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figgrrr0 · 1 year

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Hii im new here! Found your blog by chance and I love how you write! Would you be able to write wanderer x jealous!reader on valentines day? Lets say Wanderer has got a lot of admirers from the akademiya and reader is just silently furious abt it but doesnt say anything. When Wanderer finds out he fucks them nicely and praise them/ reassures them <333

Apparently I struggle to do angry jealousy, I just make it sad... but it's light this time! And soft.

Also it feels so weird writing Wanderer as a name??

Want to skip the lead up? Look for the NSFW sign that marks the smut!

Valentine's with Wanderer

Character: Top!Wanderer/Scaramouche

Reader: Bottom!Gn // Genre: Smut, angst

Cw: Classic Scara misunderstandings, praise/reassurance, fingering, soft sex, slight angst(?) it's more hinted I guess

Plot: A little // Word count: 1.9k

Valentine's Day: a day of love, gifts, and showing appreciation for your partner.

Usually, everyone tries to take the day off, freeing up their schedule so that they can focus entirely on the occasion, however it may be that they want to spend it. Which is why you were quite surprised to find yourself alone in bed when you woke up in the morning.

Now, that's not when you started feeling doubt. After all, maybe Wanderer, your boyfriend of the past few months, was in the kitchen. Breakfast in bed is a traditional start to Valentine's Day, and an easy way to get in anyone's good books. But, when you heard nothing after a few minutes of waiting, – no clanking of cutlery or slamming of cabinets – you just had to go see where he was.

Unluckily for you, all you could find was a little note, hastily sprawled and left waiting on the counter:

"I'll be gone for a while, don't wait up for me. I left you some breakfast in the cupboard, it might need heating up if you stay in bed too long, but that's not my fault...

–Happy Valentine's Day."

As usual, his handwriting is kind of hard to read; quick and messy. But, at least he did technically make you breakfast, even if he also alluded to you being lazy.

However, what most takes your attention, is the blotch of ink that splattered right at the end of "fault". It was as if he were hesitating to let go, to pick up the pen and leave it at that.

Which is why you felt oddly warm at the fact that the last part was perfectly legible and obviously had been written slower than the rest.

Even though you know Wanderer isn't particularly fond of outright expressing his feelings, you thought that surely, today of all days, he could push aside his own pride for you. Even just a little. Maybe that was too high of an expectation. His ambitions never let him take a break, so why would he take one for a made-up holiday?

Well... at least he's aware enough of your excitement for the day to acknowledge it first thing in the morning, even if he wasn't there to actually say it.

But, you knew that with Wanderer, everything would be awkward and touchy the first time around. You had to move slowly. Baby steps, you remind yourself, as you head back to your shared room to start getting ready.

It's only the start of the day.

...

You wish it weren't Valentine's Day.

Every street was lined with couples, each and every one of them holding hands, carrying flowers... things that you should be doing with your boyfriend right now.

And it didn't help that you felt like everyone was judging you for being alone, especially when most of them likely knew who you were dating. It's not like you hadn't seen them staring before now.

You couldn't blame them, really. Wanderer had shown up in Sumeru suddenly and didn't feel especially inclined to explain himself, so of course people would be curious. You just didn't like the way that their eyes would... linger after him. Even when you were there! And on the rare day that Wanderer was comfortable enough to let you hold onto him in public, the admiring stares turned to full-blown jealousy.

Now, what was wrong with that? Shouldn't that be an ego boost for you? You'd thought so too, at first. But then you realised that just meant they'd want to try and steal him from you.

You thought you could put up with it at first. After all, you knew that Wanderer wouldn't stand for anyone else touching him or getting in his way other than you. You trusted him just fine. You didn't trust the average Akademiya goer, though. They all seemed to think they were entitled to have whatever – or whoever – they wanted, just because they'd gotten into the prestigious school at all.

You'd tried to bring up your concerns to Wanderer about the whispers going around and the jealous looks you'd get when walking through the streets or halls of the Akademiya. Almost instantaneously, he shut down your complaints, finding the words so easily that it almost felt as though he hadn't even tried.

"Tch... they're annoying and only want to waste our time. Just ignore them like I do."

That response was actually exactly what you'd expected to hear, and while you were grateful for his straightforward answer, you'd wanted a more... passionate outcome. Something to show he cared.

That definitely isn't what you got, considering he didn't even look at you when he said it.

After that, you didn't want to bring up the same problem again. Especially not on Valentines Day, even though he'll probably come home having been confessed to over twenty times in the past hour alone. Okay, maybe you were over-exaggerating a little, but it really didn't feel like it to you. Plus, it's the day of love! You're allowed a little leeway for feeling paranoid, right?

Maybe this evening will be better, when Wanderer finally comes come.

...

As you walk through the door, you're instantly met with a faint smell that you recognised to be the lavender lemongrass scented candles that you kept around the house. Of course, this clued you in to the fact that Wanderer must already be home. But what solidified this, was that when you walked through the doorway, there he was, waiting for you standing next to a vase of beautifully arranged flowers. It was mainly made up of your favourite flower, along with some of the famous Valentine's flowers as well, such as roses, carnations, and even some daisies.

Most likely, it was thought up by the florist that he went to. But at least he knew your favourite flower, as well as followed the tradition of buying them for you at all.

Often times, it was unusual for him to initiate physical touch with you; even though he was comfortable with you, he still just wasn't used to it yet. Tonight, however, he seemed to have no trouble in walking right up to you, taking your hand to guide you into the living room, where you could both just relax in each other's company. The calming lavender lemongrass candles eased your mood quite well, and you were happy that your Wanderer had really tried for Valentine's day.

...

You had a lovely evening with your boyfriend, cuddling on the couch as you spoke in hushed voices about anything and everything (even if he was slightly apprehensive to start), the lovely atmosphere of romantic music quietly flooding through from the street.

And even though it had felt perfect, as you get ready to retire for the night, the candles having gone out a while ago, you can't help but feel the uncertainty from before start to overtake your thoughts again.

Resigning yourself to forget about it, you get into your side of the bed, your Wanderer already having been waiting for you to return. But he can tell that something in your mood has changed almost as soon as he lays his eyes on you again.

"What's wrong?"

"... Nothing."

He leans forward, showing his engagement. "Bullshit. If you don't tell me, there's nothing I can do to help you get over it."

"I just... those people from the Akademiya... they're still bothering me." You look down at your hands.

He sighs, closing his eyes for a second, "I've told you to just ignore them. There's nothing I can do to control how people think of you, or me, or us."

"I can't just ignore them!" You whine, "They're always looking at us when we're together... it's making me worried..."

At that, he looks over at you, his eyes scrunching as he thinks your words over. "Worried about what?"

Not sure how to say it, you move yourself to lay against him. Your back is pressed to his chest now, and the feeling of his warm breath on your neck helps to soothe your thoughts just enough for you to find the words:

"...I don't want them to take you from me..."

Now, it's Wanderer's turn to be silent. Now, he realises the mistake he'd made in telling you to just ignore those insignificant people; by ignoring the problem himself, he'd made you focus on it more. Of course you'd be feeling worried about this, he'd shut it down the first time you'd tried bringing it up.

You didn't need to just forget about it. You needed to work through it so that you could forget about it.

After almost a minute of tense silence, you're surprised when you feel his lips press gently to the back of your neck, accompanied moments later by his arm curling around you, pulling you ever closer against him. His hand rests over the place where your heart rests, while the other intertwines your fingers with his against your stomach, as if caging in the butterflies that start to flutter.

"Allow me to try again..." He presses a kiss to your ear before speaking again, "you don't need to think about them, or what I think about them." The hand on your heart shifts to cup your chest, your breath wavering when his hand brushes over your hardening nipples. "Because I'll never want anyone but you."

Then, the night is almost a blur.

Wanderer sneakily pulls a bottle of rose scented lube from under the pillow, liberally gathering some as he starts to stretch you out on his fingers. The scent slowly fills the room, intoxicating you on the heady fragrance, allowing it to pull you deeper into the moment.

He steadily pushes his fingers against the sensitive bundle of nerves inside of you, never slowing until after you've cum around his lubed up digits. Your hand finds purchase with the one on your chest, tightening your grip around him as you come down from the residual high.

He's whispering short encouragements to you while you collect your breath, the moans you'd been letting out dying on your tongue. Wanderer slowly lifts your leg, allowing him to guide his hard cock to finally, finally press against your hole, not making you wait to feel him as the slowly pushes in.

You don't need to adjust much, the lube and his attentive fingers having done the work well enough that only the comforting sensation of being full registers in your core. He starts thrusting when you signal that you're ready, his pace is easy and the power behind his hips is controlled enough to pull a soft moan from you with each stroke. It's different from what you're used to, but it's good. So good. And what makes it better is the hushed and stuttered, "I love you," and, "You're the only one that matters," that gets breathed into your shoulder as you both approach your shared climax.

The next morning, you wake up to find your Wanderer exactly where he ended last night; right next to you in your bed. You close your eyes contentedly, knowing you'll never have to worry about him being taken from you.

He's your Wanderer.

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iwas-princess · 1 year

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You ABSOLUTELY should write about atsumu's boobs!!! 😵‍💫😵‍💫😵‍💫

writing abt them again bc they’re j so great

miya atsumu • not at the dinner table

“if i’d known how much ‘ya’d love my tits, i woulda upped my weights a long time ago, sugar.”

your cheeks heated as you blushed at him, slightly flustered that he’d bring up such a topic while eating.

well, to be fair, you were also burning holes into them at the dinner table and practically drooling on your plate. it was only a matter of time before he would say anything.

you nudged a green bean with your fork, rolling it around your half empty plate. your eyes flicked down to the discarded vegetable, avoiding getting caught looking for too long in fear of his growing ego.

“i don’t know what you’re talking about, ‘tsumu.” you lied, your voice wavering slightly in hesitation.

he scoffed, lightheartedly but taken aback by your lie. his own eyes dropped down, but instead of staring at his own plate, he mirrored your previous actions by admiring the cleavage of your tank top.

“not that i blame ‘ya for staring, i can hardly keep my own eyes away from yer tits too.” he mumbled, ignoring your previous attempt at fibbing.

you swallowed thickly at your boyfriend’s flirtatious comment, suddenly finding it hard to sit still as you began to rub your thighs together mindlessly.

he quieted, his gaze locked on your supple breasts spilling over the lowly cut fabric and giving him an eyeful. he silently thanked himself for choosing to lounge in nothing but sweatpants today or else the topic of breasts might have not been excusable at the table, if it wasn’t for your wondering eyes continuously checking out atsumu’s bare chest.

“can i, maybe, touch them after?” you mumbled, your voice shy and unsteady.

his ears perked up at your sheepish behavior, watching you in amusement as you fidgeted with your food nervously.

he always admired how shy you got when it came to sexual related questions, acting as if you being the filthiest slut he’s ever fucked wasn’t reality. as if you weren’t begging him last night to fill you up with his cum. or as if slobber wasn’t dripping down your chin and coating his heavy balls as you took all of him down you greedy throat yesterday morning.

he found it impossible for him to go one day without burying himself inside of you at least once, the sight of someone so sweet having the filthiest desires keeping his sex drive at all time high.

he never in a million years expected his precious babygirl to be so desperate over a pair of enlarged muscles, especially on his chest. atsumu was always big, but fuck, ever since he increased his weight training he’s been insatiable.

beforehand, you and atsumu would fuck each other five days a week, regulating a healthy sex life that kept the both of you more than satisfied with your busy work schedules. but, ever since you discovered this new kink of yours, it’s been impossible to keep your hands and mouth to yourself.

something about the way his hardened nipple felt in your mouth with your cheek pressed comfortably against his plump breast as you contently suckled, made your brain short circuit. the sensation was so serene yet incredibly sexy, and also deeply addictive— to both parties.

because even though your cocky boyfriend likes to let you believe that he only ever indulges in this kink of yours for your pleasure, he secretly enjoys if just as much as you do.

your mouth had always drove him mad, either it be wrapped around his cock or pressed against his lips, atsumu had always daydreamed about the wicked things that your filthy mouth could do for him. now, it’s even worse. watching your lashes flutter shut as you relaxed against the cushiony flesh, your lips wrapped tightly around his blush nipple and lazily suckling as you both winded down for the evening, was always the main thought that occupied his horny brain as he worked out every morning. the amount of times that he accidentally caused himself to pop an unwanted boner was beyond recording at the point.

“ya’d love that, wouldn’t ‘ya, princess?” he teased.

of course he was going to let you suckle on them later, it was his new favorite passtime. but, poking some fun at you beforehand can’t cause any harm.

your breathing caught in your throat, long lashes kissing the tops of your cheeks as you fluttered your eyes closed in longing.

atsumu’s teasing never failed to rile you up, no matter how vulgar he could be. in fact, you’ve found that the meaner, the better. he always repays you with soft aftercare anyway to heal any possible mental wounds that his words may have caused.

he chuckled at your reaction.

“are ‘ya going to ask correctly, princess?”

you gathered yourself rather quickly, knowing well enough that if you don’t give him a direct answer quickly, you would have to opt for another form of pleasure.

“pl-please, ‘tsumu. let me suck on your tits tonight, i’ll be a good girl.” you embarrassedly pleaded, your ears and neck turning red with humiliation.

the tint of your flushed skin caused a spark of corruption to jolt through atsumu’s cock, the electric feeling causing the organ to twitch in his sweatpants. he spread his legs farther under the glass table, attempting to make himself comfortable with a massive hard on.

“can’t really deny ‘ya when ask so pretty like that, now can i?”

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sushiwriterhere · 1 year

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summary: "Perhaps most tantalizing of all were his glasses–their lenses were lightly fogged, but you could still almost see his wide eyes behind them." rating: explicit (18+ mdni) pairing: bob floyd x f!reader word count: ~2.9k warnings: idiots pining, car sex (lol), hangman being hangman, no use of y/n. notes: Inspired by me thinking about Bob's glasses getting all fogged up. y'all i wish i could apologize for this but all i can think abt is this man and how someone once said they wanna chew on him like a polly pocket.. anyways please let me know what you think ! no beta we die like men tagging: @sebsxphia @theharddeck - tagging ppl either by request or whom i feel like luv bob soooo pls let me know if you'd like to be added/removed

You were usually far more behaved than this, really. You paid attention in your classes, did your work, showed up on time to your job–kept it all together. But there was something about him, about Bob, that just made that tiny part of you want to be reckless. And he had no idea.

There he was, along with the rest of the group like every Friday, sitting and watching them play pool. They’d hoot and holler, order drink after drink, and he’d sit and laugh along with his peanuts and his Shirley Temples or lemonades. And it made you want to jump his bones.

It was a smidge ironic that as a bartender his non-alcoholic drink choices were part of what got you going, but what could you say? A man of multitudes and contradictions was appealing, and Bob was just that. Best weapons system operator around, shy as all hell, and damn smart. He always tipped generously, never put his phone on the bar, and had interrupted more than one creep on a mission to try and ruin your Friday night (flirting is for tips, not for keeps!).

But any time you tried to move it past your brief interactions, he always slipped away. You figured it wasn’t necessarily on purpose— he seemed to be friendly otherwise, just probably not interested. So you resigned yourself to the occasional small chat when making drinks or he came in while the Hard Deck was a bit less noisy—and ever so often, finishing while imagining just what it would feel like to have his body pressed up against yours.

And this Friday began like every other. You came in right as lunch ended, and busied yourself with prepping more limes than you ever wanted to see again in your life. There were glasses to be stacked, napkins and straws to be refilled, and liquors to be restocked. Patrons would start trickling in around 5 or 6, with the majority starting to filter in around 8, clearly coming from dinner or work. By 9, the Hard Deck would be packed to the brim with fighter pilots and other people from the nearby base.

Your favorite fighter pilots would make it in at 8:45 pm every Friday, like clockwork. They’d take over the pool table with a direct eyeline to the bar, and stay till the early hours of the morning, sometimes till closing. Rooster usually bought the first round if the weather was nice, Hangman would when the weather was shit. More than once you’d tried to discern a pattern beyond that, but they seemed to have some sort of system.

Bob would always buy his own drinks.

He’d make his way to the bar, smiling gently at you and waiting patiently while you fielded other customers. Then he’d place his drink order and ask for a refill on his cup of peanuts, and stand there humming something to himself while you poured him a drink. Tips came in cash, straight into your palms and always paired with a soft smile that made your knees weak and your pulse hammer.

Tonight was no different. He ordered his lemonade and handed you cash with a warm smile before returning to what appeared to be an increasingly hostile and heated game of pool. Sitting on the sidelines, he seemed to just be content observing the madness.

When Hangman approached the bar during a momentary lull, you expected it to be for another round. Except he leaned over the counter conspiratorially, and crooked a finger at you to beckon you closer.

“I have a secret to tell you, only it’s not really a secret.” He had a coy smile on his face like he was about to tell you he’d taken a cookie from the cookie jar.

You really wanted to roll your eyes at him, but you had to admit sometimes Hangman was entertaining and you figured your shift would at least be somewhat more lively with his antics. So you just shifted closer to him while maintaining an eye on the bar in case someone needed anything.

“Do tell.”

He pointed a finger back towards the game of pool just as Rooster sunk a shot and Phoenix high-fived him, “You see Bob over there?”

You narrowed your eyes. You definitely didn’t like where this was going. While Hangman was all huge ego on the outside, you knew he wasn’t really like that on the inside, so it made you suspicious that he was deciding to pick on Bob. Usually it was all in good fun, but you had a soft spot for Bob and you really didn’t want to be caught up in any hurtful gossip.

“Play nice in my bar, Bagman.” You said, scrubbing a bit more aggressively at the countertop than you meant to.

“Hey! I’ll have you know I’m playing very nice, I’m being a wingman instead of Hangman tonight.” Wingman? “Bob over there, has a very big and bad crush on a certain someone.”

You hoped this was some sort of prank, because Hangman had one perfectly manicured finger pointing at you. You felt your face go bright red.

“That’s not playing nice.” God, why was this happening?

It was one thing to harbor your little crush on Bob, to let yourself check him out while you were sure he wasn’t looking, it was another to have Hangman mock you by telling you that Bob liked you back.

“He really thinks he’s being subtle,” Hangman continued as if he hadn’t heard you speak, “But he refuses to let us buy his drinks whenever we’re buying a round just so he can talk to you. I swear he spends more time up here or staring at you than he does hanging out with us.”

Saved by a customer, you let your attention drift away from Hangman and what he’d said to you. Even though he lingered, leaning on the bar, you tried not to focus on him.

What did he mean Bob had a crush on you? That couldn’t be possible. A few weeks prior you had almost asked Bob out to dinner after not charging him for his drink, hoping that that would be enough to start a bit of flirting.

Instead the WSO had placed enough cash to cover his drink and a very generous tip on the bar and stammered out something about needing to get back to the game of pool him and Rooster were losing. So you took that as your hint.

Ever a patient asshole, Hangman was still there after you finished making drinks. Clearly being decently drunk wasn’t enough to keep him from being a pain. He just kept looking between you and Bob and not saying anything.

“You’re scaring other customers.” You wanted this to end, the observation, you wanted to get out from under his knowing gaze.

He flicked a cherry stem at you, and without flinching proceeded to make you feel like you were officially the world’s least subtle person, “It’s not hard to see that you and Bob wanna jump each other’s bones, I think once you get it out of your system you’ll be perfect for each other. Just have to get over that first hurdle.”

And with that, Hangman walked himself back over to the rest of the group. You stood there in stunned silence trying to process exactly what just happened.

Like you said before, you were usually far more behaved than this. But nevertheless, you now found yourself pressed up against your car in the corner of the Hard Deck’s parking lot, Bob’s lips on yours and his hands on your waist.

Anyone could see. Hangman or Rooster could step out for a breath of fresh air, maybe even a drunk cigarette (no one was allowed to tell Mav), and see you pulling Bob’s shirt out of his standard-issue khakis and running your hands over his stomach. You had always known he was hiding some serious muscle under his uniform. Someone could see you, weak in the knees for the quiet, but beautiful, Bob.

“Jesus Christ,” he said quietly against your lips as you scratched at his back and trembled in his arms. “We shouldn’t–shouldn’t be doing this out in the open. You deserve better.”

Was it wrong that him being so respectful made you want him to ruin you all that more? What you wouldn’t give to be in your, or his, apartment right now, protected by four walls and free to strip and see all of him. But for now, you’d have to take the cards you were dealt.

Grasping behind yourself, you yanked the back door handle against yourself, feeling the door give against you and open slightly. You pushed Bob off you gently, just enough to pull the door open and grab his collar to pull him into the car with you. He made a choked off sound, and you honestly weren’t sure if it was because of you grabbing his shirt or if he was surprised.

“Wait,” He managed, and you froze, “I... Will you sit in my lap?”

You were going to die, here and now, with him almost hovering over you, his eyes wide and pleading. For a moment, time seemed to turn into something syrupy as he slid fully into the car, shut the door, and pulled you into his lap.

You both sat there for just a moment, panting and staring at each other. Maybe you owed Hangman an apology for doubting his wingman skills, but you weren’t sure you wanted to inflate his ego more than it already was.

However, he did deserve some credit. After he had dropped that bomb on you, Bob had come over and asked if you were alright, claiming he’d give Hangman a talking-to about whatever he said that had clearly upset you. You just stood there staring at him, until he started to squirm slightly under your gaze.

It was in that moment you had blurted out, “I have a crush on you.”

He had stared at you for a split second before he whispered, so quietly you weren’t even sure you were supposed to hear it, “Oh my god, I want to kiss you so badly.”

It had taken everything in you not to drag him across the bar and press your lips into his. Instead, you managed to tell him that you had your thirty minute break in five minutes, and to meet you in the parking lot by your car. It was probably the most reckless thing you had ever done.

So that was how you ended up in the backseat of your car, Bob’s tongue running along the seam of your lips, whining slightly when you opened your mouth to feel his tongue glide over your teeth. You could tell he had his feet firmly planted on the floor by the steady rhythm of his hips against yours. That part of his actions seemed so confident, so assured in comparison to the slight tremor in his hands against your hips, but you wanted him to let loose a little, show you just how much he wanted you.

The car rocked gently with your movements. He was panting as his forehead leaned against yours, and he let out a particularly high pitched whine as you grabbed him by the back of the neck to force your lips together again.

“Been thinking about this, about you,” he ground out as you both pulled away again to catch your breaths, “See you every Friday and Hangman, ah, Hangman makes fun of me.”

You groaned at his confession and twisted your hands into his neatly combed hair. Honestly, you couldn’t judge his hesitancy, for god’s sake you thought he barely liked you as a friend. Plus, you’d firmly asked more than one patron to leave when they tried to be too forward. Bob was never too forward.

“Been, fuck! Been, trying to be a gentleman.”

You didn’t want him to be a gentleman, you wanted him to ruin you. Grabbing his wrists, you shoved them under your shirt and sighed as he got the message, rubbing your nipples over your bra.

“F-Fuck,” you gasped, rolling your hips against his more firmly.

“You’re so beautiful,” He whispered as his lips marked a path down your neck, mouthing at your collarbone as he tugged the collar of your shirt to the side.

“Bob...” You could feel the heat in your stomach building, the familiar tingle in your fingers.

“I know, sweetheart, I know,” With one hand on your stomach rubbing soothing circles, and the other dipping into your bra, the flood of physical sensations was almost too much.

You moaned into his mouth and shuddered against his grip, raking your hands through his hair and feeling just how much he liked the sensation of your nails scraping against his scalp when the rhythm of his hips stuttered.

When you came it felt like a star bursting in your chest, everything went fuzzy around the edges as he rocked you in his lap and you rode out your orgasm. It felt like Christmas morning, your birthday, and every party all rolled into one. You shuddered as he kept your hips moving against his, clearly close.

But you would have none of that.

Still trembling from your own release you unbuttoned his khakis with shaking hands and reached in to grasp him. He stared down at your through lightly fogged up glasses, clearly shocked.

“Fuck, wait, are you sure—!” Was all he managed to get out before you were on your knees, doing your damndest to swallow him down.

He came with a choked shout, one hand on the back of your head and the other clawing at the worn leather of your seats, grasping for something, anything to keep him tethered. For a moment you stayed on your knees, reveling in the feeling of what had just happened.

He was a fucking vision from this angle. His usually perfectly done haired was wild from you running your hands through it, his khakis were haphazardly open and his softening cock was laying against his stomach where you had rucked his shirt up. Breathing wild, his chest rose and fell quickly, and his fingers resting on the seat twitched in a matching rhythm to the ones in your hair.

Perhaps most tantalizing of all were his glasses–their lenses were fogged up, but you could still almost see his wide eyes behind them.

You wished you had a camera to capture the moment.

The moment was broken when Bob reached down to pull you back into his lap and move his lips softly against yours. It took you a moment to register that he was whispering sweet nothings to you–a combination of thank you, and all sorts of compliments that made your chest ache.

A sudden alarm sound made both of you turn in opposite directions at the same time, smacking your foreheads together. Suddenly any sexual tension had completely dissipated, replaced by both of you melting into laughter. Leave it to you and Bob to top off humping in your car like teenagers by giving each other concussions.

“I need to get back to work.” You whispered as he inspected your forehead for any lasting injuries, “That was my alarm.”

He pressed his lips to yours softly, as if he was savoring your final moments together. “Can I take you out to dinner tomorrow? Do this part right?”

“I’d love that.”

You almost made it to closing without anyone noticing that you and Bob had both conveniently been gone for most of your meal break. But the crew crowding the pool table was far too observant for their own good. To his credit, Bob got himself almost fully back to his normal appearance, and you slipped into the bathroom to make sure you were presentable again.

“You should say thank you to people who do nice things for you,” Hangman was back, toothpick hanging loosely from his mouth as he turned a sly grin in your direction, “I’ll take a beer in compensation, though.”

Pretending not to know what he could possibly mean, you continued to clean up. “Making sure all your cups are on the bar by closing is not exactly free beer material.”

He scoffed and stole another garnish, “You might think you’re slick but Bob’s been staring at you uninterrupted since you got back from your little break.”

“According to you he stares at me regardless.” Sorry, Bob.

“Yeah, but now he stares at you all mopey, which means you must’ve gotten the other stuff out of your system–”

You threw a piece of ice, the universe granting you with perfect aim for once, and watched as it hit his collarbone and slid down his shirt. He jerked backwards with a hiss.

“Okay! Just take your beer and shut up.” Why did he have to be like this?

“Why thank you sweetheart, consider your debt settled.” With a wink, he was gone.

If you were honest with yourself, you probably would give Hangman a thousand free beers just to see Bob in the backseat, glasses foggy, and staring at you like you hung the moon. But he didn’t have to know that.

#top gun: maverick #robert 'bob' floyd #bob floyd #bob floyd fic #top gun: maverick fic #bob floyd x reader #bob floyd x you #no use of y/n

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what if all i need is you?

addison montgomery x reader

contains smut - about 1k words in

word count: 6740

a/n: veers away from the actual series - takes place right before (and into) the prom episode!! i wrote this in NOVEMBER LOL been hiding in the google docs 4ever. may be off continuity-wise (or some things may just be weird) but i was too busy thinking abt addie -- can u blame me?!?!?!?1//1?!

lyrics from taylor swift's "slut!"

Flamingo pink, sunrise boulevard

Clink clink, being this young is art

You and Dr. Montgomery had just left work together. The two of you were on-call the night before, and got off in the afternoon. She had been wearing her flamingo pink scrubs that night, looking beautiful as ever. Her hair was less curled than usual, fairly straight, with a slight inward curl at the end–how you liked it the most.

You’d gotten an Uber right after work, and took it downtown, where the two of you walked up and down streets (popping into stores occasionally), until dinner. You stopped in a small local place, which turned out to be much better than expected.

“We’ve got to come back here,” Dr. Montgomery said.

“Absolutely, Dr. Montgomery,” you replied, a smile on your face.

“It’s Addison, to you. Surely, we’re on a first-name basis at this point.”

“Cheers, Addison,” you clink your glasses. “To this amazing dinner.”

Aquamarine, moonlit swimming pool

What if all I need is you?

After dinner, with the impending sunset, Addison called an Uber for the both of you. She took you back to the hotel she’d been staying at following her divorce from Derek Shepherd. She led you up to her room, telling you all about the different things the hotel had–a gym, obviously, billiards, a family and an adults only pool (with a hot tub), as well as a jacuzzi in her bathroom. Seeing your excitement at the jacuzzi, she suggested that the pair of you take a dive–she’d let you borrow one of her two swimsuits.

After looking through her luggage, she handed you a black bikini. “You can change first,” she said. You stepped into the bathroom, only a few paces from where you were standing. Peeling off your pants, you noticed the size of the jacuzzi. It wasn’t large. Regardless of where you sat, you’d be in contact with Addison. The thought sent a shiver down your spine, and heat to your cheeks. You tried to shake it off, pulling off the rest of your clothes and putting on Addison’s bikini. As you glared in the mirror, you noticed how it fit you. It wasn’t skimpy, (Addison surely wouldn’t have offered it to you if it was) but you looked good. The lighting in the bathroom placed emphasis on your barely-there abs, and made you look much more toned than you truly were.

Checking yourself out, you decided to pull your hair down from the messy bun it had been in during the day. You weren’t sure why, but you made sure that your hair looked perfect before you exited the bathroom.

Addison stared at you in silence for a moment, checking you out. She seemed to snap out of it quickly, saying, “Sorry. Not used to seeing my bikini on someone else.” You noticed a red tint on her cheeks as she passed you to go into the bathroom, though. You sat on the bed, trying to keep your mind away from imagining Addison in a bikini, even though you’d see her in one in a few moments. You didn’t want to think about it–seeing her collarbone, her shoulders, her waist. God, you couldn’t even think about her legs without your face heating up. Which shouldn’t happen. You couldn’t be thinking about your friend–your coworker–like that.

She opened the door moments later, wearing a pink bikini. You took a mental note of that, Addison’s favorite color is pink, surprisingly. It was like you felt time stop when you saw her. She looked gorgeous, better than you could’ve ever imagined that anyone could. Her voice brought you back to reality.

“I turned on the jacuzzi. So…”

“Right,” you said, and followed her into the bathroom. She got into the bathroom with all the grace you could imagine. You tried to not get distracted, following her into the jacuzzi. You sat across from her, your knees touching. “Must be nice to come home to this,” you joked.

“Oh, yeah,” she smiled. “This thing has to be one of the best ways to unwind.”

“What are the other ways?” you asked, a slight bit of flirtation coming out. You didn’t even realize, not until you had already said it.

“Can’t tell you all my secrets, can I?” Addison flirted back, brushing her knee along your leg. Hearing the ding of her cellphone, Addison reached to the counter behind you, where she’d placed her phone before you’d come into the bathroom. You held your breath at the close proximity. Her stomach was practically in your face, and it took nearly everything in you to not look up. She sighed when she looked at it, but quickly came back down to the jacuzzi, sitting next to you, instead of across from you.

“Hi,” you said, taking a deep breath.

“Hi,” Addison replied, a sly smirk on her face.

“Who was that?”

“Oh, just Derek. Nothing important,” she said, ever-so-slightly moving closer to you. You felt her thigh against yours, and nearly went into cardiac arrest. It was a miracle that you weren’t hooked up to a heart monitor, because she surely would’ve caught on to the fact that you were practically dying from just being near her. Addison pushed a piece of your hair behind your ear. “Did I ever tell you how much I appreciate you?”

“Uh… you might’ve mentioned it once or twice,” you said, quietly, as Addison started to get closer to you.

“You make my life so much easier by just being in it,” she confessed, looking into your eyes. You swallowed thickly, your breath picking up. “Are you nervous?” Addison asked, picking up on the tenseness radiating from you. When you didn’t answer, she said, “Don’t be nervous. It’s just me.” Leaning forward, Addison placed a soft kiss on your lips. Your hands found their way into her hair, and Addison planted herself on top of your legs. Like something snapped, the kiss heated up, and you felt Addison’s hands running along your sides and then felt a hand along your thigh, and one in your hair. After a few moments, Addison pulled back, resting her forehead on yours. “Good?”

“Yeah. Yeah. Good,” you said. One of Addison’s hands found your neck, pressing on your pulse point.

“Relax, Y/N. I’m gonna have to take you back to the hospital.”

“If it means spending more time with you…” you trailed off, lightly joking. You glared into her eyes. “You’re so pretty.”

“Thank you,” she said, before returning to kiss you. Addison’s hips started to grind against nothing, which didn’t go unnoticed from you. Even though she wasn’t doing much to you–just the feeling of her thighs moving along yours was enough to drive you crazy. It didn’t get easier when she started to slip her tongue into your mouth. You moaned into her mouth, which really didn’t go unnoticed by Addison, as she ran her hand back up to your chest, feeling you up through the bikini she lent you. She pulled back slightly, “having fun?” she asked, while continuing to feel you up.

It took everything in you to not make a sound, which was very evident to Addison. “Mhm…” you hummed in response.

“Oh, come on… Use your words,” Addison commanded lightly.

“Yes. Addison, I need-,” you started, cutting yourself off because of the pleasure that Addison was bringing you.

“What do you need, sweetheart?”

“You. Just… you. All I need is you,” you admitted, breathlessly. Addison’s confident exterior faded, seemingly affected by your statement. She practically lunged toward you, placing her lips on yours roughly. Her hands traveled up and down your back and sides quickly. She lightly pulled on the back of the bikini you were wearing before pulling apart to ask,

“May I?”

You nodded, knowing your words would fail you. You pulled Addison back towards you, and it was now your turn to kiss her roughly. She made a noise of surprise before pulling the strings to your bikini, causing it to fall off completely. Taking her lips off of yours, she began to kiss down your jaw and onto your neck, where she sucked for a moment. Doing it with a doctor really was as good as you’d think. Addison knew all the spots. Moving down, past your neck, she placed light kisses along your collarbone and down onto one of your breasts.

You couldn’t help the moan that came out of you. “Oh, Addie…” Addison pulled back, scanning your body.

“You’re so beautiful. Perfect,” she decided, bringing one of her hands to your breast. Lightly, she ran her thumb back-and-forth across your nipple, watching your reaction. She took note of your heavy breaths. “Feels good?” You nodded. “Just sensitive?” she questioned.

“Yeah, for you.”

“You’re gonna inflate my ego by saying things like that,” Addie warned.

“Things like what? The truth?”

“Shut up,” Addison said, going to kiss you again. She began to toy with your nipple, loving the way you squirmed under her. You couldn’t help the quiet moans that came out of your mouth. Her other hand found its way to your upper thigh, before she pulled apart again, “Can I-”

“Addison, you can do whatever you want to me,” you cut her off, pulling Addison’s face back to yours. Within seconds, you felt Addison’s hand sliding under your bikini bottom. You lifted your hips instinctively, giving her a better angle. When Addison felt how wet you were, the both of you moaned. When one of her fingers came up to your clit, you whined.

“So, you’re really sensitive, huh?” she asked.

“I already told you-”

“Don’t be ashamed, it’s hot,” Addison told you, slowly sliding one of her fingers inside you.

“Addie…”

“I love when you say my name,” she encouraged. She slowly started to move her finger in and out of you, watching your reactions like a hawk. She could see how riled up you were, how you were desperate. Desperate in need of her. “Babe, take a breath. Slow down.”

When you did take a breath, she kissed you lightly. “That’s my girl.” Addison fully intended to take care of you. This was not going to be quick, she was going to revel in the pleasure she gave you, and as much as she loved seeing your desperation for her, she didn’t want you to tire yourself out too quickly. Again, she placed light kisses on your neck, smiling when she heard you moan. Too focused on her finger inside you, you didn’t even realize when she started sucking on your neck. When she pulled back, she said, “oops.”

“Huh?”

“You’ll see later,” she said, smirking. Before you could respond, she pushed another finger inside you.

“Oh, god, Addison,” you moaned, your head falling back. “This is… You’re making me feel so good.”

“Good. Relax for me,” she instructed. She brought herself back up to your face, beginning to make out with you again, while continuing to move her fingers in-and-out of you at a painfully slow pace, every-so-often brushing against your g-spot. Addison loved this; making you feel so good. It was like second nature. It was one of the best ways to unwind.

Eventually, Addison started to speed up her fingers, and your moans started to get louder and louder. She pulled back, wanting to watch how you squirmed because of her. “Addison,” you breathed. “Addi- Addison… oh my God.”

“Addie, please,” you begged. “Please, Addison, please.”

“You’re doing so good for me, sweetheart,” she encouraged. “Come on…” she muttered. She sped up a little bit more, biting her lip as she focused on making you feel good. It was a combination of seeing Addison biting her lip and her saying, “Come on, be a good girl for me,” that really sent you over the edge. You felt your whole body shake as you tried to slightly hold in your moans (the whole world didn’t need to hear you–only Addison). Your thighs practically crushed Addison’s hand as she helped you ride out your orgasm. Slowly, she pulled her fingers out of you, and pressed a kiss to your forehead.

She moved back to sitting next to you, and wrapped one of her arms around you, pulling you close. You rested your head on her shoulder, trying to catch your breath. The two of you sat in silence for a moment, before Addison got out of the jacuzzi, and began to help you out. She cleaned you up and dried you with a towel, before leading you back to the bed. You sat on the edge of the bed, watching Addison wordlessly as she went to get you pajamas. She placed her Yale hoodie and a pair of sweatpants next to you.

She went into the bathroom with her own pajamas, and you took that as your cue to put her clothes on. When she came back out of the bathroom, you smiled at each other. You’d never seen Addison in anything less than workplace-casual, and she looked adorable, to say the least. Her glasses only added to it–you loved her glasses. And Addison got a kick out of seeing you in her clothes.

“How are you feeling?” she asked, standing in front of you, using one of her hands to guide your jaw, having you look up at her.

“How do you think?”

“Well, I’d hope amazing,” she said, walking to the other side of the bed, and getting under the covers. You followed her lead. You fell asleep quickly, almost as soon as the lights were off. And your dreams were filled with Addison, watching her from the observatory in the operating rooms, and watching as she looked over babies and talked to patients. When you woke, it was because Addison had ordered room service for the both of you, and she was talking to the delivery man. At first, you were confused, not even remembering having fallen asleep. But when you turned and saw Addison standing at the door with her back to you, it all made sense. She still had a little bit of bedhead, but it was adorable.

“Oh, sorry. Did I wake you?” she asked when she’d turned back around and saw you staring at her with a smile.

“Maybe. I don’t mind.”

“I got breakfast,” she said nervously. She climbed back onto her bed, sitting crisscrossed next to you. Of course, you always knew Addison was kind. She was always a good friend, you’d thought, but you never imagined that she was listening to every word you were saying, which became clear when she’d gotten your favorite breakfast; something you mentioned months ago. You ate together, talking about meaningless things over breakfast. She told you about what Derek had texted her last night–asking her about one of their mutual friends back in New York. She told you about the brownstone and the house in the Hamptons. She told you about their odd neighbors.

She asked what you would tell your friends when you went home, what story you would make up. The both of you knew that there was no way you could tell your coworkers about this. Even if she just told Derek, he’d have to tell Meredith, and then word would spread throughout the entire hospital before you even went back to work. You told her, “Oh, you know. I spent the night with a gorgeous man. Tall, red hair, slender hands,” you began. “And he got me breakfast, that’ll give ‘the guy’ brownie points.”

“Wow. I get brownie points?” Addison asked, laughing to herself.

“Whoa, whoa. The mystery man I’m telling my friends about gets brownie points.”

“Of course.” Addison smiled. You left Addie’s hotel room shortly after that, making sure you avoided Mark Sloan and Chief Webber as you left. She offered to let you borrow her Yale hoodie, so you didn’t have to wear your same outfit from yesterday, but you declined. It was too risky, someone at the house would’ve noticed. You left on good terms, though, or so you thought.

Got love-struck, went straight to my head

Got lovesick all over my bed

The days following your night with Addison went by quickly, but torturously. You didn’t talk to Addison for four days, and you were honestly starting to think that Addison was avoiding you purposefully. You’d only caught sight of her a handful of times, but from afar. She was talking to Mark or arguing with Karev. You could even see Mark trying to flirt with her a few times, which would’ve sent you off-the-rails, if you weren’t trying to keep your feelings for Addison under wraps.

You weren’t doing a good job at hiding your feelings generally, though, because as soon as you got home you’d either lay facedown on the couch or immediately make a break for your bed, slamming the door behind you. Your friends knew something was up, but tried to wait it out, at first.

On Thursday, you heard your friends whispering outside your door, until George lightly knocked on your door before barging in anyway. “Hey…” he said cautiously, as if you were a cat about to lash out at him. He sat on the edge of your bed lightly. “You okay?” You took a deep breath, which to George, was a warning. “Right, bad question… is this about the guy from the other day?” You groaned before sitting up.

“It’s just like, how do we sleep together and then you completely don’t speak to me for days? Not one text, George, not one! Actually, we didn’t even really sleep together, he just fingered me and that was it! I would’ve gone further, he stopped it! Isn’t that weird? I mean, I would expect a text, at least. Like, tell me what went wrong or why you don’t want me anymore!”

“Well, maybe-”

“It would be better if I had just met him at a bar or something and it was a one-night-stand, never see you again, sort of thing. But I knew this guy! For a while! I’m gonna see him around at some point, he can’t just avoid me forever!” you continued to rant, cutting George off.

“You know, guys are-”

“It’s really just so dumb. Like you wanted me and initiated the whole thing and now you won’t even speak to me? It’s like, talk to me! You know?” You stared at George for a minute, expecting him to say something. “Say something!”

“I was expecting you to cut me off, again,” he said. “This is gonna sound horrible, but I think you’re just getting in your head about it all. I do the same thing. We should know better than anyone, though, that people have lives. We go weeks without texting people back.” You stared at him for a moment. He was right, even though you hated that fact. You just wanted Addison to want you, but the fact that she was avoiding you made you feel like it was just a one-night thing for her. It wasn’t, for you. For you, you realized that your friendship with Addison had always been a disguise. You always had feelings for Addison, how could you not have? And how could you not have realized that sooner?

You kept talking to George for a while. After some time, you were sure Meredith and Izzie weren’t listening anymore. It was hard talking to George, though, because everything had to be vague. You couldn’t reveal a thing about this man, unless it was a lie. It did help, though. You started to feel more like yourself. Addison was an adult, she’d talk to you at some point, and things would be sorted out. Surely.

Love to think you’ll never forget

Handprints in wet cement

The following day, you’d finally had a reason to talk to Addison. Dr. Bailey had asked you to deliver a file to her, and even though you would’ve rather had anyone else do it, Meredith was the only person nearby. It took a while of looking, but you’d finally managed to find Addison by the nurses’ station. Unfortunately, though, she was talking to Mark. You watched, trying to hide your utter rage, as Mark was clearly flirting with her, and she wasn’t pushing him aside. You walked up to the pair of them, clearing your throat.

“Doctor Montgomery.” She hummed when she turned, not immediately realizing it was you. “This is from Doctor Bailey,” you said, your eyes darting between her and Mark. It was hard to read Addison, but looking in her eyes, you could’ve sworn you saw her trying to hide her guilt.

But Mark… When you turned to leave, Mark said, “Leaving already? We were just starting to have fun!”

“Stop flirting with me, Mark,” you said, walking away quickly. You found an empty closet, and sat on the floor.

Adorned with smoke on my clothes

Lovelorn and nobody knows

Love thorns all over this rose

I’ll pay the price, you won’t

You were starting to feel crazy, really. How could months of friendship with Addison completely fall out of touch? You hadn’t initiated things with Addison, how were you to know that your romance would end any relationship you had had with Addison? After a few more days, the whole hospital knew you were upset. It wasn’t hard to find out—people just had to look at you. When you saw Doctor Burke in passing, even he said something about it. But nobody knew why. Well, that was a lie. People thought they knew why. They thought that it was because you were having guy problems. You were not having guy problems.

It was your turn to avoid Addison, now. There wasn’t a chance that she hadn’t heard about what was going on with you, but you hoped she knew better than to think that it was about a guy. She was smart enough to know it was about her.

To help, your friends tried to find someone else for you. They brought you to Joe’s, (keeping you away from the dartboard, and away from the drinks, they only let you have enough to let loose) and tried to set you up with every man they found. They were cute, you supposed. Their plan really wasn’t working out. They tried for a while, though, you had to give them that. Even Cristina seemed dedicated, though you saw her complain to Meredith often. You had a good enough time, until you were leaving. Alex had showed up at some point, and he took part in trying to get you laid. But once you had decided to leave, he said, “Oh, get over it, already! Let me show you a good time.”

You honestly could not believe him. You knew he was an asshole, obviously. But he’d seen you in pain for weeks, and still said something like that. “What the fuck is wrong with you?” you shouted, turning and walking out the door before you could even see his reaction. That was new, from you. Even with Alex always being a douchebag, you’d never yelled at him. You called an Uber, and went home, blasting sad music in your headphones once you’d reached your bed. You don’t know when your friends got home, you didn’t see them until the morning. In the morning, you didn’t eat breakfast, and you barely said anything to your friends. They didn’t say much to each other, either. It was like your presence immediately ruined the mood. You yelled at Alex. Sure, you never yell, but it was Alex, you should be allowed to yell at Alex without Izzie acting like you’d kill her for speaking.

You couldn’t believe this was happening. How could going out with Addison after work one day lead to all this? This was Addison’s doing, and yet you were living your life in misery while her life stayed the same. You’d seen Addison in passing a few times, but only for work. You really didn’t even say hello. It was a week after you yelled at Alex that she paged you.

Seeing Addison at first was fine. You were in your “work mode” and she was just Doctor Montgomery, not Addison. But when she told you to follow her, and she started to lead you to an on-call room, you started to get nervous. This wasn’t work. This was Addison. She locked the door behind you.

“Hey,” she said, clearly nervous, even for herself.

“Hey,” you said back.

“I heard about what happened with Alex,” she grimaced. “I’m sure he deserved it.”

“When does he not?” you said, numbly. It pained Addison to see you like this. There wasn’t the slightest bit of you that was happy. She could see it in your eyes. “Is that all you heard?”

“No.”

“That’s great,” you said, as sarcastic as you could, even with how numb you felt. “Didn’t know you partake in the gossip.”

“I don’t, but people don’t shut up.”

“Right.” Addison took a step closer to you, your back against the door.

“Will you look at me, please?” you stayed looking anywhere but at Addison. You couldn’t do it. It would kill you. “You haven’t looked at me in weeks. Please, look at me.” Even with how upset you were, there was something in Addison’s voice, the genuine pleading, that you couldn’t deny. When your eyes met hers, you saw how glazed her eyes were. She wasn’t crying, but she nearly was. “I’m sorry.”

“You’re sorry?”

“Yes. I’m sorry. Of course, I’m sorry. Do you think I wanted to hurt you, really? Is that the impression I gave you?”

“Doctor Montgomery, you didn’t talk to me for weeks.”

“Doctor Montgomery? You’re calling me Doctor Montgomery?”

“Yes. I am.” You noticed Addison’s breath picking up. She took a step back, and ran a hand through her hair. You couldn’t remember a time where you’d seen her like this.

“I’m… I didn’t mean to do that,” she said. “God, I didn’t mean to hurt you,” she continued, sitting on the bed. “I didn’t mean to hurt you,” she whispered, as if she was saying it to herself. You could see how hard it was to keep herself together. Once you realized that, you had a hard time keeping yourself together.

“Addison…” she looked at you. “I don’t…” you began. “There’s a lot that I could say. So much that I could say. But… I just don’t want to do this anymore.” You started to slide down the door, and didn’t stop yourself. “I’m so tired, Addie. I can’t sleep, I can’t breathe. I can’t talk to people, or have people talk to me, and I’m tired of it.” You started to cry, and heard rustling before you felt Addison sitting next to you. You leaned into her. “Can we please stop this? Can we just start over? As friends, or… whatever you want. I just need this to be over.”

“Let me take you to the prom,” Addison said.

“What?” you said. Surely, she did not say “the prom.”

“Didn’t you hear? Richard’s having a prom. Tomorrow.”

“Oh. No, I didn’t hear. Haven’t really been listening to people, recently.”

“Right…”

“I’ll go with you,” you said.

“Really?” Addison asked, a little over-excited, her voice higher than usual.

“Yeah,” you said, a small smile on your face.

“I’ll pick you up at eight?” she suggested.

“Sounds good, Addie.” She pressed a kiss to your forehead before standing, saying she had to go. You scooted over, letting her leave. You sat in the on-call room for a while, smiling to yourself. You figured that for the time being, you’d just tell everyone that the guy finally called, and you worked things out.

But if I’m all dressed up

They might as well be looking at us

And if they call me a “slut”

You know, it might be worth it for once

You had been ready half an hour early, pacing your room, making sure you looked okay. You decided on a baby pink gown (yes, Addison’s favorite color, on purpose) that tied up the back and had a slit. You hadn’t seen Izzie or Meredith yet, since they were busy getting themselves ready, but you had seen George, and he seemed stunned. He said that you looked great, and he would be surprised if you didn’t have men all-over you the entire night.

At 7:55, you were still pacing your room, but with your heels on, now. You heard the doorbell ring at exactly eight. And heard Izzie and George run to the door, you cursed yourself for not being down there already.

“Doctor Montgomery!” You heard your friends say at the same time.

“Nice see you, Doctor Stevens, O’Malley. I’m here for Y/N.”

You came down the stairs just in time to see their faces. They didn’t say anything though, just ran further into the house, probably to try to connect the dots. You left with Addison without a word.

“I got you a corsage,” Addison said, while you were on the porch.

“You did? I didn’t even think about that, I’m sorry.”

“I invited you, thought it would be nice,” she said, sliding the corsage on your wrist. It was red, matching her dress. She looked beautiful. You could’ve stared at her for the whole night, instead of even going to the prom. When you arrived at the prom, you mingled around for a while, trying the punch and doing the photo booth that the hospital had somehow acquired. In one of the pictures, Addison kissed your cheek. You tucked the photostrips into your purse, making a note to give Addison her’s later.

Although you were trying to focus on Addison, and not the people around you, you noticed that it seemed like people hadn’t caught on, yet. People glanced at you occasionally, but it seemed as though that was because you were no longer moody. You and Addison talked about your high school prom experiences. She told you about how she was a band geek, and you told her about how you had a lot of friends. “You were a popular girl?” she questioned, humored.

“I wasn’t a popular girl, I just had a lot of friends!”

“You were a popular girl. That makes so much sense.”

“It’s like social situations come so easy to you. You’re perfect at them. It’s like you always know what to say. You’re so good with patients and their families.”

“Thank you,” you said, taking the compliment whole-heartedly. “I was not a popular girl.”

“Mhm.” Addison smiled at you. The DJ started to play something slow. “Dance with me?” You took Addison’s hand, and she led you towards the dance floor. You stayed near the edge, trying to keep yourself out of the spotlight, but you could tell people were looking anyway. You saw Izzie and George in your periphery, and even Derek and Meredith had stopped dancing to look at you, jaws dropped. You saw Alex looking on from afar, a soft smile on his face. He’d gotten over you yelling at him, and understood the line he crossed (he wasn’t going to apologize). You loved dancing with Addison. Neither of you were dancers, by any means, but it was nice to have her hands on you, especially after being away from her for so long.

When the song was over, she led you away from the prom, and you found an empty room. “I didn’t want people staring at us anymore,” she said. You took steps towards her as she spoke.

“Yeah,” you said, staring at her lips.

“You look beautiful,” Addison said, looking you up and down.

“So do you, Addie.” You took another step towards her, your voice lower than usual.

“You like the red? I wasn’t sure about it.” As soon as she finished her sentence, you pulled her close to you, pressing your lips onto hers. It wasn’t slow, it wasn’t soft. You couldn’t help it anymore. She looked hot, and it was making you feel hot. Addison was a little taken aback at first, but quickly began to reciprocate your kisses. Your hands found her hips, and she whimpered into your mouth. Addie turned the two of you around, pressing you against the examination table, and telling you to jump between kisses. You jumped onto the table, Addison hiking up your dress and standing between your legs. She pulled on the strings to the back of your dress, letting you slightly loose. Addison’s hand gently found its way to your core, lightly rubbing against it. She was giving you the friction you desperately needed. You were ready to let Addison do whatever she wanted to you, until you heard the door open.

You stopped kissing quickly, turning your heads to see Derek. He was standing with his mouth agape. Clearly, not expecting what he saw. Who’s to blame him? Seeing your ex-wife kissing your girlfriend’s roommate had to be shocking. “Derek, you’re gonna start drooling,” Addison said, rolling her eyes.

“Sorry,” he said. “Sorry.” He left quickly, shutting the door behind him. You could see him stand outside of the room for a moment though, surely short-circuiting. When you looked back at Addison, you knew the two of you had to get out of there. She looked hot, too hot, but she also looked like she had just been making out. You must’ve looked like that too. As you left, you started to lose the worry of judgment. Who cares if you’re with Addison? What does it matter if anyone cares, if you had Addie?

The short ride back to your house was fairly silent, but comfortable.

And if I’m gonna be drunk

I might as well be drunk in love

When you got back to the house, you and Addison shared a glass of wine before heading to your room.

“I need you to know that I wasn’t trying to avoid you.”

“I know.”

“But… I need you to really know that. I mean it. I’ve never done this before,” Addison began. “I really want this, though. I really want you. You’ve been my best friend, but I can’t look at you and not think about how perfect you are, and how I just want to make you happy.”

“Okay,” you said.

“You get it?”

“I think so, yeah.”

“So, we’re starting over?” Addison asked.

“Yeah, we can start over,” you confirmed.

“Okay. I’ll be better this time.”

“I know, Addie.”

“Can I spend the night?” You smiled at the thought.

“If you want to? Derek is probably gonna be around. These walls are kinda thin.” you warned. It would surely be weird for Addison to hear her ex-husband getting it on with another woman.

“That’s okay. Thin walls go both ways,” Addison said, smirking. Of course, she’d be up to something. “Do you wanna shower?”

“We are not doing it in the shower. I’m too clumsy.”

“Oh, I know.”

“So, you wanna have a PG-13 shower with me?”

“I am actually interested in you for more than sex. Yes, I would love to shower with you.”

The two of you exited the bathroom just in time to see Derek and Meredith walking to her room. You stood in shock for a moment, but laughed it off. As soon as you and Addison reached your room, she shut the door behind you, locking it, and immediately dropped her towel, pressing her face to yours. You slid your hands along her sides before dropping your own towel. Addison pulled away from you, commanding you to, “get on the bed.” You did as she said, and felt your face heat up when she ended up on top of you, kissing you for a few moments before her mouth found its way to your neck. You couldn’t help your moans, but tried to keep them quiet. Addison laughed to herself.

“Something funny?”

“Just love seeing how I make you feel, babe,” Addison said, causing your legs to tense. She began to kiss down your chest, to your stomach, and to your upper thighs. When she pressed the first kiss to your thigh, you twitched. God, Addison was gonna be the death of you. Addison pressed soft kisses back up your thighs, finding herself at your core. She licked a long stripe up your folds slowly. You moaned loudly. You did not expect this tonight.

“Addie, oh my God,” you whined as she started to pick up her pace, getting more comfortable with her movements. Your legs started to tremble, and you knew it was only a matter of minutes before Addison sent you over the edge. “Addison… Addie, you’re so good at that. Just like that.” Addison continued her pursuit, exactly how you wanted it. “Oh, please don’t stop. Please, Addie, please, don’t stop… Oh my God!” With a few more seconds, your thighs tightened around Addison’s head. Your whole body trembled, and while working you through your orgasm, Addison watched you.

“That was so hot, baby,” she said, clearly turned on.

After taking a moment to breathe, you said, “Addison, please lay down.” She did as you asked, and you began to press kisses to her neck. “I’m giving you a hickey. Payback.” She moaned quietly in response. You’d only given her a small hickey, she could cover it easily, if she wanted to. Post-hickey, you worked your way down to her chest, lightly sucking on her breast. Addison’s moans became more frequent, and it was music to your ears. You would give anything to hear that for the rest of your life. While your mouth was busy with Addison’s chest, one of your hands found its way between her legs. You began by slowly rubbing her clit, gaining a fairly loud moan out of Addie, and then pressing a finger of yours inside her once she seemed prepared. You pulled back from her chest in that moment, wanting to see her reaction.

She threw her head back, closing her eyes, and moaning constantly as you slowly moved your finger in and out of her. “Look at me, Addie.” She opened her eyes lightly, heavy with desire. ‘So pretty, Addison. You’re so perfect for me.” You slid another finger in her, which was easy considering how wet she’d become.

“Y/N,” she moaned. “I’m gonna cum. Don’t stop,” she said. A few moments later, and she was coming undone on your hand. You were honored. How could you not be, having brought this much pleasure to such a perfect woman. She shook intensely. Her chest rising and falling quickly, as she tried to catch her breath. “That was…” she trailed off. “Thanks,” she said. “I’m not done with you, though. Lay down.”

You two laid down for a few moments, as Addison tried to regain her composure. Once she did, she was practically full energy as her hands found their way to your core. “Addie…” you moaned quietly.

“Yes, baby?” she asked, as she slid two fingers inside you.

“Oh, fuck. I’m not gonna last, Addie.”

“I know,” she replied, a smirk on her face as she worked her fingers in and out of you. She began to move her fingers inside you quickly, pressing against your g-spot over-and-over. She had you exactly how she wanted you to in mere seconds.

“Addison,” you warned between heavy breaths. “Addison, please. Addie… Addie, I’m gonna cum for you.”

“Come on, sweetheart. Cum for me. Be a good girl and cum for me,” her words sent you over the edge for the second time that night. When Addison pulled her fingers out of you, she laid next to you, the both of you tired out for the night. She wiped her fingers on a tissue, before helping you under the covers.

“Did you plan on that happening?” you asked her. At the beginning of the night, you hadn’t even considered having sex with Addison.

“Not really, but it is prom night, after all,” she said, pulling you into her arms. “Get some rest, sweetheart,” Addison said. She was warm, and being in her arms felt amazing. Your mind wanted to go a hundred miles a minute, thinking about everything that just happened. You told yourself you would think about it tomorrow, whenever you weren’t busy answering the questions from your friends. Sleep came first. Especially if Addison told you so.

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soleilnomoon · 10 months

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hey miss kaia 😼 I wasn’t sure if I should message you or send it this way butttt I’d love a strawberry-mango mai tai (crocodile or shanks) w/ songs 12, 15, and 23 from the playlist 👩🏾‍💻

hiiiii bb 🥰️ ty for requesting! i am so so sorry this took so long, but it’s here at last. also this was my first time writing crocodile, so i was v excited and wrote more than necessary but lbr i’m a long-winded mfer ok, that’s just how it is there’s no cure unfortunately; anyway i like how it turned out and if i kept writing we’d be here forever ପ(๑•ᴗ•๑)ଓ ♡

2.1k words (don’t look at me), fem reader, nsfw, 18+ mdni; fluff if you count him not choking her as fluff & smut (and angst that u didn’t ask for but i gave it to u bc i’m unwell like that ��; feat. post-time skip crocodile in denial (he’s king of it clearly), reader who is (rightfully) in her feelings abt everything, smoking, established relationship, exes 2 lovers bc that’s my jam, a lil bit of miscommunication, crocodile is bad at emotions and reader is too emotional — they’re perfect for each other obvy — rough sex, is it considered knife play if he has a hook (asking 4 a friend), a lot of kissing (hello romance), probably other stuff but idr. crocodile comes w. his own damn warning tbqh. reader sippin that clown girl juice like a champ, i’m proud <3

(if u see spelling/grammar mistakes no u didn’t 💕)

it’s late at night when he arrives at your doorstep; you’re in the middle of flipping through a magazine, the ceiling fan silent and slow, the heat a little more than tolerable as you sip a cool drink. you have no intention of entertaining anyone, but when you recognize the heaviness behind the loud knocks, you make an exception.

of course, you do, there’s no other choice but to do so.

sir crocodile is a man that takes, and takes, and takes without remorse; there’s an insatiable greed — hunger, rather — that he can’t seem to satisfy. or maybe it’s that he’s been denying himself for years and it’s finally become too much for him. a small, quiet buzz infiltrates your body when you yank open the door. you half expect to find someone else there, so you stare openly, disbelief and shock holding you in place.

he peers down at you when you stand there and don’t bother to invite him inside. he knows his presence is probably more than you can handle, but he’s a selfish man and his time is very limited right now. with a subtle nod of his head, almost as if he’s telling — no, commanding — you to let him in; he’s always been like that, wordless commands that he expects to be followed without question.

if you had more sense, you’d slam the door in his face. but sadly, you don’t.

you try not to appear too affected, but as crocodile walks inside, dark eyes taking a sweeping glance around your modest living space, you suddenly remember how to speak.

“h-how did you find me?” your voice is much too soft and timid, something he clicks his tongue at, annoyance slightly bubbling underneath his skin. maybe it’s because he hasn’t seen you in so long, or maybe it’s because he’s much too taken by your beauty — something he tried to forget but was wholly unsuccessful.

he doesn’t spare you another glance as he hangs up his coat, doesn’t bother asking for permission before he rummages through the cabinets in your kitchen to pour himself a drink, and doesn’t think anything of his overly familiar actions in a home that doesn’t belong to him when he makes himself comfortable on one of the plush armchairs in the living room.

you scurry after him, steps soft and hurried, the smoke from his cigar wafting towards you the closer you get. he tilts his head back and exhales deeply, eyes closed as he blows smoke above him — a heady, intoxicating scent that triggers memories of the nights you spent with him before.

not that it matters, but crocodile’s nerves got the best of him before he arrived; he hasn’t seen you in two and a half years, and he always wondered if someone finally snatched you up. he told himself, a long time ago, that he would wreck whatever relationship you found yourself in anyway, but the uncertainty still lingered.

do you still care for him like you claimed you always would?

it’s a question he refuses to ask you because he’s convinced that the answer will ruin his plans no matter what your response is.

when you finally snap out of that momentary stupor, you stand in front of him, eyes glossy, as if you’re holding back years’ worth of tears. but somehow, you both fall back into the same routine you swore you’d never go back to — you straddle his lap, shorts riding up your plush thighs, his golden hook cold as he uses it to lift your chin up.

you remind yourself to keep focused, to not fall for his charm again. you don’t tell him that you’ve stayed single this whole time, mostly because everyone who came into your life after him didn’t compare.

“i hate the smell of smoke,” you declare boldly, voice strained, and maybe a little needy — even though you closely press yourself to him, even though you’re shamelessly rubbing yourself against him with slow, deliberate rolls of your hips. an inescapable, irritating heat passes through him, threatening to burn him alive; already his cock gets stiff when you move on him like that. if he had a bit more sense in him, he’d just leave right now.

but old habits die hard, and for some reason, your presence alone throws him off completely.

in a good way. even though he claims otherwise.

he reminds himself that he’s only here to talk as he runs his large hand along your thigh, admiring the smoothness of your skin — the sensation oddly calming to him. the feel of his rings along the back of your thigh triggers a vivid memory that makes you inhale sharply — you remember that the last time you saw him, you were on your knees and gagging on his cock. that night he fucked you like he knew he’d never see you again; you remember how you felt like melting into him every time he buried his cock deeply in your cunt.

you want to hate him all over and never think about him again.

except you can’t, can you?

there’s a brief pause before he takes another drag from his cigar; and when he lets the silence hang for longer than necessary, you find it hard to breathe.

“and i hate liars,” crocodile says finally, conveniently forgetting that he’s a notorious liar himself. you blush and turn your face at the hidden meaning behind his words — a poor attempt to deny it — but when you look back at him, he blows smoke above your head and fixes you with a pointed look.

an absurd thought occurs, making you curl your fingers as you tug on his shirt and finally question his reappearance. jealousy coils itself tightly around your legs, making your movements sluggish and ineffective. unbecoming, utterly childish, and unavoidable — but you know he won’t listen to that sort of rhetoric. not after being away from you for so long.

you lick your lips and muster enough courage to say, “i wrote to you.” several times, in fact. you figured he was either dead or didn’t want to speak to you. a part of him wants to ask if you’re serious, but from your demure demeanor, he already knows the answer.

crocodile lets out a humorless, pitying laugh.

“it must be nice to live in delusion,” he says bitterly. you look at him, confusion evident in the way you press your lips together as your brows slope down slowly — so he just sighs, defeated by your genuine naivety that he finds terribly charming. when he drags the curve of his golden hook along your jaw, your starts beating faster than necessary, the noise so loud you can barely think straight.

he knows that when he talks to you, he has to… mind how he phrases things, and while it annoys him, he does it anyway. “do you think impel down just allows former warlords the luxury of personal mail?” it’s a rhetorical question, but you shake your head no anyway, teeth sinking into your bottom lip as you grab onto his shirt again.

guilt has a nasty habit of making him more considerate than he’d care to be, especially if that guilt comes from you. it has him putting out his cigar and tossing it onto the floor; he’s not sure who kisses who first, but his lips slant against yours and move with familiarity.

your soft whimpers are a honeyed, melodic experience; they wrap around him possessively, driving him to tear through your clothes with his hook, shredding the fabric into large, unusable pieces that languidly slide off your body. a flush settles on your skin, making you feel lightheaded — each kiss more electrifying than the last as he licks inside of your mouth, tongue stroking against yours hotly.

crocodile pulls away suddenly, already feeling like the control he’s kept is practically nonexistent because your mouth is much sweeter than he remembers. your fingers tremble slightly and a breathy moan tumbles out of you when he slaps your ass hard.

the impact is a surprise — one that has you whine pitifully, arousal dripping from your slit in a way that should be embarrassing, but you’re too far gone to care. a lust-induced haze circles around him, nearly clouding his vision as you unbutton his shirt, fingers roaming against his stomach, exploring the dips and grooves between his abs. your touch is much too gentle for a man like him; he knows you deserve better, but he’s too selfish to tell you that. his cock is stiff and heavy in his pants; you relieve that ache as soon as you tug his zipper down and wrap your soft hands around him.

he watches you, amused at your focus and determination when you stroke him faster; and while he’d like to take his time with you, he doesn’t have that luxury tonight. he grabs onto your wrist, halting your movements quickly before biting your lower lip and kissing you greedily; it’s all-consuming, scalding, and possessive.

you should ask him why he’s kissing you like that when he has no intention of staying, but you know it would be an unfair question given his circumstances.

still, your curiosity eats you alive, although not for long.

he lifts you with ease and you sink down onto his thick cock, pussy tight and warm. part of what kept him sane while he was in prison was thinking of you and how much he missed being with you like this — another truth he refuses to reveal, deciding to suffer through the consequences of another failed confession on his part.

you scratch at the skin on the back of his neck the moment he bucks his hips against yours, burying most of his cock inside of you. his thrusts are quick and brutal; you do your best to match his movements, moaning loudly as he wraps an arm around you. he kisses down the length of your neck, teeth grazing your skin roughly as he bites and sucks on your skin harshly. you know there’ll be bruises and marks in the morning, but you don’t care.

all you care about is enjoying this moment with him, one that you’ll commit to memory forever.

his name comes out of your mouth sweetly, like a rhythmic and lyrical poem you crafted for him specifically. he shouldn’t care about any of that, but he can’t stop himself; and maybe he’s just tired of denying it. he tells himself that when he fucks you harder, breasts bouncing and rubbing against his hard chest; he tells himself that when he angles his hips, thrusts frenzied and powerful.

sweat glides down your skin and the heat threatens to suffocate you, both of you are panting and moaning in between kisses. you doubt your poor little heart can take much more of this, but you power through anyway. and maybe it’s because you’re tugging on his hair roughly, almost impatiently, but he takes that as a challenge, holding you steady as his cock bullies into your wet cunt. between the lewd, squelching sounds coming from your pussy and the way he simply can’t stop kissing you — like there’s a thirst he can’t seem to quench, no matter how many times he fucks you — a warmth spreads through your chest.

unbeknownst to you, though, he’s going through something similar; he realizes, belatedly, that he might not be able to let you go after this. impossible thoughts pummel through his mind, ones that he desperately tries to shove aside. intimacy and vulnerability are deadly, in his opinion, but he decides to make an exception for you — and only you.

you cum unexpectedly, hips bucking against his wildly, pussy clenching around his thick girth without remorse. you actually feel your heart skip a beat, like you’re in some romance novel, when he calls out your name — his own orgasm finding him shortly after, thrusts slowing, his cum thick and hot as it spills inside of you.

your legs turn to jelly, making it impossible to move right away, so you slump against him weakly and take deep breaths to calm yourself. he closes his eyes briefly and runs his hand up and down your back; here’s another opportune moment to say something, to say anything, but he swallows back the words, instead opting to kiss your forehead softly.

“you’re an impossible man,” you say with a sigh, blinking as you look up at him; he raises a brow at that, but doesn’t offer a rebuttal. “don’t break my heart.” you jab a finger at his chest, but your features soften when he chuckles at your demand.

another long silence follows, before crocodile speaks again, voice low, but certain as he says, “alright, i won’t.”

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lxclerc · 2 years

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𝐬𝐩𝐚𝐫𝐤𝐬 𝐟𝐥𝐲 | 𝐚𝐫𝐭𝐡𝐮𝐫 𝐥𝐞𝐜𝐥𝐞𝐫𝐜

SUMMARY: when the man in the bar gets too handsy, arthur is more than ready to step in. REQUEST: from @princessbetsy123-blog : “Can u do a Arthur fanfic idc. What is abt” and from anon: “can i request one where the reader is at a club and theres this guy being creepy towards her and arthur interferes and pretends to be her bf to help her out <3 (strangers to lovers)” WARNING: creepy guy in a club, nothing else PAIRING: reader x arthur leclerc WORD COUNT: 821

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You lost your friends a while back, some of them already preoccupied with whomever they decide to spend the night with and the others already too drunk to realize you’d somehow been separated from the group.

You aren’t too drunk, still able to properly walk in your heels without wobbling but you are a little tipsy, your head already beginning to spin as you attempt to look over the sea of people in search for your friends. The party scene have never been your thing but there’s never been anything wrong with dressing up and spending the night dancing and so you hadn’t thought much into it when you agreed but if you’d known you’d be spending the night alone, you would have chosen your couch and a rerun of brooklyn 99.

“What’s a pretty girl like you doing alone?” Someone purred by your ear, immediately making you move away from the touch of the drunk man who suddenly appeared behind you. He definitely looks more than a few years older as he smirks at you, hand gripping a bottle of beer.

You resist the urge to grimace, the sight of him disgusted you. “I have a boyfriend, sorry.”

You hate that you have to make up some lie just for this man to leave you alone but unfortunately, you know that men only respect other men. He might not see you as a human being, but he will be your imaginary boyfriend.

But this man only smirks wider, looking so sinister and terrifying at that moment that you attempted to take another step back. “I don’t see him around now, do I?”

He’s moving towards you again, hands reaching to place on your hip. You try to swat his touch away but somehow that only makes him smirk wider.

“Please let me go,” you say, hating the way the shake in your voice is evident as the stench of alcohol covering him invades your nostrils.

“Come on now, honey, no need to play hard to get. You’re far too pretty not to get laid tonight.”

You’re already considering screaming and making a scene when an arm wrapped around your waist, removing the creepy man’s hand on your hip.

“She said to let her go, did she not, mate?” said a thick accent behind you and you turned around to be faced with another man, a smile on his face but you can see the threat in them as he stared down the drunk man that had just been hitting on you. You have half a mind to push him away but his hold is warm and inviting and the wink he gave you when you met his eyes somehow eased your fears.

“Look, man,” the creepy man continues. “I don’t know who you are but I got to her first.”

“I’m her boyfriend,” your ‘boyfriend’ said menacingly, his french accent somehow becoming thicker. He looks ready to pounce as he pulls you closer to him, practically placing you behind him and out of the man’s view. “And unless you want a broken nose, I’d suggest leaving now.”

You expected a little bit more of a fight but the man simply huffed before turning around, stumbling out of your sight.

Your savior removes his arm around you and you can’t help but miss the heat he provided, your short dress barely enough to protect you from the cold.

“Thank you,” you tell him, attempting a smile. “Thank you so much for helping me out with that. I was beginning to get scared.”

That was a lie. You were already scared before he came.

He gives you an easy smile, so much unlike the sarcastic one he had given the man earlier. You can’t help but notice the wrinkles by his eyes when he smiles and you��re tempted to reach out and sooth it with your fingers.

“Don’t mention it,” he says, needing to speak up in order to be heard over the loud music. “I’m Arthur.”

“Y/N,” you tell him as you wrap your arms around you, trying to keep yourself warm. “And thank you so much again, Arthur.”

“Here. You look like you’re about to freeze.” He says nothing else as he shrugs off the jacket he’s wearing, offering it to you. You can’t even find it in yourself to argue as you gratefully accept the warm fabric, slipping your hands through the much bigger sleeves.

“Do you…do you want to get out of here?” He asks hesitantly, scared you’ll think he only helped you out so he can have his own way with you. Truthfully, he just really wants to be able to look into your eyes and hear your voice.

But his worries disappear as you flash him a smile and Arthur could have sworn his heart stopped beating there and there.

“I’d really like that,” you tell him.

Cause I see sparks fly when you smile.

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yxami · 1 year

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Wanted to write about an obsessive incubus so why not. I think I’ll write abt him more he’s cool.

GN reader, obsessive incubus idk

.・。.・゜✭・.・✫・゜・。.

Akira was a popular fellow, always being tagged along by photographers and snuck into your store trying to hide from them. He was popular because he was so captivating, his modeling career was at its peak and it’s been like that for a good time now. The two of you met a month ago when he ran into your shop trying to hide from photographers just like now.

He did love being admired but sometimes he didn’t feel like standing in the heat talking to people who could snap unattractive photos of him. He was very serious about his image. He was nice and charming to everyone. With you, he was the same and slightly more comfortable with you.

The both of you happen to run in a few times with his little escape from the press. He would always come in with an apologetic smile and do the usual routine of hiding behind you or in the break room. He was lucky you owned the shop or else he would’ve been kicked out like any other person. He usually didn’t get any special treatment from you even if he was an idol. And a model with the modeling gigs he did.

Another day of him coming in, this time he wasn’t being chased down by paparazzi. “Hey! Look I made it without being chased by running cameras” He gave you a toothy grin, his two fangs popping out. You always found them cool looking.

“Good job, maybe you’ll find somewhere else to run in instead of my store. You’re lucky I’m closed right now. I was thinking about locking the door but I didn’t end up doing it.”

“Aw, good thing you didn’t. Can you make me a coffee pretty please?” His eyes having a begging look to them, trying to convince you.

You rolled your eyes at his attempt and made his regular sweet coffee. You caught a glimpse of his outfit and thought it looked cute. He saw you glance upon his outfit and took it as an opportunity to show you.

“Do ya like It? I got it in a new fashion store downtown, it’s so cute right?” He looked at you waiting for your approval that you were unaware he so desperately needed.

If you found the outfit ugly he would’ve taken it off and thrown it away as soon as he got home. Didn’t matter how much it cost, he just wanted you to like it.

“Looks cute, I like the baggy look on you.” You complimented. You took the mug that was now filled with coffee. The strong aroma of coffee beans hit the both of your noses.

He was relieved you liked it. It was always hard finding out what type of guy you liked. You never really talked about your type.

You poured in his coffee creamer and decided to make a complimentary heart with it. You knew he was practically gonna burst when he saw it which you thought was funny whenever you gave him things.

You handed it to him over the counter and his eyes dilated so much you thought they looked like two pieces of boba shaped hearts rather than a set of human eyes. You couldn’t help but laugh and he looked up at you embarrassed.

“Thanks, I really like it” He sort of muttered. He took a sip and he had cream right above his lips. You leaned over the counter and signaled him to come close. He set his coffee down and was expecting you to whisper something in his ear.

You wiped it away with your thumb. You thought above teasing him another way as well but decided not to, seeing his red ears.

“thanks” He said nervously. You touched him. He’s not even sure why he’s so tense, or why his heart seems to be beating at an unhealthy rate. His shaky hands brought the white mug to his lips and sipped more of the delicious coffee you made.

He’s bewildered on why he can’t handle your touch. He’s acting like virgin touching a girl for the first time. He almost let his horns and tail appear because he was caught off guard. It’s like he can’t be around you without embarrassing himself. You seemed to find it funny so he was happy.

“So, what are you getting chased about this time? Another model scandal? Or is it perhaps about another song of yours?” You said while going to the front of the store to pull the blinds down and lock the door now that you had the time.

“Uhm.. it’s just about a song I just released. Have you heard it yet?” He cracked a nervous smile at you.

“Ah! no …” You were about to say you did but you recalled you hadn’t because you were too busy with the shop which is what you said. You decided on sitting down in front of him.

“That’s okay! You don’t have to listen to my stupid songs” He seemed to beat himself about the fact he wasn’t good enough for you to make time in your day to listen to him.

“I’ll listen to it when I get home! I promise” You put out your pinkie for his as well. He cheers up and let’s out a giggle before interlocking his pinkie with yours.

“Thanks, I appreciate it” He flashes an endearing smile before getting up.

“Well, I have to go, see you tomorrow?”

“Yeah! I’ll be open longer in the night so feel free to pop in”

“I’ll do my best!” He dramatically salutes you like a solider before unlocking and opening the door to see a bunch of flashing lights in his face.

Shit

He slams the glass door immediately.

You thought he was going to break it with the brute force he used. You groaned getting up and locking the door. You weren’t scared to come up to the window because you had already set the blinds down so you didn’t have to worry about a stupid scandal.

You signal him to go to the back room where regular employees were supposed to be. You decided on indulging in his little career of hiding from paparazzi today. Just because you were feeling nice.

He sat down in your office chair that was sat in-front of paper work that you had to do soon. It seemed like the both of you were gonna be there for awhile so you decided to work on those papers.

You sat down on his lap and took a pen out from the drawer, obviously getting ready to finish paper work.

Akira was dumb struck at the fact that YOU were sitting in HIS lap??! He must’ve been blessed by all the gods in the universe.

Why did you randomly sit on his lap? You could’ve asked him to move? Did you like him? His inner thoughts kept running as if they were a little hamster in a wheel.

In reality, there was no other chairs for him to sit on nor you since he decided on taking your chair. So you just sat on his lap, sure it wasn’t appropriate but who cares.

Cameras were off and you controlled them anyways. Plus, it’s not like he was an employee of yours , he was just a friend!

If Akira was a regular person, he would’ve lasted longer, but this was an infatuated incubus we’re talking about. His horns and tail appeared as soon as your thighs touched his and when his realization kicked in, so did his hormones.

What was he supposed to do? His tail wagging at a speed that only a car could go; it kept poking at your waist on accident. You got annoyed of this quickly and grabbed it.

“Can you stop poking at my waist, what do you want?” You looked at the hand that was definitely not a hand, what the fuck was that?

Instead of a hand, it was a tail? Shaped like a heart at the end with a slender base. You shifted yourself and saw his horns and heart shaped eyes. What the hell were you sitting on cause he was NOT a human.

Instead of freaking out and running away. You just kinda looked at him with a confused and annoyed face.

“W-waitwaitwait I know this looks fucking weird but I swear I’m not satan or anything. I’m a…”

“A… what?” You stared more intensely than before. You could tell it made him even more nervous, bulge under you even throbbing more than before.

“A incubus! I’m an incubus!” He quickly said.

“Yeah…. Okay” You squinted, basically glaring with suspicion. You reached and grabbed your phone.

“Mkay, nine.. one.. one..” you whispered.

“Hey hey hey!!! Are you trying to get me arrested or something???” he snatched the phone away from you, pouting.

“Yeah, im putting you in a mental asylum because you’re going crazy, you think you’re some type of demon.”

“I’m a real demon! Don’t you see my horns and tail?” He directed at them, in disbelief that you did not believe him one bit.

You tugged on his tail which earned you a loud moan in the ear. Along with another throb onto the compressed bulge that was being sandwiched in between your thighs. Somehow??? The zipper had unzipped and his boxers could hardly contain the cock that so desperately begged to be let out. You felt like that had to with his interference.

“So it’s actually attached to you?” Still ignoring the raging hard on. You’d discuss about it after the incubus shit.

“yeah! I told you” He practically whimpered his answer; rubbing the part of his tail that you had yanked without thought.

“Sorry, I just wanted to actually see if you were fucking with me or not”

“It’s whatever, It’s a shitty time to find out anyways. I was gonna tell you when I decided it was right” Akira fiddled with his fingers, clearly nervous.

“So, now that we’re done with the incubus talk, never thought I’d say that, what the hell is with unmentioned bulge that’s poking in between my legs???” You point and the horrified embarrassed face he shows, makes you believe he had no clue at all. If he did, he wouldn’t have so sheepishly press it back into his pants, zipping it up as well.

You were unsure about this whole situation, you hadn’t even believe in those sort of demons, but you decided to try and be calm of everything. You didn’t want to be rude after all, he was a friend.

You got off his lap and walked to the front of the store. You moved a blind to see if any paparazzi were still there.

He was very saddened to feel the warm presence of your body leaving quickly after everything was spoken about. He wished you had stayed even a little bit longer.

“It’s clear, are you ready to go?” You yelled at him from across the store. He got up, meeting up with you at the door and looked like he didn’t wanted to leave.

“Yeah.. I suppose” he sighed.

“What? Do you want me to keep you in my store forever?”

“Yeah! You’ll really let me stay??” His tail wagging at the same pace his excited tone showed.

“No”

“Awh..”

.・。.・゜✭・.・✫・゜・。.

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ddejavvu · 9 months

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Yay for 20k! Love ya!

How abt it's finger lickin' good. With miscommunication trope? Where Chrissy is your best friend but Eddie Munson’s been hanging around you two more and more. A lot more with Chrissy though. And even though he’s nice, you can’t help but feel a little jealous, like why should he get to steal your best friend away from you? Why is chrissy not even spilling deets abt what she and him get up to.

And then one time you’re alone with Eddie you start to let out your frustrations just a tiny bit abt this. Even tho he’s nice and hasn’t done anything wrong. Until Eddie kisses you and tells you actually he’s uh well super into you. And has been asking Chrissy for advice this entire time. Maybe you realise the jealousy of Chrissy and Eddie hanging out actually went both ways. And yeah it wasn’t the perfect way Eddie wanted to ask you out, but he wasn’t perfect either

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'it's finger lickin' good.' - send me a request for a baby blurb! give me a character, and a plotline, and i'll write you a little fanfiction :)

"You don't like me," Eddie observes, and your cheeks heat where you're facing away from him at the door to your locker. You'd been waiting for Chrissy, but so had he, of course, so you'd been forced into proximity with the guy.

It's not exactly the truth; you don't dislike him. You dislike what he's doing, how he's stealing your best friend away, but he's more than that. What more he's got, you're not sure, but you feel like it's a little unfair to dislike him just for that.

"That's not true," You mutter, shutting your locker with a soft crunch of metal on metal, "I don't even know you."

"Yeah, you run away every time I come by," He snorts, "How do you expect to get to know me?"

"I 'run away' because you'd just ask me to leave anyways," You glare at him from the corner of your eye as you turn to leave, "You and Chrissy are always alone together now. I'm not an idiot, I know when I'm not wanted."

"You- oh god, you are an idiot," His eyebrows shoot towards his hairline at your confession, and yours scrunch down the opposite direction.

"Excuse me?"

"I've been cornering her to ask about you," His brazen nature comes in handy here, even if he'd been preparing a more formal discussion about the matter. He sees Chrissy round the hallway, but you don't, and he shoos her away with a wide-eyed expression. It goes unnoticed by you, and she ducks back around the corner to give him space.

"I wanted to ask you out, so I asked her how to," He pushes off of the wall he'd been leaning against, sneakers hitting the squeaky hallway flooring as he makes his way over to where you're lingering curiously by your locker.

It takes you a moment to speak up, but you finally do with a skeptical glare, "And she told you to call me an idiot?"

"No!" He laughs, "No, that was all me."

"You're an awful flirt," You crack a cautious smile, one that he returns tenfold, "Maybe you should ask her where to take me this Saturday at five, too. Just in case you fuck it up."

"I... will do that," He draws the first word out, stunned that his terrible tactics had any sort of positive effect on you, "Uh, should I also ask to borrow her car? Or are you okay with my van?"

"Clear out the weed smell," You decide, "And I'll get in."

"Perfect," He grins, though you're not sure how he's going to fumigate the thing, you can practically smell it from inside, "Uh, I'm gonna go ask her where to take you."

"See you Saturday," You call after him, watching as he tries and fails to walk at a normal pace, "And ask her to help you regulate your cologne usage!"

"Too little?" He glances at you over his shoulder, concern mottling his features as he sniffs hesitantly at his shoulder.

"Too much," You laugh, "Hey, you can use that to cover up the weed smell in your van!"

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gimmethatagustd · 2 years

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first for all, I’m so happy for u baby!!! u deserve every milestones and I’m happy to be witnessing it and more in future 🫶🏼

& for the drabble milestone uhm idk if you’ve watched nevertheless but I wanna request jk in that anatomy scene!!! where he’s teaching u abt human anatomy and its cute but things get heated 🫣 if u wanna add some body worship and putting his mouth everwhere while he’s teaching u stuff 🏃‍♀️ ily ilyyyy jsjckdjfjdkd byeee

DIVINE FEMININE | JJK

No one can make you feel like a goddess better than Jeon Jungkook.

» pairing: jungkook x fem!reader

» wc/date: 2.6k | July 2022

» warnings: body worship | fingering | jungkook will eat pussy until he dies

» notes: i hadn't seen nevertheless, but i watched it cuz of your request and wow i loved it! i hope this fits the vibe you were looking for~ i also don’t know anything about human anatomy cuz i’m #dumb so pls just ignore anything that might be incorrect khkjds

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» what was jai listening to? skin - mac miller

“Are you listening to me?” Jungkook leaned back on your couch, legs spread and hands holding your dreaded anatomy textbook.

You hadn’t been listening to him. Nope, you’d been staring at him with nothing but elevator music in your head. You were convinced your brain disappeared every time you were around him, unable to focus on anything but the way his lips pulled into a pout when he got to a concept he didn’t understand or when his eyebrows scrunched together when he disagreed with whatever answer you came up with for your homework. Who could blame you? The way he sat with his tattooed arm resting on the back of the couch behind you and his thick thigh pressed against yours was making your brain short circuit.

“Yes!” You rushed to answer him, adjusting your position on the couch to face him, your legs drawn up.

“You’re lying,” Jungkook said with a smirk. He snapped the textbook shut and placed it on the coffee table. You felt heat rush to your face when Jungkook lightly ran his fingers in gentle circles around your bare knee. “Should we take a break?”

It was impossible to stop your mind from reeling as you imagined what exactly you and Jungkook could do during your study break. You’d practically manifested his fingers creeping higher up your thigh with your dirty fantasies.

“Um, I guess we could? But I know it’s late and I don’t want to keep you here too long,” you insisted. Jungkook had already been at your apartment for two hours. It seemed like a lot to expect him to stay even later, now that the sun had long disappeared into the night.

“I don’t mind. I like studying with you.” Jungkook nodded, inching his fingers slightly further up your leg. His gentle traces made you shiver and you leaned forward slightly to scoot closer to him.

“I like studying with you, too,” you whispered. Jungkook hummed in response, his fingers now skirting the hem of your shorts.

“Pop quiz,” he announced as he gently pressed his fingers into your thigh to squeeze it. You let out a small gasp at the sudden action and Jungkook lifted his dark eyes to meet your gaze. They sparkled with mischief and something else you weren’t sure of. “What bone is this?”

“F-femur.”

“Good girl,” Jungkook praised you and you felt your stomach drop. He dragged his fingers back down the length of your leg. When he got to your calf he took a strong grip of it and pulled you towards him, drawing both of your legs to rest across his lap. His hands returned to your legs, gliding up to gently push your thighs apart. You let out a shaky exhale as you let him part your legs and watched his tattooed hand trace invisible patterns in the inside of your thigh.

“And what is this muscle?” he asked, fingers pushing up your shorts to gain access to more of your smooth, sensitive skin.

“The, the…” You inhaled with a sharp hiss when you felt Jungkook squeeze the inside of your thigh and begin to massage the muscle.

“Yes?” He locked eyes with you while he used his free hand to run his fingers through his bangs. You’d never met someone who you knew could ruin your life like Jungkook.

“The adductor…”

“The adductor what?”

“L-longus.” You reached out to grab Jungkook’s forearm when you felt him press his fingers between your thighs. You were sure he could feel the heat of your pussy through your shorts, maybe even feel the dampness of the fabric now that you were soaking through your underwear.

“You’re answering more questions correctly now,” Jungkook said with a light chuckle that shot straight to your thighs. He pulled his bottom lip between his teeth and you practically had your head rolling. “But we can stop.”

You shook your head without an ounce of dignity and let Jungkook’s arm go. “My test is tomorrow.”

“Should we start at the top and move down?” The way you were breathing heavily was merely one indicator that this was no longer about tests, but Jungkook was happy to play along. He slipped his hands beneath your t-shirt to push it up and off of you, tossing it onto the coffee table with your forgotten textbook. Leaning his body against yours, he forced you onto your back on the couch and hovered over you.

“What’s this?” he whispered, his lips ghosting over yours. You closed your eyes and tilted your head upwards, just barely pressing your lips against his. He tutted in disapproval. “You have to tell me first, princess.”

You let out a frustrated sigh and fluttered your eyes open to see Jungkook smirk. “Vermilion.”

He cocked his head to the side to assess if he’d accept that answer. You silently begged for him to move, to do something. The longer he took, the more you felt pressure build inside of you. After an eternity, he brought his lips to yours and you let out a small moan into his mouth when he sucked on your bottom lip. Your arms shot up to wrap around his neck, but Jungkook pulled away.

“We’re studying, beautiful,” he murmured, ducking out of your embrace. Before you could protest, he pressed a kiss against your neck, and then another at the middle of your throat. He traveled down until his lips whispered goosebumps down your chest and you felt your nipples grow erect beneath your lacy bralette just from his breath on your skin.

“You remember this one, right? The sternum.” He pressed a kiss just below where your bralette rested between your cleavage.

“Jungkook, ahh, stop it,” you whined, grabbing his head. You laced your fingers through his soft hair, lightly pulling at the strands that fell into his eyes. “It tickles. I’m going to hurt you if you don’t stop.” You were not liable for what your limbs would do once you started squirming under his touch.

“The sternum,” he repeated, ignoring your threats, “and your ribs protect all the organs in your chest. Like your lungs.” Jungkook pressed a kiss against your ribs. “And your heart.” He adjusted his position to run his tongue along the ribs just below your left breast. “To keep my pretty girl safe.”

“Jungkook.”

He leaned back to stare at you with those doe eyes that pulled at your heartstrings. It was all a trap, though, and you both knew it. There was nothing innocent about those eyes.

“Your test includes sex anatomy as well, right?” He slipped his hand beneath the waistband of your shorts.

You nodded your head, knowing where this was going and having no desire to stop it. He ran his middle finger up and down your clothed slit with such light pressure you almost didn’t feel it at all. Yet you still wiggled beneath his touch, hips bucking upwards to encourage him to press against you harder.

“The labia majora is what’s on the outside.” Jungkook slid his hand inside of your underwear and cupped your pussy. “Labia minora…” He pushed his fingers through your wet folds, swishing his fingers around your arousal. “Is on the inside.”

“And I’d be remiss to not mention my favorite part…” Jungkook whispered against your neck, his breath tickling your ear. He gently pinched your clit between his fingers and your body jolted forward. You pressed your hand against his chest and felt his heart speed up beneath your fingers.

“Your favorite part?” you whispered back.

“I love all of you, but this is my favorite.” He stroked your clit, rolling his finger in smooth circles against it. On occasion he switched it up, dragging his nail against the side of your clit and pressing hard circles into it sideways, only to quickly flip to do it again on the other side.

“Jungkook…” You focused on moaning his name and ignoring the four-letter word he’d never used towards you until now.

“Hmm, baby?”

You threw your head back against the couch and Jungkook took the opportunity to plant another kiss against your throat. He sucked on your skin hard enough to leave a mark and then roamed your body for a new spot to attack while his fingers rolled your clit. You panted and whined as your legs shook, unable to comprehend how Jungkook was already about to make you cum just by playing with your clit. Just as you felt like you were going to lose it, Jungkook pulled his hand from your shorts. You tilted your head to look at him, unaware of the pout that naturally formed on your lips.

“You’re so cute,” Jungkook said with a grin.

“No I’m not.”

“Beautiful, then?” You lifted your hips as he slid your shorts down your legs, taking your underwear with them. “Gorgeous? Breathtaking? Stunning? Hot as fuck?”

The compliments made you squirm and you couldn’t look Jungkook in the eyes, so you missed the dazzling smile he flashed at you while he adjusted your position on the couch. He maneuvered you so you sat up on the couch, legs spread apart. Then he sank to his knees in front of you.

“I’m just me,” you insisted, hesitantly taking a peek at the man between your legs. He held your gaze when he kissed the inside of your thigh, but the sight of his tongue slipping out to run along your skin made you shyly look away and swallow a moan.

“Hmm, I know what you are,” he challenged, turning his head to lick at the inside of your other thigh. Your body seemed to spread your legs even further without your permission until Jungkook was able to slot your legs over his broad shoulders. “You’re perfect.”

“You’re so corny.”

Jungkook scoffed and his hot breath scattered goosebumps along your thighs. You desperately ached for him to bring his mouth to exactly where he knew you wanted it to go, but tonight he was taking his time.

“Look at you.” He reached up to spread your lips, your arousal leaking onto his fingers as he did. “So pretty. My pretty girl.”

Having him examine the most intimate parts of your body made you feel self-conscious, but Jungkook looked at you with nothing but admiration. He ran his finger down the length of your folds until he got to your entrance. A low chuckle rumbled from his chest when you squealed once he slid a finger inside of you, quickly pressing right where he needed to.

“You act like I’ve never done this before,” Jungkook mused, but he loved how sweet and timid you were. He loved taking care of you.

Finding a slow rhythm to glide in and out of you, Jungkook watched your lips part and your head press against the back of the couch. Each whimper that fell from your lips matched the way he thrusted his finger into you, curling where you needed him to. Right when you began to move your hips against his hand, Jungkook lowered his mouth to lick your clit in a way that was so painfully slow you cried out against him.

“J-Jungkook, please,” you choked out, hands immediately reaching for his hair. He allowed you to control his movements, pulling him closer and rutting against his face as he flattened his tongue to accommodate the new rhythm you’d established.

For as demure as you acted, you certainly knew what you wanted. Something about Jungkook pulled out a different side of you. Maybe it was how gentle and thoughtful he was. Even though the two of you weren’t exclusive and you had no idea if he was hooking up with anyone else, he made you feel like the most important person in the world. When you had his face in between your thighs, his chin and nose smeared with your arousal, his breath panting in hot bursts against your skin whenever he came up for air, when you had all of that, you didn’t care to think about who else he might be fucking. Instead you twisted your fingers in his soft locks and used him just how he wanted you to.

“Getting tired, baby?” Jungkook laughed when he took a moment to breathe, noticing how you were letting your arms flop like jello next to you. “I’m gonna wear you out.”

After a while you were beginning to lose your control, slowly relaxing your legs until Jungkook was taking over once again. He continued to thrust his finger against your g-spot, sliding a second inside you and pressing upward just to feel your legs shudder against his shoulders and hear you scream his name. With his tongue he alternated between swirling figure eights against your clit to licking in quick succession, sucking on your clit hard when he wanted you to jump.

You watched him tilt his head to the side to open up your legs further and when his eyes fluttered shut you knew he’d become completely lost in working his tongue and fingers against you. If you were to sing him sweet praises just as he did to you, if you could shed your shyness around him, you would tell him he looked beautiful like that - eyelashes against his cheeks, jawline taunt, lips swollen and pink from his efforts to please you.

“Oh my god, Jungkook, it feels so goooood,” you slurred, barely able to get a coherent sentence out. He moaned into your pussy when you dug your nails into his hair, gripping him tighter as you felt your muscles contract in your abdomen and thighs. “I’m gonna, ohh fuck.”

Jungkook wrapped one arm around your waist to hold you down as he felt your walls clench around his fingers. Even as you squirmed in his arms and tried to clamp your thighs around his head, he kept up his movements until you were begging, practically sobbing, for him to stop. He let you go and you fell slack on the couch, your heart beating fast from your orgasm, and you felt like you might pass out from forgetting to breathe.

“You are so fucking sexy.” Jungkook lifted the hem of his shirt to wipe his face on it and something about his black t-shirt being coated with your cum made you swell with something akin to pride. “Are you okay?” he asked when he saw you sitting limp. When you gave him a silent nod, eyes still closed, Jungkook stood up. He gently gathered you in his arms and carried you to your bed.

“What are you doing?” you mumbled, never opening your eyes.

“Taking care of you.”

You heard the sound of your dresser drawers being opened and some quiet rustling before you felt Jungkook lift you up to pull a clean t-shirt on over your head. Then you felt his hands, calloused from hours of lifting weights at the gym, slide clean underwear up your legs to rest comfortably on your hips.

“You didn’t have to do that,” you mumbled, slowly opening your eyes to see Jungkook sitting on the edge of your bed. You had no idea what time it was, but fuck you were exhausted.

Jungkook shrugged. After a few moments of silence with the two of you listening to each other’s breathing relax in the dark room, Jungkook leaned down to press a kiss against your forehead.

“I know I didn’t have to, but I wanted to,” he whispered against your hair. When he looked down, you were fast asleep, softly snoring in a way Jungkook could only find adorable. He gave you another kiss, this time on your cheek, and you sighed in your sleep. “I love you,” he whispered, standing up to gather his things and leave.

Maybe one day he’d say it while you were awake.

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