love you are with them.”

Zoro didn’t know whether to get offended or embarrassed if it were really that obvious. He exhaled heavily, clearly not satisfied with the situation still.

“What if they don’t even remember? What if they begin to ignore me because they think I don’t like them?”

“Well you did say you weren’t looking for a partner or so on, did you forget that idiot?” Nami shook her head as she rolled her eyes at him.

“I-well- It wasn’t intentional! I panicked!”

“And now this is your consequence. Though there’s a simple solution to this crisis which isn’t a crisis actually, it’s pretty straightforward.”

Now he was curious, a way to solve this whole catastrophe?

“Since you think they’ll forget by morning, how about you confront them then?”

“In the morning, you clear out your feelings before you dumbasses end up avoiding each other to purposefully brush this aside and I swear! I swear if it gets awkward because you both won’t look past your egos, I’ll force you into the damn cabin and lock you there to talk.”

Nam smiled sweetly, yet a threat underlined beneath her final words and Zoro thought of the only thing he should do now.

“Fine then.”

“I’ll talk. I’ll…confess to everything.”

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𝙸 𝚍𝚘𝚗'𝚝 𝚠𝚊𝚗𝚗𝚊 𝚑𝚎𝚊𝚛

Pairing: Exotic Dancer!Bucky Barnes x Plus Size!Reader (no mention of gender or ethnicity)

Summary: Hi, you've reached [your name]. I can't come to the phone right now, please leave a message after the beep!

w/c: 3.7k

warnings: cheating (on reader), lots of cursing, smoking, heavy drinking, weed smoking, body image issues (I'm sorry), this is a smutty fic (but there’s no smut), dry humping. Please let me know if I missed anything <3

a/n: This is the first fic I've posted in years lmao, I'm a bit rusty, but omfg I enjoyed writing this so much, it's very self-indulgent hehe I hope you love it just as much as I do.

this is not beta'd, any and all mistakes are my own.

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7:51 PM

“Baby please, You know I’m an idiot…she means nothing” Jake whined through the phone.

As of 5 hours ago, he became your ex but kept on calling you, each call pleading for your forgiveness and saying the same stupid excuse “I felt you pulling away, what was I supp-”

Before you could interrupt him yourself, your best friend and roommate took your phone “Listen closely you little shit, if you don’t stop calling I’ll personally chop off your balls, fry’em up and feed them to your mother in a fucking salad… it’s Wanda by the way” she huffs as she hands you back the phone, “Colorful” you grimace.

Shoving you inside the car, with you and Wanda on the back, Bruce behind the wheel and Tony as co-pilot, “Why do you even answer his calls?” Tony asks while Wanda lights up a Marlboro, and gives you a drag “Because I want to tell him to go fuck himself… I- I just can’t seem to find the right words”, “That seems right” Wanda quips and you roll your eyes, “Don’t worry you’ll find the words when the time’s right” Bruce adds, “Dr. Banner is right, tonight is all about getting shit-faced” Tony adds.

You all clap and turn up the volume to the perfect song “I don’t wanna hear, I don’t wanna know” Wanda sings, the wind on her face, while Bruce shouts “WE LOVE YOU MADONNA”.

They were right, fuck Jack, tonight you wanted to let go, you weren’t one for parties or clubbing but you couldn’t stay at home feeling sorry for yourself, partying with your friends seemed like the perfect distraction “LET’S FUCKING GO” you shouted at the top of your lungs.

9:05 PM

“The Hush-Hush Hideaway?” you laughed as you finished your first beer after two cherry vodka shots, sounds like a place where 50 year olds would come to have an affair, “Alright, alright before you keep on talking trash, there is more eye to meet” Tony argues, to that Wanda snorts “are you seriously drunk right now? after three piña coladas?”, Bruce laughs “they’re stronger than they look” Tony defends himself as he stands up, signaling you all to head to the dance floor.

You honestly loved the place, the lighting was incredible, the atmosphere was hot pink with hints of dark red and deep purple, the ceiling was decorated with hundreds of disco balls shining down on you, the bar had tables so crystalline and so red, it looked like solidified blood, each one surrounded by the comfiest leather couches. There was also the dance floor which you were dancing on now, it had the perfect stage for dancers or any kind of show, the whole place had the perfect mix of chic and urban.

10:39 PM

“This round’s on me” Tony shouts over the loud music as he hands you what would probably be your 5th drink, stumbling around as you danced to a song that suddenly became your favorite, as you downed the liquid gold you took Tony’s hand and started giving him a lap dance of some sorts which made everyone laugh along with you.

And then everything went pitch black, for 5 seconds the music was over, lights were out, for a moment you thought you passed out but then a huge white light shone straight into the middle of the stage, “Girls Gays and Theys!” a deep voice over the microphone started, “is this a gay bar?” Bruce genuinely chimed in, making you giggle.

“Tonight we encourage you to let that wild side of yours out! Please give a warm welcome to The White Wolf” the voice cheered with excitement and the crowd roared and cheered back, “he must be really good looking” you sassed, and in that moment, red ropes descended.

Not a second later a man dressed in a kevlar suit swirled down as if swimming in the red fabric, wrapping himself in a cocoon in the air so the next second he rolled down to the stage, the top of his leathery suit gone, leaving his gorgeous toned abdomen exposed making the crowd go wild. The lights enhanced his beautiful body. “D-does he have glitter on?!” Tony shouted in awe, everyone absolutely going crazy over this tall, brown-haired, thick oh so fucking thick specimen.

On the other hand, you were finding breathing a difficult task, especially because his eyes were trained on yours, maybe it was the several drinks in your system or the empowering song that heightened everything, but his stare was intense, the ice blue of his eyes chilled your spine and for a moment you thought he was going to stop the show, come down and rip your clothes off… yeah you definitely felt tipsy now.

This man knew the power he held, not only was he drop-dead gorgeous, he had autonomy of every nerve and every muscle on his body, your heart and pussy were practically pulsing as you watched him dance. The magic was broken when you felt your phone ring in your pocket, taking it out, you saw it was Jake calling AGAIN, you knew your friends would tell you not to pick up, but part of you wanted to hear him out and scream at him, you didn’t know which one you were going to do.

Leaving the dance floor and heading to the bathrooms where you hoped it’d be quieter, you swipe to the green bubble “Please please forgive me” is the first thing the man says, making you sigh in frustration “S-top stop saying you’re sorry” but it’s like talking to a wall, you’re not even sure he heard you because he just keeps on whining.

??:??

You don’t know how much time you spent listening to him in the bathroom but eventually, you give up and hang up on him, splashing some fresh water in your neck you exit the room and bump into a rock-hard wall, but then unexpectedly the wall starts talking and you think maybe it’s not a wall.

“it was rude to bail” a grave voice rumbles in your ear through all of the noise, looking up you see it’s the white wolf, making you almost choke on air, but you were quick enough to react and raise an eyebrow in response “sorry?”.

Without even noticing, the man had cornered you into a wall “Don’t apologize, you can make it up to me” he said with a wild smile, “oh he’s good” you thought, then he looked at you as if he read your mind, “you look like someone in desperate need to have some fun… let me give you a hand” he whispered, his confidence made you forget he was a stranger, and oddly enough it felt like you knew him perfectly, the thought of spending your night with him made you shudder.

Taking out what looked like a big fat blunt from one of his pockets, he dragged the little bundle of joy from your exposed thighs, up your arms, slowly passing through your neck, and finally grazing your soft lips, his eyes never once leaving yours, he leaned in and the smell of cedarwood with a touch of french vanilla made your eyes roll.

Man, you’re really not keeping your cool, but he’s too beautiful for you to care, you might as well pucker your lips, but then he backs away, taking your hand and leading you to the backdoor between the kitchens. The sound of music and people dancing start to disappear until it’s muffled, “are we allowed in here?” you laugh as he lights up the joint and takes a big gulp, your heart pounds with excitement, this is exactly what you needed.

Your inner demons whispered that he really wasn’t interested in you, he looked like he was sculptured by frigging Michelangelo, he’d never want to be with someone as big as you, plus you felt sweaty from dancing most of the night, but honestly, it was more about the nerves you felt around him, but just as easy as the negative thoughts came, he batted them away with a single kiss to your cheek, near enough to the corner of your lips “lost you there for a sec” he teased.

As he handed you the joint, you took it with hesitance, “I usually don’t take marihuana from strangers, you got a name or does everyone call you the white wolf?” you teased, carefully eyeing him, realizing that he was still shirtless unconsciously making you bite your lip.

A lazy smile spread on his face “Waddaya mean you don’t know me? Pfft I’m your latest conquest”, it threw you off but he looked so sincere it made the butterflies in your stomach dance, “I’m Bucky” he laughed, he was so at ease with that pretty smile you couldn’t do anything but swoon.

Taking a drag of the blunt you breathe out the smoke through your nose as you offer him your name in return, not wasting a second he repeats it, slowly, maybe he was high but it seemed as though he enjoyed the sound of your name on his tongue, he savored it, your legs pressed against each other and you had to take another drag so not to seem desperate as you were for him.

He might be a stranger but deep down you felt unbelievable attraction, in less than 10 minutes of knowing him he made you feel powerful, and free, like maybe in a past life or somethin’ he was your soulmate… Pfft, you wanted to crack up at your own thoughts, somehow Bucky knew and started laughing, slowly leaning into you and crashing his lips with yours, it was sloppy but fuck you’d never been kissed like that, it was passionate, you felt wanted, right then and there you were ready and willing to let him swoop you off your feet.

12:59 AM

Bucky was showing you his best moves, his calloused hands gripped and groped your body as you both swayed your hips against each other perfectly in sync.

He was so smooth, the fogginess of the joint rumbled through your body, each touch, every one of his strokes felt like a wave, you were floating in a sea of music and his scent, nothing was wrong with the world, nothing could harm you because he was right behind you, worshipping you, telling you how he loved the feel of every roll and every curve, you couldn’t help but smile and he couldn’t help but kiss that beautiful smile.

Not long after your friends found you and you introduced them to the dancer who blew their minds, some of his friends joined you, and not long after you were the life of the party, shots and blunts came pouring, and just like you wanted you became one with bucky, you didn’t know where you began or where he ended, pain and misery were a strange and unknown concept tonight.

1:55 AM

Wanda had to drag you away from Bucky to chat with you a bit, she couldn’t hide that grin even if she tried “Dude I don’t even recognize you right now” you laugh with her knowing very well what she means, squeezing her wrist you stop the urge to squeal, “I don’t know how this happened but fuck he’s just so pretty I wanna cry” you both giggle, understanding the Rachel Green reference.

Turning to see Bucky you caught him already watching you, it looked like he was chatting with his friends but he wouldn’t look away from you, you realized he was waiting for you, and honestly you were eager to return to his embrace and intoxicating scent “Fuck Jack, you have men waiting in line” Wanda practically shouts as she pushes you back to the dance floor.

2:12 AM

After a while your social battery was low and you needed a break, so now you leaned against the wall in the back alley of the bar, a cigarette lit, resting on your fingertips as you recalled the events that brought you here tonight.

You didn’t blame Wanda for reminding you of Jake and what he did, after all, she was just hyping you, but now your mind was plagued, you memorized with detail how you found them, as some sort of self-punishment, why? you didn’t know, after years of therapy, you were still trying to unlearn self-deprecating thoughts that your family and society shoved in your face.

Jake cheating on you with a leggy blonde who was quite literally a Victoria's Secret model was a kick to your stomach, it made you realize that maybe every bad thought you had about yourself was true, and that was terrifying…

Realizing that the cigarette burned itself out, you stepped on it, but before you could come back inside Bucky opened the door and grinned “There you are, was worried I spooked ya”, to that you chuckled, somehow the laws of social battery didn’t apply to the handsome trapeze dancer “Never”.

Stepping outside and standing next to you, he takes your hand and starts playing with your fingers “What’s got my sweet doll so down?”, you expected the pet name to make you cringe but instead swooned. Lighting another cigarette you take a drag and blow it on his face, and he just bites the smoke, making you giggle, after a beat of silence you show him your heart.

“About… 11 hours ago, my boyfriend, now ex-boyfriend, cheated on me” you sigh, trying with all your might not to shed a single fucking tear, Jake didn’t deserve them, “Gimme his address” he deadpans, a look so deadly in his eyes, that spark was almost snuffed, but just as quickly his attitude changed, “I’ll kill 'im with my bare hands, I’LL FUCKING KILL ’IM” he shouts with foux determination, making wild animal noises that are making you laugh so hard you can’t breathe “you’re not funny” you say out of breath.

His thumb cleans away a single runaway tear, his touch is so gentle at first you’re not even sure he’s holding you, he’s so close you feel his breath on your cheek and his nose caressing your skin oh so lightly, “you’re dreaming”, you think incredulously.

In a second his touch becomes rough as he grips your face with both his hands, holding you still so you can’t look anywhere but his eyes, “he’s a fucking moron” he spits out, almost insulted, “and I don’t mean a jerk or plain stupid, I mean he’s missing some fucking brain cells to let go of someone so insanely beautiful as you”.

Your heart’s pounding in your ears, you’re about to explain but he cuts you off “And I don’t even need to know him, to be sure of what I’m telling you right now” he scoffs, “Hell, I don’t even have to know you to be sure, in the very short time I’ve known you, you’ve been everything” bucky almost can’t believe he’s saying this to you, suddenly the tension is palpable and neither of you can breathe…

“You’re driving me insane” is the last thing he says before pushing you against the wall, with a grunt he grips your waist and your lips crash with his, in a fight for dominance your tongues swirl, it’s as if Jake or any other man never existed, washed away by the ocean that is Bucky.

You loved how vocal he was being, he moaned into the kiss as you practically humped him, he bit your swollen lips as a warning to slow down but it only turned you on more. You could feel your hardened nipples rub against his chest, and it drove both of you nuts, with all his strength he pulled away, leaving you dizzy and pulling him for more, he’s never wanted anyone the way he wants you but he would never have sex with someone so drunk, even if that person begged as nicely as you were right now.

He laughs as you start leaving hot open kisses throughout his neck and jaw purring like a cat, “Bucky please” you mewled, asking him for more, his hand flew to grasp your hair in a tight grip, nibbling on your skin as he reached your ear “We aren’t doing anything except kissing the fuck out of each other doll” he whispered.

You made for a grab to his groin but he was able to take your hand and hold it above your head “I want you nice and sober when I get you to cream on my cock”, he groans as you make a final attempt to lure him in, but you know he’s right, so you huff in defeat, a pout on display to make your feelings known, “baby doll what’s wrong? you look flushed” he teases as you gasp in faux offense.

3:45 AM

The bar kicked everyone out but you still had some party left in you and apparently, so did Bucky because he’s already got you piggyback riding him to his car, you said goodbye to your friends assuring them you trusted Bucky, his place was less than 10 minutes away and you’d send them your location.

Once you got to the car Bucky stopped in his tracks, “we’re drunk and high as hell” he stated, and like a bucket of iced water you realized he was right “Accurate statement” you snort, carefully dropping you on the ground he swiftly turned to face you “so we should… perhaps, maybe take a cab” he goofs around as he steals small kisses form you “or we can walk? your place’s near right?” you reply, everyone was already gone to ask for a ride but he liked the idea of having some alone time with you, so, he picked you up and placed you on his back “To the Batcave!” he runs as you hold onto him as tight as you could.

4:05 AM

You peacefully walked on the side of the street as cars passed by, one thing that you loved about walking at night was the lack of noise, the night wasn’t completely quiet, you could still hear the cars in the distance, people coming in and out of bars or whatever, the breeze was the perfect temperature and the city lights of New York were shone beautifully.

Hand in hand you walked with your latest conquest as he so eloquently put it, conversation flowing, “I got cheated on once, it fucking sucks” You both laughed at the obvious statement “I thought we were going steady and she got bored” he shrugged, “it was a while ago, but it definitely messed with my head” he whispered as he squeezed your hand, it brought him comfort and you as well.

“You know what’s fucking hilarious though? I was planning on breaking up with him…ok don’t judge me” you laughed, “but I just stayed with him because it was easier to stay in a mediocre relationship than actually fight for my happiness…plus he had a hot tub” you felt stupid for saying it, but he didn’t judge you, his face remained the same, attentive.

Bucky took your hand and kissed each one of your knuckles “I got a really nice bathtub” he murmured into your skin with a smirk, your heart fluttered to what he implied so you jumped and kissed his cheek, holding onto his arm for dear life, content with how the day turned out.

4:38 AM

After smoking yet another joint together you were now straddling your dancer’s lap on his bathtub “It really is a nice bathtub” You grinned between kisses and he laughed, his hands roaming your soft skin under your clothes, you were heaven on earth he kept thinking, he was about to kiss you again but was interrupted by your phone ringing, which made both of you sigh in frustration.

You knew who it was, Jake had been calling over and over for the last 20 minutes and Bucky had enough of the bastard, “Answer him” he ordered, to which you raised an eyebrow “I- can’t I- seriously?” you say almost shocked “You know what you wanna say to him, so say it” he encouraged with a soft smile.

Without thinking twice you pick up, “Finally! what took you so long to pick up?” Jake barks, you have the phone on speaker so Bucky could listen, and he already hated how the jerk talked to you, making him grip your waist with possessiveness.

“What do you want?” you ask almost uninterested, “Baby please forgive me” he cries as if you could ever believe anything he said to you, “I’m so so fucking sorry, what else do you want me to say?!”, to that you let out an unamused laugh “just stop fucking saying you’re sorry, time to put on your big boy pants and take responsibility” you snark, which oddly, turns on bucky beyond belief.

Like a magnet, his lips start leaving love bites on your neck, making you gulp, “Babe let’s be honest, in a month you’ll be begging me to get back together, we both know you need someone to take care of you, you can’t be alone, you need me” he says like it’s the most obvious thing in the world, and then you really were done with his bullshit.

“Listen closely you fucktard, stop saying you’re sorry, stop begging me to forgive you, you were a waste of my time and the only reason I didn’t break up with you sooner was because it was convenient for me to stay with your sorry ass” you bark.

You could keep going but now Bucky was humming against your pulse, finding it incredibly hot how you stood up for yourself, he peppered you with hot open kisses that made your mind even fuzzier than the weed, “And I can take care of myself ass” you hiss in delight, it was meant to be an insult but Bucky was making you feel so good…

“Fucking drop that call”, bucky growled into your neck loud enough to be heard over the phone, then sunk his teeth into your soft skin, making you moan, unintentionally into the phone, before dropping it and gripping Bucky’s hair for support as you rubbed against the bulge on his pants “Fuck I can’t wait to make you mine” he moaned, dreaming of all the possibilities, of everything he wanted to do with and to you.

Despite the chills you felt down your spine, despite feeling exactly the same way, you laugh, “Honey… do you think it’s gonna be that easy?” you coo, drunk in power, you devour his perfect pink lips.

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mochinek0 · 4 months

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Daminette December 2023: 15-Lost A Bet (SUB)

Damian wouldn't say he hated someone, but he hated Marinette. She was a new employee at Wayne Enterprise and she was a giant distraction. He would catch himself watching her.

'This has got to stop!'

"I want to make a bet with you." Damian announced as Marinette walked by his office.

"Fine." Marinette spoke, "What do you get if you win?"

"If?" he chuckled.

She smiled, "What if I win? I'm very competitive."

"I would prefer you work in a different section." Damian spoke, "What do you want?"

'Pfft. That's all he wants? Me out of his way? I'm not telling him I'm leaving to a different section in two month; he can suffer.'

"I want you to take me to the Wayne Gala." Marinette announced.

'I knew it! She is just like all those other girls.'

"And before you start flattering yourself, " Mari spoke, "I want a way in, to promote my own fashion line. Being with you helps."

"so you are using me as a business tool." he stated.

"Isn't that what every woman who dates your father does?" Marinette asked, "Promote their next ballet recital, movie premiere, Broadway show, or modeling catalog? I figured you Waynes were use to it."

"He dated those woman." Damian spoke, embarrassed by his father's background of woman.

"Oh." Marinette whispered, "Well, I'm not asking to date you. How about an invite then? You won't even have to talk to me, if you don't want to. Let alone e stuck with me for the entire night."

"Agreed." Damian smiled.

Damian sighed in frustration. Marinette had won their bet and certainly was using the gala to her advantage. He never expected her to come so dressed up. Being in the office was one thing, but seeing her in a gown was another. He couldn't take his eyes off of her. She was a social butterfly, much like his father. She spoke to everyone without a worry. It became a bigger problem when other guys kept offering her a drink. It seemed like the whole gala had their eyes on her.

Damian growled and made his way over to the middle of the crowd. He put his arm around her waist, immediately gaining her attention.

"Marinette." Damian spoke, "I have been looking for you.

"Mr. Wayne." Marinette answered back.

He smirked, "It is after hours."

Mari gulped, "D-Damian."

Marinette looked away, but he could see the faint blush on her cheeks. Damian smiled at her reaction. Several guys took note that the Ice Prince was smiling at the designer and quickly made their way to another side of the room.

"My stepmother wanted to see your latest creation, I believe." Damian declared.

"Oh?" Marinette questioned.

Damian kept his arm at her waist and guided her through the crowd.

"Are you ok?" he whispered.

"Yes." she whispered back, "Were you just trying to get me awy because if so, I didn’t need your help."

'I was trying to help!'

By her pout, he could tell she was upset.

'I don't know why she would want to be with those idiots anyways.'

"Thank you again, Marinette, for making my dress." Selina spoke, seeing her.

"Of course." Mari smiled, "I enjoy making your outfits."

Damian remained silent, realizing that Marinette already was acquainted with his step-mother and likely her friends.

"How was the mob?" Selina asked, taking a sip of champagne.

Marinette shrugged, "A few customers, but other than that, a few trying for a good time."

Selina watched out of the corner of her eye as Damian gripped his glass a bit too hard. She smirked.

"You should take one of them up on their offer." she suggested.

"I should?" Marinette asked confused.

Selina looked over to the mob, ignoring Damian's glare.

"The hell she should." The Wayne heir growled.

"Marinette is a single, desirable young woman, Damian." Selina answered back, "She has needs as well."

Mari looked down at the floor, blushing red.

'I certainly wasn't expecting my sex life to be somehting my bosses' family talked about. I wonder what made Selina change her mind. Before, she was telling me never to leave with someone from one of these things.'

Before Marinette could ask, Damian grabbed her and pulled her out towards the garden.

Selina smirked as she watched them walk away.

'Now, where's Bruce? He owes me $100.'

Selina spotted Tim and made her way towards him.

"Do you know were Bruce is?" she asked.

"Uh, I think he stepped out for a breath of fresh air." Tim answered, "Why?"

'So he already got bored and left to roam. Did he really think no one will notice him gone?'

She sighed, "Tell him he owes me $100."

"Wait!" Tim exclaimed, "What?"

"Yeah. We had a bet." Selina replied.

"Hold up! Is this about getting Damian a date?" he questioned.

"Yep." she spoke.

"Dammit!" Tim whined.

"Why are you upset?" Selina asked, "Do you not want him to be happy?"

Tim pulled out his wallet and handed her $100.

"He asked you to pay me?" she rebutted.

"No." he pouted, "He made another bet with me that you would succeed. I thought you wouldn't."

Selina laughed and took the money.

"Who did you set him up with?" Tim asked out of curiosity.

"The designer." she smiled, "He seemed really upset with her getting attention. I told her she should take advantage of the cesspool and go home with one of the. Your brother grabbed her hand and took her outside after that. Thanks, Tim."

Tim watched in shock as she walked away. He had no idea his younger brother had a crush on their new designer.

'Didn't expect him to be the possessive type. Scratch that, Talia waltz in here like she owns Wayne Manor, all the time, and Bruce still lets her, as long as she behaves. Looks like Bruce, but has Talia's attitude. I need to stop making bets with Bruce.'

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sturniololoco · 3 months

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Can you PLEASEEEE write a fic about Nathan and hockey🙏🏽🙏🏽🙏🏽

Big Game Pt 1

SLS x Nathan Doe

warnings: Not yet hehehe

Nathan's POV

Today was the big hockey game of the season for Somerville High School. We had made it all the way to the State Finals.

Matt and Chris, my best friends and a part of the Sturniolo Quadruplets, were playing in the game as well. Nick was there for photography reasons, and their sister, SLS/N, was tagging along to cheer us on.

It was lunch time and the boys, SLS/N, and I were at our usual table in the back. We Chris and I were talking about the game while Nick and Matt were getting lunch in line. SLS/N was sitting quietly, writing in her notebook

She had her nose scrunched, biting her lip in concentration. Looking absolutely adorable while doing it. I couldn't help but look at her, getting distracted from Chris talking.

"Hey! Are you even listening?" He laughs snapping in my face.

I laugh, may face turning a little red. Lucky for me, Matt and Nick walk over. Matt gently ruffles her hair, as she looks up at him and smiles, showing her dimples. Adorable.

"So, you guys excided for your game?" I hear her ask.

I look up and she's looking at me. I quickly look down, stabbing at my lunch with my fork.

The bell rang for lunch, the triplets taking the left to get to PE, while SLS/N and I take a right so I can drop her off at her Spanish class, just like we do every day.

Just before I drop her off, I work up the courage to take my home jersey, the one that I won't use because we're playing away today and toss it at her.

"Wear it at the game. You need a little spirit." I say, giving her a smile while running my fingers through my hair.

She catches it and unfolds it, holding it up and reading Doe on the back. She looks up at me and smiles.

"You know I can wear matt's or Chris's, right?" She asks, but kept the jersey all the same, tucking it into her backpack.

"Yeah, but my last names way cooler than theirs." I say, giving her a wave and walking to my class.

I hear her giggle then walk into her class.

As soon as the bell rang, I rushed out of my calculus class, down the main stairs, and out the door to get to the student parking lot. We had an hour and a half long drive to get the the ice rink, so we needed to get going.

Matt, Chris, and I all chucked our hockey gear into the back along with our backpacks, shutting the car door. We then hopped in the car, only to notice that SLS/N was not in the car yet.

"Oh my god, i thought I told her to get out quick." Matt mumbled under his breath, eyeing the long line of cars, cramming together while trying to get out of the parking lot.

We only had to wait about five more minutes until I see SLS/N running towards the car. The hops in between Nick and I in the back, out of breath and her cheeks pink from running all the way here.

"Matt-I'm so-so sorry. Some idiot spilled paint all over me." She says in between breaths.

only then did I notice the blue paint, running all the way down her shirt. Her shirt was wet, like she tried to get some of it off with water, only to make it spread worse.

But I was shocked at what she did next.

"Chris, can i borrow your hoodie for the game?" She asked her older brother.

He nodded, taking off his black sweatshirt and handing it to her. Much to my surprise, she peeled of her wet shirt, leaving her in just a sports bra before throwing Chris's hoodie on.

I felt my cheeks turn red, noticing how close I was to her bare skin. She then dug around in her backpack, and pulled out my other jersey, and put that on over the black hoodie.

I smiled at myself, admiring how good she looks with my name on her back.

New series y'all!!! Part 2 tomorrow if ur interested, let me know in the comments!!!

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wooyoungmybelovedhusband · 1 year

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Mafia! Stray Kids : When you act bratty towards them.

Warnings : public teasing, spanking, punishment etc.. Typical SMUT. MINORS DNI.

Bangchan

You sat on his lap, bored as he was too focused on the meeting. And obviously being too bored, your mind travelled to different places. You licked your lips at the way he knitted his eyebrows while focusing. The way his veins popped out in his arm reminded you of how it always popped out when he grabbed your thighs.

You got a great idea, a great idea of teasing him which was also your most idiotic idea. You placed your head on his shoulder as you started placing soft kisses on his neck. Bangchan's grip on your waist tightened as his breath hitched.

You got distracted when he announced that the meeting was over. You looked up at him confusedly. As everyone left, Bangchan pulled you up with him as he pinned you against the table. "You really decided to test me today, baby girl. I must say, I'm impressed at your bravery."

And saying that he flipped making your chest press against the table, "Oh how you're gonna get it from me." He gave you a harsh spank causing you to let out a whine. "You're gonna be screaming my name the whole fucking night." [Thanks to my beloved sister who helped me finish this faster]

Lee Know

You reached your orgasm for like the 12th time, making your eyes roll back, as you rubbed your thighs together. The vibrator against your clit started slowing down making you whine as you tried to hold on to Minho's hand. This made him completely stop the vibrator and remove it, tears welled up in your eyes.

"Oh you're crying, I thought you would enjoy this. You should have just thought about it before giving me that attitude, kitten." [This is dedicated to my beautiful friend @spoorti09]

Changbin

(This was hard because Changbin is a whole ass sub)

Changbin came from his mission, to find you in his office. He was surprised to see you come to his office even when he told you it was dangerous. He was not exactly surprised to see you talking back to him the whole conversation.

Changbin was oddly very patient with you until he reached his limit that he had to give you a warning about staying quiet and wait till you get home. The whole car ride, back to your house was painfully silent making you curse at yourself for acting so stupid.

Hyunjin

You were out for dinner with the other Stray kids members. You were clearly pissed off at Hyunjin because it was supposed to be your date night and he basically cancelled.

Being in your pissy mood led you to be very bratty making you whine at him to take you home. Hyunjin clearly had enough of your brattiness until he put his hand under your skirt.

He gave you a harsh slap on your thighs and pinched at your clit as you came closer to you.

"Princess you better watch that tongue of yours or I will have to put you back in your place in front of everyone."

Han Jisung

He may not be a strict dom Or an actual dom but when you do act out. You're basically telling him to take control and fuck you senseless. But he takes a lot of time to catch on to what you want that leads to him thinking you want him to submit to you.

But it gets more clear to him when you start talking back to him and break the rules which are kept between you two. He gets what you want and gives exactly what you want. Needless to say, he didn't hesitate to put you back in your place.

Felix

Though many people say that he is not a tough dom. I am extremely against it. My boy is damn kinky, and with you acting like a brat, it will fuel his kinky side and he gets an excuse to be more rough with you. As that being said.

"Princess, it's too much? Oh you wanna come again? I can't really hear you there you know?" You moaned against the gag ball as your hands now felt sore from how hard you were moving them against the metal handcuffs.

Seungmin

"My little innocent Y/n, I must say I'm very disappointed with your behavior. When did my obedient girl become like this. You know only good girls get to cum so stop fucking whining and take what you get." Seungmin said as he dived back in between your legs.

Your legs shook convulsively as you tried to control your orgasm, wanting to be good for him. Well you knew you wouldn't get to cum until he is satisfied so it was your dumb option to act bratty with him and you got what you deserved.

Jeongin

(MY MAN, OKAY MOVING ON)

Jeongin is one of the stricter doms of Stray kids. He wouldn't tolerate you misbehaving with him. So when you sent him a rather erotic video, it made his veins pop out. He hated when you touched yourself more when you used toys because what is he there for.

"My little slut, never learns does she? You can't keep your fucking hands to yourself can you? Touching what's not yours." Jeongin mocked you as his fingers were buried deep inside you.

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I felt like writing this out of NOWHERE. So there you guys go.

-Jeong Aera

#skz #stray kids #skz reaction #straykids reaction #skz smut #skz smut reaction #bangchan smut #lee know smut #changbin smut #hyunjin smut #han jisung smut #felix smut #seungmin smut #Jeongin smut

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moongvf · 3 months

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ALWAYS BY YOUR SIDE

This is my first time writing obscenities here and I’m still a little nervous. English is not my native language, so forgive me for possible mistakes. I really enjoyed writing it and I hope you like it too.

♥♥♥♥♥♥♥♥♥♥♥♥♥♥♥♥♥♥♥♥♥♥

Summary: You have been friends since high school and a memorable event has always kept you together. After a fight with your current boyfriend, Jake comforts you and some memories emerge making you question your real feelings about him.

ALWAYS BY YOUR SIDE

Characters: Jake x Fem!Reader

5k words

Warnings: 18+ as always. Obscenities of all kinds, body insecurity, bullying.

You're in your room dressed in a Rolling Stones t-shirt, which is your favorite. It's late and you just hope to end this exhausting day by reading a few pages of your bedside book before falling asleep. The next day you have to go to work. You feel bad because you fought with Mike, your idiot boyfriend, for the tenth time. “He won’t change!” you think.

You don't understand because you always forgive him and each time you tell yourself that it's the last time and exceeding your personal limits only makes you more distressed. You take out your book “Cirano de Veryerac” and sit down with your legs on top of each other. You open it to continue reading, when the sound of the doorbell interrupts you.

“Is it him? I hope he’s not such an idiot!” you think. You get up, putting the book aside, and put on your cow slippers. Well, they are the most comfortable. You open the door to your room and walk down the brown wooden stairs.

When you reach the front door, you let out a soft sigh as you open it. You are surprised to see him there in front of you with that beautiful smile and those caramel eyes. His hair is slightly disheveled as if he hadn't combed it since yesterday. He wears a beige fabric shirt and moss green vintage pants along with his old Vans flip-flops that haven't been white for a long time.

"Hi! I brought your favorite ice cream! And these chocolates too! Can I stop by?" He says without stopping smiling.

Jake, your best friend, your lifesaver, is always there when you need him. He is like a hero to you. You've known each other since high school. He has always been with you in the best and worst of times.

Even though he formed a band with his brothers and his friend, Danny, he always worries about you. Even though he's on tour, he's always there. "You don't know how happy I am to see you!" You tell him, throwing yourself into his arms. You almost dropped your ice cream, he wrapped his arms around you, giving you a tight hug. "Calm down, honey! I'm here because I know you need me." He tells you in a sweet voice. As sweet as those chocolates he gave you.

"Thank you! That idiot!" You tell him as tears start to well up in his eyes. He supports you in his arms and takes you to the living room towards the couch. You both sit down and he brushes your wet hair away from your face. "Don't cry about that asshole, honey. I don't even know why you're still with him." He tells you, frowning.

"You're always right!" You tell him, opening the box of chocolates to devour one. You take one that has a rectangular shape and put it in your mouth, it's delicious and there are almonds inside. "Honey, you're too much of a woman for him!"

"Yes, I know! He always finds a way to convince me! But I've had enough! And this time I won't forgive him!" You tell him, leaving the box of chocolates on the table in front of you. You are so upset with yourself for letting your feelings get away with you. Jake watches you silently, he always does this. And sometimes you feel like that look undresses you. He makes you feel confused.

"Next Friday we have a show. I'll send it to you. Richard will come and get you." He says breaking the silence and changing the subject to distract you. "Great! The tour for the new album has started. I'm so happy for you." You place your hand in his, grateful that he insists on your presence. Possibly this is more for you than for him.

"Say no more! Be ready at 6pm. That's not an invitation!" You always felt protected when he was around.

It was late and you could see the tiredness in his eyes, but he still came to see you. He knew you weren’t okay without you even telling him. He always knew when you were sick, if you felt bad or just hurt. You don't understand how you got to this level of connection.

You feel calmer being with him, always showing you his support. You get up and go to the kitchen. Before the ice cream finishes melting, you put it in the fridge. You walk out of the kitchen and grab him by the shoulders. "You look very tired. Stay! Let's go to bed. Then you can get some rest." You tell him giving him a kiss on the cheek.

"Okay! I'm exhausted." He lets out a yawn that was heard throughout the house. You laugh loudly, holding your belly, you can't help it, you look like an animal. "You are a bad girl!" He tells you, laughing too.

He climbs the stairs after you and you walk to the room at the end of the hallway.

"Now I'm one of your grouppies!" You scoff at him as you open the door.

"You were my first grouppie, honey." He says throwing himself on the bed.

“The best, the most special,” you reply.

"Then I think you're already deluding yourself." He pulls you by the waist and throws you onto the bed right next to him.

He strokes your hair and starts giving you small kisses on the top of your head. You feel so safe in his arms, you know that nothing and no one would hurt you being with him. Suddenly you remember when you were eighteen and the secret that brought you together. "Jake, make love to me."

He looks at you in surprise, his eyes light up as he looks at you with a sideways smile, he continues stroking your hair. Letting out a soft sigh he stops you. "Kitten, we swore we wouldn't do that again."

"Jake, I know! And I don't think you've ever forgotten that." You tell him, rubbing circles with your finger on his chest.

"Kitten, how can I forget this?!" He says with a mischievous smile and your cheeks turn red.

Letting your horniness and impulsiveness act, you run your hands down his abdomen and shyly stroke his cock.

You feel him hard under your touch but he puts his hand over yours and brings it to the pillow between your faces. You feel your stomach in your throat as you see a slight smile form on his lips as his eyes look down. A memory perhaps? Nervousness takes over you and you carefully calculate your next words, but he seems to read your mind and comfort your restless thoughts. “I still think about it, Y/N.” He seems to be waiting for your response. You have a lot to say, but your embarrassed version is definitely not the best articulater. He looks at you for the longest seconds of the night and the light of his phone notifying you of a message disperses your vision of him. You instinctively look for your cell phone between the sheets and see above your eyes “Mike❤: I miss you…”. He seems to have seen it too because he gets up and heads towards the bathroom.

"Great!" You groan, leaving your cell phone on the bedside table, setting the alarm clock and leaving Mike to answer tomorrow. You take off your leggings and cover yourself with the duvet, turning to Jake's side. You hear the doorknob click and try to read his expression as he returns to the bed taking off his pants and shirt, leaving him in just a pair of boxer shorts. You watch his back facing the light from the window as he folds the clothes on the dresser. “It’s not polite to watch, princess.”

“Great… again!”

(One hour later…)

You move around during the night looking for a more relaxing position in the small space, you tend to spread out more on the mattress but you are afraid of waking you up. It doesn't seem like it helped much because you hear him say in a whisper, extending his arm toward you, “Come here, kitten.” You look at him, his eyes still closed, and align yourself in the space between his arm and his right dorsal, resting your head on his shoulder. The warmth of his body immediately comforts you. You try to focus on his breathing and how his chest moves beneath your hands. His skin is tanned, his nipple is small and pink. His eyes roam his body in your line of vision. His neck with a few strands of hair falling out, his Adam's apple moving to the rhythm of his slow breathing. The musky smell of tobacco cologne permeating his skin. Your pussy is already wet and your thighs contract in search of some relief and your mind visits that night when everything happened.

Graduation was in two weeks. You've decided between three acceptance letters from different colleges. Studying art history has always been a dream since your father took you to exhibitions and museums and it was also one of the best memories of your childhood before he left. You could dedicate yourself to studying something that really makes sense to you. Jake always supported you in this decision, he knew what it was like to pursue a career based on passion and intuition, going against people's expectations. You always wanted you to study at university together, but he got a contract to record an album and decided to dedicate himself fully to the first step of your dream. You believed in him and clearly saw a future rock star in the countless rehearsals in the garage where you spent the afternoon with him and his brothers. Jake was always your best friend and your shoulder to cry on during the many romantic disappointments you had as teenagers.

It's not like he never has girlfriends. On the contrary, you saw him receiving more and more attention from girls as he adopted his own style and gained the confidence of a boy who was becoming a man. The time he joined the football team was especially hectic. He dated practically every girl in your year, some of the most popular ones, which made you constantly compare yourself. But he was always by your side and having him as your personal protector made you be more careful about being around any boy at school. Some of your friends on the team had already asked you out, but he always seemed to make you unavailable to them. So he let them think the two of you were dating, not that there weren't already rumors about it. One time, Jake got into a fight because one of the guys in the locker room made disrespectful comments about your body. Jake didn't give many details about it, he wanted to protect you and you didn't ask anything else.

Jake's biggest fear since then was seeing boys share the intimacy they had with you. He said you were too good for anyone there. You had a few dates with guys, but nothing that lasted longer than two weeks. Some of them Jake met and you used to take them on double dates with Jake's girlfriend of the week. You, however, were always reserved with sex, it didn't go much further than kisses and some caresses in the back seat of your car. You wanted your first time to be with someone you trusted and who didn't just want to fuck you. Jake, on the other hand, has always been very sexual and you've heard of some of his exploits among the girl group at school. This made you curious and a little jealous, but you preferred to keep those things to yourself.

And everything was relatively easy until that night. Their parents were away for a family reunion, but the boys preferred to spend the weekend with friends. Josh was at a party with his theater colleagues. Sam was going to spend the night with some girls at his friend Danny's house. Jake, on the other hand, was going to a party with his popular friends and invited you to join him, but decided to spend time with you when you said you'd rather enjoy these weeks before graduation busy with your things.

You knew that within a few days you would have no reason to keep in touch with almost any of these people, so there was no point in engaging in any more of the boring gossip and potentially dangerous nonsense they would do after the third glass of tequila.

Jake suggested a quiet movie night at your house and you reluctantly agreed, feeling guilty for messing up your plans for that Saturday. But he insisted and said he would add some of his comforting films to the evening's itinerary.

And you went there. It was 6pm on a hot night and you decided to wear one of your summer dresses, one of the few that Jake hadn't seen you wear yet. You thought you would end up sleeping there and warned your mother not to worry. You figured you'd end up wearing some of Jake's old band shirts, so you didn't bother packing something more comfortable in your bag. You decided to make an apple pie, Jake's favorite, a simple thank you for doing something so kind for you today. He would probably end up devouring this in less than an hour if he spent the night smoking joints.

You arrive at the Kiszka house around 6:40 pm and Jake greets you with a tight hug. The way he places his hand just below your waist on the thin fabric of your dress, unintentionally groping for the strap of your panties makes a slight shiver run down your thighs. He takes a good look at you “Kitten, all this for me?” The question makes you blush because deep down you know that today it took you longer to get ready than the other days when you showed up there in sweats and he seems a little perplexed by that. He thanks her for the gift, taking the pie to the kitchen and smiles “This will come to an end later.” You'd rather wait for him on the couch, snuggling between the pile of pillows and realizing he favorited “Vanilla Sky” on TV.

You love naive Sophia and how she and Dave really connect in a universe of superficialities. "Did you find what you were looking for?" Jake laughs and walks over to you to lean next to you on the couch. He starts the movie and you get lost for the next hour in your favorite scenes. Every now and then you catch him distracted, looking into your eyes, fascinated by the lines that you have already memorized after having seen them dozens of times.

"What is wrong?" You ask him.

“Nothing, you're cute when you're busy with something you like,” he replies, “sometimes I can't believe this is one of the last times.”

“Jake, I’ll still be in town. The university is only 2 hours away”

“I know, but you will be busy with your things, you will have your new friends and we will end up seeing each other only on the weekends, and then in a few months and finally only at Christmas.”

“Jake, don't say that, you know that It's not going to be like that and besides, the one who's going to end up traveling the world on tour will be you, Mr. Rockstar”

“Hey, that still scares me...” He pauses in reflection for a few seconds and adds “Whatever the case may be, we will still be here for each other. Promise?"

“I promise, Jakey,” you lean back into him, falling with your head on the pillow in his lap. He stretches a little to the coffee table and takes a small joint out of his wallet. He lights it with his lighter metal in your mouth and take a drag. From your angle, you are distracted for a few seconds, looking at him as the smoke slowly leaves your lips. He hands you the joint, placing it between your lips, holding it in your mouth hand. You feel your stomach drop as you hold his fingers that are brushing your lips for a moment. You're not sure if it was intentional or not until the second he breaks the silence and says "Do you think you will meet someone in college?"

“I don't know, Jake. I think I've lost hope." Taking a little more courage thanks to marijuana, he adds: “Have you never been curious?” A little nervous about the unknown territory of this conversation (Jake has never gone so deep into his intimidation) you say nothing “I prefer not to think about it” and the other question catches you completely off guard “Have you ever imagined us?” You feel the blood in your temples and when you look up you catch him staring at your exposed legs and back up at your face. “I don’t know, Jake” and let a hint of jealousy that you hide so much take over your words “No more than what I heard in the gossip in the bathroom mirror from some of your little friends.” He laughs in disbelief and struggles to understand what's behind your taunt. “Does this make you jealous, kitten?”

“I’m not your girls, Jake,” you assert yourself, “I don’t want a boy getting into my pants like you or anyone else at school.”

Only after you finish do you process the poison of your own words. But you prefer silence rather than apologizing. That’s why his next words give you a pang in your chest “I never gave you reason to think that about me, Y/N. I’m really sorry."

Seeing him so vulnerable disarms you and you seize the moment of sincerity and say “I'm jealous, Jake. I don’t like imagining other girls touching you” and so you protect yourself once again, “but I know we’re friends…”

“I think about you too, Y/N.” His confession takes you by surprise.

He loses himself within himself for a moment and adds: “— I think I never let anyone get close to you because I wanted you for myself.” He gently runs his fingers down your face and presses your lips against his. It's sweet and pleading, your tongue silently asking for permission to explore your mouth and you let it do so. It tastes like mint and marijuana. He makes love to your mouth, his tongue caressing the roof of your mouth. You give in and are at his mercy, reaching out to feel him, one hand resting on his neck and the other on the back of his neck, gently squeezing his hair, a few strands falling onto you. When he pulls away from you, he gently bites your bottom lip, leaving a light strand of saliva between your mouths.

He presses his forehead against yours, his eyes never leaving yours, and whispers into your lips, “Can I touch you, beautiful?”

You nod your eyes, but he wants to be sure “I need you to use your words, kitten”

“Yes.”

You feel his hands on your bent knees sliding up and lightly caressing your thighs. “Have you pleasured yourself yet, Y/N?”

You give the answer with your shy look and he brushes your bangs out of your face with his thumb and kisses your forehead. He gently brushes his nose against yours on his way to your mouth and kisses you again, this time with a little more fervor and you a little more used to his tongue deep and warm inside you. You can’t help but wonder how this could be a glimpse of his cock meeting you.

Suddenly everything seems so right. Jake, the boy who was always with you and now the man you saw him become and desire is the one you trust with your body. You try not to get lost in your thoughts and focus on him in your mouth. You feel your body go cold as you feel his warm fingertips tracing the edges of your panties across your crotch. As he traces your covered vulva you notice that your wet pussy has flooded the fabric and it makes you nervous. He feels your body tense and breaks the kiss. “It’s okay, just relax for me.” He slides his fingers with a little more pressure on the wet cotton and the contact with your covered clit makes you let out a moan straight into his mouth. He moves with you still lying on his lap, pulling your skirt up to your waist and watching his fingers massage your bundle of nerves.

The position allows him to look directly at the your lying face and see its reaction to each his finger movement. He takes his fingers to his mouth and moistens them with a generous portion of saliva and passes his hand under the waistband of your panties, making the first contact with your naked pussy. The thumb remains making circular movements over the clitoris while the index finger descends towards its entrance. Your soul seems to want to leave your body, but his other hand rests on the side of your head, stroking your hair. He looks at you and you understand what he is asking of you, his index finger penetrates you and you feel yourself contracting “So tight, kitten”. The feeling of him stretching you for the first time is without a doubt a memory that you will always revisit in your thoughts, you are sure. He moves in and out of you with his finger forming a hook until he touches a place that you didn't even know inside of you, but that makes you contract more each time he touches it there.

You close your eyes and try to savor the new sensation and you are sure that his eyes are attentive to every expression of pleasure you make in his lap. "Is everything okay, kitten?" You feel the loss of contact when you feel him slide your panties down your ankles. You help him release it and he thrusts into you again, this time inserting two fingers into your opening. He enters with a little more difficulty and you feel a slight discomfort but the feeling of pleasure of the two fingers exploring you is overwhelming. He pumps them at a slightly more steady pace. The wet sounds coming from the movements are pornographic and would make you embarrassed with anyone else, but it's him and you decide to give yourself to him and everything he gives you without reservation.

You feel like your body wants to explode as his fingers continually hit that sweet spot inside you. You instinctively try to grab his hand to slow down, but he grabs your wrist and you open your eyes to see him with his eyes closed and his mouth open, his cock completely rigid beneath you "Just let it come, beautiful."

Seeing him like this for you is what makes you fall apart around him. “Jake, I’m…” He kisses you and silences you as your body calms down.

He moves your body along with his and stands in front of you, picking you up and hugging you and aligning your legs around his waist, carrying you on his lap. He drags you to his room, you get rid of your dress by pulling it around your neck, leaving you completely naked to him. He lays you down on the messy bed and hovers over you. He immediately gets rid of his pants and shoes, leaving them lying on the floor. He looks at you, exposed to him like never before, slides her hand down your breasts to your belly. “ You’re so perfect, Y/N. Every bit of your body.” He takes off his shirt, leaving him only in his underwear and a drop of pre-cum is visible. He kisses you once more, trailing down your neck and gently sucking on the flesh. He positions himself between your legs, placing one of them on your shoulders. Just his hot breath on your wet pussy makes you shiver.

He calmly devours you, as if touching something sacred. He brushes your clit with his tongue in circular motions that make you squirm on the bed. He places his hands on your waist, holding you on the bed for him in that position. He takes your left nipple between his fingers, making you hiss. As his tongue moves down to explore your entrance, his nose brushes your clit.

The double contact on your sensitive spots drags you straight to the second orgasm. You tighten your thighs around him and cum hard. Without control of your body, your hands grip his hair to steady yourself. Jake looks at you still between your legs, his liquid completely covering your lips and chin making them shine.

He runs his fingers gently over the surface of your open, quivering pussy from overstimulation. “Calm down, kitten. It's okay". He opens his mouth and runs his tongue along the long strip that runs from your clit to your ass, collecting the rest of your juice, looking directly at you. His tongue is dripping. He kisses you tenderly, making you taste yourself on his tongue.

He whispers against your lips “Do you still want this? I can only have this, S/N.” “I want it, Jake.” You see him drop his underwear revealing his member, it is pink, thick and bigger than you imagined, which scares you a little. He pumps himself three times, his cock dripping from the tip and leaking between his fingers. His mouth opens and his head falls back a little, revealing his need, he has been hard for a long time and has allowed himself to just take care of you. He places his hands around your head and brings his face closer to yours. His stomach feels cold when you feel him lining himself up with your entrance.

“I won’t hurt you, I promise” and he kisses your forehead “Tell me if you want to stop.”

“Okay, Jake.”

He presses himself against you and you feel the head of his cock opening you up for him. He stops there, giving you a few seconds to get used to the new sensation. He continues sliding into your opening, his thick member stretching you, your wet walls welcoming him and easing the slight burning sensation that takes over when he reaches your collon. “You’re so tight, Y/N.” He moans into your ear. You run your hands down his face as he rests his forehead against you, “So hot, kitten.” Your mouths meet again, he gently sucks your tongue and begins to caress your entire face with his open lips, his warm wet breath touching your skin. “Can I move?” You nod. He runs his hand down your back and hips and aligns your left leg around his waist, opening you up a little more for him, stopping his hand on your thigh, gently squeezing your flesh. He hits you once weakly, as if testing if you find this bearable.

Your hands are on his back, your nails lightly scratching the skin as he begins to thrust at a slow pace. It's soft, like his dick is getting to know you. He opens his mouth slowly and your eyes roll back as he intensifies the pace a little more. “You look like satin, Y/N.” He pulls away from your body and lifts himself up a little, looking at where your bodies are connected, admiring how his pelvis meets yours and how deep he is in you.

Suddenly it all seems too much for you to take in, the sight of his cock glistening with your wetness sliding in and out of you, seeing him working so beautifully for your pleasure with a fucked up expression, not believing that you ended the night giving for your best friend.

You want him less gentle. “Faster, Jake. I need you more deeply.” He looks at you with bright eyes, revealing the effect your blatant request had on him. “Y/N…” He speeds up his thrusts into your hips, his gaze never leaving yours.

The sound of your wet bodies colliding, the creaking of the mattress and headboard hitting the wall with your labored breaths add a more chaotic atmosphere to the crying mess you've become. Your moan is obscene and fragile, which awakens Jake's dominance even more, who now eats you with more urgency. His strokes are longer and harder, the head of his cock frantically hitting the perfect spot on you. Every time he hits you there you wince at him making him back away just to hit you again. He aligns himself in the space between your head and neck, his sweaty hair plastered to his forehead and his eyebrows creased. “Fuck…” He’s close but he wants to make you come before him “Y/N, come one more time for me… on my cock.” The pace is unbearable, your pussy clenching around him. You feel weak and break down screaming his name. He continues to fuck you through your orgasm, his thrusts becoming more languid and erratic seeking his own end after you. And then with a grunt of relief he cums, leaving you filled with him, painting your walls with his cum. He stays inside you for a few more moments, while his breathing stabilizes and he recovers... Your head is still foggy with what just happened until he kisses you and pulls out of you. The sheets beneath you are wet with sweat, your mixed release and some blood, as well as the length of his cock. You look at him in amazement and he touches your face tenderly: “It’s normal, it’s okay”

And that's how you remember falling asleep, curled up in his arms, like now...

You push away your distant thoughts and turn to him. He has his eyes fixed on you. "Kitten, why are you awake?"

To be continued... maybe

#jake gvf #jake kiszka #jacob thomas kiszka #greta van fic #greta van fleet fan fiction

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transfemzedaph · 3 months

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idea that definitely hasnt been living in my brain:

joel totally, 100%, does NOT have a massive crush on zedaph. zedaph, who he's heard a lot of things about but, but nothing could've prepared him for how blummin' cute he is, for goodness sake-- what. what? don't look at him like that. it's nothing. shut up.

(hope u like this even if u dont write smth for it DJBDJD)

i fucking loved this ask so much <3. i transed joel & zeds genders. bc im me. also the end is meh & i dont know what grians base looks like and i do not care

Of course Joel had heard about Zedaph, how could they not have. There was the rest of ZITS in the life series, Skizz specifically when he found out the both of them were joining, and of course Grians run down of all of the hermits. The basic gist of it was she's weird in a cool way and makes creative and useless but fun machines, which honestly, Joel thought sounded really awesome. Redstone was fine and all but they did tend to think most redstoners were way too serious about the whole thing.

So when Joel was invited over to be the first person to test Zeds newest thing, they were excited!

What none of any of his friends had told them, was how flippin cute she was. And yeah maybe Joel ended up stumbling over their words more than usual whilst hanging out, and yeah maybe they were a little bit distracted from the game? activity? workout? whatever it was, Joel was a bit distracted because they kept watching Zed.

Joel rushes their goodbyes and runs off back home, laying face down on the floor of their newly built home, void they should have put some furniture in already.

Grian wanders over and lets out a little snort at the sight of Joel, who just groans and rolls over, propping themself up a bit,

"This is all your fault."

Grian just stares.

Joel locks eyes with him face scrunching, "You didn't tell me she was cute."

Grian, promptly bursts out laughing.

"Gri, no, this isn't funny. This is serious. And she's gonna think I'm an idiot now and it's all your fault!"

Grian's still laughing.

Joel sits then self up and crosses their arms indignantly, "Are you done?"

Grian's giggling a bit when he replies, "You've got it so bad! For a blonde! Again! You have a type sooo bad."

Joel kicks their leg out towards Grian, grumbling slightly, "Yeah well, you're blonde but you're ugly and I hate you. So there."

Grian sits himself down next to Joel, bumping their shoulder with his own as he does.

"Honestly I bet Zed loved hanging out with you. Don't worry yeah? And at least next time you can compose yourself before you hang out."

Joel leans their head on Grians shoulder.

"Yeah." They sigh, picking at their fingernails, before mumbling "Think 'm just overthinking it cause of being new 'n all that. Just dont wanna make anyone hate me."

Grian scoffs, "No one is going to hate you, and you know Skizz, and probably Tango and Impulse as well, have all talked to Zed about you? Why do you think she invited you to hang out?"

Joel hums.

"To me it seems like she was also trying to impress you too, showing off what she made?"

Joel blushes, halfheartedly giving Grian a little shove, "Shut up."

It's a couple of days later when Joel barges into Grians house, "I have an excuse to go visit Zed!"

Grian sighs, "And you had to come and tell me about this? Right now?"

Joel takes in the scene, Mumbo, standing next to a coffee machine, his moustache looking very lackluster, Grian almost curled up on his stool, hands clasped around a mug.

Joel winces, "Uh, what time is it?"

"Too early for this nonsense, shoo." Grian lazily waves one hand in Joels general direction to usher them away.

Joel grumbles to themself as they walk away, "Whatever, Grian doesn't get to know my really cool and awesome plan of going over and saying that we need to beat Impulse and Tangos high score without being a bit cheaty like they were. Which is the best plan ever."

#original post tag #ask tag #smallishbeans #joel smallishbeans #yeah. gay people djbdjd #writing tag #also i think its rlly funny of me that i went mumbo? sleepy & without coffee? moustache looks like shit.#also mumbo after ghis is like hey what? grian is like ugh joels got a crush #mumbo be like. imagine having a crush on someone. couldnt be me. hashtag aro swag.#hermitshipping

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basu-shokikita · 3 months

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Dethentines 2024 Day 5

In the style of a romance novel

So, uh, because I'm not a reader of romantic novels @mirrorshards suggested I use a manga for today which I thought was better for me because I'm infinitely more knowledgeable in that field. That said, she still ended up helping me choose a title...

And like that, have a Skwistok version of the BL Therapy Game. This entry is a little more suggestive than the others, so take that as a warning. It was definitely challenging to adapt this story to these two for a handful of reasons but I think I managed! So, here we go~

Skwisgaar was used to messing around.

With women, with men, it was all the same to him. None of them really meant anything to him besides temporary fun and a good distraction.

And so, he didn’t think of anything different when this guy Toki walked around, weeping about his girlfriend who dumped him for somebody else. He was drinking his heart away for different reasons, anyway. His best friend and companion, the guitar, didn’t want to hang out with him these days.

Not that this guy would understand.

“Ahhh!!” Toki cried into his hands. “Linda, whys…you ams- hic- you ams the love of my lives…”

“T’ere, t’ere…” Pickles patted his back sympathetically while giving his friends a look.

Toki tried to reach for a half-empty bottle of Red Label, but Nathan grabbed it before he did. “I think you’ve drunk enough, buddy.”

“No ways!” Toki exclaimed, barely able to keep his body straight. “I wants to…I wants to drinks untils I die!”

“He’sch way over the line.” Murderface said with crossed arms and disdain on his face.

“Ja…” Skwisgaar agreed. “He shouldks probables gets goings.”

His three friends stared at him while Toki kept rambling like a drunkard.

“Whats?” Skwisgaar was confused.

“Well…” Pickles glanced to the side.

“You brought him over to us.” Nathan said, eyelids heavy but still stoic.

“Whats?!”

“Yeah!” Murderface pointed accusingly. “Thisch isch your fault!”

“Are you fuckings-”

“Whats ams you alls talkings abouts?!” Toki cried. “Nothings- hic- matters! Nothings matters but Lindas!” He threw his hands into the air. “Oh, Lindas, why!”

“God damns it…” Skwisgaar pinched the bridge of his nose.

“Lindaaaaaa…”

“‘S okey, Toki.” Pickles rubbed his back. “Skwisgaar will teik you home, right, Skwisgaar?”

“Fucks you.” Skwisgaar whispered to his friend. “Fines!” He slung Toki’s arm around his shoulder and picked him up. “Let’s goes home, cries babies.”

“Have fahn! But not too much fahn!”

“Yeah, definitely not too much fun.”

“Eschpeschially not too much fun.”

Skwisgaar rolled his eyes as he carried the babbling Toki away. Why did he have to take care of the idiot?!

–

At the end, Toki was so incoherent that Skwisgaar had to drop him at a hotel, because he didn’t remember his address. He was feeling a little sorry for him, though, so he watched over him until he stopped weeping against the pillow. This wasn’t the first time he had looked after a drunk person, anyway.

“Dids you calms down alreadies?” He asked, when Toki was staring at the ceiling silently. “I wants to goes home, you knows?”

Toki glanced at him, blinking. “Ams you?”

“Heugh?”

“You saids you was sads about de guitars…”

Skwisgaar was surprised Toki had remembered it in his state, but he shrugged it off. “Pfft, dat ams a differents kinds of lonelies nest.”

A grin spread across Toki’s face as he dragged Skwisgaar closer with his legs.

“W-Whats?” Skwisgaar asked in confusion, only now realizing how strong Toki was.

“Lonelies nest ams still lonelies.” He said before wrapping his arms around Skwisgaar. “Soes you gets a hugs.” His hand patted the back of Skwisgaar’s head.

“Eugh, lets goes…” Skwisgaar grumbled though he didn’t actually move away. “We amsn’t even friends…”

“We ams friends nows…” Toki squeezed him by the waist, his lips brushing with Skwisgaar’s ear dangerously. “Rights?” He whispered.

Surprised, Skwisgaar pulled away. Toki’s expression had abruptly changed, from friendly and innocent to dark and suggestive.

“Heys…” He cupped Skwisgaar’s face sweetly. “It ams fines to wants to be spoileds, you knows?”

What…?

In slow motion, Toki’s eyelids fell shut and his face began to grow closer. It’s not like Skwisgaar wasn’t used to being hit on by strangers constantly…

Wasn’t he straight though?

“You ams too drunks…” He tried to resist but Toki’s grip on him didn’t relent. Reluctantly, Skwisgaar let their lips meet and it was like a surgeon of electricity spread inside his entire body, shocking him.

Bewitched, Skwisgaar wrapped his arms around Toki’s neck, giving into it. He had never experienced such enticing tenderness before and he was swiftly growing addicted to it. Toki’s hands, lips, eyes on him…

Even if he had wanted to pull away, he wouldn’t have been able to.

He never wanted Toki to let him go now.

–

“Sorries…” Toki apologized the morning after. “I acts stupids sometimes when Is drunks…I don’ts remembers anythings…”

Skwisgaar was baffled. Seriously? The one time sex felt meaningful for him, the other party didn’t even remember it?

What kind of sick joke was that?

He cleared his throat. “I sees…” He said, unclasping his black leather choker from his neck. “You was pretties wasteds last nights soes…”

“Ja…” Toki seemed genuinely apologetic. “I never learns…”

“It amsnt your faults.” Skwisgaar gently grabbed him by the wrists and Toki looked up. “You gots brokeneds hearts.”

Toki’s eyes had a glimmer of hope. “Soes your forgives-”

“Hows ever.” Skwisgaar interrupted him, blue eyes piercing into blue. “Ams not letting last nights turns into nothingks.” With one smooth movement, he straddled Toki’s naked torso.

“W-Whats?” Toki’s eyes widened.

“You don’ts remembers?” Skwisgaar leaned towards him. “Dat ams fine. Alls makes you remembers…” He began undoing the button of Toki’s pants.

“Waits a minutes-”

“Nice and slows…” Skwisgaar continued, his fingers trailing along the zipper.

“I-I don’t wants to!” The panic was beginning to show in Toki’s face.

Skwisgaar smirked. “So you gets to takes advantages of someones and then refuse to acks knowledge? Dat amsn’t nice.”

“Dat’s not-” When Skwisgaar was about to shove a hand inside, he yelled. “Stops!”

It took a few seconds for Skwisgaar to figure he had fallen out of the bed and that the flashing pain on his stomach was from being kicked by Toki’s feet.

“Eugh…what ams you a monsters…” He groaned, doubling over.

Toki rolled to his side and stood up, a look of disappointment in his face. “Ams you always likes dis?” His breathing was visibly hitched. “Always being doings whats you wants? Beings spoileds?”

Skwisgaar squinted. “Whats?”

With barely any effort, Toki untied the choker from his wrists and threw it on the bed. “I thoughts we coulds be pals, but you ams a jerks.” He grabbed his clothes and walked towards the door before turning back. “And you ams gonna be all alones your holes lives!” The door was slammed behind him.

Stunned, Skwisgaar sat up. Did that crybaby runt just walk out on him?

–

“Fuckings dildos! Who ams he? What ams he- What de fucks!” Skwisgaar slammed his glass against the counter. “I hates him!”

“Dood, Skwisgaar, he was a guy mournin’ his girlfriend. Why did you even lay your hands on him?” Pickles took a sip of his bottle. “We told ya naht to have too much fahn with him.”

“I didn’ts-”

“Yeah, Skwisgaar, he was obviously straight.” Nathan added. “You gotta raise your standards, dude.”

“I wasn’ts-”

“Not everyone isch gay, Schkwisgaar.” Murderface said. “You schould remember that, I mean, you’re friensch with me and I’m not gay. I love ladiesch and titsch.”

They all went silent.

“Anyways, I didn’t starts anythingks, okeis?” Skwisgaar said. “He ams de ones whats jumps at my arms and has his ways wif mes. Ams innocents dis times.”

“This time…” Pickles rolled his eyes. “How many times have ye been tha one on tha other side of this cahnundrum, huh?”

“Yeah, why are you suddenly mad about this? You’re always breaking people’s hearts.”

“Eugh…”

“You’re a fucking schlut isch what you are!”

Skwisgaar buried his head in his arms. This was the opposite from being encouraging, they were just dogpiling on him.

“Just forget about tha dood. You’ll find someone new in no tahm. In fact, by tonight, even.” After a moment, Pickles added. “Guess there’s really people even Skwisgaar can’t seduce, huh.”

“He went too far.” Nathan agreed.

“Too smug.” Pickles continued.

“Too arrogant!” Murderface finished.

“Alrights, you know whats?” Skwisgaar sat straight, suddenly determined. “Dats it, alls does it!”

The other three stared at him like he was insane. “Do whet?” Pickles asked.

“Ams gonna makes dat stupid straights guys falls for me.” He raised his glass, smirking. “And dens alls breaks his hearts. Dat will teaches hims, nobody messes with Skwisgaar.”

While Nathan and Murderface shook his head in disapproval, Pickles snuck a hand inside his packet. “Well, I wasn’t gonna tell ye but if ye’re so hellbent on acting stoopid…” When he pulled out his hand, there was some sort of card on it. “He dropped this yesterday, mind givin’ it beck?”

Skwisgaar grabbed the card and inspected it closely, smiling when he recognized the item. It was Toki’s ID.

Perfect.

#dethentines #dethentines2024 #skwistok #skwisgaar skwigelf #toki wartooth #metalocalypse #pickles the drummer #nathan explosion #william murderface #my writing #tw suggestive #tw alcohol #no beta we die like men etc #therapy game #no fr this time I JUST finished this and i need to go buy groceries #so sorry for any potential mistakes lol

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yongbokkk · 1 year

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pairings: lee know x m!reader

genre: diary fic(minho's pov!!), enemies to lovers(?), high school au

a/n; i kinda hate this idk bout u

entry 1

there was a new student today, his name is y/n.

i already dislike him, he looks like he could annoy the shit out of me.

other than hearing his irritating voice, today was pretty much the usual

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entry 2

it's like life decided to give up on me, instead of the opposite.

looks like my friends befriended the new student behind my back, and only now they inform me.

i wanted to wipe the grin off of his face so bad, what's he gotta smile for?

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entry 3

i passed an exam, feeling good.

then all of a sudden y/n offers me to lunch, which i declined of course.

he had this joyful look on his face before i rejected him, it turned sad after i did.

i kind of felt bad i felt victory from finally wiping the smile off his face. anyways, dori is playing with my face, i got to go

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entry 4

he's been stuck to me like a cat needing it's owner, it's so annoying. even if i try to avoid him, he keeps coming back.

i ranted to my friend, he said i should give y/n a chance, hell to the no. he also said i've been being mean to him for no reason, also bullshit.

oh yes, there's definitely a reason to why i hate him. he's just so im too lazy to think, so goodnight.

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entry 5

i can't get the look on his face off my mind, no matter how hard i try to distract myself. i shouldn't have shouted at him like that, maybe i was being too harsh. it's his fault for being so annoying, he just had to keep pestering me everyday.

anyways, i have to go do my homework and sleep, im early tomorrow.

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entry 6

i couldn't find him all day, there wasn't any sign of him, it felt unusual. where was he?

was it because of yesterday? have i upset him by raising my voice like that?

i have an upcoming exam, i shouldn't overthink the situation. goodbye.

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entry 7

jisung really wanted to get in my nerves and decided to throw a water balloon at me, i got him back though.

y/n, he still hasn't shown up to class. is he really going to miss out on all the lessons like that.

im not worried, i have no business with that idiot. goodnight.

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entry 8

i don't know what else to write for this day other than y/n being back.

he looked down, he didn't even talk to my friends or even anyone in school. he seemed like he didn't have the energy to do anything, he barely passed through class.

i'm starting to think back on what i did to him, it keeps me awake at night.

i'll try to sleep now, goodnight.

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entry 9

i don't know what came over me, but i decided to buy him his favorite drink. i just felt bad, he looked pretty lonely these days. sure he had his friends sitting with him, but he barely joined a conversation and just kept eating.

i still hate him, he shouldn't have high hopes that i'll be nice to him after this. goodnight.

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entry 10

me and felix got into an argument, but we worked it out so it's all good in the end.

for the past days, y/n's starting to get better, he doesn't look as miserable as before. there's a part of me that's glad, but then again, why should i care? i hate his guts, he's not important to me.

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entry 11

felix's brownies are the best, he knows when and how to make them like a professional baker. we sat and ate, talking about things to feel the mood. then the topic was about y/n.

apparently, the reason why y/n was sad wasn't just because of me, he was also stood up on a supposed date. how can anyone ditch an angel like him? who ever y/n's date was, i'll serve a punch to his face. goodnight

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entry 12

today was.. eventful. i figured out who stood up y/n, how could he fall for such playboy looking asshole. honestly, i'm more attractive.

i saw him today, and let's say, i gave him a piece of my mind. no there wasn't any violence, i just hit him in the face. it was light, i don't see why i made mark. it felt good, though.

i ate ice cream and played with my cats, now im off to bed. goodnight

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entry 13

theres something wrong with me, i'll start off to where i just brang myself to sit next to y/n at lunch, then i helped him with his books because he was clumsy enough to trip and fall, all of a sudden i had this light feeling in my chest as i was speaking to him. i'm supposed to hate him, aren't i? he's always annoying me.

do i hate him?

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entry 14

hi hi, its been like a month. you're probably wondering why the long absence. well, to my last entry, i took the time to figure out what i was feeling. and when i did, i couldn't believe myself.

as it was the end of school, students were free to go wherever they want outside the building.

minho wanted to walk home, but something was pulling his heart back from the gate.

it was telling him to wait for a certain someone, they were a bit late for exit today.

you, with your bag, finally walked out of the school building. minho's eyes had caught you as soon as you appeared on the corner of his eyes.

your h/c hair was still what you can call perfect, despite what the horrible school air can do.

minho panicked, not knowing what to do. it would be a month till the two of you saw each other again, and he wouldn't be able to wait any longer.

he shouted, "y/n!" making the called person stop his tracks, turning to face minho.

with a few stutters, minho said what he wanted to say, so that his heart and mind can finally rest, he had finally asked you out.

your face were mixed of emotions, one with shock and joy. you nodded enthusiatically, agreeing to go on a date with him.

all this time, i was too focused on being in denial to realize i fell inlove with him.

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samiiy20 · 1 year

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♡ 𝐋𝐞𝐞 𝐌𝐢𝐧𝐡𝐨 ♡

𝑃𝑎𝑖𝑟𝑖𝑛𝑔: Lee Know x fem! reader 𝐺𝑒𝑛𝑒𝑟𝑒: smut Synopsis: You are Han´s younger sister and you are secretly in love whit his best friend (Minho), but your brother is very overprotective.

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You hated when Han invited his friends over, it wasn't because of the boys, but because he forced you to stay locked in the room or simply asked you to hang out for a couple of hours.

Han was more protective than he appeared and he would get angry if he saw you talking to any boy because according to him they could corrupt you, although of course, he didn't know that in reality many of the times it was you who incited them, but you preferred that he continue thinking that you were his innocent little sister, which is why you sighed when he asked you out for the second time this week.

"You're lucky I'm bored," you said getting up from your bed and taking your things for a walk.

"You know I love you," he said, but you stuck your tongue out at him as you walked past him.

When you left you found the boys at the door and they greeted each other quickly, although one of them had stayed behind and when you saw who it was, your heart fluttered more strongly and you smiled without being able to help it.

"Hey you," he said greeting you with a radiant smile. Minho was Han's best friend so it was easier to relate to him than the others and it was harder not to fall for his charms, but neither your brother nor he could know that you had fallen in love with him for years "you're going to go out?"

"what do you think?" You looked over your shoulder as the others were already waiting for Han to open the door for them. "Same old."

"That idiot, does he think we'll pay attention to you?" He said jokingly or so you wanted to think so that his words wouldn't stick in your mind, so you decided to play your own game.

"why not?" You pouted watching him cross his arms on his chest and let out a loud laugh because unlike your brother he knew how you really were, many times they had met in places where you were not allowed to go but he did not say anything and you thanked him for that "am I so ugly?"

"I didn't say you were."

"So you would notice me?" you asked more seriously, with nerves welling up in your stomach, you had no idea where your value was coming from but a part of you wanted me to answer even if it was joking.

Minho's gaze suddenly turned darker and for a second you saw his smile disappear until you heard Han's voice behind him as he welcomed the boys and you saw how Minho kept looking at you, you felt your body start to shake and your legs would lose their balance at any moment if he kept looking at you like he really wanted you, but instead he smiled and headed for the house.

"Goodbye, silly," was all he said as he disappeared from sight against the walls of the house and left you alone, releasing the air you didn't know you were holding.

You didn't want to think about the conversation they had, but the way his eyes had fixed on your lips was something you couldn't get out of your mind, but that was your hallucinations, even though you had a better relationship with him than with the others knew that he wouldn't notice you even though you were dying for him to.

***

Han was telling you that the dress you were wearing was too short, but you ignored him as you applied lipstick. You'd waited so long for the college party that everything I said was left out, you just wanted to go have fun, maybe you'd even find other kinds of fun, although it was going to be a little difficult with Han as your chaperone.

You begged him not to go but he refused and insisted so much that he promised to keep a considerable distance and that he would go with Minho to distract himself a little. You didn't want to accept that the idea didn't seem so bad to you when I mentioned his friend, so you gave up.

"Let's go" Han jumped up and began to argue that it was a bad idea. You looked at his friend looking for some support while he was sitting laughing at the scene that was already expected and you saw how he got up to stop him.

"Leave her alone, it's just a silly party."

"But look at her," he exclaimed, but his friend couldn't stop laughing.

"I see her as normal" she winked and you noticed how your heart pounded in your chest "well just a little uglier than usual."

The excitement died down suddenly and you rolled your eyes past the boys to leave the house. Minho's car was outside and while your brother just denied every time he saw you, his friend opened the back door for you to get in. He's just being nice, you told yourself so as not to upset the chemistry in your brain, but the looks he gave you from time to time in the rearview mirror made you squirm in the seat trying to ignore him.

As soon as the car stopped, you didn't wait for the door to be opened and you ran to escape the boys, especially Han. The house was in turmoil and you went to visit the rooms looking for your friend and when you finally found her you felt relieved.

It didn't take long for you to feel a gaze following your movements so you just ignored it by going to another room, but it was insistent and to calm your nerves you started taking just a little bit of alcohol. After a few hours and escaping from Han's gaze, you managed to start having fun dancing with a boy, although soon your body warmed up when you felt his hands around your waist to get closer to him.

You moved to the rhythm of the music and you guided him further down the floor to get closer to his lips. The adrenaline took over your body while your mouth met his and his hands caressed your back, descending more and more on your hips.

Your eyes were closed but in your mind there was only the image of a boy with dark eyes and lips that you had memorized, you felt a little bad for who you were really kissing but he wouldn't know if you didn't say so you followed the kiss imagining it was Minho.

Your hands had taken his hair, pulling it closer to you so that he could explore your neck, but before he could, you felt hands on your waist, removing the heat of his body. You turned angrily to claim Han, but you were surprised to see another person looking menacingly at the boy but your anger still hadn't gone away.

"But what are you doing?" you demanded as you walked away from Minho and took the other boy's hand "leave me alone."

You started to walk to go to a more private place but again some unknown hands took your waist, but this time before you could speak I took you on his shoulders taking you off the track.

Realizing the situation, you kicked and hit him on the back but that didn't stop him and his grip only grew stronger.

"Let me go, I'm telling you" I finally put you down and you had to take him by the shoulders to regain your balance but you noticed his frowning face, the noise of the music had calmed down and you noticed that they were in one of the rooms of the house "you're an idiot, not even Han does these things."

"No, he would do worse."

"That doesn't give you the right to do what you did" your voice had been heard throughout the room and you felt like you could break his cute goofy face. "I'm sick of this, Han thinks he can control me and when I think you're on my side you do that."

"He only cares about you" you had already talked to Han many times and you tried to understand him but sometimes you felt suffocated by all the care he had but you couldn't understand why suddenly Minho was starting to act like him.

"And what about you mhm? Now are you going to tell him?" you crossed your arms and noticed how his jaw tensed as if he wanted to say something but couldn't "answer me."

"I just…understand."

"hahaha now it turns out that you care about me when in reality I'm just your friend's sister to you."

"that is not true."

"So what am I?" the conversation from a few days ago came to your head and something accumulated in your chest wanting to get it out, but you pressed your nails into your hands "tell me."

Even though you felt that you could be closer to Minho, that hadn't taken away from the fact that Han was caring when he was present, that's why he also kept his distance, he didn't want their friendship to be ruined just because of a slight attraction towards her sister of his best friend. He'll be over, he'd said to himself so many times, although it was becoming more and more difficult for him to believe it.

"Are you going to keep quiet?" the man continued without opening his mouth and your anger only got bigger, the fact that you liked it didn't justify everything he did and having taken you out of the party like that was not the right thing to do" you know that? I'm leaving, I'm not going to ruin my fun for you."

Before you could leave you felt how the vibe in the room changed and Minho's gaze was heavier, normally you held his gaze challenging him but this time it was different and you felt how your insides even trembled to the beat of your legs.

"You can't go" his voice was deeper and even though you wanted to yell at him the words didn't come out, but absurd so you just turned to leave.

The blow on the wood alarmed you and you saw how Minho's hand had been placed on the side of your head and the heat in his body was present on the bare skin of your back.

"You don't know what you're saying, that's why you're so upset…if you knew the truth, you wouldn't…"

"Do you think I care? You just talk and talk without getting anywhere, I'm starting to get fed up and all because of your stupidities" you had turned around and looked into his eyes the whole time without fear, what you didn't expect was what it would happen later.

"shut up or…"

"or wha…"

You hadn't even been able to complete a simple word when you realized that his lips were on yours, you didn't finish processing what was happening and your mind could only think about the sensation of his kisses.

Your mind left the talk, the anger and the boy you had left behind behind, now it was only thinking about what you had always imagined and was processing the moment before it slipped away or even before you believed that maybe it was just a fantasy, but when you opened your eyes and saw Minho as his eyes met and fell to your lips with a gasp, you realized it hadn't just been your mind.

He approached again and you closed your eyes waiting for a kiss that never came.

"Han must be looking for you, we better go."

This time he was the one who opened the door and I waited for you to go out first, stunned by what just happened, you let his hand on your shoulder guide you to where Han was.

"I was worried, where did you go?" You didn't answer him and you went to the car to the same place where you had arrived.

Han had taken care not to make the tension between you and Minho evident, but you couldn't help but feel an unsettling sensation in your body every time you reviewed the moment when his lips met, this time it wasn't your imagination. He had reached out to you.

You locked yourself in your room and took a cold shower trying to get rid of the heat that had accumulated in your legs but when you were lying down unable to sleep you decided to ease the pain thinking of Minho.

***

The days went by faster than you expected and you avoided thinking about Minho, but life had agreed with Han to bring him home more times than you could count, you spent the whole time locked in the room listening to his laughs and the occasional conversation.

Your mind wasn't helping either, going over and over again the party scene along with the things you had memorized about him, like the way his lips curved when he laughed or how his eyes turned a little darker when he talked to you, the way her laughter filled the room and the shape of her body.

You were going crazy, the worst thing is that no one could know so you forced yourself to bite your tongue every time you heard his name.

The day his parents went on vacation for a couple of weeks was torture, Han kept taking you everywhere and he wouldn't leave you alone for a minute, it wasn't until he wanted to go out with a girl from the class, but even so, he thought about it too much and the best idea that occurred to him was to order you with his friend.

"Just make sure he doesn't come out or no boy comes in," Han repeated to Minho at the door for the fifth time that night.

"Go away" you yelled from your room.

"Stop worrying, he's in good hands" Minho told him as he pushed him out of the house.

When you finally heard the door close a lot of thoughts came to your head. You were alone with your brother's best friend and the boy you liked. You didn't expect anything, but even the idea of being able to talk to him seemed dangerous to you.

"Are you going to be angry all night?" His voice took you out of your thoughts and you saw him leaning against the door frame with a smile on his face.

You didn't speak to him and you just turned to avoid his gaze, noticing that the wall in your room was smoother than yesterday. Minho put aside the good face and without asking for permission he entered the room sitting next to you trying to avoid seeing your bare legs.

"we can talk?"

Even if you didn't answer him, you had an idea of where he wanted to go and you had already had this conversation with you many nights and it always came to the same thing, you didn't want to live it now.

"What are we supposed to talk about?" you asked playing dumb.

"The party thing was bad" you heard how your heart broke a little, and even if you had prepared yourself for the blow it wasn't more painful than you expected.

"I know…"

"I shouldn't have brought you out like that but something in me turned on when I saw you with that boy" you were silent taking in his words without looking at him "at first I thought it was just because I was scared of what Han might do but…"

"but?" you looked over your shoulder and saw the boy for the first time, trying to prevent the flame in your chest from igniting again.

"forget it" again something inside you turned off but you wouldn't let it do the same thing twice so when he got up and left the room you followed him into the kitchen.

"You can't leave me like this" he ignored you without turning to look at you, you approached making him look at you and even though you were trembling inside you just let your words out- you're just giving me illusions.

"what are you talking about?"

"Please, don't play dumb now. That party thing wasn't just because of what you thought of Han, I know you're hiding something" he opened his mouth to speak, but you didn't let him "do you think I don't realize how you were looking at me in the rearview mirror or how you didn't stop doing it the days after, besides what was that kiss? It wasn't just my imagination, I felt it."

"You are crazy."

"Please stop denying him and accept that you like me."

"I would never like someone like you" despite his hurtful words you didn't feel anything because now everything was clear to you, you didn't know when he had gotten too close but their bodies were so close that if you moved you could reach their lips.

"Then kiss me and he says it again"

The moment the words left your lips, regret arrived, but you didn't expect him to take you by the shoulders and join his lips with yours. It was only an instant before your body exploded and you let the emotion follow your movements.

He didn't let go of you when you opened your mouth and hooked on his neck, his hands took your waist and brought you closer to his chest, your head couldn't think clearly and the only thing he was paying attention to was the way his lips They found their way to your neck.

You let out a few moans when the boy's teeth dug into your skin, but that was enough for him to realize what was happening and as if your body burned him, he withdrew, moving away from you as far as possible.

"We can't do this, I don't want Han to think that…"

"but what do YOU want?" Minho stared at you clenching his fists "tell me" you pleaded as you slowly approached to stop him from leaving again. Your hands held his face so he was looking at you and you felt something dark in them, something that choked his words in his throat.

"You don't understand" his voice broke a bit and you noticed how his body trembled seeing you with tears in his eyes "I want my friend close, I can't change it… but I also want…" he said in a low voice and You noticed how his face took on a new look, his eyes now shone and his hands wrapped around yours, approaching you while he confessed what he had wanted for so long "I want you to tell me that you love me too, I want to be able to go out with you and hold hands man, I want to be able to see you every day, I want to be able to kiss your lips all the time. I want you."

Your chest was filled with a warm feeling, you never wanted to forget this moment, you squeezed his hands and let your lips come together again but this time it felt a little different, more delicate, but soon the taste became an addiction and the kiss deepened.

"I love you Minho" you said following the wild movements and moaned from him when his teeth caught your lower lip but you let the pain spread throughout your body causing your belly to start fluttering.

You lunged at him again as his hands wrapped around your legs and he lifted you onto the flat surface, your hands running up his arms and across his chest, undoing the buttons on his shirt. You stressed his muscles to the edge of his pants and looked up to meet his leering eyes waiting for your next move.

You rushed to unbutton his pants and lower it just a little to discover his hardened member, you didn't think about it before taking it in your hands and beginning to massage it while he urged you to continue.

His hands had hooked on your breasts over your clothes, but you weren't wearing a bra so the contact he made with the garment made you open your mouth to moan when he tried to squeeze your nipples.

The moisture in your center made you rock your hips to seek friction so with his member still in your hand you took the tip to where a stain adorned your clothing and rubbed its length on you seeking the pleasure that both wanted to have.

Minho's head wouldn't stop spinning from everything you were doing and he didn't know how much longer he could contain himself, he had imagined this only a couple of times because of the guilt he had felt when he had perverted thoughts with his best friend's sister, But now that he was close to you and feeling everything you were causing him, he kept letting go of your name.

I needed to feel you completely, I took off your sweatshirt revealing your breasts and replaced his hands with his mouth sucking your skin leaving marks around your breasts and on your abdomen, he parted a little to see the mess between your legs. The liquid that adorned your shorts had expanded more than you thought and he couldn't help but think about how your pussy was begging for attention.

He got rid of the remaining clothes and felt how a new discharge of electricity ran through his body to discover your pussy throbbing around nothing and how you were all wet waiting for his cock.

"please Minho, I want you inside me."

"Wait a little more darling" controlling all his impulses, he lifted you from where you were to go to the room, but your moans in his ear and feeling against him was too much. He cornered you against the wall and the feeling of cold ran through your back causing your legs to hold him by the waist, he took the opportunity to align his member in you and enter inside you.

He kissed your lips while he let you get used to it and then his hips crashed against you starting a back and forth between moans and accumulated pleasure. Despite the fact that his hands held you, you felt like you could melt right there by the way his member moved inside your walls and the way he didn't let you breathe because of his passionate kisses.

You were short of breath and you felt like your legs had begun to shake, but this was not over yet. Minho left your feet on the floor and withdrew from you only to turn around and join his bodies again while he kissed your neck and one of his hands found its way to your clit.

Your hands could only be supported on the wall, scratching the smooth material while your chest heaved from its coldness. Minho's voice mixed with your moans and the noise of his hips crashing against you was the only thing in your head, because your body was submerged in a sea of sensations that made you closer to your limit every second.

You moaned at the sudden change in speed that caused you to fling to release your orgasm melting a bit, but Minho's hands held you from falling as he concentrated on finishing. The overstimulation in your body squeezed his member, causing him to fill your interior with his essence shortly after, which spilled down your thighs.

They stayed together for a moment until Minho decided to get out of you leaving you incomplete for a moment, you turned to see him and smiled when you saw his red face and messy hair with a slight layer of sweat on his chest.

"Is this what you wanted?" you nodded as he continued to give you little kisses, you led him to your room to clean up. "I guess this will be a secret right?" His question was obvious, too obvious, and you couldn't help the guilt that engulfed your body for a second.

"Maybe" you answered hugging him in the comfort of your bed "but we can't hide it forever."

"We'd better have a long talk with him" the mere fact of mentioning his name seemed painful but you couldn't deny yourself the happiness you had now and you didn't want to ruin the moment so you closed your eyes forgetting your brother for a moment.

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ruishusband · 17 days

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᧔ ˖ ࣪ 💋 ࣪ ⤹kiss the homies

⤷Rui Kamishiro and amab!reader are zesty AF. Just a silly thing sleep deprived me wrote!! NOT PROOF READ

Being Rui's best friend was amazing at first, but over time it became harder to just be friends.. you two would constantly flirt, trying to make the other blush. 'Its just a homie thing, guys flirt with other guys all the time as a joke' you swore, you SWORE you wouldn't get attached, that you wouldn't yearn for something so unattainable, but you did... the worst part? You didn't even regret it. Deep down you enjoyed imagining yourself holding his soft hands, kissing his face aggressively, resting your head against his chest as if it was a pillow... your thoughts consumed you, haunted you no matter what you tried to do to stop your feelings. But yet again, you didn't regret it.. you regret not regretting it, foolish you, using your heart rather than your brain...

You felt your chest burning up, it's so cold and yet you're so warm.. it was embarrassing you were overheating because of a crush. A faint notification sound, followed by more notifications, each getting louder and more aggressive. Your hand is slightly shaky and sweaty, but you presist to look at the multiple texts Rui spammed you. A faint giggle manages to escape your lips, a slight distraction from your previously overwhelming thoughts.

purple guy (theater kid edition): hi just finished practice lol, wanna meet up at the nearby cafe? lmk

Oh, that's right... he had practice. You felt bad for not coming to watch, even though Rui would always assure you that you didn't need to pressure yourself to go to every single practice. You replied quick, not wanting to make him wait any longer.

rizzmeister69: oh? my-my, THE Rui Kamishiro is asking me out? It's a date 😘 be there in 15 minutes

purple guy (theater kid edition): take your time my prince, no need to rush! I'll wait for you ;)

You chuckled, the voices in your head having a conflict of their own. 'God y/n pull yourself together you idiot! Stop getting so flustered over a text' 'OMGOMG OMG HE CALLED ME HIS PRINCE :3!!1!1!1'

You put on a somewhat lazy outfit, but you made sure to look at least somewhat presentable. You took your wallet, heading to the little cafe at the end of the street. You looked for Rui, and he wasn't there, which is ti be expected as the cafe was closer to your house than his. You took a seat, waiting a few minutes. You scrolled on your phone, mindlessly looking at tiktoks untill.. "My sincerest apologies, I didn't keep you waiting for too long, now did I darling~?" he took a seat beside you, slyly putting his hand on top of yours, rubbing circles in it. You had felt slightly sleepy these past few days, so his comforting touch made you yawn slightly. "Nah I've only been waiting for five minutes" you mumbled, slightly tired. "You should really be getting some more sleep, you know?" "Pfft, ironic considering thats coming from you" you tease, he faked being offended, playfully scoffing. You talked a lot, your feelings just became stronger.. fuck.. you were deeply in love with him.. "You okay? You zoned out, are you sure you want to talk, maybe you should sleep instead, it's fine honestly I don't mind-" you snapped out your thoughts as Ruis words hit you like a brick: "Hm? Oh- oh no! I, I'm sorry I just.. got lost in my thoughts I guess" he was about to speak, but the waitress came and took your orders, so he forgot what he was going to reply. You two kept glancing at eachother, awkwardly laughing when you both looked at eachother at the same time.

"Thanks for the date, pretty boy, I'll see you later" Rui winked at you, you forgot you joked about this being a date, so you just stood there dumbfounded.. he giggled, giving you a kiss on your nose. He left, but you stood there, shocked.. 'kissing your homies is normal, right?'

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Friends don't

Hawks x reader

Summary: You finally confront your bestfriend on your 'more-than-friends-less-than-lovers' relationship.

Words: 1388

A/n: so. i kinda malfunctioned yesterday & my loopy, sleep depraved self ended up with 3 lectures to catch up with & this little oneshot. um. if it reads a little off, i think so too but cut some slack to my drunken little self hm (｡T ω T｡)? i'm too tired to proofread this properly. bestfriend to lovers!

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You were not subtle about the crush you had on your best friend. You were certain of it. Anyone with eyes could see how much you're absolutely whipped for the number two hero- & if they didn't, they had to be an idiot.

And here you're starting to think you actually were in love with said idiot.

Because there was no way you weren't obvious about your feelings. You've fallen hard the moment Hawks made that god awful bird pun to make you break the overly serious facade you wear whenever you're nervous. And ever since, your feelings have only gotten more & more obvious, with your relationship getting less & less platonic. You were sure you literally had hearts in your eyes whenever you so much as think of him at this point.

Yes, you were best friends but friends don't do things you guys did right?

Friends don't walk together hand in hand- be it entangling your fingers, his arm around your waist or you hanging off his arm like a baby koala.

Friends don't casually share their entire wardrobes, exchanging hoodies & sweatshirts & sweatpants until neither of you know whose are which.

Friends don't take you dancing in the sky, in the dead of the night just to cheer you up after a bad day, knowing you love the wind in your hair, always so carefree & so happy when he took you flying, but not the attraction it called from the onlookers below during the day.

Friends don't end up cuddled in the same bed every other night- you tucked in his wings, away from the world, his arms holding you close, your hand in his hair at a useless attempt to pat down the tangled mess it was, as you exchanged mumbled nonsense whilst dozing off.

Friends don't say 'I love you' with those eyes- eyes that gloss over with so much unsaid emotion, that scream so much more.

Friends don't love like you did. Right?

You were pretty sure they don't.

And it was driving you absolutely nuts.

Which led you to you silently losing your mind on this fine evening, the two of you lounging on the couch in your living room. Hawks popping in unnanounced after his patrol, bringing over takeout from your favourite chinese restaurant, your usual order practically memorized. He'd showered here, in your bathroom which always held two of everything- two toothbrush, two towels, two loofahs, because he stayed over so much. He'd changed into his t-shirt & sweatpants that weren't the only pair that he kept with your clothes in your closet.

The guy practically lives here for god's sake. And you knew it was the same for you at his place.

"Hey, you okay? You seem distracted, Dove," he asked, taking a sip of his drink.

"Do you not like me or something?" You blurt out. Probably not at the best time though, shocking your winged friend enough to have him hacking & coughing up the sweetened coffee he was sipping on. You huffed out annoyed, but reached out to soothe his back with firm pats anyways. This idiot needed to live if you were going to have this conversation.

"Baby, what on earth?" Hawks choked out, still wheezing to get the air back into his lungs. His choice of words making you narrow your eyes at him. Friends don't call each other every single petname meant for your significant other. Birdie & Dovey? Sure. A platonic babe every now & then? Okay. Baby, honey, sweetheart, darling, love?? Unironically? As friends??? Seriously??

"Ugh, you drive me insane!"

"What did I do?!" He cried out defensively, his wings puffing up just like a cat's tail would when threatened, making you huff at him in exasperation.

"I can't figure you out! I've been flirting my ass off for over a year & I have not been subtle, sir. Its just- You don't reject my advances but you never- you never-," you cut yourself off to growl out a frustrated strangled shriek.

"Are you- are you just ignoring my hints? Because you don't like me that way? Is it possible you didn't notice? But I made it so ridiculously obvious! You can't be that oblivious, can you? I know you're not the kind of guy to play with people's feelings like that so Mmh-"

You were cut off by soft, chapped lips pressed to yours in a sweet kiss, effectively shutting you up. But almost just as quickly, Hawks started to pull away, making you growl in displeasure, hands shooting to his hair to pull him back into you. His breath hitched in surprise, the sound sending a pleasant shudder down your spine, before you felt him melt into the kiss. He let you take the lead, let you pour out your frustration into it until you had to pull back for air.

"I'm sorry I'm just stupid. I- um. I had a crush on you for the longest time but I couldn't tell if you liked me the same way," he breathes out, a little breathless. "Now that I think about it though, you were pretty obvious, i just- I was just scared of somehow being wrong? I swear there's a brain in here but I just malfunction around you, Dovey. I'm- stupid. Thats just it, really."

You pulled back a little to lock your gaze with those golden ones you love so much but are very much infuriated with right now.

"..are you seriously telling me you thought I was acting as just a friend-"

"A very, very good friend-"

"But a friend," you bite out. "All. This. Time."

He swallowed at that.

"..yes?"

And at that revelation you head butted your crush of 1 year 2 months & 16 days, no you weren't counting, hard enough to have both of you groaning in pain. You left your head resting against his as the pain ebbed away, watching his eyes flutter open to stare back at you.

Before the dumbass started laughing. Uncontrollably. You wanted to stay mad at him, keep glaring, make this unbelievable idiot squirm a bit longer but goddamn if this man didn't make you soft. You didn't last long before the corner of your lips twitched.

"I hate you."

"I am so sorry, Birdie," he managed to sputter out between laughs. The audacity of this man. You reached behind him to tug at his wing, making him yelped in surprise but going right back to giggling, his hands gently catching your face to keep you close.

"You're so stupid I can't believe you."

"I know, baby," he mumbled, a silly smile on his face as he planted quick pecks on your pouting cheeks that are starting to heat up.

"Dumbass. Bird brain. Idiot." You hissed, trying to halfheartedly bat him away to no avail.

"Should I remind you that you're the one thats in love with this idiot?"

"I regret this already."

The last of your irritation melted away as the winged hero smiled this goofy grin at you, before leaning in for another kiss. This time a little slower, a little sweeter than the last.

Goddamn those were going to get addicting fast.

"So, just to make sure we're both on the same page, we aren't friends anymore hm? We're a couple? I feel like I need to verbally confirm everything with you after this," you teased, tapping his forehead lightly.

"Oh my god," he laughed out. "You're never letting me live this down are you, Love?"

"After the anguish you put me through for how long because you can't read social cues? Hell no," you puffed out in faux offense, crossing your arms with a little hmph for extra effect.

"In fact, I should've been worried if you thought all the things we did up til now were normal amongst friends. Who knows if you've had platonic cuddles with Endeavour behind my back," you theorize with a smirk, watching the number two hero cringe at the mental image you planted in his head.

"Sweetie, stooooop," he whined dramatically before bursting out into laughter all over again, having trapped you in his embrace, making your body shake with his. This time you couldn't help but join in, your weak attempt at remaining mad at this red winged dummy you've been pining for so long cracking way too easily.

"You're right, you're right," he hummed out contently, as his giggles died out, leaving behind an air of serenity.

"Friends don't. Its just that we do."

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homicidal-slvt · 11 months

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"Like I'm The One"

MDNI

Carlos Oliveira x GN!Reader

Warnings: Pure Fluff, Friends to Lovers, Slight Hurt + Comfort

Your fingers tapped anxiously against the kitchen table, you've been best friends with Carlos since you were children. You confided everything into each other.

Being without communication with him for so long made your heart sink, mind plagued with worries especially since there's been a few close calls with his line of work before.

Losing your best friend is not on the list of things you think you could handle going through, yet it's a very real possibility that sits right around the corner always. A suffocating weight that you learned to cope with via distractions.

"I'll be back before you know it."

"You better be."

That goofy grin spread wide on his face like usual, he waved to you before heading off. Your fingers clutching onto your mug tightly.

You better come back to me. I can't imagine a world without you- you big idiot.

His thick curly hair soaked from the rain as well as the rest of him, effectively looking like a giant drenched sheep dog dripping all over your floor.

"Carlos-"

"Told you I'd be back."

You aren't sure when you started crying, not entirely aware of your own body's reactions at this point, all the stress from everything surfacing.

You missed him.

You needed him.

Work had been horribly stressful on top of everything, coffee stains on your shirt from a pissy customer, trembles wracking your body.

You only came back out of your head when you felt two strong arms wrapped around you, tugging you into a tight embrace. He smells of rain and musk, getting you damp in the process not that you cared.

"Hey, hey... Look at me. I'm right here. It's going to be okay..."

His words were soft as he spoke, a reassuring tone to try and ease your aching heart, gripping you close like a precious vase that could be shattered in one slip.

He pulled back and looked down at you, letting your gaze fall on his worried expression. However you also took note of just how messy his hair is at the moment, a soft chuckle emerging which in return made him smile.

"There's my sunshine."

He remarked as he took in your happier features, your smile could always light up his day and he'd do anything to see it- even if it was because you were giggling at how disheveled he looked.

"Let me go get you a towel."

"Good idea."

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You sat beside him on the couch watching TV, settling into the comfortable feeling of it like usual. Those deep brown eyes of his were fixated on the show... You however kept finding yourself glancing at him instead.

Were you harboring feelings for him that were more than just friendship? Of course not... Don't be ridiculous...

He finally shifted and looked right back at you, catching you during your deep-in-thought staring.

"Something on your mind?"

You were like a deer caught in headlights- how do you possibly explain this???

Though the way he looked at you wasn't how friends looked at each other either, come to think of it he's always looked at you a bit differently- you just never fully noticed.

"I just..."

He moved in closer to you with a small smile playing on his lips.

"Just what?"

"Stop looking at me like that."

You scooted back away from his form slightly and glanced away, trying to force the butterflies in your stomach to cut it the fuck out.

"You were the one who was staring first."

He chuckled slightly and you couldn't help but huff at the comment, it almost felt like back when you two were young teens again. Attempting to navigate that desperately fuzzy feeling.

"Just- don't look at me like that."

"Why not?"

"Because..."

His hand finds its way to yours and encompasses it in his grip, his touch warm and comforting as always which only worsens the tide of feelings.

"Because?"

"Because it makes me feel like... Like I'm the one."

He moved in closer and placed his finger beneath your chin, tilting your face up to meet his gaze and allowing him to take in all that is you.

All the things he's loved about you for so long.

"What if you are the one?"

There's no hint of doubt in his expression or voice, making it clear it's always been you that he wants. Perhaps he's held back all this time out of fear of screwing up the friendship.

Maybe that's the chains that have held both of you back.

Soulmates or not you'll be damned if you miss this chance, leaning in and at last getting to taste him on your lips.

Tender and sweet like honey, eyes shut and at peace with the world. All you could feel was him and the steady drum of your heart, one of his hands settled on the back of your head while the other was on your mid-back.

Don't you dare ever leave me in a carlos-less world.

{Guys I'm so in love with him you have no idea- this is my first attempt at writing for him though. Lol}

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Broken Hearts Football Club | Chapter 13

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"Are you ready for Sunday's game?" Ben asked.

"I was born ready" June smiled.

"If you win, the league is yours."

"No way, really?"

"You can't be sarcastic and smile at the same time, Maxwell. It loses all its meaning."

"Shut up and keep cutting that tomato" she said, trying really hard to stop smiling like an idiot.

She and Ben had kept seeing each other even more often, spending most of her free afternoons and nights at his house since she still shared her flat with John, and they would usually follow the same routine.

She would buy some food after training, they would cook it together, and then eat it while watching something on tv until one of them fell asleep. Nine times out of ten, that would be June. Since she didn't like driving that late at night, she would stay at Ben's, always in the same room. By now, it felt as if it belonged to her.

She had some clothes in the closet to get changed, a toothbrush and some creams in the bathroom, an extra blanket on the bed for when she got cold, a phone charger.... And if you asked Ben, he would tell you that it already smelled of her, of that perfume she always wore and that reminded him of his summer holidays in Spain.

In the mornings, and if June didn't have training, they would go out for a walk around the neighborhood before going back home and making breakfast, sitting together once again to eat and just talk, getting to know each other more and more. They weren't seeing the other as June Maxwell and Ben Chilwell anymore. They were just June and Ben. Two friends who occasionally made out.

"Are you doing anything special after the game?" he asked.

"Celebrate" she smirked.

"And if you don't win?"

"We are winning, Chilwell. Stop trying to jinx it."

"I'm not trying anything" he said, lifting his hands.

"Careful! You have a knife there!"

"Oh, sorry" he said, putting it down.

"That was dangerous, Ben."

"I know, I'm sorry" he said, kissing her cheek.

"Being cute won't make me forget that I had a knife next to my eye."

"It wasn’t next to your eye" he laughed.

"That's what you say. You weren't paying attention."

"I'm sorry" he said, kissing her cheek again and hugging her from behind.

"Ben… Stop."

"Why?" he asked, now kissing her neck.

"Because I also have a knife, and you are distracting me."

"Am I?" he said against her skin, sending goosebumps down her spine.

"Ben… please."

"Ok, fine" he chuckled. "But only because that burger smells amazing and I'm famished" he said with a cheeky smile.

"Thank you" June replied, trying to focus on what she was doing and not on how close Ben's body had been to hers, on how he had made her feel.

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“How does it feel lifting the league trophy, June?” Andrew asked.

“Honestly… best feeling ever” she said, a big smile on her face.

“How are you going to celebrate?”

“I don’t know yet. We may wait until the party on Tuesday with the boys to do something big and celebrate both titles together. But I heard there is pizza in the changing room, so that’s a beginning” she laughed.

“I like how that sounds” Jacob said. “What about you, Chilly? Anything to add?”

“Just congratulations. And behave yourself, Maxwell. I may have gone soft on you this season, but that may not happen on the next one” he smirked.

“I’ll try” she winked, noticing how Ben’s cheeks had turned a shade darker.

“Ok, I think we can let June go eat that pizza” Andrew chuckled.

“I think we can, yes” Jacob said. “Enjoy the summer, June. You deserve it.”

“Thank you, guys. You too” she smiled. “And you keep an eye on your phone” she whispered to Ben once her microphone was off.

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“Are we doing something tomorrow or not?” Vittoria asked.

“I think I’m gonna be too tired, to be honest” Lauren yawned. They were on the bus on their way back to London, most of their teammates taking a nap or just catching up with their families after celebrating at the stadium.

“June?”

“I have plans” she said, her eyes fixed on her phone.

“Plans? With whom?”

“With Chilly, obviously” Lauren chuckled. “Are you taking your relationship to the next base?”

“There is no relationship” June replied, rolling her eyes.

“But whatever you have going on is going to the next base, isn’t it?”

“I would not complain if it happened” she smirked.

“June!” Vittoria laughed.

“What? The last time we met he was touchier than usual and I’ve been horny since then. I need a release.”

“Did she drink anything?” Vittoria asked Lauren. “She had never been this… open about her feelings for him.”

“I don’t have feelings for him.”

“Of course you don’t, June. Of course you don't” Vittoria said.

“Lauren, what is it?” June said, ignoring her other friend.

“Uh?”

“You are giving me Leah’s judgy look. What is going on inside that head of yours?"

“It’s nothing. I’m just trying to decide when you are going to fuck up things with Chilly” Lauren shrugged.

“Lauren! Don’t be like that” Vittoria said. “This may work out, he may be the one!"

“He might, yes. But we both know June, and she could still ruin it.”

“Love the confidence” June replied. “But he isn’t the one or the love of my life. He is just a friend.”

“Yeah, yeah. A friend you don’t have feelings for and that you want to shag just because you are horny.”

“Exactly” she said, trying to keep all the things she had been feeling for him lately locked in the back of her head. All the times he had made her heart skip a beat with something he had said or with a smile. All the times she had felt funny things on her stomach when he had kissed her, touched her. They were just friends and nothing else, she couldn’t allow herself to think otherwise. It was too scary, and as Lauren said, she would definitely end fucking things up.

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